MasukChapter 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...And I had to do as told. It wasn’t clear who was the dom now, me or him, if I was the Daddy or if it was him. But it didn’t matter because we were both having the time of our lives, dick has never felt so good in me before. And Brian was eating it up, his breathing rough behind me, that hot cock stiff and so dominant in my behind. So with a deep sigh, summoning my resolve, I relaxed my pelvic muscles as best as I could and sat down, hard. With a pop that was almost a loud bang, it happened. My sphincter muscles let go and suddenly that huge, ten inch shaft was buried all the way in, reaching almost to my throat. “Aww fuck,” I groaned, squirming a bit on his lap, impaled deep. “Aww fuck fuck fuck.” It felt so good, split in two, that heavy iron rod solidly up my backside and my dick quivered on its own, leaking cum like a dripping faucet now. “Aw fuck,” I began. But Brian cut me off. “Feels amazing,” he panted. “Now fuck me,
Brian’s eyes flared, hungry and needy, and in a flash, his was out as well, just as horny, just as ready to fuck. “That’s it,” I said in a soothing voice. “That’s it. Now pull it out and start stroking, show me what you like big boy.” Never taking his eyes away from me, that flat palm began moving up and down his fuckrod, caressing the hard length, even tracing the bulging vein on the bottom lightly, teasing himself. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck fuck fuck.” I smirked. “Oh we’ll be fucking soon, don’t you worry big boy,” I said, voice silky. “I got you covered. But for now, just stroke yourself and enjoy. Let Daddy see you play, let me see you palm that hard shaft, get yourself going.”And Brian’s head tilted back then, eyes closing as he played with himself. Fuck, that hard shaft was so huge, pointing straight at me from his hips, like a gun ready to do battle. Liquid wetness rolled off the tip, his peni
It’ll do the trick and only costs a couple hundred. But in this case, no need for narcotics because I was only too happy to oblige. Call me an opportunist, but I’m always up for sex and when a gorgeous male presents himself, practically begging me for it, who am I to say no? Like I said, I’m an ass through and through, and it’s gotten me further than I ever thought possible. So I did what came naturally next. “Brian,” I began silkily. “I’ve known you a long time.” “I know,” he growled, dropping his head into his hands again, a man in pain. “I know, man, I know.” “And I’d be happy to indulge, if that’s what you want,” I continued smoothly. “No problem at all. In fact, I think it’ll be good for both of us.”The big man lifted his head sharply, that deep blue gaze confused and yet lusting for more. “Both of us?” he parroted slowly. “What do you mean?” My eyebrows raised, amused. “I only date women,”
“You wanna tell me about it?” I asked, face impassive. “What happened?” For the first time, Brian turned to me, fixing me with that blue gaze and looking into my eyes. There was torment there, sure, but also a mix of a dozen other emotions that couldn’t be pinpointed. But the big man shrugged, broad shoulders lifting before dropping with exhaustion. “Hannah was having an affair with the tennis pro over at the club,” he said woodenly. “They found her nude with him last night.” I was silent for a moment. “Cause of death?” He shrugged. “Who knows? Probably a heart attack from the hot sex she was having. We clearly weren’t having any,” he snorted. I schooled my face into a mask because this was a surprise. Brian wasn’t banging that pussy? Granted, I hated Hannah, she’s always been a leech on my man, but still, free cunt’s there to be used and he could always put a bag over her head or somet
Jed That dirty motherfucker. That fucking filthy mofo. I wanted to beat Brian’s ass but granted, what happened between me and Vicky was wrong. The girl is all of eighteen and works for us, the naughty intern that all the dudes at the office want to fuck. Oh yeah, Vicky’s the help at Jones and White, with alleged dreams of becoming a lawyer one day. My ass. That girl’s got a bag of rocks for brains, her smartest move was offering her tits and twat to me after hours to keep her job, that’s what Vicky’s real purpose is. But still, my dirty interlude with the blonde busted through the wall between Brian and I because he caught us at it. And instead of sucking on those sweet tits or lapping at that tiny snatch, his eyes were all over me and my hard pole. Oh yeah, I know when another dude is interested, and for the last couple months, there have been waves of tension from Brian’s side of the office. I feel his eyes on me so
The full import of his words struck me then. Hannah had been banging her tennis instructor on the side like bored housewives do. It was stupid, so ludicrous, like straight out of some bad movie. As Mr. Husband works long hours, bringing home the bacon, spoiled suburban wife goes ape shit and begins banging the help. Sometimes it’s the FedEx guy, sometimes it’s the masseuse, but in this case, it was the Jorge Ramirez, her hot tennis instructor. They’d been fucking in the men’s locker room after hours, probably doing the nasty in the shower with the door locked, Hannah letting that oaf pummel her pussy and ass with his tennis racket. Yeah, my dirty whore of a wife had been getting it on with some poor hapless dude who was putty in her hands, absolutely powerless in the face of a determined, rich older woman. But instead of feeling betrayed, I felt liberated. A wave of sheer relief coursed over my form, like I’d been freed from a cage, like I w
Chapter 1: I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of our master bedroom, staring out at the glittering city lights below. The silk robe barely clung to my body, and the cool night air teased my skin underneath. At forty-two, I still looked good, I had full breasts, a narrow waist, and hips that u
Chapter 3I stayed locked in my bedroom all night and all through the early and late hours of the morning. I barely slept, my heart still racing from what had happened last night. Every time I thought about going downstairs for something to eat, my stomach twisted with panic. What if Calvin was th
Chapter 2The hot water pounded over my body, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning between my legs. I leaned harder against the tiled wall, legs trembling as I fucked myself with three fingers, thrusting them deep and fast into my dripping pussy.My mind had completely surrendered to Cal
Chapter 5: Calvin’s mouth was relentless. He devoured my pussy like he owned it, his tongue swirling around my swollen clit before sucking it hard between his lips. I writhed on the bed, blindfolded and helpless, my hips grinding against his face as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Every lic







