The cupcake story. [I (M18) got caught fucking her (F18)]

This story is more funny than anything. But I thought some people might be in for a good chuckle.

One of my first girlfriends, we’ll call her Beth, had invited over to her house to chill in her room and listen to music. Her mom and stepdad were home, but we had been together long enough that they trusted us to leave the door shut.

One thing led to another and soon enough we were slowly fucking as to not be too loud. We were in the position where you’re basically spooning, and I was fucking her from behind while my chest was pressed against her back. It was divine. I could hear and feel how wet she was from the long slow strokes.

Suddenly, Beth looked over her shoulder and at me, and said “Stop for a second.” I looked at her concerned and said, “why what’s up?” She goes “stop stop!” As she hurriedly reaches down and pull a blanket over us all the way to our shoulders. Just then, the door opens, and her step-dad steps half-way in holding a tray of chocolate cupcakes. He has one half eaten one in his hand and says, “Hey Beth you wanna cupcake?”

She’s a good girl. [DDLG] [CNC] [BDSM] [ANAL]

I awoke to my alarm, like every other morning, and reached over to turn it off. Turning back over, I realized she wasn’t in bed with me, and shortly after heard noise from the kitchen. I got up and went in to find her sitting on the counter sipping apple juice from a cup and picking at a blueberry bagel on a small plate on the counter.

“Good morning little one.” I said before kissing her forehead softly and then moving to the cupboard to grab a glass.

She didn’t react.

“You’re up early.” I said, filling the glass with water and taking a drink. She still didn’t react, and was now sitting with her head down and her long hair hanging over her face. I set down the glass and walked in front of her. I lifted her chin with one finger and she looked up at me with pleading eyes.

“Why are you ignoring me, princess?” I said with a straight face while returning her gaze.

“I’m not, Daddy.” She half-mumbled with a pitiful voice that was almost a whine.