Dirty Daddy

“What?” He simply asks, but judging by the mischievous flicker on his eyes I guess he already knows the answer to his own question.

“Your cock,” I breathe out, sitting up straight on the couch. I let my body slide down the couch and, once I feel my knees touching the rough carpet floor, I lift my hands up get to work. I unbuckle his belt as fast as I can and then pull his belt out from its loop with a vicious yank; pushing his zipper down, I hold my breath for a few seconds as I gaze at the thick shape tenting his boxer briefs. I still have a hard time believing that that cock belongs to me, and only to me.

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I grab his underwear, pushing it down his legs in one swift movement. His cock jumps out at once - it’s thick and long, and every inch of it is pulsing with ravenous desire. Which is absolutely perfect, since every hole in my body is also hungry for it.

“Looks delicious… As always,” I grin at him, curling my fingers around the root of his shaft. He almost growls at me as I say it, his cock throbbing against my fingers.

I start stroking him, taking one hand all the way up his length, and then making the same climb with my other hand. I go like that for a while, tugging on his member with both my hands in a flowing motion. His hips rock slightly forwards, telling me how he yearns to put his hardness inside of my mouth.

Oh, I can do that.

I let my hands go up to his stomach and I grab at his shirt, tugging on it sideways and making the buttons jump with a popping sound and scatter on the floor. He takes it out as I hurry down to his pants and boxer briefs and push them completely down his legs. Before he can step out of them, I go back to my feet once more, and

then just go for it - I position myself on top of him, straddling him as he takes his shoes off and throws them away; he kicks off his pants too, and I take a whole second to marvel at the perfect naked man sitting on the couch under me.

Grinning, I place my hands on his shoulder and push on him, forcing him to lay down, and then I go to my knees right between his legs.

I lean into him, parting my lips and taking the tip of his hard cock inside of my mouth. I feel him exhale in pleasure, and I flick my tongue against his tip, circling it with soft and deliberate movements. His hands go to my head and he pushes me down with an almost anxious eagerness. I don’t even bother resisting his pressure - I want to feel that thickness of his inside my mouth, and I don’t want to wait for it. Going down his length, I push myself as hard as I can, straining to fit him all inside of my mouth. I pull back slowly the moment I feel my lips touching the skin at the base of his cock.

Wrapping my fingers around his member, I start bobbing my head up and down, flicking my tongue at his cock as I suck on it. His breathing is growing rougher with each bob of my head and I up the pace, stroking him while I suck.

Letting go of my head, his fingers slide down my neck and go around my waist, caressing my inner thighs. I push my knees slightly apart, allowing him to place his hand on top of my pussy, one finger of his immediately finding the way to my clitoris. He doesn’t waste time - with his cock lodged deep inside my mouth, he slides one finger inside of me and starts to move it in and out and a furious pace. I sway my hips as he does it, my throat vibrating with a moan that can’t escape my lips because of his massive cock.

I like his fingers inside of me almost as much as I relish having him in my mouth. But there’s something else that we can do - something better.

I grab his hand and make him take his fingers out; then, I pop his cock out of my mouth and jump on top of him, my back turned to his face. Realizing what I’m about to do, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me into him, his mouth fitting right below my dripping pussy. I ease myself down softly, allowing his tongue to part my folds and jab in and out of me quickly, one hand of his going around my waist and pressing down on my clitoris.

My pussy on his face, I lean forwards, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight at my mouth. I let it slide inside of me in a hurry, his burning flesh rolling over my tongue hastily. I suck on him as hard as I can, cupping and caressing his balls with one hand.

I try to focus on what I’m doing, but it’s harder than it seems. He keeps flicking his tongue at me, thrusting with it and then sliding it all along my slit, all while he rubs on my clit with the dexterity of a true master. We’re pleasing each other with our mouths - my pussy in his mouth, his cock in mine - and it feels like the perfect thing to happen during our little date. I sway my hips against his face as hard as I can, all the muscles in my body tensing up as a nocked arrow, and I realize that I’m already dangling over the edge of pleasure.

Just like that, I take his cock out of my mouth and let a high-pitched scream tumble out of my mouth and fill the small cramped office. I grab his knees hard, arching my back as a jolt of mind numbing electricity runs through my spine. I’m coming hard and, fuck, he doesn’t ease up. He keeps licking me, his fingers hooked on my hips and keeping me in place. I tremble in ecstasy like a madwoman until I can’t take it anymore; I roll to the side, closing my eyes and breathing hard.

“Now it’s my turn to say it,” I hear him say as I roll to the side. “I want it. I want your pussy,” he growls, and then he sits up on the couch and pulls me onto his lap. Straddling him once more, I lock eyes with him and let a spirited wildness take over me.

“Then take it,” I simply say, and he moves fast.

Sliding his hand between my legs, he feels the wet folds of my pussy with his fingertips and then, no warning at all, he just thrusts his hips forward and presses the tip of his cock against me. With expert and caring movements, he moves his hips slowly, rubbing the head of his cock over the length of my folds. He keeps doing that until it becomes almost unbearable. I know what game he’s playing, and I don’t really want to play it.

I bury my fingernails on his back and, summoning all of my strength, I thrust at him. He holds his position, only allowing his tip to slide inside of me - but that’s already enough for me to moan harshly, the sound climbing up my throat in a hurry. I buck my hips more fiercely, wanting to feel all of him.

He knows it’s no use fighting me, so he simply thrusts with all his might - in a fraction of a second his cock parts my wet folds and strains against my inner walls as it slides deep inside of me. He slides back out and then goes all the way in once again - with each thrust of his my moans grow louder and fiercer.

His rhythm grows patiently, his body moving in a perfect cadence as if every single muscle in his body was designed with one simple purpose in mind: pleasing me. And my God, I’m inclined to believe that’s really the truth - each time he thrusts it’s like the most perfect thing ever, almost a religious experience.

My fingernails bury themselves deeper into his flesh as he guides me towards a masterful crescendo, this symphony of pleasure close to the climax. I moan - no, I scream as he thrusts, every muscle in my body burning from the inside out. I pull him in hard and force him to stop moving as wild spasms take hold of my muscles. My whole body is electrified, high voltage running through me with the ferocity of a thunderstorm. I come for the second time, stabs of pleasure piercing my mind without any semblance of mercy.

I don’t even wait for my body to recover from this orgasm - with my pussy still spasming around his cock, I place my hands on his chest and make a sideways movement with my hips, forcing him to roll to the side. As he lays down on his back I follow after him, rolling on top of him while his cock never slides out of me.

Now with the upper hand, I grab his wrists and place his hands on my breasts; he squeezes them happily, his fingertips brushing over my nipples as I start swaying my body back and forth. I ride him hard, screaming with an intensity I have sorely missed during these past weeks.

Each time I move my hips it’s as if something wild and primal stirs inside of me, pushing me forward until my feet are dangling over the edge of an abyss of undescriptible pleasure.

“Oh God!” I exhale sharply, lighting hitting me all at once. I scream, my throat growing sore with the effort as ecstasy flies through my veins.

I feel Magnus’ cock pulsing harshly inside my pussy, but I’m not ready to give up just yet. Oh no, not at all. With my muscles still twitching in pleasure, I grab his cock by the root and slowly get up, his shaft sliding out of me.

He looks at me with wide eyes, not believing I stopped when he was so close to the end. That’s me, my sweet ex-stepdaddy - I’ve learned a few tricks from you, it seems. Winking at him, a devious smile on my lips, I go up to my feet and then kneel down on the floor; I bend forward and place both my hands on the floor, assuming and all-fours position and wiggling my ass from side to side as an invitation.