My Strict Stepfather's Forbidden Lessons 4

The next few nights after my first time completely changed me.

Alexander no longer held back. He had been gentle that first night because it was my first time, but now he showed me the real him — the hungry, dominant beast of a man who had been holding back.

On the second night, I went to him wearing nothing but the tiny black thong. The moment I stepped into the master bedroom, he grabbed me, kissed me roughly, and threw me onto the matrimonial bed. He didn’t bother with slow teasing. He spread my legs wide, buried his face between my thighs and ate my pussy like a starving man. His tongue licked every inch of me, sucking hard on my clit until I was screaming and cumming on his face, my thighs shaking around his head.

Then he flipped me onto my hands and knees, arched my back the way he liked, and slammed his thick cock into me from behind in one powerful thrust. I cried out at the sudden fullness, but the pleasure was overwhelming. He fucked me hard and deep, his hips slapping loudly against my ass while he spanked me red, leaving handprints that burned deliciously.

“Fuck, this tight little pussy is mine now,” he growled, pounding into me relentlessly. “You’re going to take my cock every night while your mother is gone. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I moaned like a whore, pushing back against him, completely lost in the feeling. He changed positions constantly — pulling me on top to ride him while he slapped my tits, then flipping me onto my back with my legs over his shoulders so he could go even deeper, hitting spots that made me see stars. Every thrust felt like it was claiming me completely. I came over and over, my pussy clenching around him as I screamed his name.

By the fourth night, I was completely addicted.

I walked into the bedroom already wet and desperate. Alexander smiled darkly when he saw me.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

I dropped to my knees immediately and took his cock into my mouth. I had learned quickly how he liked it. I sucked him eagerly, gagging as I tried to take him deeper, my eyes watering. He groaned and praised me, stroking my hair.

“That’s my good girl. Suck Daddy’s cock just like that.. Yes just like that.”

The praise made me feel proud and slutty at the same time. I sucked him until he was rock hard, then he pulled me up, bent me over the bed and fucked me so hard the headboard banged against the wall. He kept changing positions — doggy style, missionary, then making me ride him while he slapped my tits and choked me lightly. I came over and over, screaming his name, my pussy squirting around his cock for the first time as he pounded me without mercy.

He fucked me throughout the entire week like this. Every single night. Sometimes twice. He taught me how to take him in my throat, how to beg properly, how to present my pussy to him the moment I entered the room. He filled me with load after load, sometimes making me keep his cum inside me all day as a reminder of who I belonged to.

On the final night before Mom returned, he was the roughest yet.

He had me on my back, legs spread obscenely wide, pounding me so deep I could feel him hitting my cervix. He kept one hand around my throat, the other rubbing my clit while he fucked me like an animal.

“You’re my little secret slut now,” he growled, slamming into me. “Every time your mother leaves, this pussy belongs to me. I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house. I’m going to make you scream my name while she’s sleeping in the next room. You’re addicted to my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” I cried out, cumming hard again. “I’m your slut… I’m yours…”

He fucked me through multiple orgasms, changing positions again and again until I was a trembling, cum-soaked mess. Finally, with a deep groan, he buried himself as deep as possible and filled me with the biggest load yet, his cock pulsing as he emptied everything inside me.

Afterwards, he pulled me into his arms, stroking my hair as I panted against his chest.

“You did so well this week, baby,” he whispered. “You’re perfect. My perfect little fucktoy.”

I smiled sleepily, full of his cum and completely satisfied. I had started this week as a shy, innocent virgin.

Now I was Alexander’s addicted little slut.

And I couldn’t wait for Mom to leave again.