You may have been following my stepfather's stories about how he first came to spank and fuck me, and how I became his submissive slut. Something happened today, though, that I want to tell everyone about myself. I don't want him to tell it third-hand. My full name is Kimberly, but everyone calls me Kim, although my stepdad usually calls me Kimmy. I'm 21 years old. A few months ago, we moved from our home in Indiana to Ar...

If you've been following my stories of how I came to own my beautiful stepdaughter, Kimmy, then you know it started when she was 17, and testing the waters of what she could get away with. She was just 16 when my wife, Kimmy's birth mother, died. It was a tough time for us both as we tried to overcome our grief and move on with our lives. I think that grief contributed to Kimmy getting a little wild, as she tried to disco...

Mum was coming to stay for the weekend. We chat on the phone every Monday and, of course, see each other on birthdays and Christmas. Mum, however, feels that the personal touch is essential, and so she is visiting. I wasn’t going to give the house a deep clean. It was clean enough for me, and so, it would have to do for her. I put clean bedding on the bed in the spare room and opened the window to let in some fresh air. T...

A while back, I wrote about how I first spanked my then 17-year-old stepdaughter, Kim, for her increasingly slutty way of dressing. I wasn't proud of it, but that led me to spy on her as she masturbated and called out my name, begging me to make her cum. Unsurprisingly, that quickly resulted in me fucking her for the first time. I've been her stepfather since she was two years old, so I'm really the only Daddy she has kno...

I didn’t know what Mik had been up to. He had been keeping out of my way for two weeks now, ever since ‘the incident’. The other week he was out for the whole day, and as we were not really speaking (my choice), I didn’t know where he was. I was seated in the lounge yesterday when Mik entered, placed a cup of tea beside me, and then exited without uttering a word. I also noticed that his laundry was going in the laundry b...

I was at a loose end; Mum wasn't really talking to me after the events of the past weekend; in her eyes, I went too far. Having three mates come around and shag her stupid; perhaps not the best thing I have ever done. In front of Dad, Mum was just the same as usual. When Dad wasn't around, she was reserved; answers were a simple yes or no. There was no conversation. She would rather not stay in the same room as me. There...

The weather was cooling, and the snow had begun to fall. Normally Becca would be on her way to her father’s house in Colorado. This year she is staying at home with her mother for Christmas. I want to think it is because she can’t get enough of my hard, thick cock. Maybe it is because she enjoys playing with me and her mother, Agnes. I lay in my bed contemplating why Becca decided to stay for the holidays. I heard my bedr...

​It was Christmas Eve, and I couldn't help but feel a little mischievous. Especially since I had returned home from my first semester at college. I had just stumbled upon my stepmother's collection of stockings, and I couldn't resist the temptation to give them a closer look. As I sifted through the silky-smooth fabrics, I heard footsteps approaching. It was my stepmother, a beautiful woman in her late thirties. Her green...

Visiting Nashville, down on Lower Broadway, to my surprise I see a young woman from my online songwriting group. "Jenni!" She looks at me quizzically. "How do you know my name?" I identify myself as a fellow group member. "Hi! What brings you to Nashville?" Small talk ensues. She says she's off work soon and suggests getting a drink at a local bar. The connection is surreal, even with the age difference. She invites me to...