Daddy's Sex Kitten(6)

I hear Jason gasp. He thrusts a few more times, then grunts loudly. “UGGHHHH!” He shoots a huge load of cum into my pussy as he groans. He pounds his dick into me a few more times, then grunts again loudly. “UGGHH!” He cums inside me again. I still feel so good I can’t believe it. He wraps his arms around me and pulls my torso upright. He holds me tightly. He breathes heavily into my ear. I am still catching my breath too.

“Oh, Nichole,” he says gruffly, then kisses my cheek. “That was amazing.”

“I agree,” I say breathlessly. Then I turn my head to kiss him. He holds me tight as we kiss and calm down from our high.





Cheating with Daddy (back to top)





For all intents and purposes, I’m cheating on my husband with my stepfather. Of course, I caught my husband banging his secretary on his office floor, so can you blame me?

My mother just left my stepdad, Jason, for some guy she was having an Internet romance with. I think she’s crazy. Jason is awesome. He’s tall and muscular, mid-thirties, handsome, with wide shoulders, tan skin, green eyes and short reddish blond hair. He’s patient and gentle and smart and funny and kind. I’m trying not to fall in love with him, but I think that ship may have sailed.

I’m lying in my childhood bed, staring up at my ceiling. I put cutouts of fairies up there when I was 12. I can see the glitter in the semi-darkness. I have a nightlight in the corner dimly lighting the room. I’m only 21 now, but I feel old. I’m on the verge of divorce already. And I have no job. My only jobs up until now have been modeling as a child, and then housewife.

I hear my door quietly creak open and I glance over. It is Jason. I mostly see his silhouette in the doorway. He walks slowly across the room to me. We are the only ones in the house. My mother left, and I came back here to get away from my husband.

Jason and I started having sex last weekend. After a very small amount of alcohol. We just both needed to feel better. And now we do. And now we can’t stop. It’s Thursday night now. Jason got home late tonight because of an office party. We can’t exactly be seen together in public, so I stayed home.

I see he’s only wearing pajama bottoms now. Red. He sits on the edge of my bed and puts his hand on my shoulder to rub it a little.

“Hey,” he says quietly.

“Hey,” I say, smiling up at him.

He pushes a long curly strand of pale blond hair off my face. Then buries his hand in my hair. I am wearing nothing but panties and a long white T-shirt over my slender busty frame. He leans down to kiss me gently on the mouth. I kiss him back.

“So, we’re breaking the bed rules then?” I ask between kisses.

He lies down next to me and continues kissing me. He stops briefly to answer. “I thought we should,” he says. “Erase the old memories and make new ones.”

I kiss him deeply as a response. I lost my virginity to my husband in this bed. So we’ve been avoiding it. And avoiding the bed in his bedroom, which he shared with my mother for years. We mostly keep to the couch and the guest bedroom. Until now.

He gently pulls the covers off me toward the end of the bed, so he can see me. He leans on his elbow on his side and runs his hand over my long night shirt, over my large breasts, down my stomach, over my crotch. I grab his hand and intertwine our fingers. He leans over and kisses me again. This time he lies on top of me, pressing his body into mine. He gently pulls my T-shirt up and off of me as he kisses me. I lift my arms for him.

He hungrily starts to fondle and massage my bare breasts as he kisses me. My breathing speeds up. He kisses my neck and my ear. I feel my pussy get wet. He always knows how to rev me up for sex. He runs his hands down the sides of my body, then gently pulls my panties off. He pulls them down my legs and tosses them onto the floor. I feel so safe and warm with him.

He lies down on top of me again and kisses me. He moves his lips down to my neck and then my shoulder. He kisses my clavicle, then moves to kiss between my breasts. Then he kisses my left breast and slowly envelops the nipple and areola in his mouth and starts to churn his tongue around them. I moan as I run my fingers through his hair. He massages my other breast with his hand.

I am aching for him now. I spread my legs. I can feel he is hard underneath his pajama pants. But he is always so patient. He keeps his hands on my breasts, massaging them, as he kisses down to my belly. He french kisses my belly button. I moan as my pussy gets wetter for him. His tongue swirls around inside my belly button, then he moves his lips further down and my heart speeds in anticipation.

He moves his kisses slowly to my pussy, then slips his tongue inside my labia. I gasp. I am always amazed by how good that feels. His warm wet tongue darts around inside me. He sucks on my pussy greedily. His hands are still massaging my breasts. He moves his tongue up to my clit and sucks on it hungrily. I moan as pleasure shivers through me. This feels so good.