Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I reach the end of the scene where the dad fills his stepdaughter, so I make a comfortable gesture and close my eyes and begin do more, getting lost in the scene I'd just read, imagining I'm a part of it.

In my mind, I'm lying back on the bed as my stepdad pleasures me. No, not Alex, but the fictitious stepdad in the story. Imagining I'm sleeping Alex would just be too weird.

I can feel my pleasure rising. It won't be long until I explode.

I'm not sure if I hear something, or just sense it, but suddenly it feels like I'm not alone anymore. I open my eyes,

And there, standing right in front of me on the other side of the desk, is Alex.

tartled, I quickly bring my legs down and sit up straight.

"Alex!" I exclaim, then quickly pull my pantties back and cover with my hands.

He stands there glaring at me. I'm not sure if he's angry at me because I'm in his

office, or because I'm rubbing myself in his chair. Or both.

"Ashley? What the hell?"

what

in my office? And what are you doing?" Yeah, I'm

"Um... I..."

hard as I try, I just can't think up a

would believe anyway. "Ashley?

authority, as hypocritical as that authority is. Or, I can take advantage of

smile. “What am I doing?" "That's

really enjoying what I'm reading. As you

me with wide eyes, obviously

really think you're a good writer, Daddy, and I especially

mind working,

put them in your stories. Like the time we stayed overnight in that motel on the way to cheer camp. Or the time I served you breakfast in bed. God, that story was so exciting.

from just

his head. "No, I don't

say, "Are you going to write a new story? One about you coming home to discover your daughter in your

"Ashley, stop," he whispers.

I'm the inspiration for so many of your stories, but you don't let

"Please stop."

inspire all kinds of new stories. Just think of the possibilities. My imagination is pretty good. For example, what if I

again. "You need to watch