LIGHTNOVELONLINE LAST STEP DAUGHTER
It was another retail therapy trip to Montreal with my last stepdaughter. She is a tall, shapely, very attractive woman, a white version of Zoey Saldana. We flew into town, took a cab to the beautiful Fairmont, welcomed to a nice 2 bedroom suite. She was in the smaller of the two bedrooms, and she got ready to go shopping, and I encouraged her to wear something easy to swap, as she would be trying many outfits on. I have to say I was completely shocked when she came into the living room in a short black dress and black heels. She said this was easy and we went to begin our shopping experience.
We started with a mostly liquid lunch and then hit the luxury brands for our day.
We started in this unique dress shop, friendly and served wine.
I sat in the chair just outside the change room, and she was already feeling tipsy, and a couple of times opened the door mid-change. I looked at her tanned slender body, pierced flat belly, only covered in black thong and bra, as she asked me for another size. She was not disrupted at all by my presence, and she asked me to zip her a few times.
I was completely aroused seeing this 23-year-old, in perfect shape, loosened from her wine. She tried a pair of strap heels and asked me to help her with one of the straps, and she sat, short dress on, legs apart, while I awkwardly fumbled with the strap. At this point, she put her other foot on my shoulder and openly flirted. She could see I was flush, and I quietly finished the strap and stepped out. She asked if I liked what I saw. I just said ‘dude’, looked obscure, and I walked away.
After a few more outfits and a few more shops, we decided on a nice dinner and went to the room to get ready. The hotel put wine in the room, so we opened it and had some while getting ready. I sat in the living room and worked on my mac book, while she finished getting ready.
She came out, wearing a short red dress, lightly tanned stay-ups, and head to toe, absolutely dripping with pure ‘fuck me’ vibes. It took my breath away. I was stunned because she asked ‘what's wrong. Is this too much? ’ as she pulled the hem of her already short dress up to expose her upper thigh and stay up the elastic band.
I just eye-rolled, and off we went to dinner.
She took no care when I got the door for her in the car, and she stepped out, exposing thin red thong panties, and again, those damned stay-ups. Apart from all of that, her perfume was almost narcotic.
Dinner was rambling on about work and life and everything else and I was honestly getting bored, except for the fact the drinks simply just kept flowing. She ordered some shooters, and by dessert, three bottles of wine were gone. The hotel lounge had some Spanish flamenco guitars, and we lacked a nice corner booth, and candlelit. By now she was done, and the idea of me saying to retire early fell on deaf ears. She nestled in closer and started to relax to the hypnotic music, relaxing and rhythmic. It was something having this goddess, leaning up against me completely, head on my shoulder, breathing, giving me goosebumps. She had her hand on my leg, obviously thinking it was her husband, the son-in-law. I felt like I could maybe test the waters a little bit, and placed my hand on her left leg, upper thigh by the hem of her stay up. His leg was like Persian silk. Perfect, smooth, and cool. She stirred and I was beating my heart out of my chest at this point. Instead of her pushing me away, she nestled in more and parted her legs ever so slightly. I ran my hand up her thigh, and it got warmer. I did not go too far and figured this needed to stop right where it was. Here I am in a great lounge, great music, great wine, and this beauty nestled up to me, hand on my leg, and my hand up her dress resting and stroking her inner thigh as she almost purred like a kitten.
When the band went on a break, it was disruptive enough to take the opportunity to leave. She was slurring her words, animated, but not completely wasted. She held my arm as we went to the room. In the room, she insisted on another drink, and I put some music channels on and went back to working on my mac book.
She was on the couch, and after some 20 minutes of seemingly pounding large glasses of wine, she was out and snoring.
I tried to wake her, but nothing stopped or stirred the snoring. She was out. Now, gents, think about what I am looking at at this point. This gorgeous perfect body is 23 years old, short red dress, stay-ups exposed, and out like a light. I had no choice but to check this all out. I knelt beside the couch and again tried to wake her. Not. I rolled her completely on her back, as her left leg fell onto the floor. This just looked amazing. I ran my hands along her exposed thighs, and I brought my face in for a deep inhale of the warmest wettest sweetest smelling pussy. She was soaked. There would be no harm in tongue fucking this for a while. And so I did. I buried my tongue deep inside her as I grabbed both thighs in a wrap-around, pulling her deep into my face. All she did was snore. Her full beautiful lips needed attention and I pulled myself up to explore her mouth with my tongue. I slipped off my pants, and underwear, and slowly caressed her lips with my 7” cock, holding her nose so her mouth would open. I slid my cock into her mouth, while she still slept deep and snored. I could not believe how this felt. Wrong, of course, but face fucking this goddess, while I looked down at her open legs with stay-ups, and finger fucking her as I thrust into her throat.
I did not want to finish this way, and I simply had to at least feel this tight step-daughter pussy on my cock for a while. So I positioned myself Missionary, pulled her thong to the side, and entered with ease, into this fountained pussy. I fucked her this way for what must have been 15 minutes before I knew I was getting very close. I did not want to mess this up, so I pulled it out, went to the bathroom, and blew my load into the sink. I knew I probably had a good few hours where I could rinse and repeat this pure hard fucking of my stepdaughter.
I took a rest for a bit, put her back together, and I continued to do some work on my computer. I would look over at her in her drunken snored state, lusting to do more. So I went back over and lifted both her legs over my shoulders, and started to tongue fuck her asshole. I was immediately hard, and I fingered her to get myself soaked, and I stroked and soaked my cock with her juices, covered her ass with her juices, and put my tip to her anus. I let the sphincter do the driving and it seemed obvious she was used to this because I entered every inch of my rock-hard cock into her perfect ass, balls deep, within a minute.
I could not believe the sight I was witnessing. These perfect legs over my shoulder, my cock in her ass, pounding her, her dress riding up way past her flat perfect tanned pierced belly, and her head to the side, still passed out. I was not aggressive with her ass fucking, I did not want to hurt her, because we had yet another 2 days to be together.
Again, just about ready to explode in her ass, I gently pull out, and again, release her into the sink in the bathroom. I tidied her up, dried her off, and redressed/reorganized her. I thought any more fucking of this, she would wake up. So I stopped. After about an hour, she woke up on her own and asked for some water. She did not attempt to cover her legs and she blatantly said how horny she was. She gave no thought she was saying this to me and clearly, she was still drunk and dazed.
She said to me ‘let's go to bed’ and, of course, I understood it was time to retire for the night. So I went to my room and got into bed. She was in the bathroom and I thought about going to bed until my door opened, and she walked in wearing only a T-shirt as a nightdress, and came into my bed and cuddled me. I was baffled and confused. I was naked, and she nestled at me, and she grabbed my cock, and started sliding me to an erection. She was reeking of booze, and she pulled her head under the covers and started engulfing my cock. I grab her and spin her around into 69 and burry my tongue and face into her ass and pussy, making her cum on my face. She convulsed and I did not stop, but relentlessly held her tight and I made her buck over and over again into endless orgasms. She kept flawlessly sucking my cock until I completely released what felt like a gallon of cum deep into her tight wet mouth.
I felt awful at this point. I just knowingly fucked my wife’s daughter. Of course, I had no guilt when I fucked her compared body in the living room. She completely smothered me with a hug and went to sleep. I was shocked and terrified of what the morning would bring. Would she awaken and play the “WTF” card, or..?
It was about 9 am when I woke up. To the best way to wake up, she was down again, sucking on my cock, and I had to oblige by simply coming in her mouth. This was going to completely change the relationship dynamic and I had no idea what was about to come.
She got ready for the day and we met downstairs for breakfast. She again showed up in some ridiculous outfit and our day began with plans for some more shopping, and she blatantly said how she wanted to fuck again. This was a very bad girl.
