by Alexis Angel
My hands are behind my back, wrists together as if they might be bound. I’m not going to move them until I know what Magnus is doing. I’m pressing them into my back as a way to relieve some of the tension. I don’t know what to do with myself. Every second I wait is a second I forget how to breathe, or my heart skips a beat and I’m trying to regain my senses. I need him so much that I’m about to start begging.
That’s when finally I feel his hand sweep down my throat, and then to my breasts. The full largeness of his palm grazing over me almost lazily is more than I can tolerate. He’s touching me with fervor, but not urgency. Magnus says with his touch that I can wait. The torment is far from over. I sigh, bending my face down to rub against his arm. Feeling his skin on mine sets my soul ablaze, and builds the heated need within me. I need him more than I need the air filling my lungs. His cock filling my pussy matters so much more to me. In this moment, his fingers circling over my nipples, I cannot be convinced that air in my lungs is more vital to my life than his cock in my pussy. I whimper with need despite myself. It isn’t logic or reason that rule my actions; it's my desperate need for Magnus to fuck me, to thrust his massive cock inside me, that makes me cry out now with my need. I could die like this; waiting to be fucked when his touch and the mystery of what he’ll do to me is looming over my head. The blackness in my vision is nothing compared to the questions in my soul of when my Daddy is going to let me feel his love fill me up, inch by inch. Thrust by thrust.
“You’re such a good girl,” Magnus says. “Your Daddy knows he shouldn’t fuck you, but this pretty pink pussy asks for it. A Daddy can’t tell his little girl no. He doesn’t want to,” he says in a voice that’s both rough and tender. It's like feather soft touches along my skin, prickling me to attention and housing my breath high in my chest where I hold it now in anticipation. His hand stays on my breast, but the other palms my pussy, applying pressure to my abdomen that highlights my near unbearable need.
My teeth graze over my lips slowly, capturing it there and letting me focus on that feeling, on that singular thing that I can control. I had no idea that the blindfold would bring me so close to madness! Of course, I know that it's making me crazy because he’s prolonging every second of this for a protracted sexual torture of epic proportions. Daddy wants to make his baby girl wait…and I can’t help myself; that just turns me on more. This wicked predicament is exactly to my liking.
“Spread those legs apart for me, Penny,” Magnus says, breaking the silence around us.
My heart speeds up to a gentle roar of my blood rushing through my body, filling my ears like a shout behind them. I spread my knees apart, careful to maintain my balance. Not knowing if he’s going to touch me now, or if there’s more direction to come first. I'm shivering, so not falling over and simply moving like I need to is much more difficult than it should be. I keep my breathing close in time with my movements, stilling my heart’s crazed beat and I spread my legs, pulling my knees apart as far as I can.
A hand hits my thigh, sharply pausing my movement with the sound of flesh contacting flesh. My skin heats to his touch, and it shoots through me. I ache for every last thrill that the lingering of his hand on me brings.
“Do you want me to fuck you, blindfolded, Penny?” Magnus teases me. He slides his fingers up and down my thigh, tantalizingly slow. His fingers never quite reach the curve under my knee or the apex between my thighs. The pads of his fingers are a rough contrast to the smoothness of my thighs. Without being able to see him, I feel him so much more intricately. Behind my eyes I’m seeing his fingerprints painting heat over my skin with his every touch. “Here and now,” Magnus says in a low growl. I feel his fingers curl against my skin, and his knuckles slide up and touch my pussy, rasping over my clit.
I open my mouth and a whimper escapes me when I mean to answer. “Yes, please, Daddy,” I say in a trembling voice. The raw ache rises in my throat and overtakes my voice. There’s an urgency in my words that I can hear. I hope Magnus hears it, too. Never have I had such intense feelings in my life. Not just being fucked by him, or the anticipation of being fucked by him. His touch, in this here and now, burns like a winter’s fire through my bones. In my blood. I feel almost too hot now. Flush. I imagine my skin is pink with the sensation. I remember my nakedness and it's like I can feel the air between where I know he is and the space between us. I ache for him to close the chasm and to touch me.
“I want to fuck you until you come so hard that you don’t need that blindfold to see nothing but blackness, sweet girl. I want you to cum so much that you think it might kill you. And then I want to fuck you more. Harder.” The low growl in Magnus’s voice is a promise, and one I would beg him to keep if I thought for a second he wasn’t about to touch me.
My prayers are answered; his lips capture mine. I pull my hands up to find his face, to cradle his as he kisses me. Magnus brings his hands to my shoulders and holds there, squeezing me tight. His tongue parts my lips and delves in to explore my mouth.
I’m open and wanting for him, my own tongue caressing his. It takes all my energy to pour all my need into this kiss. Knowing where he is now, I want to climb onto him and drive his massive cock deep inside me. The idea of him filling me up is what keeps me breathing, and the need to wait and be fucked by him is what keeps me kissing him with a passionate fury. Our mouths devour each other and I swear I’ve never felt anything like this before. Kissing him is more erotic than all the fucking I’ve ever done in my life. His hands on my shoulders feel better than any cock inside me. Any cock but his. The tight squeeze of his hands on my shoulders grounds me in reality when the lack of sight and the power of Magnus kissing me makes me feel like I might be floating away.
Dragging the kiss down, his tongue and then his lips on my jawline, I moan with my newly free mouth. His teeth graze my neck, and his hands drop to squeeze my breasts. “Daddy,” I moan. I’m begging, though I don’t know what I want. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him to speed up. My voice is just an insistent call for him to know even a fraction of how his touch makes me feel.
“Shh, baby girl, be patient,” Magnus says, but I can tell by the wicked tone in his voice that he knows he’s torturing me and he loves it.
Fuck, that makes me crazy. I could throttle him, if I weren’t utterly his captive. But it isn’t just now. There’s a power that he has over me, so instead of strangling him or climbing on top of him and sinking his cock into me himself, I wait. I endure. And let’s be real, I’m not enduring something so difficult and terrible. His hands on my breasts send shivers up and down my spine and I push my breasts further into his hands, arching my back. My hands fall from his face and I find purchase in squeezing the sheets. I need to be able to hold onto something, squeeze the living hell out of it.
I’m just in time as his mouth drops down and licks down my stomach, trailing kisses until he’s right at my pussy. The heat of his breath comes into hyper focus and I'm trembling again. My fingers grip hard on the sheets because that grip is the only thing between the sensations coursing through me, and me utterly losing my mind.
Magnus releases my breasts, an aching ghost of his touch reminding me of every way he held them and pulled pleasure from my every nerve ending there.
“God you taste so fucking sweet,” Magnus groans, his mouth muffled against my pussy and making me shiver and tremble at the vibrations of his lips and his words against my delicate skin. His tongue is wide, flat, and on my clit, and my breathing is sharp and shallow the instant I feel it there. It feels like a warm waterfall beneath the surface, I’m so wet and needy for him. Heat pools in my belly, rising and building a tension within me, and a thirst.
I feel Magnus press me down with one palm flat on my chest and then his hands pulling my legs apart. I'm yanked down the bed until my pussy is on the edge of the bed — pretty damn appropriate because I’m dangling on the edge of every pleasure in the world the instant his mouth is back on my pussy.
His tongue laps
through my folds and I’m shivering, my hands squeezing the bed even harder now. “Mmm, Daddy, I love it when you lick my pussy,” I groan, the sounds rasping in my throat because of all of the intense sensations overtaking me. I can’t see it, but just thinking about the sight of his face between my thighs gets me even hotter.
Magnus growls against my clit, and I feel his fingers hook into my pussy, going right for my G-spot.
My back arches the instant his fingers impact me there, and it drives my clit further into his mouth. Sucking my clit, he brings me right to the edge of losing my mind! I take gasping breaths, moaning and crying out, and his fingers stroke inside me, pumping and returning to my G-spot again and again. The pressure inside my stomach is as taut as violin strings. I'm close to screaming, and I’m squeezing the bed sheets into my fists so hard that my fingers actually ache a little. The softness of being unable to see through it all makes every touch, every taste of pleasure feel all that more intense. The orgasm starts to build within me.
“Yes, you wanna cum for Daddy?” Magnus purrs against my pussy, which makes me shake and shiver, pinned under his touch as I am. “Cum all over my face so I can kiss you with your pussy on my breathe when I finally sink my cock in you, Penny. Does my naughty little daughter want that?”
Oh, God that’s exactly the words that send me right over the edge. My legs quake, shaking with my voice as I cry out, “Yes, Daddy, please!” I arch my back and tear blindly at the sheets around me. I probably look like a woman possessed, because I know that’s what I feel like when the rip tide of orgasm churns through my body, tearing up every second of sanity. My pussy gushes cum all over Magnus, who licks it up and rubs his face all over my wet pussy. I wish I could see his face all glazed like a donut from my pussy, but tasting it is going to be so much better.
And he’s going to fuck me. My clit twitches just thinking about that massive cock sinking into my pussy, squeezing around his cock. “Fuck!” I cry out, and before the sound has finished escaping my lips, Magnus closes his mouth over mine, stealing the sound and my breath.
His kiss tastes like my pussy, as promised.
His cock slides into me, as promised, while he kisses me. I taste my cum on his mouth and feel that huge cock slide up inside me. Magnus slams into me to the hilt, shoving my body further up the bed and thrusting us far forward. I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate the massive girth of his cock. I can feel his firm pectorals and those rock hard abs pressing against my stomach, crushing my breasts between us. My nipples are achingly hard and getting rubbed against him so good. My clit is throbbing. My pussy is squeezing around his cock’s every stroke. I'm already about to cum again, tasting my previous orgasm still in our kiss. Moaning into his mouth, I buck my hips for all the good it does. I’m pinned beneath him and he slams harder into me, driving his cock home and me to another orgasm. I wrap my trembling legs around him and squeeze like my life depends on it, locking my ankles together and pulling him deeper and deeper into my pussy.
Magnus pulls my lower lip between his teeth, growling out as he slams harder and harder into me. “Cum all over my cock so I can keep fucking you,” he says, and then closes his mouth over my neck. That leaves me to breath in a huge lungful of air between my every scream. The orgasm tearing through me in torrents makes my whole body vibrate, or at least it feels like that. I’m strangling his cock with my pussy as hard as I can; so hard my ass is going to be sore tomorrow. I find the idea of feeling sex with my stepfather the next day so naughty and delicious that I might never stop cumming.
My legs are forced down and my upper body is lifted up. I feel like Magnus’s plaything when he moves me around like this while I’m blindfolded and unable to see what’s coming, or right now where I’m going. I feel us shift positions and Magnus has his arms hooking up my arms, and I’m up against the headboard before I can catch my breath. I’m dangling up there like a rag doll and he strokes in and out, long, deep strokes that make me shiver until my orgasm dies down just for a second. Just a second.
And then he fucks so deep and so fast into me, jackhammering that massive cock into my pussy, I’m like a sex toy he’s slamming into. I start to imagine what I look like getting railed by him like this, and it sets off the fireworks in my body all over again. His cock is hard as steel and he buries his face in my neck, groaning. I know he’s about to cum and I’m ready to milk that cock with my pussy, but I feel the cock slide out of me and I gasp, and then I feel hot ropes of cum on my tits.
“Daddy’s little girl all covered in cum. You like when Daddy defiles you, Penny?” Magnus says with a sexy low growl in his voice that makes my body burn for him.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, a long moan caught low in my throat as I shiver. I cry out at the aftershocks of his cock leaving me just as I was about to cum myself, and then him cumming all over me. Being blindfolded and not being able to see it makes it seem so much more naughty, and more taboo, and shoots a thrill through me at what I must look like to him. I heard how much he enjoyed this in his voice. “Thank you, Daddy,” I say in the sweetest little voice I can manage. My throat is raw from all the moaning and crying out from him fucking me so hard. From me cumming so hard.
My body is deliciously sore and achy all over from him getting fucked so thoroughly. The ropes of his cum over my breasts are sticky and warm. I reach down and scoop some of it up with my fingers, and I run those fingers over my tongue to taste the salty fluid of his arousal.
I feel Magnus’s hand capture my wrist, and then his lips are on mine. The sinful taste of his tongue lapping over mine, his cum flavoring our kiss, drives me wild. I wrap my body around him and grind my pussy over his cock. One of his hands lifts up my leg and slides his cock back in me with a long stroke, and he pumps his cock into me while we kiss and share his cum. He breaks the kiss and slams his cock even harder into me. “Fuck,” he punctuates his words with a deep thrust inside me that makes me rattle against the headboard smacking against the wall. “What do you do to me? I want to live in every kind of sin with you,” Magnus says with a low, sensual voice that makes my pulse race. “I crave you like nothing I’ve ever known. I didn’t know I could need someone so much. Need something so much as I need to fuck you,” he says, and I feel his mouth close over my neck. His teeth nip at my skin, his tongue lashing over where teeth scrape. Everything about his mouth mirrors the way he’s fucking me with an insistence and urgency of shared sensation.
If I could respond, I would. But I’m drowning in my pleasure, pulled under by the tides. My body’s wracked with every thrust of his cock deep inside me and I want to cry out. I don’t realize until his teeth sink harder into me that I'm crying out loudly. My body and mind seem separated. Beneath the blackness of the blindfold, some lustful part of me is so free that I don’t have to think or be connected to my body, and I’m floating all around. Every second he fucks his enormous cock deeper into me, Daddy grounds me with reality. Then he slides out and the slick, frictionless moment my pussy squeezes around his cock’s exit and trembles with the urges to have him back, I float out of my body. I’m tugged in every direction of my soul, and I’m moaning his name loudly. I hunger for him, ache for him.
Impossibly, another orgasm is building inside me. I mean, I can’t be too surprised though because I ache for him in ways that I can’t begin to understand. I cum so much when he fucks me that it's almost dangerous. Like I might stroke out from sensory overload in my nerves, or dehydrate from all of the cum that leaves my body. I really feel like my stepfather, ex-stepfather, whatever Magnus is to me, I feel like he could fuck me right to death. And, let me just say, I would die happy. I don’t mind craving the thing that destroys me, and I lust for being rebuilt in the sinful images of whatever his lust spurns into action.
“I’m going to cum,” I moan low, my voice so soft and raspy from all the intense breathing I’ve been doing.
I feel Magnus’s fingers dip across my thighs and I know what he’s doing the instant his fingers are behind me.
Using my arousal as lubrication, he slides several of his fingers deep into my ass, pumping them into my ass while his cock fills up my pussy. I’m impossibly full from him fucking me. The orgasm that was slow rising to a burn is now a smothering wildfire extinguishing all reason from me and erasing every thought from my memory and my mind. All that exists is the pleasure radiating from my core, reverberating through my ass and aching at my nipples. His mouth brings pleasure up to my neck. My whole body shivers, shakes, trembles, and I’m like a spasming flower in the wind that he’s holding up. My orgasm tears through me. The silky darkness of the blindfold feels even darker and I realize that I'm actually going to pass out from the pleasure if it keeps climbing higher and higher. I gasp at the lightness of my head. My pussy quakes around Magnus’s massive cock fucking so deep into me. I feel the hot feeling of his cum about to jet off inside me and I’m aching for everything he offers. I want more. I want him to fuck me like this forever. I know now that whatever is between us…it can’t just be from one tryst to the next. I can’t go back to a life where my stepfather doesn’t fuck the daylights out of me. It may be wrong, but I can’t be scandalized by it anymore because I now have learned to crave the wickedness. I ache for his every touch. I’ll obey his every command. I’ll beg for even a second of his attention.
“Yes!” I cry out when he slams his massive cock deep into me with huge jets of his cum rocketing inside me. “Fill me up, Daddy,” I moan out.
“I like fucking that naughty ass of yours when your pussy is eating up every inch of my cock. I like how your body swallows up everything I stuff in it,” Magnus says, groaning forcefully as he punctuates every word with faster and harder thrusts.
I feel my body stretch to take just how much he is stuffing me. His cock, his fingers, his cum. I’m totally overloaded with it all, and his breath on my neck where he was nibbling and kissing me, his breath is like the butterfly wing that could set the world into chaos. Every part of my body is so sensitive that I’m rolling through another wave of orgasm just to feel his breath on mine.