Masked Stepsister Diana Grace Takes Off Everything And Fucks Me During Lockdown

Title: Lockdown Liaisons: The Steamy Encounter with My Masked Stepsister Diana Grace

The quarantine had left us all pent up and desperate for human connection. I was no exception. Cooped up in my room, I found myself daydreaming about my gorgeous stepsister, Diana Grace. With her captivating curves, fuck-me pumps, and come-hither eyes, she was the ultimate temptation.

One fateful evening, while I was surfing the web for some much-needed relief, a notification popped up on my screen. It was a private message from an unknown user, but the profile picture caught my eye. There, shamelessly displayed, was a photo of Diana in a tiny thong, proudly flaunting her round ass. My mouth went dry.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I eagerly opened the message. “Hey stranger, miss me?” it read, along with a sly winking emoji. As if on cue, the video call icon began flashing, and without a second thought, I clicked on it.

Suddenly, there she was, my hot as hell stepsister, filling up my screen with her stunning beauty. She had her hair up in a messy bun, wisps escaping around her face. Her chest rose and fell with each excited breath, and she subtly bit her bottom lip. “I’ve been so bored,” Diana purred, running her fingertips along her clavicle. “And lonely. I miss having some… company.”

Before I could formulate a response, she reached off-screen and retrieved a plain black face mask. With sensual grace, she stretched it over her head, concealing her perfect face behind the silky midnight fabric. “I’m just going to pretend you’re not wearing any PPE, okay babe?” she giggled, playfully tapping her nose.

No argument from me, I was way too turned on to care about social distancing protocol.

Diana took the video to full-screen mode and slowly shrugged off her tiny silk robe, letting it slide off her shoulders and pool around her waist. Those luscious tits bounced free, nipples already perky and straining against the flimsy material. “Do you like what you see?” she moaned, cupping and squeezing the pillowy flesh.

I nodded dumbly, my hand already moving to palm the growing bulge in my gym shorts. Diana slipped her thumbs inside the robe elastic and wiggled it down over her voluptuous hips, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor. She stood before me in all her glory – a black lace thong the only barrier between me and paradise.

Fuck, I wanted nothing more than to rip that tiny scrap of fabric off and bury my face between her thighs. But I knew I had to play along with her little teaser for now.

Diana slid a finger under her thong strap and slowly dragged it down her leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake. She shimmied the fabric over her hips and down her thighs, revealing her bare pussy, already glistening with excitement. Kicking the thong aside, she planted one foot on the edge of the bed and brazenly spread her lips apart with two fingers, showing off her tight pink hole to the camera.

“Ooh, I’m so wet,” she cooed, already working her clit in slow circles. “I’ve been thinking about you all day…”

I fumbled to wriggle out of my shorts, letting my painfully hard cock spring free. I couldn’t help myself – I began lazily stroking it to music, pulling my foreskin up and down. A bead of precum oozed from the tip.

“That’s right, stroke that big cock,” Diana encouraged breathlessly, slipping two fingers into her dripping cunt. Her other hand crept up to pinch and tug at her nipples, sending shockwaves through her body each time. “Mmm fuck, I want that hard dick inside me so bad…”

Unable to hold back any longer, I peeled off my shirt and shorts completely, getting comfortable for the main event. My cock bobbed with every movement, flecks of precum staining my laptop.

Diana parted her pussy lips even more and depressed her chin against her chest for a lower angle. “Put it in your mouth,” she ordered, eyes dark with lust. “I want to see you suck my sweet pussy juices off like a good boy.”

Reflexively, I did as she commanded, bringing my fingers to my mouth to slurp off the mixture of saliva and pussy goo she’d left behind. The flavor exploded across my taste buds – tangy and sweet, smooth yet a little rough, the essence of my goddess stepsister.

“Ahhh yes, just like that,” Diana praised, bearing down on her digits and milking her cunt, faculty dripping down her inner thighs. Her free hand crept lower, teasing at her barely-there entrance before pulling her juices back up to her clit, massaging that swollen nub with feverish intensity.

I resumed my stroking at a more vigorous pace now, the wet sounds of slapping skin echoing through my room. My balls drew up tight, slapping against my ass, signaling my rapidly impending orgasm.

Diana sensed my impending eruption. She dropped to the edge of the bed, legs parted obscenely, and speared her fingers faster than ever. “Go on, cum on my face,” she commanded, bracing herself for my salty load. “Mark me like your property, stud.”

With a strangled cry, I exploded, painting the inside of my laptop screen with spurt after spurt of thick cum. I collapsed back, sweaty and spent, catching my breath as the last vestiges of my release dribbled out.

But I knew this was just the beginning. Somehow, someway, I would take Diana up on her offer. I would grab her, throw her down, rip off that teasing thong, and pound her into submission. I’d make her addicted to my cock, her pussy shaped to fit me perfectly.

After all, in quarantine, even the most taboo fantasies are now acceptable. And masked blowjobs are just the beginning…