Thread: The Step Daughter! (Jack Stalker and HurtMePlenty)

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.