by Alexis Angel
I ride him fast and wild, and I do it so fiercely that beads of sweat are already pooling on my forehead. Locks of hair are plastered against my cheeks, and I feel exhaustion taking over my muscles. Still, I don’t give up; all this just makes me want to go even harder, to push past all limitations and explode in ecstasy.
“My turn,” he whispers, hooking his finger on my hips and taking all control. He pushes me down, impaling me on his cock, and then he starts thrusting upward. He pistons at me with a ravenous fury, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy at a breakneck pace.
Each thrust of his is like a fast acting drug, and I just know that if he keeps on fucking me like this I’m going to OD on pleasure. Seriously, has anyone ever died from having an orgasm that was just too strong? I don’t know, but I guess that eventually I’m going to find out, won’t I?
“Oh, fuck, Parker… Harder, harder, HARDER!” I scream at the top of my lungs, letting my head fall back as I exhale sharply, my scream turning into a quivering moan as a sequence of spasms and twists take over my body. I convulse as if I’m having a seizure, my pussy lips choking his shaft, and I dig my fingernails into his pectorals, hard enough to leave a mark.
“More…” I manage to say, pushing the word out from between my lips with great effort. Still with his cock inside of me, I lift my hips just an inch, and then place my feet on either side of his thighs. Squatting over his cock, I start jumping up and down, his cock going so deep inside of me that I feel it brushing against that wicked spot of delirium, my G-spot.
Beads of sweat drip down from my forehead and onto my lips, the saltiness of it just a memento of how dirty sex with Parker can get. It’s almost too good to be true. I never thought that sex could be this good, and this coming from someone who has some experience under her belt.
The first time we fucked, I thought it was so good because of two things: the fact that his cock is enormous, and the fact that he’s my stepfather. The wickedness of it just gives an edge to the whole thing, you know? But the more we’re together, and the more I get to know his mind and body, the more I start realizing that the taboo aspect of our relationship is nothing more than just a footnote. Sure, I’m his stepdaughter, but in the great scheme of things that doesn’t matter. What matters is that our bodies seem as if they were made for each other, etched in God’s blueprints since the dawn of time.
“I’m going to… I’m going…” I start to moan, the words dying in my throat as I feel the thunder and fire of pleasure hiking up my spine. Ecstasy explodes inside my skull, ricocheting against my brain and bones, and I go down from my feet onto my knees, holding still as an orgasm takes over my exhausted body.
“Ah, ah… So… fucking… GOOD!” I scream, my mind burning and turning into ashes. He holds me tight as I come, one arm wrapped around my waist while he cups my ass with one hand, squeezing my ass cheeks eagerly. He only lets go of me when pleasure finally washes over my body, receding to that ethereal place from where it originates.
“I needed this… I really did…” I pant, rolling to the side and collapsing on the couch. I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath, and have to struggle against the urge to simply drift off to sleep. Have you ever fucked so hard that the moment you’re done it seems like exhaustion has clubbed you in the back of the head? That’s exactly how I feel right now. But I’ve made Parker a promise, and I’m going to keep it: I’m going to show him exactly how far I’m willing to go for him.
I slide down from the couch, kneeling at his feet while I position my body between his legs. “What are you doing?” he asks, his voice laced with anticipation as I reach for his cock and grab it.
“Pleasing you,” I reply, leaning toward his huge member and reaching for it with the tip of my tongue. I lay my tongue against the root of his cock, and then I slide it upward until I’m licking its head. I savor my own fluids on his skin, and that just makes me want to gobble up his cock even more. But I resist that maddening urge; I don’t want to rush this and ruin it.
I let my tongue dance around the tip of his cock for almost a minute, and then I hike down the length of his shaft once more. Curling my fingers around his cock, I start stroking him softly while I wrap my lips around one ball of his and suck it into my mouth. It feels warm and heavy, and I can only imagine how busy it is producing ungodly amounts of cum, which is exactly what I want… Because the surprise I have in store for Parker is the dirty kind of surprise.
Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I suck both of his balls into my mouth and lap at them with my tongue, doing it for as long as I can before I finally start struggling for air. I take his balls out of my mouth and take a deep breath; the moment fresh air fills my lungs, I dive into him again, tilting my head sideways and laying my mouth on the side of his shaft.
I suck on it sideways, closing my eyes as I taste the flavor of my own pussy, and then I run my lips to the tip of his cock. I finally wrap my mouth around it, pressing against it with my tongue, and slowly roll my lips down the length of his shaft. I go down inch by slow inch, taking as much time as I can, and I only let that insane side of me take over when half his cock is already inside my mouth.
He places his hands on the top of my head, barely any pressure to his touch, but I go off like a bomb all the same: I let my head fall down, opening my mouth wide and taking all of his cock inside of me at once. It hits the back of my throat in an instant, and it happens so suddenly and harshly that I almost think he’s going to pierce me from side to side or that I’m going to gag on his member.
But none of that happens; what happens is that he groans, his voice quivering with ecstasy, and then tangles his fingers in my hair. Holding my head in place, he slides his cock out until only its head is inside of me, and then thrusts viciously. He starts fucking my tight little mouth in abandonment, completely ravaging me, and I do nothing but savor the moment.
I moan as he thrusts, the sound of it climbing up my throat and then blanketing his cock. At the same time, I take one hand to his balls and I cup them both, rolling them over my fingers as he keeps on fucking my mouth. But this is my show, not his. Remembering that, I move fast and lay one forearm across his waist, pinning him down to the couch.
His eyes widen in surprise, but then he smiles as he realizes that I want to take the reigns of what’s happening. Still with my forearm on his waist, I take my free hand to his cock and, grabbing it, I start stroking him at the same pace I’m sucking, my hand and mouth working in unison.
I bob my head back and forth for what seems like an eternity, time just an abstract concept to me now. With my mouth completely filled, Parker’s huge cock throbbing against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, it feels like things such as time hold no meaning anymore. Only pleasure matters… And, as far as I’m concerned, I’m having the time of my life right now.
And so is Parker, I’d say.
Opening my eyes, I look up at him, and I’d smile if I didn’t have his gigantic member inside my mouth. He has his head thrown back against the headrest, his eyes are closed, and there’s one delightful smile dancing on his lips. It isn’t a simple smile, one born out of happiness or pleasure, but a smile that tells me that he needs me, and my body, to feel whole. And, by all means, I’m happy to oblige.
Focusing on his cock again, I bob my head back and forth as fast as I can, pushing through the cramps striking the muscles in my neck. Blindly, I take my forearm off his waist and reach behind me with my hand, trying to feel my way around the coffee table with my fingertips. I stop when I feel the clear surface of a martini glass, a glass from the drinks we had last night, and then I curl my fingers around it, bringing it forward and placing it on the floor between my knees. I don’t need it yet, but I want it ready to go.
“Keep going, Amy… Just keep going,” Parker groans, grabbing at my hair. The words come out of his voice as if they were on fire, and I know that he won’t resist me for too long. Soon enough, his cock is going to start pulsing inside my mouth and… Well, and then I�
�ll be ready for what happens next.
“Don’t fucking stop,” he continues, his voice fraught with tension, and I start going even faster than before. I’m going so fast that all I see from my hand is a blur of color and movement, and I’m actually surprised I haven’t broken my neck yet. But even if I did, it’d be totally worth it. When I’m with Parker, everything’s worth it and everything’s perfect.
I suck him until the first spasm runs up his shaft, and then I act fast. I take his cock out of my mouth and just keep on stroking him. With my free hand, I reach for the glass between my knees and grab it, bringing it up to his cock.
“What are you doing?” he asks me, his words coming out as a groan. He has one eyebrow arched in curiosity, but his smile is an amused one.
“Wait and see,” I purr at him, moving my hand as fast as I can over his shaft. “Just let go, daddy,” I continue, allowing the word daddy to linger on my lips as I speak. And that’s all it takes: the moment my words reach him, his cock starts spasming violently against my fingers, and a thick strand of cum jumps out from its tip.
It his me across the face, a thick white line that goes over my closed lips and reaches for my forehead. I move fast then, angling his cock downward and tilting the glass forward, just in time to get the second strand of cum inside there.
“Fuck,” Parker groans as he starts gushing an endless river of cum, his white seed spraying the curved inside of the glass like a tidal wave. I keep on stroking him as he comes, my eyes widening as I watch his cum filling up the glass. And all it takes is a few seconds; the glass is brimming now, heavy beads of cum dripping down from it and caressing my curled fingers.
I let go of his cock when the last drops of cum simply fall down and drip down onto his shaft, and then I bite down on my lower lip and look up at him.
“You’re insane,” he grins, his eyes going from mine to the glass I’m holding in my hands.
“I know… and that’s why you can’t resist me,” I shoot back at him, going back to my feet carefully and trying not to spill the cum inside of the glass. I climb on top of his body, straddling him again, and bring the glass up to my mouth until it’s just a few inches away from my lips.
“What are you doing?” he asks me, a wide smile brightening his face.
“What do you think?” I whisper, touching my lips to the edge of the glass, and reaching for the white pool of cum with the tip of my tongue. I scoop up just a few drops, and bring my tongue back inside my mouth, closing my eyes as I swallow. His saltiness makes me skin prickle, his raw manly flavor burning its way down my throat.
“This is how crazy you make me,” I say, once again placing my lips against the glass. This time, instead of just scooping a few drops of it with my tongue, I tilt the glass toward me and let his seed flow into my mouth, filling it. I smile at him, open my mouth to show him my cum-coated tongue, and then just swallow once more.
Despite my free-of-prejudice background, me being a player in the sex industry and all, I’ve never done anything as crazy as this. But being with Parker just unleashes that wild Amy, crazy whispers of temptation echoing inside my mind and driving me toward that fabled place where there are no limits.
“Take it all,” I hear Parker’s voice, and I open my eyes just in time to see him taking the glass out of my hands. He brings it up to my mouth, and I smile as I reach for it with my lips, opening my mouth as wide as I can as Parker tilts the glass toward my mouth.
His seed fills me up in a heartbeat, and thick strands of cum drip down the side of my mouth and chin, making their way down my neck and inevitably going over the curve of my breasts.
Pulling the glass back, Parker empties the rest over my naked chest, painting me in white. I feel a shiver going up my spine as I feel his fluids caressing my naked skin, its warmness like a blanket of pleasure and lust.
“This is so fucking insane,” Parker grins, throwing the glass to the side and running both his hands through my hair. “So fucking insane,” he repeats, his eyes roaming over my glistening skin as he takes in the scene.
Swallowing the cum inside my mouth, I then grab his face with both my hands and look into his eyes. “It is insane… And so is this,” I whisper as I lean into him and, before he can do a thing about it, I shove my cum-coated tongue inside his mouth. Surprisingly, he doesn’t push me back; instead, he kisses me with abandonment, stealing whatever cum is still inside my mouth with his frenetic kiss.
“I love insane,” he tells me, pulling back from my kiss and smiling, his lips glistening from the cum. Moving fast, he grabs me by the hips and forces me to roll to the side, laying me down on the couch. “And now someone will have to clean all this mess…” he whispers, his eyes trained on the strands of cum making their way down my stomach and straight toward the wet space between my thighs.
Lying down between my legs, he forces me to spread them wide, and then his mouth is on me. He lays it on top of my pussy, sucking my drenched folds inside his mouth, and then he runs his tongue up to my clit, circling it over and over again before he goes on his way.
I run my fingers through his hair as he licks me, and then I let out a purred moan as his tongue climbs up to my belly, scooping up the strands of cum dripping down my body. Licking me dry, he takes his time as his lips and tongue roam over my stomach before finally going for my tits. There, he climbs their curve with the tip of his tongue, and then wraps his lips around one nipple and sucks it dry, lapping at it with his tongue.
Lying down on the couch, I grin as I feel his mouth caressing my skin, but then Parker crushes that grin into submission by pressing his lips against mine. I tremble slightly as I feel the cum on his lips, proof of how insane the two of us have gotten, and then I just let my tongue dance around his over a blanket of thick cum.
Lost in our kiss, I let all worry fade away into nothingness.
At least for now, we’ve escaped the real world; our hiding place is both of our naked bodies.
Parker
It's been three days since Susan Duran left. Three days since she detonated that bomb in my lap and said she was quitting this campaign and left me scrambling.
Luckily, I'm not one to take things sitting down. I'm fucking proactive.
I'm standing at the podium, and I look over at my new campaign manager, Megan Wright. She's standing off to the side, giving me a secret thumbs up, as if that's supposed to make me feel any better about this press conference.
Megan is Susan Duran's opposite in every way. She has a head full of big curls that sway like the ocean when she talks.
Susan was a planner, the kind of person who ate checklists for breakfast. Bounced bullet lists instead of basketballs.
Do you see where I'm fucking going with this?
Megan is a planner too, I suppose, but on the opposite end of the spectrum. With her, we make a plan by throwing it up in the air, and then sort of wing it through the details falling all around us.
This is one of those 'just winging it' moments, and she's smiling and sipping a Pepsi and I'm over here, in front of hundreds of eager reporters, hoping I can pull this off.
But I think Megan's vision is good. It should work. I've just got to pull it off.
She's advised me to remain focused on the issues. The fucking things that matter to the people of this city she says—jobs, taxes, infrastructure, family.
I can practically hear Megan's words echoing in my brain as I straighten my tie. "Whatever you do, stay away from your private life," she repeated to me just minutes ago, as I watched her hair sway. "I mean it Parker; don't let the conversation go there."
I take a deep breath, straighten my tie, put on my game face, and begin.
"Thank you all for joining me here today," I say. "I think we can all agree that Congress should hear your concerns as it pertains to increasing jobs in this city we call home, fixing our IT infrastructure, and cutting taxes. I'm prepared to be your voice in the Senate."
I give this opener and look around at the crowd. N
ormally, I hear a few cheers, and maybe a few claps, but right now, it's crickets. People are staring with blank faces. The silence is unnerving. It's a completely different vibe than the last press conference I gave.
I continue, "Today, I'd like to talk about—" but a red-faced reporter wearing square, black-rimmed glasses immediately interrupts me.
"Excuse me, Mr. Trask, what is your relationship to your advisor, Amy?"
I look over at the report in question, immediately spotting him in the crowd. "I'd like to keep the discussion on the issues that matter," I reply.
The reporter pushes back, "I think I speak for everyone when I say that's an issue that matters to all of the citizens of New York City."
"I've said this before, but I want to make it clear that my private life does not concern the public. That's final. I don't give a fuck about what the media thinks about me. As you all know, at the end of the day, I'm a mayor who get results for this city."
Another reporter chimes in, ignoring my stance on privacy, and says, "Mr. Trask, is it true that Amy is your daughter, and that she's been staying with you at Gracie Mansion?"
"That's incorrect," I say. "She's my stepdaughter and—"
The red-faced reporter cuts me off before I can get another word in. "Wouldn't you agree that having personal relations with your stepdaughter sends the wrong message to citizens?"
"Well, that's not what—" I try to say, adjusting the microphone, but am cut off again.
"Isn't it against state rules to be undergoing such an affair within the walls of Gracie Mansion? Not to mention, don't you agree it's morally corrupt?"
"No comment," I say, trying to move on. This is going downhill fast. This definitely isn't where I wanted our discussion to go today.
"Mr. Trask, just answer the question," the reporters continue to chime in.
"I repeat, I won't be answering personal questions. We should remain focused on the real issues."
