Author: Ki-Gon

Taming the Blue-Haired Punk (A ‘Life is Strange’ Short Story) PART 2 AND EPILOGUE

The girl blushed. “I… I don’t know how…” she spoke shyly, embarrassed.

“Just do what you’ve seen in porn.”

“I don’t watch…” she started to protest, but changed her mind. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.

He felt her warm wetness touch the head of his cock, and the thought of his step-daughter licking him almost made him cum. But he controlled himself – he was going to enjoy her for a long time before he finished.

He watched her gain confidence, and lick more and more of his cock until she was licking from his balls and all across the shaft. When she reached the head she paused again… and kissed it. His cock twitched, leaking precum, and twitched again when she licked it off.

“I thought you’d be salty, douchebag.”

“Still with the shitty attitude.” His hand moved to the back of her head and pulled her to his cock. Chloe resisted, looking up at him bewildered, but when the head was inside her mouth she gave in and pushed herself deeper. Read more »

Taming the Blue-Haired Punk (A ‘Life is Strange’ Short Story) PART 1 (M/F, Stepdaughter, spanking, fingering)

After being asked by [u/jokerchaos66](https://www.reddit.com/user/jokerchaos66), I present to you my first foray into erotica writing. Let me know what you think, all feedback helps.

And just in case, the characters are over 18. Now, please enjoy!

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David turned off the computer and rubbed his temple. None of the ‘How to Get Along with Your Teenage Daughter’ articles he’d read had worked. He’d tried talking about her music, worked with her to fix her truck, and a myriad other things, but the girl kept arguing and insulting and trying to start a fight.

Joyce said Chloe was going through some stuff. David said Chloe was a cunt.

And now he heard her upstairs, music as loud as it could get to hide whatever she and that girl were up to – smoking, drinking, drugs, whatever it was, he needed to put a stop to it.

*But what else can I try?* David asked himself. He’d tried talking to her about it – shouted, even – but she refused to budge. He tried telling her the dangers of substance abuse, to reprimand her, even ground her, but nothing worked. With a heavy sigh he made his way upstairs. Joyce was at work, so it was his duty to keep the girl from waking up the neighbors. Read more »