Friday night, and the line outside of the club rivalled the river Nile. No issue for Frankie as she approached the bouncer, whispered in his ear and he cut her in ahead of everyone else. “She promised to blow him or something?” Bill drove around to the parking lot in the back with the hopes of catching some shut-eye. It was the least he could do while Frankie played Avon sales lady on the inside. Many young women in the l...

Normally, Bill wouldn’t mind the peace and quiet of the drive home, but the stagnancy was overwhelming. Dreary classical music whispered over the radio set and Frankie remained slumped, only looking down or through the window. When he asked about Dante again, still no response was offered, so he played along and allowed the silence to hang. After they parked and entered the house, only when the door closed did Frankie spe...

“Give Scott my gamer tag.” Frankie lay prone while playing her new gaming console, and swept the carpet in a scissors motion with her legs. All that covered her was a snug white tee that was barely a few inches past her bum. Whenever her legs came together, the tee fell into her crack, highlighting two freshly baked buns ready for a proper stuffing. “What is that again?” Bill went to sit on his favourite couch to watch he...

“I asked you a question, motherfucker.” Bill remained mute. “Nothing to say?” Still no response. Attempt number one to step past her failed as she blocked him on the left. Attempt number two fared no better as she blocked him on the right. “Don’t wanna say anything?” She folded her arms and squinted. “Alright, let’s see what mom thinks of this.” “Frankie, wait. Frankie, please.” Bill pushed out his palms and squatted to h...

Bill Lorde propped on his elbows, grinding away at his wife’s insides. Amanda Lorde lay underneath, wincing and whispering, ‘I love you’ in between kisses and her approaching climax. “Oh God… Oh God,” Bill strained as he nestled his head next to Amanda’s and their sweaty bodies reached a simultaneous peak of release. When the deed was done, he rolled off and they lay panting; turning their faces to each other and sharing...

Quint’s eighteen-year-old stepdaughter Piper bounced through the front door of their home. With her came the sweet scent of body spray and suntan lotion. “Hi, daddy.” She set her backpack down and headed for the kitchen. His smoking fetish was instantly aroused. A few days earlier, Piper expressed a strong interest in smoking. Out of the blue, at the checkout line in the grocery store, she said, “Daddy, I love you, but I...

“Ummm, I love your tits." I couldn't believe I was sat in my work colleague Joe's lounge naked with him and his teenage daughter Sara whilst on the TV screen my own stepdaughter Lisa was having her breasts sucked by Sara. She had always seemed so innocent, but she was clearly enjoying Sara’s attention. Sara told us that Lisa hadn’t been as much of a challenge as you might of thought. It was now two weeks since I had got i...

“Your Stepdaughter is such a cock tease”. I’m not sure what emboldened me to say these words to my work colleague about his daughter, Sara, who must have been 18 years old, I guess. They were true, she had been flirting with me constantly when I had visited Joe over the last few weeks to work on a project together. However, I would not usually comment on it, and if the shoe had been on the other foot I may have punched hi...

“Daddy, are we fuck buddies?” Heather asked her stepdad as they sat at the Italian restaurant waiting for the waiter. Caledon stared at the menu. “I didn’t hear that. What sounds good? Some pasta?” “Daddy…” she insisted. “Ooh, lasagna,” he said. “I want pizza.” “Be serious. Come on. We’re being classy tonight. Waiter’ll be here any second.” While Caledon perused the dinner entrees, Heather played with the colorful plastic...

“Daddy, can we have a quickie?” Heather asked as she casually walked into the bathroom. Caledon, her stepfather, poked his head out from the shower curtains, blinking the water off his eyes as the water poured down behind him. “Baby, a who what? Cookie?” “Quickie,” the nineteen-year-old repeated while checking herself in the mirror. She lifted one foot in a cute pose. She knew he would like her in her black leggings and b...

“Daddy, daddy, come cuddle with me,” nineteen-year-old Heather said from the doorway of her bedroom. She swayed there in her romper onesie pajama, a pink one with big red peppers printed on it. Her blonde hair was a bit disheveled. Her eyes were playful and mischievous. Her hands were behind her. Her breasts jiggled a bit as she swayed. And two perky nipples stared back at Caledon, Heather’s stepdad, as he shifted uncomfo...

It was mid-morning when the doorbell went off. I was expected a friend of my step-daughter's. Delia had called and warned me Diana was going to stop by. Diana and Delia were in their second year of a local college together, but their schedules didn't intersect often. She was stopping by to pick up a couple of things from Del's room. No big deal, nothing overly unusual. Diana's even spent the night often, since she's livin...