Twenty-First Century Sex
“Show Daddy your pussy,” Aiden said in his gravelly, Irish accent. “And be quick about it.”
I adjusted my laptop between my spread legs, threw one leg up on the backrest of the couch, stretched the other on the coffee table and arched my back a bit to give my former stepfather a full-on shot of my shaved pussy.
“Very nice baby,” he said and rubbed the five-o’clock shadow on his face. “Now I want baby to spread those tight little lips wide and show me her clit.”
I did as he instructed pulling up on my pussy and pressed the soft, damp skin that covered my clit back. I looked at his face in the monitor and he pulled back his full, red lips into his signature, stunning half-smile. The thought of me running my tongue inside those dimples and Aiden running his tongue inside of me, started the ache in my pussy and I ran my fingers over my wet cunt and popped them into my mouth.
“Oh, you filthy little slut,” Aiden said. “I can’t wait until tomorrow. The things I’m going to do to my little baby are going to set you on your ass.”
His glass-green eyes twinkled and he ran his fingers through his glossy black long hair and leaned back in his chair. He was shirtless, his bulging pectoral muscles tensed and he brought his tan arms up and rested them at the back of his neck. He wore nothing but black boxer briefs and even from my laptop monitor, I saw the huge bulge growing even bigger before my eyes.
“I want to see your cock,” I said as I rubbed my pussy at a quicker pace, unable to keep my hands away.
“You want it bad don’t you?” he said and shifted in his chair. “Tell me the right way, kitten or I’ll pull the plug on your fun.”
I knew what he wanted. I’ve always known what he wanted.
My mother met him when she was just coming off the heels of her extremely successful modeling career. Aiden is the lead singer in one of the most popular bands on the planet and she latched onto him with a force that made him impossible to resist. The thing about Aiden is because of his charm and good looks, he’d get pussy if he were the lead shit shoveller in a sewage plant. The fact that he was a rock star, well, forget it. And the thing about my mother is she’s insanely jealous. Not wanting to be one of Aiden’s girls, she refused to buy into the notion of his idea of communal living with his various mistresses, former wives and children. She divorced him after we lived with him for five years. She hung in until I turned eighteen and went off to college, probably because she knew she’d get Aiden to pay for it, along with everything else she got in the divorce settlement.
I, on the other hand, had a great life as one of Aiden’s children. My stepbrothers, stepsisters and I are all very close. And Aiden is always very good to us; and always very good to me. We had an instant connection from the time we met. He took me everywhere with him: concerts, parties, awards shows. People always commented on how we looked alike, both having the dark hair and almond- shaped, green eyes. Some papers even reported us as a couple, saying how our beauty matched. But nothing untoward ever went on between us during those early years. And while I grew up way faster than most kids my age, I knew Aiden would always be in my life. And I wanted him to always be in my life.
So, how did it come that I’m here in front of my laptop rubbing my pussy for him while he showed me his cock?
Last year I was in Ibiza with my stepsister Lucia for my nineteenth birthday. She and I were dancing at a club with a group of beautiful boys and girls and I felt a pair of strong hands come at me from behind, rest on my stomach and yank me backward. I landed against a man and when I turned around, it was Aiden. Lucia and I went to his table where he and his band mates were having drinks.
When Lucia whispered in my ear that she would fuck Aiden that night, I was a little jealous, but didn’t say
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