When he left the room I laid there for a while longer, allowing myself to come down and start breathing normally again. Hearing the car engine roar to life outside the window I got up and went over to my laptop and switched off the webcam. Downstairs, I snatched up the small audio recorder by the armchair.
A few weeks later I confronted him with the evidence. He called me a stupid, manipulative whore but I could hear the fear in his voice. I walked away with enough to upgrade my wardrobe.
That summer was a turning point for me, and nothing too bad for him either. Daddy, as I liked to whisper in his ear, was willingly or unwillingly financing my small town adventures. I was eating out at restaurants with my friends, got the clothes I wanted, saw the bands I loved… everything was great. And when mom wasn’t around I would let him touch me, which he loved to do after a few drinks. Men really are simple creatures. They just want to fuck. You apply a little pressure, tell them when, where and how and they are yours. Once I even fondled his cock under the breakfast table while mom was around. It was funny to see him super pissed and super hard at the same time. A smirk crawled across my face. It wasn’t just for the money either. I enjoy sex fully and was happy to have a guy that I could rely on to make me squeal and cum hard.
Once, in mood I brought over a friend from the volleyball team. She was a quiet brunette about my age, academically oriented, and a little naïve. We had already had a couple drinks up in my room and the conversation drifted to the naughty side. Turns out she had only had sex once, with some idiot at a Christian summer camp. That hadn’t lasted long. With enough booze in me I started to spill the beans about my stepfather. She was shocked but quickly regained her composure and started asking me more about it. Sensing her interest and disbelief, I told her that I could prove it. That’s when we heard the car pull up. We quickly stashed the beer cans and composed ourselves. Just follow me I told her. Don’t act weird.
He came through the door looking pretty tired, just off work. As he took off his boots I handed him a beer and said hello, maybe a little too openly flirty. Sara (oh yeah, that’s her name) giggled which set me off as well. Have you been drinking? He asked laughing. Mmmm maybe a little. We looked at each other and laughed. You want a beer? Then I asked if he wanted his cock sucked. By Sara. He almost choked taking that first swig.
Pretty soon we were up in my room. We pulled off our tops and took turns on his cock. There’s something calming about wetting a man’s shaft, and rubbing his throbbing head. Her pretty lips wrapped around my stepfather’s dick, bobbing up and down had me really wet. Sara and I kissed and made out. Then we had more beers. I helped him take off her panties and we melted into my bed. She kissed my breast as he fucked her from behind. It was so hot to see him take her and mount her like a stud mounts his prize. He loomed large behind her, grunting and breathing hard. Concentrated on extracting every moan and shudder our young, little bodies could give. He wasn’t gentle with us girls.
Her tongue tugged at my clit and drove me crazy. I whispered into her ear dirty things. You little slut, getting fucked by a married man. He’s over forty you dirty whore, married too. He has a fucking wife and you are just going to fuck him? I pulled at her hair, slapped her cheek… touched myself.
I could see the cum dripping down her leg, but he wasn’t finished. He pulled out of her slowly and stood over me. Spreading my legs apart I invited him inside me. When he was inside it was hard to breathe. He pushed into me with such force that I could only mutter and recede into my ecstasy. I grabbed and held on to him as he ravaged me.
Sara took her time teasing me as well, kissing him all over. A surprising torrent of filth came out of that little brunette’s mouth calling me a sneaky cumslut, fucking her own mother’s husband. Haven’t even graduated from high school, she shouted, and already got your tight little cunt stuffed by with cock. Unable to respond I took the abuse, and came hard, at several point I gasped and yelled out. My moaning ignited him and he rocked me harder. I could feel him on the edge, he was moving faster, breathing harder. The time would come soon.
Then he pulled himself out and I lay back as he covered my stomach with a torrent of cum. Sara caressed him as he jerked forward with the momentum. And soon after he was spent.
We lay back the three of us. Two girls on either side, wrapped up in his arms.
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