Consenting Step Daughter

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“I’m just getting off shift,” he said. “Would you care to go for a cup of coffee or something?”

“Skip school?” she asked. “I couldn’t do that.”

“Sure you could,” he smiled. “You’d love to have a cup with me.”

She knew he was telling the truth and she knew she was going to skip school and leave with this young man. Finally Sandra nodded her head and he walked around and got into the passenger side of the car.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“We’ll go to my apartment,” Todd told her. “It’s just down the block. I make great coffee.”

She knew she shouldn’t do this, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to go with him. It wasn’t so hard picking up a man after all. And she knew what he was after just from the way he was looking at her. There was something hot in his eyes.

She was dressed in a simple skirt and blouse but she hadn’t bothered to wear a bra. She felt his eyes on her titties and they started feeling hot and heavy.

“You can park there,” he said.

He took her arm as they walked up the stairs to his apartment. She was surprised at how nice looking his apartment was. It was a man’s apartment with thick furniture and comfortable rugs. There were a couple of pictures on the wall of lewd looking women. They were both very revealing with their legs spread and Sandra blushed as she found herself looking, between their pussy lips.

“You like my pictures?” he asked.

“They are very naked,” she replied.

“I painted them myself,” he said. “With live models. Maybe you’d like to pose for me sometimes.”

“I don’t know.”

“I’ll make the coffee. There are some more paintings in the bedroom if you’d care to look.”

She had never been with a man like Todd before. He knew exactly what he wanted to do and she felt like she was in over her head.

She went into the bedroom. He was right about there being more pictures there and these were really dirty. She felt her heart beating wildly as she looked around. The walls were covered with paintings of couples together. There was every sort of lewd position that could be thought of. A couple Sandra had never heard of before.

She felt her body trembling a little. Todd brought the coffee into the bedroom and they sat on the edge of the bed and sipped it. She could taste whiskey in hers and she gave him a look that told him that she understood.

“You finish your coffee, sugar,” he said. “I’m going to get cleaned up.”

Her eyes followed him as he walked to the shower. He was already stripping off his shirt as he walked into the bathroom. As he peeled off his trousers she could see that he had a lean, muscular body that made her heart beat a little faster.

She finished her coffee. She knew she couldn’t sit there on the bed forever. She was hot and so was Todd and there was no use pretending to be some innocent virgin.

She got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. It was very steamy but she could see his muscular out line through the shower curtain. She quickly stripped out of her clothes and pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower.

“Well, well, well,” Todd said. “This is a nice surprise.”

“Do you need someone to wash you?” she asked.

“You bet, baby,” he told her.

She took the wash rag and soap and started soaping his body. He was in even better shape than she thought he would be. There was no fat on him. She let her soapy rag run across his belly and then lower to his rigid prick.

“You’d better watch that, baby,” he said. “It might go off!”

She only laughed as her fingers soaped his belly and moved down to his cock again. She dropped her hand lower and soaped between his thighs.

Then her fingers crawled back up and she stroked his cum-filled balls for a few moments. She dropped the rag and wrapped her fingers around his stiff cock.

“You’re not exactly washing me now,” he said gently.

“I think you’ll like what I’m doing better,” she whispered.

Her fingers circled his cock tightly and she moved her soapy hand up and down. Her other hand slipped up the inside of his thigh to play with his balls. His balls felt heavy as hell and she heard him groan.

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