Lessons With Stepdaddy

Disclaimers: This story has a purely erotic focus and is written for the sole purpose of fantasy and entertainment. All characters are fictional and over the age of 18. It contains incest (stepdaughter x stepfather), cheating, some reluctance, mentions of grooming, and highly descriptive sexual situations. Do proceed with caution if you are uncomfortable with any of these themes. Happy reading!

Abigail pushed open the front door as quietly as possible, wincing when the hinges let out a low creak as it swung inwards. Freezing temporarily in her tracks, she listened for any telltale sounds that might indicate anyone was awake. The silence was resounding and the house was perfectly dark, which told her that the coast was clear.

Perfect.

She wasn't supposed to be out - especially not this late at night. A glance at the wall clock which was barely illuminated by the dim street lights seeping through the living room window told her that it was well past 3 am, and definitely way past her bedtime.

The petite young lady breathed out a small sigh of relief as the door clicked softly shut behind her. Her parents would kill her if they found out that she had sneaked out of the house to attend a college party. Or rather, her mother and her stepfather, Henry. Abigail's biological parents had divorced a couple of years ago due to unreconcilable differences, and her mother had hastily remarried out of fear of remaining a widow.

While often strict and stoic in his rules, Henry was not an unreasonable man and never did things without proper justification. Not to mention, Abigail thought her mother had done surprisingly well for herself, marrying a man who looked even better with age than he probably did in his prime. She often caught herself staring for a moment longer than necessary at the gorgeous grey lock of hair that fell haphazardly over his angular brow bone, or his broad shoulders and arms that seemed as though they could lift her as easily as a sack of potatoes, or even the well-rounded shape of his ass. The man did not look a day over forty-two.

Abigail clutched her purse tightly to her chest and tiptoed delicately down the hallway with her heels in her hands to reduce any sounds of her movements. But then suddenly, the lights in the living room behind her clicked on and she froze, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

She whirled around quickly and jumped violently when she noticed the proximity of her stepfather. He was striding furiously towards her, his large silhouette all the more imposing against the light. The shadows masked his expression, but from the darkness in his gaze, Abigail knew that he was not at all happy.

"You are in so much trouble, young lady."

A shocked cry slipped through her lips when Henry reached out a muscular arm and grabbed her bicep roughly with one strong hand. Abigail instinctively tried to twist out of his grasp, but he was far too powerful and she couldn't do anything but stumble desperately after her stepfather as he towed her murderously towards the living room. His voice was clipped and his frame was rigid with anger, sending a wave of fear racketing through her body. Was she going to be punished?

"Henry, I'm sorry-"

Abigail opened her mouth to plead, but before she could finish her sentence, Henry shoved her backwards onto the couch which knocked the breath clean out of her.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Henry hissed, his face full of hard lines and danger.

Abigail's eyes widened and she subconsciously shrank back into the cushions as the man loomed over her. Never had she seen Henry this angry before, especially not with all his emotions directed at her like this. Her pulse fluttered like a moth in a cage, heating her bloodstream and sending flames creeping up her neck into her cheeks. An unwarranted thought struck her hard as she stared up at his enraged yet dangerously handsome face - as much as it terrified her, this... thrilled her?

"I'm sorry, I was just hanging out with some friends! I know I wasn't supposed to go-"

A scream caught in her throat as Henry punched a fist into the couch next to her and her hands automatically flew up in a flinch.

"Damn right you weren't supposed to go! Your mother is away working on a night shift and you instantly think you can get away with challenging MY authority instead? How many times has your mother warned you about those hormonal college boys and their overeager sex drives! Did you have fun whoring out your pussy to them?" Henry's brows narrowed harshly at her. His eyes roved over her body, taking in her low-cut vest top and her pleated mini skirt that was riding inappropriately high on her thighs.

Abigail wasn't sure if she was more shocked at the lewd words that spilled so easily out of Henry's mouth, or at how hot she found it hearing them from his lips. Her mind did not know how to formulate a response. Did her stepfather really think she was a slut?

She swallowed guiltily. To be fair, he wasn't that far from the truth. She got such a kick out of flirting with boys and flashing her pretty little knickers at them when she bent over in her tiny skirt, knowing that all of them wanted her but couldn't have her. Even if she didn't spread her legs for just any guy, she did feel a bit like a whore. A little slut who felt tingly all over when an attractive boy gave her attention.

Just like how she felt right now under her stepfather's inscrutable gaze.

"I promise, daddy, I didn't do anything-"

Her words died abruptly in her throat when she realised her mistake. She had never called Henry 'daddy' before, and she had no idea how the term of endearment had slipped out. Her mouth snapped shut as she watched the look on his face transform, his eyes narrowing imperceptibly and the line of his mouth becoming more tense. And was that a small twitch in his jaw?

"I mean, Henry... sorry," she whispered.

"So you've been out calling other boys 'daddy', haven't you?" Abigail's heart skipped a beat at the darkness in his gaze. His expression was hard, all traces of anger smoothed over and replaced with an eerie calm.

Through the dim living room light, Abigail studied the frame of Henry's body and the tension in his posture. And the subtle but undeniable tent in the front of his pants. Abigail's breath caught as she realised that she might be able to wiggle her way out of this situation if she played her cards right.

"No, I haven't, Henry, I swear to god! Please don't tell mum I was out tonight. I'll do anything you want."

She bit her lip and looked up at him through lowered lashes. It drove boys crazy when she stared at them like that, because they said it made her look all innocent yet seductive. She wondered if Henry might soften his heart and let it slide just this once. After all, she was a good girl at home most of the time. She wasn't going to make it a habit of sneaking out late at night.

Henry studied her face for several long moments, hating the obvious lack of fear in her posture. Where did she get the arrogance to have such fire in her eyes and such blatant impenitence in her words? Gods, how badly he wanted to teach her a proper lesson.

"Are you going to accept

daddy's

punishment, or should I tell mummy what you've been up to?" Henry mused, placing emphasis on that particular word that sounded so sexy coming from the girl's full lips.

"Yes. I mean it. I'll do anything." Abigail repeated firmly. She lifted her chin and stared straight into his eyes as though to challenge him. "Daddy."

A look that Abigail could only describe as

animalistic

crossed Henry's face, and it sent a deep shiver running down her spine as a sinister smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"All right. You asked for it."

Without warning, her stepfather yanked her to her feet and bent her over the arm of the couch in one swift motion. Pressing down on her lower back with one firm hand to prevent her from moving, he reached for the hem of her mini skirt with the other and pushed it up over her back, exposing the swell of her ass and her lacy white panties.

Abigail gasped loudly. She thought she would be able to handle any punishment he could give, but was she actually ready for this? The pounding in her ribcage sent waves of adrenaline firing through her veins, heightening her every sense. Her body was sparking and she could feel her stomach in her throat. But her lips stayed tightly sealed. She wasn't about to swallow her pride and admit that she had been foolish for goading him like that.

The first spank came sharp and quick, with a force that drove her upper body into the cushions of the sofa. Abigail cried out, but the sound was muffled since her face was pressed into the seat. The sound of the slap broke the silence of the night and ricocheted into the quiet darkness of the house.

"What are you supposed to say?" Henry demanded, rubbing a palm over her left butt cheek to soothe away the sting.

"One. Thank you, daddy."

"The fuck! You learn this from the college boys?"

"No daddy- ow!"

She started counting silently in her head instead, afraid to draw more ire from Henry. With each smack, Abigail felt her butt cheeks smarting and the sensation travelled all the way to the junction between her thighs, forcing her to stiffen her body and clench her legs together. At least keeping track of the numbers helped to distract her from the pain radiating from her backside.

Her stepfather alternated his slaps between each ass cheek, following each hit with a brisk groping massage that she wasn't sure subdued the ache or made her ass sorer. Abigail let out a muffled yelp every time his palm made contact and soon lost count somewhere around twenty.

"That's enough, Henry - please, I'm sorry!" Abigail begged when she finally couldn't take it any longer.

It was getting uncomfortable how the blood was rushing to her head because of the position she was in. Her ass was also stinging so hard it almost felt numb, which only heightened the dull throbbing sensation between her legs that was steadily beginning to make itself more pronounced.

Henry was not satisfied. The longer he looked at the beautiful young woman who was under his care in this submissive pose, the more he wondered how many boys had seen her like this before, and how many boys she had willingly invited into such situations. And fuck, was it the lights or was that actually a wet patch on her panties?

"What did you call me?" His tone was sharp.

Henry told himself that his bubbling irritation was fuelled purely by his protective instincts that had taken offense to the thought of horny college boys using her untainted body as a sexual dumpster, and absolutely nothing more than that. Like how hard his dick was in his pants, or how that feeling in his chest almost resembled jealousy.

"Henry-"

"When you're bent over like this in front of me and my hands are all over your ass, I'm no longer

Henry

to you. I'm going to teach you to call me by one name and one name only. And we'll see if you still find college boys attractive after this."

He had to show her. He had to educate her on exactly what her body deserves, and make her understand that only he could make her feel things that no other boy or man could. Henry wanted to worship her young and supple body all night long and make her his own. Only then would she learn that no college boyfriend or one night stand would ever be deserving of her attention.

A conflicting mix of emotions rolled through Abigail at Henry's words. Her body was not responding in the same way her mind was; on one hand, her brain was telling her that this situation was escalating to highly wanton and inappropriate waters, but on the other hand, her body was begging her to test the limits of what this gorgeous older man wanted to do with her.

She wanted it so damn

badly

.

She hadn't realised exactly how attracted she was to her mother's new husband until she was alone with him in this situation and all her emotions were jumbling into a boiling pot of mush that was turning her insides into liquid fire. And Henry was the only extinguisher that could put it out. Every cell in her body was screaming for her to jump this man and show her appreciation for everything he had done for their family by offering up her entire body for his taking, in whatever way that he wanted.

To hell with decorum. Abigail decided to go with the latter and follow her heart's desire instead of what her head was telling her. Her body was the one to get her into this trouble, after all - telling her to stay out late at night chasing college kids who were older than her - so it could be the one to get her out of this trouble too.

"Yes, daddy."

Abigail pushed herself off the couch and turned around to face Henry. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was perfectly mussed, the long wavy strands framing her face elegantly. Henry felt his pants tighten even more at the breathiness of her voice. Fuck, how pliable she was. She would make such an excellent student.

"What's our next lesson, daddy?" Abigail asked, fidgeting on the spot shyly and toying with the hem of her skirt. Her hair fell in her face as she tucked her chin down, then glanced demurely up at her stepfather.

There was a wicked gleam in Henry's eyes as he looked her up and down appreciatively. His voice was low and rough when he said, "Now I'm going to teach you to play a game called 'How Many Times Can She Come Before Her Mother Gets Home'."

Abigail's breath quickened and excitement flared deep in her stomach. Her expression seemed to tell Henry all that he needed to know. In a flash, Henry dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled her even closer to him by her hips. Her hands fell to his shoulders as he slowly slipped his hands up the sides of her knees, along her bare thighs, then reached underneath her skirt.

He pushed her skirt upwards until it bunched around her waist, leaving her legs completely exposed with her cute white panties in clear view. Abigail couldn't breathe. Hooking his fingers in the waistband, Henry wrested the fabric down her legs so violently that the flimsy material tore right off, making Abigail gasp in surprise.

She opened her mouth to protest, but was immediately silenced by a hard squeeze of his hand on her hip.

"Just as well. I don't need you flashing this tiny white thong at school boys anymore." Henry held the scraps of fabric to his nose and inhaled his stepdaughter's heady scent deeply while looking straight into her doe-like brown eyes. Fuck, she smelled so much like sex and arousal it was driving him insane.

Abigail's chest rose and fell in time with her stuttered breaths. She was completely exposed now and she was all too conscious of how close her stepdad's face was to her naked cunt. She had never felt more vulnerable in her life. She tried to use her hands to cover her pussy, but her stepfather quickly grabbed her wrists and guided her to lay back on the couch.

"I'm going to need you to keep your legs spread for me. Let me see all of you, little slut."

With Abigail leaning in the corner between the arm and back rest of the sofa, Henry hiked Abigail's left ankle over the back of the couch and instructed her to hook her right arm under her other knee, locking her thighs in that position to keep her completely spread apart.

"Like this, daddy?" Abigail cringed internally at how high her voice had gotten, undoubtedly due to the heart-racing mixture of nerves, fear, anticipation, and lust.

She hadn't realised she was practically dripping with desire until she looked down and caught sight of the gleam of wetness between her legs that ran partially down her thighs. And the way Henry was kneeling in between her thighs, staring down at her most intimate region with the hunger of a starved man, created a flare of heat deep in her loins that radiated throughout her entire body.

Abigail took the moment to appreciate her stepfather's looks yet again. Although his skin was rough and he had crow's feet along his eyes, the man clearly aged like fine wine. His jawline was chiselled and had a salt and pepper stubble that made Abigail wonder what it would feel like against her lips. His nose was structured and prominent, just like his high cheekbones. And his thick eyebrows perfectly framed his face, drawing attention to the smouldering intensity in those dark blue eyes.

A weird thought crossed Abigail's mind. Did her mother enjoy this view too with him between her legs?

"You're so beautiful, baby girl," Henry whispered, his mouth landing against the soft skin of her inner thigh and disrupting her train of thought. "So pure." He licked her thigh. "So innocent."

Abigail let out a breathy little sigh, shivering at the sensation of his light stubble scraping against her sensitive skin. Her core clenched tightly in anticipation of what was to come. How was this actually happening right now?

"Please..." she moaned softly.

Henry hooked his arms underneath her thighs and yanked her hips towards him, causing her to inhale in surprise as she slid down a couple of inches.

"What do you need, baby girl? Tell me." Henry continued to plant barely-there kisses trailing from the inside of her right knee up her inner thigh, then switched abruptly to do the same for her other leg when her hips tried to buck towards him.

"I... I need..." Abigail bit her lip before she could spill every single depraved thought that had ever crossed her mind in regards to Henry. She wondered what would happen if he knew about the number of times she had fantasised about being the one underneath her stepfather in his bed, instead of her mother. She had felt so guilty about having such thoughts, no wonder she desperately needed the distraction that meeting college boys had offered her.

"You can either tell me now or I can force it out of you, whore," Henry suddenly lifted his hand and slapped it directly onto her naked pussy, tearing a small scream from Abigail who flinched at the sharp burst of pain. Her clit was far too sensitive, which only made every sensation feel ten times more intense.

"Please don't do that, daddy. I want it to feel good," Abigail whimpered.

Henry looked up from the pink flesh between her legs and met her eyes, studying her upturned eyebrows and the shininess in her large eyes that clearly indicated she was fighting tears. He realised that maybe she wasn't familiar with this kind of pussy play, and the thought of being her first made him smugly satisfied.

"Don't worry, baby girl. I'll make it feel so good you'll be begging me to stop."

Henry could not control his urges any longer. He had to taste her sweetness and feel her velvety cunt against his tongue. He wanted to rip every single rational thought out of his stepdaughter's head, the same way she did to him every time she left the house wearing something too sexy or revealing. It frustrated him to no end knowing that this stunning woman lived under the same roof as him but was completely off-limits.

But now that he had her, he wanted to take his sweet time with her, teasing her so excruciatingly slowly that she would scream his name and beg him to give her the release she craved. He had to make sure that no one else could give her the same level of pleasure that he could, so that she would have no choice but to come back for more.

Lowering his head, Henry kissed the spot above her clit, burying his nose into her skin and breathing in her perfumed scent. He had no idea who she was clean shaven for, but oh boy was he going to take advantage of the fact that this made her private region more sensitive.

"Do you like this, Abigail?" Henry blew gently onto her clit, and the movement of air against her wet cunt made her shiver in delight.