Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

On Wednesday, she’d felt particularly playful and had decided to continue her torment of her boss from a few weeks ago.

She knocked on the door and entered as he called out that it was okay. He looked up from his pile of work and smiled.

“You look delightful today,” he said.

She smiled and spun. She’d worn a low-cut blouse and knew that he liked to try and see down it. “Thank you, sir,” she said smiling. “I was wondering if I could get you to take a picture of me.”

He smiled and nodded. “Of course.”

“Take out your phone,” she said. “I want it to be a special picture, just for you and my husband.”

He smiled, but looked a little confused.

Heading over to his door, she locked it and then turned, her eyes locking on his. Reaching to the bottom of the shirt, she stripped it off quickly and then followed with the skirt. She’d not worn a bra that day and the excitement of what she was doing had made her nipples more erect than normal.

“You can take a picture of me like this if you like,” she said, turning and flashing him her ass. She had on a black g-string and she briefly made sure that it was covering what it could and smoothed out what fabric there was.

Mr. Sellers nodded dumbly and took his phone out, quickly opening it and snapping a picture as she turned back around.

“Silly,” she admonished, “I didn’t even pose for you.”

He swallowed hard. “Sorry,” he stammered.

She smiled sweetly and cocked her hips, sexily posing for him. He snapped a few pictures.

“I’ve been a naughty girl and let someone take some photos of me before, Mr. Sellers,” she said. “I’ll have to show you the website. I think you’ll like them.”

He nodded again, unable to speak as she came forwards.

“Now then, I need a special picture for my husband. You see, he likes it when I misbehave. When I send him pictures like the one you just took, he punishes me when I get home by fucking my poor, naughty little pussy.”

Mr. Sellers swallowed hard again, his eyes wide. Kelly knew that he was probably as hard as a rock at the moment, and silently cheered herself for being able to do what she was doing.

She stepped forwards until she came up to his chest, her eyes never leaving his.

“Now, you have to promise that you won’t tell anyone,” she said, “and you have to promise to make this my contact photo.”

He nodded dumbly again, his mouth agape.

Slowly, she slid to the ground, sitting on her feet and splaying her knees out wide. Arching her back she tossed her hair around until it had fallen around her shoulders sexily. Looking up demurely, she opened her mouth.

Mr. Sellers lifted the camera and took a picture. She giggled and shook her head.

“No, silly,” she said. “You have to put something in it first!”

He swallowed, hard, and seemed to be trying to decide if she was serious.

Kelly wasn’t budging though, and went back to her original pose as if she were waiting for a load of cum.

He groaned and nodded then, his hand shakily unzipping his fly. “Are you sure?” he stammered.

She smiled sweetly. “I’m just wanting something in my mouth for the photo, Mr. Sellers. I’m letting you decide what you want me to suck on.”

He grimaced in pleasure and steadied himself on the desk behind him.

Reaching in, he pulled out a nicely sized erection and gently stroked it a few times.

Kelly looked directly up into his eyes, not looking at his cock once as he moved forwards slowly.

Her eyes smoldering, she continue to bore into his as she felt her pussy getting wet. Inching forwards, he pointed his very erect cock towards her and stepped up.

“Do you promise to use it as my contact photo?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Do you promise to keep it a secret?” she asked

He nodded, adding, “Absolutely!”

“And do you promise to send it to my husband?” she asked.

He nodded dumbly again as she returned to her mouth open position and smiled sweetly up at him.

Mr. Sellers gripped his cock tightly and pointed it at Kelly’s lips, stepping the few final inches to her. Her warm lips wrapped around him and began to slowly slide down as she continued to look up at him. She smiled and pulled him out.

“You didn’t take the picture, silly,” she said playfully.

He grinned. “Sorry,” he muttered, raising his phone again.

She quickly took him back into her mouth, taking him completely in until he was brushing the back of her throat.

She winked as he took one picture, and then sat still as he took several more. Sliding her lips down his shaft a few times, she sighed softly and stood, heading towards where she’d dropped her clothes.

“Now don’t forget your promise, you dirty old man,” she said, winking.

He groaned, still holding his cock. She quickly dressed and saw him looking a little defeated.

She walked back over to him and leaned forwards, her arms resting on his desk.

“If you can’t continue to work like that, I guess you’ll just have to jerk off,” she said, looking back.

He groaned and nodded, his fist stroking furiously. It didn’t take long until he was ready and she pulled him back his free hand forwards until she felt his cock push into one of her butt cheeks. He thrust forwards, sliding into the fabric covering her ass and then in between her butt cheeks. She felt him push aside the fabric of her g-string briefly before he pulled back. A spurt of cum shot from the end of his cock as he came on the back of her skirt, his hand furiously stroking as she ignored him, pretending to look at something on his desk.

Again and again, he thrust forwards into her butt cheek, his cock spasming again and again as he dumped a load onto her skirt.

Finally, he fell back into his desk chair and tried to catch his breath. She smiled and looked at the mess on her butt.

“Naughty old man,” she said. “You came all over my clean skirt.”

He smiled and shook his head at her naughty talk. “You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”

She grinned and winked. “Not for a long time,” she said sexily. He chuckled as she stood.

“I think I’ll just let this dry there,” she said, turning to leave.

“Thank you,” he said, putting his cock away.

She walked to the door and opened it, stopping to look back as the cum began to soak into the fabric of her skirt.

“Don’t forget your promises,” she said.

He nodded and began to click on his phone.

She grinned at Marie as she returned to her desk. Marie shook a finger at her and whispered, “Sluuuuuuuuut!”

She sat down at her desk then, feeling the spurts of her bosses cum soaking into the fabric of her skirt.

*****

Duncan

Duncan looked at his phone and saw that Howard Sellers, Kelly’s boss, was sending him a message. He dropped what he was working on and picked it up, clicking it open.

Chuckling, he shook his head. Kelly had obviously been a naughty girl as she had promised. There was a picture of her standing mostly nude in Howard’s office, and then another of her with his cock in her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” came the next message from Howard. “She made me.”

Duncan chuckled. “Did you at least get to fuck my naughty little slut?” he asked.

The reply came quickly, it was another picture. This one showed Kelly’s black skirt with cum stains on it.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“She made me jerk off on her skirt,” he sent. “Again, sorry.”

Duncan laughed again.

“Relax Howard,” he sent. “She likes getting me riled up like this. I’ll be fucking her brains out tonight. Next time, you should manhandle her a little bit. She likes it.”

“Really?” came his reply. “You’d be okay with it?

“Absolutely. Teach that naughty little bitch a lesson!” Duncan laughed out loud. “That ought to get her going,” he said. He thumbed through the pictures again and felt himself getting erect.

“Ms. Scofield,” he said, phoning her desk.

“Yes, Mr. Thomas,” she said sarcastically.

“Take your panties off and get your ass in here,” he said.

He heard her giggling followed by a shuffle of clothing as the phone clicked off. A few seconds later, the door opened and she came in. She pushed the door closed with her foot and came over, lifting her skirt as she did and showing him that she’d removed her panties as he’d asked.

“My wife has been a bad girl, and got me excited. I need you to take care of it,” he said.

She grinned and walked over to his desk. “Blowjob?” she asked.

He shook his head and spun her around. Kneeling behind her, he quickly pushed his tongue into her pussy and caused her to fall forwards onto his desk. She moaned in pleasure, reaching back with a hand to caress his head for a second as he tongued her asshole.

“God,” she moaned, gripping the front edge of his desk as he split her folds with his tongue. “You eat my pussy so good, Mr. Thomas,” she said, glancing back. He grinned and slurped noisily at her.

There was a knock at the door and Mark’s voice called out. “Yo Dunc’! Ya busy?”

“Come in,” Duncan called.

Mark entered and then grinned as he saw what was happening. Duncan stood then and lifted Kara’s skirt, freeing his cock as he did so.

He walked over to where Kara was gripping the front edge of Duncan’s desk and reached down to unzip his pants.

She sighed in pleasure as Duncan began to gently thrust into her, slowly picking up speed until he was powering into her again and again. She groaned in pleasure as Mark pulled his cock out and ran it across her lips. Glancing back at Duncan for a moment, she moaned before turning back to Mark and taking his cock into her mouth.

Duncan thrust deeply into her, sending her forwards onto Mark’s shaft, her lips squeezing tightly around him. Smiling, Mark grinned at Duncan appreciatively.