The stepfather's lover

Foreword.

I don't laugh anymore, these aren't children's games... your belt makes a sound when it unbuckles, and I don't know how I should accept it, we can say that it's part of an innocent game between father and daughter or this stopped being a game a long time ago, because looking at the clock it's 3 in the morning again, but for some reason your call keeps coming into my mailbox, I don't want to answer it, but it's necessary to do, so I suppose this is okay, and I think I know you well, therefore, I can decipher you and I want to get out of this hidden hole, but like many times before, you tell me again that it will be the last time, that you feel alone, but all this is upside down, because for a while everything is fine, but you have a big mess in your mind and that's why I don't want to believe you...

YOU SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME, BUT YOU DON'T LOVE ME!!!

You're only used to having me close, to me being the first thing you can see and notice when loneliness wins over you again; I'm clear about what you prefer, but I'm not being honest with myself because I'm flying the nest, but I'm scared dad, I don't want to let you go, I always end up coming back to you again and again because you've become my refuge and my safe place.

I GUESS IT'S NOT TOO BAD...

I don't want to continue in a relationship with a newbie who doesn't know anything; I need someone to punish me, reprimand me and educate me, someone who isn't pretending to be a man but really is one, I don't want a child or a boy, I want a rewarding experience that stays in my blood for life, that makes me feel like I'm alive and that I haven't died, because that kind of love still exists, it's forbidden, and I know it, but it's much better to do things secretly, in silence in a place where no one can judge our way of loving.

I guarantee that I will take you to paradise, even when the world is turning, and we're not looking, what some don't take care of, others take advantage of.

I want you to take advantage of me, use me as your toy daddy, I want to try again and again and again...

Many say that you are used to having me and that is why you cannot see other flowers around you, but I must confess that I do not want you to see other flowers, because if you do, I will poison those flowers so that they do not touch my damn things, because if the good ones go to heaven and the bad ones go everywhere, you stay by my side, because there is something that I want to show you, and it is to prove to you that it is not an obsession what I feel for you nor a new experience that I desire, because what I feel for you is a kind of love that is only seen once in a lifetime, trust me.

Don't be afraid because at night there is only one way, let's do it in the dark, at the time you usually call me, because when I look for you, you start to question where I'm going to take you, knowing that with me, you don't have to worry, prepare me and give me your body today, but first you have to relax with a shot of whiskey that falls on your strong chest... you know why I looked for you.

I know that it intrigues you and that's normal, but you haven't prepared me since always... and that's just how I am, you know that this is until the body can take it...

DO IT ONCE MORE AND YOU'LL SEE THAT DESIRE LIGHTS UP JUST BY HEARING YOUR VOICE SAYING THAT I AM A GOOD GIRL...

Chapter 1.

Drenched in sweat.

I don't even know how I got to this point, I only know that we speak a language, and it's one that makes my senses vibrate, I was so wet that I didn't know if I could bear him sliding inside me again, but the way he leaned me over his desk aggressively made my desire shoot up even more while his large length rubbed my entrance... I need it right there; right now...

My body arched back, trying to hold back the moans, while his silhouette fell on me... I didn't realize that I was slipping and falling off the desk until my numb hands couldn't continue rubbing my bean, because I had reached the limit of an orgasm so big, that it took me out of my fantasy, making me fall from the desk chair to the floor.

It was then that the blow brought me back to reality, I had my clothes on, I was in his office, but I wasn't in the middle of any sex other than in my mind, it's incredible how much I wanted Sergei Gosha, my father, to do it with me.

I couldn't hold back the desire I had for him, the guy was tall, blond, with a broad back and well-defined muscles that made his veins stand out and my legs trembled just by looking at him.

I stayed there sitting on the floor trying to recover from that orgasm, then the door opened and one of the heads of my father's work team came in.

Galilea, a brunette with light eyes and curly hair laughed at me and I felt ridiculous, because she knew about the kind of fantasies I used to have with my father...

I got goosebumps and shuddered, because it felt so real, standing up I dusted myself off to hear her say: if you didn't sleep enough last night maybe you shouldn't be here... ¿what would have happened Stephy if your father had found you in this state?

You know the trouble you've already gotten more than one person into on this floor... you should control your voice a little, outside you could hear the moans so loud and clear as if you were really being fucked.

In my defense I could only say: Galilea, if you understood my situation even a little you would see how difficult it is to control yourself and try to insinuate something with someone who is completely busy.

He wouldn't turn to look at me even if I paid him, the brunette did nothing but laugh, picked up some notes from the desk, and we headed to the elevators, in the meantime I took the opportunity to look at myself in the reflective walls, my blonde hair with that miniskirt that I used to only wear to come to my dad's work.

I wish I had the desired body to get his attention, but he likes dark-skinned women and a big butt like my stepmother's, however, here I am, the skinny 18-year-old girl with a bust according to my age, a small waist and a pompous butt, which is not even half of my stepmother's, how much I hate her, I hope she gets run over by a car one of these days, because she has stolen my father's attention just as she takes advantage of his money.

If it weren't for my father's company, that woman probably wouldn't even exist in our lives, and maybe, just maybe, my father will stop seeing me as a girl and look at me with the eyes of a woman, but those are fantasies that I use to escape reality and evade my destiny.

I was recently accepted into the school of Psychology, where my stepmother's son, Rony, will also begin to study. He has been trying to get my attention for a long time, and even my father would approve of him. I simply don't like basic and silly guys because I want a man...

Chapter 2.

Scolding.

When we got to the elevator doors, and they opened, there he was, wearing a black suit that hugged every inch of his muscles, his firm legs, and the fabric elegantly showed off his virility.

He looked like he had just cut his hair, I loved this new look, it suited him well, it highlighted his bone structure more, he was the man of my dreams, the most handsome I had ever seen, so much so that I was left open-mouthed and in a daze as I looked up and down at his elegance, but in my place, ¿who wouldn't be?... He looked like a God and I wanted to be his submissive...

Galilea noticed before my father looked up, she pinched me behind the arm and brought me out of my thoughts, I could only say: nice to see you, good morning father, to which Sergei answered with a hard expression: there is nothing good about it, go home, take off that miniskirt and burn it, you are my daughter, and you cannot dress like a prostitute... and before you tell me that this is the fashion I can tell you that you do not need to follow a fashion: You look terrible, horrible, you practically have a sign on your face that says I am a whore.

His harsh words made everyone around me notice, even Galilea lowered her gaze, the humiliation was very great and for some reason she felt her stomach ache.

I was upset when I saw the hardness in his eyes, it was really overwhelming, ¿why couldn't he be like in my fantasies? ¿Why did he have to be so harsh with his words that he didn't even measure them in the place where he was?

Treating me like anyone was a shame, much more when I'm supposed to be his daughter, but I had to admit to myself that when I heard his deep voice I felt like I was dying, I was so angry that I wondered if there could really be moisture on my legs... and what was more important if I reacted to his voice, ¿what would happen if one day that beautiful 2 meter 10 man really touched me?

I breathed deeply to try to expel that thought from my mind, it was crazy, my father was not interested in me in that way, it was impossible, that was made clear more than once with his attitude and his harsh words to me.

However, whenever Megan, my stepmother, appeared, things changed.

She really was a woman I didn't like, not because of her skin color, but because for many years she has tried to get me to talk to her in one way or another as a mother figure.

She wants to replace my mother in my life, but on more than one occasion I have made it clear to her that I, Stephy Gosha, will never and will never accept her as one of my own.

Maybe that is what bothers her or hurts her because she is always complaining to my father and then my father tells me that I have to go ask her for forgiveness, but my pride has never let me leave my room and look at her to say those words, much less to someone who is not even my color.

I could not lower myself before such a hypocritical and opportunistic woman.