Helping himself

“Oh my god.” Amber gasped as she tried to pull the blanket she was sitting on, quickly she gave up and covered her breasts with her hands and pussy with her knees. She saw the look in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t timeout you were home.”

He then pushed the door opened and stepped in. Her eyes widened as she saw his cock poking out of his unzipped trousers. “Mathew. Please.”

She watched as he slowly started stroking his hard dick. “Your amazing.” He breathed. Amber looked away feeling ashamed. She could feel his eyes burning holes into her.

She knew she had to get away. She needed to get away.

But something stopped her. The sight of his large hand wrapped around his dick. Her mouth went dry and her stomach clenched.

He walked closer and her hands dropped away from her tits. His eyes never left her and she couldn't bring herself to look away.

Amber sat there watching him slowly pump his fist up and down the length of his cock. He approached her leaving his cock now inches from her head.

She was immediately hit by two distinct smells. Booze and his musk. The smell of his sweaty cock after a day's work.

The smell of her step-father's cock.

Before she knew what was happening, Amber found herself moving her head towards his cock. And he stopped jacking off. “I knew you were a slut.”

Amber sniffed it, she doesn’t know why she did it but it felt right. The scent was stronger, and she found it hard not to lean in and sniff it.

She looked up and saw Mathew looking down at her with a smirk on his face. A smirk that was both condescending and sexy.

Amber didn’t know what came over her, but she couldn't resist. Before she knew it, her tongue darted out and licked the tip of his cock.

He tasted salty and musky, but not bad. In fact, she liked it.

Her eyes went wide as she realized what she just did, and her cheeks flushed. But it was too late to turn back now.

“I won’t tell anyone, just do what comes naturally.”