The sun was setting as Joey pulled into the driveway, the weight of a long day at the base lifting from his shoulders. He was looking forward to a quiet perved family night at home with his wife, Laura, no plan for any step daughter with step dad meeting. As he opened the front door, he found a note taped to the fridge. It read:
“I have a little surprise for you. Go upstairs, put on the handcuffs and blindfold on the bed, and wait for me. – Laura”
Joey raised an eyebrow, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He couldn’t help but be intrigued. He quickly made his way upstairs, shedding his uniform along the way. On the bed, as promised, lay a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. He secured the cuffs around his wrists, the cool metal sending a shiver down his spine. He then placed the blindfold over his eyes, plunging himself into darkness.
He could hear the soft hum of the vibrator as it approached his cock, already hard and eager. A laugh, low and sultry, echoed through the room. “You like that, don’t you?” the voice whispered. Joey was taken aback; it wasn’t Laura’s voice. He tugged at the blindfold, but it was secured too tightly.
“Who is it?” he asked, his voice laced with both curiosity and arousal.
A soft chuckle, then the hum of the vibrator grew louder. It teased his big cock, sending electric shocks of pleasure through him. “Guess,” the voice replied.
Joey’s mind raced. He knew it wasn’t Laura, but who else could it be? He felt a warm breath on his ear before soft lips pressed a gentle kiss. “Do you know what today is?” the voice asked.
Joey shook his head, “April Fools?”
Another laugh, this one closer to his ear. “Exactly. And I have a little step daughter with step dad surprise for you.”
The vibrator was replaced with a warm, wet mouth. Joey moaned, his hips bucking against the unexpected pleasure. He could feel the gentle suction, the teasing of his tip with a tongue. He was lost in the sensation, his mind a haze of pleasure.
“Fuck, who are you?” he managed to gasp out.
The mouth withdrew briefly. “It’s Krissy,” the voice whispered.
Joey stilled, his mind processing the information. Krissy Knight, his sexy stepdaughter. The realization sent a jolt of excitement through him, mixed with a hint of guilt. He pushed the thought aside, his body overriding his mind.
“Krissy,” he repeated, his voice thick with desire. “You’re playing with fire, baby.”
She chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through his cock. “I know,” she said, her voice heavy with desire. “But I like it hot.”
Joey could feel her moving, her body shifting against his. He could smell her, her scent intoxicating. He felt her hand on his cock, stroking him slowly. He moaned, his hips moving in sync with her hand.
“You’re so hard,” she murmured, her breath hot against his skin. “I can feel it. You want me, don’t you?”
Joey nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” he admitted. “I want you, Krissy.”
She gave a soft moan, her hand moving faster. Joey could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing. He was close, so close.
“Fuck, Krissy,” he groaned. “I’m going to come.”
Krissy’s hand moved faster, her mouth coming down on his cock again. Joey let out a loud groan as he came, his body convulsing with pleasure. Krissy swallowed every drop, her mouth still on his cock until the last shudder subsided.
Joey was panting, his body limp with satisfaction. Krissy withdrew, her lips brushing against his inner thigh. He could feel her moving, the bed shifting with her weight.
“Krissy,” he called out, his voice hoarse. “Where are you going?”
