My step daughter takes control…..

This is a genuine account of an encounter with my stepdaughter. She is a very slim girl, with a highly toned, almost muscular body; she has straight, silken light brown hair and the brightest green eyes. I had always suspected that she was bi -sexual as most of her friends had been girls….

She came downstairs after her bath. I assumed she was going out- she looked stunningly beautiful and sexy. She was wearing a body tailored, green silken blouse which hugged her upper body, her wonderfully pert tits clearly visible, the buds of her nipples pressed against the material. Her top has a sheen which accentuated her movement. This was accompanied by the tightest pair of black vinyl, pvc jeans which hugged her legs, each movement of her hips reflecting the light of her thighs and ass. (She told me in the past she always wanted to wear something like this but never had the courage.) Her movement was accentuated by the thigh length leather boots and the height of the heels.

In answer to my question, she said nothing but walked to me as I sat on the sofa. She stood in front of me before turning around and bending down to move my legs apart, before sitting on the floor between my legs and leaning back. Her forearms and hands rested on my thighs as she asked that I massage her shoulders.

I began to stroke her shoulders and as I did so, she twisted slightly, as a result my fingers were forced to the outside of her upper back, eventually, as she turned moving to the front, encountering the outside of her small, round tits, feeling the supple flesh as they massaged, sensing the warmth of her skin under the taught material. As my fingers gently rubbed her breasts, her hands on my legs began to rub my thigh. She pushed back further so my hand came fully onto her breasts, feeling the hardness of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

Bringing her arms in from my knees to her sides, she trapped my forearms in position and squeezed so hard that she stopped breathing, my fingers caressing her breasts moved inwards and cupped each glorious globe, thumb and forefinger tweaking gently at the nipple. Her nipples rose obediently to each roll of my fingers and I pushed in against them, trapped them between my first and second fingers alternately squeezing and rolling. She let her breath out quickly then inhaled and held it again. As she undid a couple of buttons on her shirt and I slid my hands under the restraining garment to hold each breast, at one moment kneading the flesh, the next pulling on the nipple causing a further tightness in the young skin.

She pulled her legs up towards her, dropping her knees slightly apart as I pushed her breasts so they meshed against each other, moulding together. Although unable to see, I could feel and like a blind man was able to imagine how her small, pert breasts formed a slight valley. Her hands covered mine as she began to guide them, commanding my fingers and palms to give maximum pleasure, increasing the pressure as she desired. She turned and knelt before me. In her eyes I could see a combined far away look and a glint of pleasure, a look which hinted of a need for more. Holding my gaze, she placed the index finger of her right hand on her lips and held it there before moving it from side to side as though wiping her mouth. The glistening tip of her tongue parted her lips and with almost painful slowness circled the tip of her finger making it shine with moisture. Her tongue returned to her mouth and emerged again coating the finger almost to the degree that her saliva ran down it. She then she placed it against my mouth rubbing her saliva against my lips, parting them. I recall closing my eyes and leaning into the gift of her contact wanting to touch her again and return some of the pleasure.

I felt her breath close to my mouth as she withdrew her finger slowly, playfully returning and withdrawing it. At last, her tongue traced against my lips, wetting each in turn, parting my lips and then withdrawing.

She pushed me back on the sofa, so I was at least partially disabled by the softness and depth of the cushions and in so doing she stood. For a moment I was able to see the whole of her; the shirt still unbuttoned and her breasts just hidden by the wrap of the cloth. At her waist a broad, black, silver studded leather belt was pulled around the slimness of her waist, leading to a tight pair of tight black, figure hugging pvc jeans which accentuated every curve of her long, strong, slim legs. Stepping forward she allowed her weight to settle on her knees as she straddled me trapping my legs between hers. My eyes were level with her breasts. She pulled the shirt apart and let it hang loose. “Do you like me?” she whispered, a slight note of harshness in her husky voice. I nodded.

“Do you like me?” she repeated. “Answer me.” She pinched hold of my forearm and began to twist the flesh, not letting go but increasing the pressure. Her other hand was hard on my chest pushed me back on the sofa. She twisted harder. “Well?” she smiled and again twisted.

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