The Billionaire's STEP Surrogate (5 page)

“Goddammit,” he gritted, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…”

Kayla buried her face in his shoulder, whimpering and whining as her stepfather took her, forcing himself again and again into her tight channel. She bit hard on her lip, stifling her impassioned cries as her walls gave way around him, welcoming his shaft inside of her with every thrust.

“I need it so bad, baby girl,” he told her, his voice strained with a carnal fever. “It’s been so long since I got to fuck a pussy this tight, so long since I got to unload inside one… Ohh, Kayla, I need to fill my little girl with my cum!”

Kayla shrieked, dragging her nails down her stepfather’s back as he pistoned in and out of her. She wrapped her legs high around him, crossing her ankles over his back and allowing him unfettered access into her hot, wet depths.

“Yes, Daddy!” she wailed, sinking her teeth into his neck. “I want it sooo bad! Don’t hold back, Daddy. Let me take care of you the way Mommy should…”

Carter grunted, a deep, guttural sound that came out more animal than human. He grabbed Kayla’s hair, forcing her head back as he looked into her face, grinding his teeth in an effort to keep from spilling inside of her right there and then.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his cock already pulsing against the walls of her pussy. She obeyed, meeting his intense gaze, watching the struggle to hold back the tides of his lust play out on his face. “I want you to watch me, Kayla. I want to watch my baby girl’s face as I cum.”

Kayla nodded as best she could with her hair bunched in his fist, fluttering her lashes and licking her lips as her stepfather thrust to completion inside of her. He gave a strangled roar just before his tip burst, sending jets of searing hot cum into Kayla’s horny cunt.

“Yes!” Carter cried, and Kayla stared at him in awe, feeling his cum pooling in her pussy. There was so much of it. She was sure it was filling her womb right at this moment, creating the life that would allow her to have one of her own.

When he finally stopped, he pressed his head to her chest, catching his breath as Kayla reveled in the sensation of having been filled below him. What he’d given her was so much sweeter than any orgasm. She felt completely, wholly satisfied, and she knew that this was just the beginning.

It didn’t take long for Carter to get Kayla pregnant. With her mother gone so often, they had plenty of opportunity to fuck in every room of his huge house, and soon she was happily breaking the news after waking him up with a long and deliciously deviant blow job.

Her mother was less ecstatic about the whole thing. Of course, Kayla and Carter had concocted a story about some boy at school knocking her up, which kept their affair a secret while allowing Kayla plenty of reason to want to put the baby up for adoption. Carter convinced her mother to take care of the child, instead, and since Kayla would be living at home for the foreseeable future after changing her major from business to the arts, she’d basically have her daughter to serve as a live-in nanny.

She had no idea that Kayla and Carter were raising the child in tandem, but that was really for the best. While the baby would surely grow up to call Kayla’s mother “Mommy,” it was a small price to pay for the freedom this had afforded her. She could now pursue the kind of life she’d always wanted, which meant she had little reason to keep drinking and partying to excess. More than that, she’d forged a close relationship with her stepfather, one that kept her cumming almost every night her mother was away.

Sometimes, she wondered if there was another child in their future. That one might be a harder sell for the both of them, so they had to be careful not to push their luck with Kayla’s mother.

Still, it
was
tempting, and there was nothing like a little risk to get Carter and Kayla horny as hell. This was a dangerous game, they knew, but one they were only too happy to keep playing. After all, Carter had always believed in wise investments requiring some degree of risk. This one just happened to be a little sexier, a little more taboo, than most.

And it was an investment that kept paying dividends. Her future was an open book, and she couldn’t wait to draw the story across its pages. It might not have been a traditional happily ever after, but it was every bit as wonderful, and it always would be…

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I never meant to have sex with him…

I stood there, cum still dripping from my sopping wet pussy onto the cold tile bathroom floor. Tears filled my eyes as I stared into the mirror, my makeup ruined, my perfect hair tousled and mousy.

“Are you ok?”

The deep and silky soft voice drifted through the door. It was my neighbor… I’d known him my whole life and he’d been nothing but a good man to me. Mick was always helping our family out whenever he could… I’d gone and ruined everything. I couldn’t help it. My 22 year old hormones had taken over. He was so lonely; he’d given me so much…

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of Danielle. Nothing,” he said, strength behind his words that I had always found so beautifully sexy.

But there
was
something to be ashamed of. My hand dipped down to my pussy, a finger drawing a small amount of his seed from my delicate lips, carrying it upward and running it across my tongue. Tasting the mix of our sex sent a shiver down my spine. I turned, taking the broken condom from the counter and dropping it into the toilet, flushing away the evidence of the accident…

Was I going to tell him?

It wasn’t supposed to happen.

I was just supposed to be earning a little extra money. With high school finished and college looming in the fall, I’d taken on every odd job I could to try and pay for it. Nineteen years of my life had gone by with my father pulling his wallet out for everything, but he told me himself that all of that would soon be over. He paid for his education, and he made it clear I was going to pay for mine. “It builds character,” he said so matter-of-factly as I cried about the enormity of it all.

Maybe he was right. It didn’t take long for me to pile up a little savings. As long as I stayed home and didn’t spend too much, I’d have a few thousand dollars to help get me through my first year of college classes…

I’d confided in my neighbor about all of this, and he made me a generous offer. Mick was going to be out of town, and as long as I was willing to house-sit for him, he’d pay me a little bit of money for the trouble. It was easy money. All I had to do was feed his dog twice a day and make sure his plants were watered for a couple of weeks. The best part was, I could stay there the whole time he was gone. I’d been under my father’s roof so long I didn’t know what it would feel like to have that kind of freedom. Sure, I was only next door to the house I’d grown up in, but it was still pretty amazing.

The driveway was empty as I walked up to Mick’s place carrying a small bag of groceries. It would still be a few days until he returned and I’d run out of things to cook, but Mick had left me with a little cash to pay for food and incidentals. I stared up at the big house, its tall columns casting shadows on the front façade. I’d grown up in a beautiful little home, but it was nothing compared to this big old southern plantation. In less than two weeks I’d gotten very used to the opulent space and the beautiful old furniture. It would be weird leaving all of this for my old bedroom – or worse yet, a college dorm and ramen noodles.

But it
was
lonely…

Mick owned properties all over Georgia, and his company managed their rental and resale. He’d become a success, but his time away from home kept him single all these years. When I was still a child, Mick said he was too busy for a wife. Now that he had everything he could ever really need, I wondered if that would ever change.

I opened the big wooden double doors and stepped inside, my footsteps echoing in the space as I made my way to the kitchen and shoved the grocery bags into the refrigerator. I’d get started on cooking later, for now, I had more important things to attend to. There was one nice thing about having a big house like this all to myself. That meant I’d have plenty of time and privacy… For my secret…

I found the small discs on the first day I was housesitting. I probably shouldn’t have been snooping around, but I really couldn’t help myself. They were minidiscs from an old video camera, hidden away in a box in Mick’s closet.

For almost as long as I could remember, curiosity always got the best of me… This was no exception. If I had known what kind of trouble it was going to get me into, maybe I never would have looked inside the box.

I pulled the box out, just as I had every day since Mick had left, retrieving the camera and plugging the little A/V cables into the huge flatscreen TV that dominated the wall in front of Mick’s big king bed. Almost giddy with excitement, I picked up the discs. There were dozens of them. Blowjobs, missionary, cowgirl, doggy style… My favorites though, they were near the bottom… I reached down, pulling one free, returning to the little camera and sliding it in before hitting the play button.

Laughter filled the room. Mick had an amazing surround sound system, something I was very grateful for as the camera steadied itself and pointed at the bed…

And there I was…

It was almost like looking into an impossible mirror, the woman walking into view with a thin vintage looking summer dress flowing around her. I’d grown into her curved and beautiful body. It was my mother, no older in this video than I was now…

The first time I’d seen this, I was shocked. My mother and father had gotten divorced so many years ago, and at the time, I didn’t really understand what happened. My Devlin was always too hurt to talk about it.

He
followed… Mick’s muscular and youthful stride entering the frame as they came together, a long kiss before they broke apart, the laughter starting up again.

They must have been having an affair, that much I knew from the videos. It happened years before my parents actually separated. Mother had run away with some hotshot attorney from California. A small piece of me wondered if she’d left two broken hearts in her wake.

“Is it recording?” my mother asked, my own mouth whispering the words right along with her.

“Yes…”

“What do we do now?”

“You do everything I say,” Mick said, his voice getting less playful. “Now strip for me.”

I smiled, still standing in front of Mick’s big comfortable bed. I watched his eyes on the screen as I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, wiggling a bit as I reached around my back to release my bra.

“I love your breasts,” Mick whispered, his voice filling the room as I watched him, pulling my bra free from my heaving breasts. Mother had blessed me with a set of 36DD’s, and Mick was still just as much of a breast man as he was in these videos. I couldn’t count how many times I’d caught him staring over the years from across the yard, only to have him quickly look away and pretend he wasn’t. I wished he would look at me the way he was looking at me now. I watched his crystal blue eyes on the screen, wiggling my way out of my skirt, my panties following it.

Mick had always been my secret crush. Every girl has one. He was the guy I could never have, and growing up I’d spent more than one lonely night wondering what it might be like to kiss him… Or to feel his touch…

“Bend over the bed. On your stomach.”

“Yes, Devlin…” my mother’s feminine voice whispered around me. It sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine. Almost every single one of these videos had some variation on this roleplay. Mick would have my mother calling him Devlin and pretending to be his naughty little girl.

“Yes, Devlin,” I whispered, leaning over the bed, spreading my legs wide just as my mother had so many years ago. I was facing away from the screen, but I could still see it, the images burned into my memory. Her fingers would slip beneath her tummy and between her legs, just like this… And her middle finger would slide up and down her wet slit, just like this… And she would play with her delicate clit, just like….

Ooooh…. 
It felt so good… My finger rubbed little wet circles around my clit, moans and cries escaping my lips.

“That’s right baby girl… Just like that…”

I kept touching myself, my finger plunging ever so slightly into my tight virgin tunnel, a gasp escaping my pouting mouth. The sounds that filled the room only heightened the experience. I could hear Mick on the video stroking his huge cock, the noise punctuated by a loud groan.

“Does this turn you on?” I whispered, the words echoing around me as I played my part.

“Yes… It turns me on…”

“Oh Devlin…” I cried out, breaking script as I plunged my fingers in and out of my wet pussy, my mind exploding in pleasure with every little touch.

“Fuck me… Fuck me Devlin!” I shouted, ignoring the ongoing video and glad that this big old house was as solidly built as it was. I could let loose here and be as noisy as I wanted to. I knew soon Mick would be lining his big cock up with my mother’s pussy, sliding it in so slowly, every inch burying itself. I wanted it to be me. I wanted to feel his cock plunging deep. I wanted to beg for him to fill my tight little pussy…

“Fuck a baby into me,” the voice from the past cried. I could practically feel his cock driving into her, my whole body going wild. This was the part that turned me on the most. My father never wanted kids. Right after I was born, he had a vasectomy. Clearly, mom didn’t feel the same way. I had five half-brothers and sisters living in California now. Maybe that was one of the reasons she strayed.