First Time With Stepdad
Calvin feels entitled to what his stepdaughter is giving away to her dates.
Caution: This story contains dubious consent between two adults. Reader discretion is advised.
He never had a single inappropriate thought about her when she was younger. He wasn’t some sort of pedophile or anything. When Lesley moved into his house with her mom, Calvin only had eyes for his girlfriend and not her kid. He was completely in love with Jasmine and had no interest in her fourteen-year-old daughter.
As hot and heavy as they started out, their love life cooled off a couple of years after their marriage. By then, Lesley thought of herself as an adult, applying to colleges, going out with guys, getting her own car. And still, Calvin maintained his distance, well past her eighteenth birthday.
He couldn’t pinpoint for sure what it was that triggered him to notice Lesley in a new light — whether it was the lengthy period of time that he hadn’t had any attention from his wife, or the fact that he walked in on Lesley with some guy in his basement den, or possibly the fact that she was about to leave for college. But suddenly, it had occurred to him that she was a grown woman, someone who was doing sexual things with other men, and who was about to slip away from him.
Before opening the door to her room and striding in as if he owned the place, Calvin gave her a quick courtesy knock. She sat up in bed as he closed the door behind himself, crossing the room. The bed was full of fluffy covers and pillows, and squishy cushions. Without an invitation, Calvin sat down beside her, taking in her freshly washed, makeup-free face and the thin straps of her tank top on her creamy shoulders.
“Guess what I saw the other night as I went down into the den around… oh, one am or so,” he began, leaning onto his hand that he placed across Lesley’s legs. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t volunteer the information.
“I don’t know, what did you see?” She said instead.
“You were sucking cock,” he stated bluntly, a smug grin on his face, staring her down. Her face immediately turned a deep shade of red, obvious even in the dim light of the room. “You were up on your knees on my couch, your head bobbing up and down in some guy’s lap, while you slurped and moaned like a little slut.”
He was purposefully trying to make her feel uncomfortable. Watching Lesley carefully, he attempted to gauge whether she’d shift into defensive or apologetic mode. She remained quiet, averting her eyes and chewing her lip. The temptation to touch her right then became overwhelming. Shifting the hand he’d been leaning on to the girl’s leg, he rubbed up and down it, through the covers. Lesley didn’t pull away, still looking down.
“I’m an adult,” she finally said, shrugging. She still hadn’t looked up at him.
“Sure, sure,” he agreed with her. “A dirty, slutty adult who brings random guys home and gets off on sucking dicks.” He paused there, watching her draw in a deep breath. She was probably a smart enough girl to see where this was going. “What’s one more, huh?”
She looked up at him then, but it wasn’t fear in her eyes; it looked much more like annoyance. It was somewhere between ‘not again’ and ‘let’s just get this over with. But despite her expression, she didn’t move towards him or initiate contact.
He let his hand shift up her thigh, still on top of the covers, and travel up her side towards her breast. She didn’t budge, not pulling away from him or telling him to stop. Her eyes followed the progress of his hand and she watched it as his fingers squeezed around her breast.
“Yeah, you’re probably used to this kinda stuff, huh?” Calvin said, pulling down the collar of her tank top to release her boob. It was a lovely, round shape with a bit of heft to it and a perky pink nipple already hard. “The attention is nice, isn’t it? And you’re too horny to pass up on being touched.”
She pursed her lips and sucked in a breath through her nose. Her eyes flared, and for a second, Calvin thought she might object. With a quick grasp of her nipple, he pinched and twisted before she had the chance to say anything. Instead, Lesley gasped and cried out softly, her eyes widening again.
“No need to deny it. I can tell that you’re exactly the sort of girl who enjoys being touched and used and maybe even talked down to a bit. You like to be roughed up too, huh?”
Lesley didn’t jump in with denial. And that was confirmation enough for Calvin that he made the right call. He pulled the other side of her tank top down and played with both her breasts while she just sat there, watching him. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but the way she chewed her lower lip made him think that she was biting back her enjoyment of the situation.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I don’t mind if you enjoy this. Feel free to moan and ask for more. And to come, if the mood strikes. I’m not about to deny you that. You’re going to earn yours,” he assured her.
He climbed up on the bed and straddled her, pulling down the front of his sweatpants to release his fully hard cock. Scooting up her body towards Lesley’s face, he pinned her arms to her sides with his knees. Now, leaning in towards her face, he was in the perfect position to fuck it.
“Alright then,” he encouraged her. “Don’t play coy, just open up your mouth and take the cock, just like I know you can.”
