FALLING FOR MY STEPDADDY

FFMSD – 15

DANIEL

I do not think I know what I am doing, but I understand what I am about to do. I am about to f**k one of my clients to release some steam from my body.

It has been months without getting some ass, and that is because I have been respecting my wife’s death. Damn, I loved that woman, and just so you know, I have NEVER cheated on her. She was my soulmate and never had I imagined her dying before me. Damn, I will never forgive myself for how she died. It was entirely my fault because had I not lied to her, she would still be here with us, and I wouldn’t be lusting over her daughter.

Is it even right to think about Mary when I am about to f**k another woman in my office who was here for a chiropractic adjustment? Dammit! How did I get tempted? I think she did it on purpose because she knows very well what my job is all about. I lay humans on the bed, diagnose, and treat them for their neuromuscular disorders, and then crack their bones, adjusting them. This woman knew that my job requires a lot of physical attention on her body with my hands, so she chose to wear a skimpy pencil skirt with only a G-string. She seduced me while I was examining her neck and I f*****g fell for it, now look at me, searching for a condom I am hoping that I might have in my drawers. As soon as I get it, I sit on the swivel chair and lower my black cargo pants, tearing off the condom wrapper to get it on, while the woman plays with her bean in front of me.

I already raised her skirt up and shifted her G-string to the side to clean her up with my tongue. She licks her lips and says,

“My husband is going to kill me,” She says, flattery. “That is such a huge d**k,”

“It’s a wolf. Come and hop on it,” I order her.

She models slowly towards me, but I feel like grabbing and banging her against the table from behind because her face is the last thing I want to remember. This is only going to be a once-off thing.

Before I could tell her to face forward, she does so without my instruction and starts bouncing her curvaceous ass on me. I lean back and close my eyes; but that is just a big mistake because I am a face flashes in front of my eyes, causing me to silently moan her name:

“Yolanda.”

It hasn’t been easy for me, waking up every day to my stepdaughter gets harder, and I do not want to keep avoiding her because that would only mean that I am neglecting all my kids. I do not want any of them to suspect anything. And just when I thought f*****g a different woman would make me forget about her, she appears in my mind when I f**k another woman.

What is she doing to me? I feel like a weakling, and that is not who I f*****g am. Now, look at me, having s*x with my patient, desperate to get an eighteen-year-old out of my mind.

“Oh, doc… this feels so good,” She moans, slowly grinding me. I squeeze her thighs and growl lowly, thrusting harder from beneath. My next client will be here in less than thirty minutes, so I need to get this b***h out of here.

I pick up my pace to reach my peak. Her moans get louder they end up turning into cries. My secretary is probably going to put me into place after this. Damn, this is so unlike me.

I stand with the woman, bend her against the table, and pound her harder. I pull both her hands and hold them tight behind her making her lie her head on the table.

“Does your husband give it to you like this?”

“No, he doesn’t satisfy me… ah,”

As soon as she reaches her climax, I follow suit and fill up my seeds in the condom. I groan, enjoying the pleasure; but I know for sure that I am going to regret this later. I feel like I cheated on the woman I loved so much, and I feel like I betrayed Yolanda. I don’t even know how I am betraying her, but I just feel like I need to apologise to her for doing this.

I hate who I am becoming. This is unlike me; I am a cold-hearted man, a ruthless Alpha. I control and rule people, not the other way around. How does an eighteen-year-old make get me so weak? This is bullshit!

***

I just drove into the driveway of my house. I am hesitating to go into the house – the house that my wife and I shared, and for the first time I am going to walk in there like a man who just cheated. I know it has been months since we buried Mary, but we shared so much that I feel like she is still there, but maybe it is because she lives through Yolanda… maybe? I mean, that could be the only explanation for why I am so attracted to her; I have fantasies about her sometimes, and she is the last person I think about every night.

Dammit! Now I am afraid of going into my house. Crazy, right?

I gather all my things before I get out of the car and order one of the guards to put my car in the garage. I walk to the house and enter, getting welcomed by a luring aroma. I frown when I notice Ellen, our maid still here.

I realised how much pressure I put on Yolanda by making her do all the chores, so I ended up hiring a maid. I was actually unfair towards her and I kind of felt bad for doing that to her.

“Ellen,”

“Good evening, sir,” She responds as she cleans the coffee table.

“What are you still doing here at this time?” I ask, placing my laptop bag on the armchair in the foyer.

“Uhm, I did not realise that Thando’s bedroom would take most of my time, but I am done now. I will be leaving in a minute, sir,”

Thando’s room? I always tell these girls to clean their own rooms! There are no helpers in college.

“Let me guess; Thando said it was my order? Look, next time say no. These girls know how to clean their own rooms and make their beds. Oh, and I will tell one of the guards to take you home… it is late for a taxi,”

“Thank you, sir,”

“Where are they?”

“Thando and Anele said they needed to take a walk, so I asked two guards to watch them, and Yolanda is in the gym room,”

***

After so much contemplation, I decided to go to the gym room just to see what Yolanda is up to. I stand b the door and watch her stretching her body, sitting on the Yoga mat.

I close my eyes and let out a deep breath when she splits her legs and bends down. I loosen up my tie and unbutton the first two buttons as I feel a bit suffocated. She is wearing cycling shorts and a sports bra, revealing too much of her sun-kissed skin. I control myself and clear my throat before I enter the gym. She turns her head towards the door and smiles.

“Hey, daddy. Are you here to work out?” She asks, standing up.

“No, it’s okay. I am just checking on my daughter. How was your exam today?”

“I nailed it! You know me,” She excitedly answers.

“That’s my girl. Alright, then; let me leave you to it,”

“Dad, actually… uhm, my body is fatigued and quite stiff… will you please examine it, especially my lower back and neck?”

For a moment, I try to make out what she just asked me, and I am tempted to ask her what she means, but I actually know what she means. It is an innocent request, but my mind is rushing some ideas, the ideas I had in the office.

“Uhm… you want me to, uhm… touch your body?”

“Yes, daddy… you are a doctor, aren’t you? This is what you do every day, so I would also like to get my bones cracked,” She says whilst giggling.

I nod and roll up my sleeves, trying to act normal to hide how much this is a bad idea.

“Alright, get on the massage table,”

She does as I say, and I instruct her to lie on her back. I professionally do my work but touching her so much just makes my d**k twitch. Her moans make this situation worse, and just when I thought it would be better when she looks up, it just gets worse.

“The right side of my neck is stiffer,” she says as I knead her neck.

“I can feel it. Sit up so that I can adjust it. It won’t hurt but it will be a little uncomfortable and satisfying,”

“Okay, daddy,”

I put my arm around her neck and make a little twist, causing her to moan a little louder this time, but she laughs,

“That felt good, Oh, My, Goodness!”

I chuckle, getting comfortable.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Much better… Thank you,”

I sit down next to her and just stare at her. I am tempted to touch her and hold her. She has an effect on me, and I wonder if she can see it.

She looks down, tilting her neck, and I was so close to pulling her for a kiss until I spotted a mark on her neck that turned my mood sour in an instant. I can feel my anger rising, and I am about to kill whoever put that mark on my daughter. Who the f**k dared to disrespect me like that?

“Yolanda!” I roar, causing her to freak out and jump off the massage table in fear.