I had always known that Kylie Quinn was a handful, but I never expected her to be this bratty. When she casually sauntered out of the house with an oversized handbag on St. Patrick’s Day, I should have known better than to let her get away with the step dad and step daughter trick.
“Kylie,” I called out, “come here a second.” Her eyes narrowed as she turned to face me, her handbag clutched tightly to her side. I motioned for her to come closer. “Show me what’s in your bag.”
She rolled her eyes but complied, placing the bag on the perved family kitchen counter and unzipping it. I couldn’t believe what I saw—a skimpy holiday outfit that left little to the imagination.
“No way,” I said firmly. “You’re not going out dressed like that.”
“Come on, Dad,” she pouted. “It’s St. Patrick’s Day!”
“I don’t care if it’s Christmas. You’re not going out like that.”
She huffed and stomped off to her room. I thought that was the end of it, but I was wrong.
About an hour later, she emerged, dressed in the same tiny outfit. The skirt was so short, I could almost see her shaved pussy. Her top was equally revealing, leaving little to the imagination.
“Kylie,” I said sternly, “I told you, you’re not going out like that.”
“But, Dad,” she pleaded, her eyes filled with mischief. “It’s just for fun.”
I stood up to leave, but she took a step closer, her eyes falling to my crotch. I could see the curiosity in her gaze, and before I knew it, she was looking at my bulge.
“Wow,” she whispered, reaching out to touch it. “Is that for me?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Kylie, what are you doing?”
“I just want to see it,” she said, her hand still on my cock. “It looks so big.”
I hesitated, but the sight of her in that outfit, her eyes filled with desire, was too much to resist. I unzipped my pants, and she gasped as my cock sprang free. She was right; it was a big cock, and she looked utterly fascinated.
“Can I touch it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, and she reached out, wrapping her little hand around my shaft. She stroked it gently, her eyes never leaving my cock.
“Can I… can I suck it?” she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.
I hesitated for a moment before nodding. She knelt down, her mouth opening wide as she took the head of my cock into her mouth. She sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the tip. I groaned, my hands going to her head as I guided her up and down my shaft.
She sucked eagerly, her mouth watering as she took more of my cock into her throat. I could feel her gagging slightly, but she didn’t stop. She was determined to take all of me.
After a few minutes, I pulled her up, my cock glistening with her saliva. I sat down on the couch, and she climbed on top of me, her hands going to my cock as she guided it to her pussy. She was so wet, her juices coating my shaft as she slid down onto me.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back as she took all of me. “It’s so big.”
I gripped her hips, helping her to ride me. She moved slowly at first, her body adjusting to the size of my cock. But soon, she was moving faster, her moaning filling the room as she chased her orgasm.
I lifted her off me and turned her around, bending her over the couch. I pushed her skirt up, revealing her bare ass. I rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy, teasing her before pushing into her. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping the couch as I filled her completely.
I fucked her hard, her moans growing louder with each thrust. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock, her muscles clenching as she came. I pulled out just in time, my cock exploding with cum as I shot it all over her face.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with step dad and step daughter satisfaction as she licked the cum from her lips. “I guess now I know why Mom married you,” she said, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
