I know she just needs a little coaxing… or forcing… and then she’ll love the feel of my cock deep inside her pussy.

(Stuffed by my Stepdad – [NEW] Part 2 by Marie Young)

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Content warning: Contains r*pe fantasy/dubcon and rough sex/BDSM scenes that might be objectionable to some readers… yet delectable to others!

Jim:

I’d just had an amazing time flirting with my new stepdaughter, Amelia, over Thanksgiving Eve dinner, but now she’s leaving. I can’t help but feel so disappointed as she does so.

In fact, I even take it as a personal offense because I’d thought we were getting along great, and I was interested to see where the night could take us.

And I wasn’t a man who appreciated being rejected, or having my plans thwarted. If only she knew what kind of plans I had in mind for her—which involved stuffing her like the turkey we’d just eaten, and sucking up all the juices from out of her, too—she wouldn’t have walked away so easily.

There was definitely a chemistry between us, and I had been enjoying exploring it, but now she’d gone and cut it short.

I know it’s for the best because she’s so hot that I’ve been wishing I could take off her clothes and fuck her right here on the dining room table. I’m not sure I could restrain myself from doing so much longer.

But we really can’t do that, no matter how much both of us might want to. She knows it and I know it. And that’s probably the reason she’s leaving.

Not only is it socially taboo and would piss off my new wife, but I have to think of her own well-being, of course.

I love her curves and her sultry yet innocent eyes, but she’s so young. Barely even 18. I’m old enough to be her father, and I am, in fact, her stepfather.

And yet, as her stepfather, I’m in a position of authority over her, and I would know how to make her happy and make her feel so good.

So maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing for her.

Perhaps it would be a very, very good thing.

Fuck.

How could I go and marry someone with such a hot daughter?

I hadn’t even known, because my new wife hadn’t even shown me pictures of her or talked about her much.

That should have been Red Flag Number One.

She was clearly an absentee mother.

I’d known she had a daughter who was away at college but that was about it.

Maybe she hadn’t wanted to talk to me about her because she knew how pretty she was and how much I would want her.

Now that I knew my wife better, she was the jealous type, and she probably knew we weren’t meant to be and that I’d want her daughter instead.

I mean, who could blame me?

Amelia was conventionally pretty—she had brunette curls that cascaded down her back and wide blue eyes that looked big and beautiful in her petite, oval face. She also had the most perfect hourglass figure. Her big hips jutted out from her small waist, and her tits were big, bouncy and luscious looking.

As she walked out the door, I admired my favorite part of her a bit more—her ass, which was perfectly apple-shaped and looked just as plump and juicy.

I wanted to grab those big ass cheeks and hips of hers and make her stay, so that I could shove my cock into her and let her know how much better her Thanksgiving would be if she would only spend it with me.

I also didn’t like that she was going to a friend’s house. I guess my wife wasn’t the only one who was jealous. Because right now I was already wondering who my new stepdaughter was going to be around tonight.

Did she have a boyfriend? Male admirers? Was someone at this “Friendsgiving” going to try to hook up with her?

Blood drained from my face as I thought about it, and it went right down to my cock, filling it up with righteous vengeance at the thought of anyone else touching my precious, beautiful stepdaughter.

It made me so hard that I was feeling possessive and powerful, like I could tackle anyone who wanted to be with Amelia and instead take her and be with her myself.

I knew I was being ridiculous because I had no right to set any claim to her. Amelia was her own person, free to come and go as she pleased, and she was old enough to make her own decisions and live her own life.

And yet I wanted her to decide to only want to be with me.

I couldn’t help but wonder whether she was a virgin. I was hoping that no man had touched her because I wanted to be her first.

And if she didn’t want to let me?

Well, I always take what I want.

I imagined putting my hands around her neck and holding her down on the dining room table, telling her that she has to obey her stepfather and do as I say. If she really fought me, maybe I’d even have to tie her wrists down with the tie I’d worn to Thanksgiving eve dinner, and make sure she couldn’t get away.

“Come on,” I’d urge her. “Don’t you want to know how my big cock will feel inside you? Aren’t you curious about how good it can make you feel?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she’d whisper, because deep down, she really did want me.

She wanted my big, fat cock deep inside that tight little pussy of hers. She would barely put up any struggle as I entered her, taking her for her very first time and claiming her as my own forever.

She probably didn’t want to act like a slut and let me know how much she wanted me, but it was obvious. And if I could just get her to let me fuck her then she’d see.

Once I was inside her, she’d never want me to be out. Maybe she’d even want me to put a baby in her, so that we could be together forever.

And I would have to oblige.

There was no way I could resist giving my bratty little stepdaughter anything she wanted, as long as she stayed mine.

No more gallivanting around to random friends’ house where she could be poached by some young, dumb dude. She would only want to stay with me and keep my cock lodged deep inside her where it could satisfy her every fantasy.

She would want to carry my baby and raise it with me and be a family with me.

It would be a lot better of an idea than marrying her mother, which had turned out to be a really stupid idea of mine!

As if she could read my thoughts, my wife cleared her throat.

“Well, I guess since Amelia’s leaving, I will too,” she said.

Both her aunt and I looked at her in surprise.

“I thought you and Jim might like to hang out for a while,” her Aunt Martha said. “I’d like to get to know your new husband.”

There was something about her tone of voice that made it obvious that she was implying that there were many men my wife had been with that she hadn’t gotten to meet. But she didn’t say it. She was far too polite.

She was such a sweet woman, and it was clear that she had been the one to raise Amelia.

“Well, you two can hang out and get to know each other,” my wife said with a shrug. “I made plans with some friends anyway. Just like Amelia.”

“What?!” her aunt gasped, looking as if this was shocking to hear even from my wife. “Amelia is 18 and single. You’re a newly married woman. What kind of plans would you make that wouldn’t involve your husband?”

“Oh, he doesn’t like my friends and he doesn’t like to do the same things I do,” my wife said in a pouty manner, glaring at me as if I was the cause of all the friction that existed in our brand new relationship.

It was true I didn’t like her “friends” because they were always random weirdos she met, who sold her drugs and pumped her full of alcohol. And of course I didn’t like doing that kind of thing with them.

I wasn’t a teenager anymore!

And I wasn’t some cuckhold who liked watching my wife be willingly taken advantage of by other men.

But it was clear to me that that was exactly what had been happening. My wife was just some floozy whom I never should have married.

Her daughter was the right woman for me.

And now I needed to make her mine.

“It’s fine,” I told my wife and her aunt, with a nonchalant shrug. “You go ahead and do your own thing, Charlene.”

Martha looked at me with pity, but I didn’t care. I was glad Charlene was leaving because maybe I could make it home in time to catch Amelia before she went out.

She had mentioned wanting to get dressed first, and I imagined walking in as she was in the middle of doing just that. Maybe she’d be half wrapped in a towel, fresh out of the shower, with her full breasts on display for me and her nipples hard and pointy for me.

I bet she’d love it if I started sucking on them just as I had been doing to the turkey leg. I’d use my cheeks to take them all the way into my mouth and then I’d use my teeth to pull her nipples all the way in.

The suction I’d apply would drive her so wild that she’d drop her towel, revealing her entire naked body to me, including that stomach I wanted to fill up with my seed so that she could carry my baby, and that perfect ass of hers I loved so much.

As her tit was still in my mouth, completely filling it because it was so big and round and full, I’d reach down and start playing with her pussy.

“Oh, yes, Daddy,” she’d moan, as she opened her legs for me.

She’d let me put my fingers into that undoubtedly tight little pussy hole of hers and feel all around inside her to confirm my suspicions that she was a virgin. Her pussy walls would grip me tight as she struggled, her hips wiggling to get away from me.

But I could tell from the way that her little hole was opening up wide for me and those inner walls were suctioned so tightly around my fingers that she liked it and that she really wanted more, no matter what her words were saying.

The body doesn’t lie and neither do the eyes. From Amelia’s body language all night long, plus the goo-goo eyes she’d been giving me, I knew she’d want what I was imagining happening right now.

“Oh, Daddy, that hurts,” she’d protest, but I wouldn’t stop.

“It hurts because no one has ever touched you like this before, right?” I’d ask her. “No one has ever been up inside you like this?”

“That’s right, Daddy,” she’d say, as I moved my hand down to her little asshole.

“And what about this? Has anyone been in here?”

“No, Daddy. My body is completely untouched and it’s all yours.”

“I thought so,” I’d say, as I kept plunging my fingers in and out of her. “This might hurt now but soon it will feel so good. You just have to let me keep doing what I want to you.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she’d say, and I’d feel her juices dripping out of her pussy and into my hand like the gravy we’d had for dinner, letting me know just how much she wanted me. “It’s already starting to feel good. Please keep playing with me, Daddy. Please.”

She’d be begging me for more and pleading with me not to stop.

But she wouldn’t have to keep asking me because that was exactly what I intended to do, and I’d keep doing it all night long.

In fact, if I have my way and can put my baby in her, then maybe I can just keep doing it for the rest of both of our lives.