Lou Laine lounged on the couch, her long, raven hair cascading over her shoulders as she flipped through a fashion magazine. She was a vision of sultry confidence, her hazel eyes scanning the pages with an air of boredom. At 28, she was a force to be reckoned with—tall and curvy, with full, pouty lips and a body that turned heads. Yet, she was perpetually unsatisfied in the bedroom, her current string of minute men leaving much to be desired. She decided to initiate a step daughter with step dad discussion about her predicament.
The front door creaked open, and in walked Filthy Rich, her stepfather. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a rugged charm, his salt-and-pepper hair giving him an air of distinguished maturity. His eyes, a striking blue, landed on Lou, and he raised an eyebrow. “Lou, what are you doing home on a Wednesday afternoon?”
Lou smirked, putting down the magazine. “Just relaxing, Dad. You?”
“Running some errands,” he replied, his voice deep and authoritative. “But I see you’re not the one running today.”
Lou chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “No, not today. But I was thinking about something else.”
Filthy Rich raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Men,” Lou said, her voice laced with frustration. “Why can’t they last longer than a minute?”
Filthy Rich laughed, taking a seat on the armchair across from her. “Well, Lou, not all men are created equal. Some just need more practice.”
“Practice?” Lou scoffed. “I’m not a perved family training ground. I want a man who can keep up with me.”
Filthy Rich’s eyes lingered on her, a hint of challenge in his gaze. “Maybe you need someone who’s been around the block a few times. Someone with experience.”
Lou leaned forward, her eyes locked onto his. “And maybe I do.”
The room filled with a tense silence, the air thick with unspoken desires. Filthy Rich broke the tension first, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “You’re playing with fire, Lou.”
Lou’s smirk widened. “I like fire, Dad. And I think you do too.”
Filthy Rich stood up, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re teasing me, little girl.”
Lou stood as well, her voice a sultry purr. “I’m not a little girl, Dad. I’m a woman who knows what she wants.”
Filthy Rich took a step closer, his voice a growl. “And what do you want, Lou?”
Lou’s breath hitched, her body responding to his nearness. “I want something long and hard, Dad. Something that can last more than a minute.”
Filthy Rich closed the distance between them, his hands cupping her face. “You’re asking for trouble, Lou.”
Lou’s eyes locked onto his, her voice a whisper. “I like trouble, Dad. Give me what I want.”
Filthy Rich’s lips crashed onto hers, his kiss demanding and passionate. Lou moaned into his mouth, her body pressing against his. His hands explored her curves, his fingers finding the zipper of her dress and slowly pulling it down.
Lou gasped as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her hardening nipples. She broke away from the kissing, her breath ragged. “I want more, Dad. I want all of you.”
Filthy Rich’s eyes darkened, his voice a low growl. “You’re playing with fire, Lou. But I like it.”
He scooped her up, carrying her to the bedroom. Lou wrapped her legs around his waist, her lips finding his again. He laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers. His hands trailed down her body, his fingers finding the hem of her dress and slowly pulling it off.
Lou lay before him, naked and eager. Filthy Rich’s eyes roamed over her body, his voice a hungry growl. “You’re beautiful, Lou. So fucking beautiful.”
Lou’s body arched as his fingers found her clit, his touch gentle yet firm. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. “Daddy, please. I need more step daughter with step dad action.”
Filthy Rich’s fingers slid inside her, his thumb continuing to circle her clit. Lou’s moans grew louder, her teen body writhing beneath him. “You feel so good, Daddy. So good.”
Filthy Rich’s lips found her nipple, his tongue circling it before sucking it into his mouth. Lou’s back arched, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Yes, Daddy. Yes.”
Filthy Rich’s fingers left her pussy, and Lou whimpered at the loss. But her whimpers turned into moans as his cock replaced his fingers, filling her completely. Lou’s eyes rolled back, her petite body adjusting to his size.
“Daddy,” she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. “You feel so good. So hard.”
Filthy Rich began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. Lou’s moans filled the room, her body arching to meet his every thrust. “Harder, Daddy. Harder.”
Filthy Rich’s thrusts became more forceful, his cock hitting her G-spot with each thrust. Lou’s moans turned into screams, her body trembling with pleasure. “Yes, Daddy. Yes. Right there. Right there.”
Filthy Rich’s thrusts became erratic, his body tensing as he neared his release. Lou’s body tightened around him, her own orgasm building. “Cum with me, Daddy. Cum with me.”
Filthy Rich’s body shuddered, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum. Lou’s body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her. “Yes, Daddy. Yes.”
Stepdad and stepdaughter lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths ragged. Filthy Rich rolled off her, pulling her into his arms. Lou snuggled against him, her eyes filled with satisfaction. “That step daughter with step dad action was… incredible.”
Filthy Rich chuckled, his fingers tracing patterns on her back. “I told you I could give you what you want.”
Lou smiled, her eyes filled with contentment. “You did, Daddy. You did.”
