I was shocked. I felt a jolt of electricity run from the base of my spine to my crotch. I couldn't believe he just called my name. I assumed... maybe my ear was deceiving me. Maybe he’d said something else that just sounded like my name in my state of excitement.
"Yes! Fuck! Your perfect ass... your big firm breasts... your nipples! Fuck! I love you so much, Lisa!" Fuck! He called my name again. It was clear as day. "I wish I could fuck you right now! Ohhh!"
I couldn't believe my stepdad was having dirty thoughts about me, using my name while he pleased himself to a forbidden video. I watched him slipped his hand in his drawer and brought out a picture. I looked; it was a picture of me in my sexy bikini. Fuck! He also has my hot picture! What is going on?
He had been my best friend since I was small. He got married to my mom when I was ten, stepping into a role that my biological father had abandoned. My dad left us for another woman, and he became the best father to me. He would prepare me for school, drive me with his car, and tell me that I'm the most beautiful girl in the world. He was the one who was there for every graduation, every heartbreak, and every success.
He never jokes about my birthday. He will always surprise me with special gifts like jewelry, clothes, and things he knew I’d love. When I had my first period and my mom was away on a business trip, he was the one who went to the store. He bought pads for me, taught me how to wear them without making me feel embarrassed, and told me that I'm becoming a big girl now.
Soon, I started developing breasts, and my ass began to get bigger. I turned into a hot girl, growing into my features during my late teens. I became the most beautiful girl in college, or so everyone said. Every girl wanted to be my friend, and guys would turn their heads whenever they saw me walking across the quad.
I love showing off my body, especially to my stepdad. I don't know why, but I feel happy whenever he stares at me. I would deliberately wear a short skirt and a shirt without a bra when I was home, lounging on the sofa just so I would get his attention. It gives me a twisted sense of joy when he stares, especially at my breasts. I had caught him several times, staring at my cleavage as if he’d hidden something precious inside there and was trying to find it. I knew he was looking, and I loved it.
Now, seeing him in his office, stroking his dick while calling my name, sent chills down my spine. I felt my pantie getting wet. I was dripping. I know I shouldn't be feeling that way. I should feel irritated or disgusted, but instead, I was craving him. I couldn't just control it. The sight of him wanting me that much was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
"Ohhhh! My princess, Lisa! Be a good girl and open your mouth for daddy. Daddy is about to cum and he wants you to swallow it!"
The words sent jolts of pleasure through me, making my knees go weak.
He started moaning loudly, his whole body tensing up, and he even leaned his head back against the chair. Finally, he let out a deep, guttural grunt and shot his hot cum on the picture, right on my face.
As forbidden and dirty as it was, I wished it was actually my real face. I imagined myself kneeling between his legs, looking up at him as he finished. I would open my mouth and let him cum into my mouth, swallowing every drop of his seed.
I saw his hand slowing until he stopped stroking, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. I realized I needed to move before he turned around.
I quietly sneaked back, my heart hammering in my ears, and made my way up to my room. I shut the door and leaned against it, trembling. I was filled with shock by what I saw with my eyes. I lay down on the bed, still in my clothes, and started staring at the ceiling, thinking about all I saw. The image of his huge dick was burned into my mind.
I tried to rationalize that most people had all kinds of naughty kinks that normally end up in fantasy, just like me. I've masturbated several times thinking about his hot body, but I've always told myself it was just a "crush" and that I wouldn't get to fuck him for real because of our relationship.
I was trying to convince myself that it didn't mean a deeper thing to him just like me, but I cannot ignore the fact that he was calling my name. He actually called my name, telling me to take his cum in my mouth.
I desperately wanted to fall asleep and forget about all the things I saw, to wake up tomorrow and act like the innocent daughter again. But even more desperately, I wanted to rub my fingers on my pussy and cum while imagining his huge dick filling me up.