30 Shades Of Forbidden Lust: A Collection Of Erotic Tales

BOOK 1 : Twisted Indulgence

Sierra's POV

"I swallowed my step-dad's MONSTER COCK in my wet tight pussy {Girth 6.5 inches, Length 11 inches, Width 2.0 inches}”

It was a whole thing when free use went into effect, because it affected my family directly. Our house and property line fell in a free use zone, and it’s all that the news had been talking about for weeks.

“I hope you’re ready, Sierra. You’re gonna find out first hand what a pervert I am.” he said, speaking confidently and laughing about it right in front of my mother. She wasn’t the type to disagree with him publicly, but I knew that she hated free use. I think it just bothered her seeing the way he started looking at me.

Truth be told, I was extremely turned on by the idea of Conor having free use of me. I’d only had sex with one guy, my ex-boyfriend Jim. He had a really small penis, and he could never last long enough so that I could actually cum. I still enjoyed the sex, because I really liked him, but I knew I was missing out on what sex could really be like.

I was sitting on the couch watching TV once, and I heard Conor yelling my name from the bathroom. He told me to bring him a towel, and when I handed it to him, I accidentally saw his cock. Looking back, I’m fairly certain that he did it on purpose, and that he’d masturbated just before, because it was huge and swollen.

“I’m sorry.” I said, covering my eyes and high tailing it out of there. It was so embarrassing, and I’ll never forget how hard my heart was pounding when I went into my room. I couldn’t unsee it, and I found myself thinking about it whenever I got aroused. After seeing Jim, and then Conor, I was very impressed with what he was packing down there.

It was more than curiosity about his big dick, Conor was muscular, and tall, and masculine almost to a fault. He said whatever was on his mind, rarely lost his cool, and was always in charge of everything. Being his stepdaughter made me feel safe, and secure in such crazy and turbulent times.

Guys my age were so wishy-washy, and immature. Conor knew what needed to be done, and had no problem doing it. No one worked harder, and that included in the weight room. We’d had a bench press, squat rack, and olympic barbells and dumbbells in the garage for as long back as I could remember, and it seemed like he never missed a day.

Living in close quarters made it almost impossible for me to not develop something of a crush on him. All of my friends talked about how hot he was, and even after all their years of marriage, my mother was still madly in love with him.

As free use day approached, my mother sat me down, alone, and gave me a straightforward talk about what to expect. I felt very awkward talking to her about it, but I understood why she wanted to bring it up.

Mom said that she was okay with it, and that it’s the way that things were going to be. She told me that he was always horny in the mornings, and before bed, but that having a new lover might trigger a spike in his libido.

“He’s really been noticing you lately. He goes on and on about how pretty your feet are, and how he can’t wait to see your boobs.” she said, blushing slightly as she relayed the information. Hearing her say that gave me butterflies in my stomach. Conor wasn’t the type to shower people with compliments, and it felt nice hearing that from him.

“Really? My feet?” I asked, feeling self conscious. I hadn’t even considered that guys might be into that.

“Yeah, he’s kind of a foot guy. He likes sucking on toes, so be ready.” she said, grinning.

“Alright.” I said, laughing nervously and wishing that we could move on.

“I just didn’t want you to feel bad about this. I’m okay with it, I just want you to have fun, and make the most out of the EQ weopportunity to deepen your bond.” she said.

“I will, mom. I just don’t want to disappoint him, I’ve only had sex a handful of times.” I said, surprising myself by opening up.

“Oh, sweetheart.” she said, brushing a strand of my hair out of my face and looking into my eyes. “You’re young, healthy, and beautiful. I promise you that he’s going to enjoy you.”

“Thanks, mom. I hope so.” I said. That conversation took place on a Friday, the day before “Free Use Day”, as Conor had taken to calling it. That’s all that I could think about all night, and it kept me awake, tossing and turning, masturbating several times as my mind explored the possibilities of what might happen in our free use household.

I usually slept in until eight thirty or so on Saturdays, and then went to the couch to watch cartoons with Conor.