Lips #21 (Itzy's Yuna)

The ring of the doorbell cuts through the quiet house. Yuna jolts slightly and brushes a strand of red hair from her cheek as she glances up from her phone. Her mom is still at work and her stepdad won’t be home for hours. And she knows the package can only be hers.

Her heart gives a little jump.

Barefoot, she pads down the hallway, tugging her oversized shirt lower over her thighs as she reaches the door. The sunlight spilling through the frosted glass makes her pulse quicken. She knows exactly what she ordered. But now that it is actually here, the reality feels different. When she opens the door, the delivery man gives her a polite nod, holding out a plain brown box with a printed label. Nothing about it betrays the contents inside. Yuna’s lips curve in a small smile as she signs for it. She’s careful not to meet his eyes too long, afraid he might somehow guess what she ordered.

“Thanks.”

She clutches the box to her chest as soon as it is in her hands. The door clicks shut behind her and she leans back against it for a moment, feeling the weight of the package. Her first toys. She has been curious for so long. But actually holding them now sends a rush of heat through her stomach. She presses the box tighter against herself and quickly heads toward her room, eager to unwrap what she’s been waiting for.

Yuna drops the package onto her bed and climbs up after it. Then she crosses her legs beneath her. For a moment she just looks at it, biting her lip. Her fingers tremble a little as she digs through the packing tape with a kitchen knife she grabbed on her way up. The flap pops open and her breath catches. Nestled inside, wrapped in layers of protective plastic, are the two shapes she has been fantasizing about for days. She peels the wrapping back slowly, savoring the reveal. The first toy is sleek and curved. The dildo, heavier than she expected when she lifts it out. Her cheeks warm as she tests the weight in her hand. Her mind is already picturing what it would feel like. The second toy makes her pulse quicken even more. The magic wand is larger, almost intimidating with its rounded head and smooth white body. She runs her fingertips over the surface, imagining the vibrations thrumming against her skin.

Yuna’s mouth goes dry. She sets them both side by side on her blanket, staring down at them with wide eyes. They look almost innocent, but Yuna knows what they were meant for. What they can do to her. Her thighs press together and she realizes she is smiling. Nervous but excited.

Yuna wants to just dive into her new experience right now. But she wants this to feel different from all the nights she’s hurriedly touched herself under the covers. This is her first time with real toys. It deserves to be special. She slips off the loose shirt and tosses it aside. She gets off her bed and walks toward her dresser. She opens the top drawer where she’s hidden the other secret delivery that has come yesterday. A delicate set of lingerie. Black lace. Threaded with hints of satin ribbons.

Her fingers linger over the fabric before she lifts it out. The bra cups her perfectly when she slides the straps over her shoulders. The panties cling snugly to her hips. The sheer lace is close to being see through. Her breath catches at her reflection in the tall mirror by the closet. Sexy.

Yuna turns slightly to admire the way the lingerie hugs her curves. Her long hair tumbles loosely over her shoulders. Her cheeks are flushed with color now. Half from embarrassment, half from excitement. She gives herself a small, shy smile in the mirror.

Her heart beats faster as she skips back to her bed. The toys wait patiently on the blanket. Yuna eases herself onto the mattress, lying back against the pillows as she smoothes her palms over the lace, letting herself relax and feel the moment. She curls her legs up, making herself comfortable. The excitement bubbles higher inside her. Tonight isn’t just about curiosity anymore. She’s ready to discover new things about her body.

Yuna’s hand slides down over her stomach, over the lace of the panties. Her fingers press lightly where she already feels warmth gathering. It is familiar. This is the way she always starts. But tonight it feels different. The lingerie, the toys lying so close within reach, the silence of an empty house… it all makes her shiver. She slips her hand beneath the fabric. Yuna touches herself slowly, closing her eyes as the pressure builds. Her breaths grow shallow and her thighs tense up. But instead of rushing to the end like she usually does, Yuna pulls her hand away, already gasping softly. Not yet.

Her gaze falls to the dildo waiting on the blanket beside her. She bites her lip, reaching for it with a mix of excitement and hesitation. The smooth weight of it in her hand makes her pulse jump. Sliding her panties down her legs, she spreads herself open and presses the toy against her entrance. The first push makes her gasp. It is fuller, heavier than her fingers have ever been. She eases it in slowly, savoring the stretch. But when she tries to take more, her body protests. Her lips part in a whimper as she pushes harder. Only to realize she can’t manage more than halfway.

“Too much…”

Yuna whispers, visibly frustrated. Her cheeks flush with both effort and disappointment. She pulls the dildo back, her breathing already uneven. But the need inside her hasn’t gone anywhere. If anything, it has grown sharper. Her eyes dart to the wand. With trembling hands, she picks it up and switches it on. The sudden hum fills the room. She touches the head lightly against herself and the reaction is instant. A shock of pleasure that makes her cry out rushes through her body and her hips jerk up. The vibrations are overwhelming. Way stronger than she imagined. Yuna presses harder, grinding against it. Her moans grow louder as waves of sensation crash over her. Her free hand claws at the sheets, her legs trembling as the wand pushes her further and further until she can’t hold back.

Yuna’s climax suddenly tears through her. More intense than anything she’s ever felt by her own hand. She gasps and shudders as she rides it out. She clings to the toy until the last pulse fades and she collapses back against the pillows. The wand slips from her fingers, buzzing softly against the blanket. Yuna lies there, chest heaving, eyes wide in shock. She has never, ever climaxed like that before. Her body is still twitching from the force of her orgasm.

She thinks she is now satisfied. But the moment her breathing evens out, she feels it again. A restless ache deep inside her that refuses to fade. It startles her. She never wanted more after finishing before. But now her body craves it. Her thighs rub together as if begging for another release. Her gaze drifts back to the dildo lying beside her. Slowly, she reaches for it again, her fingers curling around the smooth shaft. She presses it against herself once more, guiding it in until she feels that same intoxicating stretch. The thickness fills her deliciously, making her moan out. But as she tries to slide it deeper, her body resists yet again. She bites her lip, frustrated at the thought that she can only manage halfway. The embarrassment stings. She was greedy when she ordered and now she can’t even take the toy properly. Her cheeks burn at the thought. But instead of pulling it out, she stops. She lets it stay inside her, her walls clenching around it as her body trembles with the strain.

On impulse, Yuna grabs the wand again and presses it against her clit. The reaction was immediate. A shockwave that makes her cry out and has her hips bucking. The combination of being stretched full and the relentless vibrations send her spiraling. It is so much stronger than before. The fullness makes every pulse of pleasure sharper and deeper. More real.

Yuna’s back arches as she presses the wand harder, her voice breaking into gasps and moans. The embarrassment of not being able to take it all fades as it gets drowned under the overwhelming bliss of the two sensations together.

It is better than she could have imagined. Yuna’s toes curl. Her body shudders uncontrollably as another climax builds fast. It crashes over her even harder than the first. She cries out, her thighs shaking. She clings to both toys as the waves drag her under.

When she finally slumps back onto the bed, her skin glistens with sweat. Her body is limp but her eyes are wide with disbelief. She didn’t just discover something new. She unleashed something in herself she can’t ignore now.

Yuna’s hand drifts down and wraps around the base of the dildo. Slowly, she pulls it free, shaking at the way her walls cling to it until it slides out with a wet sound. She sits up, catching her breath and looks at the toy glistening in her hand. The sight makes her cheeks flush with fresh heat. It is too big for her, she thought again, still disappointed she can’t take more. But then her eyes linger on the sheen coating the plastic.

A drop of moisture catches the light. Yuna hesitates, biting her lip. Her heart pounds at the thought. She shouldn’t even consider it. But her curiosity burns hotter than her embarrassment. She leans down and darts her tongue out, tasting herself for the very first time. Her eyes widen. It isn’t bad at all. Sweet, salty, warm, but not unpleasant. Almost… addicting. Curious, she runs her tongue along the length, licking it clean. She only pauses to suck gently until every trace of her juices is gone. By the time she sets the dildo down, her thighs are already pressing together again. The need inside her doesn’t let go.

Yuna lies back and grabs the dildo and guides it inside once more. The stretch makes her gasp, but this time she doesn’t let it stay still. With her free hand holding the wand against her clit, she begins to move the dildo. Slow and shallow at first, then deeper. Her body adjusts as the pleasure inside her grows. The combination is unreal. Every thrust sends sparks through her. The wand’s vibrations make her entire body shake. Her moans fill the room. They sound high and desperate as her hips lift to meet the rhythm of the thrusts of her hands.

The pleasure climbs higher than ever, almost overwhelming her. Yuna clutches the sheets, her body tensing as she feels something building again. Her cry echoes as she suddenly squirts. Her body spasms around the dildo. Warm wetness splashes over her thighs, her hand, even the sheets beneath her. She gasps in shock, her chest heaving as she looks down at the mess she made. She never imagined she could do that. And yet the sight of it only makes her wetter. Her body is already aching for more.

But Yuna blinks down at the wet mess spreading over her sheets and after a couple of seconds panic rises almost as fast as her arousal had.

Oh god…

Her mom or stepdad would definitely notice if she leaves it like this. Her heart races as she scrambles off the bed. She tugs at the damp blanket with both hands until she’s pulled the sheets free. She balls the bundle up against her chest and runs quickly down the hall. Every creak of the floorboards makes her wince, terrified someone might come home early and catch her like this. In the laundry room, she stuffs the sheets into the bin of dirty clothes by the washing machine and shoves the lid closed.

Crisis avoided. For now.

But as Yuna walks back toward her bedroom, her body is still thrumming with leftover heat. Her eyes land on the toys waiting where she left them. Her lips part and a needy ache blooms in her stomach again. The fear of being caught doesn’t scare it away. If anything, it makes it stronger. She picks up the wand, switched it on and pressed it against her clit. Her knees go weak instantly, the vibration stealing her breath. Her other hand hovers over the dildo. A wild thought suddenly flickers in her mind, making her blush as she examines the dildo.

What if I put this in my mouth while I use the wand?

Her tongue traces her lips unconsciously. The idea is filthy, but it excites her even more. She leans back on her bed, ready to try, when another spark ignites inside her head.

What if I did it somewhere else?

The image comes to Yuna so vividly she almost gasps. Herself sprawled across the living room couch, lingerie clinging to her body, wand humming between her thighs as she sucks on the dildo. The sheer wrongness of it makes her whole body shiver. It’s in the open, in the very room where her family sits together every evening.

Yuna bites her lip, her pulse quickening. The thought alone is dangerous… and irresistible.

She hesitates only a moment longer before her curiosity wins out. Grabbing both toys, she tiptoes out of her room, her heart hammering against her ribs with every step down the hallway. The house is still silent, but that only makes the thrill more apparent. In the living room, she flicks on a small lamp and spreads a blanket across the couch. Yuna’s hands tremble with anticipation. The sight alone makes her knees weak. She is really about to do this. Right where her stepdad usually sits and watches TV.

She climbs onto the couch, kneeling on the blanket. Her bra continues to cling to her chest as she tugs down her panties once more. With one hand she switches the wand back on and presses it to her clit. The sudden vibration makes her hips buck. A moan slips past her lips before she can stop it. Her other hand lifts the dildo. Her mouth waters as she brings it close. The memory of her taste is still fresh on her tongue. Yuna hesitates, but then she opens her lips and wraps them around the tip. She sucks carefully at first, but quickly becomes bolder. Her saliva starts to coat the shaft.

The combination is dizzying. The wand’s relentless hum against her clit and the thick toy sliding over her tongue. Yuna closes her eyes, moaning around the dildo as the pleasure builds quickly. Her body trembles with every pulse. The thrill of being out in the open, of doing something so reckless, only makes it hotter.

The front door isn’t locked. That is the first thing you notice when you turn the handle and it gives way with ease. You frown, wondering why Yuna left the door open. You came home early and you’re now wondering if she’s doing something she shouldn’t be doing.

“Hello?”

You call out, peeking into the quiet hallway. No answer.

Then you hear it. A faint, unmistakable hum, like an electric razor but steadier. And then, almost hidden under it, a low moan. You raise an eyebrow in confusion as you move further in, drawn toward the sound. When you round the corner into the living room, your breath catches hard in your throat.

Yuna. Your stepdaughter. She is kneeling on the couch, her body wrapped in black lace lingerie that clings to every curve. A blanket is spread beneath her, but her focus is elsewhere. One hand is pressing a buzzing wand tight against her clit, while the other guides a thick dildo in and out of her mouth. Her eyes are closed. Her cheeks are flushed. Her moans vibrate around the toy as her hips rock against the wand. She looks completely lost in it. Utterly unaware of anything but the heat consuming her.

You freeze in the doorway, heart racing, unable to look away.

“Yuna?”

Her name leaves your lips before you can stop yourself.

Yuna’s eyes snap open in shock. And at the exact same moment, her body arches violently. A muffled cry spills around the dildo still between her lips. Her hips grind helplessly against the wand. You watch in stunned disbelief as she cums right there. Right in front of you. Your stepdaughter. Her body trembling and spasming. Her moan fills the room as she yanks the dildo from her mouth. Her wide eyes lock on yours even as wave after wave of her climax roll through her. Her cheeks burn crimson red, but her gaze never leaves you. The humiliation of being caught and the raw, unstoppable orgasm collide in her expression. Surprise, shame and pure ecstasy flashing across her face all at once.

“Y–You…”

She gasps between breaths, still shuddering. Her knuckles are white around the wand pressed to her clit.

You stand frozen, caught between the urge to look away and the inability to tear your eyes from her. She is still trembling on the couch, her mostly naked body beautifully twisting in all sorts of ways. Her chest rises and falls in sharp bursts. The dildo slips from her hand and rolls across the blanket. It’s still wet from her mouth.

You shake your head to clear your thoughts. But you can’t help yourself. Your gaze trails over her yet again. The black lace clings to her curves and you catch a hint of her nipples through the nearly see through material. Drops of sweat glisten on her collarbone. Her lips parted as she gasps for breath. She looks devastatingly hot. That realization sends a jolt through you. A war between your instincts and your conscience.

“Yuna…”

You say again, a little softer this time as you try to find your composure.

“What…What is going on?”

Her eyes flicker to yours. She bites her lip. Her thighs squeeze together even as the wand hums weakly in her hand. For a moment, you think she’ll scream, or cry, or beg you to leave. But instead, her voice comes out as a whisper.

“Don’t… go.”

The confession lingers between you two. Her body still shivers with aftershocks, but her gaze burns with something else now. Something hot and intense. You’ve watched your fair share of porn before you got married to her mother. You never understood these scenes that were about situations like these. But after Yuna became your stepdaughter, you did think about it once or twice. Who wouldn’t? Yuna’s body is basically perfection. Especially when she’s kneeling there in her seductive black pieces of lace while looking at you with desperate eyes.

“Yuna, you’re-”

You begin, but the words falter as she shifts closer on the couch. Her dark bra shows off more of her cleavage as she bends forward a little.

“You’re my stepdad.”

She whispers, as if she is reminding herself as much as you.

“You’ve always been kind to me. And now… now you see me like this. I…”

She hesitates, her fingers brushing nervously against her thigh.

“I don’t want you to just watch. I want you to touch me.”

The air seems to crackle with electricity. Your heart thuds painfully in your chest as you stare at her. This girl who has been begging you to let her drive your car for months is now offering herself to you in the most vulnerable way possible. You wonder for a second if this was actually her plan. To seduce you or something so you’ll give her your keys. But her desperate, pleading eyes look purely genuine.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.”

Your voice is already hoarse as if you haven’t had anything to drink the entire day.

Her answer is immediate.

“Then… teach me.”

You blink, startled, but she presses on. Her blush spreads down her neck.

“I’ve never… done it. I mean, not with anyone. I’ve never even… given a blowjob before.”

Her eyes flick to the dildo lying forgotten on the blanket, then back to you.

“I was trying to imagine it with that. But I want to know what it’s really like.”

Her voice drops to a pleading whisper, trembling but steady with resolve.

“Will you teach me?”

“No.”

The word leaves your mouth the second she asks the question, surprising even you. Yuna looks up at you, her lips still parted, her cheeks hot with the blush of her climax.

“We shouldn’t cross that line.”

You force your voice to stay steady.

“You need to put some clothes on, Yuna. Right now.”

Her pout is instant. Her lower lip juts out as her gaze falls to the floor. For a moment, you think she might listen. But then a sly smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. You know that kind of smirk. That’s the kind that is playing on her face when you say no to something, but her mother says yes.

“Is it because my cute little lingerie set is distracting you?”

She teases you. Her fingers toy with the lace strap at her shoulder.

Your jaw tightens as you attempt to stay calm.

“Stop playing around.”

But she doesn’t. Yuna gracefully slides off the couch and the blanket slips from her knees. She crosses the room toward you. Her hips sway a little with each step. Her eyes never leave yours. The black lace on her hips seems to whisper into your ears. One little tug and you’d see what Yuna really looks like.

“Yuna…”

You warn, but your throat is drying out.

She stops right in front of you, tilting her head back to meet your eyes. Up close, her smirk deepens. Her lashes flutter innocently.

“You know, as my stepdad, isn’t it your responsibility… to teach me how to satisfy someone?”

Her words make your chest tighten. Heat rises inside you despite your best efforts to stay in control.

“I said stop.”

But before you can step back, her hand slides down. She shamelessly cups your cock through your pants. The sudden contact makes you jolt, your body betraying you even as your mind screams against it. Without thinking, your hand shoots up. It catches her by the throat. Not harsh, but firm enough to stop her movement. Her eyes widen. Not with fear, but with something far more dangerous. A slow, sultry curl forms around her lips as she looks up at you.

“I said no.”

You repeat, your hand firm at her throat.

Yuna’s lips part, as she looks up at you. For a heartbeat you think she’ll pull back. But instead she bites her lip, her eyes shimmering with arousal.

“Then why does your hand on my throat make me so wet?”

The words hit you like a strike to the chest. Your fingers loosen instantly as if the contact with her skin burns you and you pull your hand away from her.

Yuna-”

You’re ready to scold her, to put an end to this before it goes any further.

But she cuts you off with another firm squeeze of her hand around your cock through your pants. This time she doesn’t shy away. Her eyes are steady and her touch is almost urging.

“I’ve fantasized about you.”

She suddenly admits, her voice trembling with the weight of her words.

“Every time I touched myself… it was always you I imagined. And now you caught me.”

Her cheeks burn as she presses closer. Her words are now tumbling out in a feverish rush.

“Now I can finally live those fantasies.”

Her tone shifts into something sweet, almost innocent as her fingers curl tighter around your shaft. She tilts her head, her eyes wide and pleading.

“Please… let me learn. Teach me how to suck your cock.”

The room falls silent. Her words hang heavy in the air. The weight of them presses down on you, your body betraying the conflict raging in your head. Your jaw is clenched, your pulse is thundering in your ears. Everything about this is wrong. She is younger, your stepdaughter, someone you promised yourself you’d never even look at that way.

And yet… your body betrays you.

Yuna feels it too. Her fingers squeeze you again as if to prove her point.

“See? You want it too.”

“Yuna…”

Her body shifts closer. The lace of her lingerie brushes against your arm as she rises on her toes, letting her chest press against you. Her breath tickles your jaw. Her lips are so close you can feel the warmth of them without a kiss.

“You always looked so serious around me.”

She tilts her head, her red hair brushing your shoulder.

“I used to wonder what it would take to make you lose control.”

Her hips sway just enough for you to feel the heat radiating from her through the thin fabric. Your conscience screams to push her away, but your hands twitch uselessly at your sides.

Then Yuna’s fingers go for your belt.

You freeze as she toys with the buckle. Her eyes never leave yours, daring you to stop her.

“Just let me try. You don’t have to do anything. Just… let me.”

The buckle comes loose with a soft metallic clink and Yuna tugs the zipper down. Her eyes are fixed on the growing bulge beneath the fabric. She gives it a gentle pull and your pants slip down your thighs, pooling at your feet.

Your breath comes heavier now. Your mind screams wrong, wrong even as your body betrays the truth. You’re already giving in.

Her gaze flicks upward. A flush creeps up her cheeks as she hooks her fingers into the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly. The fabric rises inch by inch until your abs are bare under the warm lamplight. Yuna bit her lip, her pupils dilating.

“God…the boys in my classes don’t look like this.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as though blocking her from view would dull the rush coursing through your veins. It doesn’t. If anything, her words fuel the fire already clawing at your restraint. Yuna leans in closer, her breath brushing your skin. She lets her lips ghost along the ridges of your stomach, soft kisses that make you shiver despite your discipline. Her tongue darts out, tracing a line over one defined muscle. Then another. Like she can’t decide which she likes more.

“You’re so hard here.”

She murmurs against your skin and her free hand slides lower. Her fingers curl around your cock through your underwear. She gives you the lightest squeeze, testing how much she can make you react. Your breath hitches in response, your fists clenching at your sides as her hand moves in slow, torturous strokes. She is worshipping your body like it is something she’s dreamed of for years. Every kiss to your abs, every brush of her hand against your cock…it all drags you deeper into the edge you’ve been fighting so hard to resist.

Eventually you’ve had enough. In one swift motion, you grab Yuna by the shoulders and push her down, guiding her to her knees in front of you. The soft thump of her knees on the floor seems to echo in your ears. Yuna’s head is tilted back. Her hair spills over her shoulders as she looks up at you. And instead of fear or hesitation, there is an amused glint in her eyes. Her lips curl into a smirk as she bites down on her lower lip.

“Yes, daddy.”

She teases you, the word dripping with mischief and need.

Your chest tightens as heat courses through you at the sound. It only made your pulse hammer harder.

“Start slow.”

Your voice is rougher than you intended.

“Use your hand. Tease me first.”

Yuna nods, obedient for once. Her small fingers slide under the waistband of your underwear and curl around your cock yet again. Her grip is hesitant but eager and she begins to stroke you slowly. Her eyes never leave yours in the process.

“Good.”

Your breath catches at the feeling of her hand while she looks up at you like this. Half innocent, half begging for your cock.

“Now… kiss my thighs.”

Yuna’s smirk deepens. She leans in so her lips brush the skin just above your knee. Soft, lingering kisses trailed upward. Her tongue darts out occasionally to taste you. Each press of her mouth has your thighs tense. Her hand keeps moving over your length at the same time. Slow and steady. Her lips and tongue explore the inside of your thighs. When she glances up at you between kisses, her expression is pure temptation. Big eyes, beautiful face, red lips…Those lips move along your inner thigh, leaving a trail of soft kisses and quick flicks of her tongue. Her hand never stops stroking you through the thin fabric of your boxers. Her touch is soft, just enough to keep you aching for more. Every time she glances up at you between kisses, her eyes sparkle with mischief, like she knows exactly how close you are to losing it completely.

Finally, your voice comes out in a commanding tone.

“Pull them down.”

Yuna’s fingers pause only long enough to toy with the waistband before tugging your boxers down. The fabric slips past your hips and she gasps audibly as your cock springs free.

“Oh…”

Her eyes are wide. For a heartbeat she just stares, biting her lip as she compares it to the memory of the dildo on the couch.

“You’re… you’re just as big as the toy.”

Her voice shakes with disbelief, but her eyes never leave your length. Her hand reaches out again almost on instinct, curling around your shaft with trembling fingers. Her mouth waters visibly as her lips part.The pink tip of her tongue darts out as if she can’t help herself. The sight makes your breath hitch. A deep groan slips out before you can catch it.

“You look like such a little slut right now.”

Yuna shivers at your words. Her blush deepens, but that smirk returns to her lips. She bites down harder on her lip. Her expression is lewd and hungry as her hand slides slowly along your shaft.. Her reaction alone makes your cock twitch in her grasp. Her eyes light up at the sight, her smirk turning into a grin. You steady yourself, forcing a rough breath through your nose as Yuna strokes you, her eyes wide and sparkling in awe.

“Alright, if you really want to learn… then listen.”

Her grin softens into something more earnest. Somehow she now looks borderline shy and you’re hit with the fact that Yuna isn’t just your stepdaughter, but also almost half your age. She nods quickly and her grip tightens around your cock.

“First,”

You gently rest a hand on the back of her head.

“start slow. Use your hand at the base. Don’t just shove me in your mouth.”

Yuna swallows hard, biting her lip before adjusting her grip to hold you near the base. Her other hand braces on your thigh.

“Now, kiss the tip. Just your lips first.”

Her cheeks flush deeper as she leans forward. She presses a soft kiss to your head, hesitant but loving. The warmth of her lips sends a shiver up your spine.

“Good, now lick. Just the tip. Use your tongue.”

Yuna’s tongue darts out and flicks against the sensitive skin. Then, encouraged by your quiet groan, she flattens it and gives a slow, wet lick up the underside. She pulls back a little, her lips curling into a grin.

“Like this?”

Her voice is sweet, teasing and innocent all at once.

Your hand tightened slightly in her hair.

“Exactly like that. Keep going.”

She bends down again, alternating between kisses and long, slow licks. Her saliva starts to coat your cock. Her eyes often flick up, searching your face for approval as she feeds off every reaction.

“That’s it.”

Your voice sounds rougher, more raw. As if you’re starting to lose control of it. Like your body.

“Now wrap your lips around it. Just the head. Nice and slow.”

Yuna bites her lip, then leans in obediently. Her mouth opens and she slides her lips down over the tip, sucking softly as she pulls back with a faint pop. The sound alone makes your cock twitch and her eyes light up with delight.

“I can taste you.”

Her whisper makes goosebumps form on your skin as she licks her lips quickly before taking you in again. This time deeper. Your hand lingers on the back of her head and your fingers thread through her soft red hair as she sucks gently on your tip. You feel every tentative pull of her lips, every curious flick of her tongue. It isn’t practiced, but her eagerness makes your cock twitch in her mouth.

“Easy.”

You almost sigh as you guide her back an inch.

“Don’t rush it. You’ve never done this before. Take your time.”

Yuna pulls back with glossy lips, her cheeks flushed. She grins up at you, her hand still stroking lazily at your base

“Sorry, daddy. I just… can’t help it. I want to taste all of you.”

The words make your jaw clench and your resolve crumble. But you force yourself to stay in control.

“Not yet. You’ll choke if you try too much too soon.”

Yuna’s eyes darken with lust and she leans in to give your tip a playful kiss before dragging her tongue slowly down the underside of your shaft. She pauses to lick at the base, leaving your cock glistening with her saliva. Then works her way back up with a trail of wet little kisses.

“That’s good.”

You sigh, grabbing her hair a little tighter

“Make it messy. Use your tongue. Let me feel it everywhere.”

Obediently, she swirls her tongue around the head before taking you into her mouth again. This time though, her excitement gets the better of her. She pushes herself down too quickly, gagging slightly as the thick length hits the back of her throat. Her eyes water and she coughs as she pulls back. You hold her by the chin, tilting her head up.

“Slow down.”

You say firmly, brushing your thumb over her lower lip.

“You don’t need to prove anything. Halfway is more than enough for now.”

Yuna nods, biting her lip. She blushes in embarrassment, but her smirk returns almost immediately.

“I wanted to impress you.”

“You already are.”

You guide her back down onto your cock.

“Now… keep your lips tight. Hand at the base. Go slow. That’s it.”

Yuna does as told, stroking the length with her hand while she bobs her mouth carefully over the tip. The combination of her tongue swirling and her lips sucking sends sparks of pleasure racing through you. Each time she pulls back, her mouth glistens more.

“That’s better.”

Yuna almost gasps at your approval.

“Now listen, don’t just move up and down. Use your tongue on the underside as you go. Feel that ridge?”

She hums around you in acknowledgment, her tongue pressing firmly as she slides down again. The vibration of her moan around your shaft makes you groan in response. Your hips twitch despite your effort to stay still. Yuna pulls off again, wiping her mouth quickly with the back of her hand before grinning up at you.

“Did I do it right?”

“More than right. But keep going. Stay steady. Don’t rush.”

She gives a sweet little nod, then bends down again, lips wrapping around you with growing confidence. This time she finds a rhythm. Her hand strokes the base in sync with the slow bob of her head. Her tongue flicks and swirls as she goes. Every so often her eagerness gets the better of her. She pushes too deep or speeds up suddenly, making her gag or her movements sloppy. Each time, you tug lightly at her hair, reminding her.

“Slow. Controlled. You’re not racing me.”

And each time, she blushes, smiles shyly and tries again.

Minutes pass like that. Yuna worships you with lips and tongue, pausing only to look up at you with that wide eyed, flushed face. Her chin is wet now, strands of spit connecting her lips to your shaft every time she pulls back. She is messy and inexperienced, but her hunger and her need to please you make every sloppy second unbearably hot.

“You’re learning.”

Your hand tightens in her hair as another jolt of pleasure rushes through you.

“Already better. Look at you… drooling on my cock like a little slut.”

Yuna’s moan vibrates against you as her eyes roll up as if the words alone fuel her. She pumps her hand faster at the base, her mouth working you with renewed effort. Her messy eagerness mixes with your firm guidance until your control begins to slip. You pull Yuna back gently by her hair, your cock slipping from her lips. She looks up at you with a dazed, messy expression. Her mouth is glossy with spit.

“Good girl.”

Your chest is rising and falling heavily by now.

“But let me teach you something else.”

She tilts her head curiously, her hand still wrapped around your cock, stroking absentmindedly.

“Spit on it.”

Yuna leans forward and gathers saliva in her mouth before letting it fall from her lips in a thick string that lands across your length. It splatters down your shaft, dripping over her hand.

“Messier.”

She does it again. This time with more spit, letting it coat your cock until her hand slides easily over your slick length. Her eyes sparkle as she spreads it around with slow strokes, smearing her spit over every inch of you.

“That’s better.”

Your praise as Yuna smiles up at you, a small strand of her spit dangling off her chin.

“Now use your hand properly. Not just up and down. Twist as you go.”

Yuna obeys, her small hand gripping you tighter. Her wrist twists slightly as she pumps. You hiss through your teeth, the sensation sharper than before.

“That’s it. Good girl. Now use both hands.”

Her eyes widen slightly, but she obeys quickly, wrapping her other hand around the base. She strokes with both, twisting in opposite directions, her fingers sliding easily over your spit slick cock. The sight of her kneeling there, black lace lingerie barely covering her body, her mouth swollen from sucking, both hands stroking you while she looks up with flushed cheeks make your chest tighten.

“Look at you.”

You groan when you feel one of her fingers brush over your tip

“On your knees, stroking me with both hands. You look like you were made for this.”

Yuna bites her lip, her pace faltering slightly as a shiver goes through her. She glances up again, her eyes wide, filled with a mix of pride and hunger.

“You can talk if you want. When your mouth is empty, you can talk dirty. Say what you’re thinking.”

Her blush spreads down her neck, but her strokes don’t stop. She licks her lips nervously before giving it a try.

“I… I love how heavy it feels in my hands.”

Your cock twitches at her words and her smile grows.

“It’s so much bigger than I thought… and so hard.”

She bit her lip again and hesitates, but then looks up at you pleadingly.

“What else can I say? Tell me what phrases…”

You groan as her hands keep moving.

“Say you want to be my little slut. Say you want me to use your mouth.”

Yuna’s cheeks burn as a whimper escapes her mouth

“I want to be your little slut, daddy. I want you to use my mouth however you want.”

“Good.”

You notice how everytime you praise her she jerks up in delight.

“Now say you love stroking me. That you’ll make me cum if I let you.”

Yuna’s eyes darken and her voice trembles as she repeats your words.

“I love stroking you, daddy. If you let me… I’ll make you cum.”

Her hands pump faster, twisting and sliding over your cock. Her slick grip makes lewd wet sounds in the quiet living room. She stares up at you with an expression that is equal parts sweet and filthy, her mouth forming the words you feed her as she works you harder and harder. The mix of her messy obedience, her clumsy eagerness and her desperate need to please makes your restraint thin to nothing. You tighten your grip on Yuna’s hair, but instead of pushing her down, you force yourself to ease her back.

“For now… do what you want. Show me how much you want this.”

Her eyes light up and she immediately leans into her strokes, both hands twisting and sliding over your spit covered cock. She licks her lips quickly, her voice soft at first.

“You’re so hard in my hands… it feels like you’ve been waiting just for me.”

Your cock twitches visibly in her grip, and her eyes widened in delight. She leans in closer, her strokes tightening.

“Do you like that, daddy? Hearing me talk about your cock?”

“Keep going.”

Your breaths and groans are growing heavier.

Yuna’s words come out bolder now.

“I bet you’ve dreamed of me on my knees, haven’t you? Stroking you, drooling on you… begging for your cum.”

Your groan slips out before you can stop it. Her grin grows triumphant.

“I want it so bad… want to taste it, to swallow it all down like your dirty little girl.”

Now her words make your cock twitch violently in her hands. Yuna laughs softly at the reaction. But then her expression shifts, her lips parting, her eyes locking hungrily on your shaft.

“…I can’t wait anymore.”.

She leans forward and takes you back into her mouth. This time, her eagerness shows. She pushes down further, her lips sliding over more of your length. You groan as her tongue flattens against the underside of your cock, her throat working as she tries to take you deeper.

She pulls back, spit stringing from her lips, then pushes down again, further this time. Her nose nearly brushes your stomach before her throat closes around you. She gags, coughing lightly as she pulls back with a wet gasp, saliva spilling from her lips down her chin. Her eyes water, but instead of stopping, she goes again. Over and over Yuna bobs her head, looking determined, forcing your cock deeper each time until the head hits the back of her throat. Every gag makes her pull back, her chest heaving. But then she dives right back down, her messy determination making your cock pulse in her mouth.

Your hand tightens in her hair as you try to pull her back a little.

“Yuna, slow down. You’re going to choke.”

She pulls back with a wet pop, wiping her mouth with her hand, her chin slick with drool. She looks up at you with glassy eyes and a mischievous smirk.

“I’ll learn… I want to. I want to take it all the way down.”

You can’t believe the sight of your stepdaughter. Messy, desperate, so willing to ruin herself just to please you. You stroke her damp cheek with your thumb.

“Not tonight. You’ll get there. You don’t have to take it all now. You’ve already done so good, Yuna.”

Once again a shiver runs down her spine at your praise, her hands returning to stroke your cock.

“You’ll really… teach me? Next time?”

“Yes. Next time.”

You’re very aware of the meaning of those words. Next time…

Yuna leans forward again, giving your tip a sweet, soft kiss before sucking it back into her mouth. This time slower, savoring the taste. Her eyes stay locked on yours as if she needs your approval with every movement. Her tongue swirls gently as she bobs her head in a steadier rhythm. Her determination hasn’t lessened. If anything, it burns hotter. And as her wet mouth slides over you again and again, you know she’ll never stop until she is perfect for you.

But eventually her hands are starting to slow. Her grip loosens and her strokes lose their rhythm. It isn’t lack of interest. Yuna’s eyes are still fixed on you, but she isn’t used to holding her body in this posture while her arms work tirelessly. Your hand brushes through her damp hair and you let out a rough groan. She whimpers faintly around your cock, the vibration making your hips twitch. Her lips tighten as if to insist she can keep going.

“Yuna, different position.”

Her wide eyes flick up at you as they shine with curiosity. She keeps her lips wrapped around your cock for a moment longer, sucking greedily as if unwilling to give up her prize. But finally, she pulls back. A thick string of saliva hangs off the tip of your cock, threatening to snap at any moment.

“Show me, daddy.”

Yuna’s voice trembles with anticipation as she reaches out to catch her saliva with her hand just so she can smear it all over your tip.

You guide her up by the chin, leading her over to the sofa. As you sit down, you spread your legs and nod to the space between them. Yuna obeys instantly, sinking back to her knees on the blanket after you spread it out on the floor

“Hands here.”

You tap your thighs.

Yuna places her arms on your legs, her palms flat against your thighs for support. The posture makes her look smaller and more submissive as she kneels between your legs with her arms braced. And as soon as she is steady, her hands move instinctively back to your cock, wrapping around you with both fists. Her fingers twist in opposite directions again, sliding easily along your slick shaft. The new angle gives her more freedom. Her wrists move in long, tight strokes as her eyes flick up for your approval.

“That’s better. Now you’ve got balance. You can really use your hands this way.”

Yuna’s lips curl into a grin as she pumps your cock, twisting faster as her wrists smoothly glide up and down.

“Feels stronger.”

She admits, biting her lip as her eyes track the movement of her hands. Then her gaze goes back to yours. A playful glint makes her eyes sparkle yet again.

“And now I can keep going as long as you want.”

Your cock throbs in her grip and at the sight of her kneeling there. Her lingerie clings to her body, showing off her curves and hints of her tits and pussy. Her arms are braced on your thighs, both hands stroking you with determination. Yuna’s hands twist steadily around your cock. The wet slick of her spit makes every stroke sound wet and lewd. Her grip has grown confident now and when she glances up, she catches the way your head tilts back for just a second. A groan slips from your lips and your hips give the smallest involuntary twitch.

“You like that, don’t you?”

She teases you with her sweet, innocent voice. She leans in just enough to let her tongue dart out and let it flick across your tip before pulling back again.

“Your cock is throbbing so much in my hands… it’s like you can’t wait to cum for me.”

Your jaw tightens and your eyes open just enough to meet her gaze.

“Keep going.”

Yuna’s smirk widens as she strokes you faster with both hands. She leans closer again, letting her tongue slide across your head, tasting the bead of precum that gathered there. She moans at the flavor, her voice trembling.

“Mmm… I love how you taste already. I want more.”

Her eyes flicker back up to you, checking your reaction. And when she sees your breath catch, she bites her lip,her confidence growing and growing.

“You look so hot right now… your abs are perfect…”

She lets go of your cock with one hand just long enough to let it wander over your stomach.

“your hips keep jerking up. I’m the one making you feel like this.”

Your cock twitches visibly in her hands and she giggles

“Am I your good little slut? Do I make you feel better than anyone else?”

“Say it.”

Your hand tightens in her hair, making Yuna let out a painful gasp. She licks her lips as her strokes quicken.

“I’m your slut, daddy. Your perfect little stepdaughter, on her knees, stroking your cock until you cum for me.”

Your groan slips out before you can stop it. She licks your tip again, swirling her tongue lazily before pulling back to keep stroking with both hands.

“Tell me what else to say.”

Her eyes are wide and glimmering with eagerness and curiosity.

“Say you’ll swallow everything.”

You rasp out, your head rolling back for a moment.

Yuna’s blush deepens, but her voice comes quickly.

“I’ll swallow it all, daddy. Every single drop. I’ll drink it down like it’s what I was made for.”

Your hips jerk and Yuna gasps in delight. She leans in, licking your head again, then presses her lips to it in a wet kiss. Her hands keep working your cock, twisting and sliding faster now.

“You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it in the way you twitch. You’re going to cum for me soon… and I want it so bad, stepdaddy.”

The new version of that word has you groan again. Yuna is blatantly acknowledging who you are to her and she doesn’t just seem not to mind, but actually get off on it. Her eyes lock on yours, her strokes now relentless. Her tongue flicks across your tip every so often just to watch your face tighten. The mixture of her filthy words, her messy hands and her playful grin have you balance right on the edge.

“Use your mouth properly. Replace one hand.”

Yuna’s eyes light up and she nods quickly. She slips one hand away, her other still pumping your slick length. Her lips open to take you in again. This time she moves with more confidence. Her hand twists at your base while her mouth works over the head and her tongue swirls eagerly.

A groan tears from your throat as your hand readjusts its grip in her hair, guiding her rhythm.

“That’s it. Look at you… kneeling like my little cocksleeve, drooling all over me.”

The muffled moans she gives around your cock are burning with lust. Her thighs press together. Her hips squirm with need as she bobs her head in time with her strokes. You immediately notice the desperation in the way she squeezes her legs. With your free hand, you reach for the magic wand lying forgotten on the sofa beside you. Switching it on, the hum fills the air again.

“Be a good girl.”

You pull her hair back just enough to see her wide, glassy eyes.

“Open your thighs for me.”

Yuna whimpers, but obeys instantly as she parts her knees. You slide the buzzing wand between them, pressing it against the soaked lace of her panties. The reaction is instant. Yuna cries out around your cock, her moan vibrating against you as her hips buck. Her mouth and hand stutter on your shaft as they tremble with the force of pleasure.

“That’s it. Take it, Yuna. Be my good girl and cum for me.”

She tries. She really does. She tries to keep stroking and sucking, but the vibrations are too much. Her body shakes only moments after you started. Her hand tightens erratically around your cock as her moans grow louder. More lewd, more frantic. Her tongue flutters helplessly against your length as she gags. Then she pulls back with a gasp. Her whole body trembles as the orgasm rips through her. She basically falls off your cock, her lips slipping free with a wet pop. Her hand stays clamped around your shaft, half stroking, half shaking as wave after wave wracks her body.

Her head falls against your thigh as she moans in ecstasy. The wand presses mercilessly against her clit through the lace as her orgasm consumes her. Her fingers twitch around you even as she loses control. The sight of your stepdaughter- ruined, gasping, trembling in pleasure- nearly does it for you. You hold the wand steady against her clit, watching her fall apart. Yuna’s body shakes violently as her orgasm continues to tear through her. When her moans finally soften into gasping whimpers, you switch the toy off and set it aside.

She collapses forward, her cheek pressing to your thigh. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. Her hand still rests weakly on your cock, slick with her own spit and your precum. But she isn’t stroking anymore, just trembling in the aftershocks.

You brushed your fingers through her red hair, gentling her down from the high.

“That’s it. Good girl. Just breathe.”

After a moment, Yuna tilts her head up. Her eyes are glassy, her cheeks flushed.

“Th-thank you. No one’s ever made me cum like that. I… I didn’t know I could feel like that.”

You let out a rough breath, your cock twitching in her loose grip.

“You’re welcome, Yuna.”

A shy smile breaks across her lips.

“Let me… finish you now.”

She straightens a little on her knees, wiping her chin quickly with the back of her hand before wrapping her lips around your cock again. Her eagerness hasn’t faded. If anything it burns hotter now as if she’s trying to repay you for her orgasm. You gather her hair in one hand again, carefully sweeping it back and holding it in a makeshift ponytail so it doesn’t fall into her face.

“That’s better. Now I can watch.”

Yuna blushes, but the praise spurs her on. She strokes you with one hand while her mouth works in a careful rhythm. Her tongue presses firmly along the underside of your cock. It swirls at the tip whenever she pulls back. Every few strokes she glances up at you, eyes wide and submissive, trying to see if she’s getting you there.

The combination of her wet mouth, her soft hand, and her messy, desperate enthusiasm pushes you quickly toward the edge. You groan. Your hips twitch up into her mouth before you can stop yourself.

“Careful. I’m close.”

The warning only seems to excite her more. Her strokes grow firmer and her lips suck tighter.

Your cock twitches violently against her tongue. Yuna’s eyes widen and a muffled moan slips from her throat.

He’s going to cum… inside my mouth.

The thought makes her thighs squeeze together again, the urging heat from before resurfacing.

A second later, you can’t hold back anymore. The first hot pulse hits the back of your stepdaughter’s tongue. It’s thick and salty, filling her mouth faster than she expected. Her eyes flutter shut as she moans around your cock, her throat working instinctively to swallow. The taste is overwhelming. Rich and heavy, but not unpleasant. It is yours and the intimacy of it sends another shiver through her body. Your hand threatens to pull her hair even more as more of your cum spills out, flooding her tongue. Yuna does her best to keep up, swallowing between spurts, but a little dribble from the corner of her mouth slides down her chin. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment that she couldn’t swallow it all. She sucks at your tip, determined to drink down the last drops. Then she licks her lips clean before pulling back. When she finally lets you slip from her mouth, she sits back. Her lips are glossy, her chin wet, her eyes wide and amazed.

“I… I swallowed it all.”

She whispers with a proud tone in her voice, wiping her mouth with trembling fingers. Then she smiles, biting her lip as she looks up at you.

“You taste better than I thought you would, daddy.”

Your chest still rises and falls more heavily than usual as you try to regain your composure. You brush her hair back again, forcing your voice not to shake.

“You did good, Yuna. Really good.”

Her smile widens and she seems to glow at the praise. Yuna even licks her lips to savor the taste.

Two days later, the doorbell rings again.

Yuna tugs her bathrobe tighter around herself as she steps down the hallway. She opens the door to find another plain cardboard parcel inside the postman’s hands, signs for it quickly and shuts the door with her heart already quickening.

She hasn’t ordered anything this time.

Carrying it back toward her room, she tears through the tape with her nails. When the flaps fall open, her breath catches. Inside lies a black leather collar with golden letters gleaming across the front.

“Daddy’s Girl”

Yuna gasps, her fingers tremble as she lifts it out. The words burn into her mind as the heat floods her cheeks and belly. She fastens it around her neck with fumbling hands, staring at her reflection in the mirror. The sight makes her thighs press together. The shiny black band hugs her throat. Those words gleam proudly across her skin.

She doesn’t even bother with clothes. Her bathrobe slips back into place as she skips barefoot to your study. The door is half open, and she peeks inside. You sit at the desk, laptop open, speaking calmly into your headset. The tone of your voice tells her it’s work.

But when she steps inside, your eyes flicker up briefly.

Yuna tugs the edge of her robe just enough to reveal the collar, her lips curling into a wicked smile. She waits until your eyes drop to the golden letters, then lets the robe slide down her shoulders. It falls in a heap around her ankles, leaving her completely naked in the warm light of the study. Your breath catches audibly, but before you can speak, someone’s voice comes through your headset. A question directed at you. You drag your gaze back to the screen, forcing your voice to sound calm as you answer.

Yuna smirks mischievously. If you aren’t going to act, she will.

Silently, she steps closer, then slips to her knees beneath your desk. The cramped space smells faintly of your cologne, the heat of your body above her making her pulse race. With quick, eager fingers, she undoes your belt and tugs at your zipper. You stiffen above her, but your voice stays calm for the meeting.

“Yes, the report was filed yesterday… you should have it by now.”

Yuna bites her lip as your cock springs free. It’s already heavy and hard in her hand. Her mouth waters at the sight and without hesitation she leans forward and wraps her lips around it, sucking you in with a soft, hungry moan.

The sound is muffled by the desk, but the heat of her mouth is impossible to ignore. Your stepdaughter now knows how to suck your cock.