Stiefmutti verführt das behaarte Girl

The Stepmother’s Indecent Proposal

Samantha sighed as she washed the dishes, her hair tied up in a messy bun. It had been a long day at work, and the last thing she wanted was to deal with her stepdaughter’s attitude. Ever since her father had married Pamela, a young twenty-something vixen, Samantha had felt like everything in her life was turned upside down.

Pamela, with her perky breasts and tight skirts, seemed to have her father wrapped around her little finger. And Samantha, once the precious little girl of the family, was now nothing more than an afterthought.

As she dried her hands, Samantha heard Pamela’s heels clicking against the tiled floor. She turned to see the stepmother sauntering into the kitchen, her silky robe barely clinging to her voluptuous figure. Pamela’s lips were painted a provocative shade of red, and her hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders.

“Samantha, darling,” Pamela purred, her voice dripping with honey. “I was hoping we could have a little chat.”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “Can’t it wait? I’m really not in the mood to be lectured by you.”

Pamela sauntered closer, her hips swaying with each step. “Now, now, is that any way to speak to your stepmother?” She reached out and traced a perfectly manicured finger along Samantha’s jawline. “I just thought maybe we could be friends. You know, like real sisters.”

Samantha’s breath hitched in her throat as Pamela’s touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She stepped back, trying to put some distance between them. “Friends? You’re my stepmother, not my friend.”

Pamela tsked and shook her head. “Such a stubborn girl. Your father doesn’t know what to do with you. But I do.” She grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. “Why don’t you come over here and give your stepmother a proper hello?”

Before Samantha could protest, Pamela grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. Their bodies pressed together, and Samantha could feel every curve of Pamela’s figure. She tried to push the stepmother away, but Pamela’s grip was too strong.

“Let me go,” Samantha demanded, her voice wavering.

Pamela laughed, low and husky. “Not until you give me what I want.”

With a firm hand, Pamela tangled her fingers in Samantha’s hair and pulled her head back. She leaned in, her breath hot against Samantha’s ear. “I want you,” she whispered. “I want to make you mine.”

Samantha’s mind reeled as she tried to process what was happening. This couldn’t be real. Her stepmother was attacking her. But as Pamela’s tongue flicked out to trace the shell of her ear, Samantha felt a different kind of heat ignite within her.

Pamela’s hands roamed Samantha’s body, caressing every inch of exposed skin. She traced her fingers along the hem of Samantha’s shirt and tugged the garment up and over her head. Buttons popped as Pamela fumbled with the fastenings, eager to uncover the secrets beneath.

Samantha felt tremors course through her body as Pamela’s fingers dipped below her waistband and found her most sensitive area. The ste mother circled her thumb over the aching bud, sending wave after wave of pleasure cascading through Samantha’s body.

“Let me taste you,” Pamela purred, sinking to her knees. She pulled Samantha’s panties down before kissing a path up her inner thigh. Her hands kneaded and caressed the sensitive flesh, coaxing Samantha’s pleasure to new heights.

When Pamela’s mouth made contact with Samantha’s center, she cried out, threading her fingers through Pamela’s hair. The stepmother moaned against her, the vibrations increasing Samantha’s rapture. Her tongue flicked out, teasing her entrance before plunging inside.

Samantha’s grip on Pamela’s head tightened as she rocked her hips against the stepmother’s face. She felt consumed by the raging inferno within her, desperate for a release only Pamela seemed capable of granting.

Pamela worked her with skilled precision, her tongue exploring every cache of pleasure hidden within Samantha’s folds. She circled her clit, sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves before driving her tongue deep to hit the hidden spots inside her. Samantha writhed beneath her touch, ready to detonate.

“I’m going to come,” Samantha whimpered, her mind foggy with desire.

Pamela hummed against her, the vibrations sending Samantha hurtling over the edge. She came hard, hips bucking against the stepmother’s face as she cried out her name. Pleasure poured through her, consuming every nerve ending until she collapse against the kitchen table, utterly spent.

Pamela rose to her feet, licking her lips as she gazed down at Samantha’s naked form splayed out before her. She traced a finger down Samantha’s sternum before grasping her hips and pulling her to the edge of the table.

“Oh, my dear,” Pamela crooned, bending down to capture a straining nipple between her teeth. She suckled the hardened bud, drawing a ragged moan from Samantha’s lips. Then she moved to the other, lavishing it with the same attention.

One hand drifted lower, cupping Samantha’s mound and teasing her opening with a single finger. “You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you Samantha? Submit to your stepmother’s desires.”

Samantha trembled, overwhelmed by the pleasure Pamela heaped upon her. She knew she shouldn’t give in, but how could she resist? The stepmother’s touch set her body aflame with need.

“Yes,” she whispered, gaze locked onto Pamela’s. “I’ll be a good girl.”

Pamela smiled, a cat who’d just swallowed the canary. She thrust two fingers deep into Samantha’s weeping sex, pumping in and out in a steady rhythm. “Good girl,” she purred. “Now let’s see how many times I can make you come tonight.”

The End