Author: Skintight1

An Encounter with my lithe, slim, step-daughter (Part2) Mf

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. Read more »

An Encounter with my Petite Step-Daughter. (Part1) (Fm)

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 way 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. Read more »

An Encounter with my Petite Step-Daughter. Part1. (Fm)

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 way 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. Read more »

F/m: An Encounter with my petite step daughter. Issue 4.

With that, she stepped back slightly, pushed me to the floor, my lower legs trapped beneath me. Turning her back to me she positioned herself above me, and with great care placed the heels of her boots over each wrist, pinioning my arms to the floor between heel and sole. As she lowered herself onto me, she spoke. ‘I am going to make you mine. You are going to learn that I will fuck you when and how I like. You will fuck me only as I wish; you will fuck to order and as ordered.’ As she lowered herself onto me, cutting off my ability to breathe, she writhed back and forth on my mouth, grinding herself against me. Her hands traced down my thighs: she used this pressure to push against my mouth. Just as my head began to rock from side to side in a vain attempt to get air, her fingers wrapped around my shaft, rubbing, caressing the length as I began to throb to her touch.

She released me from her pussy, allowing me to breathe. As I gasped in air, I could taste her, feel the coating of her juices on my tongue and lips. I was almost unaware for a moment as I tried to draw in as much air as possible. Read more »

F/m: An Encounter with my Petite Step-Daughter. Issue 3.

She stood before me, her legs slightly parted, her black pvc trousers pulled down to the top of her thigh high boots. As she wrapped her belt around her hand to give her a firmer grip, I sensed it tighten around my neck as she drew me in towards her crotch, her shiny g-string at mouth level. She parted her legs further, her stiletto heels now either side of my thighs as I knelt before her.

She bent towards me slightly, smiling. ‘Make me shine with your tongue, lick my g-string until I am totally satisfied with your performance.’ With that she straightened up and arched her back slightly, forcing her pelvis forward making herself accessible for me. At the same time, she pulled again on my makeshift leash. I intuitively tried to pull back, knowing this to be wrong. I placed a hand on each of her hips in order to try and keep a distance from her and as I did so, I felt her flesh tighten as though by a reflex action. Read more »

F/m: An Encounter with my Petite Step-daughter. Issue 2.

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. Read more »

F/m: An Encounter with my petite step daughter. Issue1.

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 way 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. Read more »

m/F: An Encounter with my lithe, slim step-daughter. (Part 3)

She stood before me, her legs slightly parted, her black pvc trousers pulled down to the top of her thigh high boots. As she wrapped her belt around her hand to give her a firmer grip, I sensed it tighten around my neck as she drew me in towards her crotch, her shiny g-string at mouth level. She parted her legs further, her stiletto heels now either side of my thighs as I knelt before her.

She bent towards me slightly, smiling. ‘Make me shine with your tongue, lick my g-string until I am totally satisfied with your performance.’ With that she straightened up and arched her back slightly, forcing her pelvis forward making herself accessible for me. At the same time, she pulled again on my makeshift leash. I intuitively tried to pull back, knowing this to be wrong. I placed a hand on each of her hips in order to try and keep a distance from her and as I did so, I felt her flesh tighten as though by a reflex action. Read more »

m/F: An Encounter with my lithe, slim step-daughter. (Part 2)

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. Read more »

m/F: An encounter with my slim, petite, lithe step-daughter. Part 1

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 way 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. Read more »