Page 41 of Off Limits

Three dots rise and wave for what feels like a long time before I get a response.

Give me five minutes

I slump against the counter with relief.

There is a beast inside of me. Not just a passionate side that’s belied by my cool exterior, but something uncontrollable and dangerous. No matter how many times I try to pull myself back from the edge, things just keep escalating. I can’t stop. And right now I’m spiralling…

The feel of Dani’s ass under my hand, the firm quiver of muscle, and the way I could feel her arousal. The way her body moved and bent against me, lifting herself up, wanting my touch—desperate for it. The slick and ready slit between her legs… I squeeze my eyes shut and then undo my pants, pulling my cock out.

It’s wrong, everything about this is so wrong… I grip my shaft and start working myself while I wait for Cynthia to call me. I’m close already, and I let myself indulge in the fantasy: Dani splayed out on the bed naked. Daddy lowering himself over her, into her. Oh fuck, how tight her little pussy would feel around me, how much she would squeeze my cock.

I give my cock a corresponding squeeze just as I notice her clothing piled on the floor with a flicker of annoyance that briefly takes the edge off my arousal.

How many times do I have to tell her to put her clothes in the hamper?

But right at the top of the pile are her little white panties. Her sweet little girl panties that she’s been wearing all day, the ones I was so rough with when I spanked her, and I barely hesitate a second before reaching down and scooping them up, spreading the crotch of the panties out in the palm of my hand and then wrapping it around my dick. I start stroking it just as the phone rings.

“Hi,” I breathe into the receiver, and I’m positive the sound of my voice gives me away. It’s rough and low—definitely the voice of a man with his cock already in his hand. His cock in his hand, and his stepdaughter’s used panties wrapped around it.

“Hi,” she whispers back. “I only have a minute. I’m…with someone.”

I freeze and my hand stops moving.

She’s with Bob.

“Fuck,” I exhale. “I’m sorry. I should…I shouldn’t be bothering you.”

“It’s okay,” she draws out playfully, in that silky, seductive voice. “I said I have a minute.”

The tone of her voice makes my cock twitch, as if it has a mind of its own. As if it’s pleading with me.

I drop my head, frozen with inertia, because everything I want I can’t have—or shouldn’t have—but no matter what the stakes I seem incapable of stopping myself.

Bob is my friend.

But he is cheating on his wife, I reason quickly.

“Does Daddy need to get off?” Cynthia purrs into the phone, and just like that my pulse is thundering in my ears again and all of my awareness re-centres around my dick.

“Yes,” I groan helplessly. Fuck, this woman just has an instinct for this.

“Ooh,” she coos. “Bad Daddy.”

Holding the phone against my ear, I lean back against the bathroom wall, my face towards the ceiling as I finally give in and start stroking myself to get off. I’ve been on the edge for so long that I’m almost immediately close to coming. The fabric of Dani’s panties is rough and dry, but oh my God, the thought that her pussy has touched this fabric. The white cotton innocence of it…

“I am a bad Daddy,” I respond breathlessly. “I am a bad Daddy who’s got a big, hard cock for his little girl.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. My hand works faster and harder, rubbing the panties up and over the sensitive head of my cock, moist with pre-cum. I am a bad Daddy who spanked his little girl and touched her, and now I’m jerking off with her dirty panties. “Oh, fuck,” I whisper with a shudder.

“Oh, Daddy’s close,” she intuits. “Daddy’s nice and hard tonight. You gonna blow a load for me, Daddy?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

Oh, God. Dani’s round, firm little ass under my hand. Her plaid skirt and the white knee socks pulled all the way up. Fuck, the white knee socks…

I stroke my cock two, three, four times into the dry cotton, and I practically whimper as the unbearable tension inside of me breaks open. “Oh, fuck. I’m coming.”

“Yes,” Cynthia encourages me. “That’s so good, Daddy. Give me all that cum, Daddy.”

Pleasure quakes through me as I release, spurting hot jets of cum into the cotton panties and gasping. “Oh yes,” I moan. “Fuck yes.”

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