the command. As I wheeled away from the desk, a little whimper escaped my throat. My hand was still under my skirt and soaking wet with my juices.
My stepfather looked at me for a long time. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. He just kept staring, like he hadn’t even decided yet. Then he licked his lips and said, “Lift up your hand.”
My eyes widened. “Daddy, don’t…”
But there was no moving him. I’d been caught red-handed, and he wanted to rub it in.
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
My stepfather looked at me for a long time. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. He just kept staring, like he hadn’t even decided yet. Then he licked his lips and said, “Lift up your hand.”
My eyes widened. “Daddy, don’t…”
But there was no moving him. I’d been caught red-handed, and he wanted to rub it in.
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
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