Chapter 3
I reach the end of the scene where the dad fills his stepdaughter’s womb with his surging cum, so I pull the crotch of my panties to the side and lean back in the chair, placing my feet up on the edge of the desk and allowing my thighs to fall apart. Then I close my eyes and begin rubbing my clit again, getting lost in the scene I’d just read, imagining I’m a part of it.
In my mind, I’m lying back on the bed as my stepdad fucks me. No, not Alex, but the fictitious stepdad in the story. Imagining I’m fucking Alex would just be too weird.
I can feel my pleasure rising as my fingers bat against my swollen nub. It won’t be long until I explode.
I’m not sure if I hear something, or just sense it, but suddenly it feels like I’m not alone anymore. I open my eyes,
And there, standing right in front of me on the other side of the desk, is Alex.
tartled, I quickly bring my legs down and sit up straight.
“Alex!” I exclaim, then quickly pull my panties back over my pussy and cover my crotch with my hands.
He stands there glaring at me. I’m not sure if he’s angry at me because I’m in his office, or because I’m rubbing my pussy in his chair. Or both.
“Ashley? What the hell?”
“Um, this isn’t what it looks like.”
“Why are you in my office? And what the hell are you doing?” Yeah, I’m right. He’s mad about both.
“Um… I…”
As hard as I try, I just can’t think up a good excuse for why I’m here.
Nothing he would believe anyway. “Ashley? Answer me!”
I realize I have two directions I can go here. I can be the cowering daughter, giving into my stepdad’s authority, as hypocritical as that authority is. Or, I can take advantage of my newfound knowledge and change the dynamic between Alex and me.
I give him a slight smile. “What am I doing?” “That’s what I asked,” he says, glaring at me.
“I’m reading. And I’m really enjoying what I’m reading. As you can tell by what I was doing.”
Alex stares at me with wide eyes, obviously shocked by my response.
I continue, “I really think you’re a good writer, Daddy, and I especially like your subject matter.”
I see his mind working, but he still doesn’t reply.
“And you know what I really love, Daddy? I really love how you’ve taken things you and I have done together and put them in your stories. Like the time we stayed overnight in that motel on the way to cheer camp. Or the time I served you breakfast in bed. God, that story was so exciting. I almost
came from just reading it.”
He shakes his head. “No, I don’t do that.”
I ignore him and say, “Are you going to write a new story? One about you coming home to discover your daughter in your office, reading your stories and rubbing her pussy in your chair?”
“Ashley, stop,” he whispers.
“I have to say, Daddy, I don’t think it’s fair that I’m the inspiration for so many of your stories, but you don’t let me read them.”
“Please stop.”
“And now that I know about this, I can inspire all kinds of new stories. Just think of the possibilities. My imagination is pretty good. For example, what if I snuck into your bedroom late at night and sucked you while Mom was sleeping right next to you? You can call that one ‘Waking my Stepdad.’”
His eyes turn angry again. “You need to watch your mouth, Ashley.”
“Or what? Are you going to tell Mom? Does she know about this? I really doubt it.”
He frowns. “Did you happen to read the one titled ‘Spanked by my Stepdad’? That could happen too, you know.”
I meet his angry gaze, refusing to flinch. “Let me guess,” I say, “Daddy spanks his stepdaughter and she likes it. Then they fuck.”
“That’s the fiction,” he growls. “Something tells me the reality is going to be more painful for you.”
I grin and stand, then walk around to his side of the desk, facing him. “Let’s write a story together, Daddy.”
“Don’t do this.” His voice is low and threatening.
I smile again and turn around, leaning over to grip the edge of his desk. Then I arch my back, causing my ass to tilt up. My nightshirt rides up, revealing my panty-clad ass to his gaze.
“Stop it, Ashley. Right now!”
I wiggle my butt in his direction. “Come on, Daddy. Prove you can do more than just write about your fantasies. Make them come true. Spank me like the daddy in the story did. You can–”
Smack!
