M/F ~ Dirty Daddy ~ Forbidden ~ Age Gap ~ Thanksgiving

I Want to Stuff my Stepdaughter Full of My Cock for Thanksgiving

I know I shouldn’t want to fuck her because I’m her stepdad and probably twice her age, but she’s so hot that I can’t help it.

When I got back home from having Thanksgiving dinner at my wife’s sister’s house, my new wife wasn’t there.

After insisting I come along to meet her older sister and daughter, she had found some stupid reason to get upset over nothing and so she’d left her sister’s house and had gone off drinking with some random guys she’d called up.

I was obviously already regretting our whirlwind marriage. Except that that had been how I’d met Amelia, just tonight, for dinner on the eve of Thanksgiving. Amelia had inherited my wife’s beauty but none of her awful personality.

She was so sweet, and so damn curvy — I couldn’t help but want to make her mine. And from the way she’d been flirting with me at dinner, I felt like the feeling was mutual.

But she wasn’t home, either. At least she’d had the courtesy to leave a note, though. It was on a post-it note on the back of the door.

Mom- Went to Sheila’s for her Friendsgiving Dinner. Don’t wait up. -A.

Despite her instructions, I decided to sit down on the couch and wait for her. I had been needing to think about how good she’d looked in her pretty little maroon dress at Thanksgiving dinner, anyway.

Relief brought a deep sigh to my lips as I pulled down my pants, unleashing my cock to the open air.

Deep breathing myself back into a state of relative calm, I took the matter in hand, literally, as I began stroking my cock along its stiff, throbbing shaft, rubbing my fingers over the head at the top of each stroke.

Cupping my balls with my free hand, I started to stroke a little harder, putting a bit of a turn on each tug as I thought about all the things I wanted to do to Amelia.

I knew I shouldn’t even be thinking about this because she was my stepdaughter, and I was probably twice her age. Still, she was of age, and she was so cute that it was impossible not to be tempted to think of her.

Pleasure washed over me as it rarely had before. Amelia had hit me harder than any girl I’d ever encountered.

My eyes got heavy, as though I was being hypnotized. Then they started closing, somewhat against my will, venturing off wherever my mind liked, taking my consciousness along for the ride. It was a short trip that took me to Amelia, of course.

I imagined taking off her dress so that I could see her naked body. In my fantasy, her eyes were on the floor and she wasn’t daring to look at me without permission.

My fantasy continued. I took her by both her shoulders and with gentle encouragement, I turned her away from me and bent her over at the waist.

Once her hands were on the nearest table, I caressed her plump ass. Her most tender parts were on full display for me, awaiting what I might decide to do. She was mine, all mine, and she knew it.

With a hard squeeze on her ass, then both my hands on her warm, soft ass cheeks, I pressed my face into her sweet, pink pussy, devouring her like a starving man, bringing her to the trembling edge of orgasm.

I loved sucking on her clit and so in my fantasy I grinned up at her, happy to see that she clearly loved what I was doing, too.

She said, “Oh, Daddy, please take me,” and so I slipped first one and then two fingers inside her.

I let them sink all the way into her tight little pussy hole, up to the third knuckle. Amelia wiggled a little, but she didn’t move away.

Working her insides, I punctuated my strokes with a stiff, controlled spanking of her pert young ass. A burning red handprint was rising on her lily-white flesh. I gave her another as she started to cum. I was marking her as my own so that I could have her whenever I wanted her.

Fully three of my fingers were stuffed deep in her sweet little cunt, like I was the stuffing and she was the turkey. Her tender lips gently squeezed me as I worked inside her.

In my fantasy, Amelia exploded with an orgasm, moaning out my name as she did so. Her body was shaking like a minor tremor that went rocking though the room.

Leaving her where she was, which was open and ready for me, I went around to the front of her, offering her my cock. I kept jerking off as I imagined her opening her mouth like a good girl and taking me in deep — far deeper than I would have thought she would have been able to do on her first try, but it was my fantasy, after all.

Sucking me strong and slow, she nursed me to a state of pure ecstasy in my mind. My huge load was on the brink of filling her throat. Two more pumps and that was it. My thick, hot cum soon flooded into her mouth. My sweet little stepdaughter was doing her level best to swallow it all down.

Holding her head firmly in one hand, I returned to her pussy, which was still warmed up and ready to accept my cock. Turning her in the right direction, I held her with her ass up and her head down. As I stroked, I thought I might even tie her up and fasten her wrists so she couldn’t escape.

Assuming the position of pure dominance behind her prone and vulnerable form, I stroked the head of my cock against her warm, wet pussy lips. With both hands on her hips, I slipped in inch by inch, making her feel all of it.

She moaned as I went in further, and I said, “Fuck yeah. Good girl. Take it. Take all of it inside you.”

Enveloped in her warmth up to half hilt, in my mind, I took her hips and started to move in and out of her, pumping her pussy with my big, hard cock until she moaned my name all over again as I finally let her cum again and again.

Then I fucked her harder, until howls of pleasure were ripping through her as she trembled.

“Oh, yes, Daddy!” she called out in my fantasy. “That feels so good. Don’t stop, Daddy. I love how you fuck me!”

My cock was pounding inside her and then I was shooting my cum into her tight little pussy, making her mine forever, until she collapsed, shaking and holding my seed deep inside her.

In real life, I came, wanting to make my fantasy come true.

Amelia may have been young, and she may have been my stepdaughter. But I was determined to fuck her now that I had seen her naked, curvy body.

Her perky nipples had been standing up high on her big breasts as if begging me to take her. I bet her pussy was dripping for me. And I was going to find out, one way or another, even if it was a very risky idea.

I was normally a cautious, reserved man, but when it came to Amelia, everything was different. She was worth the risk.

I wanted all of her, all the time, already, and I hadn’t even had one little taste of her in real life…

…Yet, I thought to myself, as I drifted off to sleep.

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