4.3: Silent Challenge With Stepdad

Lisa’s POV

I try to play dead, try to suck it all in… But I fucking moan!

Soft, desperate moan escapes my throat, aroused by the feeling of my stepdad’s cock pressed in my ass. Dear heavens!!

I shouldn't, but I find myself rocking my ass against his hardness, going too wild to play safe. The forbidden words hang heavy in my heart; oh fuck me, Daddy. Damn it, I want to scream it out loud.

“Lisa?” He repeats, voice heavy as if questioning his sanity.

I bite my bottom lip, fighting the heavy moan about to betray me. For a moment, his cock stays, allowing me to play with it, rock on it while acting like I’m making sleepy movements when I only keep spreading out for full penetration. And then, it disappears as he tries to pull away.

“No.” The word slips out of my lips before I can stop myself.

Like a little desperate bitch, I flip to face him and pull to my knees, heart pounding with a glaring warning. But I don't care. Now, I see him fully. He’s in a white singlet and shorts.

“Fuck me, daddy.” I vomit my heavy desire, caring less if I sound crazy.

“Jeez.” He pulls backward, prepping on his elbows. “No. Jeez— No.” He stammers. “I’m your dad…”

“Stepdad.” I correct him like the whiny whore I am.

“It's the same thing.”

I don't argue. Jumping on the slut train, I grab the hem of my nightie and pull it off, leaving me naked on my knees, with my big ripe breasts bouncing with every move.

“Li—” My name hangs heavy in his throat.

His lips quiver, eyes remain on my full breasts, and I don't spare him the torture. I press them together to form heavy succulent mounds, big pink nipples thick with needs.

As if giving in, his throat bulges as he gulps dryly.

I don't need to ask him to know the burning needs in his heart; he wants to run his thirsty tongue along my nipples, suck me dirty. He wants every shade of my madness I present him.

“Mum won't be home until 8.” I shrugsmashing my breasts harder, willing him into my temptation. “Fuck me, daddy.”

He scoffs, shifting into a heavy chuckle, and with a possessive twist… No, aggressive twist, he pushes me down, dumping me on the bed like a nasty mass.

I’ve never seen my stepdad in such light; dark, aggressive, dirty… And I like it.

“Wanna be a bitch, huh?” He groans, crawling towards me like a predator.

I bite my bottom lip and nod with a naughty smile. “Yes, daddy. Make me your little whore…”

I'm not done when he grabs my neck, more dark than I bargained for. In defense, I grab his wrists, fighting to loosen his grip. My mouth remains hanging down, breath stuck in my clasped throat.

“Plea…” My hands beat till they turn red, but he doesn't let go.

“Fuck you, Lisa.” He spits on my face, coating my once flawless skin with his hot bubbly saliva.

Oh. My god!!!

I feel his dirty fluid stream down in multiple routes, past my nose, this close to my gapped mouth. It lingers, running along the firm shape of my upper lip, threatening to drop in my mouth.

Fuck shit!!!

I tremble harder, scared. Not prepared.

Who would have thought that the sweet man who plays with flour and whipped cream is a perv? Well, I’ve awakened his beast, I have no choice but to die on his altar.

“You shouldn't have.” He pulls me to himself with so much intensity.

My small frame as compared to his size, pulls against him, with my breasts almost smacking his chest, save for his arm that separates us.

The bloody saliva drops. I’m quick to press my lips to save myself, but the need to breathe has me gasping and drinking in his spit.

Oh, fuck!!!! Fuck!!!

“Open your mouth, little whore.” He groans, this time, not pampering me like his sweet princess. “Open.”

I nod and obey.

Again, he spits, but this time, depositing his trash in my damn mouth!

I gasp, feeling his saliva heavy on my tongue. I can't speak, I can't react… I don't want it rolling down my throat.

“Swallow. Now.”

Shaky, I obey, taking him in, feeling him glide down like slime… I gag, but his grip holds back the puke. My stomach churns.

“Good girl.” He hauls me back in bed and grabs my ankle before I can think of anything. “Now, you’ll be good and open your legs for daddy.”

I nod, half excited, half humiliated.

My legs spread apart, flashing my cunt in his view.

“Fucking wider, bitch.” Impatient, he slaps my legs apart, and yanks me down, this close to bashing my soft pussy against his knee. “More like it.”

My eyes widen, expecting him to pull down his shorts and fuck me, but he grabs my hands, pulls them above my head, and traps them like a prisoner. He keeps his knee between my legs, not giving me a way out. I remain, boobs left to fall over my chest like saggy balloons.

Like a thirsty beast, I watch his eyes roam my naked body, from my heavy breasts, down to my belly button, the soft hair below my navel that runs in a straight erotic line, to the soft cookies trapped in between my skinny thighs.

“This…” His breathing hardens as he rolls up his singlet and rolls down his shorts. “Will be…” His cock springs out!

Not so long— But… But…

It's FAT. F.U.C.K.I.N.G. FAT!!!

Thick like beef roll.

Veined as if it bears the map of a fantasy world.

Holy shit.

“… Our little dirty secret.” He doesn't give me time to process the cock about to tear my tight cunt when he smears his firm body against my fragile one, and shoves his hard cock deep inside my pussy.

“FUCK!!!”