Caught In Daddy's Bed
My heart hammered in my chest as I crept into Mark’s bedroom. Mom was gone for the weekend, and I thought I had the house to myself. At 22, I should’ve known better, but the throbbing ache between my legs had grown unbearable. For months I’d been fantasizing about him—my stepfather, the tall, strict 48-year-old with that commanding voice and powerful build. I’d started calling him “Daddy” in my head while touching myself, and today I couldn’t resist anymore.
I climbed onto his big bed, the sheets still carrying his scent. I hiked up my sundress, shoved my soaked panties aside, and spread my legs wide. My fingers found my swollen c**t instantly. “f**k… Daddy,” I whispered, sliding two fingers deep into my dripping p***y. The taboo word made me moan louder. I pumped faster, imagining his thick c**k stretching me, owning me.
I didn’t hear the front door open.
The deep, dangerous voice cut through the room like a whip. “What the f**k do you think you’re doing, little girl?”
I froze, fingers still buried inside me. My eyes flew open. Mark stood in the doorway, tie loosened, eyes dark with shock and something much hungrier. I yanked my hand away and tried to cover myself, face burning with shame. “Mark—I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
He stepped inside and shut the door with a quiet click that sounded final. “You didn’t mean to sneak into my bedroom, spread your slutty little cunt on my sheets, and finger yourself while moaning ‘Daddy’? Don’t lie to me, Emma.”
I couldn’t look at him. My voice shook. “Please don’t tell Mom. It was just a fantasy…”
Mark’s low chuckle sent chills down my spine. He sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed my ankle, dragging me toward him. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my dress up over my a*s, and brought his big hand down hard. The first s***k made me yelp. The second left a burning handprint.
“You’ve been teasing me for months, prancing around in those tiny shorts. But now I see what you really are—a dirty little stepdaughter who needs Daddy’s cock.”
The word “Daddy” coming from his mouth made my p***y clench. I whimpered and pushed my a*s back instinctively. “I’m sorry, Daddy…”
His grip tightened on my hip. “Say it again.”
“Daddy,” I breathed, voice trembling with humiliation and raw need.
He pulled me onto his lap, back against his chest, and shoved my panties aside. His thick fingers rubbed my soaked folds roughly. “So f*****g wet for me already. This greedy cunt has been aching for Daddy, hasn’t it?”
“Yes,” I moaned, grinding against his hand like a w***e.
He slapped my c**t, making me jolt. “Beg properly, slut.”
“Please, Daddy… punish me. Use me.”
I heard his belt and zipper. Then his thick, rock-hard c**k pressed against my entrance. He gripped my hips and lowered me onto him. The stretch was intense—I gasped as every thick inch filled me until I sat fully on his lap, impaled.
“Ride it,” he growled. “f**k yourself on Daddy’s c**k and show me how sorry you are.”
Shame flooded me, but I started bouncing, moaning loudly as his c**k hit deep inside. Mark slapped my a*s repeatedly, pinching my n*****s hard through my dress. “Look at you—my wife’s daughter riding my d**k in our bed like a pathetic cumslut. That’s all you are now.”
The degradation made me clench tighter. I rode him faster, lost in the filth. He yanked my hair back. “Beg for my c*m, little girl.”
“Please, Daddy! Fill me! Breed your dirty stepdaughter!”
With a deep groan, Mark thrust up hard and exploded inside me, flooding my p***y with hot, thick ropes. I came violently around him, soaking his c**k and the sheets.
We panted together. He kissed my neck possessively. “This is only the beginning, baby girl. Clean Daddy’s c**k with that pretty mouth, then we’re setting some new rules.”
Trembling, I slid off and dropped to my knees between his legs. I took his c*m-covered c**k into my mouth, tasting our mixed juices, knowing I was already completely addicted.
