Stepdad’s Greedy Girl

Literotic asexstories – Stepdad’s Greedy Girl by SweetSweetLovin,SweetSweetLovin This is a work of fiction. It contains elements of coercion, humiliation, incest, and public sex. If that gets you hot, great. If none of that is your thing, you won’t enjoy this. Trust, consent, and safer sex are–obviously–crucial parts of a healthy sexuality. This author only recommends playing with trusted partner(s). And always have a safe word.

I was on my knees again.

I’d lost track of how many cocks I’d sucked at this party. I had cum in my hair, on my glasses, all over what was left of my clothes. I also had it leaking out of every orifice. My everything was sore, but it didn’t matter. I wanted more. I was doing what I was born to do. My holes were for using and I spread for whomever I was told to. I’d realized my calling as a slut years ago.

Let’s back up a little.

My name is Tina. I’m 25 and live just outside Washington, DC. One of the things I love best about living here is how transient the area is. I could fuck a room full of men and women and be almost guaranteed to never see them again. Hell, lots of them didn’t even speak English. Nastiness is another universal language, though. My stepdad is a well-known lobbyist with a lot of power, which in turn gave me a lot of power with the sycophants who wanted to curry his favor. It was an open secret among the area elite that his daughter was a straight-up slut. I didn’t need the money, but it was a game I liked to play. It gave me leverage. And once you paid for depraved sexual acts… well, let’s just say you were easier to influence.

Like every good slut, I keep myself up. Snatch and asshole stay waxed, body toned, hair and nails always done. You never knew when the jump-off might happen. When I spread my legs and said welcome to the paradise, no one refused me, male or female.

Oh, I’m an equal-opportunity whore. Nothing ridiculous like only fucking beautiful people. A lot of beautiful people are rubbish in bed, far too used to everyone else doing all the work trying to impress them. Don’t even get me started on celebrities. They can be unbelievably boring. But take someone who isn’t the biggest stud or baddest bitch and they’ll do everything within their power to impress you. You’d be surprised how far an average man or woman can go in satisfying a raunchy, sex-hungry gal like myself. Given a choice between someone rich and famous and your average working Joe or Jane? Joe or Jane will be so thrilled to have a chance with a 10 like me, they would bring their A game every time. Plus, they knew no one would believe them if they told anyone, so they could be depended upon to keep how slutty I was to themselves.

I’d prance into my stepdad’s office in the classiest, most demure clothing covering up the trashiest undies.

Did I forget to mention I’ve been fucking him for years? My stepfather, I mean. Oh, yeah, he’s the one who showed me how liberating it is to give in to your baser nature. There were plenty of times I had his cock in my mouth or sawing in and out of my twat, lots of times with his clients there. He liked to be the last one to fuck me at the end of a gangbang. But that’s a story for another time.

Brad was a nasty fuck, giving my pussy away as a reward, offering my asshole as an enticement. It was even dirtier when we went overseas together. His partners used my mouth regularly. Nothing old men love more than loud, sloppy blow jobs from hot bitches young enough to be their nieces. I moaned like they were rock stars as they prodded me with their sad little dicks. They loved it when I wore lingerie–the sluttier, the better. Some of those old guys were straight freaks. They had trophy wives of their own at home, but they never hesitated to get me bent over the couches in their offices. They all loved playing with my big, luscious tits. My little nipples looked like perfect Hershey’s kisses and were sensitive. I loved playtime with those men and then acting innocent when I saw them out around town with their families.

There’s no hole off limits with me. I like swinger parties, glory holes, and playing the whore. Any money I made from doing what I loved, I donated to worthy causes.

I was smart, too. A law degree from an Ivy League university guaranteed I could get a job pretty much anywhere I wanted. But I liked being debased and used more. So I worked in my stepdad’s office while scouting potential fuck buddies. I had company whenever I wanted. I actually did the work in college and law school. I fucked everybody except my professors. I wanted to earn it on my feet, not on my back or knees. My teachers were baffled that they couldn’t get a piece of me.

So now you’re caught up. Where was I?

Ah, yes, I was on my knees again.

The evening had started innocently enough. I had accompanied Brad to a senior Senator’s party. Uninteresting business was being discussed, but there was decent food and music to distract me. I didn’t drink much. I didn’t want to give myself an excuse to blame my slutty behavior on, for enjoying every filthy thing I could. I was having a good time. Every once in a while, I’d bring a boyfriend to these things, but I hadn’t tonight. Brad signaled me as he was talking to our hostess. The Senator was a tall, statuesque woman and she was rumored to be a carpet munching freak. I hurried to his side and smiled brightly when we were introduced. The Senator leaned in to whisper directly in my ear, “Is your pussy as good as he says it is?”

“Better,” I whispered back and she laughed. “I’m quite good at eating pussy, too.”

“Let’s go upstairs.”

Less than ten minutes later, I was tongue-deep in the Senator’s juicy snatch with her hand fisted in my short hair as she ground on my face and made a high-pitched keening noise. She flooded me when she came. It was her second time. I kept fingering and licking, even as she tried to push me away.

“Don’t run,” I admonished, then giving her slit a long lick. “I’m not done with this kitty, yet.”

She tasted good and was responsive. I sucked her clit hard and she gave a muffled little shriek. I knew what this horny old bitch needed. She needed to be ordered around and dominated. Her husband didn’t get her off like I just had. The rumors were true. She was a closeted dyke with a voracious appetite for younger pussy and dirty talk. We were in her master suite’s bathroom.

I could tell she’d wanted to eat me out first, but I wouldn’t let her. She’d be much better going down on me once I got her revved up. She was used to furtive playing–hiding, getting off quick and hard in secret, pretending like nothing happened. I knew what I was doing. I’d been eating pussy since I’d been sucking cock. That is to say, for years. I’d backed her against the counter and kept eye contact while I slid her silver, sequined gown up. I gently kissed and caressed her thighs and abdomen before peeling off her soaked panties. Her slit was open and already creamy. Apparently, just thinking about fucking me was enough to turn her on. Nice. I liked her and wanted to give her an experience. While I tolerated fucking old men, I genuinely enjoyed making love with older women. The Senator looked confused when I told her she was beautiful. She’d never been loved by a woman, only fucked by one. No one had given her the gift I was about to.

She quivered, was afraid to really let go. By the time she was on her fourth orgasm, I’d made her forget herself so much she was moaning.

“This tongue on your pretty, wet pussy, Senator? Every time you see me, all you’ll be able to think about is me licking your ass and pinching your clit. Every time you make love to your husband, you’ll wish it was me.”

I unzipped my dress slowly and let it fall to the tiles. Her eyes lit up as she looked at my tight, young body. I was wearing slutty lingerie, as usual. The balconette bra was chosen to highlight how big my tits were–it barely covered half my nipples. I turned in a circle for her, so she could admire how firm my ass was in the matching thong.

Her clit was big and sensitive.

“Don’t close your eyes. Watch. Watch me lick you in the mirror.”

She jolted in my grasp when her husband came looking for her, calling out her name. “I’ll be right out,” she shouted, then stifled a moan.

I took my mouth off that delicious pussy to tell her, “You’ll be right out with your cum all over my fingers and face. Next time, I’ll come to your office. I’ll get under your desk and spend all day with this gorgeous pussy. Your assistant isn’t anywhere near as good as I am, is she?”

“How did you–”

“I can teach her. She’ll do exactly what you want her to do.”

I stood up and wiped her juices from my mouth and chin, sucked the taste of her from my fingers. She’d been delicious. I told her so. Then I stepped back into my dress and straightened it.

“You don’t want me to…?”

“Next time,” I said, confident that she’d ask to see me again. That had been the most fun I’d had in a while. Oh, I’d teach her assistant and I’d let her watch while I did.

I was so horny when I left her I grabbed two of the catering staff and took them to the pool house. I made it seem like they were needed, so they wouldn’t get in trouble or fired. The man and woman were momentarily confused when I informed them that they were there to fuck me.

“You mean he’s going to fuck you,” the woman said. She had beautiful dark skin and braids.

“No, you both are.”

“But I’m not a lesbian. Nothing against them or anything.”

I laughed softly as I stepped close to her. “You don’t have to be gay to enjoy another woman’s pussy. Don’t worry, I’ll be good to you.”

I was so good to her she ate my pussy without complaint and turned out to be a natural. I’d chosen well. The man had a huge cock. I got them fucking each other first so that she was relaxed. When he was balls-deep, I played with her delicious little tits, pulling and rolling her nipples, sucking on them before I moved to rubbing her clit while he pounded her from behind. She had a plump, beautiful body and was wearing pretty panties and no bra.

“You came looking to get fucked, didn’t you?”

“No! I was meeting my husband after this gig.”

The man stopped thrusting, came to an almost comical halt. “You’re married?”

“Keep going,” I admonished, massaging his balls until he resumed. I pushed my dress up out of the way and got my panties off in a hurry before this went south. “You ever had married pussy before?”

“No, never.”

Perfect. “She’s going to go home to her husband with your cum dripping out of her snatch. All into those pretty panties. Maybe serve him a cream pie?”

I hadn’t met a man yet who didn’t respond to a filthy mouth. This one lunged with a grunt.

I got down on my knees next to the pair, pulled him out by the balls and sucked him a little while rubbing her fat clit at the same time. “Your pussy tastes so good. What’s your name?”

“Juanita.”

“Where are you from?

“El Salvador originally.”

“Ah, married, Salvadorian concho. Your pussy tastes so sweet.”

Before she could protest, I put my mouth and tongue on her with determination. The man watched, astounded. Huh. Must have been his first threesome.

“You’re going to put your cum right here and I’m going to lick it out of her.” He moaned. I jerked him while I ate her. But I needed fucking.

“Come put your mouth on me. Don’t be shy.”

I was so wound up she barely touched me before I slid into my first orgasm. I exaggerated a bit to get them both hot. “Keep fucking her while she eats me out.” Didn’t have to tell him twice.

He was so excited from it all that he shot his load up Juanita’s hole before he got anywhere close to mine. Dammit. I’d have to try something else. I ate Juanita to another explosive orgasm. She was moaning in Spanish by the time I was done with her. She had grabbed my hair and ground against my face.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Brad asked when I slumped into the chair next to him.

“I can’t find anyone to fuck me.”

“The Senator didn’t?”

“No. She needed care. She will next time, though.”

“Let’s get you fucked, then, sweetheart.”

Brad fingered me right there in the living room, didn’t even try to conceal it. The spectacle drew a crowd. Men with handsome faces and hard dicks tenting the fronts of their pants. Women torn between disgust and envy. They hid their interest behind their cocktail glasses, but I saw how hungry their gazes were. They watched in fascination as Brad got me off, talking dirty to me the whole time.

I left my dress on while he bent me over the back of the sofa and drilled me. I was so goddamned wet we squished together. This was my favorite place to be–the center of attention as everyone watched me get railed by my powerful stepfather.

Yes, I was a cock slut whore.

And yes, I’d spread my legs or get on my knees for whoever he told me to. I’d done it many times before. I fucking loved being used. Just thinking about it made my pussy drip.

Brad pulled out to spurt his gooey baby batter across my pussy. I slid to the floor with a satisfied sigh, then rolled over onto my back and let my knees fall apart. The obscene sight of my messy snatch was on full display. The crowd was in a frenzy of lust by now. One couple across the room was playing with each other discreetly–his hand up her dress was moving rapidly while she tried to stifle her moans. I kept eye contact with her and ran my fingers through what Brad had left behind, massaging it into my folds.

I smiled when the woman crooked her finger at me.

Things were definitely looking up.