Seducing my StepDaddy for Shopping Money
The sun was barely peeking through the curtains as Carla stirred awake. She glanced at her alarm clock, 7:30 AM. Saturday mornings were the best; no school, no curfew, and best of all, more time to “play” with her dear stepdad, Mark. The 19-year-old beauty stretched languidly, her tight tie-dye tank top riding up to expose her flat tummy. She wore no bra, her large, silicone-enhanced breasts jiggling freely as she sat up. Slipping out of bed, she made her way to the bathroom for a quick shower.
15 minutes later, wrapped in nothing but a fluffy purple towel, Carla strutted down the hall. She paused outside Mark’s open bedroom door, peering in. He was still asleep, chest bare, the sheets pooled around his waist. The 38-year-old was built, thanks to daily gym visits. Carla bit her lip, eyeing his chiseled abs and broad shoulders.
Her petite hands itched to touch him. Carla was still a virgin, but had other plans in mind before getting to that. She wanted to tease, titillate, make him desperate. She needed money for a shopping trip with her friends and had only one way to earn it.
Emboldened by lust, Carla sauntered into the room. Her brown eyes roved over Mark’s sleeping form, drinking him in. Slipping the towel off, she stood naked at the foot of the bed.
“Morning, Dad,” Carla purred seductively, tossing her long dark hair over one tanned shoulder.
Mark yawned, rolling over to face her, eyes widening at the sight.”C-Carla…what are you…?”
She climbed onto the bed, crawling towards him on hands and knees, her heavy breasts swaying enticingly. “I need…something,” she fibbed, straddling his waist. Mark’s eyes flicked between her face and her perky breasts, barely concealed by a few wisps of black lace.
Carla ran her hands over Mark’s bare chest, relishing the feel of his muscular body. “You’re always helping me out… You know, since Mom left.”
Her moves were clumsy, uncoordinated and aroused Mark more than she knew. “Carla…this isn’t…” he breathed, hands helplessly hovering by his sides, not daring to touch.
“It’s okay, Daddy,” Carla cooed, pressing her body fully against his. She ground her hips subtly, her damp sex gliding against his boxers. “I need some money for tomorrow. Just usually take poses in tiny bikinis…and my school cheer costume.” She blinked long lashes, lips pouting up at him.
Mark groaned, pulse quickening. Carla took that as her signal to unfasten his flannel pajama bottoms. His large erection sprang free, and she ran her fingertips delicately over the length, watching fascination gwin her stepdad’s face contort. “Carla…baby…”
“Shhh, let me,” Carla breathed, wrapping slender fingers around his throbbing shaft. She slowly pumped, squeezing just right as she watched his hips buck upwards. Feeling bold, she leaned down and flicked her tongue over the swollen tip, tasting him.
“Fuck, Carla,” Mark grabbed her hair, scooting down the bed and filling her mouth with his hard cock. Carla gagged around him, face flushed but greedy as she took him deep. Mark fucked her face, groaning gutturally.
Carla’s eyes watered but she didn’t pull away, sucking Marked in a tight tunnel of wet muscle she swallowed gulpingly, the thick head striking the back of her throat again and again. Mark growled, bowl of her hair tighter as he pumped faster, guiding her head. Carla took him to the hilt, little kits of drool dripping down her chin as she popped off the head. “Gah…gfh…uungh…” she strings of drool connecting cock and lip.
Mark thrust rhythmically into her drooling mouth, pushing into her twitching throat with his swollen cockhead. “Ugnh…Swallow it Carla…Take daddy’s cum like a good girl…”