STEPDADDY DIARIES

Laying a Trap for Daddy

Their house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of old floorboards. Flynn had come home early from the office, tie already loosened, briefcase in hand.

He expected to find Diana in the kitchen or sprawled on the couch with her phone. Instead the place felt empty. He climbed the stairs, shoes soft on the carpet, and heard a sound that stopped him halfway up.

A moan. Low, breathy and unmistakably s****l. It came from Diana's bedroom, the door was cracked open just enough for a sliver of light to spill into the hallway. Flynn froze.

He should have turned around, gone back downstairs, made noise so she'd know he was home. Instead he set his briefcase down and stepped closer, heart racing.

Through the gap he saw her. Diana lay on her bed, completely naked with her legs spread wide. One hand worked between her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds. The other pinched and rolled a n****e, tugging until the peak stood stiff and red.

Her head was thrown back against the pillows, dark hair fanned out, mouth open as another moan escaped. Flynn's c**k twitched in his slacks. He shouldn't watch. He knew that but his feet stayed rooted, eyes locked on the way her fingers circled her c**t in tight, fast strokes.

"f**k, Flynn," Diana breathed, voice thick with need. "Daddy, please."

Hearing his name hit him hard. His c**k went from half-hard to fully erect in seconds, straining against his zipper. She was thinking about him. Calling his name while she f****d herself.

Flynn's hand dropped to his crotch without thinking, squeezing the length through the fabric. He could see everything: the way her p***y glistened, how her inner walls fluttered around two fingers she pushed inside, the wet sounds that filled the room every time she thrust them deep.

Diana's hips rolled up to meet her own hand. "God, I want your c**k so bad," she panted. "Want you to stretch me open, fill me up until I can't walk straight. Want you to f**k me like you own me."

Flynn's control snapped. He pushed the door wider and stepped inside. Diana's eyes opened immediately but she didn't stop or try to cover herself. Instead she smiled slowly, and spread her legs even wider so he could see every inch of her dripping cunt.

"Oh…you caught me," she said, voice husky. Her fingers kept moving, three now, pumping in and out with obscene wet sounds. "Do you like what you see, Daddy?"

Flynn's mouth was dry. "Diana—"

"Don't try to fight it." She pulled her fingers free and brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean with a moan. "I had a feeling you'd come home early today so I left the door open on purpose and I'm so glad I did."

She rolled onto her stomach, ass up, and reached back to spread her cheeks. Her asshole winked at him, tight and pink. Below it her p***y clenched visibly, a string of arousal stretching between her folds. "I've been thinking about you all day, Flynn. Thinking about you walking in, seeing me like this, finally giving in."

Flynn's hands shook as he unbuckled his belt. "This is… wrong."

"It feels right to me and to you too, seeing how hungry you look." Diana flipped back over and crawled to the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. She reached for his zipper and tugged it down. His c**k sprang free, thick and flushed, the head already leaking. She wrapped her fingers around the base and gave one slow stroke. "Look how hard you are. You definitely want this as much as I do."

She leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside, tongue flat and wet. Flynn groaned, one hand landing in her hair. Diana took the head into her mouth and sucked, cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on his. She took more with each bob until her nose pressed against his stomach, throat working around him. She pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his c**k.

"f**k my face," she said. "Use my mouth like a toy."

Flynn thrust forward, sliding back into the wet heat. Diana moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight to his balls. He f****d her throat in shallow strokes, watching her eyes water and her throat bulge. She reached between her legs and fingered herself again, three fingers disappearing into her p***y while she gagged on his c**k.

When he pulled out she was panting, lips swollen and shiny. "On the bed," he ordered, voice rough. Diana scrambled back, spreading her legs again. Flynn stripped fast. Shirt, pants, everything were off in a breath and then he climbed between her thighs and dragged the head of his c**k through her folds, coating himself in her wetness.

"Please," Diana begged. "Put it in. I need to feel you split me open."

Flynn pushed inside in one long thrust. Diana cried out, back arching, walls clamping down around him. She was tight, hot and soaked. He started f*****g her in hard strokes, the bed creaking under them. Her t**s bounced with every impact. He grabbed one, squeezing hard, thumb rubbing the n****e.

"Harder, Flynn," she gasped. "f**k me like you hate me."

He did exactly as she asked. Flynn hooked her legs over his shoulders and folded her nearly in half, driving deeper and harder. Diana's mouth fell open in a silent scream. He reached down and rubbed her c**t in tight circles until she came, p***y pulsing around him and thighs shaking.

Flynn didn't stop then, He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and slammed back in. Diana pushed back to meet him, moaning loud. "Yes, Daddy, wreck my p***y. Use me."

He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, pounding into her. His free hand came down on her ass, leaving a red handprint. Diana reached back and spread her cheeks then Flynn spat on her asshole and pressed his thumb against it. Diana pushed back, taking the digit inside.

"f**k yes," she moaned. "Finger my ass while you f**k my cunt. Stretch both holes."

Flynn worked his thumb deeper, feeling his own c**k through the thin wall separating them. Diana came again, her cream coating his shaft and dripping down her thighs. He pulled out and flipped her onto her back again, hooking her knees to her chest.

"Want my c*m?" he growled.

"Yes please. Fill me up," she begged. "Pump it deep. Make me leak for hours."

Flynn drove in one last time and came hard, row after row of c*m flooding her p***y. Diana moaned through it, fingers working her c**t until she came a third time, walls milking him. c*m leaked out around his c**k, running down her ass crack onto the sheets.

He stayed inside her, breathing hard. Diana reached up and pulled him down for a kiss, messy and deep, tongues sliding together. When he finally pulled out she kept her legs spread, letting him watch his c*m drip from her used hole.

Diana sat up and pushed two fingers inside herself, scooping out some of the mess. She brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean, eyes locked on his. "It tastes so good mixed with me."

Flynn's c**k twitched again, already half-hard. Diana noticed and smiled. She crawled forward and took him in her mouth once more, cleaning him with long, slow licks. When he was fully hard she pulled off and turned around, presenting her ass.

"Round two," she said. "Want you in my ass this time and I want you to ruin it."

Flynn grabbed the lube from her nightstand—clearly she had planned this—and slicked his c**k. He pressed the head against her tight ring and pushed. Diana moaned, pushing back, taking him inch by inch until his balls rested against her p***y. He started f*****g her ass in slow, deep strokes. Diana reached between her legs and fingered her cunt, two fingers sliding through the mess he'd left there.

"So full," she panted. "Love having both holes used. Love that it's you. My stepdad's c**k in my ass."

Flynn reached around and rubbed her c**t while he f****d her. Diana came again, ass clenching around him. He followed soon after, pumping another load deep into her guts. When he pulled out c*m leaked from her stretched hole, running down to mix with the mess already between her thighs.

They collapsed on the bed together, breathing hard and Diana curled against his side, one leg thrown over his hip while her fingers traced patterns on his chest.

"Mom's gone until Monday," she said quietly. "So we have all weekend."

Flynn's hand slid down to squeeze her ass. "Then we better make the most of it."

Diana smiled against his skin. "Already planning round three. I want you to tie me up next. Use my mouth, my cunt, my ass until I can't move and I want you to call me your little cumdump. I want you to breed me."

Flynn's c**k stirred again. Diana felt it and laughed softly. "Insatiable," she murmured. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around him, stroking slowly. "But that's good because I'm not letting you leave until we've f****d on every surface in this house."

She rolled on top of him, straddling his hips. Her p***y, still leaking with his c*m, dragged along his length. Diana reached down and guided him inside again, sinking down with a satisfied moan. She rode him slow and deep, hands braced on his chest, t**s bouncing with every roll of her hips.

"Tell me I'm a filthy slut for taking Daddy's c**k," she said.

"You're a filthy little slut, D," Flynn growled, gripping her hips. "My filthy little slut."

Diana's eyes rolled back then she came again. Flynn flipped her onto her back and f****d her through it, chasing his own release. When he came this time he pulled out and painted her t**s and stomach, thick ropes of white across her skin.

Diana dragged her fingers through the mess and licked them clean. "Marking your territory," she said with a grin. "I like it."

They lay tangled together as the day light faded. Diana's fingers traced lazy circles on his chest. "This isn't a one-time thing," she said. "We're doing this again every chance we get."

Flynn kissed the top of her head. "You can count on it."

Diana smiled and closed her eyes, already planning the next position and the next filthy thing she'd beg him to do.