Dirty Daddy

“I like fucking that naughty ass of yours when your pussy is eating up every inch of my cock. I like how your body swallows up everything I stuff in it,” Magnus says, groaning forcefully as he punctuates every word with faster and harder thrusts.

I feel my body stretch to take just how much he is stuffing me. His cock, his fingers, his cum. I’m totally overloaded with it all, and his breath on my neck where he was nibbling and kissing me, his breath is like the butterfly wing that could set the world into chaos. Every part of my body is so sensitive that I’m rolling through another wave of orgasm just to feel his breath on mine.

This is not normal. This is not what fucking is normally like. It certainly can’t be what even fucking with a blindfold on is like. But it's what me getting fucked by my stepfather is like—unpredictable, with equal parts cum and quivering body parts. Me full of him, him rocketing off gallons of cum inside me, and on me. The sweat that slicks over both our bodies. Us melding together until we are so tangled up in each other that I don’t know where one of us ends and the other begins.

I can’t believe the sensations he creates in my body. I can’t believe that while I’m erupting through multiple shivering orgasms, he’s still unloading so much cum in me. I feel it spilling out down my thighs, my own gushing pussy mixing my cum with his.

That’s also us. We tasted our cum separately today, and, as if he can read my mind—and I wouldn’t put it past Magnus who seems to know my body and my desires better than I even know them myself—he yanks his cock from me and pulls my head down to suck it. His fingers pop out of my ass and I gasp at the emptiness. I swallow down on that cock, slamming Magnus all the way down my throat and swallowing him whole. I open my mouth as wide as I can and then suck with all the intensity I can muster, drinking down the cum still shooting from that wondrous cock. The tang of my pussy and the salt of his cock all mix with the creamy milkshake of our lust pouring down my throat. I crave this more than air. I drink our cum like it's water and I’ve been dying of thirst in the desert. My whole body is shaking, but I’m clamped down on that cock and pumping it down my throat. I crave him filling me up, and with my pussy and ass now so empty, I’m finding all the strength I can and slamming him down my throat.

“Fuck, you're a cock sucking demon, Penny. I love cumming down your throat,” Magnus groans.

I let myself smile just a little, feeling it pulling at the corners of my mouth, despite having a very tight suction over his cock in my mouth. I think that his cock must be done cumming now. My pussy is fluttering, but I feel the afterglow setting in my body’s aches starting to war with my desires to keep swallowing him. But then I feel a jerk in my mouth and there’s a final spurt. I almost giggle, silly as that is. He lies back against the bed, pulling me down. His cock threatens to pop out of my mouth but I take it as a challenge. I feel the blindfold sliding up over my eyes and I realize that he’s taking it off.

The smile spread across his face is the most sensual thing I’ve ever seen. My heart skips a beat and my breath is fully knocked out of my body for a moment. His eyes undo me, and I realize I've never seen him look so happy. I've never felt so content. I keep my eyes locked with his gaze and put both of my hands to his hips, sliding his cock back into my mouth because I have a primal need for it to be inside me.

His hands stroke my hair, my back, and I feel cherished. How my stepfather can fuck me like his personal sex toy, his little dirty slut, and still make me feel like the only girl in the world, like something precious to him, I don’t know. But the warmth spreading through my body is so much more than lust. I've never felt so at peace in my life. My vision has returned to normal and my breathing stills and I relish the total exhaustion I feel from what has been an indescribably satisfying fuck.

Magnus’s eyes never leave mine. His hands keep stroking me. A girl totally could die from this much happiness. And wouldn’t it be so damn worth it?

18

Magnus

I never thought I’d say this, but it feels good to wake up next to her.

I’m not the kind of man who likes to sleep next to a woman. I relish my independence, and that extends to my own bed. Sure, I might wake up next to a bunch of naked women from time to time, but that’s just the exception that proves the rule. In fact, that’s a rule I might uphold too harshly; I've kicked more woman from my bed than I care to count, even after they told me how much they enjoyed our time together.

But it’s different with Penny. With her, it just feels right.

I roll to the side, resting my hand on the side of her body, and let my fingers trail down to her naked hip. The sheet falls down from her, baring her shoulders and back, and then she stirs in her sleep.

“G’morning,” she whispers, turning to me and smiling. God, her fucking smile. Is there anything more perfect on Earth than this smile? I seriously fucking doubt it.

“G’morning,” I whisper back at her, pressing my lips on hers. I push her hair back over her shoulder, smiling, and then sit up on the bed.

Maybe I’m digging a hole for myself (and a deep one at that), but I can’t stop myself from doing it. If Penny told me the whole truth, she wanted to come clean before I even started asking the right questions. And why wouldn’t I believe her? I know Rhoda, her mother and my ex-wife, and I sure as hell also know Laurel Trask.

The mayor lives up to the Trask name, that much is for sure; but while her brother had principles, Laurel seems to have none. I might be as a blind as a fucking bat when it comes to Penny, but knowing Rhoda and Laurel as well as I do, I can’t help but think of my stepdaughter as a victim of the machinations of cold ruthless women.

“You okay?” Penny asks me, her hand on my shoulder as she sits up by my side, clutching the sheets to her naked chest.

“I’m okay,” I tell her, but then I backstep and correct myself: “We’re okay.”

“We are,” she says with a nod, a gentle smile on her lips. Fuck, it really feels good to see her smile.

Needing some sunlight to clear my head, I get dressed and tell Penny we’re having brunch. I call for the limo to pick us up and, in less than twenty minutes, we’re rolling down Sixth Avenue and making our way toward the Lafayette Grand Café for some brunch.

There, we order more food than we can probably eat on our own. But, what the hell, I need to refuel after all the fucking sex we had last night.

“I’m sorry,” Penny suddenly blurts out, putting her croissant down and looking at me with an anxious expression.

“Don’t. You don’t need to be sorry,” I tell her, reaching across the table and placing my hand on top of hers. “You did the right thing; you told me the truth. Now let it go.” If we were talking about any other woman, you’d never hear these words coming out of my mouth. But, just like I told you, it’s different with Penny. Maybe it’s because she’s my stepdaughter, because she’s family… But, deep down, I know that it has nothing to do with it. It goes way deeper than that.

“Don’t you hate me?” she asks me, and I can’t help but smile at that.

“Why would I hate you, Penny? You’re the best fucking thing that's happened to me,” I tell her without even stopping to think about what I’m saying, and that because the truth doesn’t need to be threaded carefully; it just needs to be set free. Because, fuck it, let’s not pretend here, okay? Penny really is the best fucking thing to happen to me. I don’t even know how to explain it, but ever since our paths crossed, the urge to fuck shit up simply disappeared overnight. I no longer drink my soul away during the night, and I sure as hell don’t feel the urge to go out and fuck as many strippers as I can. What the fuck happened to me, right?

“You don’t want to… end this?”