I Fucked My Step Dad... And It Was Amazing.

It was just a few months after my mom died. My stepdad, R, asked me to marry him. I told him no, obviously, because marrying him was out of the question we didn't get along politically at all and he still saw me as a woman despite me being a trans man. That's neither here nor there, though.

Anyway, after I told R no to marrying him repeatedly, he asked if I would just fuck him instead. I will admit, it made me so horny to hear... But I couldn't do it yet. I told him no.

So he started asking again and again. Eventually one day I was drunk and high and I messaged him out of the blue. I told him to come over to my house, as I was living with roommates and they were away from home at the moment. Anyway, I told him to come over and fuck me, but only if I could call him Daddy. I said I'd be waiting on my bed and spread eagle for him if he decided to come fuck me.

He did. Not ten minutes later he was at y bedroom door, creaking it open and staring at me. I was wearing my mother's shirt, a cute asian inspired design, and my tits stuck out of the neck. I laid with my legs wide open for him on my bed, and when he came in, I said, "Hey, Daddy." I watched him take off his pants and in one fell swoop he came over to me and put his fingers inside of me.

Daddy fingered me a little bit, then he took his pants off and I watched him pull his cock out. He slipped his dick inside of me and R fucked me into my bed. I moaned for him and called him Daddy so much. He'd known me all my life almost so it was basically like has was my dad.

R put his lips on my nipples and sucked them. I wrapped my legs around him while he fucked me into my bed and we had one of the best days of my life. All too soon he'd cum and said he needed to go home.

It wasn't but a few hours before I messaged him again and asked him to come back to my house to fuck me again. This time I was on my front, doggy style, and he came back and fucked me harder. That might, the next morning, and the next day. We fucked so many times over the course of that weekend it was like a marathon. I wore my mom's clothes and he fondled and fingered me to oblivion.

For months afterwards he barged into my room and started fondling my tits at any given time, whenever he wanted to. He stuck his hands down my shirt and reminded me how much he lived our 'long weekend'. I felt so dirty and used and I loved it. I felt like my daddy really wanted me. I regret not fucking him more. He was a really nice lay.