Spanking My Sexy Stepdaughter

100% fiction!

I was reading the comics section of the newspaper when my stepdaughter, Sara Vorrez, walked into the kitchen. Sara was wearing her high school cheerleader uniform, and it was impossible for me to look away. Sara turned 18 years old last month, and her body emphasized her age and her current status: barely legal.

Three weeks ago, I legally married Sara's mother, Kelly, and I moved into the house that she and her daughter shared.

While I was attracted to Kelly, I couldn't avoid looking at her beautiful 18-year-old daughter.

Sara had brunette hair, dark green eyes, and slightly tan skin. She was 6 foot 1, and she had a skinny body to go along with some long legs.

Normally, I would find a way to hide my desire for her. However, there was one outfit that was equally innocent and naughty that really got me going and made me want to satisfy my urge for her. For some weird reason, I was very aroused whenever I saw my stepdaughter in her cheerleader outfit. Sara's light blue and gold top was very appealing, and it emphasized the size of her breasts. Her navy blue miniskirt was very short, and it succeeded at teasing me.

I enjoyed staring at my stepdaughter's boobs, ass, and long legs. Her body was irresistible, and I had no idea how men weren't jumping at the chance to get with her.

Sara sat down at the kitchen table. She spread her legs as she made herself comfortable in the kitchen chair. Over the last few weeks, I hoped that I could catch a glimpse up her miniskirt and get a good view of her crotch and ass. However, I couldn't find a way to view them without giving myself away.

"Daddy?" I heard Sara ask me.

I set down my newspaper as I prepared to talk to her.

"Yes, Sara?" I replied.

"Do you think you could give me a ride tonight?" she asked me.

I immediately took those words out of context as dirty thoughts entered my mind. My cock jumped right up as I pictured Sara riding my eight inch cock. I pictured my stepdaughter moaning as she fucked me to her heart's content. I imagined myself crying out as I came inside of her and filled her up with my cum. I shut my eyes as I imagined the forbidden scenario that was taking place inside my mind.

"Did you hear me, Daddy?" Sara called.

At that moment, I opened my eyes and regained my focus. My cock slowly lowered itself as I got the naughty thoughts out of my mind.

"Sorry, Sara just... just something on my mind," I answered. "It's just work related... uh... stuff."

"I asked if you would be willing to give me a ride to the game tonight?" Sara asked me. "Tiffany can't get me today so I'm going to need you to take me there. Is that fine?"

"Absolutely," I told her. "That shouldn't conflict with my schedule at all."

"Thanks, Daddy," Sara said.

"Was there anything else you wanted?" I asked her.

"Nope, that's it," Sara replied. "I got to get to school now."

"Alright, well, have a good day, Sara," I told her. "I'll see you later."

"Later, Daddy," she replied.

Sara climbed out of her seat and headed towards the front door.

I stared at Sara's fine legs as she walked out of the kitchen. I wished that I could pull my beautiful stepdaughter's miniskirt up right there and grab the ass that was concealed underneath the blue fabric.

As dirty thoughts raced through my mind, my cock sprang up again. Instinctively, I grabbed my newspaper and read the comics until my cock became limp again.

After a few seconds passed, I decided to head into the living room.

As I entered the living room, I saw Sara heading down the driveway.

I walked over to the window as I watched Sara's best friend, Tiffany, pull her red Civic up the driveway.

I smiled as I watched Sara walk over to the car.

Suddenly, a strong wind gust blew Sara's miniskirt up, and I could see her dark blue bloomers. I bit my bottom lip as I stared at my stepdaughter's ass.

Sara promptly pulled her miniskirt back down and held it there as she headed to Tiffany's car.

After Sara climbed into the car, Tiffany put the car in reverse and backed out of my driveway. She spun the car to the right and took off.

I sighed as I returned to the kitchen.

I knew it was frowned upon, but I hoped a day would come when I got to see more of my beautiful stepdaughter's body.

It was around 3 P.M. when I walked outside to get the mail. There was a single white envelope that looked like an electric bill.

I grabbed the mail from the mailbox, placed the envelope in my right pants pocket, and headed back towards my house.

As soon as I reached the sidewalk that led to the house, I heard something strange nearby.

I immediately recognized Sara's voice. She was moaning. However, I also heard the moaning of a male in the same vicinity.

I sprinted towards the garage. As it turned out, the moaning was coming from directly inside the garage.

I considered opening the garage door, but I immediately decided that I didn't want to alert them. I wanted to find out what exactly was going on, and I wasn't going to give Sara the opportunity to lie to me.

I quietly walked around the garage and went over to the side door. Then I opened the door and peered inside.

I saw Sara's cheerleader bloomers on the rug of the garage floor. I walked a few more feet and saw that her cheerleader shell had been removed as well.

Something was definitely not right.

I walked to the back of the garage, and I found out what exactly was going on.

My biggest fear was immediately confirmed. My stepdaughter was partaking in sexual activities with another man.

Sara was on top of the strange man, and she was sucking his dick. He looked like he was at least five years older than her.

I immediately noticed that my stepdaughter's miniskirt had been pulled up. The man's right hand was on top of her pussy.

Sara's pussy was shaven, and her pink lips were big and moist. The mysterious man's fingers moved up and down as he finger fucked my stepdaughter.

He moaned as he watched Sara suck on his fully erect cock.

"Alright, that's enough!" I snapped, as I made my presence known.

Sara opened her mouth and released the man's cock. She screamed as she realized that I was in the garage with them.

The man pushed her off of him and scrambled to his feet.

I grabbed him by his shirt, shoved him against the garage doors, and stared him in the eyes.

"Please don't hurt me!" he begged. "She said yes! I only..."

"You have ten seconds to get out of my sight!" I told him. "Or I might do something that you'll find will be extremely painful!"

I removed my hands from his shirt and began my countdown.

"Ten! Nine!" I yelled. "Eight!"

As I did my countdown, Sara grabbed her shell off of the garage floor and put it back on.

I suspected that Sara never wore a bra underneath her shell, and my suspicions were confirmed in those moments.

The strange man quickly grabbed his pants and put them back on. He didn't even bother to grab his boxers, shoes, and belt off the floor.

"Seven!" I shouted. "Six! Five! Four!"

Then the man hit the garage door opener and opened the garage doors. He ran towards the sidewalk as he headed for his car.

As soon as the strange man was out of my sight, I turned towards Sara, who was putting her briefs back on.

"Daddy, I can explain!" Sara said, as she straightened her miniskirt. "This isn't what it looks..."

"We'll discuss this somewhere more private!" I informed her.

With a scowl on my face, I grabbed my stepdaughter's right hand and led her out of the garage and towards the house.

I led my naughty stepdaughter into the house. Then I shut the front door and locked it.

"Daddy, listen, I..."

"Upstairs!" I ordered. "No arguing! Now move!"

"But..."

"Now!" I snapped.

Sara remained silent as she headed towards the stairs.

I followed Sara as we headed upstairs together.

"What are you..."

"Don't talk until I tell you to do so!" I yelled. "In your room! Let's go!"

I led Sara into her bedroom and locked the door behind us.

"Daddy, just let me..."

"On the bed!" I ordered. "Turn away from me and get down on your knees! Now!"

"But..."

"Do you want me to tell your mother what you were doing with that man?" I asked her. "Get on the bed now!"

Sara complied with my instructions. She got down on her knees as she climbed onto her bed.

I removed her tennis shoes and socks from her feet and tossed them onto the floor.