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Joel wasn’t a good man. He wasn’t moral, ethical or rational. The only thing Joel seemed to be recently was horny. Horny for his stepdaughter.
It wasn’t a gradual obsession. Not at all. It took over him suddenly and overwhelmingly. You had lived with your dad after your parents’ divorce, but then moved into Joel’s house to stay closer to your college. He had barely seen you before and then you were in his house all the fucking time.
Was his attraction out of the blue? Not really. You were a hot young woman. Every man’s dream. But the maddening desire took Joel by surprise. Like a tsunami it put his life upside down, taking away any sense he might have had before. The lust for you was like a poison, coursing through his veins, pumping blood to his big cock more often than it was expected for a man of his age.
In hopes of getting rid of the toxic passion, Joel jerked off regularly like a horny teenager. He watched tons of porn, choosing the ones with actresses that looked like you. To his distress, it seemed to entice him even more. Like a dog he couldn’t stop salivating every time he saw you.
Joel would get lost in his thoughts at the breakfast table, sitting right in front of you and thinking about the shape of your pussy. Did you have a little clit hidden behind your lips or could he see it right away if he took your home shorts and panties off at that moment? Did you shave your cunt or could he tug you lightly by your soft pubes? He’d be happy with anything, a pussy was a pussy, especially if it belonged to a sweet thing like you. He couldn’t help but daydream of eating you out on the table right next to the pancakes your mother had made, your sweet pussy served with maple syrup on top, or melted butter all over your folds. He’d slurp it happily with your slick and cum and chase it with his black coffee. Breakfast of champions.
Joel ground his teeth. He had to keep himself from acting on his desires. Not because of your mom, fuck that nagging bitch! His dick barely reacted to her anymore. Divorce was what really terrified Joel. He’d hate to deal with all of that— too much paperwork, too much hustle. That was the last thing Joel needed.
The first thing was you. After a month of pumping his cock after every encounter with his stepdaughter, Joel got really frustrated and decided to act. He worked out a plan. Surely you had some juicy selfies on your laptop, he thought, so one day he knocked on your bedroom door with a secret motive to get his big paws on them.
You sweet voice let him in.
Joel stepped into your bedroom, his brows furrowed, the shoulders square, trying to intimidate you with his steel gaze and dominant tone so you’d agree faster.
“I need your laptop. Mine broke.”
You were lying on your bed with your phone in your hands, wearing your tiny shorts and a crop top and his dirty mind immediately drew him a picture of your naked body splayed and offered to him, head hanging off the side of the bed with his cock plunging in and out of your mouth. He could bet he’d be able to feel his shlong inside your tight throat. He’d probably come so fast like that and discharge his cum right into your belly. Bon appetite, baby!
“Hmm,” you hummed, blinking up at him. You seemed hesitant and it made Joel even more excited—you definitely had something to hide. His jeans got strained with the might of his growing dick.
“C’mon. I’ll just pay the bills and give it back to ya.”
“Oh. I don’t know—well—ok.”
As soon as you agreed Joel snatched the laptop off your desk and went to the master bedroom. His wife was working late that night so it was a perfect opportunity to find your nudes and jerk off to his heart's content.
Joel plunged on the bed and began his horny search. Dora the fucking explora. Help Joel find his stepdaughter’s nudes!
Are they in this folder? — No!
That one? — Look better!
Here? — Fuck, no!
He was growing hopeless. No way a girl with an ass like yours wouldn’t want to have it in a photo. Your perfect tits were asking to be jerked off to. So where the hell were the goods?
He was searching everywhere until he stumbled upon a folder with a few tracks. He didn’t care about them at first but his thick finger accidentally double clicked one of them and to his surprise he heard his voice.
“No, wait— fuck—spread wider—yes—yeahhh.“
He increased the volume and his jaw dropped. Yes, he was sure now. It was his voice.
‘When was it recorded?’ Joel asked himself, listening to his groans. Suddenly it dawned on him. It was a couple of weeks ago when he was fucking his wife. His grunts and growls were the only audible noises, which was not surprising -your mother was always silent like a corpse when he was fucking her.
Yet Joel’s voice could be heard clearly. He listened to a few tracks and all of them were recordings of his voice— him talking to his clients on the phone, him discussing the last game with Tommy.
‘What a dirty slut!’ flashed in Joel’s mind. He wasn’t thinking anymore. With his cock already hard, Joel knew what to do and acted immediately.
He rushed back into your bedroom.
“Done?” you asked when he barged in. With your arm stretched, you were waiting for him to return your laptop, but he was still holding it.
“Fuckin’ slut.” Joel’s smirk was dark and triumphant.
Your face fell and you looked like you’d seen a ghost.
“Yeah, exactly! I found your little spy audios, baby! Why were you recording me and your mom having sex, little perv, huh?”
You pulled your knees to your chest, squeezing into yourself, and mumbled,
“I’m not— I—no—please—I wasn’t recording HER.”
“Oh? But you recorded me! Wanted to hear your stepdad’s groans, dirty slut?”
You were quiet, with your gaze downcast, looking scared to death. That was exactly what Joel needed.
“Imma tell your mom.”
“No! No, please, Joel, no! I’m begging!”
“Unless—“, he mused.
“Yes! Anything! Please!”
Here we go. He had you where he wanted. Finally.
“Unless you become my fuck toy.”
You looked gobsmacked.
“What?”
“Don’t act shocked, babydoll. Bet you want it more than anythin’. What were you doin’ with those tracks, sweetie? Listenin’ and thinkin’ of our lord and savior? Fuck no! Were probably fuckin’ yourself silly, moanin’ my name. Your stepdad's name, little slut!”
He shook his head and tutted at you while you were shaking like a leaf.
”I’m giving you a way out, baby. But only if! If I can have my way in. In all your holes.”
“All?” Your voice was so small and trembling, it made his cock twitch.
“All, babydoll! I wanna fuck your mouth - yes, please, Joel! Wanna fuck your ass? you’ll let me! Pussy right after? Of course, sir! That’s what antibiotics are for.”
You sniffed loudly and burst into tears.
“Please Joel— I can’t—we shouldn’t!”
Joel smirked and walked to the bed, stopping right in front of you. He cupped your wet cheek and cooed, “I know we shouldn’t, babydoll. That’s why it’s so fucking hot.”
You sniffed and leaned into his touch, your big teary eyes looking up at him.
Joel couldn’t believe his luck. The little slut was melting. He was going to have so much fun!
“Get undressed, sweetie. Let’s get to it now.”
Joel didn’t believe in God. But right at that moment he swore that someone above had blessed him. Or someone below for that matter. You were taking off your shorts, top and then panties, wiping tears off your pretty face. He immediately snatched your underwear and shoved it in his jean pocket.
“On your back. Spread your legs. Let me see what daddy’s gonna play with.”
You widened your eyes at what he called himself but did what he told you. You lay down and slightly spread your bent legs.
“Don’t shake. I won’t hurt ya,” Joel growled, rolling your chair to the bed and making it squeak under his weight when he got comfortable ready to enjoy the view.
Your pussy was hotter than anything he’d seen or imagined and his cock was thumping hard in the confines of his jeans. Joel unzipped them and pulled his boxers down. Your glossy eyes immediately snapped to his bobbing stiff manhood.
“Yeah, sweetie, get a good look. Ya gonna learn every rim and vein of this dick pretty soon. Its taste too,” Joel added and shook it in his hand. He wasn’t leaking yet but when he pushed your legs wider apart and your folds opened up to his view, his slit began crying happy tears.
“Fuck, babydoll. She’s even better than I imagined. And believe me, I thought about your snatch a lot.”
Your breath hitched when Joel leaned closer and his thick fingers spread your lips.
“Look at this hole. Tight. We need to get ya ready first. This bad boy- he jiggled his cock again- can damage you and we don’t want that, yeah?”
You shook your head and Joel’s hand glided over your mound, his digits slipped between your folds in a perverted examination.
“Ya have a dick?”
You were blinking up at him, confusion swimming in your blown out eyes.
“Rubber cock? Dildo? Jesus, ya slow.”
“Ohh… yeah,” you nodded and averted your eyes in shame.
“Aww, don’t act shy and shit. I think we’re past that, little slut.”
He got up with a smirk on his lips and, after following your line of vision, opened your nightstand drawer.
“Where is it? Ah!”
It wasn’t long until Joel found your toy - a pink dildo.
“Damn, sweetie, I see you’re not adventurous at all! Look!”
With a chuckle Joel lined the dildo up with his own cock which was longer and girthier than the toy and shot his brows up at you.
You closed your eyes, probably not believing what was happening in your bedroom but then snapped them open when you felt a cold tip of the toy prod your tight hole.
”Joel! Lube!” you exclaimed, trying to push away the dildo. Your stepdad was looming over you, standing by the bed, his smile devilish.
“Of course. A little slut like you deserves the best lube. Daddy’s spit.”
He leaned down and gathered some saliva in his mouth before opening his lips and letting it drop right on your slit. You jerked.
”More?” Joel asked and not waiting for your response spit on it again, with force now. You moaned when a glob of liquid hit your clit and Joel’s fiery gaze found yours.
”You want it, yeah? That’s why you recorded me. Do you want me?”
He didn’t know why he was asking that. You were already lying in front of him on the bed, pussy out and ready to be fucked. But a possessive part of him wished for you to want him back.
You tried to avert your eyes but he leaned closer and took your cheeks between his fingers, keeping you facing him.
“Tell me!”
Your quiet, shaky ’yes’ rang loud in the bedroom and in his head. After your confession Joel’s flannel covered chest expanded with pride and triumph. He still got it. He had blackmailed you but he totally could have gotten you all by himself.
Drunk on the ego boost he kissed you with vigor and hunger, swallowing your mewls and whimpers. Then he ripped his mouth off and hovered over you, watching your eyes roll back when he pushed the dildo between your saliva-coated folds and inserted it into your hole. You moaned his name and Joel started leaking like a faucet.
He began fucking you with the toy, groaning and drinking in your sweet sounds.
“Ya love it, little slut? Bet you were dreaming of this. Your stepdad fucking this pink cock into your hungry hole. Listening to my voice.”
He leaned closer and growled right into your ear,
“Daddy’s here now and he’s gonna claim all your holes, sweetie.”
When he changed the angle of the dildo, you tilted your head back into the mattress with a loud whimper, biting your lower lip. Your pleasure drove Joel insane.
”You’ll be my fuckdoll in no time. I’ll train your pussy, your ass, your mouth. Ya gonna take me. Take me so good. Gonna tity-fuck you. Bathe you in my cum. You won’t need anything except my huge cock. And my voice. Give it to me now, baby! Come!”
“Daddy!” you cried out and your body began shaking and trembling under Joel. He didn’t stop moving the toy inside you until your limbs fell weakly on the bed and your face relaxed. Your eyes closed by themselves, body and mind spent after an emotional and physical climax.
Joel’s poor dick was engorged and leaking, demanding the warmth of your wet cunt. And he was absolutely sure that you were drenched.
He threw your legs wider apart with his knee and with a wolfish smirk stared at your clear juices sliding from under the pink cock, which was still sticking out of your cunt.
Suddenly Joel got an idea. His horny mind wanted nothing else but to spear you with his manhood. But he felt generous that day. You deserved so much more than just his cock!
Not tearing his dark gaze off you, lying with your eyes closed and breathing fast, he took his jeans and flannel off. He was still wearing his white undershirt when his eager lips latched onto your exposed tits, his hot tongue swirled around your hardened nipples, one after the other. Joel’s hands were roaming your body, squeezing and pinching it lightly. Like a starving animal he couldn’t get enough of your submission, your skin, your curves and crevices. He was pulling little moans out of you and with your eyelids still closed you looked inebriated, drunk on his touch and your ecstasy, until Joel slightly slapped your cheek.
Your eyes fluttered open and you mewled, looking up at him, gaze foggy.
“My dick’s achin’, baby. Get ready to take it,” he warned and then got another bright idea. “And let’s record our first time. I’ll share it with you, baby, don’t worry. I know how much you love hearing daddy’s voice.” Joel laughed and took his phone out of his jeans, lying on the floor.
“Smile, sweetie,” he commanded but you covered your face with your hands when he took a few nudes. It was good enough for him.
He started recording and threw the phone on the bed. Your sweet moans were enough for him too.
When Joel brough his tip to your already stuffed hole, your eyes widened.
“Joel, the toy—“
“Yeah, I know —I know — lemme do it.”
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“Are you recording us?”
”Yeah, baby. Daddy needs something to jerk off to when you’re away.”
“Oh—ok, I guess.”
“Ya being such a good girl for me. Ain’t I lucky?”
“Joel, it won’t fit.”
“It will, babydoll. Tilt your hips a little. Yeah, damn. I’ll use my thumb to push it in. Jus’ a tip’ll do for today.”
“Ahhh—oh my god—your cock’s so big.”
“I know, right? But—Ya jus’ need to relax. Lemme stroke you—fuck, you’re wet, my hand’s soaked. Ya like it when I rub your clit like that?”
“Ahhhh—yeahh–yeahh—“
“Good little slut. It’s already in, baby. Lookit! My tip’s in.”
“Oh, fuck, Joel. I feel so full—ahhh.“
“Don’t curse, baby, or I’ll spank you.”
“Joellllll—”
“That’s better. Moan my name when I’m fuckin’ you. Your hole’s stretched good right now. Taking both cocks. Wish you could see what I see. Greedy little cunt.”
“Ohhhh, Joel. I’m gonna—“
“Call me daddy if ya want. i know you do—hngggg”
“Daddyyyy!”
“Fuck— fuck —fuck —aahhhhh.”
Joel was shooting his hot cum into you, rope after rope. He didn’t plan on coming inside but the lust clouded his mind. He wanted you full with his cum, with his cock, with the dildo. The sight of your pussy swallowing everything he gave you, stretched to the limit, pushed him over the edge and into the pits of hell. He didn’t care. He was growling with his head down, watching his balls twitch, pumping jeez into your core. They were resting on the toy, which was half pushed out of your hole by his own cock and your pulsating walls. He could believe that he made his stepdaughter come on his dick, moaning like a whore, accepting his cum like the greatest gift. What a perfect little slut!
When the last drop of his load was discarded into your sloppy cunt, Joel pulled his cock and the pink toy out. Both were glistening with his and your cum.
“Clean us up,” he growled and made you get up on shaky legs. You immediately fell on your knees and Joel grinned.
“Good girl. Now get to work.”
He brought the toy to his still hard manhood and watched you lick the cocks clean. At one point you took both dicks in your whimpering mouth.
“Fuck, ya hot! All your holes are hungry for two dicks, huh? Your pussy, now your mouth. Ya know what hole’s next, yeah?”
You pulled away with a scared expression and Joel barked a laugh.
”Don’t fret, sweetie. All in its time.”
He pulled you up by your arm and held your body tight when his lips crashed against yours. He kissed you hard and you welcomed it. Perfect little slut indeed.
”Get some sleep,” he ordered, tucking you into bed. You looked fucked out of your mind and your tired smile made him smirk.
“You need rest. So daddy could have lots of fun with you later.”
He turned the lights off on his way out.
Joel wasn’t a good man. But he was happy.