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BDSM HARDCORE STEPDADDY

Erotica Bundle 2

T. A. BEAU

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

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Table of Contents

Brutal DP With StepDaddy and StepUncle4

Pinned to StepDaddy’s Office Door22

Whatever StepDaddy Desires36

Interrupted on TikTok Live by StepDaddy’s Tongue Then Gangbanged61

Sheriff StepDaddy’s Special Punishment76

StepDaddy's Brat In Leather101

Threesome Yacht Birthday Surprise for StepDaddy114

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Brutal DP With StepDaddy and StepUncle {/i}

BLURB: Harley thinks her step-uncle, Jody, should pay for the damage to her new phone. Jody thinks it's only fair that they play a little game to resolve the issue. And to sweeten the deal, he'll give her 5 grand and buy her a new phone. That seems like a no-brainer to Harley. Until her step-uncle bends her over the table and has his way with her. And to make it worse, or better, her stepfather, Brandon, finds them. Will her uptight stepfather join in or spoil the fun? A short pseudoincest erotica story with anal, DP, BDSM, asphyxiation and degrading kink.

I run into the house, my heavy black boots making loud clapping sounds on the sidewalk. I see a fancy car I don't recognize in the driveway, but I don't think much of it. My stepdad, Brandon, has a lot of high-value clients so I assume it is one of them.

I throw my coffin-shaped purse on the table next to the door and wander toward the kitchen, my face down as I stare at my phone. The house smells of oranges and bleach, a big contrast to my tiny apartment which is scented strongly of incense and pot.

“Hey, Harley. What ya doing, babe?” a deep voice rumbles, startling me. The phone jumps from my hands and slams to the granite floor, the screen cracking.

“Fuck! Jody, you owe me a new phone. I just got this,” I say, picking it up. I haven't even had a chance to buy a case for it yet and now it’s busted. I tap the screen, groaning when I see the colorful lines across the screen.

Argh!

Jody is leaning against the counter, his feet crossed at his ankles. He holds a coffee mug, his hands wrapped around it, sipping it. I roll my eyes and focus on where the ceramic meets his mouth.

“That’s your car I'm guessing. Has to be flashy to make up for your small dick, huh,” I say, smirking at him. He squints his icy blue eyes at me and sets the cup down.

“Don't you know how to use that mouth for something useful,” he says, licking his lips as he eyes my small body. I straighten my back, despite having quit ballet years before. The muscle memory is ingrained in me anytime someone looks at me the way Jody is; his appraising eyes move over my lithe body now covered in black fishnets and dark makeup instead of tight leotards and high buns.

“Oh, I know how to use this mouth. Just ask Steve....or was his name Tom? I can't remember. One was in the morning, and one was in the afternoon,” I say, smirking as Jody's expression drops from his face. I don't know why he cares who I fuck.

He isn't even blood related, only by marriage through my stepdad and his twin brother, Brandon. Jody got all the cool points whereas my stepdad is uptight-still sexy as fuck but kinda a stick in the mud.

“So you're not only clumsy but also a slut? Good to know,” Jody says, regaining the upper hand. I pick up, shove the busted phone into a pocket and hop up on the counter next to him.

“Takes one to know one, asshole,” I reply, picking up the mug he had left half full. I stare at him as I take a sip, letting it dribble back down my chin into the cup, accompanied by a big goober. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his muscular chest.

“Grow up, Harley,” he says, shaking his head.

“You do owe me a new phone. I broke it because you startled me,” I say, setting the mug down loudly.

I cross one fishnet-covered leg over the other, slightly leaning back. Jody’s eyes move up and down my legs.

“How about this? We play a little game. If you win, I will buy you a brand new phone. Even better than the one you just bought,” he says, knowing I could never afford the most up-to-date phone on a waitress's wage.

I hum to myself, pretending to ponder his request.

What could he actually ask me to do that would be so bad? Degrade myself? Humiliate myself? Nothing that I didn't do to myself on the daily anyway.

“Sure. Whatever, Jody. I'm sure you aren't going to do anything to me that I haven't done already,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“You sure? Game starts now, Harley. No going back until I say it's over,” Jody says, unbuttoning his sleeves and slowly rolling them up.

I watch him, the slow intentional motion sending a pulse to my clit. I scoff at him and hop down from the counter, walking away. The tight grip on my shoulder makes me wince as he spins me around.

My pussy floods with want immediately at the forcefulness as my eyes connect with his, right before his hand comes up and connects against my cheek. My eyes open wide as I stare at him, baring my teeth.

“You will listen, you ungrateful little slut. Or you will be punished,” he says, griping my chin, squeezing hard. I pull away, pushing my lips together.

“Oh, step-uncle Jody, you can't punish me. Because I enjoy it too much.” I smile, telling him the truth. This is my kind of scene, the pain and abuse. I still have bruises on my ass from a recent encounter with someone whose name I don’t quite remember.

“We'll see about that. Notice you didn't refute the slut part of that,” he chuckles, holding the back of my neck like I'm a small puppy.

I cringe and try to pull away, only to have him tighten his fingers. My body responds accordingly, pussy clenching and getting wetter.

I turn to face him and gather the moisture in my mouth, letting it fly from my lips to his cheek.

“Fuck you, Jody!” I growl, baring my teeth past the navy blue lipstick. I narrow my eyes, the mascara sticky and dark as I dare him to make another move. He pulls his hand away from my neck and wipes the spit from his face, smiling as he licks it from his palm.

“Harley, you're such a bad girl. And I fucking love it,” he says, his hands quickly moving to cup my breasts, the metal jewelry in my nipples twinging as he moves his fingers against them. I moan, closing my eyes, relishing the pain. He tugs at them through the material, making me follow him.

“What do you want from me? You just gonna show me what a badass you can be, Jody? Don't you know, I don't care about your showy car or your money,” I say, leaning back a little, hissing slightly at the added pain from moving.

“God,” he whispered, seeing what I’m doing. He drops his hands, not enjoying that he isn't in control. I whimper slightly, begging for more as he turns away from me.

“A brand new phone and five grand,” I say, pushing my lips out, wondering if I had asked for too much. This seems like something he really wants though so I was going to reach for the stars. He lets out a sharp laugh, staring out the window.

I quickly pull my black top off, the netting sliding over my thin arms, revealing the colorful tattoos and scenes across my arms and chest. I launch the material at the back of his head and put my hands on my thin hips, my small breasts bare except for the dangling silver jewelry.

He turns, ready to cuss at me until he sees me. He raises an eyebrow and nods.

“I have my first task for you. Go get the black bag from my car. Do not look inside it or there will be consequences,” he says, eyes moving over my body. My nipples get hard under his gaze as I try to reach for the shirt.

“Oh no, this is mine. Keys are at the front door. Go get the bag, slut, just like that,” he says, giving me a look like he knows he is pushing my buttons.

I swallow, roll my eyes, and march to the front door, the heavy sound of my boots sounding as I move with slight anger. I pause at the door, take a deep breath, and open it.

The warm sun hits my skin, warming my nude chest. I shake my head, looking around, wondering if any neighbors will see me. I’m happy it’s during the day so the likelihood of people seeing me is low. I near the car, humming softly to myself, enjoying the warm breeze against my body.

“Well, I never…” a voice calls out, making me turn my head, my dyed black ponytail swinging as I look at the neighbor.

She has a sour look on her face, hands covered in dirty garden gloves as she struggles to stand up from her kneeling position.

“No, Mrs. Jones. I doubt you ever have either,” I say, waving as I continue to the sports car. I click the key fob and open the door, seeing the black leather bag in the front seat. Had he planned to do this, or did he just carry this everywhere he went?

I eye it, wondering what’s inside it. I grip the thick black handle and lift it from the leather seat, surprised at how heavy it is.

With a soft groan, I let it fall. I look up, seeing the neighbor still scowling at me. I stick my tongue out and watch her huff away, her wide polyester ass waddling as she went.

I unsnap the bag and look inside, pawing through it. My eyes widen when I see different toys and restraints.

Is my step-uncle going to use these on me, I muse to myself. God, I hope so.

I smiled, licking my lips. I lift the bag, take it into the house, and return to the kitchen.

“Neighbor saw me. Hilarious. She probably hasn't been fucked since Bush was in office,” I say, laughing. Jody looks at the bag and back to me, my joke falling flat.

“Did you open it?” he asks, motioning toward the large dining room table that is now cleared of decorations and centerpieces.

“Why would I snoop in your stupid, ugly bag?” I say, dropping it on the floor. Jody smirks and looks at the table.

“Harley, I know you. Looking in it was a test and you failed,” he says, his hand moving across the surface of the table. “Now bend over and get ready for your punishment, little slut.” I cross my arms and pop my hip to the side, huffing loudly.

He had me. He was probably watching on the doorbell camera too. I lean over the table, the coolness pressing against me, my palms flat on the surface.

This is not the first time I have been in this position, my ass in the air.

I bite my lip as he pulls my skirt down, taking the fishnets and my black thong with it. I’ve never been ashamed of my nudity but knowing it’s my step-uncle doing it, sets off something new in me. The slight taboo of it is not lost on me.

The sting of his hand coming down on my bare ass makes me flinch. The warmth rises quickly under his hand, the heat coming on fast.

“Do you have anything to say?” Jody asks, rubbing the bony curve of my hip down to my ass and over to my wet pussy.

“Nope,” I reply, staring out the glass patio doors to the backyard. His hand comes down again, on the other cheek, thrusting me forward, the edge of the table pushing into my thin body. I groan, pushing up on my tip-toes a little with the force. I cry out softly but hold my ground, the tears not falling. I feel his body behind me, both hands on my hips.

“If you don't tell the truth, you'll be punished even more, Harley,” he says. The sounds of his slacks falling make me turn my head.

My mouth drops open at how hard and thick his cock is. I had seen some big cocks but nothing like that. The veins are throbbing, and the head is an angry, shiny purple already.

“Are you fucking kidding me? What do you plan to do with that monster cock, step-uncle Jody,” I whine, pouting at him.

He barely rubs it against my pussy lips before slamming into me, stretching my body as much as it will go. The sting of his size zaps along my spine as my body tries to accommodate him.

“I didn't think you could take me. You must get fucked a lot,” he says, grunting as he starts to move.

I cry out softly in pain. He goes even deeper, hitting the end of my wet tunnel.

“I bet you even get paid, don't you, Harley? Are you a whore? Does me buying you a phone make you my fucking whore and slut?” he asks, slapping my ass.

I growl, pushing back against him, moaning at the self inflicted pain.

“Maybe that's how you paid for all these ugly tattoos. Whoring around for money? Maybe I will brand you, right here,” he says, his fingers moving along a presumed empty spot on my body.

“What should I get? Maybe a realistic picture of my big, giant cock,” he laughs, emphasizing each word with a hard thrust. I try to imagine that, laughing to myself. His hand pushes my head to the table, my face being smashed on the wood.

“How are you for a little DP?” he says, leaning over, his cock never leaving my pussy as he picks up the nearby bag. I had had both holes filled but I’m not sure about the size of his cock or the dildo he plans to use.

“Give it your best shot, rich boy,” I say, feeling his cock throbbing at my smartass remark. The coldness of the lube as he covers my tight hole, smearing it around, shocks me for a second.

Without a word of warning, he slides the thick dildo deep into my ass.

“See, just as I thought. Not an ass virgin. Definitely a slut,” he remarks as he starts to move his own cock in rhythm with the fake cock, creating a wave of motion that starts to make my pussy tighten, griping his massive length as it moves within me. I’m completely full, stretched to capacity as I listen to him grunting.

“You are tight for a greedy little slut. I would expect you to be a lot looser from all the sex you've had. Such a trashy little whore,” he says, gathering my hair and pulling me back, my back arching sharply.

If I hadn't been a former dancer, this position would have hurt, but my body is limber enough to take it, and he knows it. He, however, does not know that I’m a stripper as well as a waitress and the pole is my favorite.

“What the fuck is going on?” a loud voice booms around us. Jody pulls away, laughing to try and diffuse the situation.

I remain on the table, the dildo sticking out of my ass. Brandon, my stepfather, walks in and drops his briefcase on the counter.

Jody laughs, holding his chest as he runs a hand through his sculpted dark hair.

“Jesus, you scared me. Thought you were your wife,” Jody says, staring at his brother, his cock still out and hard, bouncing slightly as he speaks. I stare at Brandon, wondering what’s going to happen. He’s the uptight twin, the one who’s an accountant because numbers excited him.

“Hey, Brandon, I can explain,” I start, moving to stand. He lifts a hand and shakes it quickly.

“No, Harley. Just...don't. I can't do this,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing loudly. Jody laughs and rushes over to his brother, slapping him on the shoulder.

“This is just like when we fucked Sarah. Remember how much she liked it? How she took both of us so easy? Well, Harley took me like nothing, just like her mother,” Jody whines.

I guess the apple doesn’t fall too far off the tree.

Jody tries reasoning with his brother to dissuade the obvious taboos of the situation. Brandon pulls away, baring his teeth at his brother, his mirror image.

I brace my chin on my hand, watching with interest. I’ve always thought Brandon was good looking in that quiet, Clark Kent kind of way. He had the potential to be hot but didn't cross that bridge. Suddenly, I assess him in a new light, knowing he has done something like this before.

“She's so flexible. You've seen how flexible she is, Brandon. And she's up for it. She's a slut whore who just wants a phone and money,” Jody says, turning toward me.

My stepdad loses the angry look on his face, his features relaxing as he looks at me. He runs a hand through his hair, losing the carefully coifed styling.

A look comes across his face that I’ve never seen before. The first bit of worry flashes through my mind as he moves closer. It’s one thing to be fucked by my step-uncle. I hadn't grown up with him in the same house like I had with Brandon. The lust and darkness in his eyes are something new, something that is driving me a little wild.

“She does have a mouth on her, doesn't she,” he replies, looking at Jody.

Jody nods, slapping his brother on the back as he returns to my bent body. His cock seems harder as if the idea of his brother fucking me excites him just as much as my body does.

I grunt as Jody slides back into my pussy, confirming that he is harder and bigger, my body slightly resisting him as he starts to thrust. I watch in disbelief as Brandon unbuckles his belt, stroking his cock through his black slacks. From the looks of things, they are identical in all ways.

“Turn her off the table,” he says quietly, his voice sounding more dangerous than I had ever heard it before. Jody laughs, using the fist of my hair to pull me back, holding me pinned on his cock, my body stretched in both holes.

My feet don't touch the ground as he holds me against his body, one arm around my tiny waist and the other around my throat.

I wrap my hands against his arm by my neck, feeling the pressure of his strength as he holds me.

I start to kick my feet a little, my toes barely make contact as I try to keep myself from being suffocated by my step-uncle while my stepfather watches.

His icy blue eyes move over my face, a sadistic smirk pulling at his lips. My brows furrow as I watch him.

“Let her down,” Brandon says, licking his lips. He pulls his cock out, rubbing the head that looks almost small in his hand compared to the rest of his cock.

Jody moans, annoyed at not making me pass out. His hands hold onto my hips and he pushes into me, his body pressing against the large dildo still in my ass. I moan, the pressure inside my lower body making me ache.

“Let's see how that mouth works,” Brandon says, working the buckle of the belt. I bounce back against Jody as my stepfather slips the looped belt around my throat, cinching it tight. I bare my teeth, growling as Brandon pulls my head back, staring me in the eyes.

“I remember when you were a cute little ballerina and now look at you. Just a trashy whore,” he says, a look of disgust across his face, his mouth screwed up like he has smelled something nasty.

I open my mouth to bite at him, my teeth snapping as I pull at the belt, my painted black nails scratching at my skin.

His voice sounds so cold, so distant. He had never been a bad stepfather, just uptight and a little snooty. His large hand grabs my jaw, squeezing it, forcing my mouth open. My wet, pink tongue comes out, the drool spilling from the corners of my mouth.

“That's right, get all wet for me. Just like a good girl does,” Brandon says, running his thumb over my lower lip.

I snap at him again and earn a sharp tug at the belt, making me cough as it tightens.

“Is there a safe word?” he asks, looking at me, jerking at me.

Jody laughs, slapping my ass so hard I yelp, leaning forward. “God, fuck, no,” Jody says, reaching around, his fingers sliding between my wet pussy lips. He rubs at my clit, sending shock waves through my body.

I get dizzy with the flood of feelings and sensations my body is being put through; the stretching in my ass and pussy, the throbbing in my clit, the tightness of the belt around my neck.

Jody runs the other hand down my back, pushing me forward, hinging at my waist. Brandon cups the back of my head and I know I am about to be completely filled. My body sings with excitement and a little fear. He rubs the slippery head of his cock against my lips, the taste of precum holding the slight taste of sweat and skin.

The muscles in my jaw start to pull with the familiar stretch, hitting my limit before my stepfather pushes me past that. My mouth stretches, my lips curling back as the head of his cock moves past my teeth.

I am tempted to bite him, to let my teeth graze the sensitive skin but a constant pull on the belt reminds me of my precarious position. I decide to be good and take his cock like I should.

“I know what you were thinking, Harley. I know you,” Brandon says, pushing the massive girth deeper into my throat. I gag, my body trying to deny him entry. Jody holds my body, feeling my stomach clenching.

“No, no you don't, little dancer,” he says, sliding me back away from Brandon's cock. I am grateful for the reprieve, but it is only momentary as he pushes his cock back into my wet mouth.

Tears start to form in my eyes from the sense of being used. They start thrusting, a give and take on my body that brings me higher and higher to oblivion.

“God, you're a fucking slut just like your mother,” Brandon says, pulling the belt to make me look up at him. I sniff as he fills my mouth, the lipstick smearing with each movement.

I don't want to think about my mom in this same position but now that's the only image torturing my brain. I blink hard, trying to erase the thought as Brandon laughs, a depraved joyless cough.

“Oh yeah, me and Jody double-teamed her too. Though, she didn't take us...nearly...as well... as you do,” he says, slamming into me as Jody follows suit. Jody laughs, pulling the dildo out and tossing it aside.

I feel empty before he pulls his cock out of my wet pussy and slides it into my stretched hole, making me glad that he had used the dildo on me. My eyes roll back as I moan, my pussy clenching at the nothingness my step-uncle has left.

I whimper, making my stepdad shiver, the vibrations running up his cock. The power I have thrills me as I keep at it, sucking and making mewing sounds, his hand holding the back of my head even tighter. I can smell the expensive cologne at his groin, the hair neatly trimmed.

“Hang on, Jo,” Brandon says, stopping his twin with a firm hand on his chest.

“Fuck, man, I was getting close to filling this little slut's ass though,” Jody whined, pulling out of me. Brandon steps back, giving me a weightless feeling as his grip loosens on the belt. My body relaxes a little, but I know they aren't done. My body is still twitching, needing that release as much as they do. Both their monster cocks were wet, both an angry reddish purple from the built up orgasms in their bodies.

“Stop being a little bitch, Jo,” Brandon says, sounding less and less like my uptight stepfather with each passing moment.

He pulls the belt until I stand upright, staring at him, his icy blue eyes a stark contrast against my dark brown ones. He hooks one finger into the dangling chain from my nipples and leads me to the table. I moan, growling softly at him.

“You're a fucking pig, Brandon. To fuck your own daughter,” I complain, watching a split second of hesitation cross his eyes before it disappears.

Jody starts kissing on the side of my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin before he bites me, ending it with a harsh whisper in my ear.

“Step,” he reminds me. He lets out a high pitched giggle as his hand goes over my mouth, my eyes growing wide as Brandon sits on the edge of the table. His cock stands up, rocking as he moves back from the edge.

“Have a seat, young lady,” Brandon says, turning me around to face Jody. He holds the belt out to his twin, smirking at him, knowing his brother had wanted to fill my ass or pussy so badly. I used to think that Jody was the more dominant twin, the louder outgoing one. I now realized that I was wrong, that Brandon was the iron fist and Jody was the velvet glove.

I move back, feeling my stepfather's cock teasing against my stretched, wet holes. His hand moves around my tight waist, the muscles toned from ballet and dancing on the pole. He guides my body to his cock, running a thumb along my ass and pussy before sliding his cock into me. I reach behind my body, his hand wrapping around my wrist, squeezing.

“I'm in control. Not you. You are just my plaything. Nothing more,” he says, letting go of my hand and pushing it away. His fingers make deep indents on my body as he buries himself to the hilt, his balls smacking against my ass.

I lean forward, my cheek pressed against Jody's hard chest.

The scent of sweat and sex surrounds us as Jody gathers my hair, pulling it. The strands rip from my scalp as the dark haired playboy forces his cock into my mouth.

I’m not ready and gag violently as he slams into me, pushing me back against Brandon. I relax my throat, finding the pattern, and settling into the rhythm as they begin to fuck me in earnest.

My pussy clenches, tightening around the massive cock inside me. Brandon groans, grunting as his hips rise from the table.

“Fuck, you are so tight. Such a tight little whore,” he says, slamming into my wet pussy. I already know my ribs and hips will be bruised from his grip-round, purple blotches against my pale, gothic skin.

I moan, imagining myself as a dead Victorian woman, mottled with death. The idea pushes me over the threshold, my clit sending waves of electricity throughout my pussy and down my thighs.

The rush of pussy juices gush from my body, covering my thighs as I cum. My toes get soaked, a small puddle forming as my body pushes the juices from me. The squishing sounds coming from my pussy make my eyes roll, as Jody fucks my mouth.

“Harley, Harley, fuck,” Brandon moans, his jerking coming harder and quicker. His nails bite into my skin as he cums, his cock throbbing inside me, filling my pussy with his warm load. Jody moans, seeing his brother cum, the twisted expression pushing him to tense up, adding his own load to my body.

I feel messy and sloppy. The cum fills my mouth, the saltiness making me retch slightly. The load is thick, coating my tongue.

The twins both grunt, pumping into me, pushing their cocks into their claimed holes, groaning as they empty their tight balls into me. The sound bounces around the kitchen, our bodies pushing against the table, the loud scraping against the floor as the table scoots a little.

Jody is the first to pull away, a messy string of cum connecting my mouth to his cock. I close my eyes, pushing the wad of cum out, feeling it drip down my chin slowly, covering my skin.

“So fucking hot, Harley,” my step-uncle says, running his thumb over my lower lip. I pucker my lips, enjoying the praise before he slaps my cheek several times quickly, with increasing strength. Brandon finishes and pushes me from his lap, making me stumble a little, and falling into Jody.

My legs are weak from cumming so hard that I drop to the floor, my feet slipping in my juices on the tiled floor.

I moan, all my holes sore. The muscles in my jaw hurt as I massage them, looking up at the twins. They are tucking their massive cocks back into their slacks, reassuming their roles of the fun step-uncle and uptight stepdad. I stay on the floor, maintaining my role of stripper slut.

“Good girl. Good girl,” Brandon says, tucking his shirt in and taking a step over me.

Jody buttons his slacks, lets out a laugh, and follows his twin to the coffee maker, going back to their lives as if they haven't just fucked me so hard I can't stand.

I giggle, wiping my chin off before I try to stand, my legs still a little weak. I let myself drop to the cool tile, my cheek pressing against the floor. I’m completely used.

And I fucking love it!

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Pinned to StepDaddy’s Office Door {/i}

BLURB: Molly works for her stepdaddy, James, at an investment firm. There's been a lot of teasing the past two years. All Molly wants to be is his little plaything. So when he finds her in the boardroom, he makes her dreams come true by bending her over the conference table and tongue-fucking her. Good girls wait, he says. But not for too long. A short pseudoincest erotica story at work with toys.

I didn’t always dream about the feeling of my step-father’s tongue on my pussy. I didn’t always fantasize about the feeling of his fingers curling inside me while I bent over a conference room table, trying to keep it together on a call long enough to close a deal. But since my step-father, James, showed interest in me on my twenty-sixth birthday, it’s all I can do not to daydream any time we’re alone in a room together.

On my birthday, James invited me to dinner at a fancy restaurant. He sent a woman to dress me, a stylist to do my hair, and a town car to pick me up. He treated me like a princess, but if he knew the feelings brewing in my belly when I so much as thought of him? James would see me in an entirely different light.

At dinner, we toasted with champagne. The wait staff mistook me for his wife, to which James laughed and said, ‘If only I were so lucky.’ At the end of the meal, champagne dizzy and full of chocolate-covered strawberries, James presented me with a long string of pearls. He draped it around my neck, lifting my dark hair and baring my throat to him. When he pressed his lips to the nape of my neck and hummed against my skin, I knew I was a goner. I was a goner as soon as he looked at me with the twinkle in his eye directed my way.

When James married my mother, everyone knew it wasn’t a love match. James had power, money, influence, and needed someone to produce an heir to his investment banker throne. Mother refused to give him a child, and he banished her to his swanky penthouse in the city, with a cushy allowance, full staff, and a long line of pilates instructors. James is not cruel, but he is cunning.

Mother has had a string of lovers, coming and going in and out of our penthouse every night, for a year and a half. He knows that their marriage is a sham, but if he catches her in the act with another man, he can divorce her and keep his fortune. He’s the smartest man I know, and secretly, I wish he’d catch her. I wish he’d catch her with one of her playthings and come running to me.

I’ve been harboring a crush on him since the day he hired me at his investment firm. James is tall, handsome, salt-and-pepper haired, with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. His suits are always crisply pressed, his shoes buffed to perfection. His black-rimmed glasses hang off his nose, giving him the look of a sexy, stern librarian. James is a major player in the world of investments, and to be in the room with him is nothing short of an honor.

Today, James catches me in the boardroom, poring over reports and charts before a meeting with a rival investment firm. James intends to purchase the firm by any means necessary, and scrutinizing their records for any sign of weakness is just one trick up his sleeve.

James knows I have a head for facts and figures and instructed me to look the presentation over one last time. I’m all too eager to agree. In the boardroom by myself, I can fantasize about my step-daddy all I want.

James is brutal in the boardroom, and I’ve always daydreamed about him bending me over this table, spreading my thighs, and pounding me so deep into the wood I leave imprints of my breasts across the top. I want so badly to be James’s office plaything, I can taste it.

“Molly, you seem distracted,” he says, walking into the room and gently closing the door behind him. Without turning, I hear the click of the silver lock and the drawing of the shades as he walks around the room. I feel my skin flush red as he approaches. He’s caught me in a daydream when I should be working, and my heart skips a beat thinking about how he could punish me.

“I’m sorry, James, I was just thinking about…”

“About?” He comes around the desk and stands beside me, arms crossed over his broad chest. He eyes me up and down, and I catch his gaze lingering over my breasts. Large and natural, they feel stifled behind my proper work attire. I’m sure they’d feel much better in his large palms, cool air puckering my nipples. I lose myself in the daydream for a moment, and then I feel James’s large hand on my hip.

“Tell me, Molly. What’s on your mind?” He rounds on me, caging me against the table between his arms. Pinned in place, I have nowhere to go and nothing to do besides stand in front of James and own up to my fantasies.

I swallow the lump in my throat and gaze up at him. “I was thinking about you.”

“Go on.”

“I was thinking about you sucking my tits while I bob on your dick and read you the reports.”

He doesn’t flinch. His eyes sparkle and he looks at me like he’s starving. His eyes travel up and down my body and he licks his lip seductively. “I have a better idea, Molly. Turn around.”

“Turn around?” I ask, heart pounding in my throat.

“Turn around. Lift your hips, do it just like I tell you.” He stands back and takes my hand, twirling me around to face the open window. The city skyline stretches out in front of us, and as I turn, he presses his hand into my lower back, pushing me down onto the table.

“Part your thighs.”

“Yes, sir,” I squeak. James pushes against me, his trapped cock rubbing against my ass, and I feel as though every last one of my dirty dreams is going to come true. James leans over me, pressing deep against me until I can feel the throbbing of his dick through the fabric of my skirt. I wiggle my hips, and he wraps his hands around my waist, holding me firmly in place. When I moan, he pets my hair and murmurs praise against my shoulder.

“Someone’s eager. Patience, baby. Good girls wait.”

He grabs the report and pushes it in front of me. “You’re going to read this aloud while I play with your pussy, princess. You’re going to tell me everything you’ve learned about Rogers Investments, and when I’m satisfied that you know all you need to know, I’m going to make you come.”

He leans back, tugs the zipper of my skirt down, and drops the fabric to the floor. He helps me step out of the thin slip of fabric, parts my legs, and slides his hand along the cleft of my pussy lips. He kneels behind me, bites my ass cheek and growls, “Read.”

I start at the beginning of the report, and James pushes my thong to the side. I continue down the page, and he licks my slit, sliding his tongue between my folds. He laps up every drop of my desire as I read our findings on Rogers Investments, licking, slurping, and sucking my flesh between his teeth. I yelp when he nips at my pussy lips and he pulls away.

“Quiet, Molly. Don’t let anyone hear you. Read the reports and tell me whether I should purchase Rogers today. If you do exactly as I say, I’ll give you a reward for being a good girl.”

I pant hard as he slides his tongue over my dripping entrance and pushes inside. He flicks against my cunt and I moan, “Yes, sir.”

“No, don’t ‘yes sir’ me. I want you to say two little words.”

“What are they?” I pant as he slides one long, calloused finger along my folds. He twirls it at my entrance and leans in close.

“I want you to say, ‘Yes, Daddy’.” James presses his finger inside me, pumping the curled digit slowly. My eyes roll back in my head and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Every dream I’ve ever had of James is coming true and I lose myself in the sensation. Fingers, lips, teeth, tongue. Every inch of my skin feels like it’s on fire and I stop reading all together.

He pulls back, finger sliding out, and strokes my tingling clit. “Are you going to keep reading, Molly, or should I stop?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, the foreign words dripping from my lips like honey from a comb.

“Good girl. Go on.”

I continue describing the report, reading facts and figures in between stifled moans and strangled gasps of pleasure. James fingers my pussy methodically, sucking on the skin of my thighs. When he slips a third finger inside my dripping slit, stars explode across my field of vision. I’m on the brink of coming down his wrist and I’m only halfway through the twenty page report. If he keeps this up, I’ll come by page twelve.

“Tell me, princess. Should I let you come now, or make you wait until later? Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan into the table. I bury my face in the mahogany, trying to keep from crying out as James fucks me with his tongue. He laps up every drop of my welling desire until I’m a quaking mess, begging for release.

“Tell me, Molly. Should I buy Rogers Investments? Give me your honest opinion, and I’ll let you come down my arm. I want to shake Finn Rogers’ hands with the scent of my step-daughter’s twat on my fingers.” He pulls his fingers out one at a time. “Don’t make me ask again.”

James slaps my ass and I jump as the warm sting spreads across my cheeks. “Yes, Daddy! You should buy-aye-aye…” I stumble over my words as he slips another finger inside me. He works my cunt and I can hear the pleasure in his voice as he stretches and fills me with his thick digits.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” The room absorbs the sound of my pleasure as he pumps his fingers inside me and presses against the taut nub inside my walls. Fireworks explode inside my brain and my stomach tightens like a vise as an orgasm rolls through me.

When I come down, James stands beside me, rolling his sleeves to the elbow. He helps me rise to my full height on shaky legs and pulls me into his arms.

“We have twenty minutes until our meeting, princess. I’m going to give you a gift, and I want you to wear it throughout the whole thing.”

“Another necklace?”

James chuckles and shakes his head. “No, not jewelry. Lingerie of sorts. Give me your thong, you won’t be needing it today. Put it in my jacket, and then reach into my pants pocket. There’s something I want you to have.”

I follow his instructions, picking up my wet thong and tucking it into his breast pocket. I look down at his body, finding his cock tenting the front of his trousers like a spike. I reach one hand down to stroke his length, and James slides out of my reach.

“What did I tell you, Molly? Good girls wait.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out another lacy thong. It hangs heavily on his finger and then I see why. The inside front of the panties is a butterfly shaped vibrator, with the antennae designed to slide along either side of my clit, while a long tongue-like object is meant to sit inside me. I’ve looked at this dozens of times online, always hesitating to purchase it.

“How did you-”

“You left your laptop open. You think I don’t notice everything my pretty little step-daughter does? You think I don’t see the way you look at me? Oh, princess, I’ve been watching you for two years. Your mother may be a frigid bitch, but you, princess? You’re nice and warm for Daddy.” He slides his hand down my belly to my bare pussy and swirls his middle finger over the sensitive bundle of nerves. I whimper against his shoulder and he dangles the panties in front of me.

“Put them on, get dressed, and meet me in conference room B. I’m going to go greet Finn, and you’re going to wear those for me. Count to ten, knock on the door, then come in.”

“Yes, sir.”

He clucks his tongue. “Uh-uh. What did I tell you to say?”

I cast my eyes down and utter the words he wants to hear. “Yes, Daddy.”

James tucks his fingers under my chin, lifting my gaze. He kisses my forehead and murmurs against my skin, “Good girl. Now, hurry up. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

James presses a kiss to my forehead, pulls his finger off my throbbing clit, and exits the room, leaving me to dress and clean up.

I dress in a hurry, pulling on the butterfly panties and positioning them inside me. I look for the remote, searching the table. When I don’t find it, the realization slaps me in the face. James has the remote. He’s going to control me. He’s going to control my orgasm, and he’s going to do it in front of our largest rival.

I fix my hair, apply lipstick, and compose myself before walking the long hall that leads to conference room B. I follow James’s instructions to the letter, counting to ten, taking a deep breath, and then knocking. James’s booming voice tells me to come in. I catch my breath, step through the door, and prepare myself for utter ruin.

“Finn, this is my newest analyst, Molly Castle-Nolan. She’ll be joining us for the presentation.”

Finn Rogers looks me up and down, scoffs, and then turns his attention back to James. They chat, but there’s no amiability in their words. This is business, and they will take great pleasure in posturing and posing as the bigger dick in the locker room.

James bids me to sit across from him, looks me deep in the eye, and winks. I take my seat, cross my legs, and reach into my bag for a legal pad. James sits, flicks on the projector screen with one hand and turns on my panties with the other. Tucked into his pocket, he controls the remote, starting me slow and steady. The panties are whisper quiet, but they send shockwaves through my already spent cunt.

They begin their meeting, arguing over this figure and that amount of stock, and I take dedicated notes. I cross-reference them with our reports and as I lose myself in the numbers, the vibrator picks up speed incrementally. My eyes roll back in my head and I let out a small squeak.

“Bless you, Molly,” James offers, a smirk tugging up the corner of his full lips. He turns his attention back to Finn. He leaves the vibrator at his chosen speed and taps the remote on the table. Finn doesn’t notice at all.

I squeeze my thighs together and chew on the end of my ballpoint, trying to keep from moaning aloud. James notices as I squirm and backs off, turning the vibrator down a notch to allow me to catch my breath. Finn is so lost in his pompous monologue about his company and how they’re the preeminent investment firm in Montgomery City. I catch James rolling his eyes and gritting his jaw, and I step in to break up the monotony.

“Mr. Rogers, would you say your company needs some fresh blood to revitalize the institution? We’ve looked over your personnel files and you lack diversity. It’s time to invest in your employees. We can provide-”

“Keep your girl in line, James. She shouldn’t speak on what she doesn’t know.” Finn stares me down with disdain in his eyes. My blood boils and as I open my mouth to say something, James turns up the vibrator. I quickly close my mouth and turn back in my seat to face him.

“My ‘girl’ is allowed to voice her opinions, Finn. Molly is right. You’re stagnating. Your employees are leaving in droves and many of your top analysts have come to me for a job. I may as well buy your company and give them all a sense of job security.”

At that, Finn loses his mind and it becomes a shouting match in the small conference room. James subtly turns the vibrator on to full strength and my clit twitches while my cunt tightens. The vibrations invade every fiber of my being, sending shockwaves through my veins. I tip my head back, eyes closed, and fight to keep from coming aloud. If James doesn’t let up soon, I will explode and everyone will know what a filthy little slut James keeps in his firm.

The screaming dies down and the handshakes come out. They agree on favorable terms, sign a preliminary contract to be looked over by the lawyers, and Finn Rogers leaves with a little of his pride intact. James leaves the vibrator on as he walks Finn to the elevators, leaving me writhing in delicious agony as I await his return.

When he doesn’t return, I panic. My core is tight, my pulse racing, throat dry from strangling screams of pleasure. A voice comes on the intercom, distracting me from my distress, and then a warm feeling spreads throughout my core.

“Miss Castle-Nolan, Mr. Reynolds will take you in his office now.”

I rise from the chair on shaky legs and take hesitant steps toward the door. The vibrator shifts with each step, drawing torturous pleasure from deep within as I move. Slowly, I cross the hallway, knock on James’s office door, and it swings open before the sound even echoes off the wall.

James pulls me inside and hikes up my skirt, not bothering to shut the door as he yanks me through the threshold. He presses me to the wall, cranks up the vibrator and kisses me hard. Our lips meet and I moan softly into his mouth. He slams the door shut, lifts me under my arms, and presses me to the door. He peels out of his suit coat and dress shirt, unbuckles his belt and shoves his pants to his ankles.