100 Days

I remember begging is what got me his cock in the first place. I'm so confused, do I beg for more or stop?

"Oh, you want me to let you cum, baby girl? Pretty Penny, should I let you cum on my cock?" Magnus asks.

I can tell that there's more to this question than I know, but I'd sell my soul to cum right now. So I might as well! "Yes, please, please Daddy," I beg. I've got no shame right now. I can't think about anything except how much I need to cum, and for some reason I don't fathom why I need his permission. Like, I know we are playing a game, but it feels so serious. I want to follow this rabbit hole wherever it leads.

"You may cum all over this cock, princess, and then you're gonna lick it off while I cum in your mouth. But I'm going to fuck you a lot more before that happens. You prepare that cream for your dessert, Penny," Magnus says, and he brings his lips to my throat. He closes around my neck, kissing at first and then releasing my arms to bring his hands to my breasts. Magnus squeezes them hard and that rough touch sets off the trigger. I feel the orgasm building within me finally crest over the edge. I'm cumming. I'm cumming more than I ever have in my life, with such intensity that it actually makes my head hurt a little. The pressure within me is so intense I cry out.

Magnus sinks his teeth into my neck, drawing one hand up to hold the nape of my neck and slam me down on his cock. I'm still cumming, the aftershocks of his tongue riding me through every wave of ecstasy. The delicious agony of bouncing up and down on his cock is almost too much to bear.

Magnus pulls up my legs as he releases my neck and draws my legs up closer to my chest and then puts them up on his shoulders.

I'm not getting fucked at this point. Seriously, this is something from beyond. Because his cock is fucking me and doing it so deep inside me, at such an angle that it’s perilous to my sanity. I mean I don't even feel like I'm connected to my mind right now. I shit you not, he is fucking the life out of me and I'm reaching some heaven on earth where I'm nothing but my body, and I'm bigger than my being. The angle his cock fucks into me is sweeter than any chocolate has ever been. His cock is more dizzying than any red wine or even hard alcohol. I'm drunk off him fucking me, desperate for this to never end. My pussy is gushing out so much cum that I feel the wet ring of my cum blooming around us on his trousers. My ass might as well be splashing in it and as I bounce up and down on his cock. I'm making almost whining sounds, struggling to breath and moaning harder than I ever have in my life. If I was a demon, Magnus would be fucking it out of me, exorcising it. But judging by how his enormous, harder than titanium cock is slamming into me impossibly fast, I'd say that Daddy is the demon of fucking.

Oh, I can't complain. He can drag me into this wicked hell with that delicious cock and I'll beg for only more. I can't believe the sensations reverberating through my body. I've never felt like this before. A fleeting thought tells me that I'll never feel like this again.

I mean, after all, I'm fucking my stepfather.

Well, he's fucking me, super hard, in a way that almost makes me fear for the limousine, maybe my body.

But I'm never going to be able to fuck him again. I mean, he didn't want to do this in the first place.

Well, I call bullshit. He's fucking me so hard, no way that Magnus wasn't thinking about doing just this when he was fending off my flirting in the restaurant. But in the privacy of his fancy car and with some admittedly naughty persuasion tactics at play from my naughty repertoire, he's unleashed the beast.

He's unleashed two beasts. The monster cock he's impaling me with so much that the loudest sound in the air is my wet pussy sloshing with the cum his enormous cock is milking from me. And the man that fucks like this. Seriously, he's my stepfather, not some young Tinder ho looking to swipe for the night, and he's fucking me like he's about to win an Olympic medal. For the record, if I could, I'd award him one for this fucking, and me one for how much I'm coming. Seriously, when I lick off the cum on his cock like he told me I would, I'll be filling my damn stomach up.

Magnus brings his hands back to my breasts and he tugs my nipples. "I'm about ready to cum, baby girl," he moans out. It's the most sensual sound I've ever heard.

I lick my lips subconsciously, wanting to taste our cum together in my mouth. I feel the sweat on my brow when I think about how hard it'll be to take that massive cock in my mouth. The way he fucked his cock deep up into my pussy didn't give me a choice...and that has me wondering just how rough Daddy will be. Am I going to suck his cock, or is he going to fuck my mouth? My pussy shivers at just the thought. I want to be used by him, fucked so hard by him until I can't remember my name and the only word in my mind is Daddy. I've never been fucked the way that he fucks me. It's addictive. I won’t be able to think of anything else later; I can’t think of anything now. Daddy’s cock…not even once. Because addictive hardly even begins to describe how much I crave his cock sliding into my pussy, filling me up, stuffing me to the brim with every inch of him so that it erases every thought in my mind with every stroke. He’s erasing my resistance. Capturing my lust. Claiming me down to my soul.

“Now, baby girl,” Magnus growls, pulling me from his cock.

The waves of my orgasm leave me in aftershocks, but I’m eager and lustful enough to be ready for his cum, his orgasm. I drop down to my knees and grab his full length instantly. He’s coated with my cum and I close my mouth down on the head of his cock.

Magnus slams my head down on his cock so that I take him even deeper.

His spurting cock shoots ropes of his seed down my throat, slickening my mouth and salting the tang of my own pussy juices on him. The creamy, musky taste of us together mingles on my tongue. I swallow it in my throat and eagerly I take him in. I suck, swallow, lick, and treat my stepfather’s cock like a lollipop. Like it is his mouth I am kissing. Like I’m drinking the elixir of everlasting life. I moan while I swallow him, the experience of taking him and taking him so far inside my mouth and throat and sucking in both our pleasure feeling like the most erotic experience of my entire life.

A sting—like pain but somehow pleasurable—lights on my head as Magnus’s fingers wrap into my hair, squeezing and claiming my head, my sucking mouth down on his cock. He’s holding me tight, forcing me to stay there deep. I love this, though, even if he wasn’t holding me down. I feel small, fragile, at his mercy. And it's this benevolent mastery of his that I delight in because I'm content to be his slutty little daughter, taking every inch of his cock. Swallowing both our cum and tasting it slide hot down into my belly.

Dinner was nice, but this devilish act is so much more satisfying going down. I feel him course through my veins and there’s something primal about this. I like being at his mercy, pinned to his cock, all in his limo while I shiver and ache so good from the way we fucked.

Magnus is dressed and looks too gorgeous and put together like he always does. No one would be able to tell, save his free cock, which my mouth has captured, that he just fucked the daylights out of his slutty little daughter. Me? I look wrecked in the most delicious way. My nipples ache, and a low thrum in my belly meets the quickening pace of my heart. I can almost hear the blood rushing in my ears, I’m so aroused. I’m a shaking, shivering, sticky, sweating mess of lust. I want to suck his cock forever. And I do, sort of. I keep sucking long after I’ve cleaned off my cum and milked dry every last drop of his cum.

Magnus keeps his fingers in my hair while I keep devouring every inch of his cock. That enormous rod keeps its steel hardness in my mouth. His moans are low in his throat. A deep appreciation for the way I’m touching him. My nipples are grazing the seat of the limo and the leather is hot and cold depending on where my nipples touch in proximity to Magnus’s body while I’m bobbing up and down his cock.

The burning in my pussy rises like a flame that will destroy me utterly.

Never in my life have I felt like I was in such a fluid, unending state of arousal. I almost fear I'll never come down from this high. My body is the least tense it has ever been in its life, yet I’m like a violin’s string pulled too taught and I could be plucked to a fatal pleasure at any moment.

Magnus runs his hands down my back. “Don’t you need to breathe, Penny? You’re sucking my cock like it's your life support,” he says with a laugh. It's a belly laugh, something deep that makes me feel proud.

I don’t know if I've ever heard him laugh so heartily, and, yet ... there’s a lightness to the moment. Something intimate we are sharing that we’ve never done before. Not in our relationship as stepfather and stepdaughter. Not as a one-sided flirting pair at dinner. The warmth spreading through my belly is s

omething else. Something tinged with lust and something else I don’t quite know how to describe.

I don’t answer him with words. I breathe through my nose and keep sucking on his cock. I want his overpowering strength when he decides he’s had enough. I feel his thighs jerking and I know I’m close to that edge of his.

Finally, his hands pull at the nape of my neck in a predatory way that turns me on. I look up at him and I lean up to kiss him on the chest, above his heart. Never have I been fucked like this. I feel like there needs to be the right greeting card for this.