Daughter Makes Step-Daddy’s Big Dick Hard

The curvy young brunette stepped into her stepfather’s bedroom, wearing nothing but a silk pink robe that barely covered her perky breasts and shapely bottom. Her raven hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, and her feet were clad in knee-high white socks that made her look like an innocent schoolgirl.

But there was nothing innocent about the look in her deep green eyes as she approached the bed where her stepfather lay sleeping. The older man was shirtless, his muscular chest rising and falling with each breath. The blanket had slipped down to reveal that he was wearing only black boxer briefs that hugged his thick, meaty thighs.

The young woman licked her lips as her gaze drifted lower, taking in the bulge tenting the front of her stepfather’s underwear. She had always been attracted to him – his kind eyes, his strong jaw, the way his hair always looked perfectly tousled. But lately, her deepest fantasies had centered around his barely concealed erection.

“I should stop thinking about this,” she whispered to herself, taking a step closer to the bed. “He’s my stepdad. It’s wrong.”

But even as she thought those words, she was untying the sash of her robe and letting it fall open. Beneath, she wore nothing at all, her young body on full display. Her full breasts were topped with dusky pink nipples, her waist was small and her hips flared out in all the right places.

With a shaky hand, she reached out and traced a finger along her stepfather’s thigh, moving steadily upward. He shifted in his sleep, the bed creaking under his weight.

Growing bolder, the stepdaughter skimmed her fingers over his hardness through the fabric of his underwear. He was so big, so thick and hard, even in his sleep. A damp spot was forming on the cotton where the tip of his cock pressed insistently.

She bit her lip, hesitating only a moment before tugging his boxers down and freeing his huge, engorged member. It bobbed against his stomach, shiny with pre-cum and pulsing with need. She wrapped one small hand around the shaft, marveling at the heat and weight of it.

Slowly, she began to stroke him, her own body growing wet as she worked him into a full, aching erection. Her own needs were crying out to be assuaged, her aching breasts and sore nipples demanding attention.

“Daddy…” she breathed, bending to lap at the tip of his cock and savoring his salty essence. “I need you…”

He groaned softly, hips arching up into her touch. She took that as encouragement, wrapping her lips around the swollen head and suckling gently. As she did, she let her hand drift between her own legs, finding herself slick and needy.

Working more of his thick cock into her mouth, she began to pump what wouldn’t fit, rubbing the saliva-slicked shaft against her cheek. Her tongue swirled around him, tracing the throbbing veins, as her own hand pumped roughly at her sensitive clit.

She worked him faster, hungry for cum, wanton with lust. Her free hand moved to grope at her tits, pinching and rolling the stiff peaks. Heavy balls drew up tight against his body as he neared his peak.

Just as he began to spill over, the stepfather’s eyes suddenly flicked open. He looked down at his stepdaughter with a strangled moan, cock pulsing as he shot ropes of thick cum onto her waiting tongue.

The girl whimpered inecdotulously, pumping him through his orgasm. Cum leaked from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving tits.

The orgasm crashed over her, too, body convulsing with the force of it. She clung to his thigh, fingers digging into his skin, riding out the waves of pleasure that tore through her.

Finally, both of them spent, the stepdaughter slithered up his body to collapse against his chest. She nuzzled into the hair-roughened skin, lapping weakly at the drying cum.

They didn’t speak – there was really nothing to say. The taboo act, while deeply fulfilling, could never be repeated. But in that moment, all that mattered was the taste of him, the ache in her body, and the inappropriate pleasure they had shared.

So she simply lay against him, breathing in his scent, wishing it didn’t have to end.