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BDSM HARDCORE STEPDADDY

Erotica Bundle 1

T. A. BEAU

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

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Table of Contents

Choked And Free-Used at Work by StepDaddy4

Bred and Humiliated on the Subway by StepDaddy28

StepDaddy’s Sweet Slutty Cheerleader37

Good Little Princess for StepDaddy50

Shared by StepDaddy and His Pet63

Gifted to StepDaddy’s Brutal Mafia Lieutenants87

StepDaddy and Boss Ruin My Holes108

StepDaddy Swap at the House Party126

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Choked And Free-Used at Work by StepDaddy

BLURB: Nikki's stepdaddy, Ivan, doesn't care where they are. Nikki's holes belong to him, even at work. There's nothing better to Nikki than being choked and freeused. Better yet, she loves to bait him. Punishments are always better when Ivan is angry. A short pseudoincest erotica story with Asphyxiation kink and BDSM.

I roll out my neck when we finally get to the hotel. It’s been a long flight from the East Coast, but we’re finally in Vegas, and we can finally let our hair down and enjoy a city built on sin and shameless fun.

“Holy shit, Thea! This place is huge!” my best friend says as she adjusts her ‘bride’ crown. Jamie is so excited to get married, and her copper skin glows under the shining sun and from the excitement of her last weekend as a ‘fiancée’ rather than ‘wife.’ “When you said your dad owned a hotel, I thought it was going to be a little motel or something.”

“Step-dad... ex-step-dad,” I correct.

Jamie rolls her eyes and bumps my hip. I laugh lightly as the other girls hurry out of the limo. The valets are already rushing forward to take care of our baggage. I force my strawberry blonde hair up in a pony to beat the heat and fan myself.

“So what’s the plan for this weekend?” Jamie asks.

“Other than drinking and male strippers?” Marlie demands with a loud laugh.

“Well, we know who’s already gotten into the drinking,” I giggle.

Jamie smirks and hands me a tiny bottle of flavored tequila. “And you’re going to get into drinking too.”

“Oh no. I’m the maid of honor, that means I’m the one who stays sober.”

“Not today!” she yells. “Come on, Thea. Have fun!”

Rolling my eyes, I force myself to down the drink, which doesn’t take much-it’s barely two swallows. The tequila burns hotter than the blazing sun, but I point at the entrance. “In.”

“What, we already have rooms?”

“A suite,” I answer, then swallow again. “Barry was kind enough to reserve us the presidential suite.”

She gapes at me, then narrows her eyes. “Which of your mom’s exes is this again? The sexy one? The balding one? Please don’t tell me he’s the one with the gold tooth and questionable tattoos.”

I wince at the memory of Emile. “No. This is Barry. He’s attractive, was a solid five years younger than mom, successful, actually a good guy.”

“No wonder your mom didn’t stay with him,” she says, then shoots me an apologetic look.

I wave my hand. Jamie knows my mom better than my other friends. My mom is all about feeling forever twenty, even though she’s now in her fifties. Her boyfriends and husbands keep getting younger and richer to pay for her plastic surgery and high-class living.

“He’s a good guy,” I say again. “He’s helped me plenty.”

“Oh yeah?” Jamie asks, barely containing her slyness.

“I’m serious!” I insist as we head into the hotel. “I’ve kept in touch with him because he knows plenty of people here, plenty of other hotel owners. It’s a good partnership that’s earned me more than one promotion and a whole lot of happy customers.”

“Sure, it’s just because you’re a travel agent,” Jamie teases.

I wiggle my finger at her, but don’t bother pushing the point as we head up to the presidential suite. Jamie can think whatever she wants. Barry has helped plenty with my clients and my job in general. He’s never asked me for anything, only been supportive and encouraging.

Which, of course, makes him better. I don’t bother to own up to the fact that I’ve looked up Barry plenty of times on social media. He’s aging like wine, getting better every time I see him. He’s only around forty-five but looks younger and takes care of himself. He’s muscular, but not in the gym rat way. He just looks good, like one of those movie stars who leans into their aging and doesn’t bother to stop it... only does what he can to make it look excellent.

It's been five years since I’ve really seen him in person. He lasted with my mom for a while, nearly four and a half years. I actually liked having him around. He made my mom nicer, was kind, encouraged me to have my own goals and chase them. He was the best influence as I went into college, even if he pointed out every issue with my two boyfriends. I hated him for doing that back then but looking back, I wish I had listened.

Barry has always seen people clearly, been able to see through masks, fake promises and façades.

“So…” Jamie says as we arrive on the top floor. “Where is Daddy?”

“Jamie,” I hiss.

She smirks at me. “Come on. The girls will love some eye candy.”

Before I can argue, I see Barry. His short dark hair, gorgeous green eyes, tan skin, lack of wrinkles, broad shoulders-he’s definitely eye candy. He smiles at me brightly.

“I didn’t want to miss you, ladies. You deserve a full tour of the suite. I’ve also included some extras.”

“Thank you so much for your hospitality. I don’t know how we’ve managed to earn such a great weekend,” Jamie says while elbowing me obviously.

I try to dodge her elbow, but Barry just smiles. “I always take care of the guests Thea sends me.”

“Oh, of course. Thea’s so sweet. How can anyone deny her?” Jamie asks playfully as the other bridesmaids giggle.

I roll my eyes. “Thanks, Barry.”

He gives us a tour of the two bedrooms, the lounge, the kitchen, and the main room of the suite. He then hands out some vouchers for shows and invites us all to enjoy the casino and pool on the first floor.

The girls focus on the kitchen since the bar is fully stocked. I shake my head at Barry. “You’re going to regret not charging them for the minibar.”

“I’m sure I won’t,” he says, looking me over quickly before meeting my eyes. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Happy to actually be out here. It’s different from hearing how you describe the place.”

“Just wait until tonight. The whole town lights up like it’s alive. It’s impossible to ignore. There’s plenty of trouble and fun to get into,” Barry says.

“As if you’d tell me where the trouble is,” I say back.

The corner of his mouth lifts. “You’re an adult now. The trouble is yours to find.”

“Ah, so you’re not going to stop me, but you won’t draw me a map either?” I tease.

“I could draw you plenty, but a map seems like a waste for both of us,” he says, and I can’t miss the double meaning in his voice.

I’ve heard it over the phone, but now that he’s right in front of me, I feel it, too. I lick over my bottom lip, and his eyes follow the motion. He takes a slow breath as he glances at my friends, who are eagerly diving into the liquor as they turn the music up.

“Let me show you the best spot up here,” Barry suggests.

I nod once, not exactly wanting to get plastered before we go out. Barry leads me out onto a terrace I didn’t notice. I blame the heavy curtains for that. I motion to them emphatically. “Those are thick.”

“You can pull back the purple curtains to reveal gauzy curtains, but considering this side faces sunrise, we make sure that our guests can sleep in,” he comments. “But that’s not the view, Thea.”

I turn and notice the sprawling city below. There are plenty of hotels that are just as tall, but being able to see the main strip, all the billboards, the people, and feeling that energy waving up even from here... it’s astounding.

“Wow, Barry,” I breathe.

“This place makes people come to life,” he murmurs, stepping closer, so his arm brushes mine.

“I’ve heard it brings out the worst in people,” I murmur, slowly turning my gaze to meet Barry’s eyes. His focus is entirely on me.

Barry’s hand brushes mine. It’s like an offering for more. The chemistry I’ve enjoyed while over the phone-he usually invites me out, promises to take care of me and show me the best time possible-is all magnified here.

“Vegas encourages people to drop their masks. It reveals who they really are, good, bad, or indifferent. It shaves away all the expectations people use to get through normal everyday life.”

I run my knuckles over Barry’s. “You said you’d show me the best time possible.”

“If I do that, I’m not sure you’ll want to leave,” he says. “Plus, you have friends to entertain.”

“My friends are entertaining themselves, and so far, the room is impressive, the heat is intense, but I don’t think I’m sold on Vegas or... the people in it,” I say, wondering if he’ll pick up on my innuendo. “How can I send people here if I don’t know what they can get out of it?”

“What do you want to get out of it, Thea? Clubs? Casinos? Museums? Art? Vegas has it all,” he says, turning his wide body to fully face me.

My throat tightens. “I want passion. You keep talking about dropping expectations, but I’m expecting something life-changing, mind-shattering, addictive.”

The tension between us crackles with anticipation. I want him to act on it, to understand that I’m flirting even though it feels wrong since he was once my step-dad. That feels like a different lifetime, though. Back when I was only coming home twice a year, I saw Barry only during holidays or when our work schedules would line up, so we’d pass each other in my mom’s house.

I never had a chance to get used to him and that’s fine by me because even with all this time, it still feels extra naughty to be alone with him, to want him, to play this back and forth.

Barry moves closer, his voice going husky when he speaks. “Sounds like you know what you want, but you’re dancing around it.”

“Can you read my mind?” I tease. “If so, then you know exactly what I’m after.”

He takes a sharp breath and leans towards me. My breath catches in my throat. I’m heating from the inside out, ready to beg for more, when Barry tips my chin up. “You’re definitely all grown up now.”

“Grown up, full of experience, desires... hopes,” I breathe.

“I offered you the best vacation of your life,” he murmurs, his nose brushing mine. “I can’t ask you to settle for less, can I?”

“No,” I breathe.

He lets out a throaty sound. I almost ask him to kiss me, to tell him it’s what I need after all our almost teasing over the phone the last two years, after seeing him in person and this alone time, Jamie’s teasing, how long it’s been since I’ve been pleased... I need a man. I need him.

Luckily, I don’t have to beg because Barry takes the lead and kisses me hungrily. He groans as I melt against him, gripping his biceps then stroking up to his shoulders. I stand on my toes as my lips part against his. He licks into my mouth and groans with me. His tongue takes the lead, setting the pace until he sucks and bites my bottom lip.

My hands trail down his chest until I grab his sides and pull him closer. Barry makes a pleased sound and turns us, pressing my back against the railing of the terrace. He wraps one of my legs around him and rolls his body against mine as his other hand slides just under my ponytail to grip me tightly.

He controls the angle, the pace, everything, and I melt into his guidance. He feels so good, smells even better, and his kisses are pure adrenaline and lust. I suck his tongue until he moans, then feel him harden against my belly. I rub myself against him, desperate to feel him even closer.

Barry’s hand works up my side, under my shirt, until I moan. He nearly cups my breast as I roll my hips against him again. It would be amazing to have sex right here, to have him bend me over the railing and fuck me while giving me the best view in all of Vegas.

Snarling against my lips, he bites my bottom lip again before cupping my breast through my bra. He squeezes my breast and tightens his hold on my hair, jerking back so I’m arched fully against him as he dominates my mouth, my mind, everything I am.

“Yes,” I pant as he starts kissing down my throat. “Yes, Barry.”

A low growl leaves his throat. “Such a naughty girl.”

“Please,” I whimper, not sure what I’m asking for specifically. I just know that if he’s offering something, I want it. “Please!”

“Where’s Thea?!” I hear from inside.

Barry freezes, palms my breast again, then draws back. I shake my head slightly. I’m already wet and ready to go. Why is he pulling away? Barry kisses my temple, then whispers in my ear. “Be good and you’ll get a reward later.”

“But...” I argue.

He steps away, looking over the strip as he takes a few breaths. When Jamie walks out, she gasps.

“Wow. What a view!”

“It’s one of the features here. I didn’t want any of you to miss it,” Barry answers, as if we’ve just been talking about things to do in the city of sin and nothing else happened.

I feel slightly crazy, more than a little wild after our fun, but I don’t want to be done. I suck my bottom lip. Before Jamie can figure anything out, Barry smiles and steps towards her.

“I think a wedding, especially a first one, should be great from planning to the end of the reception.”

“Caleb is my one and only,” Jamie agrees.

“There’s a VIP party only happening at the club next door. Some pop star or rockstar, whatever you want to call her, is performing tonight, and I’ll make sure you get in... all of you,” Barry says, eyes on me.

“Really?!” Jamie asks excitedly. “That’s amazing! Thea, you’re officially the best maid of honor ever!”

I laugh with her and let her drag me into the suite so we can unpack, then enjoy the pool and some drinks, and then plan our weekend. Barry lets himself out, but I notice his gaze flicks to me before he goes.

I want to ask if I’m going to get rewarded later, but based on the hungry, demanding look he gives me, I’m guessing he’s not done with me yet.

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“I officially love your ex step-daddy. So fuck him for me in thanks,” Jamie yells over the music as we bounce and jump along with the crowd.

I stop and narrow my eyes at her. “What!”

“You think I don’t know what you look like turned on!” She laughs. “Please, I bet if I waited another minute, I would have found you on your knees.”

“I need more alcohol if you’re talking like that!”

“Thea and ex-step-daddy sitting in a tree!” She mocks.

I roll my eyes but head to the bar. As soon as I get my drink, I know there’s no way I can get back to the girls. The crowd has swallowed them up. So I down my lemon drop shot and make myself at home on the dance floor.

A few guys try to pick me up, and I wave them away. My slutty little black dress that barely covers the essentials isn’t a promise that I’m putting out. Oh no. I’m fancy bait, eager to reel in a man. A specific man, not some fuck boy that’ll disappoint me in bed.

I glance around, hoping Barry will show up since he knows where I am and he certainly knows that Jamie wouldn’t pass up on this. But after ten minutes of walking around the edge of the dance floor, I haven’t seen anyone who even looks like Barry.

It’s disappointing, but I’m not going to let that determine whether I have fun or not tonight. So I head deeper into the dance floor and slowly start dancing by myself. I’ve never minded being on my own. I’m good at it. I don’t need to be with other people to have a good time. Then I feel a body close to me.

Looking behind me, I find a guy my age who’s grinning. “Just dancing, babe.”

“Just dancing,” I agree.

His hands guide my hips back. I grind on him, roll my body against his, and let the music pulse through me as desire sweeps through me. The man behind me definitely knows how to dance, but we’re just not in sync.

Then, another man approaches me from the front. I welcome him to join in.

“You here alone, baby?” the man in front of me asks. “It’s a damn shame. You deserve a whole lot more fun than dancing,” he says.

“Oh? Can you give it to me, or is that all talk?”

The man behind me turns my head to the side to kiss across my throat and grind on him more intensely. The man in front of me groans and kisses me. It’s not as good as Barry. This guy tastes like liquor and cheap desperation, but it’ll do for now. It’s not like I owe Barry anything.

When I come up for air and turn around, nearly riding one of the guy’s thighs, I see Barry watching me from the side, a glass pressed against his bottom lip as his eyes sharpen and focus on me.

I lean back and wrap my arms around whoever’s behind me. I roll my body, sure that my tit is ready to pop out. Barry’s lust and hunger is palpable. I feel it despite the space between us and it makes every touch I feel, every tease of more twice as intensely.

The guy in front of me touches my thighs as I continue moving. The one behind me kisses over my neck, but my eyes stay on Barry. I pant and let my lips part as I continue moving, rolling my hips, putting on a show for Barry. I want him to see what I’m capable of, to know how desired I am.

I keep dancing, enjoying myself, loving the fact that I’m being watched when I kiss the other guys, when I welcome them to touch me, never letting them have more than I want to give, never letting them move my clothes or touch anything but my exposed skin.

It drives them crazy, but considering Barry’s completely forgotten about his drink and is utterly focused on me, panting nearly as hard as I am, it’s all worth it. Barry knows that I’m focused on him, that I want him. These two guys are just softening the burn, the frustration, but they won’t satisfy the need burning away every trace of reason or logic.

I’m lost in his green eyes, the hunger swirling in his gaze, the way he licks his lips and grips his glass. It’s like he’s touching me instead.

When he sets his glass down and tips his head towards the door before walking there, I’m helpless to resist. I gently push between the guys and nearly run into Jamie.

“There you are!”

“I couldn’t get back to you. I need some air,” I pant.

“Well, I can go with you,” she offers.

I shake my head and kiss her cheek. “You stay and have fun. It’s your night to celebrate. I’ll be fine. Just need to breathe in some fresh air.”

“If you feel sick or something, just text me. We can always go get some food,” she says.

I nod, then hurry outside. There’s a little garden area between this club and the hotel. It’s nice, obviously a place for smokers and people who need a break but don’t want to leave the club.

Barry’s standing there, watching me with blatant desire, expectations built on our hot moment earlier. It ended too soon, and I’m not willing to let another moment slip away. I exhale slowly, then take a few steps closer.

Some people stumble around, laughing and teasing each other. One of the guys tosses a cigarette butt, and they head inside. I don’t move closer to Barry even as the noise of the club and the stragglers out here disappear.

I take a slow breath, overheating even in my little black dress. I run my fingers through my strawberry blonde curls, where they brush my cleavage. Barry’s eyes follow the move, but he doesn’t take a step forward. I nibble my bottom lip.

He made the move last time. He closed the space between us, took control of the moment, and rewarded me for all my patience. He told me to behave, but now all I want to do is climb up him and devour his mouth, grind against him, have everything he’s willing to give me. Getting a taste of Barry earlier only makes my desire twice as potent. It’s like a drug.

“Barry,” I say softly.

“You were having fun, weren’t you, naughty girl?” He growls.

His deep voice, the hunger in his eyes, fuck, I can’t take it. I don’t want to be the first one to step forward since I feel like I’ve done most of the flirting, but Barry did close the distance between us and gave me one hell of a make-out session earlier, so it’s my turn to prove I want him, too.

With one shaky breath, I step forward. I’ll do it because he’s worth it. I want him and I’m done denying myself. I’m aching for and desperate for him; apparently, one step is all it takes. Barry closes the space between us and kisses me hungrily. He devours my mouth while grabbing my ass with both hands so he can grind me against him.

I moan softly, then wrap my arms around his neck, panting into the kiss as I suck his tongue and devour him desperately. Barry groans and pulls his lips from mine. “You’re such a tease, Thea.”

“Maybe,” I rasp. “Maybe I just like having your attention.”

“An exhibitionist, a little slut, eager to tease me with little boys that can’t please you properly,” he snarls before kissing me again and pulling my thighs up until I wrap my legs around him.

He groans with me as I lock my legs around his back. I know he’s carrying me somewhere, but opening my eyes or pulling away from him just isn’t an option. I suck his tongue, grind against him, not caring if I’m exposed or if someone is watching. If anything, that just makes it hotter.

“Say it, Thea,” Barry growls.

“I’ll say whatever you want,” I moan.

“A desperate little slut. That’s what you are. Always eager for my attention. Is that why you used to flash your boyfriends in front of me?”

I moan. “Maybe.”

“Wanted me to prove I’m better? That I can do more for you than them or those two pitiful guys who couldn’t keep your attention in the club?” He growls before biting my throat.

“I know what I want. I know who I want,” I moan.

Barry pushes me up against a tree, and I pant as he looks at me. He shakes his head. “You wanted to goad me.”

I smirk. “And you liked the view.”

“Such a little brat,” he growls, then turns me around. He pulls off his belt, the jingling giving me a clue before he wraps it around my wrists, tightening it until I moan. Barry rubs his hard-on against my ass before spanking me. “I’ll show you what a real man does with a naughty girl like you.”

I moan as he jerks my dress up around my hips, revealing my thong. He spanks me again, then again, before spreading my feet with his. His hand swats my pussy next. I yelp, but bite my bottom lip and look back at him.

He shakes his head. “You’re such a dirty slut, enjoying your punishment. You’re soaked, Thea.”

“Because it’s you,” I whine.

“And you like being told how wicked you are, don’t you? Love that I see you’re kinky and don’t let you get away with it,” he growls in my ear before biting my neck. “Say it!”

“Yes!” I whine.

“As much as I liked watching you tease those fuck boys while watching me, having you writhing against me is better,” Barry growls, kissing across my neck, then over my back. Oh, my backless dress was such a good idea.

He rubs my pussy through my panties until I’m squirming, whimpering, trying to hide my moans and failing miserably. He bites my ass hard enough that I whine and squeeze my eyes shut, feeling them water as he spanks me again and again.

“Fuck!” I hiss.

“You’re so loud. We’re going to have to do something about that, aren’t we?” he says as he drags my panties down my legs. “Open your mouth, Thea. Prove you can be a good girl.”

I shudder but open my mouth obediently. I’m practically drooling. I’m so turned on, overwhelmed, and lost in Barry that I can’t imagine not obeying him. Barry groans in my ear.

“Such a naughty girl, so slutty, so horny. I bet you’d do anything I say, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan.

“You’re going to taste yourself as I enjoy you. And if you’re loud with your panties stuffed in your pretty mouth, then I’m going to have to choke you on my cock,” he snarls.

My nipples tighten and goosebumps spread over my skin. “That’s not a punishment.”

He chuckles in my ear, then swats my ass again. I moan and let my head fall back. I show Barry my opened lips, and he kisses me hungrily, sucking my bottom lip, kissing me deeper and hungrier while twisting the belt around my wrists until I moan.

My ex-step-dad draws back and shoves my panties into my mouth. He closes my jaw and kisses me again as I taste my own pussy on my panties. I whimper all the same and try to kiss Barry like I need.

He draws back, but stays close enough that I can feel his breath on my lips. “I bet you’d let me fuck you in front of anyone who comes out here, wouldn’t you, little slut? Especially those two boys who were going to fight over who gets to have you.”

I nod weakly. I don’t care what it makes me. The thought of someone seeing Barry buried inside me, fucking me hard and deep, makes my knees shake.

He spanks me again. “Absolutely not. You’re all mine.”

I try to speak around my panties, but Barry lays me down and pushes the cascading neckline of my dress to the sides, revealing my breasts. Barry takes his time kissing across my chest, biting, sucking, teasing me all before he gets to my nipples. His fingers press into my pussy, and he rubs my clit with fast, determined motions.

I feel and hear his moans as he sucks my nipple. I can hear how wet I am as he curls his fingers inside me, spreads them, and teases me in ways that have my toes curling and legs quivering. I squirm under him, writhing against him.

“So desperate to be fucked. How did I ever think you were innocent, Thea?” Barry moans. Just before I can come from his fingers, he jerks them away from me. I whine and buck, spreading my legs as wide as I can to try to tempt him. He chuckles. “Naughty sluts don’t get to come.”

“Please,” I say, even though my panties muffle it.

“Please keep edging you?” Barry ass playfully as he gropes the ground for something. “I’m more than happy to.”

Something wraps around my ankle, and I see a hose that’s stretched tightly. He knots the hose around my ankle, then spreads my other leg wide. I can’t move. I’m completely at his mercy, and I love it. I’m so wet that I’m sure there’s going to be a puddle under me, but I don’t care.

Barry pinches my nipple and keeps teasing me with his fingers, his mouth, plenty of him. He unbuttons his shirt after edging me for the third time. I’m nearly sobbing from the constant denial.

“You’re so pretty with your eyes all teary and needy,” Barry says while cupping my cheek in his hand. He undoes his pants, and my eyes flick down, wanting to see his cock. He lifts my chin, so I have to look at him. “My eager, naughty slut. I’m going to take good care of you tonight.”

I nod eagerly.

“Do you want me to fuck you? To show you how a man handles a brat like you?” he asks, rubbing the head of his cock between my pussy lips. I stretch my restrained leg to grind against him desperately.

I nod eagerly when he pushes down on my lower belly, holding me in place. I moan and nod again, mumbling uselessly against my soaked panties.

“See how it feels to be a good girl?” he asks, giving me an inch of his cock.

“Yes!” I wail, hoping he can hear me.

With a groan, he fills me entirely. He’s so much bigger than I thought. My eyes roll back by the time he’s fully buried in me. My whole body pulses with need and his cock... fuck. My pussy tightens around him and I squeeze harder, wanting to drive him as crazy as he’s driving me.

“Desperate little slut,” he growls before pulling out almost all the way. Barry wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing the sides of my throat until I feel high. He eases up on my throat, so I feel him fill me again. “It’s going to take more than once to satisfy you. I bet you’re greedier than you let on.”

I whimper, but then Barry unleashes his own desire. He pounds into me, holding me in place, right where he wants me, as my tits bounce, my thighs shake, and my eyes roll back. Barry swats my clit, then rubs intensely.

“Now you’re holding out on me?” he asks in a snarl before leaning down and kissing me, biting the bit of fabric poking from between my lips and tugging my panties from my mouth before spitting them out on my belly. “You’re going to come for me, Thea, and I’m not stopping until I come too. I don’t care who hears you.”

“Fuck me,” I sob.

He groans and fucks me intensely, deeply, nearly bottoming out against my cervix, but I don’t want to tell him to slow down or stop. He feels too good, feels so amazing, so perfect... I can’t think straight. I can’t do anything but feel him.

Barry’s a feral beast as he fucks me, biting my breasts, collaring my throat, slamming into me over and over again. I shudder and pant and try hard to stay quiet, but little mewls and whimpers keep leaving my lips.

“Yes, little slut. Come all over my cock. Soak me,” he snarls. “Show me exactly how badly you need me.”

I come, biting his shoulder to try and stay quiet. I can’t control myself. My pussy clenches his cock tightly as I come. Barry pulls out of me, flips me over onto my hands and knees, and grips his belt around my wrists as he fucks me hard and fast. My eyes roll back as my hair sticks to my sweat-slicked skin.

“Fuck!” I hiss.

“That’s right. This is fucking. It’s what you need, isn’t it? You need a whole lot more than a gentleman who doesn’t know how to please or handle you,” Barry snarls in my ear.

I nod weakly. I can barely figure out how long he fucks me for. I lose track of the orgasms that keep taking me higher and higher until less and less makes sense or matters. All I need is Barry, constantly whispering what a naughty, kinky little slut I am, how loud I’m being, how good I feel. He’s relentless, fucking me until I feel like I’m his and his alone, like he’s the only man who’s ever had me and ever will.

When he flips me over, straddles my breasts, then thrusts his cock between my breasts and into my mouth, I know what he wants. He nods. “Please me. Show me what a good slut you are.”

I slurp his dick as he pushes my breasts together around his shiny, thick cock. I blow him desperately, tears pricking my eyes, cooling my cheeks as I choke on him again and again. He groans, then grips my hair, fucking my throat so thoroughly, I only taste myself and his pre-cum.

“Fuck, swallow for me, Thea. Swallow every drop,” he orders.

I nod with his cock stuffed down my throat and then he comes, nearly drowning me with his cum. I draw back enough to swallow. It takes two or three swallows to clear my mouth, but I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock and give another soft suck before he draws back.

Barry pants as he stares at me, then smiles. “Damn, Thea. You’re better than any fantasy I’ve ever had.”

“So are you,” I whimper.

“No, don’t get up yet. Let me take care of you,” he purrs.

Barry unties my ankle and helps me back into my underwear, as if dirt were not clinging to my knees, thighs, elbows, and hands. He helps me up, dusts me off, and works on redressing me.

I keep brushing dirt off myself and Barry before I slowly button up his shirt. Barry cups my face in his hand. He kisses my forehead and the tip of my nose, then gives me a long, deep, toe-curling kiss.

“Your hair and makeup are a mess, sweetheart,” he says when he draws back.

I wipe my face, but there’s only so much I can do. Barry chuckles and kisses me again. “And yet, you’re still beautiful.”

I giggle and finish his top button. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He makes a pleased sound and rubs my side before fixing the neckline of my dress again. He sighs, hugs me, then whispers in my ear. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“And every other day I’m here, I’m sure.”

Barry nods. “Then we’ll see when I can visit.”

“Don’t tease me with a good time,” I taunt.

He chuckles but motions for me to go back inside. I give him one more kiss, then release him, heading back inside while trying to wipe my smile off my face. The concert is over, but I get a drink and then spot Jamie sitting in a booth with her white dress and veil. She waves to me, and I sit beside her.

She looks at me and smirks. “Your makeup is a mess, running mascara, hair with leaves in it...”

“I think you got more than air when you went outside, Thea,” one of the bridesmaids says.

“Oh my god, you got laid?” Jamie giggles.

“Was it from one of those guys you were dancing with?” Another bridesmaid presses.

They all eagerly ask me questions, but I tell them it’s a secret and it’s more important to talk about who Jamie’s going to be fucking for the rest of her life. Jamie giggles and brags about Caleb, which gets the other girls talking and drinking.

None of them need to know I was with my ex-step-daddy. It’s my secret, and I’m eager to hold on to it. It’s just for Barry and me to know, enjoy, and add to this weekend. Even if our fun doesn’t escape Vegas or this weekend, it’s a secret I’m happy to keep.

{1

Bred and Humiliated on the Subway by StepDaddy

BLURB: Penny has one wish: to be bred. It doesn't matter to her if this happens in public, in front of strangers, on a train. As long as her stepdaddy, Wesley, makes her wish come true, he can have her anyway and anywhere he wants. A short pseudoincest erotica story with breeding, mild-BDSM and exhibitionism.

He has a car. My stepdad has a beautiful Ferrari that’s his pride and joy. He loves to drive it anywhere, so when he suggests taking the train today, I’m immediately skeptical. It’s a Tuesday at 4pm, essentially rush hour. People are coming back from school, work and wherever else.

The train is crowded. There are no seats and we both have to stand. Picture this, a 21-year-old blonde girl in a Brazil crop top and a really short skirt with no panties underneath, a very attractive older man behind her, rocking forward every so often.

So yes, I’m impossibly wet already.

Still, for the sake of it, I turn slightly to whisper to him. "We're in public, daddy. We shouldn't-"

He leans down to whisper back in my ear. "Are you, by any chance, telling me what to do?" As if spurred by my words, he puts his hand under my skirt and finds how soaked I am. "Look at you, already dripping like the whore you are. Saying we're in public like the thought of me fucking you in front of everyone here doesn't set your nerves on fire."

My face heats up. "I-I…" I have nothing to say to that.

Satisfied, he stands properly and removes his hand from my pussy. He brings his fingers up to my face and I lick them clean without thinking.

"Good girl," I hear him say. He takes his hand back and doesn't touch me again. Which is simply unfair.

I debate what I’m supposed to do. Should I wait until he touches me again? Or should I be more proactive?

I rock back into him, unsure at first, but slowly building confidence. I do it enough times that he chuckles. "So needy and desperate, aren't you?"

Before I know it, he has moved me to face the train doors, pressing up behind me. My eyes widen at the thought of the doors opening at the next stop.

What am I going to do? So many people will see me like this, and I’m going to be so humiliated! How can he do this to me? He isn’t exactly subtle with his actions, but no one has said a word to us. The train is so busy, and there is plenty of noise as other people converse as it moves along the tracks.

I don't know, but I’m left reeling as I have to come to terms with what we are doing.

He’s stroking himself now, I can feel it. He pulls back a bit, and the wet heat of my soaked pussy practically begs to be fucked.

Am I really getting turned on by this? I feel like such a slut, and yet, I can't help myself. It’s just a good feeling… like he wants to mark me somehow.

I try shaking my head, wanting to clear those feelings away, but I can't. I can't stop thinking about what it means… I’m a little more than an outlet of lust for him, and yet I enjoy it.

Doesn’t that make me a slut? His slut? I don't want to admit it, but at the same time, that thought makes my arousal surge a bit within me. It’s like a constant tickle, telling me to do more with him.

It would seem that I’m not alone on that front. Evidently, he doesn't bring us out here and change positions just to stroke himself to completion.

Wesley wants more.

He pushes in against me, forcing me against the door and grabbing onto me. He’s fully lost in his lust for me, wanting nothing more than to take me right here and now. I know I should stop him. I know that I shouldn’t just let this continue. But at the same time, I want it. I want to feel him inside of me, to feel that aching need ease up a bit.

He grabs one of my legs, forcing it up as he shoves me against the door. A mother and her child sitting close to us notice the actions, and the mother's face pales as she covers her child's eyes and stands, moving to some other part of the train.

I can't find it in myself to care. I really want this. I want people to see me like this, to know what he is doing to me.

“Please, daddy, please… I need this, don’t hold back, okay? Make me yours, take me…” I plead, getting more and more desperate for this with each passing second.

I don't know if my words fell on deaf ears or not-if Wesley can even hear me with how far gone he is. It doesn't matter. I know he will do what I want.

He pushes in against me, the head of his cock grinding against my wet folds, and then reaches down, lifting my skirt to really display my ass.

I whimper, feeling exposed, but then his cock is pushing in against me at last. I moan as he takes me. His hips pump, and he uses his strength to push deep inside of me in one thrust. I whine, feeling the sudden heat of his body filling mine.

I’m tight, and my body has to stretch to fit him, leading me to shudder as he holds onto me. He reaches up, lifting my crop top to grab my breasts over my bra, squeezing both of them aggressively as he pounds into me.

“You’re so tight, Penny,” he groans, losing himself in this sensation.

My body is incredible, of course, and every time he’s gotten a glimpse of me, every time he’s been inside me, it's been like walking into heaven.

That realization hits him, making it feel all the sweeter as he loses himself in his desperate thrusts. He can't take this, but he isn’t going to let this just slip by, either. It doesn't matter how amazing my body feels, how good this got, he won’t tip over the edge easily.

Wesley grins, his teeth showing as he loses himself to me. I want to say so much, to call out for him, to plead him to do more, to say things to me that I definitely shouldn’t want to hear from him… and yet, I can't fight the temptation. It only grows as he pounds into me, pushing me deeper into this pleasure.

He doesn't pull out as he stops for a moment, effortlessly carrying me to sit in the recently vacated seat with me in his lap. I gasp at the angle of the new position.

When he begins to pull at my bra as well-tearing it off of me and casting it into the crowd before us-I can't hold back any longer. His large hands on my sensitive breasts, grabbing them and groping me, teasing them and rubbing over my nipples, driving me crazy… and that’s all I can take.

I don't want to hold back any longer, not when I know what I want.

What I need.

If I’m enjoying this so much, I know what that makes me.

So why try and hold back?

“Daddy… Daddy, please, call me a pervert… call me your whore!” I whine, my face flushing as I say such dirty words. “I’m a whore, a filthy little pervert who is letting you fuck her on the train!”

His grin grows. He squeezes at my breasts a bit harder, trying to gather his wits to actually say what I’m asking him to do as he pounds into me. He braces himself, thrusting in deep and leaning in to murmur right in my ear.

“You’re a disgusting pervert, aren’t you, baby girl?” he asks, and I whimper out for him.

“Yes! Yes, I am please, more!” I whine, and Wesley nips at my ear. He smacks each breast over and over again until red palm prints form on them.

“You’re just a little slut, you’ve been wanting this all along!” he says, and while I know that isn't true, it does make me wonder. Maybe I have been?

Maybe there’s some truth to that after all…

He shifts me, holding both my arms in one hand as he fucks into me. He pushes into me even harder, fucking me with every bit of strength he can muster. Hearing me moan out as he insults me like that, I know he won't be able to take much more of this.

Every time I glance back at him, he can see my bright, green eyes, my flushed face… I tense around him, knowing I must be getting close to my limit.

He should be near his, as well, but he’s not going to stop here. He’s going to keep this up for as long as he can. This feels far better than anything we've ever tried before, and Wesley isn't about to let a moment like this slip him by. He’s going to indulge and use me for all I've got, not letting up until he can’t take another second.

“You’re my little slut, aren’t you, Penny? I’ll make sure you stay satisfied,” Wesley says, getting more into this by the second. One of his hands unclench from my arms and he slaps me. The loud thwack is audible above the noise of the train going over the tracks.

“Yes! Please, daddy!” I growl, bracing my legs and bouncing harder on his lap. “I love this, I need it, I’m your little whore. Use me up for as long as you need to!” I whine out, letting myself sink deeper and deeper into this depravity. The more I let go, the better I feel about all of it.

Neither of us wants this to end just yet. I want to keep enjoying this perfect pleasure, the joy that he's found in my body. I have a feeling we are going to be trying public sex more often. Maybe I should have been more careful, and I definitely should have tried to resist this, but now I know there’s no going back.

He’s getting closer and closer, and he tries to ready himself to pull out of me.

“Daddy, please,” I moan out for him, as if reading his mind. “You’re close, right? Me too, but… but don’t pull out, okay? I want it inside of me.”

Wesley is even more turned on. He thrusts in deep, groaning.

“Seriously?” he asks, and I nod frantically, looking back over my shoulder at him.

“Please, please, do it inside. I want this, I need it,” I moan. “Breed this slutty little slut, please, you feel so good!”

Wesley can't take it. If that’s really what I want from him, he’s not about to fight it. "You feel so good," he murmurs. "I almost don't want to pull out from you at all."

He grips my hips even harder, reaching up and grabbing my hair with his other hand as he slams into me with all his might.

I moan, unable to say another word as he pushes me harder, faster, putting everything he has into it now. I can tell he isn’t holding back, and I hope that means he’s going to go all in, that he’s going to push this so far that he might even knock me up.

I don't know why I want him to breed me so badly so suddenly, but I won’t question my desires. I've already decided to just go along with them, that there’s no need to fight against what I want.

“Please, please, daddy, I’m your little come slut… won’t you please fill me up? I need it, I need it so bad,” I whine out, as I near my peak.

He thrusts in deep, grunting out as he slips over the edge. He came, his seed erupting deep within me. I cry out, not wanting this to end.

I love this, I love the way his seed feels inside of me.

“Ahh, yes, daddy! Please, you have to always come inside of me, or at least on me, please! From now on, I need it!”

I can tell he’s incredibly caught off guard but he tries to roll with it.

“Okay, okay,” Wesley groans, his eyes closing, his cock pumping his seed deep in me. I join him, crying out in sheer pleasure, the two of us lost in the heat of the moment. There are people filming us but I don’t give a shit.

I slump down on him, head resting on his shoulder, panting and still moaning, while Wesley holds me up.

Finally, the train dings, and the door will open any second now.

Wesley adjusts my top to cover me. "Get up, let's go. Don't clean anything."

A chill runs down my spine but I would be foolish not to comply.

{1

StepDaddy’s Sweet Slutty Cheerleader

BLURB: Sally is a sweet, slutty cheerleader who will do anything for her stepdaddy, Jacob. So when he tells her to keep her uniform on after a game and go home and wait for him in the position he likes, she's eager to obey. She will only cum when he tells her to and loves to stretch herself in any way to please him. Only Jacob's rules matter. A short pseudoincest erotica story with edging and BDSM.

As I stand in the bustling cheerleading squad's changing room, the urgency in one of the girls' voices breaks through the pre-performance excitement.

“Hey, Sally. Why are you still here?” she asks.

“I'm almost done!” I reply, my voice slightly strained as I wrestle with the stubborn left shoe.

Seconds later, with my shoe now on and everything else in place, I grab my pompoms and adjust my mic before making my way to the mirror.

I can't help but admire how the cheerleading uniform enhances my appearance. The red, mini-flared skirt fits me like a glove, accentuating my small, round hips, adding to my confidence. The matching white socks complement my fair skin tone, while the vibrant red shoes tie the whole lower ensemble together.

My white tank top, boldly displays “LEADER” on both sides, blonde hair, styled in a high, tight ponytail, drawing attention to my sharp, focused eyes. The shiny accessories in my hair add a touch of glamor, completing the look that makes me feel like a princess, ready to take on the world.

With a smile dancing on my lips, I inhale deeply, filling myself with confidence and excitement. Stepping out of the changing room, I find the other girls waiting in the designated area. Without hesitation, I assume my position at the front of the group, ready to lead us onto the field.

The sound of the whistle cuts through the air, signaling the start of our performance. We burst out of the waiting room, moving in sync as we make our way to the center of the field. The energy of the crowd fuels our enthusiasm as we launch into our routine.

Every jump, kick, and cheer is executed with precision and passion. As the routine nears its end, we strike our final pose, the cheers of the crowd washing over us. I look around at my teammates, a sense of pride and accomplishment swelling within me. Together, we've delivered a captivating performance that has the audience on their feet, cheering and applauding.

As we make our way to the corner of the field designated for us to wait, smiles of satisfaction adorn our faces.

As I look up at the football team jogging into the field, I catch sight of my stepdad, Jacob, who is the coach. Jacob has been my stepdad ever since I was 21. I clocked 24 earlier this year, so he's been in my life for three years.

When my mom introduced him, I didn't want to accept it. But things have changed since then... in more exciting ways.

Jacob's eyes meet mine and he flashes me a wink, making me lower my gaze shyly. Well, I didn't accept him as my stepdad until I had a taste of his huge cock.

Jacob's cock has a special way of satisfying my insides and filling me up completely. And his demeanor... when he orders me around and commands me while manhandling me, I feel like I'm in heaven.

I suddenly feel someone nudge me and I snap back to reality.

“Why are you smiling so much at the floor? Look at the crowd!” my assistant yells in a whisper. I nudge her back with a smile and face the crowd.

Soon, the match begins, and we take our seats. My stepdad was right opposite me, watching the boys playing while also stealing glances at me.

I can't help being shy. I want to look away, but the crowd is right behind him, and I can't ignore them, so my gaze always meets his.

As the boys from my college take the lead, a surge of excitement courses through the stands. We jump to our feet, our colorful pompoms waving in the air as we start chanting in unison. The energy is electric, palpable in the air as we cheer fervently for our team.

Of course our team wins. The field erupts, the crowd swarming around the players. I look around, taking it all in, before the cheerleading coach leads us in congratulating the team.

After shaking the boys’ hands, I get to Jacob, my stepdad, and extend a shy hand to him. He takes it and gives it a soft squeeze. He leans towards my ear as though he wants to say something important.

With a serious face, he says, “Leave your uniform on. Wait for me in the dungeon. You know my favorite position, don't you?”

I shudder as his warm breath caresses my skin while he whispers into my ear. His instructions alone turn me on. I swallow and move back after he lets go of my hand. Once the girls are done giving everyone a handshake, we head back to the changing room.

“Are you not gonna change your clothes, Sally?” Kimberly asks, taking her tank top off.

“No, I'm not. I'll change and get a bath at home,” I answer, grabbing my backpack and turning my phone on while walking out of the room.

I stand outside the school for a few minutes, waiting for the ride I ordered. Once the driver arrives, I enter the car and begin my journey home.

I get home about thirty minutes later to an empty house-as expected. My mom left for a work trip two days ago and will be gone for two weeks, so my stepdad and I have the house all to ourselves.

I drop my bag on the couch and take off my sneakers, leaving my socks on. I immediately head straight upstairs, take the key from a hole in the corner of my room's door, and walk down the hall towards our secret room. Mom isn't allowed in here, and only my stepdad and I have the key and code. I turn the lock then put in the code and push it open. It's my step-father's dungeon. It's where he does everything he wants with me.