Playing With My Pussy To Tease My Step-Daddy

I get too loud when I’m playing with my pussy.

Playing with my pussy is a risky procedure when staying at my parents’ house for the holidays! But honestly, I stopped giving a fuck about that in college. And you know why? Well, it started with one incredibly frustrating tease. I went home for the Christmas holidays during my first year of college. My boyfriend had been sexting and flirting all week to entertain me, but he hadn’t really kept me ‘busy’ with it. See, I’m insatiable sometimes. I’m such a slut that I had previously sexted three guys simultaneously. I had like three different fantasies flashing through my head all at once. And I don’t regret a thing; I was in bliss! But now you have a better idea of how naughty and insistent I can be.

And my step-dad definitely got to enjoy my naughty antics, too. See, from all the texting and frustration, I was rapidly reaching my limit. I couldn’t just sit by and do nothing about it, you know? I was dripping wet, daydreaming, and couldn’t stop thinking about getting bent over the kitchen counter and fucked within an inch of my life. That’s always what my boyfriend texted me about then, my favorite fantasy. But he couldn’t DO anything about it; he hadn’t come home with me! So playing with my pussy was the next best thing.

And I didn’t care if anyone heard me.

Nope! No fucks given. See, I thought I was being sly about it all. I picked the perfect morning for playing with my pussy, when the house was empty as could be. Except for my step-dad, he was working on god-knows-what in his office down the hall. I figured he’d be busy or have some headphones in, and he wouldn’t hear me. And I can usually be pretty quiet when I’m playing with myself and just using my fingers. But this time, I got a little brave. I was so horny, I truly needed to use one of my toys, so I whipped out a little rabbit I’d packed. I even turned on the fan in my room, near the door, to create a little ‘blanket’ of white noise. See? I’m good at this. But I wasn’t prepared for one thing.

My step-dad was not working, he was not wearing headphones, and he was most definitely watching porn and daydreaming of me. So when he heard the faint buzz of a toy down the hall, he got up to investigate. He probably wondered if it was just wishful thinking, and I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom. But no, his suspicions were most certainly right. The closer he drew to my bedroom, the more he heard that little whir of my vibrator. And there I was, lost in bliss, playing with my pussy without a care in the world. I even bit down on my lip, trying not to make too much noise with my breathing and soft moans.

But playing with my pussy was a loud affair.

Even when I tried to be silent! I didn’t exactly plan for my step-daddy to be right at the door, indulging in every little sound and detail. And finally, he couldn’t help himself anymore. With one of my soft, yearning moans, he finally opened the door. I didn’t even notice at first. I was hidden under the sheets playing with my pussy. But the look on my face was clear as day, and so was the sound of my vibrator now. When I saw him, I panicked, more so because he didn’t freak out and shut the door as I expected! No, my step-daddy walked towards me instead, craving me as much as I was craving a real, hard dick right then.

And then, he climbed on the bed with me. “Couldn’t wait for your boyfriend, huh?” he taunted. Though I’d tried to cover up with the sheets and act modest, I was still playing with my pussy. When I giggled at his comment, I couldn’t help but moan as the vibrator hit my g-spot just right. And that’s when he couldn’t resist me anymore; he had to join and take over. He pulled down the sheets and started kissing along my neck, and his touch felt like ecstasy. I was right in the middle of an orgasm—how could I say no? Every light touch felt like bliss, and it made him so hard… How could I resist? Could you resist your wicked college step-daughter either? Call me, let’s see for ourselves.

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