VIRTUAL – Bad Student Fucked Hard by Stepfather
Title: Virtual Delinquency: A Naughty Encounter with My Stepdad
I, a mischievous and rebellious 18-year-old, have always had a penchant for pushing boundaries and getting into trouble. Growing up fatherless, I found solace in the destructive, often exhilarating pleasures of drugs, booze, and promiscuous sex. But my real thrill was toying with authority, especially the strict, imposing figure of my stepdad, John. He was too rigid, too proper – a perfect candidate to corrupt.
This evening started like any other – I slunk home late from partying, reeking of pot and liquor, barely able to stand straight. John was waiting in the living room, fuming. His reprimand started lowly but escalated to shouting when I barely acknowledged it through my drunken haze. He demanded I sober up and re-straighten my priorities immediately. I feigned remorse, tilting my head down, blonde tresses framing my face in obedience. All the while, I reveled in his exasperated frustration, knowing I could break his composure with a flick of my wrist. How I loved to be his bad student.
As John raved about consequences and future, I couldn’t help but smirk internally, planning my next move. Seductively, I looked up at him through my lashes. “You’re right, Daddy. I’ve been sooo bad…” Rising unsteadily to my feet, I let my tank top ride up, exposing a sliver of skin over my low-rise shorts.
“I can’t keep doing this to you,” I simpered, playing on his pity. Slowly, I sauntered closer, hips swaying. His gaze followed despite himself. “Maybe you should ground me…severe discipline, huh? Maybe – withhold allowance…and coming privileges?” The last part dropped as a needy whimper.
“J-Jamie…” John began, but his voice cracked. The bulge in his slacks grew more prominent. I’d gotten under his skin, as I always did.
“I’ve disgraced this family,” I breathed as I closed the gap. Cupping the hard lump in John’s pants, I pushed my lips close to his ear. “Strip me, Daddy. Bend me over. Fuck some sense into me…” My voice was molten honey, dripping with debauchery.
Shamelessly, I shoved my tit out, brushing it against his chest. With a bold hand, I grabbed his hair, pulling his mouth to mine. John resisted for a split-second before I slanted my lips hard against his, my tongue darting out to taste him. I softly bit his bottom lip, tearing a groan from his chest.
“Fuck, Jamie…” John’s hands grabbed at my ass greedily, lifting me up. My legs wrapped around him as he carried me to my bedroom. He laid me down, rearranging my tank top and bra-clad breasts for better access. His mouth latched onto a peaked nipple, sucking with keen vigilance.
It wasn’t long until John shed his remaining patience and violently ripped off my clothes and undergarments, tossing aside the scraps. “Stay still,” he ordered hoarsely, “This will teach you.” Settling between my spread knees, he massaged my wet slit, finger circling in just the right spots. Then, in one swift action, his thick cock speared into my tight walls. I gratefully tightened around it, encouraging his invasion.
John nearly lost control, pistoning obscenely, skin slapping against skin. He filled me so fully, hitting depths I didn’t even know I had. I clenched harder, urging him to fuck me into submission.
And then, I saw stars. John grabbed my hair, arching my back. His pelvis ground deliciously against my clit, rubbing sweet friction. “Fuck…” I screamed, coming undone, thighs shaking.
“Shit, baby…uhnh!” Seconds later, I felt John’s cock pulse, shooting thick ropes of come deep inside. He grunted with each wave, ensuring every drop was claimed by my Hungry cunt.
Afterwards, we basked in the aftermath – sweat cooling, hearts pounding as one. And despite the steam and the chaos, despite everything that was wrong, it felt so damn right. The pain, the pleasure, it all blended into sublime euphoria. This was my idea of addiction. This was my happiness. And I knew I would crave it every day until the end of time.
“That’s my good girl,” John whispered, kissing my forehead with affection and accomplishment. In this moment, he wasn’t angry anymore – only claimed.
And I, I stayed his bad student, his naughty pet. Satisfied, satiated – for now.
