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MY STEPSON 5.

Author: MISS EM
last update publish date: 2026-04-16 04:21:55

MY STEPSON 5.

I woke up the next morning, feeling sore, my body weak. 

I shuffled a little, only to realize I was still in his embrace, his cock still buried inside me as his chest heaved up and down in his sleep.

I slowly tried to peel his hands off me, so I could go get water, as my throat felt dry.

His grip was tight, holding onto me like I was some treasure he wasn't ready to let go of.

Just then, my phone rang loudly, and I reached out and grabbed it, answering the call without thinking.

“Good morning honey, how was your sleep?” I gulped down saliva. It was Kenny.  

“Good morning hun. It was fine. Yours?” I replied easily as though his son's huge cock hasn't been buried in my swollen pussy since last night.

“Lucien said he was gonna be back last night, and I've been calling, but he's not taking the calls.”

“Ohh, yeah. He's home. He must still be sleeping since he was too tired last night.” I replied, trying my best to mask out my nervousness.

Just then, I felt Lucien's rough hand on my pussy, rubbing against my clit, his cock going hard instantly inside me. 

“Well, thank goodness. I'll be back today by the way, the meeting was rescheduled to next two months.”

I gasped out loud as Lucien started pounding in and out of me, from behind. His hand roughly moulding my tits as he bit down on my shoulder.

“Honey, are you okay?”

“Yes,... Can I… call you… later?” I tried to suppress my moans.

“Don't end it. Keep the call going.” Lucien whispered into my ear, his voice dark and stern like a command.

“Ohh, are you busy?”

“Nope, never mind, you were saying?”

Lucien increased his pace slamming into me, stretching me out, his fingers rubbing on my clit band with one hand. His other hand moved from my breast to tilt my head to the side, as he ceased my mouth so close to the phone, invading with his tongue and sucking my lips roughly.

“Well, I was saying that I'll be back by evening as the meeting was rescheduled”

“Ohh, that's… great honey…” my voice came out broken as Lucien quickly released my lips. He kept going, hitting at my sensitive spot, his length rubbing against my walls roughly, causing the headboard to slam on the wall with each thrust.

“Are you okay? You sound flushed” 

“Yes,... Just,... The weather”

Lucian pulled out from behind, and suddenly pushed my thighs wide, settling himself between them and thrusting back in immediately, balls-deep in one brutal thrust move, fucking me missionary while I held the phone to my ear.

I screamed. The stretch was obscene, burned, perfect, too much and yet not enough. He bottomed out, buried balls deep inside me, hips flushed to my burning ass, and held there, letting me feel every pulsing inch. 

“Ahhh….” My moan escaped from my lips without warning.

“Anna, are you okay?” Kenny sounded on the other end.

I quickly ended the call frantically, not being able to take it any longer.

I let out my moans into the air, my eyes going blank at the sides as I reveled in the sweet pleasure.

“You fucking slut!” He yelled, smacking my tits hard, making me shudder from the sting. 

“I'm gonna fucking punish you for that. Next time, you'll do exactly as I say.” 

My pussy clamped down around him hard, already trying to milk him.

“Fuck,!!” He grunted as he held me onto my tits, squeezing and ramming into me like a ferocious animal. The sounds of his deep throated grunts filled the air as he screwed my pussy.

I rolled my hips in a slow circle, grinding up against him.

He pulled out slowly, almost all the way, then pushed back in fast and hard, his hands still squeezing my tits, my breath left me in a rush. 

“You like that huh” 

He snarled, doing it once again. 

He continued in a teasing and punishing rhythm, his hips snapping forward, with his cock dragging out to the tip before slamming back in. 

Every thrust shoved my legs further apart, until my knees were by the sides of his head. I was so close to my orgasm my breathing ragged as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

One hand found my clit, with two rough fingers, rubbing fast circles while he fucked me. 

“Cum on my cock” he commanded, his lips scraping the lobes of my ear, his breath hot. 

“Show me how much you love having me inside you” 

I was already on the edge of my climax. The pressure built fast and vicious, my legs were shaking so hard I would have dropped to the floor if he wasn't holding on to me. 

“Luc…, Lucien, I'm…” 

“Yes, do it. “ He ordered, pinching my clit hard between his fingers. “cum on my cock inside you. I want your juices coating every single inch”

I shattered. Convulsing furiously as I came.

My pussy clamped down on him so tight, he groaned out loud, there was a little pause as I came, gushing around him, my juices running down his balls and my thighs. 

My whole body felt weak, my vision going white at the edges while I screamed his name over and over again.

He didn't stop, he kept thrusting in and out, his veins stretching my walls out completely, as I was overstimulated.

His thrusts grew faster, harder, until my tits were bouncing roughly on my chest and the only sounds in the room were wet slaps, my broken moans, and his filthy praise.

His hand left my waist to choke me, tighter, owning my breath, while he rubbed brutal circles on my clit with the other hand. 

He roared, slammed home one last time, flooding me with thick, spurts of cum. I felt every pulse, felt it leak out around him as he kept lazily thrusting through the mess.

I arched my back, as pleasure tore through me, my vision blacking out.

We both stayed there for a while, trying to catch our breaths.

After a few minutes, he suddenly smacked my pussy hard, startling me as my weak eyes flew back open, my cunt tightening instinctively around him.

“I'm not fucking done with you. You still need to be punished for your disobedience.”

He smacked me there once again, this time, with the back of his palm.

He pulled out and left the room.

He came back a few minutes later.

Ho got to the bed, and adjusted me, he tied my wrist to one side of the headboard.

“Lucien,...” I called out, confused,

“Lucien, what…”

“Relax, you're gonna enjoy it. Trust me.”

He goes to the other side and ties my wrist. The fabric was thin, but soft on my skin. I tugged at it, and fair enough, it was tight enough, holding me in place.

My arms stretch above my head, shoulders pulled back, tits lifted high. I tug once again, nothing. I'm not going anywhere. 

He steps back and just stares.

“Look at you” he murmurs, voice thick. 

“Tied up for me. Dripping down your thighs. Already marked.” His eyes roamed my body tracing every single curve as I laid there, vulnerable, open for him. “All mine to ruin”. 

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