Chapter 4 Step-dad Assistant

I closed my eyes, pulling my hand out from between my legs. My fingers were coated in my silken desire, long strings of it running between them and along my knuckles. I felt like I was falling from a great height, my stomach plummeting to Earth as my pulse rushed in my ears. I couldn’t look at him. “Were you touching yourself… in my office?” he asked. I nodded, still refusing to open my eyes. “Y-yes.” I heard him pick up my phone. Oh, shit. “You were sexting your boyfriend while you were supposed to be working?” “You haven’t even told me what to do—” “Yes or no?” my stepfather said much more sternly than I had the will to rebuke. I could feel myself trembling. I wanted to put my hand down, but I was sure he’d yell at me. He had me at a disadvantage. I knew there was no saving myself. “Yes,” I said at last. “I’m… sorry.” “Let me see,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat. “Let me see what you did to yourself.” I opened my eyes, staring up at him. “You can’t… you can’t be serious…” “Do it,” he instructed me, but I just sat there, overwhelmed. The choice was obvious. I shouldn’t do it. It was wrong. It was… weird. But my feelings were a lot more complex than that. Through the shame, part of me was… excited about having been caught by my billionaire stepfather. There was a rush to it, one that drove even more lust between my thighs. Part of me wanted him to see what his precious little girl had been up to. Part of me wanted to show my stepfather my pretty cunt. That desire grew and grew until I couldn’t deny it any longer. I pulled my skirt up around my hips, my panties still to the side, and spread my legs to show my stepfather my wet, pink pussy. He stared at it, at all the juices running down along my lips, staining the insides of my thighs. I was breathing heavily, my breasts bouncing as I watched him watching me. I grazed my fingers over my slit under the guise of moving my panties away even further, but really, it was because I desperately needed to touch myself. My clit was throbbing so hard it almost hurt, and the only thing that would bring it relief was playing with it. I couldn’t do that in front of my stepfather, though. Could I? Then my gaze fell to the front of his pants. There was a huge bulge in them, straining the zipper of his slacks! He’d stuffed his hands into his pockets, but I was sure he was doing more than a little “adjusting” down there. As horny as I was, my stepdad was even hornier, and he was using me to get off. A sudden sense of power came over me. I kept my eyes trained on that bulge as I brought my fingers back to my slit and began rubbing softly. “I’m sure there’s… something I could do to get out of trouble, Daddy,” I murmured. The words felt foreign on my tongue, but also intoxicating. I was good at sexting, so why not dirty talk? It was the same principle, after all. My stepfather grunted quietly. He couldn’t look away from my show, not even if he’d wanted to—which he obviously didn’t, given how his dick lurched the second I started playing with myself. I smirked a little. So, the perfect guy has a dark side, after all… “Please, Daddy,” I begged him. “There has to be some way…?” My stepfather looked over his shoulder at the elevator doors. Then he moved closer to me, his hands on his belt. I watched with nervous anticipation as he began to unbuckle it, slowly letting it fall away from the front of his pants. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped them, revealing a dark thatch of wiry but perfectly tended hair that made me gasp. My stepfather went commando, it seemed. Then he really surprised me. He grabbed the base of his dick and pulled, freeing his fully erect and absolutely massive cock from its fabric prison. I gaped in awe. I had thought Derrick’s was big, but my stepfather’s put his to shame. My mouth started watering at the sight of its prominent veins, its purplish head, and the fatness of its shaft. Now I knew why my mother had married him. Everything was starting to make sense. He ran his hand over the length, and I shuddered visibly. “Open your mouth a little wider, princess,” he muttered. I moaned, another chill rolling through me as I did as I was told. I stared into his eyes as he inched closer and closer, his tip finally resting on my outstretched tongue, giving me my first taste of my stepfather’s cock. I closed my lips around it immediately, sucking long and hard as I moaned again, this time with my mouth full. William drew in a quick breath as I took him in deeper, laving him with my tongue, teasing all the spots I knew from my time with Derrick would have him melting in no time. I bobbed along his shaft, my lips slowly stretching to their limit as I made my way down to his thick, throbbing base. Then I buried my nose in his pubic hair, thrashing my head from side to side as I brazenly deepthroated my stepfather in his own office. William groaned, resting his hand on the back of my head as I worked him, coming up for air, only to pop him back into my mouth again. Every time he shivered and writhe felt like a victory to me, and soon I was drunk on power, slurping my stepdad like a whore as I drove him again and again into the back of my throat.