Chapter 3 Step-dad Assistant

• Yes, he quickly replied. Just sprained my ankle hiking. No biggie.?
• I grinded my teeth. I hated being so far away from him. I should’ve been there. I should’ve been able to keep him from hurting myself. Derrick always took more chances, more risks when he wasn’t with me. If William hadn’t thrown a hissy fit…
• I pushed back my anger to comfort my boyfriend. I’m sorry. How can I make u feel better?
• His reply came as no shock to me. Well, u could always tell me what ur up to…
• That was code for “sexting.” William wanted me to concoct some sordid tale he could jack off to—that was always the goal. I smiled. It had been a while since we’d last fucked. I was dying for some attention, too.
• And since my stepfather was busy for the next hour or so, I had plenty of time to do one more naughty thing at work.
• I began texting him a reply, greatly exaggerating what I was actually doing. I told him what I was wearing in excruciating detail, though I shortened the hemline of my skirt considerably and left more than a few buttons undone on my blouse. I described it as “sheer,” too, which thrilled Derrick to no end. He loved my tits, especially when they were thinly-veiled. He liked the “mystery” of it, even though he’d seen them a million times before.
• I told him I was bored and lonely and worried about my poor, sweet boyfriend and his injured ankle. I thought maybe a blowjob would help and told him all about how I’d wrap my lips around his tip, giving him a hard, slow suck as I looked into his eyes and fluttered my lashes. That always drove him crazy, and today was no exception to the rule.
• I could tell he was getting excited, which meant he had his hand down his pants stroking that thick beer can of a cock I loved so much. I tried to tell myself that this was only for his benefit, but the truth was that I was getting horny, too. Really horny. My pussy was soaking wet, and I could feel my panties clinging to me beneath my skirt. It was getting uncomfortable, and every pulse of my heart brought a similar one to my aching clit.
• I glanced again at the doors. My stepfather was still busy on the phone. Could I really get away with touching myself at my desk?
• It was insane. But also hot. I couldn’t resist. I just had to.
• I kept texting Derrick with one hand while I hiked up my skirt with the other, sliding my chair far beneath my desk as I revealed my panties. They were drenching, hugging my shaven lips, and I peeled them to the side to expose the hungry, salivating flesh beneath. I pressed my fingers into my slit, lightly grazing them over my clit and gasping when I made contact with that little nub I loved to tease. It really had been a long time. One touch nearly put me over the edge right then and there.
• I began stroking it, parting my lips wide to tease and caress it. My body warmed immediately, my nipples jutting through the cups of my bra, stiffening as I thought of Derrick touching himself for me. I loved the way that cock looked in his hand, so big and meaty. I’d never seen one quite like it, until I met him, and it had spoiled me for all other cocks.
• Or at least, that was what I’d thought at the time.
• I bit my lip, half-closing my eyes as I imagined Derrick’s tip swelling, his shaft throbbing as he grew closer and closer to climax. He always came so much, spattering his load all over my tits and sometimes on my face as he snarled with pleasure. I loved the look he got on his face, that expression of restraint as he tried to hold back. But I knew just how to make him blow, even when he was trying so desperately not do.
• Lost in my fantasies, I only barely registered my stepfather opening the door to his office. I startled, throwing myself forward in the chair and nearly hurling my phone across the room. It was terribly conspicuous, and he immediately knew I’d been up to something.
• But I didn’t have time to adjust my position. My hand was still caught between my thighs. Heart racing, I stared into my stepfather’s suspicious eyes.
• “What are you doing?” he asked me.
• N-nothing,” I replied. I swallowed hard, almost choking on that lie. I was in deep shit, and I had no way out.
• My stepfather began to walk around my side of the desk, and I desperately tried to figure out a way to free my hand without him noticing. But I couldn’t do all that and hike my skirt down at the same time. He was inches away from me, rounding the corner of my desk. I was screwed.
• My cheeks burned crimson as he stared at me, at my rumpled skirt, then at my hand beneath the desk. He narrowed his eyes.
• “Scoot your chair back.”
• I tried to sound innocent. “Daddy, I…”
• “Now.”
• I swallowed hard, reluctantly obeying the command. As I wheeled away from the desk, a little whimper escaped my throat. My hand was still under my skirt and soaking wet with my pussy juices.
• My stepfather looked at me for a long time. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. He just kept staring, like he hadn’t even decided yet. Then he licked his lips and said, “Lift up your hand now.”
• My eyes widened. “Daddy, don’t, you just can't…”
• But there was no moving him. I’d been caught red-handed, and he wanted to rub it in.