A jolt of electricity shooting from the base of my spine straight to my core. I couldn't believe he had just moaned my name. I tried to brush it off—maybe my ears were playing tricks on me. Maybe he’d mumbled something else that just sounded like my name over the rush of blood pounding in my ears.
"Yes! Fuck! Your perfect ass... your big, firm tits... your hard nipples! Fuck! I want you so bad, Lisa!"
Holy shit. He said it again. Clear as day.
"I wish I could fuck you right now! Ohhh!"
I couldn't wrap my head around it. My stepdad was having dirty thoughts about me, panting my name while he jerked off to a hardcore video. As I watched, he slid his free hand into his desk drawer and pulled out a photo. I squinted through the crack in the door. It was a picture of me in my favorite string bikini. Fuck! He was jerking off to a picture of me? My mind was spinning.
He had been my best friend since I was a little girl. He married my mom when I was ten, stepping up to the plate after my biological dad walked out on us for another woman. He became the ultimate father figure. He used to pack my lunches, drive me to school, and constantly remind me that I was the most beautiful girl in the world. He was the one cheering the loudest at every graduation, comforting me through every heartbreak, and celebrating every success.
He always made a huge deal out of my birthday, showering me with surprise gifts—jewelry, clothes, everything he knew I’d obsess over. When I got my first period and my mom was out of town on a business trip, he was the one who made the late-night pharmacy run. He bought me pads, awkwardly but sweetly explained how to use them without making me feel gross, and hugged me, telling me I was growing up.
Before long, my body started changing. My breasts filled out, and my curves blossomed. By my late teens, I had totally grown into my features and turned into a knockout. People constantly told me I was the hottest girl on campus. Girls wanted to be my best friend, and guys practically broke their necks checking me out whenever I walked across the quad.
I loved showing off my body, especially to my stepdad. I didn't know why, but getting his attention gave me a rush. Whenever I was home, I’d purposely lounge around the living room in short skirts and tight, braless tank tops just to catch his eye. It gave me a twisted thrill whenever I caught him staring, especially at my chest. I’d noticed him stealing glances at my cleavage more than a few times—looking at me like I was a forbidden treat he was dying to taste. I knew he was looking, and honestly? I ate it up.
But now, seeing him in his office, fiercely stroking his massive cock while groaning my name... it sent shivers down my spine. My panties were completely soaked. I knew I shouldn't be feeling this way. I should be creeped out or disgusted, but instead, my whole body was aching for him. I couldn't help it. The sight of him wanting me this desperately was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed.
"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!"
Those dirty words sent jolts of raw pleasure shooting through my core, making my knees buckle.
He let out a loud, ragged moan. His entire body locked up, his head falling back heavily against the leather chair. Finally, with a deep, guttural roar, his cock jerked, shooting thick ropes of hot cum all over the photograph—landing right on my face.
As sick and forbidden as it was, a dark part of me wished it was my actual face. I pictured myself on my knees between his spread thighs, looking up at him with wide eyes as he edged over the brink. I imagined opening my mouth wide, letting him pump his hot load down my throat, and eagerly swallowing every last drop of his seed.
His hand gradually slowed until he stopped stroking altogether, his broad chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. Panic spiked through my haze of lust. I needed to get out of there before he turned around and caught me.
Heart hammering against my ribs, I crept back through the dark hallway and practically sprinted up the stairs to my bedroom. I shut the door without making a sound and leaned back against the wood, my entire body trembling. My mind was reeling. I flopped onto my bed, fully clothed, and stared blankly at the ceiling. The image of his huge, throbbing cock was permanently burned into my brain.
I desperately tried to rationalize it. Everyone had naughty kinks that never left the realm of fantasy, right? I was no saint either. I had rubbed one out more times than I could count while thinking about his gorgeous body. But I had always justified it as a harmless, twisted crush. I knew I could never actually fuck him because of our relationship.
I tried to convince myself that this didn't mean anything deep to him, just like my little fantasies didn't mean anything to me. But I couldn't ignore the glaring truth: he had been screaming my name. He had explicitly told me to take his cum in my mouth.
Half of me just wanted to pass out, erase everything I had just seen, and wake up tomorrow playing the role of his innocent little stepdaughter. But the other, much louder half of me desperately wanted to slide my fingers against my aching clit, rubbing myself to a mind-blowing orgasm while imagining his massive dick filling me to the brim.