Taboo Step Phone Sex: Caught Touching Myself and Used Like I Dreamed

Mom and my stepdad were gone for the whole weekend, some anniversary trip, and I was housesitting, which mostly meant eating their ice cream and watching bad TV in my pajamas. I had just gotten out of the shower that Saturday afternoon, I was in these tiny sleep shorts and a tank top with nothing under, and I was already feeling restless and achy in that way I get when I am alone too long.

I ended up on the couch with my hand down my shorts before I even decided to do it. I was just so wet, thinking about nothing in particular, just the feeling of my own fingers circling slow. I had my eyes closed and I was breathing all funny and I did not hear the front door at all.

Ray is my stepdad's best friend. He has a key for emergencies. He stopped dead in the doorway and just stared at me with my hand very obviously exactly where it was. I froze, my face went bright red, and I yanked my hand out so fast. I started babbling something stupid about how I did not hear him, and he just locked the door behind him, slow, and said, do not stop on my account.

My whole body went hot and cold at the same time. He walked over, sat on the coffee table right in front of me, and told me to show him what I was doing. His voice was so calm and firm, and something about being told, being caught and told, made my pussy throb so hard I actually whimpered. I slid my hand back down, shaking, and touched myself while he watched, and he corrected me, slower, he said. Like you mean it.

He stood up and told me to get up, and I did, I just obeyed, I could not have said no if I wanted to. He walked me to the laundry room, of all places, bent me over the dryer, and pulled my shorts down in one yank. I was dripping, I am not exaggerating, I could feel it on my thighs. He ran two fingers through my wetness and I moaned his name before I could stop myself, and he said, that is right, be loud for me.

He teased me forever, fingers deep in my pussy, thumb on my clit, stopping every time I got close. I was begging, actually begging, please, please, and he just chuckled and said good girls beg pretty. When he finally pushed his cock into me from behind, bent over that dryer with the machines humming under me, I nearly screamed. He filled me up so deep and he did not go easy, he used me, exactly the way I had always fantasized about being used, like I was his dirty little secret and he could do whatever he wanted.

He pulled my hair just enough to arch my back and told me what a filthy little slut I was, letting her stepdad's best friend fuck her in the laundry room, and I loved hearing it so much I came around his cock with my legs shaking. He was not done. He carried me, actually carried me, to the kitchen, sat me on the counter, and spread my legs wide. He ate my pussy standing between my knees until I came again, crying a little, and then he fucked me there with my ankles on his shoulders.

At the end he pulled out and came all over my tits, and I just lay there on the counter giggling and sticky and completely wrecked, and he wiped a drop off my lip with his thumb. You are going to be thinking about this for weeks, he said. He was right. I still do.

I keep replaying it, the being caught, the being told, the being used so good. If you have a taboo little fantasy like that, the step kind, the forbidden kind, I would love to live it out with you on a call. I am already getting wet just thinking about it.