A Lesson in Confidence | 18+ Stepdaddy/daughter

A Bad Night

Loren unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it into the corner hamper. She never wore a bra. Then she shimied out of her skirt and clipped it onto a hanger in her closet. She reached down between her thighs pressing against her white cotton panties. She was still a little tender from messing around with Mark earlier in the night but in the moment it felt incredible. She just wished she wasn't such a nervous wreck when it came to sex. What was her problem? Was it self-esteem? Was it fear? Being anxiety ridden sucked.

She sat on her bed and put her airpods in. Enya was her favourite artist. There was just something so soothing about her voice that sent her into zen. Only tonight her brain couldn't stop thinking about how horrible her evening went with Mark.

They'd plopped down on the sofa and had started Mrs. Doubtfire on Netflix. He slid his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into him. His hand dangled conveniently in front of her blouse. She knew where this was going.

He smirked. "You're so sexy." She felt him playfully pull at the tip of her breast. "I love your big nipples." He kissed her neck.

This had become their routine over the past couple months. He'd get handsy and then he'd turn his focus to her vagina, which she was always quick to derail by stroking his penis and giving him a blowjob. He was always satisified after a good release.

Suddenly he grabbed her by the hips and swung her around. Now she was horizontal on the sofa, her head propped up against the armrest, and her knees pointed upwards to the ceiling. Her pulse begin to race. Things were progressing faster than their usual petting sessions.

"I want your pussy." He pulled her knees apart eagerly with his hands.

Her skirt stretched tauntly across her thighs creating a barrier between them. She could see his hungry eyes just above the hem of her skirt. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She felt his hand press against the mound of her vulva. His thumb brushed along the fabric crease of her panties wedged between her labia. It felt good. Her panty was pulled aside unveiling a full bush of blonde pubic hair.

"Damn," His eyes big, "I love a hairy pussy!"

For almost two months -- six weeks to be exact -- she'd worked hard to deter him from her snatch but maybe this time would be different. She felt his thumb slip inside her, moving in a circular motion.

"You're so wet..." He pulled out and three fingers went in up to the knuckles. Her cunt gripped tightly around them. This was the first time having anything inside her. At home she'd just rub one out and that got the job done. But this was so much better... And maybe letting Mark finger her would be enough to avoid sex? Her hips began to rock in a stready rythmic motion as she savoured the moment.

Just then he stopped.

She opened her eyes at him jumping up and hastily undoing his belt buckle.

"I want to be inside you." He panted. His jeans fell at his hips and the tip of his penis sprung up through the opening of his boxer-briefs.

Frantic, she sat up. "Not tonight!"  

His face went sour. "Huh?" He scoffed. "It's been like two fucking months."

She bobbed her head incessantly. "I know, I know. I'm sorry..."

"Riiight." He grunted, and shoved his hard cock back into his jeans. "Not tonight, not ever."

"Please! Put your cock in my mouth!" She insisted. "I want to pleasure you!"

"I don't want a fucking blowjob, Loren!" He yelled. "I wanna fuck!"