Suck Me Like A Starving Man

Chapter 4

Calvin’s thick cock stretched my throat wide as he began to thrust, fucking my mouth with slow, deep strokes. I could barely breathe.

Every time he pushed in, my nose pressed against his hard abs and his heavy balls rested on my chin. The blindfold kept me in total darkness, heightening every sensation, the salty taste of his precum, the throbbing heat of his shaft sliding over my tongue, the way my throat bulged around him.

“Fuck, Elena…” he groaned, his voice low and rough. “Look at you. My own stepmom on her knees with my cock down her throat. You’ve been teasing me for weeks, walking around this house like a neglected little slut.”

He gripped my hair tighter and started fucking my face harder, using my mouth like a toy. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room... gluck, gluck, gluck...as saliva dripped down my chin and onto my heaving breasts.

“You’re so much wetter for me than you ever were for Dad, aren’t you?” he taunted, thrusting deep and holding himself there until I gagged. “I bet your pussy is dripping right now. All because your stepson is using your mouth like a cheap whore.”

He was right.

I was absolutely soaked. My thighs were slick with my juices, and I could feel fresh wetness leaking out of me onto the edge of the bed. My clit throbbed painfully, aching to be touched. Every dirty word and every brutal thrust made me clench and drip even more. Shame burned through me, but it only made the heat between my legs worse.

Calvin pulled out briefly, letting me gasp for air, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to the head of his cock.

“Tell me how wet you are,” he ordered, slapping his heavy cock against my cheek.

“I… I’m dripping,” I whimpered, voice hoarse.

He chuckled darkly and shoved back into my throat in one rough stroke.

“That’s right. This married pussy is soaking for your stepson’s cock while your husband is away on business. Pathetic… and so fucking hot.”

He picked up speed, fucking my mouth with long, powerful strokes, his balls slapping against my chin. I moaned around his thickness, the vibrations making him groan. My breasts bounced with every thrust, still tender from his earlier slaps and belt.

The blindfold made it all so much more intense. I couldn’t see him, only feel his dominance, taste his cock, and hear his filthy words as he used me.

And I was dripping wetter than I had ever been in my life.

Calvin suddenly pulled his thick cock from my mouth with a wet pop. I gasped for air, strings of saliva dripping from my swollen lips down onto my heaving tits. My throat felt raw, but my pussy was throbbing even harder, absolutely drenched and aching.

Before I could catch my breath, I felt his strong hands on my breasts. He squeezed them roughly, pushing them together, then slid his slick, spit-covered cock right between my soft, heavy melons.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned deeply as he started thrusting.

The warm, hard length of his cock glided between my tits, the head bumping against my chin with every upward stroke. He held my breasts tightly around his shaft, using them like a toy, fucking my cleavage with slow, powerful movements.

“Goddamn, Elena,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “These tits feel even better than I imagined. So fucking full and soft… perfect for wrapping around my cock.”

He picked up speed, sliding his thick shaft faster between my pressed-together breasts. The wet sounds of skin against skin filled the room as his spit-lubed cock fucked my cleavage. Every thrust made my sensitive, still-stinging tits bounce and jiggle.

“My father is such a fucking fool,” he continued, breathing heavier. “Leaving a woman with a body like this all alone. These beautiful, fat tits… wasted. He should’ve been fucking them every night, but instead he’s off chasing money while I get to use them.”

I moaned softly, biting my lip. The feeling of his hot, veiny cock sliding between my breasts was driving me crazy. I was so wet that I could feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs onto the sheets. Being blindfolded made it even more filthy... I could only feel how hard he was, how warm and heavy his cock felt against my skin, and hear every dirty word.

Calvin squeezed my tits harder around his thrusting cock, his thumbs brushing over my stiff nipples.

“Look at you,” he taunted. “Sitting here letting your stepson fuck your tits while your husband is away. Such a dirty, neglected slut. These melons were made for this.”

He started thrusting faster, more aggressively, his balls slapping against the underside of my breasts with every stroke. My pussy clenched with need, desperate and empty, dripping shamelessly as he used my body for his pleasure.

Calvin kept thrusting his thick cock between my pressed-together breasts, using them like a warm, soft fucktoy. His breathing grew heavier, more ragged, as he pumped faster. The head of his cock kept bumping against my chin and lips, slick with a mixture of my spit and his precum.

“These tits are fucking perfect,” he groaned. “So warm and heavy around my dick… I could cum all over them right now.”

I moaned softly, my nipples aching every time his thumbs brushed over them. My pussy was clenching desperately, leaking nonstop. I could feel a growing wet spot beneath me, soaking through the thin fabric still covering my lower half.

Suddenly, he slowed down. I felt him shift slightly.

“Fuck, Elena…” he muttered, almost amused. “You’re making such a mess. There’s a huge wet spot on your shorts. Your married pussy is dripping like a faucet just from me fucking your tits.”

Before I could respond, he pulled his cock from between my breasts. Strong hands grabbed me and pushed me backward onto the bed. I landed on my back with a soft gasp, the blindfold still tightly covering my eyes.

I felt him yank the rest of my sundress down my legs, then roughly pull my soaked shorts off in one quick motion, leaving me completely naked and exposed.

The cool air hit my drenched pussy, making me shiver.

Calvin didn’t waste any time.

He grabbed my thighs, spread them wide, and buried his face between my legs. His hot mouth covered my aching cunt in one hungry motion.

“Oh my God!!” I cried out, my back arching sharply off the bed.

His tongue dragged slowly up my slit, lapping up my juices before circling my swollen clit.

He groaned against me, the vibration shooting pleasure through my entire body. Then he became ravenous, sucking my clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue, before pushing two thick fingers deep inside me.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growled into my pussy, his voice muffled. “So sweet and wet for your stepson. Your husband doesn’t deserve this delicious cunt.”

He ate me like a starving man, licking and sucking noisily, his fingers curling inside me, stroking that sensitive spot that made my toes curl.

I was soaking his face, my juices running down his chin as my hips bucked against his mouth uncontrollably.

The blindfold made everything more overwhelming. All I could do was feel his strong hands gripping my thighs, his skilled tongue devouring me, and the filthy sounds of him feasting on my dripping pussy.

I was losing control so fucking fast...