by Alexis Angel
"Tsk, tsk," Magnus says. The wicked grin spreading across his gorgeous face tells me that he doesn't mind that I've disobeyed. At least, he's not disappointed. He's delighted.
I watch him twist his hand around so fast, his two middle fingers sinking into my pussy.
Instinctually I clench my pussy walls around his fingers. A low groan builds in my throat and escapes my lips to be transfigured into a yelp.
His other hand comes down and spanks my clit.
Magnus stuffs his fingers in my pussy and smacks my clit, doing both so fast that the sensory overload threatens to make me cum right now. I'm close, but even with this speed and this sensation, the orgasm is just out of reach.
Which is good, because he told me that I wasn't to cum yet. That I wouldn't for a while. And I really, really want to discover what Magnus has in store for me. Even though I want to be good now, and take my bad girl punishment, I'm struggling. I reach my hands out and grip his legs underneath me, trying to breathe.
"No one's ever showed you what a bad girl gets, have they?" Magnus asks with a dark laugh that draws me in. Oh god, yes, I want him to show me everything and more. No matter how conflicted I feel about anything, sign me the fuck up for anything that involves how wet my pussy is right now.
Seriously, it's as if someone turned on the horny faucet down there and I'm gushing with how much I need him. If the pre-cum is like this, what will the cum be like when I finally get to orgasm? I'll need to hit my water bottle extra tomorrow.
"You can't hold on tight enough for how hard I'm going to fuck you," Magnus growls, and he slides two more of his fingers into my pussy and pumps even harder and faster into me. The hand smacking my clit comes down and applies pressure to it and my stomach.
Oh God, how am I supposed to keep from cumming when he's pressing buttons that I didn't even know I had?
My pussy is clamping down on his fingers. I'm trying hard to breathe. I'm digging my fingers into his pants so hard. It's taking so much of my strength not to cum that I'm sweating. I feel my whole body dusted with a sheen of the sweat it takes to keep from cumming when your stepfather decides that if you're going to tease him, he's going to tease you.
"Daddy, please," I whimper out. "I can't hold back much longer, you're..." I can't finish that sentence because as soon as the words start, his fingers end.
The pleasure that brought me so close to the edge? It crashes around me. He lifts me up with one hand and tears his trousers to release his cock with the other. I gasp as I watch his cock spring free, his shaft so long that feel my insides clench as I imagine it sliding inside of me. Is it even possible? I’ve never seen a cock as a big as this, for God’s sake! Believe me when I say it: he’s gotta be at least twelve inches long.
With his fingers curled tight around his cock, he pulls the head down to stroke through my pussy folds, just a few maddening seconds, and then Magnus presses the head to my pussy opening.
Magnus slams me down on his cock all the way. It's like something out a movie where they drop a rock and it keeps falling down the hole, they don't know how long it goes on? I thought I knew how long my pussy went, but after how deep his massive cock gets inside of me, when he's fully inside of me I scream. I scream so loud, the sound bunching up in my throat and strangling its way out. I feel my pussy stretching with all the monster cock he's impaled me with; he's split me in half.
Magnus grabs my wrists and holds them behind my back, making my breasts arch out in front of him. "You like Daddy's cock deep inside of you?" he growls.
He doesn't wait for me to answer.
As if I could! He holds onto my arms and Magnus pumps me up and down on him, hard. He fucks into me so deep and so hard I'm drowning in my own moans. There's a piercing pressure in my stomach, a heat boiling inside me now. No cock has ever felt so good. My eyes are rolling back in their orbits and I'm shaking on him. My pussy walls are tight around him and squeezing him. My body is burning with lust, with need, with the fury building inside of me.
Daddy knows goddamn best. No man has fucked me like this. I feel like my pussy was made to take his cock. No way that any other cock could fill me up so perfectly and make my body come undone like this. My breathing is staccato bursts of moans and sighs. Little whimpers.
I'm literally fucked out of my mind. Magnus slams me down unrelentingly and builds up the pressure within my body and I don't shoot back to reality until I feel my orgasm right on the edge of exploding through me.
"Daddy, please," I whimper out. I'm desperate to cum. I'm so close. But I need to be good.
I remember begging is what got me his cock in the first place. I'm so confused, do I beg for more or stop?
"Oh, you want me to let you cum, baby girl? Pretty Penny, should I let you cum on my cock?" Magnus asks.
I can tell that there's more to this question than I know, but I'd sell my soul to cum right now. So I might as well! "Yes, please, please Daddy," I beg. I've got no shame right now. I can't think about anything except how much I need to cum, and for some reason I don't fathom why I need his permission. Like, I know we are playing a game, but it feels so serious. I want to follow this rabbit hole wherever it leads.
"You may cum all over this cock, princess, and then you're gonna lick it off while I cum in your mouth. But I'm going to fuck you a lot more before that happens. You prepare that cream for your dessert, Penny," Magnus says, and he brings his lips to my throat. He closes around my neck, kissing at first and then releasing my arms to bring his hands to my breasts. Magnus squeezes them hard and that rough touch sets off the trigger. I feel the orgasm building within me finally crest over the edge. I'm cumming. I'm cumming more than I ever have in my life, with such intensity that it actually makes my head hurt a little. The pressure within me is so intense I cry out.
Magnus sinks his teeth into my neck, drawing one hand up to hold the nape of my neck and slam me down on his cock. I'm still cumming, the aftershocks of his tongue riding me through every wave of ecstasy. The delicious agony of bouncing up and down on his cock is almost too much to bear.
Magnus pulls up my legs as he releases my neck and draws my legs up closer to my chest and then puts them up on his shoulders.
I'm not getting fucked at this point. Seriously, this is something from beyond. Because his cock is fucking me and doing it so deep inside me, at such an angle that it’s perilous to my sanity. I mean I don't even feel like I'm connected to my mind right now. I shit you not, he is fucking the life out of me and I'm reaching some heaven on earth where I'm nothing but my body, and I'm bigger than my being. The angle his cock fucks into me is sweeter than any chocolate has ever been. His cock is more dizzying than any red wine or even hard alcohol. I'm drunk off him fucking me, desperate for this to never end. My pussy is gushing out so much cum that I feel the wet ring of my cum blooming around us on his trousers. My ass might as well be splashing in it and as I bounce up and down on his cock. I'm making almost whining sounds, struggling to breath and moaning harder than I ever have in my life. If I was a demon, Magnus would be fucking it out of me, exorcising it. But judging by how his enormous, harder than titanium cock is slamming into me impossibly fast, I'd say that daddy is the demon of fucking.
Oh, I can't complain. He can drag me into this wicked hell with that delicious cock and I'll beg for only more. I can't believe the sensations reverberating through my body. I've never felt like this before. A fleeting thought tells me that I'll never feel like this again.
I mean, after all, I'm fucking my stepfather.
Well, he's fucking me, super hard, in a way that almost makes me fear for the limousine, maybe my body.
But I'm never going to be able to fuck him again. I mean, he didn't want to do this in the first place.
Well, I call bullshit. He's fucking me so hard, no way that Magnus wasn't thinking about doing just this when he was fending off my flirting in the restaurant. But in the privacy of his fancy car and with some admittedly naughty persuasion tactics at play from my naugh
ty repertoire, he's unleashed the beast.
He's unleashed two beasts. The monster cock he's impaling me with so much that the loudest sound in the air is my wet pussy sloshing with the cum his enormous cock is milking from me. And the man that fucks like this. Seriously, he's my stepfather, not some young Tinder ho looking to swipe for the night, and he's fucking me like he's about to win an Olympic medal. For the record, if I could, I'd award him one for this fucking, and me one for how much I'm coming. Seriously, when I lick off the cum on his cock like he told me I would, I'll be filling my damn stomach up.
Magnus brings his hands back to my breasts and he tugs my nipples. "I'm about ready to cum, baby girl," he moans out. It's the most sensual sound I've ever heard.
I lick my lips subconsciously, wanting to taste our cum together in my mouth. I feel the sweat on my brow when I think about how hard it'll be to take that massive cock in my mouth. The way he fucked his cock deep up into my pussy didn't give me a choice...and that has me wondering just how rough daddy will be. Am I going to suck his cock, or is he going to fuck my mouth? My pussy shivers at just the thought. I want to be used by him, fucked so hard by him until I can't remember my name and the only word in my mind is daddy. I've never been fucked the way that he fucks me. It's addictive. I won’t be able to think of anything else later; I can’t think of anything now. Daddy’s cock…not even once. Because addictive hardly even begins to describe how much I crave his cock sliding into my pussy, filling me up, stuffing me to the brim with every inch of him so that it erases every thought in my mind with every stroke. He’s erasing my resistance. Capturing my lust. Claiming me down to my soul.
“Now, baby girl,” Magnus growls, pulling me from his cock.
The waves of my orgasm leave me in aftershocks, but I’m eager and lustful enough to be ready for his cum, his orgasm. I drop down to my knees and grab his full length instantly. He’s coated with my cum and I close my mouth down on the head of his cock.
Magnus slams my head down on his cock so that I take him even deeper.
His spurting cock shoots ropes of his seed down my throat, slickening my mouth and salting the tang of my own pussy juices on him. The creamy, musky taste of us together mingles on my tongue. I swallow it in my throat and eagerly I take him in. I suck, swallow, lick, and treat my stepfather’s cock like a lollipop. Like it is his mouth I am kissing. Like I’m drinking the elixir of everlasting life. I moan while I swallow him, the experience of taking him and taking him so far inside my mouth and throat and sucking in both our pleasure feeling like the most erotic experience of my entire life.
A sting—like pain but somehow pleasurable—lights on my head as Magnus’s fingers wrap into my hair, squeezing and claiming my head, my sucking mouth down on his cock. He’s holding me tight, forcing me to stay there deep. I love this, though, even if he wasn’t holding me down. I feel small, fragile, at his mercy. And it's this benevolent mastery of his that I delight in because I'm content to be his slutty little daughter, taking every inch of his cock. Swallowing both our cum and tasting it slide hot down into my belly.
Dinner was nice, but this devilish act is so much more satisfying going down. I feel him course through my veins and there’s something primal about this. I like being at his mercy, pinned to his cock, all in his limo while I shiver and ache so good from the way we fucked.
Magnus is dressed and looks too gorgeous and put together like he always does. No one would be able to tell, save his free cock, which my mouth has captured, that he just fucked the daylights out of his slutty little daughter. Me? I look wrecked in the most delicious way. My nipples ache, and a low thrum in my belly meets the quickening pace of my heart. I can almost hear the blood rushing in my ears, I’m so aroused. I’m a shaking, shivering, sticky, sweating mess of lust. I want to suck his cock forever. And I do, sort of. I keep sucking long after I’ve cleaned off my cum and milked dry every last drop of his cum.
Magnus keeps his fingers in my hair while I keep devouring every inch of his cock. That enormous rod keeps its steel hardness in my mouth. His moans are low in his throat. A deep appreciation for the way I’m touching him. My nipples are grazing the seat of the limo and the leather is hot and cold depending on where my nipples touch in proximity to Magnus’s body while I’m bobbing up and down his cock.
The burning in my pussy rises like a flame that will destroy me utterly.
Never in my life have I felt like I was in such a fluid, unending state of arousal. I almost fear I'll never come down from this high. My body is the least tense it has ever been in its life, yet I’m like a violin’s string pulled too taught and I could be plucked to a fatal pleasure at any moment.
Magnus runs his hands down my back. “Don’t you need to breathe, Penny? You’re sucking my cock like it's your life support,” he says with a laugh. It's a belly laugh, something deep that makes me feel proud.
I don’t know if I've ever heard him laugh so heartily, and, yet ... there’s a lightness to the moment. Something intimate we are sharing that we’ve never done before. Not in our relationship as stepfather and stepdaughter. Not as a one-sided flirting pair at dinner. The warmth spreading through my belly is something else. Something tinged with lust and something else I don’t quite know how to describe.
I don’t answer him with words. I breathe through my nose and keep sucking on his cock. I want his overpowering strength when he decides he’s had enough. I feel his thighs jerking and I know I’m close to that edge of his.
Finally, his hands pull at the nape of my neck in a predatory way that turns me on. I look up at him and I lean up to kiss him on the chest, above his heart. Never have I been fucked like this. I feel like there needs to be the right greeting card for this.
One more time. My insides will be sore, but you only live once.
I lay him back and climb onto him.
And I ride. I ride every last drop of his cum surging from his cock into my pussy and moan along with his insistent groans, taking him deep until we’re both breathing heavily and holding each other.
Jesus Daddy. You just wore out your stepdaughter’s pussy.
It doesn’t get any better than this, ya know?
The New York Daily Journal
Bad Boy Reformed?
Gossip Central on Page Eight. From the Desk of Vicky Durner - All the gossip you never even knew you needed to know!
Well, well, well. Looks like a certain bad boy billionaire of New York is trying to be more of a man and less of a frog. But is this just an act?
Good morning Gotham. That’s the question that millions of people around the city are undoubtedly asking themselves after seeing real estate mogul Magnus Davion in an environment that he’s not normally associated with—a charity gala.
That’s right New Yorkers. You read that right and you’re eyes are not playing tricks on you. Magnus Davion – self proclaimed bad boy of New York City – was spotted at a charity gala. He didn't get into any fights. He didn't pull down his pants and wave his rather large … appendage … in the faces of the elite. He didn't get drunk and fall asleep. He didn’t even do anything that makes watching him so revoltingly addictive.
Instead, he behaved himself as he mingled with the crowd, often charming and engaging those around him. He spent a fair amount of time according to my spies with his mystery date—a woman who we still haven't been able to figure out an identity for, but know was very good looking. And he delivered a speech that received a standing ovation.
Excuse me for saying the obvious, but that behavior is not acceptable for someone who wants to be known as a loud, obnoxious, boorish clown. It’s also not becoming of the poster child for immature man-child.
So, could Magnus Davion be growing up? Could he be evolving into a higher level of consciousness – the kind of higher level consciousness that usually occurs as people grow out of adolescence and become adults?
Citizens of Gotham, let's not hold our breath.
What's more likely to this jaded gossip col
umnist is that Magnus Davion is trying to clean up his image. Trying to make himself more palatable to the millions of hard working, decent, and God-fearing New Yorkers who have to put up with shenanigans on a day-to-day basis. And that public relations executive who got the Magnus Davion account probably put together a portfolio of charity galas, dinners, fundraisers, and photo ops all designed to make us think that this man is really a good guy instead of just another rich asshole.
And you know what? With enough of these, we probably will think he’s a good guy.
We’ll probably forget how Magnus Davion got drunk one night and urinated in a restaurant fountain as people were eating dinner last month.
We’ll probably forget how he was filmed receiving fellatio in his Maserati as he sped down Fifth Avenue earlier this year.
We’ll probably forget how he got upset at a cable company call center representative who was unhelpful to him, which led him to buy the cable company itself just to fire that individual. It happened last year, but I bet you’ve already forgotten, haven’t you, New York?
I’m willing to bet that’s the plan, New York. We’ll just have to see what happens. You can bet we’ll keep reporting.
Until then, keep your ears to the ground, New York. I'll be listening!
Magnus
“Magnus to Earth! Magnus to Earth!” Joyce says, repeating that sentence over and over again until she finally slams the palm of her hand onto my desk. I sit up straight, cough into my hand, and nod at her, trying to pretend I was listening to her all along, which I fucking wasn’t, of course. After that night with Penny, focusing on anything is just outright impossible.
“I’m here,” I tell her, and she just sighs and throws the latest New York Daily Journal on top of the desk. She looks at me with a self-satisfied smile, pointing at the newspaper.