My senior year is almost finally over. Everyone is going to the beach for senior skip day but I decide to stay home and get some well needed rest. The house is empty, mom and my step dad are away in separate cities on business. It feels so nice to have the house to myself. They have only been married about 2 months and never seem to be together. I am not really sure why they even married, other then to help each other out financially. He is handsome, tall and broad. I dream about him at night. Taking me, using me. I have always dreamed of being with him. I watched him the other day in the shower. Playing with his cock, leaning against the shower wall. He didn't know that I was there. At least I do not think he did. I watched him cum all over his hand and onto his belly. Wishing that I was there to lick him clean. God how terrible am I. He is my moms husband.
Just thinking about him gets me all hot and horny. I rise out of bed and stretch. I do everything in my power to forget about fucking him. Nothing prevails. I open the door to their bedroom and go immediately to television cabinet. When he moved in I saw him put tons of movies in there. All adult films, which he watches when he is alone. I have caught him watching those too. Laying on the bed playing with his cock. Pay close attention to these woman who are getting spanked or are bound up with their pussies in the air. A Man causing them pain and they love it. I have read about this. Searching one night through the internet I found a porn site with the same things. It turned me on and I masturbated in front of the computer just looking at it over and over again. They talked about ownership and people being slave to someone. Being there whenever they needed something. I would love to be at his beacon call anytime he wished. Having sex with him when he snapped his fingers.
I search frantically for a video, my pussy soaking wet. Find it and pop it in. Walk to the window to make sure noon has pull up, I lay back on the bed. Lifting my short t-shirt over my ass. My panties are soaking wet. I slide them off seductively. As if he were watching me. The movie starts and I play with my pussy fast and hard. Trying to push my entire hand into it. I am wet and hot, wanting more then I can give myself.
Watching these men spank these girls hard and playing with their pussies in between the blows. Watching with my eyes wide open , I am addicted to what I see. I hold off on Cumming as long as I can. Trying to push myself to the brink of almost losing control. I cum hard and long. Moaning out loud to myself. I lay there with my eyes closed, only the moans of the women in the movie. Quickly getting off the bed and putting the video away. Only to quickly here the front door slam. I fix the bed as fast as I can and shut the television off. Slipping my panties on. Running out of the room and down the stairs, there he stands. All dressed up in his suit, tired from the flight.
"Hello Sir" I say softly as I clear my throat.
He looks up at me, almost in shock. I never call him that. He is always just James or Jim.
"Hey girl"He growls back.
He puts his briefcase at the door and I quickly realize this is my chance to show him what I can do.
I quickly run to pick it up and put it in the place where it goes. He does not notice me. I follow silently behind him as he slips into his favorite chair. Gently places my hands on his shoulders I start to massage his back and neck. He looks back at me, but does not stop me.
"Does that feel good Daddy?"
Silence fills the air and he does not look at me.
I repeat myself again.
"Daddy, does that feel okay?"
"Um...yes I suppose it does."He barks back almost as if he is unsure on how to answer it.
"Good, I only want to please you" I say back, sure of myself
"Go ahead and start to make dinner, I am going to go up and change"
I can feel he is uncomfortable with my being so close, so I back off and hit the kitchen. I am disappointed that he has pushed me away, but I just go about my cooking and leave it be. What more can you expect? He is my moms husband after all. I take a deep sigh. Thinking of the older man I dream about so much rejecting me. Yet, I go about my work. I am startled by his growl from the stairs.
"Young lady, get up here now"
I quickly put down what I am doing and run upstairs. He is standing in the doorway of his bedroom with his arms crossed in front of him.
"Yes" I manage to muffle out.
"Were you in my bedroom this afternoon?"
I freeze in my place
"Um...."I stutter a little with my words.
"I asked you a question, you answer it."
"Yes, I was in your room" I say suddenly confidently.
"That is not the way to answer me little girl, now where you in my room?"
"Yes Sir, I was in your room"I clear my throat now knowing he is serious
"Why where you in here??"