STEPDADDY DIARIES

Teasing and Spring-cleaning II

Dominic left the room then went downstairs to the kitchen, needing distance. Taryn followed a minute later, still topless, carrying a bucket of soapy water.

She set it on the counter and started wiping the cabinets, reaching high so her back arched. Her shorts had ridden up completely now, the lower half of her ass exposed. She looked over at him between strokes.

"You keep staring and it's so obvious," she said. "If you want to touch, just say so."

"I'm…I'm your stepfather." The excuse sounded weak even to him.

"Step," she repeated. "Not blood. And I'm an adult." She turned to face him fully, hands on her hips.

Dominic shook his head and grabbed a sponge, focusing on the sink. Taryn moved behind him and her hands landed on his shoulders, light at first, then sliding down his chest. "You're so tense," she murmured. Her t**s pressed against his back. "Let me help you."

He shrugged her off. "Go finish the living room."

She didn't leave, instead she dropped to her knees on the tile and started wiping the lower cabinets, right beside where he stood. Her face was level with his crotch.

She worked slowly, cloth moving in circles, eyes flicking up every few seconds to check if he was watching. Dominic's c**k was half-hard now, obvious against his jeans. Taryn licked her lips.

"Dad," she said softly. "It's okay. I want it."

He stepped back, almost tripping over the bucket. "This conversation is over."

Taryn stood and followed him into the living room. The couch needed vacuuming so she plugged in the machine and bent over the cushions with her ass up. The position made her shorts ride up until they disappeared between her cheeks. Dominic could see the wet spot at her crotch, dark against the denim. She looked back at him between her arms.

"You can f**k me right here," she said. "No one will know."

Dominic's hands clenched. He wanted to leave the room again, but his feet stayed planted. Taryn straightened and walked over, pressing her body against his front. Her n*****s dragged across his shirt and she reached down and cupped his c**k through his jeans, squeezing gently.

"You're so hard," she whispered. "So hard for me."

He grabbed her wrist, intending to push her away, but his fingers stayed wrapped around it. Taryn leaned up and licked the side of his neck slowly. Dominic's breath hitched and she pressed her advantage, rubbing her palm up and down his length, feeling it swell under her touch.

"Taryn—"

"Shhh." She popped the button on his jeans, the zipper followed. Her hand slipped inside, wrapping around his bare c**k and Dominic groaned despite himself. She stroked him twice, thumb circling the head where pre-c*m had already gathered.

He should have stopped her. Instead he stood there, breathing hard, while his stepdaughter jerked him off in the middle of the living room they were supposed to be cleaning. Taryn dropped to her knees again, this time tugging his jeans down. His c**k sprang free, thick and veiny. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Can I?" she asked, already leaning in.

Dominic's hand found her hair. He meant to pull her back but instead his fingers tightened, guiding her mouth to his c**k. Taryn opened wide and took him in, lips stretching around the head. She sucked hard, tongue swirling and cheeks hollowing. Dominic's head tipped back and the wet heat of her mouth felt too good after months of pretending he didn't notice her.

She bobbed her head, taking more each time until her nose brushed his pubic hair. Spit ran down her chin onto her t**s. Dominic thrust shallowly, f*****g her mouth in small movements. Taryn moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight to his balls then she reached down and shoved her own shorts aside, fingering herself while she sucked.

The sound of her wet p***y filled the quiet room. Dominic looked down and watched two of her fingers disappear inside her cunt, pumping in time with her mouth on his c**k. He was close already, hips jerking then Taryn pulled off with a pop and stood, shoving her shorts down her legs. She kicked them away and bent over the arm of the couch, ass presented.

"f**k me now," she said. "Please."

Dominic stepped forward. His c**k dragged along her ass crack, leaving a wet streak. He grabbed her hips, lined up, and pushed inside in one long thrust. Taryn cried out, walls clenching around him. She was tight and hot and soaked.

Dominic started f*****g her in hard strokes, the couch creaking under them. Her t**s swung beneath her with every impact and He reached around and rubbed her c**t in fast circles.

Taryn pushed back to meet him, moaning loud. "Harder, Dad. f**k me harder."

He did. The slap of skin on skin echoed off the walls as Dominic's balls swung and hit her with every thrust. He could feel her getting wetter, cream coating his c**k and dripping down her thighs. Taryn reached back and spread her ass cheeks, giving him a better view of her stretched hole taking him.

Dominic pulled out and flipped her onto her back on the couch. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and drove back in, folding her nearly in half. The new angle let him go deeper and Taryn's mouth fell open in a silent scream. He pounded her, watching her t**s bounce and her face twist with pleasure.

She came first, cunt pulsing around him, thighs shaking against his chest and Dominic kept f*****g her through it, chasing his own release. When he pulled out, Taryn dropped to her knees again and took him in her mouth, tasting her own c*m on his c**k. She sucked hard and he came down her throat, some spilling out the corners of her lips.

They stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard then Taryn licked him clean and sat back on her heels, c*m on her chin. She smiled up at him.

"I'm pretty sure you don't regret what we just did," she said.

Dominic helped her up and they dressed slowly, the half-cleaned house waiting for them to get back to work. Taryn leaned in and kissed his jaw.

"Mom gets back Sunday night," she whispered. "We have two more days. Let's do this again."

Dominic nodded once, already thinking about the next time he'd have her bent over the kitchen counter or spread out on her bed. The spring cleaning wasn't finished, but the real work had just begun.