Drunk For Daddy's Cock III

Kevin stared at me for a long moment, his cock still buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy. His expression had changed — the gentle, careful stepfather was fading fast.

“You understand what you’re asking for, right?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “If I put a baby in you, that child is going to be mine. He or she is going to call me Daddy. You’ll be raising your own stepfather’s baby while your mother lives in this house.”

I looked him straight in the eyes, heart racing.

“I don’t give a fuck,” I said clearly, staring straight into his eyes. “That’s exactly what I want. I want your baby growing in my belly… and I want it conceived right here — on my mother’s bed. On the same sheets she sleeps on every night. In the same bed you fuck her on… or don’t.”

Kevin’s jaw clenched so hard I heard his teeth grind. His entire expression shifted. The careful, restrained stepfather disappeared completely. Something dark, hungry, and dangerously primal flashed in his eyes.

“You want me to breed you on your own mother’s marital bed?” he asked slowly, voice low and rough, like he was giving me one last chance to back out.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice dripping with filthy intent. “I want you to pump your baby into me right where she lays. I want to get pregnant in her bed.”

Kevin let out a slow, heavy breath. The last bit of hesitation in him snapped like a dry twig.

“Then you’ve made your choice, little girl.”

He pulled out of me slowly, his thick cock glistening with our mixed juices. Before I could even catch my breath, he grabbed me with one powerful arm, tossed me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing, and started walking upstairs. My bare ass was up in the air, pussy still leaking his cum down my thighs.

He didn’t take me to my room.

He took me straight to the master bedroom — the one he shared with my mother. Just as I had asked.

The door slammed shut behind us. He locked it with a loud click.

He threw me onto the massive king-sized bed like a ragdoll. I bounced on the expensive mattress, the same bed my mother slept in every single night.

I laid there for a moment, breathing heavily, and let my eyes scan the room. It was so fucking boring. Neatly organized documents and files stacked on the dresser, a few business books on the nightstand, minimalist decor. There was nothing that screamed “marital passion” — no lingerie on the floor, no lingering scent of morning sex, no half-empty bottle of lube left out. Nothing.

‘Surely my mother must have sex-starved this man for months.’

The realization made my pussy throb even harder. Poor Kevin.

Kevin stood at the foot of the bed, slowly stroking his thick, heavy cock as he stared down at me with dark, predatory eyes.

“Alright now, child,” he said, voice deep and authoritative. “The Holy Book says to respect your parents. Are you ready to respect Daddy properly?”

I smirked, spreading my legs on my mother’s bed. “Whatever Daddy tells me to do, that I shall do.”

“With all your heart?” he asked, still stroking.

“And with my filthy cunt,” I added shamelessly.

A dark smile spread across his face.

“Good girl. Now come over here and worship this monster with your mouth and saliva. You will suck this cock with so much reverence that Daddy will spank you raw if you don’t please him well.”

I crawled off the bed and dropped to my knees in front of him like a good little slut. His cock looked even bigger up close — thick, veined, and still shiny from being inside me. I wrapped both hands around the base and took him into my mouth with pure hunger.

“Mmmph…” I moaned around his thickness, saliva already dripping down my chin.

“That’s it,” he groaned, grabbing my hair. “Worship Daddy’s cock. Show me how much better you are than your mother.”

I sucked him like my life depended on it –sloppy, wet, and deep. I gagged myself on his length, forcing him into my throat until tears ran down my cheeks. Drool poured down onto my tits as I bobbed my head frantically.

Kevin fucked my face harder, using my mouth like a toy.

“Fuck yes… such a respectful little daughter. Choking on Daddy’s cock on your mother’s bedroom floor.”

He suddenly pulled me off his cock by my hair, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his dick.

“On the bed. Now! On your back.”

I obeyed instantly. He climbed over me, grabbed a bottle of clear, expensive-looking lube from the nightstand drawer.

“Your mother never let me use this,” he said with a wicked smirk. “Too ‘corporate.’ Too… proper. But you… you’re going to love it.”

He poured a generous amount all over his cock and then all over my already soaked pussy. The cold slime made me shiver. He rubbed the fat head up and down my slit before pushing back inside me in one brutal thrust.

I screamed in pleasure.

He fucked me harder and deeper in missionary, my legs wrapped around his waist. Every thrust made wet, nasty sounds as the lube mixed with our juices.

“Harder, Daddy! Fuck your daughter harder!”

He gave me what I wanted. The bed — my mother’s bed — started slamming against the wall. He leaned down and bit my neck, marking me while pounding my pussy senseless.

After a while, he flipped me onto all fours.

“Ass up, face down.”

He slammed back in, gripping my hips and destroying me from behind. The sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass filled the room. He spanked me hard, over and over, turning my ass bright red.

“Tell Daddy whose pussy this is now.”

“Yours! It’s Daddy’s pussy!” I cried out.

He reached around and rubbed my clit while railing me. I came so hard I nearly blacked out, squirting all over the sheets.

But Kevin wasn’t done.

He pulled out, grabbed me, and carried me to the large armchair in the corner of the room. He sat down and pulled me on top, facing away from him.

“Ride Daddy’s cock. Show me how bad you want that baby.”

I sank down on him reverse cowgirl, moaning loudly as he stretched me again. I bounced on his thick dick like a whore, my tits jiggling wildly. He reached around and played with my clit while spanking my ass.

“Fuck, you’re so much tighter than her,” he groaned. “Such a greedy little breeding slut.”

I rode him faster, grinding my clit against him until I came again, screaming.

Kevin wasn’t satisfied yet. He didn’t pull out.

Still buried balls-deep inside me, his thick cock stretching my cum-filled pussy, he wrapped his strong arms around my thighs and stood up like I weighed nothing. A shocked moan tore from my throat as gravity pushed me even further down onto his shaft. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, clinging to him as he started walking across the room with me impaled on his cock.

Every step made his dick jolt deep inside me.

“Oh my god, Daddy……” I whimpered, my tits pressed against his chest, nipples rubbing against him with every movement.

He carried me straight to my mother’s elegant wooden dresser and bent me over it roughly. My bare breasts squished against the cold surface, right next to her expensive jewelry box and collection of untouched perfume bottles. The mirror in front of me gave me a perfect, filthy view of what was happening.

“Look at yourself,” Kevin growled, gripping my hips hard. “Look at how your stepfather is ruining you in your mother’s bedroom.”

He pulled back slowly, letting me see every thick inch of his cock glistening with our mixed juices, before slamming back in with brutal force. The impact made my body jolt forward, my hips slamming into the edge of the dresser.

“Fuck!” I cried out.

He started fucking me hard from behind — deep, punishing strokes that made my ass ripple with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping wetly against skin filled the room. In the mirror, I watched his powerful body dominating mine, his face twisted with raw lust as he destroyed my pussy.

“Right there on your mother’s fucking dresser,” he snarled, spanking my ass hard. “While her perfumes and diamonds watch you take Daddy’s cock like a whore.”

The taboo of it made my pussy clench violently around him. I could smell her signature perfume wafting from the bottles every time my body rocked forward. It only made me wetter.

Kevin reached forward and grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing me to keep watching in the mirror as he railed me.

After several minutes of merciless pounding, he suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and gaping. He spun me around, lifted me onto the dresser for a moment, then carried me back to the bed.

“On your back. Hands above your head.”

I obeyed instantly, still trembling. Kevin pulled off his tie — the expensive silk one my mother had probably bought him — and tied my wrists tightly to the ornate headboard.

Now completely restrained, I was helpless.

Kevin spread my legs wide and stared down at my messy, leaking pussy with dark hunger.

“Look at this sloppy little cunt,” he murmured. “Dripping all over your mother’s sheets.”

He lowered himself between my thighs and buried his face in me again. But this time he went lower. His tongue dragged from my pussy all the way to my tight asshole, licking and sucking with filthy enthusiasm. I moaned loudly, pulling against the tie as he devoured both my holes, his stubble scratching my sensitive skin while two thick fingers pumped into my pussy.

“Daddy— oh fuck, that feels so dirty!”

He ate my ass like a hungry dog, pushing his tongue inside while his fingers curled against my G-spot. The wet sounds were loud and nasty. I was shaking, close to another orgasm when he suddenly stopped.

He flipped me over onto my stomach, my wrists still tied above my head, and pressed his heavy body on top of me.

Prone bone.

His massive frame completely covered mine, crushing me into the mattress as he lined up and thrust back inside me in one savage stroke. The weight of him was overwhelming. I could barely move as he started fucking me with slow, extremely deep strokes — grinding his hips in circles, making sure every inch of his cock claimed my pussy.

“You feel that, baby girl?” he growled right next to my ear, his chest pressed against my back. “This is what it feels like when Daddy owns you completely.”

He started fucking me harder, his heavy balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. The pressure of his body on mine, the way I was pinned down and tied up, made me feel completely used and owned.

I came again, screaming into the pillow, my pussy gushing around his cock while he kept pounding me through it.

By the time he was ready to finish, I was a shaking, cum-covered mess.

Kevin flipped me onto my back again, pushed my legs back until my knees were by my ears, and folded me in half.

“Look at me,” he growled.

I looked into his eyes as he pounded me with everything he had.

“I’m going to fill this womb right now, baby girl. You’re going to take every drop and get pregnant with Daddy’s baby. Say it.”

“I want Daddy’s baby!” I cried out. “Please cum inside me! Breed your stepdaughter!”

With a deep, animalistic roar, Kevin buried himself as deep as possible and exploded. Thick, powerful jets of cum flooded my womb. Pulse after pulse. So much cum that it overflowed and ran down my ass onto my mother’s expensive sheets –my initial intention to humiliate her.

He kept thrusting slowly, pushing his seed deeper, making sure none of it went to waste.

When he finally pulled out, a huge gush of cum poured out of my ruined pussy.

Kevin collapsed beside me, breathing hard, and pulled me into his arms. “You’re mine now, Sophie,” he whispered against my hair. “Completely mine.”

I smiled, exhausted but satisfied, gently rubbing my lower belly.

“Yes, Daddy… I’m all yours, I’m drunk for your cock!”