STEPDADDY DIARIES

VIP Room

Jordan pushed through the smoky entrance of the club, the bass thumping through his chest.

He had come for a quick drink and a distraction after another long day at his office, but the moment the spotlight hit the stage his stomach dropped.

There she was, his stepdaughter Nora, wearing nothing but a tiny thong and heels, rolling her hips to the music. Her t**s bounced with every step, n*****s hard under the colored lights. The crowd cheered as she dropped into a squat and spread her knees, flashing the thin strip of fabric that was barely covering her p***y.

Jordan’s jaw clenched and without thinking, he shoved past the tables, ignoring the bouncers, and grabbed her wrist the second she stepped off the stage. “What the f**k are you doing here, Nora?” he hissed.

Nora smiled like she had been expecting him. “Making money, of course. You look pissed as hell though. Do you want to talk to me somewhere private? I know the perfect place we could talk.” she nodded toward the VIP hallway.

He dragged her into the first empty room and slammed the door. The blue neon sign outside glowed through the glass, painting her skin. Jordan paced, running a hand through his hair. “You’re barely nineteen, Nora. I know I said you should get a job but this isn't the kind of job you should be doing for f***s sake.”

She stepped closer, pressing her bare t**s against his chest. “Well I like what I do and I like knowing you're this possessive of me.” Her hand slid down his stomach and cupped the growing bulge in his jeans. “It feels like you want what I want too.”

Jordan tried to step back, but the couch caught the back of his knees. Nora pushed him down and climbed into his lap, straddling him. She ground her barely-covered p***y against his zipper, the heat of her soaking through the denim. “You always stare at me at home, Jordan,” she whispered. “Now you can touch and do anything else.”

She reached between them, unzipped his fly, and pulled his c**k out. It sprang up thick and hard. Nora wrapped her fingers around the shaft and stroked him slowly, thumb smearing the bead of precum over the head.

Jordan’s hands found her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks, pulling her closer until her thong slid aside and her wet slit rubbed directly against his c**k.

“f**k, Nora,” he groaned.

She lifted her hips, lined him up, and sank down in one smooth motion. Her p***y stretched around him, tight and hot, taking every inch until her ass met his thighs. She stayed still for a second, letting him feel how deep he was, then started riding. Her t**s bounced in his face. Jordan sucked one n****e into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make her moan.

Nora braced her hands on his shoulders and f****d him harder, the wet sound of her p***y filling the small room. Jordan thrust up to meet her, gripping her hips, driving his c**k into her again and again. She leaned back, reached down, and rubbed her c**t while she rode him. Her walls fluttered around his shaft.

“c*m inside me,” she panted. “I want to feel your c*m fill me up completely.”

Jordan’s control snapped. He flipped her onto the couch, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and slammed back into her. The new angle let him drive deeper.

He pounded her p***y, balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. Nora’s moans turned into sharp cries. Her nails raked down his back as she came, p***y squeezing him in rhythmic pulses.

He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of c*m deep inside her. It overflowed around his c**k and trickled down her ass crack onto the leather. Jordan kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing his load deeper until he finally stilled.

They stayed locked together for a minute, breathing hard. Nora reached between them, scooped some of the c*m leaking out, and licked her fingers clean. “Round two?” she asked, already stroking his c**k back to hardness inside her.

Jordan answered by pulling out, flipping her onto her stomach, and yanking her thong down to her knees. He spread her cheeks and drove back into her p***y from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other reaching around to rub her swollen c**t. Nora pushed back against him, taking every thrust. The couch creaked under them.

He f****d her until she came again, then pulled out and pressed the head of his c**k against her asshole. Nora reached back and spread herself wider. “Do it,” she whispered.

Jordan pushed in slowly, stretching her tight ring until the head popped inside. He worked his c**k deeper with short thrusts, using the c*m still dripping from her p***y as lube. Once he was fully seated he started f*****g her ass in long strokes. Nora moaned into the cushion, pushing back to meet him.

Jordan reached under her and shoved two fingers into her c*m-filled p***y, f*****g both holes at once. Nora’s whole body shook. She came hard around his fingers and c**k, her ass clenching rhythmically. Jordan groaned and pumped another load deep in her ass, filling her until it leaked out around his shaft.

He pulled out slowly, watching his c*m drip from both holes. Nora rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and pulled him down for a messy kiss. “We’re not done yet,” she said, guiding his softening c**k back to her p***y.

Jordan sank into her again, f*****g her slow and deep while they kissed. c*m squelched out with every thrust, coating his balls. Nora wrapped her legs around his waist and held him close, grinding her c**t against the base of his c**k until she came one more time, milking another smaller load from him.

They finally collapsed, sweaty and spent, c*m drying on their skin. Nora traced lazy circles on his chest. “Are we going to do this again soon?” she asked.

Jordan didn’t answer with words. He just pulled her closer and kissed her again, already hardening inside her for another round.