Daphne Vs. Daddy

Pistoning hard into me, he buries his cock as deep as humanly possible with each thrust of his, my moans now turning into screams. My fingernails have now turned into claws, and I’m running them across the muscles in his back without a rhythm, tracing erratic lines over his skin and leaving him a mark that he can remember me with tomorrow.

“Is this... hard enough... for you?” he asks me between thrusts, each time he drives his cock deep into me as if someone has driven a nail through my brain. I have to wait a few seconds before I can understand the meaning behind his words, my brain struggling with everything that requires anything logical, and then I finally manage to think of an answer.

“Harder!” I cry out, my voice shrill and sounding foreign to my own ears. Between you and me, he’s fucking me harder than anything I’ve ever experienced… But I’m curious to see how much harder he can go.

And oh, he can go so much harder.

Groaning, he starts movin

g his hips as if he isn’t human, going so fast that I can’t even tell when his cock is sliding in and out of me. All I know is that my pussy is being completely demolished right now, every single one of my nerve endings working overtime to carry all that information up into my brain.

My hands fall from his back and I just grab at the sheets under me, my hands turning into fists as I bunch them up. I’m not even moving as he fucks me; I’m just lying here, taking all of his punishment and feeling how a giant orgasm casts its shadow over me, drawing close and growing inside me.

It hits me like a tidal wave, engulfing me with all of its fierceness and making me scream so loud I bet all other guests on this floor can probably hear me. But who cares? Let them hear me. Yes, my stepfather is fucking me, and I love every single second of it. Sin and taboo and all that jazz—I’m on a first name basis with these labels.

“Happy now?” he whispers as he finally slows down his rhythm. I open my eyes and look at him with a tired smile, watching as a few drops of sweat glisten on his forehead. He really brought his A-game to the table, no doubt about it.

“Very happy,” I chuckle lightly, and then I lower my voice into a whisper. “But I still need more.” With that, I call all of my strength to my hips and, tightening my legs around his waist like a vice, I push my body to the side and force him to roll to his back. Now straddling him, I place my hands on his chest and throw my head back, a gentle laugh bubbling up to my mouth. “I still need more,” I repeat, slowly swaying my hips back and forth, riding him.

Taking his hands to my ass, he lays them there and feels the movement of my body, my rhythm growing with a kind of maddening patience. Feeling his fingertips brushing over my ass crack, I throw all patience to the side and start riding him harder now, my rhythm reaching a maddening crescendo.

Working myself into a frenzy, I grit my teeth and go all out, bucking my hips at him and impaling myself on his cock. His hands fall from my ass then, and he takes them to my tits, squeezing them eagerly. Pushing himself up, he sits up on the bed as I keep on riding him; leaning forward, he takes his mouth to my right nipple and sucks on it hard, nibbling at my rosy tip in such a way that I can’t help but gasp at the same time.

“I’m gonna … I’m gonna … OH GOD!” I erupt, pleasure taking over me without any kind of warning. It just pops under my skin out of the blue, tendrils of ecstasy spreading out from my pussy and reaching as low as my toes and as high as my scalp.

My pussy chokes his cock with murderous intent and, even though I’ve stopped my swaying motion, completely unable to concentrate on doing anything but enjoy the orgasm raging through me, Dominic takes the lead and starts thrusting. He does it almost too viciously, each of his thrusts making my orgasm even more intense.

It doesn’t take long for his body to start reacting to his intensity. First his cock starts pulsing violently against my inner walls, and then I hear his groan of delight as he rests his forehead against my shoulder. Then, before I even have the time to say a word, I feel his warm seed flooding me at once.

I keep still as he gushes his cum into me, shooting it all inside my pussy. It feels warm and pleasant, a never-ending river of semen that fills me up. I bite down on my lower lip as I feel his cum dripping out of my pussy and onto my thighs and his body, a truly wet mess down between my thighs. Just the kind of mess I’ve learned to love.

“Fuck, this was so good,” he finally exhales, his cock giving its final spasms inside my pussy. He then pushes me to the side and I go willingly, collapsing on top of the mattress and sprawling myself by his side. I half-expect him to do the same and simply collapse next to me, but that’s not what he does.

Instead, he goes to his knees and hooks his hands under my knees. Pulling me toward him, he spreads my legs and then lies down in the space between them, his amused eyes locked on mine. We exchange one final glance and then he leans forward, parting his lips as he takes them to my pussy.

Closing my eyes, I arch my back and prepare for the final gift of the night, one given by his tongue and a refined sense of wickedness. Lapping at my pussy, he flicks the tip of his tongue against the space between my inner lips, scooping his own cum as it drips out of me. Taking it further, he opens his mouth wide and fits it against all that wetness, his tongue working me furiously as I let out moan after moan, my body still being punished by the aftermath of the last orgasm.

Finally taking his mouth off of my pussy, he crawls up to my side and, before I have the time to prepare myself for it, he crushes his mouth against mine and sweeps me into a passionate kiss. Surrendering to his lips, I let our tongues dance over all of the cum that he has scooped up in my pussy, its salty taste drawing out all the madness that lives inside of me.

By the time we finally break free from each other, I can’t help but grin at him and tease him one last time.

“Daddy knows how to handle his baby girl, doesn’t he?” I whisper, careful enough to let the word daddy linger on my lips.

“You got that right,” he whispers back at me, his smart eyes focused on mine. I look back at him in silence, for a long time, and I let the truth of all this slowly sink in.

Now that we’ve crossed a forbidden line (and more than once), it might be impossible to turn back. And, the thing is, it doesn’t sound that bad.

Or does it?

11

Daphne

My phone buzzes and with a sigh, I pick it up. I have a ten minute break, and then I have to get back out there and insert a catheter into…

Oh.

Oh my.