Maid for My Stepfather

"Olivia, we need to talk," my mother called from downstairs.

I sighed, dragged myself out of bed, and headed downstairs, hating every step through this dumb house. After my parents divorced, my mother married a new man, Chris. He had a house in the middle of nowhere, and now I was forced to live there. I had just finished my freshman year of college and gone from friends, parties, and fun to absolutely nothing but a never-ending list of chores around this house, and I was probably being called to do another one.

"What?" I asked as I reached my mother in the living room.

"First of all, tone," Mom said sternly, "and sit down; we need to talk."

"Let me guess another thing that I have to do," I said in a perfectly reasonable tone as I sat down on the couch.

"We don't ask for much," Mom said, sighing, "and no, it's not that."

"You basically want me to be a maid," I said.

"That's not true, and please let me get this out," she said exasperatedly.

I sat there silently; it was the most polite response I could muster.

"It's a little awkward, but well, Chris asked me to ask if you could dress a little more... appropriately around the house."

"Well, that's a creepy thing to say, right?" I asked.

"No, dear, I think I agree," she replied.

"Mom, what?!" I said, livid, "This is my house, I live here, and some guy I don't even know is going to tell me what I can and can't wear!"

"It's Chris's house, dear," she said, and went to continue, but I interrupted.

"Oh, so now it's his house? When I agreed to come here over Dad's, it was our house."

"You know what I mean."

"No, I actually don't," I replied, crossing my arms over my ample chest.

"Just, no more short shorts and low-cut tank tops, ok? Please?" She said in a pleading tone.

"Fine," I said and stormed out back to my room.

"Thank you," she called out to me as I went upstairs.

That was a ridiculous request, and something my dad would never have asked for. Chris was a creep. I barely knew him, and he was telling me, his stepdaughter, to watch what I wear? What a weirdo; I couldn't believe my mom was going along with it. I was mad all day and texted all my friends about it; they all agreed Chris was a creep.

My mother worked as an administrator at a local hospital every day. The next time she left for work, I made a point of putting on my shortest shorts and smallest tank top. My legs were on full display, and from the right angles, a little of my ass was too. I put on a push-up bra to show off my large breasts even more than the shirt usually did. I found Chris working on something in the basement.

"What are you working on?" I asked him innocently.

He looked up at me, and I saw his eyes briefly drop down to my breasts. He turned away from me.

"I'm working on getting this thing to work," he said, gesturing at whatever he was working on.

"Oh, cool," I said, not meaning it.

I walked around his worktable so he could see me again.

"What is it?"

"It's the engine from an old lawn mower; mine just broke, so I'm going to try and swap out the engines."

"Wow," I said, not caring, "Does this mean you're going to make me cut the lawn now too?"

"No, that's a man's job," he replied, still not looking up.

"It feels like you're ignoring me," I said, stepping closer.

"I'm actually talking to you right now," he replied.

"Is it cause I'm wearing the outfit you asked my mom to tell me to stop wearing?" I asked.

He looked up at me but said nothing.

"You can be honest," I said.

"Don't you have something else to do?" He asked.

"No, there's nothing to do here except chores," I replied honestly, because there wasn't.

"Well, then go do some chores," he said.

"You know, my dad never told me not to wear anything," I said.

"Well, I'm not your dad," he replied, clearly annoyed now.

"Yeah, I know, Chris," I said, and I walked back upstairs, confident this would lead to a fight with my mother.

My mother reprimanded me that night. It was something about me needing to respect Chris, her, and myself. I countered that no one respected me, and we went back and forth like that for an hour. It was the most entertaining thing that had happened all week. Chris did not participate, but I caught him listening at one point. It was fun to get under their skin a little. Plus, I was in the right anyway.

The next day after my mother left for work, I was bored in my room and had an idea. It was summer vacation after all, and I needed to tan. I realized that Chris and I were home alone again. Mom had only asked about the shorts and low-cut shirts; she hadn't mentioned a bikini. I changed into my skimpiest bikini. I had a large, round ass that I had worked hard for in the gym. The thong bikini put it on full display. I had intentionally bought the top in a size too small. My tits were spilling out of it. I peeked out my window and saw Chris was working on something in the front yard.

I went downstairs and outside. I took one of the reclining chairs off the porch and pulled it down near where my stepfather was working. I chose a shaded part of the yard on purpose. I put on sunglasses so he couldn't see where I was looking. I pretended to look straight up at the sky, but my eyes were on him.

After a moment, he looked up at me, and I saw he was watching me. I was pretty sure he was checking me out. All of my body was on display. A beautiful, youthful body, and all he could do was complain to my mom about it. It was a little bit rude of him.

"What are you doing?" he asked me.

"Tanning," I said without moving my head.

"Shouldn't you be in the sun to do that?" he said.

"Oh yeah, I guess you're right," I said.

I stood up and dragged the chair closer to him. I made sure to point my ass towards him and lean over as I did so, giving him a great view if he took it. When I brought the chair to the sun, I stood and turned around. I stretched my arms up to the sky, letting my tits bounce a little; I saw his eyes go down again.

"I'm so sleepy," I said, "I might fall asleep tanning."

He grunted and went back to his work. I lay face down on the chair and untied the top of my bikini. Just cause I was teasing didn't mean that I should get a tan line. I pushed my ass up just slightly to show it off. The only clothing I had on was the bottom of my thong bikini. I put my face away from Chris, but listened intently to his movements.

At one point, I heard him stop moving and turned my head to look at him. He was staring at me. When I moved, he quickly looked away.

"What a creep," I thought.

Who could blame him, honestly? I was hot, but he started this whole thing by complaining to my mom. I looked up again and saw Chris go into the house.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I need to work on something else," he said, and disappeared into the house.

That was disappointing. I was alone out there now and didn't really want to tan. I retied the top of my bikini and went inside, leaving the chair where it was. In the entryway, I listened and could hear Chris in the basement. I considered antagonizing him further, but figured my mom was already mad enough about this; no need to push it. Besides, I apparently had a whole summer to do this.

I went to my room, ignoring my assigned chores for the day, and waited for my mother to return and talk to Chris. I mentally prepared my points for the argument to come. I thought I had to call him a creep; that would be the best option. The fight never came, e though. I was called down to dinner and reprimanded for not doing any chores, but that was it. No mention of tanning, bikinis, or anything. I went to bed as if nothing had happened.

I woke up the next day to my mother upset about how dirty the house was. She went on and on about how dirty everything was. I ate my breakfast without acknowledging her or her ramblings. As usual, she didn't notice I was quiet until it was time to assign work.

"Olivia, vacuum everything and start dusting, but do the dusting first, actually," Mom said, her voice trailing off as she left the room.

I kept my focus on my breakfast and my phone as she returned.

"If you have time, you can help Chris with setting up the pool... Are you even listening to me?"

"Uh-huh," I muttered without looking up.

"What did I tell you to do?"

"Dust, then vacuum," I replied.

"And do the dishes," Mom said with an exasperated sigh. "Chris, make sure she does all of it. She'll leave it all to me again if you don't."

Chris entered behind her, looked at me, then quickly looked away.

"Yeah, I'll do it," he said, not enthusiastically.

"Well, I need to leave; I'm late," My mom said.

She kissed Chris and left through the front door. Chris and I remained silent in the kitchen. I finished eating my breakfast while he ate his.

"Aren't you going to tell me to do something?" I asked.

"Your mother told you what needs to be done," he replied in a monotone.

"But I forgot," I lied.

"Dust, vacuum, and dishes," he replied, sounding annoyed.

"But I need to tan," I fake-protested.

He shot me a look.

"Don't you think I need to tan more?" I asked as innocently as I could.

"You can tan after or before as long as it's done."

"Do you think I should just change into my bikini now to save time?"

"I don't care what you wear; just do it," he said with a huff, leaving the kitchen, his breakfast unfinished.

An idea struck me as he walked out. If cleaning mattered more than what I was wearing, well, I would take him up on that. If they want a maid, I'll give them one.

I went upstairs to my room, went through my closet, and found my costume from last year's Halloween. It was a French maid outfit with a short black skirt with a white hem and a white frock on the front. The back tied into a bow. It came with black stockings, and last year I had worn it with black stilettos. It was not a functional outfit. It was made to leave the wearer as exposed as possible without violating any laws. The skirt barely covered my ass, and if I moved the right way, someone could get a great view of my round ass. The top was tight, and my tits barely fit, making it look like I was bursting out of it.

I looked sexy as hell in it. I put it on and checked myself out. I looked as good as I had last year. My ass was only covered by white panties. I only had to bend over slightly to expose them to anyone behind me. My tits must have gotten larger since last October, since they were pushing against the material so hard it was a little hard to breathe. The black stockings and stilettos completed the sexy look.

I took off my heels to walk downstairs more quietly, not wanting to alert Chris until everything was in place. I took the vacuum out of its place in the downstairs hall closet and started to vacuum the hall. Once the machine started, I slipped my heels back on. I felt ridiculous vacuuming in this silly outfit and heels, but it would be worth it to get one over on Chris. The creep probably wouldn't be able to take his eyes off me.

Once I finished the hall, I moved the vacuum to the living room, hoping Chris was there. To my disappointment, he was not there. The back door being opened indicated he was out there. I couldn't bring the vacuum out there. I also did not want to keep vacuuming. I had already done enough work for this.

I wondered what he would do if it stopped. I turned the vacuum off and waited. A moment later, I heard his heavy footsteps cross the porch toward the door. I turned around and bent at the waist; the puffy skirt went over my lower back, and my white panties were exposed. I pointed them toward the door, bending as low as I could while keeping my legs straight. I hoped it looked like I was fixing the vacuum.

I heard his footsteps come in, then stop. I raised myself and turned around. My stepfather was standing there, mouth agape.

"The vacuum stopped," I lied. "I was looking at it."

"Olivia..." He said, and I couldn't tell what his tone was.

"What?" I said as innocently as I could. I took a deep breath and pushed my tits out. I saw his eyes stare at my chest; he didn't look away this time.

"That is an inappropriate outfit to wear around the house," he said slowly,

"I live here; I can wear whatever I want," I replied snarkily.

"It's an inappropriate outfit to wear around me."

Finally, he was going to confront this head-on instead of going through my mom.

"I thought a maid outfit was especially appropriate for all the cleaning I have to do today," I said with a smile.

"And the heels?"

"I'm breaking them in."

"Olivia, I saw your fucking panties," he said angrily. "You can't be doing that."

"Oops," I said, smirking. "Here, let me fix that for you."

I took my hands and pulled up my skirt, grabbed my panties, and pulled them down. I stepped out of the loops one heel at a time as graciously as I could. I noticed Chris didn't look away as his stepdaughter undressed. What a perv. I took the panties and tossed them towards the stairs and out of sight.

"All better?" I asked.

We stood there silently for a moment. I felt uncomfortable in the silence. I realized my acting up had gone a little further than I planned. I was dressed in lingerie in front of my stepfather, and my bare pussy was exposed to the air. Only a thin skirt hid it from his eyes. I realized I might not be fully in control of this situation. Or myself.

"You want it that fucking bad, huh," Chris said, finally breaking the silence.

I stood there motionless, unsure of what to do. He took that as an answer. He strode quickly over to me and grabbed me. He pulled me over to the couch and sat down. He moved me so I bent over his lap. My head and torso hung over his left thigh, my waist was on his right leg, and my ass was up in the air. I grabbed the couch to steady myself. He grabbed my skirt and pushed it up onto my back. My ass and pussy were now bare and exposed to him. I could feel something hard pressing into my side from his pants and realized he was erect. I realized that I was turned on.

I was wet. He was hard. I was exposed. He was in control. I couldn't stop whatever was about to happen. I knew I didn't want to. I realized I had wanted this all along. I wanted my stepfather to give in to my teasing and do something we shouldn't.

He slapped my exposed ass, hard. I yelped in response.

"You like acting like a dumb little brat?" he asked, his voice harsh.

I couldn't respond. I didn't know what to say or do. I knew I liked what was happening, but I didn't know how to join in.

He slapped me again on the butt, even harder. I would have been pushed to the floor, but being bent over his legs kept me up.

"Answer me."

"Yes," I said desperately, unsure of what to say.

He slapped me again and again and again. It hurt but felt erotic. He was in control. I was in trouble. He was making sure I felt it.

"You're not going to be a brat for me anymore, understood?" He said.

"Yes, yes, I won't be," I said pleadingly.

He smacked my ass again. I heard the loud cracking noise of his hand meeting my ass. I gasped.

"Say, sir."

"Yes, sir," I responded quickly.

"You think it's funny to dress like a slut?"

"No, sir."

"Then why are you dressed like one?"

I didn't know the proper response. I wasn't sure what to say.

My hesitation didn't go over well, and he slapped my ass again.

"Why are you wearing heels to vacuum?"

"I don't know," I said quickly.

His hand came down onto my exposed ass cheek again. I cried out from the erotic pain.

"Why are you wearing stockings?"

He slapped my sore ass again without waiting for a response.

"Why are you wearing a costume?"

His hand came down again.

"Why are your tits out? Huh?"

He was slapping my ass hard and not giving me time to respond. I could only lie over his lap and take the abuse. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe through it. I was trying to think of what he wanted me to say.

"Why is your skirt so short?"

He didn't slap me this time. He started to grope my ass, caressing it, squeezing it.

"Why is your ass out right now? Why are you letting me touch you like this? Why are you acting like a slut?" He asked, but he didn't hit me again.

"Because I'm a slut," I said.

The words felt so hot coming out of my mouth. I'd never called myself one before, but how else could I end up here if I wasn't?

"Yeah, you are," he said, pulling me to my feet. "Lucky for you, I know what to do with sluts."

I was free of his grasp now. No longer held down. I could run if I wanted. I could get to my room and lock the door behind him. I could ask him to stop. I could stop this somehow. I didn't, though. I just stood there waiting for the inevitable.

I stood in front of him, black stilettos on my feet, stockings on my legs, a slutty maid costume that barely covered my ass, my tits falling out of the black and white lace top, and no panties. My mother's husband looked me up and down. I could see his erection in his pants. He was big.

His eyes followed my gaze. He smiled and reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He bucked his hips and pulled down his pants and underwear. His cock came out; it was long and thick. I drew a short breath, surprised by how big he was.

"That's for you, slut," he said, "you earned it."

Those words were so erotic coming from my stepfather. I was intimidated by his size, but I wanted that cock. I wanted it to pump semen for me, into me, all over me, because of me.

I put a hand on his knee and lowered myself to my knees in front of him and between his legs.

"Good girl," he said.

Without being told, I spit on both of my hands and started to jerk him off. I took the tip of his dick into my mouth and began to suck on it. I let as much spit as I could out of my mouth and onto him. Lubing his cock for my hands. My stepfather moaned in pleasure.

I felt his hands take the back of my head and force my mouth down his shaft. I gagged on it from the force and size. He touched the back of my throat before his hands pulled my back up. He quickly forced me back down and started repeating the motion. He was fucking my mouth. All I could do was try to relax my throat and put my tongue on his shaft. I kept my teeth out of the way and let it happen.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he said.

I was gagging and drooling spit all over his manhood. He was fucking my throat relentlessly. My mouth was making loud wet noises as he went in and out of me. I looked up at him to see he had thrown his head back and was groaning in pleasure. Finally, he let go of me and let me gasp for air. A strand of spit hung from my mouth to his cock. I resumed jerking him off while I caught my breath. I pressed my face into his thigh and looked up at him. I tried to do my best doe eyes for him. I had a better idea and pressed his cock to my face. I was panting, my large chest heaving up and down to get air.

"That's so hot," he groaned.

I mentally prepared myself to be face fucked again. I opened my mouth and started to suck him again. Waiting for those hands to come back and force him down my throat.

"Nah, come here," he said.

He grabbed me by my armpits and pulled me to my feet. He spun me around quickly, and I lost my footing in the heels. He held me up, my ass facing him. He forced me to bend over. My pussy became exposed to him. I felt his face come close; I felt his warm breath on my outer lips. He spat on my opening. Then took his fingers and moved them around, spreading his spit on my outer lips. I felt myself get wetter from his touch. I knew he was preparing me to be fucked.

He leaned back and grabbed my hips; he began to lower my ass to him. I put both hands on his knees and complied. He took one hand off of me, and I felt his tip pressing against my wet, waiting, slutty pussy. I moaned as he started to slide into me. His girth stretched me, and I felt parts of me touched that had never been touched before until his cock.

His manhood was so long, I couldn't believe it kept going. He was so deep into my pussy. I was moaning as his first insertion into me stretched me. I felt like my pussy was gaping. Every nerve in my pussy was screaming out in pleasure.

Finally, I felt our thighs meet. My stepfather was fully inside of me. I gripped his knees and planted my heels on the floor to lift myself. The friction felt incredible. When I got up high enough, I lowered myself back down his shaft.

"Yeah, ride my dick, you little brat," my stepfather said from behind me.

I could only moan in response. His hands were now caressing my ass and hips as I moved myself up and down his shaft. He pulled my skirt up so he could watch his cock disappear into his sluttly stepdaughter. I felt the motion and loved knowing he was watching it. The whole situation felt so erotic, so wrong. It felt so good.

I was able to move myself quicker as I warmed up to his dick inside me. I was trying to bounce up and down on him. I leaned forward further to make it easier. Giving him a great view of my ass, making his cock disappear.

He slapped my ass, not as hard as earlier, though. I moaned in response. I was loving being a slut for him, being fucked by him and his massive cock. It felt so good. I could feel the pleasure building inside me. Warm waves grew bigger with every bounce. I was throwing my ass back into his lap as hard as I could. Bouncing myself up and down his dick. My wetness covering him. Loud slapping noises of my ass and thighs meeting his bare lap with every bounce. I was about to cum.

"You're going to make me cum," I groaned to him and sped up my bouncing.

He slapped my ass again.

"You're going to make me cum, sir," he said, emphasizing the 'sir'.

"Yes, sir," I moaned, so close to orgasm.

I was frantically bouncing on his cock now. I wanted to orgasm so badly. I was moving up and down as fast as I could. His cock was forcing pleasure through me. I closed my eyes and focused on keeping myself moving. I was moaning and groaning loudly, unable to keep quiet and not caring. My legs and arms burned from the effort, and I had to slow down.

My stepfather felt it and grabbed my ass with both hands. He raised me on his cock before slamming me back down. He repeated the motion. I tried to help as best I could, but I was weak.

When the orgasm came, it was strong. Crashing over me. I felt myself begin to shake and lose control of my muscles. I couldn't hold myself up anymore, and I fell to the floor still cumming. His cock slipped out of me. One of my heels came off, and my skirt came down. I lay there quivering, unable to move.

"I'm not done with you yet," My stepfather said, standing over me.

He pulled off the rest of his clothes. He now stood naked, his cock at attention over me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to my feet. I tried to help, but I was disoriented from my orgasm. I stumbled and was only held up by his strong hands from behind. I could feel his cock pressing into my lower back. He forced me against the closest wall. My big tits were pressed painfully into it. He took both my arms and pinned them behind my back with one hand. He lifted my skirt, exposing my red ass to him. His other hand he used to guide his cock back into me.

I moaned at his penetration. I opened my legs as wide as I could to give him easy access to me. I was pushed into the wall as his first powerful thrust went into me. I tried to push my ass back to get more room, but he roughly held me in place.

"Stay there and take it," he ordered.

I did. He began fucking me hard and fast. Powerful thrust after powerful thrust, forcing me into the wall. I was moaning in pleasure.

"You're so deep, sir," I told him, speaking through the side of my mouth since my face was pressed into the wall.

He groaned in pleasure as a response to my subservience. It was so hot knowing that my body, my pussy was being used for his sexual needs.

He was fucking me towards another orgasm. My legs were still weak from my effort and my first orgasm. I had only one heel on, which made it hard to stand. I would have already fallen over, but my stepfather's grip on me and his powerful thrusts kept me against the wall. I was slowly sliding down, though. One hand still holding my arms behind me, he took his other hand and pinned my head to the wall. He was forcefully holding me in place as he fucked me.

"I said take it, you dumb bratty slut," he said, never slowing or stopping his thrusting into me.

His forceful hands, dirty words, and powerful cock were too much for me. I felt another orgasm race through me. Warm, dirty pleasure filled me up.

"I'm cumming," I moaned to my new lover, a father figure pounding my pussy relentlessly.

"Cum all over my dick like a good slut," he said.

And I did; it was all I could do.

He pulled out of me and changed his grip to my hips. He pulled me over to the couch; my other heel came off, but the strap stayed attached to my ankle. He was going to bend me over the couch, but I tripped and went to the floor, face first into the carpet. I rolled over onto my back to see my well-muscled, tall stepfather standing over me, stroking his large cock to the sight of his stepdaughter in black stockings up to my thighs, my pussy barely covered by the skirt, my big tits heaving from the effort of the lovemaking. I realized my tits had somehow stayed in the costume. I reached up and pulled the top down, exposing my tits for my stepfather.

"Oh fuck, those are nice," he said, enthusiastically stroking himself.

I spread my legs and raised my skirt. Exposing my already well fucked pussy to him. Inviting him back in. He came down to his knees and forced my legs further apart. He brought the tip of his cock down to my pussy and put his hands on either side of my head. I reached down and found the tip of his cock and guided it to my opening. He used his hips to force himself inside of me.

He started to move his hips back and forth, fucking me with his large cock. I moaned. My tits bounced with every thrust. A clapping noise came every time the front of his thighs met my inner thighs. Our skin met and pulled apart as he went in and out of my wet, young, eager pussy.

"You look so pretty with my dick in you," my stepfather said in my ear.

"You feel so good," I moaned back to him, "you're so deep. You're so big."

My words encouraged him, and his thrusts slowed but grew harder. I whimpered each time his tip went deep into me. His girth touched every part of my pussy. My tits were bouncing painfully from his powerful strokes. I cupped my tits with both hands to hold them in place and show them off to him.

He lowered himself to get better leverage to fuck me. We were chest to tits now. I wrapped my arms around his back, and spread my legs as wide as I could. We were face to face now too. He started to kiss my neck. It felt so good, so erotic.

"Oh, daddy, you're fucking me so good," I told him.

"Yeah, call me daddy," he replied.

"Yeah, you like that, daddy?" I said.

He grunted affirmatively.

"Yes, daddy, fuck my slutty little pussy."

His hips moved faster, sliding his manhood in and out of me quicker.

"You like how wet your stepdaughter is, daddy?"

He groaned in pleasure.

"You like it when I dress up for you, daddy?"

I could feel his body respond to my words. His cock entered me faster. He was loving this.

"Fuck me, daddy! Fuck me hard!" I cried out in his ear.

He groaned and pulled out of me.

"Give me that fucking ass," he said, getting off of me.

I quickly rolled over, pressing my tits into the carpet and pushing my ass up towards him. He was back inside of me quickly. He pushed me down into a prone position on the carpet. I reached back with both hands and pulled my ass cheeks apart for him. He put both hands past my head and started to move up and down. His cock in and out of me. My ass bouncing with every thrust. These were the most powerful thrusts he had given me yet.

"Yeah, take me," he groaned.

"Ohhh, daddy," I moaned.

He was fucking me so hard I started to move across the carpet. I could feel myself getting carpet burn on my exposed tits and thighs. I moved my hands from my ass to try and hold myself in place. He was fucking me across the floor; every thrust pushed me further. My exposed skin burned, especially on my sensitive tits. I didn't care about the pain; the pleasure being pounded into my pussy was too great.

"Daddy!" I yelled as he fucked me.

My ass was bouncing, and his large, hard cock was eliciting pleasure from every inch of my pussy. I could feel another orgasm coming. I wanted to tell him, but it was too intense. I could feel every inch of his raw manhood inside me using my pussy. That was all I could focus on.

"I'm close," my stepfather moaned behind me.

I wondered where he would cum. I loved knowing that I was going to bring him to orgasm. I was so close too. I couldn't do or say anything; I could only take his cock.

"Fuck," he groaned and pulled out of me.

He grabbed me by one hip and rolled me over. My big tits were red from carpet burn, as were my hands and thighs. He crawled up to me and put his big cock over my tits. I was so close to orgasm. I reached down with my hands and started to play with my swollen clit. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to let him know he could cum wherever he wanted.

He saw me playing with my pussy and reached his free hand down to help. Two fingers slipped inside me, and he found my G-spot. He started to rub it in a come-here motion. I moaned as he fingered me.

My stepfather's cock started to pump cum out of the tip. The first massive load splattered across my exposed tits. He aimed further up, and the next spurt of his cum went onto my face. I closed my eyes and felt more of it hit my tongue. It was so warm and salty. It was so erotic to taste his cum that I had brought out of him with my body. My orgasm finally came; I arched my back and screamed as it happened again. The pleasure coursing through me, the warmth flowing from my pussy. His massive dick was still spurting his seed over my face. I felt it hit my eye and cheeks. There was so much of it; he was covering me in his semen, marking his new ownership of me, his new stepdaughter, his new fucktoy.

My stepfather was forcing the last of his semen onto my tits as I writhed in the throes of the orgasm he had brought me to. My skirt was pulled up, my well-fucked pussy exposed. My stockings were torn from the rough fucking on the carpet. My hands, thighs, and tits were all red with carpet burn. My slutty maid outfit was ripped in a few places. The white frock had come off. My tits were exposed and heaving as I panted. My breasts and face were covered with my stepfather's white sticky cum.

I swallowed what cum I had in my mouth and opened it to show my stepfather.

"Good girl, now clean daddy off," he said, bringing his cock towards my face.

I opened my mouth, unable to get up as he brought his dick to me. I took him in and started to lick his cock. I could taste his cum and my wetness on him. It was so hot to clean myself off of his cock.

"You look like a slut," he said, taking in my appearance plus his cock in my mouth.

"I am a slut," I tried to say through his cock, "for you."

I knew I was a slut, only a slut could enjoy being covered in a man's cum this much. I loved it. I loved knowing my stepfather wanted me. That he was attracted to me. I loved how he used my body. So rough. So deep. I loved the way he had fucked me. I loved how he had brought me to orgasm. I loved how he had covered my tits and face in his cum.

I was slowly cleaning his cock with my tongue when I heard a car pull into the driveway. My mother must be home. Why was she home so early? Chris pulled his cock out of my mouth.

"Fuck," he swore. "Quick, go to your room."

He had to help me to my feet. I quickly grabbed my heels, panties, and the frock that had fallen off my costume. As I ran upstairs, cum covered tits bouncing as I went, Chris called out to me.

"I'm going to tell her you're sick and I'm doing your chores."

I nodded and continued my flight. I made it to my room. I stuffed everything in my hands into a drawer and started changing into more appropriate clothes. I could hear them talking downstairs, then footsteps coming upstairs. I abandoned my changing and leaped into bed. I pulled my covers over me, covering my tits and lingerie. I wiped the remaining cum off of my face onto the underside of the blanket. My mother knocked a few seconds later and then opened the door without waiting for a response.

"Chris said you're feeling sick," she said.

"Yeah, I have a headache," I replied, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

My tits were only hidden by the blanket. If she pulled it down, she would see my large breasts covered in drying cum. She would see the costume and stockings, her daughter dressed like a slut. Plenty of evidence could be found of me having been fucked like a slut by her husband.

"Hmmm, well, I'm not sure I believe you, but since Chris is doing your chores, I'll let it slide. Make sure you thank him," she said.

"Yeah, I will, Mom," I said.

"I'll thank him in a few different ways," I thought.

My mother closed the door and went downstairs. I changed out of my cum covered clothes and took a shower. I regretted washing my stepfather's seed off of me, but I knew it had to happen. I wish it had been inside me instead. The rest of the night went as normal, Chris and I doing our best to act as if nothing had happened in front of my mother. We didn't get a chance to speak alone before I went to bed. As I fell asleep, I wondered what would happen the next time my mother left the house.