STEPDADDY AND ME A

I’m Bent Over the Table in My Tiny School Skirt, and My Stepdad Just Walked In CHAPTER 1 I’m trying so hard to be good. Mom left for her business trip this morning, kissing my forehead and telling me to behave while she’s gone for the whole week. She has no idea that the moment her car pulled out of the driveway, my mind went straight to the forbidden place it always does. My stepdaddy. Marcus. Tall, broad-shouldered, he has a deep voice that makes my p***y clench every time he says my name. He’s been married to Mom for two years, and I’ve been wet for him almost the entire time. It’s wrong. So f*****g wrong. He’s twice my age. He’s my mother’s husband. I keep telling myself no. I push the thoughts down every single night when I finger myself, thinking about his hands on me. But now Mom’s gone, and I’m alone in the house with him. I’m at the dining table trying to focus on my homework. Short plaid school skirt riding up my thighs, tight white crop top that barely contains my t**s, no bra. My n*****s are already hard just from knowing he’s somewhere in the house. I’m bent over my books, ass slightly pushed out, when I hear his heavy footsteps. “Still working on that essay, princess?” His voice is low, right behind me. I freeze, pencil tight in my fingers. “Y-yes, Stepdaddy. Almost done.” He steps closer. I can feel the heat of his body. His shadow falls over my papers. “You look uncomfortable bent over like that. Let me help you.” Before I can protest, he moves right behind me, his hips pressing lightly against my ass. His large hands settle on the table on either side of me, caging me in. I grip the pencil harder, trying to keep my breathing steady. “This… this is fine. I can do it myself.” His chest brushes my back as he leans down, pretending to look at my notes. His breath is hot against my ear. “You’re such a good girl, always studying so hard. But I think you need a little guidance tonight.” One of his hands slides off the table and rests on my waist. Innocent at first. Then it slowly moves up. I bite my lip, forcing myself to stare at the words on the page even as his fingers brush the underside of my breast through the thin top. “Stepdaddy… what are you doing?” “Shh. Just helping. Keep writing, princess. Don’t let me distract you.” His thumb finds my hard n****e and circles it slowly. Electricity shoots straight to my c**t. I whimper softly but keep the pencil moving, scribbling nonsense on the paper. His other hand slides down my thigh, pushing my short skirt higher until cool air hits my bare p***y. I didn’t wear panties today. I tell myself it was an accident. He chuckles darkly when he realizes. “No panties? Naughty girl.” His fingers glide through my already slick folds. I’m soaking. “Stepdaddy, please… we can’t—” But I don’t move away. I keep pretending to study, pencil shaking in my grip. He pushes one thick finger inside me. I gasp, hips jerking once before I force them still. “Keep writing,” he murmurs, voice rough. “If you stop, I stop.” I try. God, I try. But his finger curls inside me, stroking that spot that makes my toes curl. Then he adds a second finger, pumping slowly while his thumb finds my c**t. My handwriting turns into messy loops. He leans closer, lips against my neck. “Your little p***y is so tight and wet for me. You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” I shake my head, but a soft moan escapes. He pinches my n****e harder. “Answer me, princess.” “…Yes.” “Good girl.” He keeps fingering me steadily, stretching me, getting me ready. I’m trembling, fighting the urge to push back against his hand. Then I hear his zipper. My heart slams against my ribs. “Stepdaddy—” “Shh. Just keep pretending to do your homework. Let Stepdaddy take care of you.” The thick head of his c**k presses against my entrance. I’m shocked. Reluctant. Terrified. And so f*****g turned on I can barely breathe. He pushes in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching my tight p***y open. I bite down hard on my lip to stop from screaming. The pencil stays in my hand. But my mind is already breaking. My Stepdad Is f*****g Me From Behind While I Pretend to Study CHAPTER 2 He’s so big. Marcus’s thick c**k stretches my p***y wider than anything I’ve ever felt. He’s only halfway in and I already feel full, walls fluttering around him desperately. “f**k, princess… you’re gripping me so tight. Such a good little schoolgirl cunt.” I’m still bent over the table, chest pressed to my homework, pencil clutched in my sweaty fingers. I force myself to keep writing—shaky, meaningless sentences—even as he sinks deeper. “Stepdaddy… this is wrong,” I whisper, voice cracking. But my hips tilt back just a little, taking more of him. He groans and bottoms out, hips flush against my ass, his heavy balls pressed against my c**t. “Wrong? Then why is your p***y soaking my c**k like this?” He pulls back slowly, then thrusts back in hard. The table shakes. I choke on a moan, pencil digging into the paper. He sets a slow, deep rhythm, f*****g me with long strokes that make my t**s bounce against the wood. Every thrust pushes me forward. Every pull makes me ache for the next one. His hand slides around to my front, finding my c**t again, rubbing firm circles while he f***s me. Pleasure coils tight in my belly. I’m going to c*m already. “Keep writing, baby. Don’t stop. If your mother calls, you answer like a good girl.” The mention of Mom makes shame flood through me, but it only makes my p***y clench harder around his c**k. He chuckles. “That’s it. Squeeze Stepdaddy’s dick.”