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SMUT COMPILATION

Copyright 2017

Claire Aspiras

All rights reserved.

ISBN : 9781370970926

SEXOMIA



My eyes snapped open when I heard my door creaked. I rose to my elbows and looked around. It was dark in my room because it's already twelve twenty according to the clock perched on my night table. But the light in the hallway was lit so I could still see who just came inside my room. The huge silhouetted frame of my stepfather, Dawson, loomed at the doorway. With hands on the doorknob, he just stood there but not moving.



I knew he wouldn't, couldn't move because he's still asleep. It'd been like this for a couple of weeks now. When I told my father about this the first time I found him walking while eyes still shut, he was worried. He never sleep-walk before. So I told him to see a doctor for help. Maybe he did because one day, during breakfast, he told me not to wake him up because something bad might happen to him. It seemed that waking up a sleepwalker could potentially endanger them. So I promised at his insistent bidding to just leave him be and let him do whatever his sleep-induced self wanted to do.



My mother had me early in her life. At eighteen, she got knocked up by a one-night stand date. But even how young Sherly had been back then, she'd loved and cared for me with all her heart. When I was sixteen, mom met Dawson and married him in hush-hush. I was so happy for both of them because their love for each other was so palpable. But mom suddenly had a car crash leaving me and my step dad devastated and miserable.



Dawson took me as his, cared for me and sent me to school. He looked younger than his forty that's why a lot of people mistook us as girlfriend and boyfriend whenever we went out. We only laughed that one out because it's really funny. But truth be told, it's not funny. It's frustrating. I only hide my insecurities beneath laughter and silly remarks. Because secretly, I always felt a warm sensation whenever people called me his girlfriend. Because I wanted to be his girlfriend.



Just a month ago, I turned eighteen and my classmates have been so loud with their experiences of how they lost their v-card. I listened to them, giggling and faking excitement but inside, I was so damn jealous.



I didn't want to lose my v-card. I wanted to give it. And there's only one person I wanted to have it and it's my step dad, Dawson. I've always had a crush on him right after our palms collided when mom introduced us to each other. I felt a zing there, like an electrical current passing from my palm to my spine and ended a wet mess between my thighs. Yes, I know it's bad and taboo. But I just couldn't stop my young silly self to be attracted to this virile man that've been the anchor and hero of my life.



Standing up, I didn't bother covering my nudity since I knew my step dad wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. I walked towards Dawson buck naked before taking his hand to mine. Slowly, I maneuvered his body back towards his own room as what I've been doing the last time. But tonight, he seemed to be more stubborn. He didn't budge from his spot at the entrance of my room. He suddenly leaned down and hugged my body so tight. Dawson also sleep on his birth suit, so his hard cock was poking my stomach right now. His groovy naked chest felt so nice against my soft plumped breasts that I couldn't stop hugging him back, biting my lip to suppress a moan.



"Sherly." He breathed out into my neck.



My heart instantly went out to him. Dad must've been missing mom so bad. Maybe this was the reason of him sleep walking. He's depressed. I wanted to cry. I didn't know he's still stressing over the loss of his wife. He must really felt so sad and lonely. I wanted to comfort him and give him myself so he'd forget for a moment. Against my better judgment though, I decided to behave my ass. Dad's asleep, I shouldn't be taking advantage of him.



"Dad, it's me. It's Jenny."



"Jenny."



"Yes. Let me take you to bed." I slowly pulled away and looked at his still closed eyes.



His face was furrowed but his breathing was even just as how sleeping people were. I put my arm around his muscled torso and guided him back to his bedroom. This time, he moved and walked with me. Dawson was six five tall with a hundred sixty pound of pure muscle. He'd always been fit ever since I met him. He's so hot and sexy which always made me embarrassingly wet whenever I watched him.



We finally stepped inside his own room, guiding him towards his bed. Still slowly, I pulled him down the bed but his hold around my waist was so tight that I ended up atop him, my thighs straddling his hips. His cock jutted out so mighty thick, long and proud squashed between my now soaking pussy lips.



I couldn't stop my moan this time. He felt so hot and hard. Oh, God! I couldn't believe my luck tonight. With a slight move, I rocked my hips to create friction with our sexes. My slippery cunt squished against Dawson's rock hard cock. I froze, looking down at my step dad's face, expecting him to have woken up from that squishy sound. When his eyes remained shut, I breathed out a relieved sigh. This wasn't right. I shouldn't be doing this to him.



Feeling disappointed, I slowly swung my leg off of his waist to let him sleep alone so I could also go back to my own room. But Dawson also rolled, my leg got tangled up with his until I ended up beneath him, thighs spread so obscenely wide. The tip of his cock was practically inside my cunt but not totally penetrating though. I could still save us both from sheer embarrassment if I move my hips to the side and released his cock from the sticky clamps of my pussy. Dawson's breathing became shallow. He's also moaning my name but he remained shut eyed.



"Jenny?" He moaned near my ear.



"Y-yes. Dad, I'm sorry. You're sleep walking again." Oh, God.



Was he awake? I couldn't see him with his face buried in my shoulder. At this state, my pussy and the faucet have one thing in common, they both drip abundantly so. I'm so turned on that my juices were flowing down the crack of my ass and into dad's duvet.



"I... I was only tucking you back to bed." I quickly added. "I didn't know how I managed to g-get here." I chuckled with nervousness. "M-maybe I should go so you can go back to sleep."



But my step dad didn't answer. His breathing returned to normal. Oh, heavens! He's back to his own dreamland again. That was close. Breathing out with relief, I slowly moved to the side yet Dawson was so heavy that I only ended up buried deeper in the bed beneath him instead. His cock dipped deeper inside me too making me gasped out loud at the sensation I felt. Shit! He felt so good! So hard! So big! Oh God. I shouldn't. I mustn't!




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