motorcycle boy

“mm, m-mikey?” you mumble still half asleep. robby nuzzles his face into the back of your neck pressing soft kisses against your skin, the scratch of his beard making you giggle sleepily.

“yea, baby. it’s me” he smiles against your neck and you turn around in his arms reaching both of your hands up to cup his cheeks before pressing a small kiss to his lips.

“missed you” you kiss him again.

“i missed you too, angel”

his large hands roam your naked body, not grabbing or squeezing, just gently rubbing, soothing you.

you kiss him again, this time it’s deeper. he settles with one hand splayed out across your back, the other on your hip as the kiss gets hotter, needier.

subconsciously you start grinding your hips against his thigh, your bare pussy sliding against his skin as you moan softly into his mouth.

“mm, need something, baby?” robby smirks against your lips and you nod.

“tell me what you want”

“want your cock, mikey. pleaseeee” you mewl, rolling your hips harder against him.

then he’s kneeling on the bed, grabbing you by the hips and bringing your ass up to meet his. you’re already soaked and he’d been hard since he first saw you splayed out on the bed. so after only a few quick passes through your folds he’s pushing the blunt head of his cock into you, groaning as he feels the tight warmth of your cunt surround him.

his thrusts start earnestly, snapping his hips against yours with the force he knows you love. but after a minute or so he feels that familiar dull ache in his lower back and his knees feel like they might give out at any second. his pace falters and he lets out a pained grunt which he hopes you mistake for a moan, but you don’t.

“everything okay?” you turn your face against the sheets to peer at him over your shoulder.

“gotta help me out a little here if you wanna cum, sweetheart. can’t make an old man do all of the work” he smirks when he sees your eyes darken at his words, he knows exactly how to get you going.

without another word you’re throwing your ass back onto him, bouncing on his cock. he reaches a hand around underneath you, his fingers toying with your clit as you fuck yourself on him. he’s bending over you to kiss up your back, whispering “such a good girl, bein’ so helpful for your tired old man. y’like this don’t you? love fucking yourself on my big cock. can’t even go a day without it to let me sleep, such a needy little baby, huh?”

and that’s it, you’re throwing your ass back harder, faster, greedier as you feel that band in your stomach starting to unravel. his pace on your clit increases, he’s rubbing fast circles, whispering obscenities in your ear, knowing it won’t be long until you’re a crying, shaking mess on his cock.

and only after that will he finally get to sleep.

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the date was okay, nothing to write home about but it wasn’t terrible so you agreed to another, and then another until he asked you to be his girlfriend. you weren’t in love with him per say, but you thought maybe you could be, could end up falling in love with him some point down the line…

that was until you met his very handsome father.

it was your boyfriend’s birthday so you ended up travelling to his home town of pittsburgh to meet his parents to spend the weekend with them. given the fact that you weren’t really that invested in your relationship yet you weren’t exactly nervous about meeting his parents, until you stepped into the arrivals terminal at the airport and saw the very handsome older man who you assumed to be his father.

taking in his tall, broad frame and his greying hair and aged features your breathing got caught in your throat and you silently hoped that he wasn’t in fact your boyfriends dad. but as your boyfriend waved at the couple and they waved back that hope was shattered.

“oh! my sweet boy! i missed you sooo much!!” the older woman who you presumed to be your boyfriend’s mom cooed as she wrapped him up in her arms, peppering the top of his head with kisses.

you stood awkwardly behind, gripping the handle of your suitcase until your knuckles turned white as you took a closer look at his hot dad. noting the way the skin by his eyes crinkled as he smiled at his son, and then the way his cheeks flushed an unmistakable shade of pink when his eyes finally landed on you.

you looked away, staring awkwardly at the floor when his eyes met yours. you had felt it then, a jolt of heat that rolled through your body when his eyes lingered just a little bit too long on your own. fuck.

“mom. dad. this is my girlfriend…” he introduces you by name and you could’ve sworn you saw a little bit of light die behind his mother’s eyes when he used the word girlfriend. but she smiled sweetly at you anyway, whether it was genuine or not, you didn’t really care.

“it’s nice to meet you” she smiles, notably not extending her hand out for you to shake or really acknowledging you in anyway but by word.

“you too!” you extend your own fake smile before your eyes land back on his dad, who was offering you a real genuine smile. it was shy, small and his cheeks grew a darker shade of red when you returned the same smile. heat pooled low in your belly at that and subconsciously you pressed your thighs together.

“hey, i’m michael but everyone calls me robby” he extends his hand for you to shake, you take it and you swear you felt a spark as your hands met and the way he immediately looked away from you told you he felt it too.

“hi, robby” he’s so much taller than you that you have to look up at him, your eyes all big and round as you peer at him through your lashes. a small smile creeps up on your face and you feel your own cheeks getting hotter by the second.

you don’t say much during the ride back from the airport, you can barely get a word in anyway as your boyfriends mom asks him all sorts of questions about how he’s been since she last saw him. so you just sit there in the back of the car, fiddling with your hands awkwardly in the back making eye contact with robby in the rear view mirror every so often. he looks away immediately every time but two seconds later he’s looking again, like he can’t stop even if he wanted to.

that first night at his parent’s home is pretty uneventful it was late when you got in after dinner so you headed straight to bed. you couldn’t sleep, your mind full of thoughts of robby as your boyfriend held you close to his chest you felt sick as you wished it was his dad instead.

it took ages for you to fall asleep and when you woke up around 10am the next morning your boyfriend wasn’t in bed beside you anymore. you threw on some pajama shorts and a loose tank top and went downstairs to look for him but you only found robby sat at the kitchen table reading something on his phone.

“morning..” you announce your presence in the room and robby jumps at the sound of your voice, his head snapping to where you stand in the doorway. his eyes scan your body, taking in the way your tits move in your loose top as your chest heaves from the effort of your breathing. then he’s taking in your legs, how they’re pressed together slightly as you shift on the balls of your feet and how your tiny pajama shorts cup the plump mound of your pussy so obviously.

“hi..” he breathes out, not realising he’d been holding said breath since he laid his eyes on you.

“where is everyone?” you ask, finally stepping into the kitchen and pulling out the chair closest to robby. he watches intently as you sit, appreciating the way your thighs fill out as they press against the wood of the chair, making the v shape of your pussy in your shorts more noticeable.

his eyes don’t leave your crotch the whole time, unashamedly staring as he asks, “who..?” you giggle at that, at the way he’s so stuck on you and your body that he forgot all about his wife and son.

“your wife? your son? my boyfriend?”

that snaps him back to life, his eyes finally leaving your legs and meeting your eyes. pink flushes your cheeks again just as it did back in the airport. “oh they went out for breakfast, some silly birthday tradition they’ve had since he was a kid”

you nod, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as you look robby up and down. he looked so good in his plaid pajama pants and white t-shirt that was a little too tight on him, hugging his soft tummy and big arms in all the right ways.

robby offers you a drink then which you accept, your eyes trained on him as he moves around the kitchen. you spend a little while chatting over glasses of orange juice, giggling at all his jokes and listening intently as he tells you about himself, his job at the ed and just anything that comes to mind. all the while he’s devouring you with his eyes, it’s somehow so casual and intense at the same time. your thighs burn from how hard you’re pressing them together under his gaze.

he asks you questions about yourself too, smiling and nodding along when you answer them. it honestly felt like a first date, and you were feeling a lot more than on any date with your actual boyfriend.

who speaking of which came home soon after with his mom, interrupting yours and robby’s little kitchen moment. your boyfriend comes over and kisses the top of your head, you want to pull away but force yourself not to and you wish him happy birthday. his mother looks you up and down in something that resembles disgust, obviously not impressed with your revealing outfit, unlike her husband. her husband who was now looking anywhere but at you.

the rest of the day is spent at home celebrating your boyfriend’s birthday, opening presents and enjoying drinks with a couple more close family members. you mostly stay out of the way, sitting on the patio with robby as everyone fusses over the birthday boy by the backyard pool.

you’d changed into a white string bikini earlier much to your boyfriend’s mom’s dismay and robby’s delight, only covered by an almost sheer cover up tied around your waist and just like this morning robby’s eyes were all over you.

you’d spent the better part of the last hour teasing him, pushing your chest out purposefully when he looked, leaning over him further than necessary to talk over the music playing on the speakers, placing your hand on his bicep to stabilise yourself when you did so. and it was working, there’d been a somewhat noticeable bulge in robby’s shorts for some time now, which he hoped you hadn’t noticed but obviously you had.

you wanted him so bad, so much so that it was getting harder and harder not to just jump on him and take him for all he had right there on the patio. and when he laughed at something you said and placed his hand on the top of your thigh, it only got harder. you looked around to check if anyone was watching but they were all too busy with your boyfriend, who you imagine had forgotten you were even there. so you placed your hand over his and brought it up higher, his long fingers slipping on the inside, grazing your pussy over your bikini bottoms.

robby sucks in a harsh breath, his eyes snapping to yours, his pupils were already blown wide. “not here..” he whispers, removing his hand from your leg.

“where then?” you ask, biting your lip and giving him your best doe-eyed look.

he looks around and thinks for a second before grabbing his drink and tipping it over you. he shoves the drink into your hand before you can even let out a gasp. everyone turns to look at you then. robby takes the drink from your hand and places it down on the table next to him before standing up and helping you up too.

“come on, let’s get you cleaned up” he’s pushing you forwards now with one hand on your back as he guides you back into the house and up the stairs, pulling you into his bedroom and clicking the door shut behind him.

as soon as you’re in the room he’s spinning you around and pushing you up against the wall. his lips are on yours in seconds, taking your mouth in a hot, wet kiss. it’s messy and possessive, he’s forcing his tongue in your mouth and you can’t help but moan into his as he literally takes your breath away. his hands are all over you, grabbing and squeezing every single inch of your skin.

he pulls away after a minute to let you catch your breath, his eyes are so dark, almost fully black now as he looks down at you with an intensity unlike anything you’ve experienced before.

“fuck, this is bad” robby pants, reaching his hand around your back and pulling the string of your bikini top open. his lips are on your collarbone then, kissing across it and down the soft swell of your breasts until your nipple is in his mouth.

you gasp, your hands fly to the back of his head, gripping his hair tight as he swirls his tongue around your hardened nipple, suckling it softly in his mouth.

“i know..so bad” you whine, your hips involuntarily bucking forward into his, grinding your clothed cunt against the prominent erection in his shorts.

“we shouldn’t be doing this” he says as he pulls off your nipple before giving the other the same attention.

“i know” you moan, reaching one of your hands down between your bodies to grab his cock over his pants, giving it a gentle squeeze that has robby groaning around your breast.

“so tell me to stop” he’s sinking to his knees now, his hands already untying the strings on your hips, your bottoms falling to the floor by your feet.

you shake your head, “don’t you fucking dare.”

you part your legs for him and his tongue finds your clit in seconds, his big dark eyes trained on yours as he eats your cunt like a starved man. he’s pushing his face into you, his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue teases your dripping hole, swallowing every taste of you that hits his tongue.

your hands are in his hair again, holding him tight against you as you grind your hips against his face. robby lets out a deep, guttural groan and his eyes roll back from the pleasure of you using his mouth to get yourself off.

that familiar heat builds up in your stomach fast, your thighs clench against robby’s face signalling to him that you’re close so he takes two fingers and pushes them against your entrance before shoving them in. he doesn’t even need to lube them up, you’re soaked, your own arousal dripping down your legs as you come undone on his face.

“fuck– oh my god, ‘m gonna– shit, robby just like that– please” he curls his fingers against that spot inside of you and suddenly you’re seeing stars behind your closed eyes and your body shakes as your orgasm crashes over you. robby holds you up against the wall with one hand, the other still pumping inside of you working you through your high.

your breathing is ragged as you come down, your knees buckle beneath you as you look down to see robby cleaning you up with his mouth, his beard shiny with your arousal.

“feelin’ better, sweetheart?” robby coos as he straightens back up, cradling the side of your face with his large hand, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen during your orgasm.

you nod, your eyes glassy and a hazy smile lines your lips as you mumble, “mhmm– yes. thank you.”

you lean up on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek, tasting yourself in his beard, he smiles at that. but the smile fades as his lips part when your hand strokes his cock over his pants again and then you’re the one sinking to your knees. you pop open the button of his shorts, your fingers shake slightly as you pull down the zipper and then again when you’re hooking them under the waistband of both his shorts and boxer briefs, pulling them down to free his achingly hard cock.

he’s big, not huge but much bigger than his son you note as you wrap a soft hand around his girth, bringing his flushed tip to your lips and giving it a small lick. robby hisses, stumbling forward he holds himself up with one hand on the wall as the other comes down to grab a fistful of your hair.

“you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, we can go back downstairs–” robby starts, getting cut off by another lick to the underside of his head. you furrow your brows as you look up at him, tapping his cock against your tongue.

“i just don’t want you to feel like you have to just because i ate you out, you know? i know women don’t like to do this”

you raise an eyebrow at him, “is that what your wife tells you?”

robby nods, swallowing thickly as you press a kiss against his tip.

“you poor thing. your wife not taking care of you? don’t worry, i’m here now.” you smirk before finally wrapping your lips around him, sinking onto him halfway, swirling your tongue around the length of him, tracing every ridge with your tongue.

robby shudders, his knuckles turning white against the wall from the effort of keeping himself up as you suck on his cock like you were made for it. his hand in your hair tightens, trying so hard not to force you the rest of the way down.

“shit– feels so fucking good. almost forgot how- fuck- good this felt” he groans, his head lulling forwards, his eyes fixed on yours as you look up at him through your lashes with your mouth stuffed full of his cock. the sight of that alone would be enough to make robby cum, but he holds on.

“want to be inside you so fucking bad. bet that pretty little pussy of yours is so tight. shit– need that so fucking bad” he’s pulling you off of him now, you release his cock from your mouth with a wet pop and a pout.

“but i wanna-” you go to take him again but he yanks your head back.

“don’t have time, need to feel inside of you before someone comes looking for us. please, sweetheart” he’s begging with his eyes which you just can’t say no to.

“only if you promise i get to finish what i started later”

“of course, you can do that again whenever you want” robby huffs out a laugh as he takes your hand and pulls you over to his bed. you climb on and lay down in the middle. he’s on you in seconds, settling between your open legs not wasting any more time.

he pulls your legs up over his hips and lines himself up at your entrance, swiping his cock through your glistening folds a few times before sinking in with a deep groan. he falls forwards, his hands land either side of your head as the warmth of your tight cunt consumes him.

“oh fuck–that’s it. shit. so fucking tight” he presses his forehead against yours as he looks down to where your bodies meet, watching as he thrusts slowly, savouring the feeling.

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling your lower half up to meet his thrusts, needing more than the gentle roll of his hips that he’s giving you.

and as if robby senses your neediness he speeds up, his hips meeting yours with a lewd slap, his balls hitting your ass on every hard thrust. he’s groaning wildly now, almost as if he’s forgotten where he is and what’s he’s doing. like he’s not fucking his son’s girlfriend in the bed that he and his wife share while they’re all outside celebrating his son’s birthday.

you’re moaning too, loud. you try and hold it back but with each thrust robby’s cock punches your cervix and pushes another loud moan out of your throat. it’s obscene, the mix of your pleasured moans and the sound of skin slapping fills the room.

“fuck, yes. fuck, you feel incredible– so fucking pretty, baby.” robby strokes the side of your face, looking deep into your eyes. you turn your face to the side and take his thumb into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it and sucking.

his hips stutter at that, “such a dirty girl, sucking on your boyfriend’s dad’s thumb while he ruins your pretty little pussy. you like that? like daddy splitting your tight little cunt open on his big cock?”

you moan around his thumb, “yes. fuck yes. love daddy’s cock stretching my little pussy. feels so fucking good, daddy. thank you”

and that’s when you hear it. the sound of the bedroom door swinging open. robby hears it to but he doesn’t stop his efforts, he’s too lost in the moment to even think about stopping.

you turn your head releasing robby’s thumb from your mouth. it’s your boyfriend, robby’s son stood in the doorway with his eyes wide and jaw practically on the floor.

you turn away immediately, burying your face in robby’s neck, robby who hasn’t even bothered to look up yet.

“i’m sorry, fuck– i’m sorry” you cry out between moans. now this is obscene, getting fucked by your boyfriend’s dad while he watches in pure horror.

“dad, what the fuck!?” he finally says, still not moving from his spot in the door.

“shit– i’m sorry son, i– oh fuck, i’m…s-sorry” robby’s pace falters. he wants to stop, knows he should, he keeps telling himself to stop but his body just won’t listen and to his deepest shame he slams into you with a couple more sloppy thrusts as his orgasm crashes through him.

your hand flies up to cover your mouth as you feel robby spill inside of you, filling you up with his thick release as his son watches on. you want to cry, shame and embarrassment washing over you in between the waves of pleasure from robby’s movements between your legs.

“you’re fucking sick, dad!” and with that he turns and leaves, no doubt running to mommy to tell her what he just saw.

robby collapses on top of you then, breathing laboured as he comes down from his high. he doesn’t say anything for a minute and neither do you. what even is there to say after that? so you just lay there with robby onto top of you, feeling like the worst person in the world.

“god, i’m so fucked” robby sighs after a minute, rolling off of you he drags his hands down his face.

“yeah..i don’t think there’s any coming back from this” you turn to face him, placing what’s supposed to be a comforting hand on his chest but it just feels stupid after everything. there’s no making this better, no fixing this.

“you think? god, he’s never going to talk to me again”

“no..probably not” you frown, nuzzling your face into his neck. he wraps an arm around you, neither of you care that the door is still open, it’s not like this situation could actually get any worse. the damage has already been done.

it’s safe to say that your relationship was pretty much over after that. you didn’t care to stay around for the fallout, you just packed your bag and got yourself a ride to a nearby hotel where you stayed until your flight home the next day.

a couple of days passed and you hadn’t heard a word from your boyfriend, not that you were surprised by that. you’re sat on your couch watching tv late at night when you hear a knock at your front door. you check the time on your phone, 3 am. you go to answer it thinking maybe your boyfriend had come home and wanted to talk about what happened but to your surprise robby is standing there on your porch, his bike helmet in one hand, a bag in his other.

you don’t say anything yet, just open the door wider to let him in. he steps in and drops his belongings on your floor. you offer your open arms for him and he falls into them almost knocking you over with his weight in the process.

“so…i take it you need a place to stay?” you huff a laugh after a long minute, it comes out sad though. you really did feel bad about blowing up robby’s whole life like that.

he takes in a deep breath before sighing, “yeah, if you’ll have me?”

you smile at that, “of course, i’d love nothing more”

he pulls away after another minute, you close the door behind him and take his hand leading him back to the couch where you resume your earlier position, though this time you have robby curled up by your side. you place your hand in his hair, stroking softly as you watch tv together like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

like this is how it was always supposed to be.

and you did it at my birthday dinner!!

this is a looooooong one! hope it’s okay! didn’t really plan how they were going to get caught or what was going to happen so i kind of just winged it, hope it was okay!! <333

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“what’s wrong?” you ask, eyes all wide and already glassy from thinking that he might actually be experiencing pain.

“ugh, it’s just. nah, forget it. it’s nothing” robby’s jaw is clenched tight, his hand still shifting his cock over his pants.

“no, tell me. what’s wrong? you’re not in pain are you?” your voice is already desperate and you’re sat up now, your hands on his chest as you inspect his scrunched up face.

“a little. but it’s nothing that you should worry about, sweetheart” he smiles half-heartedly, trying to mask the smirk that threatens to form as he knows he’s got you right where he wants you. knows you’re too sweet and caring for your own good.

“but i am worried! please tell me, i want to make it better” your bottom lip is thrown out now, chin wobbling, small tears threatening to fall.

robby takes in a deep breath then exhales, his hand finally leaving his cock and settling on your thigh. “well, sometimes when a man hasn’t relieved himself for a while it can hurt, you know. down there” he nods his head towards his crotch and your eyes follow, landing on the obvious strained outline of his thick cock.

“oh no!” your hand reaches across and lands on his cock, just holding it lightly in your hand over his pants. robby’s eyes close briefly and he bites back a groan that threatens to spill from his lips. “can i make it better? please let me help you, daddy. don’t want you to be in pain” you’re still frowning, looking up at him with big glassy eyes that has his heart hammering in his chest and his cock twitching in your hand.

“i couldn’t ask you to do that, baby. it’s grown up stuff”he strokes the side of your face, giving your cheek a little squeeze as he half smiles half frowns at you.

your eyebrows fall in the middle, your own frown getting bigger. “i am a grown up! i can handle it, please i wanna help you” it’s true, you are a grown up. but the way robby’s been babying you since the day he met you had made you all kinds of naive and very very clueless.

“i mean…if you’re sure, sweetheart”

you’re nodding eagerly, “i am sure! i can handle it, daddy. i promise!”

he lets that smirk pull at his lips now, he’s got you. “okay, okay. do you know what to do?”

you shake your head slowly and he gets up off the couch, standing in front of you between your legs, your face eye-level with his crotch. he undoes the top button of his pants and then the zipper, pulling them down a long with his boxer briefs, letting his thick cock hang heavy between his legs. your eyes widen at the sight of it, “oh…big.”

robby smiles at that, “yeah, it’s big. sure you can handle it, baby?”

you’re nodding again, “mhm!” you reach your hand up and wrap it around his girth, your fingertips barely touching around it. robby hisses at the contact, “thought you said you didn’t know what to do with it.”

“jus’ wanted to touch it” you smile, scooting up to the edge of the couch cushion to get closer to him.

“good girl,” robby’s hand comes up to the side of your face, cupping your jaw. “okay so, you’re gonna use your mouth okay?”

you tear your eyes away from his length, looking up at him with a deer in headlights expression on your face. “my mouth? how?”

“don’t worry, it’s easy. just like you’re sucking on a lollipop”

it clicks for you then and you lean forward and give a tentative lick to the underside of his tip. once and then twice before wrapping your lips around him, fully engulfing his head in your warm mouth. your eyes never leave his. robby can’t believe the sight in front of him, his pretty little girl with her mouth on his cock.

“that’s it, baby. that’s good, such a good girl.” he groans, his head threatening to tip back but he keeps it still, wanting to watch as you sink your mouth over him more. you take more of him in, swirling your tongue over him, tracing every ridge and vein because you think that’ll feel good for him, it does.

“fuck, you’re so good at that. sure you haven’t done this before?” he huffs out a satisfied laugh and you softly shake your head. “just a natural then? should’ve known. my sweet girl is good at everything, isn’t that right?” he coo’s, his hand stroking the side of your face. your cheeks are all big and puffed up, so stuffed full of his cock.

you’re nodding, your eyes glued to his as you bob your head in time with your hand stroking what you can’t fit in your mouth. you get a little too eager and his tip hits the back of your throat making you gag and pull off immediately, robby laughs as you gasp for air.

“aw, careful, baby. don’t wanna hurt yourself, you’re okay, you’re okay” he’s bending over to kiss the top of your head, his cock brushing against your lips as he does so. you give his tip another small lick before taking him back in your mouth, being careful this time not to hurt yourself.

before long you’ve got the hang of it, licking and sucking as you move your head, hollowing out your cheeks when you need to. robby’s falling apart under your touch, babbling sweet words as he nears closer to his orgasm.

“fuck, feels s’good. such a good girl, my pretty little thing. so sweet for your daddy” robby groans, his hand on the side of your face slides around to grab a fistful of your hair, needing something to hold onto as to not lose himself. his knees buckle under his weight, it’s getting harder and harder for him to hold on. he knows he should pull out, cumming in your mouth might be too much for the first time. but he just can’t bring himself to leave the warm sanctuary of your soft cheeks.

and so he doesn’t. with a couple of forceful thrusts that make you gag he’s spilling himself right down your throat. your mouth fills up immediately and you don’t know what to do, it tastes weird and you want to spit it out but robby instructs you otherwise.

“swallow, baby. that’s it, need to swallow it for me. good girl, that’s it, you got it”

you swallow it down, almost gagging on the salty bitter taste but you always do what daddy says. he pulls his softening cock out of your mouth with a wet pop and collapses on the couch beside you. spreading his arms across the back of it he pulls you into his chest, soft tummy heaving as he recovers from his orgasm.

“feelin’–hmff–feelin better, daddy?” you ask between soft pants, your body trembling slightly from when he’d thrust into your throat before.

“yes, thank you, baby.” he peers over at you and sees your flushed face and wet lashes, his eyes tracing over the wet streaks on your cheeks from where you’d been crying on his cock when he’d been too rough.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart. did i hurt you?” he leans over and wipes your cheeks, you lean into his touch and shake your head.

“no. no. you didn’t hurt me, i’m okay, daddy. told you i could handle it” you proclaim with a dazed smile on your face. robby kisses it, tasting his release still on your soft lips.

“yeah, you did so good. thank you” he’s flopped back down on the couch now, his eyes going back to whatever’s now playing on the tv. you settle into his chest and smile, pleased you’d made him feel better.

after that robby makes a little habit of sneaking into your room at night. all he has to do is sit on the edge of the bed and give you a light shake to wake you and you already know what he wants. and you’re more than willing to give it to him.

he hasn’t had to jerk off in months, not when he has his eager little girl around that just wants to make him feel all better.

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jack had told him that they were just going to go to their usual bar and play some pool just like they did back in med school together. even though robby was reluctant to agree, he did anyway.

however robby got that sinking feeling in his stomach that he did whenever jack was up to something when he missed the turning for their usual spot.

“you missed the turn” robby points out, furrowing his brows at jack who in reply just clicks the car doors locked and smirks.

“jack….where are you taking me?” robby’s voice is low, apprehensive, his stomach turning a little as he imagines all the terrible things jack could be up to—michael robinavitch hates surprises.

“all in good time, brother. all in good time” jack beams at him before turning the stereo up, robby just sinks back into his seat wishing it could swallow him up.

“a strip club, brother? really?” robby sighs as he steps out of the car, folding his arms across his chest as the neon pink ‘girls girls girls’ sign threatens to burn his retinas.

“hell yeah! been a while since you’ve had any fun, come on it’s your birthday! if you can’t ogle half naked girls that aren’t your wife on your birthday, when can you!?” jack comes up behind him, grabbing his shoulders and giving him a shake. robby rolls his eyes as jack practically pushes him in the direction of the front door—this was going to be a long night.

once they’re inside they take a seat at the bar, jack wants to sit right next to the stage ready with a fat stack of bills in his pockets just itching to stuff them into some panties, robby just wants the night to be over with before it’s really begun.

“you’re really going to sit here sulking all night at this bar when just 10 feet behind you there’s super hot girls shaking what their mama gave them? you’re unbelievable, brother.” jack shakes his head, finishing the rest of his drink in one big gulp before slamming it back down onto the counter.

“well, suit yourself. i’m gonna go get me a dance” jack pushes himself off the barstool and stumbles off in the direction of the stage, struggling to pull his very full wallet out of his back pocket.

robby sighs and takes another sip of his drink, thinking maybe he should just get himself an uber home to make good on his previous plans of self loathing when he feels a soft tap on his shoulders. once. twice.

he turns around ready to turn down whichever eager dancer thinks she’s going to get a payday out of him when he meets said dancer’s eyes and stops dead in his tracks.

“oh my god…” he mumbles under his breath, his eyes locked onto yours. not quite able to comprehend the fact that you, his stepdaughter, are here at the club, wearing what can only be described as the tiniest pieces of fabric ever produced.

“hey, birthday boy!!” you squeal excitedly, wrapping your arms around robby’s neck and jumping up onto your tippy toes to hug him, pulling him right into your chest.

“wha….” the words fizzle out on robby’s tongue as you jump up onto the barstool beside him, beaming at him from ear to ear.

“it’s good to see you too!!” you laugh, shoving his shoulder lightly, amused by the befuddled look still on his face.

“what are you doing here?” robby asks and you laugh at that too. it had been a while since he last saw you and part of him wasn’t really sure that it was you, but of course it was.

“oh you know, just hanging out” you gesture vaguely with your hands. “what do you think i’m doing here dressed like this? i work here silly” you grab his glass and take a sip, grimacing at the bitter taste of the straight whiskey.

“right….does your mother know about…this?” he gestures towards your pathetic excuse of an outfit which was really one of those stripy blue micro-bikini’s and matching thigh high socks with those obscenely tall clear stripper heels.

“course not, and you’re not going to tell her right?” you raise your brows at him. robby and your mom had not been on good terms for a while now, they still lived together and were still married but it was rocky to say the least and robby figured that telling her that her daughter was a stripper might not help that situation.

he shakes his head and exhales slowly, “no, i won’t tell your mom”

then you’re beaming at him again, your brain a little fuzzy from the alcohol you’ve slowly been consuming since the start of your shift. “great! so…what are you doing here anyway? didn’t really think strip joints were your vibe”

“jack tricked me, told me we were going to play some pool and we ended up here” robby explains, calling over the bartender and ordering himself another drink, you insert your own order and tell the bartender that robby will be paying for yours.

“of all the strip joints in all the world and uncle jackie brought you to mine” you joke and robby for the first time that night actually cracks a smile.

“casablanca, nice” he tips his newly refilled drink towards you and you clink your glasses together, toasting his big day.

you spend a little while talking, just catching up with each other since it really had been a while since you last spoke. you had a huge fight with your mom a couple of months ago and hadn’t been back home to see her since, much to robby’s dismay. ever since he and your mothers relationship started going south you were really the only good thing about being in that house. so full of light and life, always laughing and smiling, always so sweet with him giving him the care and attention your mother didn’t—he missed you a lot.

“hey! seeing as it’s your birthday, how about a dance?” you offer after a little while, excitement way too obvious in your tone.

“what? from you?” robby almost spits out his drink in shock, there was no way that his stepdaughter was asking him if he wanted a lap dance.

“yeah from me! who else?” you laugh, playfully hitting his shoulder, you let your hand linger a little too long on his bicep.

“literally anyone else, kid. jesus christ, i’m your stepfather”

“come on, robby! it’s just a dance, not like we have to fuck. no touching allowed remember” you point in the general direction of the sign stating that very rule.

robby gulps, ‘not like we have to fuck’ like you didn’t have to but the option was still there if he wanted it…he wondered if that’s really how you meant it or was he just going crazy from not getting laid in about a year.

“jeez…i don’t know, i don’t think that’s a go–” he’s rubbing the back of his now flushed neck when you jump off your stool and grab him by the hand, pulling him to where he assumes the private rooms are.

“pretend it’s your birthday and live a little, dad” you wink at him as he helplessly follows you. you pull open a curtain of a free room and push him down onto the couch. robby tries to settle back into it as you mess around with the stereo but he doesn’t know what to do with himself. by the time you’ve turned around he’s sat with his hands together in his lap looking really rather awkward which makes you laugh.

“jesus christ, you look like you’re awaiting test results in a doctor's office, relax!” robby tries but fails, in the end he just lets his hands fall by his side, spreading his legs slightly as you step into the space.

“ar-are you sure about this…you don’t have to do this just because it’s my birthday…” robby gulps nervously again as you hit play on the stereo before setting the remote down on the couch. robby’s favourite song starts playing over the speakers and that’s when you start dancing.

you straddle one of his thighs, grinding your hips and swaying to the beat of the song, your body moving so fluidly that robby is honestly impressed. after a few moments he does actually relax, sinking back into the leather couch with his arms outstretched across the back of it as he watches you, his eyes trained on your swaying body.

and maybe he let himself get too relaxed as when you surged forward and threw yourself into his lap he felt his cock stir to life in his jeans. he tried so hard to will it away but the way you were rolling your hips against him, dragging your barely clothed cunt against his lap made it almost impossible.

“i don’t think this is–” robby starts, panic rising in his throat as he feels himself getting harder by the second, he was worried that you’d be able to feel it too. but you place your finger against his lips, grinding yourself down harder into his lap, you could definitely feel it and you liked it—a lot.

“sssshhh…it’s okay, just let go, let yourself enjoy something for once in your life, robby” your voice is a breathy whisper that sends a shiver down his spine. this is so wrong, his stepdaughter is practically dry humping him in the back room of a fucking strip club, he should push you off, tell you to stop—but he just can’t force himself to.

his hands hover above your hips, shaking slightly, he goes to pull them back as he remembers the sign you had pointed out to him earlier but you grab his wrists and bring him back, placing his hands on your hips.

“but the sign said…”

“doesn’t apply to birthday boys” you wink, wrapping your arms around the back of robby’s neck, rolling your hips harder now, purposefully. robby’s head lulls forwards, his eyes fluttering closed as the first sexual contact he’d had in a year becomes almost too much.

“fuck, you’re so hard,” you moan, rubbing your pussy back and forth in his lap. “feels soooo big, want to feel it inside of me” you whisper in his ear, trailing hot wet kisses along his jaw.

robby doesn’t reply, doesn’t know what to say. he knows what he should say, no. but it just doesn’t come out and then you’re undoing his belt, then the button of his pants and his zipper. and before he even knows what’s going on your pulling his cock out and wrapping your hand around its girth, pumping it in your fist.

“want to ride this big cock so bad, can i? please let me ride your cock, dad” you whine, leaning down and letting saliva pool on your tongue before letting it drip from your mouth onto his dick.

robby groans at the feeling, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he wrestles with his mind for a brief moment before finally giving in. “yeah, fuck yes, please”

you’re already pulling your panties to the side before he finishes his sentence. lining yourself up above him you take a second to look him in the eyes before sinking down onto his length, savouring the stretch as you slowly let yourself drop into his lap, his thick cock fully buried inside of you.

robby hisses through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched as your tight cunt squeezes him, so warm and so very wet it feels good, too good—so good in fact that robby thought after a year of no sex he might not even last two minutes.

and that notion is cemented in his mind when you start bouncing, actually bouncing, not a slow roll of your hips to ease him into it, no. an actual real bounce with your feet up on the couch, your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself.

“fuck, you gotta—oh fuck, gotta slow down, sweetheart. keep that up and i’m. shit. ’m gonna—” robby can barely keep himself together as you take him for all he’s got, riding his cock like you were made for it, like it’s the only thing you know how to do.

“you’re gonna what? gonna cum? gonna fill up this tight little pussy? god, that would be sooo terrible, i definitely don’t want that” you bite your lip, your tone mischievous as you watch robby’s face scrunch up as he tries his best to hold on.

“can’t, too quick–shit. don’t want to…”

“i want you to though. want you to fill up his pretty little cunt with cum. want to feel it in my stomach. want to watch it drip out. want it so bad, pleasseeee daddy”

that was it, robby’s breaking point. his release crashed through him like a heart attack, it had been too long and felt too good that it felt like he was actually dying. death by orgasm, what a way to go.

his sweat slick forehead drops against your chest, his breath hot against your flushed skin as he tries to regain control of his breathing. you settle down so you’re sat with his softening cock still inside of you. your hands wrap around his neck again, holding him against you and you smirk against the top of his head, pressing a kiss into his hair.

“see, now that wasn’t so bad was it?”

robby huffs out an exhausted laugh.

you both redress yourselves before leaving the private room, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek before saying goodbye and skipping off to the dressing room to clean yourself up. jack’s stood at the bar watching the two of you, he raises an eyebrow at robby when he rejoins him.

“wondered where you’d ran off to, thought you’d left me brother. was that…?”

“please–” robby pants, still not quite recovered from his earth shattering orgasm, the orgasm that his stepdaughter gave him. “–don’t ask”

a smirk tugs at the corner of jack’s lips and he gives robby a knowing pat on the back, “shit! that’s what i’m talking about!” jack hoots giving robby his abandoned drink back and he raises his. robby lazily taps his glass against jack’s and lets out an utterly exasperated laugh.

what a birthday this turned out to be.

okay so i’m actually in love with this!! was genuinely so excited to write all of it, so don’t tell me if it’s bad. hope u enjoy it as much as i did!! <33

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“i know, you’re always working” it comes out a little more childish than you had meant it to. robby rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth with a ‘tssk’.

“i’m sorry, but someone has to pay the bills around here” that stung—of course he was right but it still hurt a little bit.

you pull your head out of his lap and look up at him, his gaze still locked to the screen. you’re sat on your knees under the desk, just watching as he completely ignores you and your plight.

you need his attention, need him. and so you sit up slightly and graze his crotch with your hand, running over it a few times before he grabs your wrist to stop you.

“baby, i’m really busy” he groans, finally looking at you with a tired expression on his face.

you give him your best puppy dog eyes and push out your bottom lip, letting your chin wobble a little bit as you whine, “pleasee daddy, i want you inside of me, want to feel your cock stretching me out. just let me sit in your lap, promise i’ll be soooo good.”

his dick jumps at that—how could he say no to his sweet girl?

“fine, come on then” he pats his lap a couple times and you climb up, a satisfied smile on your face as you roll your hips against him to get him going.

it doesn’t take long for him to get hard, never does with you. and then you’re pulling his cock out of his pants and positioning yourself above it, pulling your loose pajama shorts to the side, not wanting to waste any time.

slowly you sink yourself down onto his length until he’s bottomed out inside of you, feeling his girth split you open as you try your best to be good and sit still for him. robby drops his chin on your shoulder, pressing soft kisses along it as he types away at his computer, answering work emails while he’s balls deep inside of your sweet pussy.

and to both of your surprises, you do actually manage to stay still while he works, for which he rewards you by taking you back to your bed and fucking you into the mattress. all the while telling you what a good girl you are and how much he loves you—even if he is a little busy with work sometimes, you’re still his favourite girl.

let’s pretend this hasn’t been in my inbox since like the beginning of april….my bad 😵‍💫

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