Asking for it

Staring at your cumstained face in the mirror, you wish it could all be so simple. Can’t I just have this, be this, and forget everything else? You think about just leaving your stepdad’s semen on your face, letting it soak in, become part of you. Maybe that will quiet the turmoil inside. Maybe that will banish the dull drudgery of your real life and let you live in this fantasy of being the cocksucker of your mom’s husband. With a heavy sigh, you finally wash yourself clean, feeling a little emptier inside.

There’s still plenty of time left in the day. Plenty of time to hang out with a friend, or look for a new job, or get a start on the week’s homework. Trudging into your room and flopping onto your bed, you curl up into a ball and press your face into your pillow. What the fuck is the point of any of it? Everything sucks.

Something is eating at you, something more than just the awful feelings drudged up by the day at school. Squirming and sighing, you hug yourself, trying to ignore whatever it is, but it’s no use. Fuck, what is this feeling? Am I… horny? Like, I did just give myself a facial with my stepdad’s dick. Slipping your hands inside your pants, you find yourself wet and ready, so you decide you may as well get to work.

After a few minutes, you almost cry out in frustration. You’ve never had trouble getting yourself off before, but for some reason you just can’t get there now. Every time you get close, every time you try to lose yourself in your fantasies, something comes up to knock you off course. Something small like your grades, something big like the look in Emily’s eyes, so many things clouding your head and making it impossible to focus on reaching climax.

Would that even help? Now that you’ve started touching yourself, you’re sure that you’re horny. But this… something that’s bothering you… is that it? Is it your frustrated arousal? This doesn’t feel like it… I know what it’s like to be pent up, to be **** for an orgasm. That sucks, but it’s not… whatever this is.

Groaning in agony, you flip over onto your front, sticking your ass up in the air, hoping the change in position will knock your climax loose. But all it does is make you think about David, standing over you, pressing your face into the dirt with his boot, forcing a squirting orgasm out of you with his relentless fingers. Fuck. Fuck! That felt so fucking good. God dammit fuck I want to feel that again.

Now that your stepdad has entered your mind, you can’t get him out. Can’t stop thinking about him spanking you, him ordering you around, him mocking you as you cover his hand in your girlcum. Can’t stop thinking about **** on his dick, swallowing his load, begging him to save you from his friends. Can’t stop thinking about giving in, admitting you want it, cleaning his nutsack with your tongue while promising to be a good obedient stepdaughter.

Is that… am I feeling better? I still can’t finish, but… I definitely feel a little less… whatever it is. Pulling your hands out of your pants and flopping onto your side, you take a few deep breaths. Whatever it is, I’m not getting anywhere by myself. Color rises in your cheeks as you consider what you’re about to do. He told me he’d call me when he needs me. Is he gonna be mad if I go bother him?

Embarrassed at yourself but unable to stop, you slowly get out of bed, walk out of your room, and back down the stairs to the living room. You find David in the same place, sitting on the couch with a baseball game on the TV, smoking from his glass pipe. You hesitate at the edge of the couch, unsure what to say, what to do, so you blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind. “You know mom hates it when you smoke in the house, right?”

David scowls at you. “Well if she ever gets home, and if she’s sober enough to do something about it, then I guess I’m in big trouble, huh.” He takes a long pull from his pipe and blows a thick cloud of pungent smoke at you. “What do you want, Cola?”

What do I want? Do you even know what you want? Seeing your stepdad’s scowl, hearing his harsh tone, makes that strange feeling inside much, much worse. Fumbling for words, you fidget uncomfortably. “I, um… I was just…”

Your stepdad laughs. “What’s that, Cola? C’mon now, spit it out. Or I guess not, since you’re a swallower.” He laughs again, a low, mocking sound that hits you like a blow.

Being belittled by him like this is just making that strange feeling worse, you can’t stand it another moment, and before you can stop yourself the words come tumbling out of your mouth. “I was wondering… I was thinking… can I… do you… want more help?” Jesus RC, you’re not just a cocksucker, you’re a ****, pathetic cocksucker.

Thankfully, he doesn’t laugh again, just smiles at you, and that feeling inside gets just a little bit better. “Well now, that’s a much better attitude for a cocksucker.” He spreads his legs enough for you to get between them. “If you’re really so eager to help your old stepdad, why don’t you get down on your knees and get my cock out?”

Yes, please, thank you. You’re still too embarrassed to give voice to your gratitude, but you can’t help noticing that feeling getting better and better. As you sink to your knees between your stepdad’s legs, it’s almost like a weight is being lifted. You slowly pull down his zipper, looking up at him for approval, but he’s back to watching the game already. Part of you wonders why that doesn’t bother you. He doesn’t need to pay attention to me. He knows I’m going to obey.

Reaching into his open fly, you pull out his semi-hard dick, and you’re nearly overwhelmed by the odor. There’s some leftover cum from your handjob earlier, but it’s mostly just his natural musk, that dizzying masculine scent that’s become so familiar. You’ve never paid attention to what your stepdad smells like before, as you’ve mostly done your best to avoid him, but now you find yourself craving his scent, seeking it, **** for it.

You pull in a deep breath through your nose, head spinning, mouth watering, and then your drooling tongue is reaching out, tasting him, caressing his length. After a few worshipful licks he’s fully hard and twitching, and you make sure to coat his entire length in your spit, taking your time, savoring the experience. Jesus christ, what is this? I love giving head, but I’ve never felt anything like this before. I just can’t… can’t help myself… it’s like my mouth belongs on his dick.

That strange feeling keeps getting better as you take his cockhead into your mouth and begin to gently bob up and down. Focusing on him like this, putting all your effort and concentration into making him feel good, makes all the angst and confusion from school fade into the background, and that strange new feeling starts to shift from unbearable discomfort into a pleasant warm fuzziness. Looking up at your stepdad as you service his hardness, you moan with satisfaction as you see the contented look on his face.

Of course, now that the strange discomfort is alleviated, now that the awfulness of the day at school is muted, you’re still horny, and getting even hornier as you feel your stepdad’s precum slide over your tongue. I have to… I need to… am I allowed to… reluctantly pulling your mouth off his hardness, you meekly ask “um… David… can I… is it OK if I… take my pants off?”

Your stepdad finally looks down at you, his eyes taking in the sight of his stepdaughter kneeling between his legs with his hard cock resting against her face. “Tell you what, why don’t you just take everything off?”

What? Get naked? But I just want to… and what if mom comes home? You’re about to push back, about to double down on just wanting access to your pussy so you can get off, and then an image pops into your head. You, fully nude, on your knees in front of your stepdad while he’s still fully clothed, and all of a sudden your heart is pounding in your chest and you can feel a deep flush in your cheeks. “O-okay David. S-sure thing.”

Not wasting any time, you pull off your shirt and bra, then undo your fly and push down your pants and panties, peeling off your socks as you awkwardly shift your lower body to remove the last of your clothes. Getting back into position, you eagerly resume the blowjob, and the thrill of making that image in your head a reality makes you forget in the moment that you wanted to touch yourself. Looking up into David’s eyes as you slobber on his cock, you moan softly as he strokes your hair. He smiles down at you. “Good girl.”

Thank you thank you thank you I love to be good for you. Not caring that he’s returned his attention to the game, you moan desperately around the meat in your mouth, caressing his cockhead with your tongue, stroking his length with one hand while your other hand finally makes its way down between your legs. Oh my fucking god have I ever been this wet before? Just the lightest touch makes your whole body shiver with joy, and when you start to gently stroke over your clit you can’t help making little pathetic squeaks and groans. This is the only way I ever want to touch myself again, on my knees for him, serving him, being his.

You feel David’s hand on your hair again, and this time it moves down to stroke your cheek. Looking up, you see his blue eyes twinkling at you. “Having fun down there, Cola?”

Oh my god yes I love it so much I love being your cocksucker “Mm-hmm”

His smile widens, making that warm fuzziness inside swell. “Here now, let me have a taste.”

Hesitating just a moment, first from confusion and then from ****, you pull your hand away from your dripping pussy and hold it up to him. He takes your wrist in his callused hand and pulls your hand to his mouth, sucking your juices off your fingers and giving an approving grunt. You moan and whine around his dick, the sensation of him licking and sucking your fingers almost as good as touching yourself.

After a few moments, he pulls your fingers from his mouth and releases your wrist. “Fuck me you taste good, Cola. Get up here on the couch, I want some right from the source.” He pats the cushion next to him.

Giving him a few more licks, you reluctantly pull your mouth off his cock, then climb up onto the couch next to him. “You want me like this?”

He points to his lap. “Here, put your head down, get your leg up over my shoulder like this.” He grabs your lower leg as you comply, leaning back and helping you position yourself so your legs are on either side of his head, with your torso resting against his and your head right over his dick. “That’s right, good girl.” He uses both hands to caress and spread your asscheeks. “OK, time to dig in.”

You barely have a moment to be embarrassed about having your dripping pussy right in your stepdad’s face before you feel his tongue on you, slowly and firmly pressing over your wetness, going over your clit and up your swollen lips almost to your taint and then back again, lapping at you, drinking you in. Your eyes are wide and a long low moan escapes your lips. Oh fuck oh my god this feels so good oh fuck I love the way he eats my pussy fuck fuck FUCK yes David please don’t stop.

Unable to help yourself, you lower your mouth onto his throbbing hardness and resume your blowjob. From this angle it’s easy to get him into your throat, and you let his head go just inside, pulling yourself up and down, letting your reflexive swallows massage his cockhead while you moan around him, taking breaths only when you absolutely must.

The two of you take your time, savoring each other, moaning and groaning into each other’s most intimate place, every other thought and concern and anxiety banished for the moment. You can feel yourself getting close, closer, unbearably near, and you start to wiggle your ass against his face. He responds, one hand moving from your ass down to your head, grabbing at your hair as he starts to thrust up into your throat. The reciprocal lust is too much for both of you, a muffled whine escaping your throat as you finally find release, juices flooding from your pussy onto your stepdad’s face. You sink down onto his dick, fully enveloping him in your throat as you feel him pulse and shoot his cum into you, a deep growl vibrating from his mouth into your sex. Yes yes oh my god yes thank you this is what I want this is all I want please never let go never stop holding me never stop giving me your dick your cum never stop taking care of me.

After a minute he peels his face from your soaked crotch and moves you so you’re straddling his lap, facing him, flushed and panting. “God damn your pussy tastes good, Cola.” His face is flushed too, and shining with your girlcum, and he gives you a little grin. “Now why don’t you get a taste yourself. Clean me up.”

There’s no hesitation. You lean forward and start to lick your residue off his cheeks, his chin, his mustache, the scratch of his stubble and the poky bristles of his stache giving you a little thrill, the flavor of yourself mixed with his sweat and skin making you swoon. Before long you’ve licked him clean everywhere except his lips, and you hesitate there, your own so close to his, your heavy breaths mingling, and you look up into his eyes to see them hooded with desire. No. No we can’t. We can’t do this, even if I… do I want… I can’t want…

He saves you from your inner conflict, gently pushing you back. “That’s good, Cola. Now why don’t you lie here with your head in my lap and clean me off down there.”

And that’s how you spend the rest of the evening. You lie there on your side on the couch, naked, head in his lap, licking and suckling at his cock. He mostly ignores you, watching the game and taking hits from his pipe or sips from a bottle of beer, using one hand to idly play with your body. He gently caresses your sore breasts, runs his callused palm down your hip, squeezes your ass, toys with your slick pussy. This feels good. This feels right. This feels like where I belong.

That warm fuzziness has consumed you, and the longer you lie there, servicing him and offering your body up to him, the better it feels. You’re not worried about school, you’re not worried about your friends or your job or your future, you have everything you need, and you are everything you need to be. I’m in my place, right where he put me.

After a while you notice his hand has stopped moving, resting on your breast. You pop your mouth off his semi-hard dick and look up at him, seeing his head leaned back and eyes closed, and you hear a soft snore. Smiling, you gently tuck him back into his pants and get yourself dressed. Before walking away, you lean in close to his face, smelling him, breathing in his breath, putting your lips right next to his. No, RC. Don’t. Ignoring the swell of emotion in your chest, you listen to your inner voice, and instead move your lips up to plant a light kiss on his forehead.

Feeding yourself dinner and doing your nightly business, that intense warm fuzziness from servicing your stepdad starts to fade away. You feel so much better now than before, but there’s still a little remnant of that strange feeling, a little piece that wasn’t quite satisfied. Settling into bed for the night, you try to turn it over in your mind, figure out what it is. Whatever it is, clearly David can help me with it. All I have to do is ask.

But what’s the right question?