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When I met my wife, we clicked instantly. It was sweet and romantic and everything I dreamed of. But her daughter never really warmed up to me. I didn’t blame her, it had been just and her mum for a long time after her dad left. But she was, to put it bluntly, kind of a slut. No doubt there were some issues there, and she made it pretty clear that I wasn’t her father. Still, I didn’t like it when she would bring a different boy home every weekend, especially when I could hear everything they were doing. The curse of being a light sleeper.
One Saturday morning, not long after she’d turned 18, we were eating breakfast while her mother was still asleep. She sat at the table in an old thin tank top and cotton shorts that barely covered her ass. It had been another sleepless night for me, I couldn’t take it any more and told her that if she insisted on bring boys home, the least she could do is keep the volume down. I was expecting an embarrassed apology, but all she did was smirk, run her fingers up my arm and whispered in my ear “If I knew you were enjoying the show, I would have asked you to join us.” With that she walked out, hips swaying from side to side. At the door she suddenly turned, caught me staring at her and with another smirk, lifted up her top and flashed me her tits.
After that I was a nervous wreck, I kept expecting my wife to notice the flirting and teasing that her daughter was directing at me. Touches on the arm, kisses on the cheek, brushing past me in the hallway, lingering hugs with a roll of her hips against my crotch. I was sporting an erection every time I even looked at her these days.
Everything came to a head when I had to take her shopping. Her car had broken down and she needed a new outfit for some party. Her mum couldn’t take her so it fell to me. I’d been dragged around to dozens of shops and at each one she would disappear into the change rooms and come out wearing some of the sexiest, most revealing dresses I’d ever seen. She would ask my opinion but never found the right one (apparently). I had such a hard on that I was tempted to go to the bathroom and jerk off. But finally she said this was the last store. She grabbed a few things off the shelves and racks and ran for the change rooms before I even saw what she’d taken.
I’d been waiting outside the change rooms for I couple of minutes when suddenly she called out that she needed help. I slowly opened the door and peeked inside, but she grabbed my wrist, pulled me inside and locked the door behind me. I could only gape at what I saw. My wife’s daughter standing in front of me wearing a pale blue lace bra, so thin as to be almost see through, thigh high stocking and a garter belt. The mirrors in the change room meant I could see all of her at once, but as I sat down, she slowly spun around, proving beyond any doubt that there was nothing covering her ass and pussy.
“So daddy, do you like what you see?”
I couldn’t speak as my eyes roamed over the sexy girl in front of me. I could feel my cock straining to get out of my pants and knew she could see it too. She knelt in front of me and started undoing my belt. She took out my cock and started stroking it slowly, holding it right by her mouth. “Oh daddy, you do like it. I knew you would. I used to watch you and mum together. That’s why I started being loud with my boyfriends. So you would hear. Did it make you hard? *stroke*
Did you think about me when you fucked her?*stroke*
Did you think about your little girls tight pussy? *stroke*
You wanna fuck this pussy don’t you?*stroke*
You wanna take your cock and ram it deep inside me. *stroke*
I can be your little cumslut *stroke*
You can put it in my mouth *stroke*
Or my pussy *stroke*
Or my ass” *stroke*
I couldn’t take it any more. I stood up and pushed her back against the mirrored wall, spread her legs and immediately thrust my cock into her pussy. She was the tightest, most amazing pussy I’d ever felt, and watching her breath got up the mirror as she wanted made it ever hotter. “Yeah daddy. Give it to me. Pound your little girls pussy. Ahh!!” She called out as I grabbed her hair and pulled her back against me. I didn’t even care that people outside could probably hear us. As her ass slapped against my thighs I could feel my balls start to tighten up. “Baby I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah daddy give me that cum. Shoot it inside me. Claim me. Mark me. Makes me yours!!”
And with one final push, I erupted inside her, stream after stream of cum pulsing into her tight pussy. I sat back, completely spent. As my step daughter got dressed, I could see my cum running down her leg. She scooped it up on her finger and sensuously licked it up. “Mmmm tasty. I’m going to want that again and again. Let’s go home daddy. Mummy’s out this afternoon and I want your cock in my ass.” We both walked out, ignoring the looks from the store assistants.
Axelle Dauwens (Belgium)
Rio 2016 Olympics
Omg.. What have I created.
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I told you in another post that my wife was supposed to go out with some friends she used to work with. As it turns out those plans began to crumble. She asked me if I would please take her out if things didn’t pan out with her friends. Of course I agreed.
Over the course of the next few hours...