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My New Home

I walked up the ornate concrete steps to my new home, my feet dragging. My mother had recently remarried, and while I wanted her to be happy, I had a hard time accepting a new man in my life. With the new man came a new house, and a huge one at that. Huge and extremely expensive. The floors were made of shiny hard wood and the ceilings were higher than I had ever seen in a house before.

I stood for a moment, almost in awe of this beautiful palace in which I was to live for presumably the next year or so of my life, for I was 17 and going to college soon. I was shaken out of this daze by a strong, warm arm snaking around my shoulder.

“So how do you like your new home?” whispered the owner of the arm.

I naturally shrunk away from the new man’s grasp, giggling nervously as I took a few steps away from him.

“It’s so beautiful!” I said, stammering a bit, walking a few steps away from him, running my finger against the handrail of the glossy staircase.

“And it’s all yours! Nothing in this house is off limits to you. I really want you to feel at home here…” he said, his voice trailing off a bit, and he put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently.

I quickly moved away and grabbed my bags and started to head up the grand staircase.

“So which room is my room?” I asked as I reached the top.

“The second one on the right,” he explained, gesturing with his hands. “I took the liberty of buying some new furniture for you. I hope that’s okay.” I heard him walk up the steps behind me.

I swiftly walked toward my new room and turned on the light. My mouth was agape and my eyes wide as I stood in the doorway of the pastel pink colored room. It was big enough to fit a whole queen sized bed with an ornate head and foot board, a modest sized but matching dresser, and a desk to the side in which I could study. Even with all of this there was still plenty of walking space.

“It’s so beautiful!” I said again, setting my bags down on the bed.

“A beautiful room for a beautiful girl,” the man said softly, as if to himself.

I blushed a bit and looked his way to give him a thankful smile, and as our eyes met I saw something dark in them-lustful- if only for a brief second before they flickered back to their usual friendly nature. The look made my heart skip a beat and I felt something stirring inside me, my face blushing even more.

He smiled knowingly and walked over to me. He embraced me and this time I reciprocated, grateful for all that he had done for me. His hand rubbed up my back and back down, resting at my lower back, making goose bumps rise all over my skin.

“Oh, is it too cold in here? I can warm it up for you," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear, causing my eyes to flutter back involuntarily.

“Oh no, it’s fine - thank you,” I stammered, breaking the hug. “And thank you for everything.”

“You are certainly welcome!” he said with a smile. “It’s getting late, you should get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, okay? I’m going to wait for your mother to get home from work.”

“Oh, okay, goodnight. Tell mom I said goodnight also.”

“Sure thing. Goodnight.”

He slipped out of the door quietly and I heard him making his way down the stairs. I took a moment to process what had just happened, and I found myself feeling quite tingly on the inside. Shrugging it off for the moment, I sat my bags on the floor in the corner next to my dresser and began to take my clothes off for the night. I lifted off my shirt and slid off my shorts, revealing my giraffe print bra and pink panties. Before slipping into bed I looked myself over in the mirror. My dark brown hair flowed down over my voluptuous, soft breasts, and I let my fingers wander over my curvaceous body.

I turned away from the mirror and slipped into bed, the soft blankets feeling wonderful against my bare skin. As I lay on my back I let my mind wander, unable to stop myself from thinking about the man that brought me to this wonderful house. His name was John. He was very much taller than me: 6’1 as compared to my 5’, and his hair was a wonderful mess of brown and grey curls, making him look very distinguished, and, I dare say, very sexy. His flirty greenish blue eyes were emphasized by his dark, thick eyebrows just as his plump lips were accented by his dark, thick, beard. He had the free spirit and passion of an artist and was talented in many artistic areas, which I admired greatly.

As my mind wandered I began to find myself thinking more and more about John: the way his strong arm felt against me, his warm breath against my skin; I felt my body heat up and my breath begin to quicken. I started to squeeze my breasts gently and found myself wishing it was his hands that were touching my body. My panties were starting to get rather damp as I squirmed in bed, starting to touch my hard, sensitive nipples. I moaned gently and then stopped myself, realizing where I was- hoping to God John didn’t hear me.

Despite this I continued, gently pinching my nipples and moaning quietly, fantasizing about his lips kissing me right where my fingers were, pulling on my nipples, the feeling of his beard tickling my breast.

I couldn’t resist dipping one hand into my panties, feeling my hand slide past my wet folds, gasping as I touched my swollen clit. Due to the move, I had not had any opportunity to touch myself for several days, leaving me sensitive and wanting- wanting my step dad.

I slid off my soaking panties and spread my legs wide, silently wishing he was between them. Sliding my fingers against my lips again, I turned my face so that it was partly covered by the pillow and I noticed that they smelled like him. His distinct, sexy smell was almost overwhelming, and a flood of lust washed over me. I wondered if he did it on purpose.

Something came over me and I buried my face in the pillow, basking in his scent, as I rubbed my lips harder and harder, swirling my finger around my clit, dipping my fingers into my womanhood, unable to control my loud moaning. With a squeak and a whimper my orgasm rocked through me, making my hips buck and my body shake, and I found myself moaning John’s name again and again.

As I continued to cum I heard John’s rushed footsteps up the stairs, and he ran into my room before I had time to react. I could hear him whimper as he saw me, so exposed to him, my young, virgin lips aching for him. I noticed his very erect length straining in his pants and I gave him a look that I knew would let him know I lusted after him too.

“Grace, I-” he whispered softly. I decided to go forward, and I licked my fingers as he watched me intently, and slowly made his way towards me, unbuckling his belt as he did.

I whimpered softly as I knew what was about to happen and I saw him loosening his tie before unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, making me want him even more, teasing me. He then, hastily, shucked off his pants and I could see his hard, extremely large length twitching slightly in his boxers. I bit my lip and looked him in the eyes hungrily, and immediately I felt his body against mine, almost pinning me to the bed, his hot mouth kissing my neck.

“Oh, John!” I moaned in surprise and pleasure, running my fingers through his hair and feeling his length pulse against my thigh.

God, I wanted him so badly, and I inched my fingers down to his manhood, gently running them across it as if unintentionally.

I felt his body shake in response and I could feel his moans run through me. I pulled his head up and kissed his lips very hotly as two lovers would, and I nipped his lip rather hard with mine as I felt his big, strong hand squeeze my supple breast. My body became hotter than ever and I wriggled under John, cooing his name in his ear as he touched me, hearing him moan my name as I more boldly rubbed my hand against his rock hard length.

“John, can I…?” I trailed off shyly as I looked towards his dick, licking my lips to get my point across.

“Oh yes, baby.” He groaned as he got my message, and he lay on his back for me.

The thought of doing this to my mom’s husband was so wrong to me, yet it filled me with more lust than I could have ever imagined. I kissed his belly, trying my best to tease him as he teased me, and I flicked my tongue all the way down his happy trail, feeling him moan under my touch. I pulled my step father’s boxers down slowly, rubbing my hands against his toned legs, finally pulling them all the way off.

I kissed up his legs, letting him feel my plump young lips against his skin, trying so hard to resist ravishing him, and as I got closer I felt his breath become more labored. John gasped loudly as I kissed his head gently, almost thanking him for being so kind to me today. I flicked my tongue against his head slowly, letting him feel my whole tongue, hot and rough against him.

I felt his whole body tense and arc as I did this, and I loved the feeling of his hard cock in my mouth, the taste unbelievably delicious. I started to suck on the head, taking more and more gradually, moving very slowly.

“Mmm, Daddy’s little slut likes sucking dick, doesn’t she?” John said in a deep, lusty voice.

His words almost made me melt, my lower lips wet and aching from this taboo act. I broke away for a moment to look him in the eye, and a shiny wet strand of saliva connected my hot tongue and his swollen head. He looked down to see his whole dick covered in my saliva and I heard him moan at the sight. I immediately got to work again, zigzagging my tongue all the way up his cock, sucking his head hard when I got there and releasing with a pop. I heard him moan and gasp my name, and I knew he loved what I was doing to him.

“Mmm, Daddy you taste so good!” I said as I licked up a bit of precum leaking out.

I spread it around with my tongue before licking it clean. John’s hands grabbed my hair firmly but gently, not enough to cause pain, and started to lower my head down onto his aching dick. I was lowered further and further onto him, feeling my throat stretch with his girth, gagging a bit.

I loved the feeling of my step father’s thick dick down my throat, his hands almost roughly pulling me down. He made me take every inch of his cock and started bucking his hips slowly, keeping his hands and my head in place. I felt him slide in and out of me over and over again, his body shaking and quivering in pleasure, loving the deep musk of his sweat.

“Ohhh yeah.” He groaned. “Take Daddy’s cock like a good little girl,” he said commandingly, and I felt my mouth water even more from his words, moaning loudly into him.

Without warning, my new Daddy shot his load down my throat, and I swallowed it willingly, only one drop escaping past my lips. I looked at him in the eye and licked his cum from my lips, making a loud moan escape from his. He hastily took me and slammed me down on the bed on my back, kissing and sucking my neck as I writhed, my lower lips on fire. I moaned loudly, too loudly, and Daddy clasped his hand around my throat, silencing me. Fear shone through my eyes - and that only made him want more.

“My little girl needs to be quiet. I know she doesn’t want to wake her mother up,” he said just inches from my face.

I knew that what we were doing was so wrong, but I could stop now, nor did I want to. He looked me in the eye as he licked just around my areola, creeping his way towards my nipple but never touching it. I bit my lip, my nipple rigid, begging him with my eyes to lick me where I wanted it most. He finally did -just a short sharp lick- and my back arched and jolted from the pleasure of his hot tongue. I whimpered softly as he continued, ravishing my breasts; squeezing, pinching, pulling, sucking, nipping. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, and I knew unmistakably that Daddy could smell it. He took a long, deep inhale.

“Oh, baby girl, so wet for me already!” His fingers traced against my burning wet lips. “Are you ready to be Daddy’s little slut?” he said lustfully as he just barely traced my clit.

I moaned and nodded my head furiously, begging and pleading for him to touch me in my most sensitive spot. He creeped his way down my body, giving me sweet kisses, going down my legs, pausing only to lick and kiss the back part of my knee that I never knew was so sensitive. I could feel every brush of his rough beard, every hot exhale, every tickle of his hair. I could feel my juices drip between my legs and onto the bed and I could hear him moan at the sight. He teased my lips, flicking his tongue closer and closer to my hot opening until I couldn’t take it anymore.

He finally flicked his hot tongue against my even hotter clit, and a jolt of electricity shocked my body. He flicked it over and over, sending waves of pleasure through me, tightening his grip on my thighs as I writhed. His beard felt so good against my hot skin, his moustache against my clit as he licked up my hot hole.

I was getting closer and closer, and he knew it. Right as I was about to cum, he shoved two of his long, slender fingers inside me, hitting me right at my most sensitive spot. I buried my face in a pillow to keep from screaming as he finger fucked my tight pussy hard.

“Oh, baby, you’re squeezing my fingers so hard!”

He pulled his fingers out and watched me as I licked them clean, and as he sat up I noticed his very hard cock standing proudly. He got on top of me, resting his hands next to my head, and rubbed his hot dick against my still convulsing pussy.

I moaned incoherently as he said, “Is my little girl ready for Daddy’s big dick?” I nodded furiously and he found my hot entrance.

He pinned my arms above my head as he entered me, and whispered for me to be quiet just as I was about to let out a loud moan. I whimpered instead, his big dick too much, stretching me out until it hurt. Tears rolled down my cheeks from his entrance and I looked at him with worried eyes. I could see the lust increasing in his eyes and he rammed into me harder. I almost screamed but he wrapped his other hand around my neck tightly. He rammed into me again and again, only stopping to make me beg for it.

And I did. I begged furiously, never wanting it to end. I was his slave. He fucked me with every inch, hitting my cervix again and again, having me buck wildly against him, my hot juice squirting on him. Every move, every buck, every shiver, every moan made him hotter for me, and his sexy eyes looked into mine as he pummeled me again and again. My body tightened and he knew I was on the edge.

“Look me in the eyes while you cum,” he said almost angrily, grabbing my face with his hand. “Don’t look away. Don’t even blink.”

I complied, and my eyes bored into his as he fucked me harder and my body shook wildly. I twitched over and over again, my orgasm overtaking me, my eyes glazing over for a moment. I could feel Daddy cum hard as well, his large load leaking out of my pussy and down my ass. He loosened his grip on my body and slumped over, exhausted as I was. I curled up next to him and drifted to sleep as he petted my hair, our first secret love affair over, with many yet to come.

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