The Step Daughter! (Jack Stalker and HurtMePlenty)

[Jack Stalker]

The Step Daughter!​

Robert Lombard had married Gwyneth because she was hot and it was a convenient way to get what he wanted. However things had gone downhill fast, she might have been good looking, but her sex drive was low and her high maintenance attitude got on his nerves fast. The other problem was that when he did get to fuck her, all he could think about was his step daughter, Pixie, and how much hotter and tighter her young holes would be compared to those of her forty something mother. He was just about done with the older Lombard now, his attention almost entirely fixed on her young daughter, his step daughter Pixie. Young tight and maybe even willing, she was everything he wanted, a young girl he would be able to corrupt with sex, impress with cash and fuck senseless, showing her what a fucking from a real man was like, rather than whatever she might get form a boy her own age. plus, as far as he was concerned, she wanted it. She was nothing more than a filthy little cock tease, wearing the things that she did, flaunting herself, flashing her flesh, giving him those looks when he was eye fucking her and raping her with his gaze. Maybe she wanted what her mother hand, maybe she wanted to know she could take what her mother had because she was younger, fitter hotter?

He was ready to show her just how right she was. If he was wrong? Well, he imagined that she would come around eventually, even if he had to fuck some sense into her and do her hard and long enough until she liked it. He hadn't married her mother for nothing, no, he'd married her mother so that he could get close to a girl half his age, so he could fuck her at will without raising a single comment or shred of suspicion. Younger girls were easy to manipulate, to order around, to control. Once you got them addicted to cock and money you could pretty much do whatever the fuck you wanted with them. All he had to do was wait, and he did not have to wait long until his wife was swept away. He watched her leave on a shopping trip with her friends one Saturday morning, leaving him alone in their home with his step daughter. The family home was a luxurious detached house in a residential Cul de sac, isolated from neighbours whilst offering everything that would be expected from such a home. Several bedrooms, a garden with a pool, and a spacious interior which allowed all of them plenty of room. So when he was hovering around Pixie and vice versa, it was clearly not by accident. He wanted to see her, wanted to smell her, wanted to taste her. Now that his wife was out for the day, he was going to be making use of his home and her daughter both. He'd never really viewed her as his daughter, though if he had been her father then incest would have been a necessity.

Loosening his tie and placing his briefcase down on a table, he called out. "Pixie Come here. I want a word with you, now that your mother has left for the day." he spoke with a loud resonating voice, which echoed through their home with an almost hypnotic power. He had been planning to head into the office this morning but, now that there was an opportunity to spend sometime with his step daughter, he had no intention of delaying things any longer. "I'd like to talk to you about something. It's about your mother, really. Well, you and your mother to be fair. About what I need from you, now that your mother and I have moved past the honeymoon perriod in our marriage." he almost growled out the words, as his impatience began to take hold. He was overwhelmed with feelings of lust as he waited for her to respond, his reason and rationality driven beneath the surface as primal and feral desires rose to the forefront of his mind. His young step daughter was only a few metres away through the walls, he wondered if she had any idea what was on his depraved and wicked mind, as he committed himself to virtual incest with his depraved mental wanderings. The way she dressed, the way she moved, the way she carried her tight young body when she was near him. She was nothing but a cock teasing little whore who likely thought she could get away with anything, since he was fucking her mother and supposedly off limits. She needed to understand that her time of playing with fire was over, now she was going to have to deal with the consequences that her flesh had wrought.

He moved over to a drinks cabinet in the living room which over looked the back garden and their long dramatic pool. Pouring himself a drink as he waited, thinking about the first time he'd seen her by the pool, in a rape me string bikini, all tight young flesh and fuck me eyes. Then at the ceremony when he had married her mother, sweet and innocent, her look fuelling his raging assault on her mothers flesh in the confessional right after the ceremony, when he could still visualise Pixie, still smell her, still feel the heat from her closeness. Every time he fucked her mother he saw her face, felt the need for her tight young cunt to be sucking on his cock, it had gone on long enough, he wicked and sinful teasing had to come to an end and she needed to understand what was going to be expected of her from now on. His cute fuckable stepdaughter deserved only the best cock. His cock.

 

[HurtMePlenty]

Pixie had seen the way her step-dad looked at her. How he undressed her with his gaze whenever her mom's back was turned. But she naively believed he'd never do anything about it. He was technically her dad now after all, and no dad ever really did anything with their daughter. Not only that, but she didn't consider the things she did and wore to be flirting. She was being herself. And sure, maybe she did let her hips sway a little more when she saw him staring, or bent over a little longer than necessary, but that was only because having an attractive older man look at you like that felt good. It was a confidence booster. Besides, she had a boyfriend. One that she had decided she might be in love with. Her revealing outfits and the all the skin she showed was because it looked good on her. If she wore anything less revealing she'd being do a disservice to herself and her looks.

On this particular day she'd put on a pair of tiny little denim booty shorts that left her ass hanging out in back and caused the strings of her black thong to ride up above the waistband to outline her hips, and a halter top that may have covered her breasts, but left them exposed at the sides and did nothing to stop someone from simply lifting the material to expose her young flesh. Her blonde hair flowed freely around her shoulders, and aside from the bold red lipstick she wore her makeup was light. The finishing touches was a pair of open toed fuck me heels that, in her opinion, made her legs and ass look great. Grinning she sent a Snapchat to her boyfriend with the message, "Ready for that date!" to drive him crazy. Of course, her plan to slip out unseen, and thus without a curfew, was put to a stop by her step-dad calling for her.

She thought about ignoring him and just going out the window, but there was something in his tone of voice she hadn't heard before. It was as appealing as it was nerve wracking, and not only that she was curious what role she had to play in her mom's marriage. So leaving her phone on the bed she made her way to the living room where she'd heard his voice. "Yes daddy?" She'd taken to using the term of endearment as a means of attempting to get what she wanted. To her delight, and her mom's frustration, Pixie had found it worked more often than it didn't. And not only that, she could have sworn he'd look at her more after she used it. Entering the room she carried herself more like a woman and less like a 17 year old. Though she wasn't wholly aware she did so.

Taking a seat on the couch she stretched out, legs up on the couches before her with one knee up, her back against the armrest, and one arm draped over her belly while the other half propped her up. "You called for me? Something about what I need to do?" She looked at him innocently, nit suspecting on whit what his intentions were. More importantly she either didn't notice, or didn't care, how her current position caused her top to slip a little, almost fully exposing on of her breasts.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Robert took a few long sips as he watched Pixie flounce into the room and flop down on the couch. What she was wearing would have gotten her raped in five minutes in almost any city he knew of, in here it just got her raped by his gaze as he ran his eyes over her tight young nubile form. God damn, she was like a younger more fuckable version of her mother in her prime. He was going to enjoy fucking every inch of his cock into her tight little cunt and making her understand that her daddy was going to be the man fucking her for the foreseeable future. "What I need to talk to you about is this..." he told her, walking over to stand above her, before sitting down on the couch next to her. He reached out his left hand to place it on her knee, letting her feel the powerful grip, as his fingers splayed out to stroke at her youthful flesh.

His eyes dipped to her tits for a moment, taking in the soft swell of them, before he lifted his gaze to her eyes again. "This is a nice house Pixie. You have everything you want an need here. A fine allowance, a pool, a spacious room, numerous perks... all because of me really." he told her with a grin. "All because of me and my job. Your mother, well, lets say that her high maintenance lifestyle would come crashing to an end if anything ever happened to me, if anything ever happened to our marriage." he sighed. "Unfortunately, your mother and i haven't been getting on as well as we once did. Her age is clearly playing a role in decimating her sex drive. Now, the way I see it, Pixie, is that if you want to keep all your nice clothes, spend all that money on these hot little outfits you wear, like this one, outfits you clearly sport in order to make guys want to fuck you." he let his crude words sink in. "Well, if you want to carry on with your high living then the way I see it is, you are going to have to start helping your mother." he nodded towards her, letting his hand ease up onto her thigh as he took a sip.

"Your mother would never have the guts to ask, she would be too ashamed, but it's like this. She's lost her sex drive.. and without it I've lost interest in her. I haven't lost interest in you though, Pixie. You are daddy's favourite. I would hate to have to leave her, because it would mean leaving you. So I've decided that you are going to help her out. You are going to give your daddy, what his wife can't. You are going to help out your mother, because she's too old to get what needs to be done, done." he grinned wickedly. "Do you understand what I'm talking about? If you don't than I guess I better put it into plain words that you can understand." he put down the glass, moving his other hand across to her other knee, turning to face her along the couch. "You are going to have to 'entertain me'. You understand?" he told her.

He glanced down at the obvious bulge forming in his pants, his thick rampant erection no longer able to conceal itself in his suit pants as he looked at her. "You've been teasing my cock with your fuck me outfits fir far too long Pixie.The way you're dressed? It's wasted on boys. Only a man can fully appreciate you and give you what you need. You know that, right? Only a man can afford to keep you in the manner to which you have become accustomed. Only a man knows what to do with a body like yours. It'll be fun, our little secret to keep your mother happy, your allowance rolling in and your daddy in a good mood. And when daddy's in a good mood, he will be more inclined to give you what you want. You get me?" he told her through clenched teeth. "We'll start of easy, slow, get you accustomed to your duties. Take off your top. Show me your perfect sized tits. I want to see how hard you can get your nipples. I want to see how firm they are, I want to see how turned on you can get for your daddy." he hissed. His stern focused expression declared that this was no prank or foolery, His gaze of depraved lust was one every girl knew, the look that said a man had crossed a line and now she was going to pay for every day she had ever spent wearing cock teasing tops, fuck me heels and rape me shorts.

 

[HurtMePlenty]

She listened, focused entirely on him. And it was easy to see on her face as what he was saying began to sink in and click. Color rose in her cheeks, and her gaze dipped down to glance between his legs. The pleasant smile she had was gradually replaced by a look of contemplation and uncertainty as she worried her lower lip with her teeth. Pixie wasn't as dumb as she sometimes she pretended to be. She knew what Robert wanted. She also knew he was absolutely right that if he didn't stay she would lose all the comfort and luxury she'd become accustomed to. And her boyfriend with his minimum wage job couldn't hope to give her the things she wanted.

Nodding she managed to give him a smile. There was still nervousness and uncertainty in it, but it was clear she'd seem things his way. Pixie would do what her daddy asked to make sure the money and gifts kept coming. His expression sent shivers down her spine as she reached behind her neck to undo the little clasp there. It was more intense than any of the other looks he'd given her. And more arousing too. He was the only person, man or boy, to look at her that way. She liked it. The top fell away easily, landing in a heap on the floor as her young breasts were fully exposed. A little shiver of desire ran down her spine as she slid her thumbs over her already hardening nipples.

Pixie could swear she felt his gaze physically. Like with that look alone he was able to touch her. It made it all the easier to do as he said as her body responded eagerly to being watched so intently. Beneath her fingers her nipples hardened, bit taking long to get to the point where not even a bra beneath her shirt could hide them. "How's this?" she asked, her voice carrying an edge of lust to it as she continued to pinch, and tug, and stroke the hard little nubs. As a result she ended up shifting a little on the couch, thighs pressing together as to try and hide that she was getting wet so easily. Breathy little moans tumbled from her lips, and her cheeks were still colored in embarrassment. For all her teasing and flaunting, she'd never done more than give a handjob. And she didn't think he'd be happy with just that.

Her gaze fell away from his face and down to the bulge between his legs. Her tongue darted out briefly to wet her lips, and for a moment she couldn't seem to look away. Even through his slacks Pixie could tell he was bugger than any boy she knew. She didn't think she could hold him unless she used two hands. That was only a guess though. There was really only one way to get a true measure of her daddy's cock. "I've shown you my breasts," she said, her eyes rising to meet his own, "Could you show me your cock now daddy?" It felt so wrong to say that to him. To say it in that way. And yet ... There was something enticing about calling him daddy even as she asked to see his cock. Something that was dirty in the best sort of way. And so long as he didn't object, Pixie could see herself falling into the habit of doing so very easily.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Robert watched Pixie's gaze lower, a crooked and confident smirk spreading across his face as he felt his cock swell even further from the direct attentions of his step daughters gaze. He could see the little whore was processing what he'd told her already, thinking over the pros and cons, deliberating about what to do. His cock pulsed as he waited, half from pride, half from raw animalistic lust, as he thought about each depraved act that he was going to engage in with her young nubile body being used to stand in for that of her useless cock shy mother. As she stripped off her top, exposing her small perfectly sized tits, his eyes widened, his throat growing dry as he snatched up his drink again and killed it. his eyes bore into her, before dropping to gaze at those nipples as her thumbs began to work at them. Sitting their, exposing herself to her own god damn step father, it turned him on like nothing else. Her youthful flesh and innocence were his to control, his to command, his to use and abuse. He had no idea what her limits were, but she had the resilience of the young, hopefully that would be enough for her to endure and survive his craven and dedicated lust.

He looked back at her eyes as she spoke up, her fingers continuing to abuse her bullet hard nubs as she visibly squirmed. Maybe she'd been thinking about fucking him before now? Perhaps as a way to get more money, more freedom, to get what she wanted? It was an easy equation for those who had the drive to pursue it. Women wanted money and men wanted sex... and the sensible women knew how to put those two needs together. "Nice." he replied. "I like the way your nipples match the flush on your cheeks you cock teasing little slut. My own sweet little daughter playing with herself at the drop of a hat, or halter top in this case. That tells me everything I need to know, now doesn't it? It tells me that you are eager to keep things like they are, eager and willing... but whether you are capable remains to be seen doesn't it darling?" he told her with a grin. He ran his right hand up her thigh to her crotch, forcing her legs to apart and allow his fingers to stroke along the crease of her cunt through her tiny little rape me shorts. His other hand reached up, taking hold of one of her hands, moving it aside to allow his own powerful grasp to take hold of her left tit, squeezing it as his own rough thumb stroked and brushed across her hardening nipple there. It was hard to imagine that he had waited so long to feel her like this. A mistake he would not make again.

"I'm the parent in this room, Pixie. I'm the responsible adult, that means that I give the directions, the commands, the orders. If you are really a nasty, cock hungry, little whore who wants to see her daddy's cock? Then you will be the one to unzip me and take it out." he told her. Shoving her right leg against the couch seats, while the other legs was shoved towards the floor as he moved onto his knees between her thighs. The hand down between her legs shifting to cup her mound, his fingers diligently trying to trace out the shape of her cunt beneath the material of her skin tight short shorts. "I can tell you've been thinking about this, haven't you Pixie? Worrying what would happen if your mommy couldn't keep daddy happy. Wondering if you could do the job. Well, now we get to find out, don't we pixie?" he hissed, staring at her, eyes flitting between tits, face, thighs, his roaming gaze feasted on her like she was a piece of meat and he was a hungry predator. "I just wanted to see your tits, but you, well, straight away you want to take out my cock? I like your initiative Pixie, it tells me everything I need to know about my supposedly innocent daughter, now doesn't it." he growled the words, his cock bulging within his suit pants as he waited, expectantly.

"What do you think 'daddy' is going to do to you, Pixie? Do you think you can satisfy him in some way that your mother can't? All she wanted was to be fucked in her nasty useless old cunt, but you Pixie, you can offer me so much more than that, can't you?" he continued. Warped in his tone and his motions. "Do you really think that I'm going to be satisfied by you flashing your tits at me? Do you think you can satisfy me with your hands or your mouth? You have no idea, no idea do you?" he asked through clenched teeth.

 

[HurtMePlenty]

Her legs parted easily for him, her breath quickening slightly as his hand moved closer to her core. Pixie felt her heart racing, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from his as he spoke. A soft moan tumbled from her lips as he felt her through the tiny shorts, and her back arched into the hand that felt her breast. It was so much different being touched and felt by a man than it was with her boyfriend. He felt like he knew what he was doing. That every slid of his fingers between her legs was purposely designed to make her wetter, and his thumb passing over her hard nipple designed to steal her breath. There was no fumbling uncertainty here. Only confidence and a hunger that she'd never seen before. It was easy to see how she felt about what he called her. Her eyes darkened with want with every nasty name, and the way her teeth captured her lower lip told him it was true. She was a cock hungry little whore. Her boyfriend knew it, and now so did her daddy. Pixie nodded in agreement with everything he said. Part of her had wondered what would happen if he left, and if it ever came to that if she could convince him to stay. And now she had the chance to.

But first she wanted to see his cock. Swallowing hard she reached out, slim fingers gliding over the hard bulge in his slacks. "You're right," she said, her gaze leaving his to focus on what was between his legs. "I don't know what you'll do to me even if I know I'll had to do better than a hand job." Her fingers slid up to the button of his slacks. "But I do know that I can do better than mom ... I'm younger. I'm prettier. And I'm willing to do whatever I have to if it means keeping everything you've given me." Slowly she began to undo his slacks, teasing both herself and him as she took her time revealing his manhood. "So teach me daddy. Show me what it takes to make you happy."

Pixie shifted to sit up on her knees in front of him, soft lips gliding over his jaw in a way she knew could drive her boyfriend crazy. Her fingers undid his slacks and now sought to push them down around his hips. "And that's really the difference isn't it?" she purred, "Mom only cares about herself and what she wants. I care about what you want." There was something about bad mouthing her mom to her step-dad that felt deliciously wrong. Especially when said step-dad was about to use her body in ways she likely couldn't imagine at that moment. Finally she felt his cock come free, and her gaze fell to look at the hard shaft.

He was easily bigger than her boyfriend. Something she'd been able to tell through his pants, and it was hard to believe her mom would let such a nice cock go to waste. Her small hand palmed the length of him, marveling at his size and testing his girth. It was in that moment Pixie decided her mom was an idiot. Not only was Robert rich, but he was well-hung and easy on the eyes. If her mom was going to lose him, then Pixie was going to make sure that he became hers instead.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Pixie's flesh felt hot under Roberts finger tips, as he smoothed them along her thigh and up to the crease of her cunt. Her tiny 'rape me' short shorts provided almost as little protection for her cunt lips as Lulu Lemons would, the yoga pants which were responsible for a three hundred percent rise in sexual assault at gyms, at least in his imagination. He wondered if she owned any, he'd have to suggest them as part of the new wardrobe she would be wearing, now that she was on the menu for sex as his personal fuck toy. After today there were many things which would need to change around the home, to make her more accessible as a replacement for her mother Gwyneth and to keep him hard every time he looked in her direction. Her mother would hardly notice, after all most young girls liked to dress like sluts, it was part of their journey to being full blown cock teasing little whores. All the while his mind tossed his depraved thoughts about, his cock raged and stiffened, swelling larger and larger as he feasted his eyes on her and abused her body with his hands. Her pert young nipples and the groove of her cunt acting like magnets for his attentions.

He hissed as he felt her fingers on his cock, the huge rod springing forth from his suit pants to bob and twitch in front of her. The fat helm was dripping with pre cum already, its weeping slit serving to have turned his shaft partially slick with its juices. His rampant erection throbbed and pulsed against her fingers as she knelt up in front of him, moving her lips to his jaw. His hand reached out, sliding behind her head to grasp at her hair. With a fistful of her golden strands between his fingers he manhandled her like she was nothing, forcing her lips away from his jaw and onto his mouth. He kissed her ferociously, tongue fucking her mouth as he forced it between her lips and onto her own tongue. Hot breath and spit entwined as he indulged himself in a lust fuelled passionate kiss, gasping, forcing himself against her until he was ready to part lips, strings of spit fading away as he leaned back to admire his handiwork. "It's been a while since i was this fucking hard Pixie, look what you do to your 'daddy' he used the word sarcastically almost. Would she have fucked her real father? He bet she would have, the dirty little whore would have fucked anyone to keep what she had, and he liked that about her. As long as she was fucking him, things were going to be perfect.

"That's it..." he sighed, feeling her small palm hot against his shaft. he used his other hand to reach for her tits again, squeezing and torturing her nipples beneath a crude grasp. Then he move dhi shand to her throat, squeezing it as he pulle don her hair, tugging back her head. "Now, stuff your other hand down your shorts. Touch yourself for daddy,, stroke your tight little cunt, getr it wet and soaking, get it dripping into those tiny little rape me shorts you are wearing... while you use your other hand to fuck my cock until I tell you otherwise." he told her. "You need to get your daddy really hard, really slick, while you finger fuck your own sweet innocent looking cunt." he growled at her, leaning in his teased her throat with his teeth, shifting to the side to clench them on her flesh, giving her a playful bite on her neck she'd have fun trying to explain.

"Your mother would never be so brazen and filthy. You need to show me what a nasty little slut you are, a slut who is so much better than her useless mother. She's just a fucking obstacle for you Pixie. I'm the one who is going to make your life so much fucking better. When we’re done here I'll make sure you get that new phone you wanted, as well as a new outfit that you will wear for me, that you will wear for your daddy when he wants you to. In fact you are going to be doing many things that daddy wants you to, starting with fucking yourself in front of him until you are right on the fucking edge. Daddy wants to see what a dirty little girl looks like, when she is abusing her cunt with her fingers while she jerks him off. You better make sure that you don't come before daddy tells you to though." he grunted, pulling her head back so he could look into her eyes.