Kissing his neck, cheek and ear, she panted softly from the excitement more than the brief rutting itself. "Yesss," she hissed softly. "I've waited so long for this..."

It had been so brief, but neither of them begrudged that. She’d teased him, coaxed him. She yearned for that moment when she got to be the one to relieve him of all tension and desire.

He breathed heavily, kissing along her shoulder, over her slender stalk of a neck up to her ear. His voice a low rasp there.

“You were worth the wait,” he said, and with how she trembled beneath him — around him — he knew the feeling was mutual.

That long ago missed chance when they were both young and in love... Curled up together on the bed, it hardly seemed lost at all.

Honey Potting the Man of the House

Book Themes:

step-daddy, step-daughter, virgin, breeding, first time, cream pie

Word Count:

5,015

There it was, on the phone screen in front of me. A big, clear as day shot of my step-dad’s topless body. Thick pecs, broad shoulders, forearms with jutting veins, rippling abs. And boxers hanging so low I could almost see the very base of his thick cock. But the outline of it in the workout boxers was enough to see just how big it was.

How’d it all get so far as this?

You see, some time ago my mom passed away, which left me with just him. And though we were always close, dad and me, I grew worried. Is he anxious to get rid of me and move on with his life? Is that why he’s always pushing me to go to a good college that’s out of state?

So I set a little trap.

I gave my dad the number off this spare phone I got from a friend, told him it was a woman I talked to at a college campus about applying, wondering if he’d see about some programs for me. But really, my goal was to get to know him as this fake woman, and see if he’d let it spill that he had plans to move on, get me out of his house right away.

Nothing happened at first. But I was still suspicious, so… I started to flirt with him. See if he was eager to hook up with Ms. Plume I’d created. He wasn’t. So I had to keep pushing…

Now here I am.

“Damn… that is hot. What do the kids say these days? You’re a DILF.” That’s ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck’ in case you don’t know. Yeah, I just hit that in and texted it to my dad. I’m going to hell.

The response came back soon after.

“You insisted on a shot, and I’m at the gym! This is how it is,” he replied so casually. He was still playing it cool, though Ms Plume and him had built up a familiarity now after all this time. But now… I was into this. Way too into this.

I knew he was going to be pissed if he ever found out what I was doing, so I didn’t intend on him finding out. It was purely a fact finding mission, I told myself over and over again, even as my hand wandered down my stomach towards my jean shorts.

It was late spring and beautiful, so I laid outside in the sun, my large sunglasses shielding my eyes so that I could drink my scorching hot dad in. I’d texted him today, knowing he was at the gym, and hoping for an eyeful of that glistening, masculine body.

Already I was starting to tan in my little bikini top and shorts, so I unbuttoned them and pushed them down, revealing my black micro thong. Daddy dearest does not know I wear micro bikinis in the backyard, and that’s another thing I don’t intend for him to find out.

“Damn. Next time I’m going to have to insist on a shot when you happen to be showering,” I text back. I’m really trying to act mature, and keeping the slang to a minimum. I imagine Ms. Plume to be right prim and proper, but a dirty librarian underneath it all.

But as I lay there in the sun, in that skimpy little outfit, my dad texted back.

“You’re gonna have to pony up a shot right now if you’ve got any hopes of that, miss,” he replied. “Feeling a little one-sided right now. That charm of yours will only go so far, y’know?”

Finally, after all my time trying to work him… here he was, my dad getting flirty with me. I mean, Ms. Plume.

But I doubt Ms. Plume would be sunbathing in her backyard at 2 in the afternoon on a Thursday. I pouted a little, thinking.

A wicked smile twisted my lips, though, the more I thought about it. My daddy, tricked into seeing a sexy picture of his little girl. Oh, it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

“Are you an ass man or a tits man?” I texted back. Mature, yet raunchy, right?

Tags: Candy Quinn Erotic
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