Se connecter"Collins..." I heard my stepdaughter Elena moan when I stepped into the house. Her voice was a sultry whisper that slithered straight to my throbbing cock.
"That's it, Collins. Fuck me harder..." She moaned again. My name dripped from her lips like honey, a desperate prayer laced with filthy need. My cock surged in my pants. It was rock hard and aching, pre-cum already soaking through the fabric. I couldn't take this sweet agony anymore, not when every night I'd jerked off to visions of her plump lips wrapped around my shaft. Her innocent eyes would water as she gagged on Daddy's thick meat like the eager little slut she was born to be. I stormed to her rooom, my pulse pounded like a war drum, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I didn't knock, instead I fucking burst through the door. The wood slammed against the wall as raw hunger clawed at my gut. Holy fuck! There she was, my Elena, my forbidden obsession. She was splayed out like a pornstar goddess on her rumpled pink sheets, completely bare and glistening. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal. Full, perky tits rose and fell in heaving gasps, nipples stiff as diamonds begging to be sucked raw. Legs shamelessly hooked over the edge of the bed, knees drawn up and spread obscenely wide. Her shaved pussy was on full, dripping display. Her swollen lips parted like an invitation, clit peeking out swollen and throbbing. A fat, buzzing vibrator hummed like a beast as she plunged it in and out with sloppy, desperate thrusts. Her hips rolled up greedily, chasing the friction. Her free hand mauled her own breast, twisting that rosy nipple until she yelped. Juices gushed out around the toy, soaking her thighs and pooling on the sheets like a puddle of sin. Her eyes were squeezed shut, with head thrown back in ecstasy. She had no clue her filthy fantasy had just become reality. Her body arched like it was made to be ruined by me. "Elena," I snarled. My voice was rough and dripping with possession. Her chocolate eyes flew open, locking onto me. Shock melted into pure, animal lust as she drank in the sight of my bulge that was ready to take her. She didn't stop, like I expected. Oh no, my dirty girl bit her lip and shoved that vibrator deeper. She ground it against her G-spot with a guttural moan that made my balls tighten. "Daddy... you caught me," she purred. Her voice was husky and teasing. Her gaze dropped to my crotch like she could taste me already. "Been thinking of you stretching me open, ruining this cherry for good." That snapped the last thread of my restraint. I ripped off my shirt, my muscles flexing, then I yanked down my pants and boxers. My cock sprang free, a heavy, veined monster. The fat head was slick with pre-cum, it slapped against my stomach with a wet smack, pulsing for her. The veins bulged like ropes ready to claim every inch of her innocence. I crawled onto the bed like a predator. My knees sank into the mattress between her quivering thighs. The heat radiating from her core hit me like a drug. She whimpered, but I snatched the vibrator from her clenching pussy with a loud pop. Her walls fluttered emptily. A gush of her creamy arousal spilled out onto my fingers. I tossed the worthless toy aside and crushed my mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. My tongue fucked her wet heat like a preview of what was coming. I tasted her cherry gloss mixed with the salty tang of her need. She moaned into me. Nails raked my back. Legs wrapped around my waist to grind her soaked slit against my shaft. "Daddy's gonna wreck you, baby," I growled against her throat. My teeth sank into her pulse point hard enough to bruise. Then I laved it with my tongue. I dragged my lips down, sucking a nipple into my mouth. Hot, wet suction, teeth grazing the peak as I bit down just enough to make her arch and scream. My fingers plunged into her without mercy. Three thick digits stretched her virgin tightness. I curled them deep to stroke that spongy spot that made her buck like a wild thing. She was a furnace inside. Walls rippled and sucked me in. Her clit was a hard pearl I thumbed roughly, circling until her hips jerked frantically. "So fucking wet for me. This greedy little cunt's been dreaming of Daddy's cock, hasn't it? Milking my fingers like it's starving." "Yes. God, yes, Daddy! Finger-fuck me harder. Make me squirt for you!" Elena begged. Her voice broke into sobs of pleasure. Her body writhed under me like she was on fire. I pumped faster. The sloppy sounds of her arousal filled the room, schlick-schlick, as I scissored her open. I prepped that untouched hole for the pounding it craved. She came undone in seconds. Her pussy convulsed in violent spasms. A hot flood of her juices squirted over my hand and wrist, drenching us both as she wailed my name like a curse. But I wasn't done. Not even close. I reared back, gripping her thighs to spread her impossibly wider. The head of my cock kissed her entrance, smearing through her mess, teasing that fluttering hole. "Beg for it, princess. Tell Daddy how bad you want this fat cock splitting you in two." "Please, Collins. Daddy. Fuck me! Pop my cherry with that huge dick. Breed me, fill me up until I'm leaking your cum!" Her words were a spark to gasoline. I thrust forward in one brutal surge, breaching her in a white-hot rush. Her virgin barrier gave way with a sharp sting she chased with a throaty moan. Her nails drew blood down my arms. Inch after thick inch sank into her molten core. Her walls clamped down like a velvet fist, so tight it bordered on pain. They rippled around me in desperate pulses that milked my length. I bottomed out, balls slapping her ass. Our pelvises were flush as I ground deep. My pubic bone crushed her clit. "Fuuuuck, you're strangling me, baby. So goddamn tight," I groaned. I pulled back slow, letting her feel every ridge and vein dragging against her sensitive walls. Then I slammed home again, harder, deeper. The bedframe rattled like it might splinter. Her tits jiggled with each punishing thrust. I latched onto one, sucking like a man possessed while my hips snapped forward in a relentless rhythm. Skin slapped skin in wet, filthy echoes. I hooked her ankles over my shoulders, folding her in half to hit that cervix-kissing depth. My cockhead battered her G-spot with every plunge. Sweat poured off us. Her pussy creamed around me in frothy rings. The air was thick with the musk of sex, her sweet nectar and my salty pre-cum mixing into a heady cocktail. "Harder, Daddy! Use me. Fuck your little girl's pussy raw!" Elena screamed. Her body was a trembling mess. Heels dug into my back as she met every thrust with desperate rolls of her hips. I obliged, pounding her like a machine. One hand fisted her hair to yank her head back, exposing her throat for my bites. The other dove between us, pinching her clit, rolling it between my fingers until she shattered again. Her orgasm ripped through her like lightning. Her cunt seized my cock in rhythmic squeezes, gushing around me in hot waves that soaked my balls and thighs. The vise-grip of her climax dragged me under. I roared, burying myself to the hilt one last time. I erupted in thick, ropey jets of cum that painted her womb white, flooding her until it leaked out around my shaft in creamy rivulets. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs. My cock still twitched deep inside her pulsing heat, plugging her full as aftershocks made her whimper. I kissed her sweat-damp forehead, nuzzling into her neck. "All mine now, Elena. Daddy's perfect cumslut." She smiled lazily, sated and marked. Her body hummed with the afterglow of her first real fuck. Cherry popped, soul claimed, ready for round two.Chapter 3: Cumming for the temptation For the next few minutes, mom kept chatting away at the kitchen table like nothing in the world was wrong, telling us all about the crazy patient she had dealt with that day. I nodded and smiled in all the right places, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. My pussy still throbbed from Marcus’s fingers, and every time I shifted in my seat I could feel how wet my thighs were. Marcus stayed across from me looking perfectly calm, laughing at Mom’s stories and bowl like he hadn’t just had me spread open on the counter ten minutes earlier. Only the occasional dark glance he sent my way told me he was thinking about the same thing I was.After we finished eating, Mom stretched and yawned big. “God, I’m beat. That double shift really caught up with me. I think I’m going straight to bed.” She kissed Marcus on the cheek, gave me a quick hug, and headed upstairs. “Don’t stay up too late cleaning up, okay?”The second her bedroom door clicked shut upsta
Chapter 2: A taste of temptationWe stood side by side at the kitchen counter working on the dough, and the unspoken tension kept increasing. Every little move I made turned into some kind of forbidden teasing. I had brushed my hip against his thigh when I reached for the flour. I let my arm slide along his while we kneaded the dough. And I even pressed my breasts lightly against his bicep when I leaned in closer. Every touch I did made my pussy throb more. I was already soaked, and my bare folds were slippery and aching under that tiny skirt with no panties on.Marcus tried hard to stay focused on the doughty but I noticed every reaction from him. His jaw would clench tight whenever my nipple grazed his arm through the thin crop top. His Adam’s apple would bob hard every time I rubbed my body against him. His breathing grew heavier and I could see the front of his jeans starting to bulge. Knowing I was doing this to him, my mom’s fiancé, made me even wetter. And I could even feel my
Chapter 1: Sinful thoughtsI never meant to catch feelings for the guy my mom was about to marry. It just kind of happened to me. I had tried ignoring it till I couldn’t anymore.Mom had been with Marcus for a whole year, and two weeks ago he proposed during a weekend trip. She came home practically glowing, flashing that shiny ring every chance she got. Marcus was thirty-eight, he was tall and built in that effortless way, with dark hair that always looked a little messy, a strong jaw, and these intense blue eyes that seemed to notice way more than they should. He was an architect, had a deep, steady voice, and treated my mom like she was the best thing that ever happened to him. Honestly, he was perfect for her.I was twenty-one, back home from college for the summer, and I kept telling myself I was happy for them. But every time Marcus was around, my body had other ideas. A casual “Hey, Lila” from him could make my stomach do flips and heat rush between my legs. I knew it was wrong
The exam table's paper crinkled under me as Dr. Marcus Reed's gloved hands slid my sundress higher, exposing my thighs to the air. The clinic was deserted, the lights were dimmed, the door locked with a deliberate click he'd made earlier. At twenty-four, I was his patient, vulnerable on his table; he was thirty-one, my trusted physician, white coat parted to reveal the thick bulge straining his slacks. Boundaries shattered the moment his fingers brushed my lace panties, finding them soaked."You're aroused, Ava," he murmured, his voice was low and his gray eyes darkening behind his glasses. "Your heart rate is spiking. Pulse... here." His hand cupped my mound possessively, thumb pressing my clit through damp fabric.I arched, legs parting wider on the stirrups he'd adjusted "for the exam." "Because of you, Doctor, I’m wet"He peeled off the gloves with a snap, bare fingers now shoving my panties aside…plunging two deep into my slick heat without warning. "Fuck, so wet for your doctor.
God, I'd been nursing this massive crush on Professor Harlan for like, two full semesters straight. It was one of those deep, gnawing aches that just twisted me up inside whenever he'd launch into his Victorian lit rants. That voice of his…deep, all commanding and shit. It'd snake around me like some soft, inescapable bind, and don't even get me started on those piercing blue eyes. They had this way of just... peeling you apart, layer by layer, right there in the middle of a packed lecture hall. I'd sit in the back row, my thighs clenched, imagining his hands pinning me down, making me squirm and plead. But hey, fantasies? They're harmless, and just clean, not until that email from him popped up in my inbox one random afternoon: "Office hours, we have to talk about the thesis . Don't keep me waiting." Boom. My heart went into overdrive, slamming like it wanted out.I timed my arrival and went just in time to his office. His office door creaked open once I raised my hand to knock, like
"Collins..." I heard my stepdaughter Elena moan when I stepped into the house. Her voice was a sultry whisper that slithered straight to my throbbing cock."That's it, Collins. Fuck me harder..." She moaned again. My name dripped from her lips like honey, a desperate prayer laced with filthy need. My cock surged in my pants. It was rock hard and aching, pre-cum already soaking through the fabric. I couldn't take this sweet agony anymore, not when every night I'd jerked off to visions of her plump lips wrapped around my shaft. Her innocent eyes would water as she gagged on Daddy's thick meat like the eager little slut she was born to be.I stormed to her rooom, my pulse pounded like a war drum, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I didn't knock, instead I fucking burst through the door. The wood slammed against the wall as raw hunger clawed at my gut.Holy fuck! There she was, my Elena, my forbidden obsession. She was splayed out like a pornstar goddess on her rumpled pink s







