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His grip on her bosom relaxed, and she took his hands, putting a finger in between each of his, and hummed, holding them to her chest.
“Wow,” he said from behind her, his breath ragged. “That was… amazing.”
“Hold me,” Mandy said, and he did. He held her tight, and their bodies were as one. He was still inside her, and she could feel both of their juices leaking out of her but she didn’t care. She just wanted to stay like that, in bed with the man she couldn’t love, but did, forever.
“Daddy,” she said, looking over at him. He gave her a kiss, and she sent a tongue to his lips, wetting them.
“What is it, baby?”
“Will you never leave me?”
He looked her in the eyes. “I’ll never leave you.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
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Teaching the Brat
By Ophelia Stephens
Okay, it worked. Mom and Mike get their wish and I decide to attend college, enrolling last minute for the fall term after our little road trip.
My stepdad hasn’t spoken about our time together once since we got home. And he also made sure that there was not a single moment during the entire summer where him and I were ever alone.
I am disappointed. Enrolling for college, for his college, is just another way for me to get closer to him. I know he is teaching classes during the semester this year – and I will be moving to campus and be around him a lot more than my oblivious mother.
Him agreeing to teach during the semester may have to do with something that I had not been aware of until my mother told me one summer evening when we were alone at home. She has been having an affair, for quite a while actually. And Mike has known about it. She told him shortly before we left for our road trip, so he had even known back then. Maybe that’s why he was so angry. Maybe that’s why, he finally gave in to my teasing.
But it makes his distancing from me even more so mysterious. If my mother has been cheating on him, why does he feel bad about what we did? Maybe he didn't like it. Maybe now that he has gotten a taste of me, he has lost interest. But didn't he say that I am his now? That I belong to him? Why would he say that if he never intended to touch me again? I don't get it.
And I want him so badly.
Classes have started a week ago and I have
spent most of my time straying around the hallways in search for my distant stepdaddy. But I have only seen him a couple of times, always shielded by colleagues and giving me nothing but a polite nod and a short greeting, because he had to.
Seriously, what is wrong with him? Instead of lurking around in his department - where I don't even take classes, mind you, I want to be close to him, but Economics still don't interest me one bit - I decide to find out about his schedule to be able to anticipate where he'll be at what time. I sound like an out of control stalker, but it appears to be the only way for me to get what I want.
And I want him. His muscular, sexy body with that gorgeous cock. I want to be stretched by his impressive girth again and again, I want him to take me, teach me and be a good girl for him. I am quite certain that none of the little college boys around here can compete with him. With his strength, his experience. How can they? They are silly little boys with little to no knowledge about what a girl wants, what a girl needs. I cannot help but yearn for the man who took my virginity in that manly, assertive way as he did.
Just thinking about him makes my panties stick to my wet center. I am standing in front of his office door, subtly rubbing my thighs together beneath my short skirt. I know he's in there. It's his consultation hour right now and he won't have another class today. I do and I should be on the other side of the campus, listening to one of my introductory courses. But this is more important.
My insides are in a turmoil, throbbing with anxiety and anticipation as I finally dare to knock on his door.
"Come in," I hear his voice from behind the door.
I slowly open the door, sticking my head in as I whistle my innocent greeting. "Hello, daddy."
He is sitting behind his desk and looks up, alarmed. "Brittany, what are you doing here?"
"I really wanted to see you," I say, closing the door behind me. God, he looks stunning. He is wearing a light blue shirt that fits tightly around his buff upper body. And he is so tanned. Part of his plan to escape me was hanging out at the pool side with his friends as often as possible. He has been soaking in a lot more sun than usual. How can any of his students concentrate on class with him standing in the front, looking like this.
