Dirty Daddy

“I didn't think so,” Lance says. “He’s not someone who likes pussy.”

My eyes are half closed. My head lolls back into his. He leans over and kisses my neck right above my shoulders.

“You don’t…know that,” I manage to say. My breathing is coming in shorter gasps now as I feel Lance and his finger gently rubbing the hood of my clit, pressing down on it. He’s going to make me cum.

“I do,” Lance says back strongly. “Because I think my stepdad is gay.”

Wait.

What?

What the hell did Lance just say?

“That’s right,” Lance says softly into my ear, rubbing his tongue against it. His cock is grinding against my ass. His tongue is tracing outlines in my ear. His fingers are flicking my clit. And his voice is permeating my brain. It’s a wonder I’m still standing.

Am I just hearing what I want to hear?

“My dad is most likely gay, Jocelyn,”

Lance says softly. “He doesn’t love you. And I’m willing to bet he’s never fucked you. In fact, he would be fucking disgusted if you tried.”

All those times I’ve tried to seduce Michael. All those times he looked like he could care less.

How did I ever miss this?

How could I have been so blind?

Does this make what Lance is doing right now okay?

I don’t know, but for the brief moment my brain has given me a reprieve, I feel the tension exit my body.

I’ll figure out later whether this is still cheating.

Right now, I’m going to cum. I’m going to enjoy this so much.

Lance’s hard body is pressing even harder against me. His pecs are pushing into my back. His left hand is now squeezing my tits hungrily. His mouth is planting kisses on the nape of my neck and he’s dragging his tongue up and down my upper spine.

And his fingers. Oh God, his fingers are smacking, flicking, and twisting my clit.

Michael can’t see us, of course. He’s too busy talking loudly to know what’s happening in the kitchen. How his stepson is defiling his wife.

And how she’s enjoying it.

Just another few flicks. Another set of kisses.

Just another few seconds of that foot-long cock pushing into my ass and I’m cumming.

It’s his fingers that really push me over the edge. Like a slow burning fire, I close my eyes and give myself over to it. Within seconds, my body is burning. I momentarily don’t care if Michael walks in. I forget all about Michael. I can’t hear his voice. I can only feel the pressure against my clit. And it’s like my whole body feels it. My whole body, engulfed in pleasure.

Wave after wave of seizure inducing pleasure.

I lose track of everything. I can’t even tell you if I was breathing.

But I can tell you that when I open my eyes again, I see that Lance is holding me up. My legs must have given way.

He has his left arm under my shoulder and he’s easily holding me up with no effort. He could probably bench me with one arm.

I turn my head and look at him.