Aria Banks – Dirty Talkin Stepdaughters 9 – My Stepdaddy Trained Me Well 5

Title: “My Stepdaddy’s Filthy Mouth”

Chelsea slunk into the dimly lit bar, her primer-white miniskirt using up her tanned thighs with every sway of her hips. It was a spot she prevented just like the plague, a seedy dive frequented by criminals and crooks. But tonight was completely different. Tonight, she wanted data, and she or he knew precisely who to ask.

Spotting her mark on the finish of the bar, Chelsea sashayed over, her heels clicking on the sticky flooring. “Hey there, sugar,” she purred, perching herself on the stool beside him. “Buy a girl a drink?”

The man, a gruff-looking fellow with tattoos snaking up his neck, eyed her up and down earlier than flashing her a lecherous grin. “Depends,” he rasped, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts straining towards her tight tank prime. “What’s a sweet little thing like you doin’ in a place like this?”

Chelsea suppressed a shudder of disgust and compelled a flirty smile. “Looking for answers,” she stated, tracing a finger alongside the rim of her empty shot glass. “And I think you’re just the man to give ’em to me.”

The bartender slid a whiskey in entrance of her, and Chelsea downed it in a single fiery gulp. “See, I’m lookin’ for someone,” she stated, her phrases slurring only a bit. “A guy they call ‘G-Man’. Heard he’s good at finding folks who don’t wanna be found.”

The man chuckled darkly. “G-Man’s a bad dude,” he warned. “Doesn’t come cheap, either.”

Chelsea leaned in nearer, her breath scorching towards his ear. “Money’s no object,” she whispered. “Just tell me where I can find him.”

The man hesitated, eying the beneficiant swell of her cleavage. Then, he leaned in, his meaty hand touchdown on her knee. “I might could help ya out,” he stated, his grip tightening. “But you’re gonna have to earn it, baby girl.”

Chelsea’s abdomen twisted with revulsion, however she saved her smile plastered on. “I’m sure we can work somethin’ out,” she stated, letting her hand path alongside his thigh.

The man grinned, revealing a gold tooth. “Meet me round back in five minutes, sweetheart. Let’s see what that pretty mouth of yours can do.”

Chelsea slid off the stool, her legs shaking as she wove by way of the crowded bar. She took a deep breath earlier than stepping out into the dimly lit alley, her coronary heart pounding in her throat.

“Well, well, well,” a voice rasped from the shadows. “What do we have here?”

Chelsea whirled round to see a tall, imposing determine emerge from the darkness. He had a scar working down his cheek and a merciless glint in his eye.

The man from the bar stepped out behind her, a leer on his face. “Told ya I’d help ya out, sugar,” he stated, reaching for her.

Chelsea stumbled again, her eyes vast with worry. “I-I changed my mind!” she stammered. “I don’t need any help!”

The scarred man tsked, shaking his head. “Too late for that, missy,” he stated, advancing on her. “You started somethin’ you can’t finish.”

Chelsea’s again hit the brick wall, and she or he let loose a puff as chilly steel pressed towards her backbone. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come back.

But it by no means did.

“Back off, G-Man,” a voice growled from the shadows. “The lady ain’t interested.”

Chelsea’s eyes flew open to see a tall, muscular determine step into the sunshine. Her stepfather, Jack, stood there, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He had his traditional scowl on his face, however there was a harmful glint in his eye.

“We’ve got business to handle,” G-Man snarled, drunk on his personal bravado.

Jack took a step ahead, his voice low and menacing. “And I said,” he stated, pointing a veiny finger on the man, “the lady ain’t interested. Back off, or I’ll make you wish you had.”

For a second, the 2 males stood frozen, their gazes locked in a battle of wills. Then, G-Man took a step again, his beady eyes narrowing.

“You’re making a mistake, Jack,” he stated, backing away. “We’ll be seeing each other again real soon.”

With that, he turned on his heel and stalked off, leaving Chelsea alone along with her stepfather. She let loose a shaky breath, her knees almost buckling with reduction.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. “You saved me.”

Jack’s scowl deepened, and he took a step nearer to her. “What the hell were you thinkin’, Chelsea?” he growled. “Comin’ to a place like this, alone? You’re lucky I was around to bail ya outta trouble.”

Chelsea’s eyes widened, and she or he took a step again, her butt hitting the brick wall. “I-I had to find G-Man,” she stammered. “He’s the only one who can help me find my mom.”

Jack’s expression softened, and he reached out to cup her cheek. “Baby girl,” he stated, his voice light. “You gotta let that go. Your mom made her choices, and now she’s gotta live with ’em. You can’t keep puttin’ yourself in danger like this.”

Chelsea’s lip trembled, and she or he leaned into his contact, her eyes closing. “I know,” she stated, her voice breaking. “But I don’t know what else to do. I’m scared, Jack. I’m so scared.”

Jack’s thumb brushed her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “I know, baby girl,” he stated, his voice barely above a whisper. “But you can’t keep runnin’ headfirst into trouble like this. You’re stronger than that.”

Chelsea nodded, her eyes fluttering open. She gazed up at her stepfather, her coronary heart swelling with gratitude. “Thank you,” she stated once more, her voice mushy. “For saving me. For being here for me.”

Jack’s eyes softened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing towards her brow within the briefest of kisses. “Always, baby girl,” he murmured. “I’ll always be here for you.”

Chelsea’s breath hitched, and she or he tilted her head up, her lips simply inches from his. “Jack,” she whispered, her voice heavy with want. “I need you. Please.”

Jack hesitation was barely noticeable, after which his lips had been on hers, scorching and insistent. Chelsea moaned, her arms fisting in his shirt as she pulled him nearer, deeper into the kiss.

Jack’s arms roamed her curves, tracing the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist. He grew arduous, his arousal urgent towards her hip.

“Baby girl,” he growled, his lips trailing down her neck. “You’re playing with fire.”

Chelsea shivered, tilting her head again to grant him higher entry. “I want to be burned,” she gasped, grinding her hips towards his.

Jack’s arms fell to her thighs, climbing up her skirt. “Daddy’s gonna ruin you,” he stated, his voice thick with want. “Gonna make you forget all about anything but me.”

Chelsea’s knees buckled as he spoke, her pussy clenching with want. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Please, Daddy. I need you.”

With a growl, Jack lifted Chelsea up, carrying her to the alley behind the bar. He pressed her towards the brick wall, his hardness rubbing towards her aching core.

“Are you sure about this, baby girl?” he requested, his voice tight with restraint. “Once we start, I don’t know if I can stop.”

Chelsea nodded, her eyes blazing with want. “I’m sure,” she breathed. “I want you, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. Please.”

Jack’s management snapped, and he captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. His arms fumbled together with his belt, releasing his throbbing cock as Chelsea reached right down to tug her skirt over her hips.

Then, with one arduous thrust, Jack buried himself inside her, filling her as much as the hilt. Chelsea cried out, her nails raking down his again as he started to maneuver.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he groaned, his hips snapping towards hers. “So fuckin’ tight. Such a good girl, takin’ Daddy’s cock like this.”

Chelsea may solely moan in response, her head falling again towards the brick wall as Jack pistoned out and in of her. She felt each inch of him, stretching her, filling her to the brim.

“Daddy,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. “Daddy, yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

Jack growled, his tempo turning into frantic. “Greedy little slut,” he snarled, his fingers digging into her hips. “You want Daddy’s cock that bad? Want him to fuck you till you can’t walk straight?”

“Yes!” Chelsea screamed, her pussy clenching round him. “Please, Daddy, I need it. Need you.”

Jack’s thumb discovered her clit, rubbing tight circles as he fucked her more durable, quicker. Chelsea veneresponded with a scream of delight, her physique convulsing round him.

“Daddy!” she wailed, her nails digging into his shoulders as her orgasm crashed over her. “Daddy, I’m coming! I’m coming on your cock!”

Jack cursed, his hips stuttering as he chased his personal launch. “Fuck!” he roared, his cock pulsing inside her as he got here arduous. “Fuck, baby girl, fuck!”

He collapsed towards her, his breath scorching towards her neck as they each rode out the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking. For a protracted second, they stayed like that, tousled in one another’s arms, the one sound their labored respiration.

Finally, Jack pulled again, gazing down at Chelsea with a mushy smile. “You okay, baby girl?” he requested, his voice light.

Chelsea nodded, a sated smile on her face. “Never better,” she murmured, leaning as much as kiss him softly.

Jack hesitated for a second, then returned the kiss, his arms tightening round her. “Let’s get you home,” he stated, his voice low. “Before we get arrested for indecent exposure.”

Chelsea giggled, nuzzling into his chest. “I’m not sure I’d mind,” she teased.

Jack chuckled, shaking his head. “Not from me, you don’t,” he stated, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “But I’m not about to let you stay out here a moment longer. We’re goin’ home, baby girl. Together.”

And with that, Jack wrapped a protecting arm round Chelsea’s shoulders, main her out of the seedy alley and in the direction of a future that held the promise of unconventional love, forbidden pleasure, and a bond that may final a lifetime. Together, they walked off into the night time, able to face regardless of the subsequent chapter had in retailer.