I was twenty-two when my stepdad finally stopped pretending. Mom was out of town for a conference, and the house felt too quiet until he came home from work and found me in the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin tank top and panties.
"Jesus, look at you," he said, voice low and rough. He dropped his keys on the counter and stared at my hard nipples pushing against the cotton. "You been walking around like that all day?"
I didn't answer. I just turned around and bent over to grab a water bottle from the fridge, letting him see the way my ass cheeks swallowed the thin strip of fabric. He was on me in three steps. His big hand grabbed my hip, yanking me back against him. I felt his cock already thick and hard through his jeans, pressing right between my cheeks.
"You want this, don't you?" he growled. "Been teasing me for months with those little shorts and the way you look at my dick when you think I'm not watching."
I pushed back against him. "Maybe I do, Daddy."
That word made him snap. He spun me around, lifted me onto the counter like I weighed nothing, and shoved my thighs apart. His fingers hooked into my panties and ripped them to the side. Two thick fingers shoved straight into my pussy without warning. I was already soaked.
"Fuck, you're dripping," he muttered. "Stepdaddy's little slut is wet for cock."
He finger-fucked me hard and fast right there on the counter, thumb grinding on my clit until I was shaking. When I came the first time, he didn't slow down. He just pulled his fingers out, shoved them in my mouth, and made me taste myself while he unzipped his jeans.
His cock was thick, veiny, and already leaking. He slapped it against my pussy a few times, then drove it in balls-deep in one thrust. I cried out at the stretch. He didn't give me time to adjust. He just started pounding, the counter creaking under us, his heavy balls slapping my ass with every stroke.
"That's it," he grunted. "Take every inch. This pussy belongs to me now."
He fucked me like he hated me and needed me at the same time. One hand pinned my throat, the other rubbed my clit in tight circles until I came again, clenching around his cock. He pulled out, dragged me off the counter, and bent me over the kitchen table. My cheek pressed against the wood while he slammed back inside from behind.
"Harder, Daddy," I begged. "Use me."
He did. He gripped my hips so tight I knew I'd have bruises and fucked me like a man possessed. Every thrust shoved the table forward. When he was close, he pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the table, and shoved his cock down my throat. I gagged and drooled while he held my head and fucked my face until he unloaded thick ropes straight down my throat. I swallowed every drop.
We didn't stop there. He carried me to the couch, sat down, and made me ride him reverse cowgirl while he watched his cock disappear into my pussy in the big mirror on the wall. His hands spread my ass cheeks so he could see everything. I came so hard I squirted all over his balls.
Later that night he took me to his bed. He ate my pussy until I was begging, then flipped me onto my stomach and fucked me prone, one hand fisted in my hair, the other smacking my ass red. He came deep inside me that time, growling "Mine" against my neck while I milked every drop.
By morning we were both sore and sticky. He woke me up with his cock already inside me again, slow and deep, telling me this was just the beginning. Mom would never know, but from now on, whenever she was gone, I was his personal fucktoy.
And I was more than happy to be exactly that.
