The Stepfather’s Best Friend (part 3)

The clock on the cabin wall read 3:48 a.m. when Elias finally pulled out of me for the third time.

I was a mess.  

Thighs sticky with layers of his cum, pussy swollen and sensitive, lips puffy from being stretched around his cock for hours. My voice was already hoarse from moaning. Every time I thought I couldn’t take any more, he proved me wrong.

He stood at the edge of the bed, still completely hard, chest rising and falling, eyes locked on the way his cum leaked out of me in thick, slow drips.

“Stay right there,” he said. “On your stomach. Ass up.”

I obeyed without question, face pressed into the sheets that already smelled like us. I heard him move across the room. A drawer opened. Something soft and heavy landed on the mattress beside my head.

Leather.

I turned my cheek just enough to see.  

A pair of thick black leather cuffs connected by a short chain. A small, sleek black plug with a flared base. He brought out a vibrator. 

My cunt clenched hard at the sight of it.

Elias noticed. A dark, satisfied smile curved his mouth.  

“You’ve been so fucking greedy tonight. Taking Daddy’s cock over and over like a desperate little slut. Now I’m going to make sure this cunt stays open and aching for me until the sun comes up.”

He cuffed my wrists behind my back first—snug, not painful, but impossible to slip. The chain was short enough that my shoulders were pulled back, chest forced forward against the mattress. Then he tapped the inside of my thigh.

“Spread wider.”

I spread my knees.  

The cool air hit my soaked, used pussy. Elias dragged his fingers through the mess, scooped up a thick strand of his own cum, and pushed it back inside me. I moaned into the sheets.

“That’s better. Keep it in.”

The blunt tip of the plug pressed against my entrance next. It was bigger than it looked. He worked it in slowly, twisting, stretching me open around the widest part until the flared base finally settled flush against me. The fullness made my eyes water. I was already so sensitive that the pressure alone made my hips twitch.

“Fuuuck… Daddy…”

“Quiet.” His palm cracked across my ass—hard enough to sting, hard enough to make me gasp. “You take what I give you. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He picked up the wand, switched it on. The low, powerful buzz filled the quiet cabin. Without warning he pressed the head directly against my clit.

My whole body jerked.  

A broken, high moan tore out of me. The vibration was merciless—intense, focused, impossible to escape with my hands bound. Elias held it there, watching me squirm and drip around the plug while fresh wetness leaked down my thighs.

“You’ve been coming on my cock all night,” he said, voice rough. “Now you’re going to come on this until you can’t think straight. And you’re not allowed to close your legs.”

I tried to stay still. I couldn’t.  

The wand forced another orgasm out of me in under a minute—violent, shaking, my bound hands pulling uselessly at the cuffs as I cried out into the mattress. Elias didn’t stop. He kept the vibrator locked against my oversensitive clit, forcing me through the aftershocks until I was sobbing and twitching.

Only then did he pull it away.

I was panting, tears at the corners of my eyes, the plug still stretching me open, his cum still leaking around it.

Elias climbed onto the bed behind me. I felt the thick head of his cock rub against the base of the plug, then slide lower, through the mess, until it notched against my entrance again.

“I’m going to fuck you with this plug still in,” he said. “You’re going to feel both. And you’re going to thank me for every thrust.”

He pushed in.

The stretch was overwhelming.  

His cock and the plug together made me feel impossibly full. I moaned long and broken as he sank deeper, inch by thick inch, until he was buried to the root and the pressure of both made my vision blur.

“Ohhh god—Daddy—it’s too much—”

“It’s not. It’s exactly what this greedy cunt needs.” He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. The wet, filthy sound of it was louder than ever. “Thank me.”

“Thank you—ahh fuck—thank you for fucking me, Daddy—”

He started a deep, steady rhythm, one hand gripping my bound wrists, the other holding the wand back against my clit. Every thrust forced the plug to shift inside me. Every vibration made my pussy clench helplessly around his cock. I was moaning nonstop now—high, desperate, almost continuous sounds that mixed with the wet slap of his hips and the buzz of the wand.

“Listen to you,” he growled. “Bound and stuffed full and still dripping for more. You’ve been wanting this for weeks. Wanting me to use you like this. Wanting Daddy to ruin this pretty cunt.”

“Yes—yes I wanted it—I needed it—please don’t stop—”

He fucked me harder.  

The bed creaked. My bound arms pulled tight. The plug and his cock together stretched me so wide I could feel every ridge, every pulse. The wand never left my clit. A third orgasm built fast and cruel, tearing through me until I was shaking and sobbing his name into the sheets.

Elias followed right after—burying himself deep with a guttural groan and flooding me again. Thick, hot pulses pumped around the plug, so much that it started leaking out past both of them in heavy drips. He stayed locked inside me, grinding, making sure every drop stayed as deep as possible.

When he finally pulled out, the rush of cum that followed was obscene.  

It poured out of me around the plug, running down my thighs in thick strands. Elias watched it for a long moment, breathing hard, then reached down and slowly twisted the plug free. Another heavy gush followed.

He uncuffed my wrists, but only so he could roll me onto my back. My arms were free, yet I still felt owned. He settled between my spread thighs, cock still hard and glistening, and looked down at the absolute mess he had made of me.

Elias leaned down, kissed me slow and filthy, tasting of both of us, then spoke against my mouth.

“Sun’s almost up. Your mother will be awake soon. But you’re not leaving this bed until I’ve had you one more time. And this time… you’re going to look me in the eyes while Daddy fills you again.”

I was already nodding, already aching, already desperate for it.