I still remember the first time I saw my stepfather Billy. I had just turned 18 and was finishing up my senior year of high school. My mom had brought him home from a bar on a Friday night while I was watching TV on the couch.
"Claudia?" Her voice filled the house as they stepped in the front door.
"I'm in the living room, mom!" She walked down the hall to greet me with a handsome, muscular man following behind.
"Hi, Claudia. This is Billy." The man stepped quickly across the room to shake my hand. As soon as we touched, I knew that I had to have him.
Laying in bed that night, I could hear him roughly drilling my mother in the next room. I didn't feel the usual resentment or anger that I usually did when my mom brought guys home, and I hoped that Billy would be more permanent. Also, I really wanted him inside of me.
My first wish was granted a few months later, when my mom excitedly called me at college to inform me that they would be marrying in October, barely a month away. As excited as I was, I suddenly realized how much time I was spending fantasizing about a man that would soon be my step-father.
Oh well. It wasn't my fault he was sexy as hell, and everything would be okay as long as nobody found out. The wedding was a small affair, and as I watched the two of them walk down the aisle I finally got the full gravity of what I was desperately longing for: I was going to fuck my step-father. And I was going to love it.
I went back to college later in October, and spent most of my time devising a plan. I had to find a way to get to Daddy without my mom around, and seduce him into jamming his cock inside me, holding me down and pinning my arms to the bed...
Yikes. Without realizing it, one of my hands had crept downward and started rubbing my clit through the yoga pants I was wearing. Not that I had any inhibitions about pleasuring myself, but a quick glance around reminded me that I was in Economics 101.
But I was in the back of the class with no one around, and it felt so naughty that I had to keep going. I propped a book up on the desk to pretend I was taking notes and pressed my hand to my stomach, sliding it gently inside my panties.
I snaked my fingers through my shortly trimmed hair and pressed one to my clit, gently pulling it upward and toward me. As it strained, I began to work my finger in a light circle around the edge, massaging myself and fantasizing about what my Daddy was going to do to me.
I slid down in my seat, rubbing myself with one hand while making note-taking motions with the pen in the other. What was he going to do to me? Grab me by the pigtails and fuck my ass? Push me down to my knees and make me suck his cock? Spank me like a bad girl?
I moved a finger into my pussy, knowing that I was indeed a bad girl and hoping Daddy would punish me accordingly. I pushed two fingers deep inside myself, quickly glancing around to confirm that no one was watching. When I knew I was safe, I sped up the pace and fucked myself until I felt an orgasm oncoming.
For the last time, I looked around and committed to the act. Plunging my other hand down into my panties, I fingered myself roughly while I rolled my other hand gently around my clit. Pushing my legs against the seat in front of me, I felt the first wave of pleasure begin to ravage my pussy.
I shuddered as it spread, tensing and relaxing my body. I bit down hard on my lip, doing my best not to cry out from the pleasure. My fingers moved on their own, thrusting in and out as I reveled in the climax.
Eventually, I felt myself beginning to come down, and settled back into my seat, much more relaxed. As I returned to taking notes, I slowly realized that everyone, including the professor, was staring at me. He cleared his throat and broke the silence. "See me after class, Miss Brown." Oh no. Surely he hadn't seen?
The remaining 20 minutes of class flew by, and I found myself awkwardly picking up my books and walking down to the front to speak with the professor. "Ah, yes. Miss Brown." The rest of the students had left, and it was just the two of us. "Would you mind telling me what exactly was so important that you felt the urge to distract the other students with it?" So he hadn't seen me masturbating. Counts for something, I guess.
"I'm sorry, professor. I just heard about a party and wanted to tell my classmates. I'll be more quiet and respectful in the future." He looked at me, then jerked his head to the side.
"My office, now." He walked away quickly, and I felt like I had no choice but to follow.
He sat down behind a large mahogany desk, gesturing to a less-comfortable-looking chair on the other side. I nervously sat, trying to figure out what was going to happen. He pushed the phone on his desk over to my side, and gestured dramatically at it.
"I'd like to speak with your parents." Oh no. How was I supposed to seduce Daddy if he felt I wasn't even mature enough to not get thrown out of class? Maybe that's the trick, though...
I took the phone and dialed Billy's number. "Hello?"
"Daddy? It's Claudia."
"What can I do for you, sweetheart?"
"I got in trouble today at school. I was a bad, bad girl." Oh my God. Just talking like this was turning me on so badly. I could only hope that it was working as well on him.
"Well, I think you know what happens to bad girls." I could almost hear his arousal through the phone. "Call me back tonight. Late. Like, 2 am late." I heard my mother's voice in the background as he hung up with a sharp click.
"Okay, I'll behave in class. Love you." I spoke to the dead phone line for the professor's benefit. I hung up, smiling at him. "I'll do better in class. Sorry." I was walking on air as I left, excited to talk to Daddy tonight.
The hours flew by as I walked back to my dorm. I had always dreamed about being taken by an older man, but this was more than I had hoped for. I was too nervous to eat dinner or study, and managed to fill most of the time simply sitting on my bed, wondering what Daddy was going to say to me when we talked.
I had my own dorm room, so it was easy enough to not be disturbed as I picked up the phone at 1:59 am. It was Friday, so I wasn't worried about staying up late. As soon as the numbers flashed over to 2 am, I dialed Daddy's number in a flash. He picked up on the first ring.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Daddy."
"Claudia. I heard you were a bad girl today."
"Yes, Daddy." I was so turned on I felt like I was going to explode.
"Where are you right now, bad girl?"
"I'm at my dorm, Daddy. Nobody else is in the room."