by D STEP
I stepped forward, grasped her hips and pulled her pelvis against me, letting my dick tuck into her butt’s deep crevasse as I pressed forward onto her upper body.
Her hands gripped the bottom of the chair-legs, her soft brown hair falling straight down over her face. I forced her knees just a smidge further apart: Perfect.
“Be gentle, Micky,” she pleaded, her voice muffled down near the carpet, high-pitched and whiny like she was that prissy teenager I once knew - just as I’d always fantasized.
“Tsk, so high-maintenance, my little step-sister whore,” I muttered as I began to pry her ass-cheeks aside with one hand, revealing the brown, puckered little asterisk. I opened my mouth and let a long string of my spit fall into her crack.
With the rock-hard tip of my cock, I spread and smeared it around the opening. She moaned and rolled her hips against the end of my dick, her voice high and breathy, her body tensed and primed for the inevitable invasion.
Grasping my shaft, I carefully aimed the cockhead and started to push. Her ass wouldn’t submit to me at first – despite my pumping and priming with my thumb, it was impossibly tight and perfectly firm.
“Unnnnghh, you werten’t lying, you little whore – you really never have taken it up your sweet juicy butthole before…” I grunted as I pushed and twisted my cock against her tiny anus.
“Unnnghhh…oohhhhmmm…” she moaned in reply. “Unnngh – I – I – I told you so, Micky. Unnnnghhh.”
It took some real shoving and muscle on my part, accompanied by much groaning and heaving on her part, before I could sense something giving way.
And then, finally, her anus began stretching around my dick as I steadily, relentlessly invaded her deepest hole. With a little pop! Of suction and an incredible, boiling-hot squeeze, the tip of my cock broke through her barrier and I was inside her, driving in, entering that tightest, most untouched place.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh unnnnghhhhh ooooooh Micky!” she wailed. “Unnnnghhh ohhhh God it’s so wrong but so right, so fucking good, ohhhh Micky, unnnnghhh!”
The sound of her unbridled ecstasy, her strangled cries and her base, animal-like grunting, was almost too much for me to bear. My cock responded by growing harder and bigger even as it continued to drill into her – bigger and harder than I’d thought it could get, throbbing and pulsing like it was turning into a monster-cock.
“Unnnghhh yeah take it,” I growled, blood and heat surging through me as I drove my cock deeper and deeper into her incredible, perfect little hole. “Take it you whore, take it sweet step-sis, take my hard cock far up your ass.”
I kept pushing and her asshole kept stretching, letting me further and further in. When the thickest part of my shaft was inside her, I felt her ass engulf me completely. There was no further push-back, just the powerful, hungry suck of her asshole pulling in my hot hard cock. As I thrust deeper and deeper and her ass took my dick further and further, I was overcome by the mind-blowing squeeze and suction of her powerful little asshole gripped around my dick-meat.
“Unnnnghhhhh, Micky – unnnnghhh unnngh unnnghh unnnghhh oh God, oh Christ!” panted Malia, grunting and heaving against the side of the chair. “Unnnnnghhhhh!!”
“Yeah, that’s right,” I grunted back, driving myself further and further into her, my dick like a fire-hot rod impaling her straight through. “All the way in, deep and hard up your little virgin whore-ass – take it all, step-sister slut – take it all.”
I kept pushing until my hips were smashed flush against her fat ass and my dick was completely inside her, balls-deep and more engorged and erect than it had ever been before. Holding myself in there for just a moment, I tightened my grip around her hips and gave a tiny jerk – just enough for her to yelp “Ooooh!” – before leaning down to whisper: “You’re mine now, you little whore.”
Then, slowly – relishing every millimeter of ass’s juicy perfect squeeze - I began to pull out. Going the other direction, I found the journey even tighter than it was going in; Malia’s rectum didn’t seem to want to let go of my dick-meat, her tissue seemed to be gripping me with increasing urgency. She was so hot and tight against me my vision went black for a moment, and all I could feel was the incredible pull and suck of the inside of her perfect, virgin-no-more ass.
When my cock was nearly out of her, I began to push in again. My second thrust wasn’t nearly as gentle as the first.
“AGGGGHHHH!” she cried, once I’d shoved my dick far up and ballsdeep inside her perfect ass once again. “Aaaggghhhhmmm Micky! Micky, unnnnnghhh – unnnnnghhhh it’s so hard, it’s so huge – be gentle, Micky, be gentle – annnghhh!”
“I said take it, you little brat-whore!”
Her cries devolved into incoherent wails of pleasure as I filled her up hard and deep. She was bouncing and rolling her hips ever so slightly against me, ensuring that she was as spread-open as possible to take the full weight and girth of my furiously hard dick.
I fucked her harder and faster and harder and faster. I raised one hand from around her hips to grab both of her black bra straps, pull them back and use them like a harness as I pumped her.
“Yeee-haw!” I cried, in a faux-cowboy hoot, pounding against her and gripping her bra-straps like the reins of a horse. “Yeah, you like that sweet little step-slut, you like to have your dear old step-bro fuck you like the whore you are, riding you like a fucking animal and drilling you so hard and deep in your trashy little whore ass?”
The fabric of her bra soon gave way and ripped apart, sending her naked tits flopping wildly as her body lunged forward and my cock drove ever-harder into her ass, skewering her like a shis-kabob. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled that back, just hard enough to arch her back and spread her ass harder against my dick. With my other hand, I began to knead her boob roughly, pinching her nipple and pressing my fist into her doughy mammary.
“Unnnnghhhh aahhhhh Micky!” she cried, bucking and writhing her hips and body against me, struggling and grunting as I drove in and out of her, pounding and drilling her with all my force. “Unnnnnghhhh ohhhhh yes, yes, yes! Mmmmmggghhhhhhhh fuck me Mickey, yes, yes, yes!”
Her wild girlish wailing and begging only made me pound her harder, my dick so engorged and hard it felt like an extra limb driving deep inside her.
I pulled her back by the hair and locked my lips and teeth into her neck, sucking hard, then kissing and licking up to her ears.
“Ungh! Ungh! UNGH!” she heaved, her panting and gasping hitting in time with my hips and balls smacking up against the insides of her quivering spread ass-cheeks as I slammed my cock into her over and over again.
I reached one hand around her thighs to locate her erect, engorged clit. Greasing my fingers with the lady-cum streaming from her pussy and down the end of my cock, I rubbing my fingers over her burning hot little nub, working her clitty hard and fast in a steady, circular motion as I continued to drive and pound my cock far up into her ass.
“UNNNNGHHH!” she moaned as my fingers went around and around her little click and my dick drove up into her ass. “Unnnnnghhhh ohhhhhhh mmmmm Mick, please don’t stop – unnnnghh unnnnghhh unnnngh ohhhhhh don’t stop, it’s so good, fuck my ass, drill that clit, fuck me Mick, don’t stop, don’t stop, please, unnnnnnghhhhh please!”
“Yeah, you like that you nasty little whore? That good, my dirty little cum-slut step-sis?” I growled into her ear as I pounded her ass and worked my wet fingers over and over her tremulous little clit. “You love getting your dirty whore ass fucked hard, don’t you? You’re a nasty little slut-whore, and you’ve never had it so good than you’re getting from your step-bro’s cock, isn’t that right? Unnnghh unnnghh unnnghh!”
“Unnnnnghhh! Mmmmmmm unnnghh unnnnghhh yes yes yes Micky, yes!” she gasped, her breath choked with excitement, her whole body pressed and writhing against mine. “Unnnnghhh yes! Don’t stop fucking my nasty whore ass, Micky, please! Please don’t stop, stuff my whore ass full, split it and stuff it and fuck fuck fuck it unnnnnghhh
She was wildly bucking and thrusting back into me, the savage beastly version of herself. Our bodies slammed together as if there was lightning flashing between our skin. I was covered in a layer of sweat, and her pussy was pouring juice onto my cock as her clit trembled against my fingers rubbing her little magic-button.
I shoved two fingers into her oozing wet cunt, keeping the pressure on her clit with my thumb, and continuing to stuff her asshole to the hilt with my cock. The power of having her ass, pussy and clit being roiled all at once was too much for her. Her gasps and grunts turned to wild animal howls, and her whole body started to shake as if from a motor embedded deep inside her.
A few moments later, she came, sobbing and gasping and bleating like a wild dog.
“Aaaaannnnghhhhhhh oooooooooooohhhhhh unnnnghhhh Micky, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cuuuummmmmmiiiiinnng!” she shrieked, spraying girl-jizz all over my hand and cock and the chair, revealing just how hard she came and how much she loved it. Her fat legs began to buckle and give way underneath us and her entire body shuddered and quaked, her limbs flailing, completely out of control and overcome with the force of her orgasm.
I drew my arms around her body and pulled her backwards against me, bracing her like a pig as I pushed my final thrusts into her anus. She was quivering and limp as my balls exploded their creamy load deep inside her.
“Aaaaaaghhhhhh yeah you fuck-slut! Uhnnnnnghhhh take it Malia, take my hard cock, oh God I love you Malia, I love you so goddamn much you nasty little fuck-whore!” I moaned as my dick shot its load deep and far into her ass.
My vision went black and my whole body was like molten lava shooting out from a volcano. The orgasm was so powerful I blacked-out for a second, aware of no one and nothing except the explosive release of my dick cumming in my step-sister’s ass.
My body shook against her as my orgasm and its aftershocks wracked through me and into her. Still gripping her against me and shooting the remains my load, I staggered with her to the bed. My dick was still hard and plugging her ass, which squirted and dribbled my shit-flecked cum.
We collapsed together onto the mattress, holding each other, trembling together, saying nothing, our breath still coming in gasps and pants, our limbs locked in and around each other. She kissed and nibbled at my chest, and I squeezed her tight.
“So.” I said finally, once I’d caught my breath enough to speak.
“So,” she replied. She glanced up at me and smiled weakly. Her face was flushed, more beautiful than ever, her lips red and her cheeks rosy with a light sheen of sweat. With a little laugh and a flick of her long brown hair, she said, “We always did like to keep our secrets, huh step-bro?”
I grinned back and slapped her lightly on the ass I’d just pounded. I stayed slumped on the bed, letting my breath return to normal as I watched her make her way around the room picking up the clothes I’d torn off her.
“You said it, step-sister,” I replied.
She gathered her shawl and her purse, checking once more that the fat wad of cash was still tucked safely inside, before heading for the door in those ridiculous high-heels.
“Not a word to anyone, right Micky?” she said as she opened the door and stepped into the hall.
“You got it baby,” I said. “Your whore-ass secrets are safe with me.”
She closed the door behind her and I laid down on the bed, before falling into the deepest sleep I’d had in years. For the first night that I can ever remember, I didn’t dream of Malia – I didn’t dream of anything at all. Satisfaction, at last – and all thanks to my slutty, greedy, whory little step-sister and her sweet virgin ass.
END
RUSSIAN MAFIA ROMANCE NOVEL
Captive Forced into Wife
(A Rough Erotic Bad Boy Story)
Lucy Blake
Kindle Edition
Copyright 2016 Hardcore Erotica Stories
Published by Hardcore Erotica Stories
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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.
Table of Content
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter One
If this guy leans over to talk to me one more time I’m going to vomit. The smell of his aftershave sickened her. Greasy Italian creep. She wished the line would move faster. She couldn’t take much more hassle for one day. The flight was tiring enough, never mind all the bureaucratic nonsense involved. Her passport felt slippery clenched in her sweaty hand. Nerves, just nerves.
“Eh, don’t be nervous bambina,” Italian creep whispered at the base of her neck. “Massimo take care of you.”
Sophie shuddered and edged forward as far as the string of passengers in line would allow. Her head felt hot, and she hoped to hell she wouldn’t faint right here in the middle of Sheremetyevo airport. Then ‘Massimo’ would feel compelled to give her mouth-to-mouth. She closed her eyes to the horrifying prospect.
“Next!” Thank God. She strode to the wicket with its flashing light and uniformed officer waving at her impatiently. She slid her passport and declaration form through the plexiglass opening.
“Purpose of visit?” the officer asked, barely looking up at her.
“Employment,” she answered.
The officer glanced her way. “Your visa, please?”
“Certainly.” Sophie pulled the documents from her rolling case and handed them over.
The officer shuffled through them. “You are Sophie Brant?”
“Yes.”
“Where are you arriving from, Miss Brant?”
“Vienna, Austria.”
The man adjusted his glasses and looked closer at her documents. Sophie rubbed her moist hands together, trying not to look as nervous as she felt. Why was he taking so long? Her feet ached and she was starting to feel dizzy. She just needed to get her luggage and locate the ministry escort who would be waiting for her.
“Would you go with this agent, please?”
Another uniformed man had appeared behind the customs officer. Oh shit, what now? “Um, of course,” she said with a confidence she did not feel. “Can I have my documents?”
“Follow me, please,” the new arrival said, taking custody of her passport, forms and visa from the customs man. She swallowed hard and tagged behind the officer, her wheeled carry-on in tow.
“Eh, beautiful! Come see me at the InterContinental Hotel…I show you Moscow like you never see before!” Sophie cast a fearful glance backward where Massimo waved and winked at her before disappearing through the turnstiles. Hopefully the back of his hideous checkered sportcoat would be the last she’d ever see of him.
The agent led her to another room down a short passageway and gestured for her to enter. Inside were tables and chairs and two intimidating security guards. “Is there a problem?” Sophie asked the agent, who literally held her life in his hands. Without her passport and documents, she was as good as nonexistent.
“Wait here, please. The immigration officer will be with you shortly.”
“But…” Sophie gasped. “Why? I don’t understand��I have an official escort waiting for me. I’m here as a foreign service agent, assigned to the Ministry of Industry and Trade; I assure you everything is in order,” she said, pointing to the papers in the man’s hand.
“We have procedures, ma’am. It shouldn’t take long. Please be patient.” With that, he turned and left the room.
Sophie stared after him as he closed the door. This can’t be happening. I’m on official government assignment. I know the ‘procedures’ better than anyone. Her lips formed a grim line as she felt the eyes of the security guards boring into her, daring her to make any kind of rash move. She sat down in the nearest chair, slowly.
She was not a rash person. Quite the opposite. Sophie’s whole life had been one long sequence of planned events. Her friends, her clothes, her schooling. All the way up to the Diplomatic Academy in Vienna and her acceptance into foreign government service. Sitting in a dreary holding cell feeling like a prisoner had not been on her agenda.
What could they possibly find wrong with her documentation? She sat ramrod straight in the hard utilitarian chair and fumed silently. Her mouth felt dry and her lips chapped. She reached for her handbag, but at the sharp movement of the security guards, let her hands drop to her lap. “May I get some lipstick from my purse?” she asked.
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