WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  “Good girl,” he purrs to me. His voice wraps me in a warm velvet satisfaction. “You take my cock so well, Penny,” he says, and he slides slowly out of me, not all the way yet, and I’m whimpering. The hand on my throat trails down to grab one of my breasts. “I could watch my cock fuck into that perfect pussy all damn day,” Magnus says in a low growling voice that brings shivers all over my body. He squeezes my breast hard and I squeal. “I’m covered in that sweet cum of yours. There’s so much of it, I’d hate to put it to waste.”

  I lick my lips. I would love for Magnus to shove that enormous cock down my throat and let me drink his cum and taste mine with his again. Salty, sweet, tangy deliciousness. I run my tongue over my lips again, a small moan escaping my lips now even as I’m shuddering through tiny little aftershocks. My pussy is fluttering to feel his cock inside me again, but my mouth is greedy and wants him, too.

  What can I say? I love getting fucked by my step daddy. I crave his cock inside me like nothing else. I've never wanted to fuck someone so much before. I have to admit that knowing how naughty and wrong it is, well, that makes it even hotter. Add in the fact that the man fucks like my life depends on it, and his enormous cock matches that body that was built for sin. Fuck, how could I ever catch my breath around him? I want to fuck him night and day. I want to live with his cock in one of my holes.

  “Keep looking at me with those sweet eyes, Penny, while I use all this cum to fuck your sweet ass. I want to see the look on your face when I shove my cock so deep up your ass you can’t breathe,” Magnus says, his voice thick with arousal. His eyes look into mine and I feel him drinking me up as he could drain the life right out of me and pump it back in with the cum he’s going to unload in me. His bulging cock slides out of my pussy and runs down the folds of my pussy lips, slowly and teasingly. I'm breathing shallow little breaths, excitement taking over me.

  When his cock head is in new territory, I breathe deeper, trying to prepare myself for what it'll feel like to have that impossibly large cock sink into my ass. My eyes wander to his hand that left my breast and that hand is now fisting down his cock, sliding so much of my cum down to the head where he’s about to pierce my ass.

  “Eyes on me, princess,” Magnus commands me.

  I comply, my eyes watching his and that’s when I feel his cock head slide into my ass. Already, I feel so full. Pressing out against him, I take him in. My eyes threaten to roll back in their orbits. My pussy weeps with arousal. My eyes stay looking into Magnus’s own, drinking in the sight of him so turned on to watch my reaction to him claiming my ass. I feel his cock slide deeper into me. I’m so full now, fuller than I could've imagined, and I cry out.

  But I never. Stop. Looking.

  His eyes watching me are so erotic that I think I might cum again.

  Magnus brings a hand up to cup my face, his thumb grazing over my lips. Craving him as I do, I glide my tongue out over that thumb and when he presses it into my mouth I suck it hard as I would his cock. I see fire glint in his eyes and that’s when his hips thrust forward and he feeds that enormous cock to my ass, impaling me deep as he can with that huge fuck rod that splits me in half. I gasp, a huge gulp of air displaying my shock that the enormous cock is actually up in my ass to the hilt. He doesn’t move for just a moment, and my body is adjusting and taking him in. I stretch and take him with a delicious agony of which I've never known. I want to squirm, I want to run; I want press back down against him and feel how deep he is now that he’s buried himself inside me. My veins are filled with fireworks, an untamed lust unbridled within me.

  Still, it's the passionate look in his eyes that is the most sensual part of this. I taste his skin in my mouth, gliding my tongue over his thumb. I feel Magnus claim me with that huge cock up my ass. I breathe as much as I can allow my body to, and it sends surges of sensation shooting through me like fire against ice.

  Something fiery glints through Magnus's eyes, and his hips begin to buck. My respite, my chance to get used to his cock is over. Now, he's slamming into my ass with the same fury that he showed my pussy...but this is so much more. My stepfather is fucking my ass, hard, relentlessly. I can't breathe, I can't see, and I'm just an extension of my sex now. My whole body belongs to the sensations that he creates within me.

  My eyelids flutter closed despite wanting to stay open. Rainbows and star shine capture my vision and replace the reality with the something beyond that overtakes me when Magnus fucks my ass. His cock slides out a few inches, but never too far, and he slides back in, slamming hard, and keeps up a maddening pace of deepening his cock inside me and never quite leaving. I can't believe the sensations that flow through my body. I'm like a watercolor ocean, painted in endless swirls of the depths of the ocean. I've never felt like this before. An orgasm building within me now is not the same set of fireworks that lit within me before.

  My stepdad knocks on my door, kisses the lights out of me, makes me cum ... and now, he ass fucks me and a slow burn builds within me that tells me that I know nothing about how this is going to end. I don't know what will happen between us. I almost don't understand what's happening to my body now. That's how intense the sensation building within me is now.

  My hands tear at the bedspread and I open my eyes now because I want to see more than just Magnus's gorgeous face. I want to see that huge cock sliding into my ass. I'm not even quite sure how to reconcile the sight when I take it in. The monster cock fucking my ass seems to be impossibly large. I see how wet my pussy is, my arousal weeping down and adding more lubrication and it slides into me, never quite exiting each time, fucking me with a fervent pace. I look up at Magnus and see a wicked grin spreading over his gorgeous face.

  Magnus is the kind of good-looking guy that you think only exists in magazines. You think no one can be that beautiful. His jawline, his eyes, his mouth ... everything about his face is perfectly drawn and makes my whole body shake.

  "Kiss me, daddy," I whimper. I need his mouth on mine now. Looking at him gives me even stronger urges than I ever knew I could have. The building orgasm threatens to overtake me, but I'm teetering just beyond the edge of possibility. I need to be able to ride that wave. More than that, I want to breathe in his breathe, taste his tongue on mine. Feel his perfect mouth claim my lips and make me all his. My urges for him are something more than lust. They're primal. I ache for him in ways that I can't comprehend.

  "Penny," Magnus moans. It's an erotic sound that I don't know if he meant to make. He's as needy as I am right now, and I'm so caught up in the moment that it takes me a second to realize that as his lips close lightly over mine...

  He's pulled his cock completely out of my ass. The emptiness makes me cry out.

  But Magnus closes his mouth completely over mine, utterly claiming me with his tongue sneaking past the seam of my lips, and his cock slams back into me. The vacuum seal his cock gets inside my ass is incredible. Tight a fit as he is inside my pussy, his cock in my ass is something that defies all laws of physics, all least as far as sensations are concerned.

  His kiss is deep and as claiming as his cock fucking my ass. Magnus dances his tongue with mine, fucks his cock in massive thrusts into my ass. I'm rolling my hips now, as his hands pull my face to his. I'm free just enough to ride that huge cock as much as I can manage. While it isn't much, I do manage to roll my hips enough to taste his moans. I clench around him and claim every inch of Magnus's cock. In my mind, I'm repeating 'thank you, daddy' again and again in my head as I say those words because I'm aching to say them to him. I want to fuck him as much as he fucks me. Magnus's cock feels like it was made for every hole of my body and I want him to know. Magnus fucks me in a wild way, and I return that fucking as much as I can because I need him to know. I recognize the worshiping way that his cock claims me. I worship his body all the same. I slam my hips forward to him and as he fucks into me I slam my body to his.

  Our kiss is desperate as our tempo increases. I start to get reckless with my tongue, kissing him lik
e I'm gasping for breath. That's how close my orgasm is, that teetering edge having knocked me over the wall that held me back. I expect my back to fall against the bedspread when I stop clinging fast to it, but I need to wrap my arms around him. Instead, as my hands hold tight to Magnus's back, I feel the air on my skin and my breasts press into his chest. He pulls me to him until we're sitting up.

  My pussy mashes against the hard abdomen of his incredible muscles, making me shiver around him. I fight for strength in my legs, and find they have a reserve of energy to wrap around him. My ankles drive into his back and I find the strength to bounce myself up and down, his massive cock driving into my ass as hard as it can. I slam down on his cock, making my ass take every inch of him. It's like I'm trying to break myself. Because I am. I'm going to break my body and watch it fall apart and be rebuilt into whatever it takes to fuck Magnus like this forever. It may be taboo, wrong, and downright filthy to fuck my stepfather like this. Sure as that is true, I know that I need to keep fucking him. I'll never come down from this high I'm feeling now.

  Breaking our kiss suddenly, I gasp, "Magnus, I feel you. Cum with me," I moan out, already coming back to him to keep kissing him.

  "Yes, Penny, yes," he groans low in his throat. He presses my head down to him and I kiss his neck. His lips close over my neck, but his teeth claim me now. I feel his cock turn from steel to titanium, a volcanic eruption of cum surging into my ass. I shake so much around him that my ankles almost fall apart from how I've interlocked them. My hands squeeze into him, and my kiss turns to a scream against his neck. I feel sweat cascading down my whole body. Tremors of a massive orgasm take me to nirvana, capturing me in time and it feels like the crescendo of my pleasure, trapped against his orgasm thundering through me, shall never end. I'm completely overtaken by the orgasm; my pleasure is higher than any religious experience or mind-altering substance could ever give me. Lights shine in my soul and behind my eyes. I feel like I'm floating through the thick velvet of the blackest night sky, and I'm wrapped in the mysteries of the universe. His body enraptures mine, and it isn't until I see his eyes looking into mine that I realize that he's laid me back down. Magnus is looking at me with a look on his face that I can't begin to understand. I try to regain control of my breathing and I feel my heart thundering in my chest.

  Magnus fucks me a like a demon and makes me feel like I'm off to heaven. I know it's a sin to fuck my stepfather ... and I'll pave the road to that hell with the orgasm that shakes through our body. There has to be an elevator down for how filthy we descend together.

  "Baby girl," Magnus says, his breath ragged. Sweat slides down his brow, along his nose. It's the most sensual sight...that sweat was well earned. "Goddamn, do many men knock on your door and fuck you like this? I can't believe how good it feels inside you," he says with a small, wicked laugh.

  "No one has ever knocked on my door and then come and fucked me like this ... but if that's a service they provide in this city, I think I might bring back speed dial," I say, my own laugh so light it's almost a giggle. Yeah, I get to be giddy now, I mean, he fucked all the seriousness right out of me. I don't know what's left in me, but a will to shower and perhaps take a nap that would make Rip Van Winkle jealous. And that giggle.

  "You can always call me, Penny. For...anything," Magnus says. The seriousness brings us both plummeting back to reality. I see the weight enter his eyes.

  "Why don't we shower, eat something, regain our energy for round two," I say, maybe a little too quickly.

  Magnus raises an eyebrow so slightly. Yeah, he must not realize that I'm not letting a perfect cock like that go to waste. Not in this perfect little bubble where he and I are the only things that exist, and cumming is all that matters. The truth is that if you told me I was still entrenched in my orgasm, I would believe you. That's how my body feels light, drained even, but still the pleasure within me endures.

  "A shower sounds good. Another round sounds even better," Magnus says and he tucks a strand of my surely disheveled hair behind my ear. Those small little touches at random moments make a girl's heart flutter.

  If he keeps fucking me like this and does those sweet little things, I may have to permanently lock my ankles together behind his back to keep this cock inside me, always. I really only want to clean it off, and myself so we can start over with fresh friction.

  "I wanna get you all clean and then suck your cock, daddy," I say. "Does that sound good?" I say in my best come hither voice. I would've felt silly doing it, but it felt just plain delicious.

  Which was confirmed with the way he narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips together. Yeah, he likes the idea too.

  "I want you in all my holes, daddy," I say, making sure to call him daddy. I know we both like it and I don't care how wrong it is. He is the kind of man that can fuck me into oblivion and tuck my hair behind my ear and make me feel like the only girl in the world. His precious girl. I can't help it. I need the way he makes me feel, if I'm being honest.

  We head to the shower and I realize how wobbly my legs are when I actually need to hold the hand he offers on the way. I steady myself. "I hope you haven't permanently made me bow legged, Magnus," I say. "You won't always be there to escort me to the shower."

  We don't say anything, after that, for a while.

  The hot water washes away all the sweat and cum on our bodies, but rising with the steam of the shower is our fears and worries. Reality, insidious and all around us as the water vapor makes the bathroom humid, it threatens to erase everything. But I won't forget how he made me feel. How he feels inside me.

  Magnus finishes washing my hair and pulls it all together in a makeshift ponytail. Handle, if you will. "You want me in all your holes," Magnus says with a throaty chuckle. "That's music to my ears, princess. My cock prefers your holes to anything else. Fucking you feels like coming home," he laughs. "How fucked is that? I know we shouldn't, but yet here I am, ready to see you drop to your knees when we're done and get all dirty again." His voice is so gruff and sensual; all I can focus on is that he wants to fuck me as much as I want to fuck him. I am subconsciously licking my lips at just the thought of tasting him. Magnus releases my hair now and we finish washing up, but his sensual voice vibrates all through my body. I feel the quickening in my stomach, the ache throughout my body. My throat feels empty now, jealous of the rest of my holes getting claimed by him. I remember the way it felt to taste his cock, his cum, mixed with my pussy. I run my fingers through my slit and rub the moisture I find there that isn't from washing, but fresh arousal at his presence, at his words. I slick my moisture over the glistening pre-cum on his massive cock. "I want to taste us," I tell him, so aroused that I can barely manage the words. My lips are trembling.

  The way that he's looking at me right now, I feel like we're both in a trance. I wrap my hands around his cock. Magnus shuts off the water and we're both still dripping wet, but that's all the invitation I need to draw his cock into my mouth and start sucking him. I lick the whole length of his cock and then I suck him in deep. It isn't long before we're both shuddering. When his cock jets hot cum down my throat, my pussy is shivering with my own orgasm. I don't even have to touch myself. Sucking his cock makes me cum because that's how much I really do crave my daddy in all of my holes.

  I feel his cock quicken. I cup his balls in my hands, and they are loaded up. He's ready to burst, and I'm ready to swallow him.

  Magnus cups my chin, groaning low in his throat, “I’m cumming. Drink me up, Penny.” The way he moans my name makes me shiver. I slide Magnus’s cock even deeper down my throat and swallow every hot drop of his cum I can before I pull out that massive cock, stroking the shaft. I rub the sticky final rope of cum over my lips, and draw my fingers to my own creamy pussy lips. I run that against my lips, tasting us both together.

  I stand in the shower, and Magnus steadies me as I rise. His lips close over mine, and a thrill shoots through me with the realization that we're tasting each other like this.

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nbsp; I love being so naughty with my Daddy.

  The New York Daily Journal

  Who Moved My Cheese?

  Gossip Central on Page Eight. From the Desk of Vicky Durner - All the gossip you never even knew you needed to know!

  Good morning Gothamites! There's a new sensation going on in the streets of our fair city recently. One that has New Yorkers from all walks of life scratching their heads. They just can't figure out what's gotten into Magnus Davion.

  What am I talking about?

  Mr. Bad Boy Superstar has been replaced by Mr. Rogers and the sweater vest.

  Well, maybe the sweater vest is a bit too much. He's still got the ripped body and fantastic abs. And we've all seen what he's packing below the waist.

  But while the city expects Magnus Davion to misbehave, what it doesn't expect is for him to turn into a pillar of society.

  And when I say pillar, I'm not talking about an erect sex organ. I'm talking about an upstanding citizen.

  That's right, New Yorkers. Meet Magnus Davion, savior of the city.

  In the last two weeks, this ex-bad boy billionaire has been seen at three charity fundraisers. He's hosted a blood drive from his Midtown offices. He's donated coats. He's read books to orphans. He's even donated a hospital wing to Beth Israel's children's section.

  This is not the same man who used to spray ejaculate on women's faces in front of 50,000 people.

  This is not the same man who crashed his car into the side of St. Patrick's Cathedral because he was too busy having fellatio performed on him by two women. Not just one, but two.

  This is not the same man who left Academy Award Winning Best Actress Michele Roberts VonCannon using her Oscar acceptance speech to make a heartfelt plea to return her phone calls.

  No. The Magnus Davion that New Yorkers see actually waits till the sign changes to cross the street. He stops at red lights when he's driving. He doesn't get inappropriately drunk at the worst moments. He's not causing mayhem and destruction.