by Dark Angel
“Why are you trying to tease me?” I whisper into his ear. “You’re just teasing yourself, Lance… You want that cock inside of me as bad as I do.”
“I do,” he whispers, and then, the whole world explodes. He thrusts violently, his thick shaft sliding inside of me with one single stroke and scorching all of my nerve endings. His cock stretches my inner walls as it goes, making me wonder about how it's possible to have something so huge inside of me. I might not be young anymore, but I still pride myself on having a pussy as tight as a virgin.
He starts ramming it inside of me harshly, his fingers going down my back and nestling under my buttocks. He pulls me up and into him, lifting me off from the floor, and I lock my legs around his back. With my arms over his shoulders, I pull him in and make him move even more viciously, each thrust of his like a stab of pure pleasure, a mind-numbing high that would put any kind of drug to shame. In fact, just two thrusts and I’m already an addict. I’ve always been partial to big cocks, that’s true, but with Lance it feels like this is my first time… I mean, is there anything better than experiencing something like this? Even if it’s as wrong as original sin. Oh, screw that—this being forbidden makes it even better.
Rocking his body against mine in a back and forth motion, our bodies fuse into one, our muscles moving as if we are part of the same machinery. My brain is working overtime trying to process all the information that my nerve endings send it, but it’s almost impossible; there’s a limit to how much pleasure I can handle.
It doesn’t take long for me to come again, my pussy tightening around his cock as I claw at his back. I do it hard, my fingernails sliding across his skin with enough strength to draw blood. A grin dawns on my lips as I imagine how he’s going to look after I’m done with him. When he looks into the mirror tonight, he’s going to have the memories of what we’re doing here etched right into his skin. He’ll remember how he fucked his own stepmother, how she moaned into his ear...
A violent scream climbs up my throat and I purse my lips, throwing my head back against the wall as I order my brain to keep my mouth shut. I have to watch myself. We're in a public dressing room. Even so, I can’t stop a moan from escaping into the cool air of the room, my body burning up with orgasmic violence.
I tremble, shiver, and twitch, all of me burning in ecstasy.
“I like hearing you moan,” he whispers against my ear, his lips seductively brushing against my skin. “Makes everything even better.”
“Then why don’t you make me moan louder?” I tease him, no actually knowing if I can survive this. Have I ever felt this much pleasure? If a moan like that escapes my lips, will security be knocking on the dressing room door?
“Oh… Don’t worry, we’re just starting.”
He pulls back, my skin prickling as I feel his cock sliding out, and puts me down. With a grin on his lips, he places his hands on my waist and turns me around. I place my hands against the wall, shoulder height, and jut my ass back at him. His hands run down my side and he moves them over the curve of my ass, grabbing my buttocks hard. He presses his body against mine, the warmness of his skin spreading through me; with his cock firmly pressed between my buttocks, I start rocking my body, grinding against his cock.
I exhale sharply, ready for what’s to come; I reach for his cock and, grabbing it, push it down. Placing the tip against my folds, I let go and place my hand back on the wall.
He eases into me gently, my pussy resting against the tip of his erect cock. As he moves, I have to grit my teeth as he pierces me, my inner walls once again accommodating his long thickness. When he’s in me to the hilt, he starts to move with a slow and gently rhythm. But I don’t want to move slowly. I want to go fast. I want to go furious. I start jutting my ass back, moving my hips with a ferocity I didn’t know I had in me.
“Harder…” I tell him harshly. “Fuck me harder… I’m your stepmother, do what I tell you to,” I find myself saying, not even capable of filtering my own words.
“Bossy…” he whispers with a smile. He starts fucking me hard all the same, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me in as he thrusts, my mind almost destroyed by the intensity of his thrusts. My back arches as I succumb to the hard sway of his hips, my body sandwiched between a man that’s half a decade my junior and a slab of concrete, no escape possible. And, really, why would I want an escape? He should be the one wondering about escaping, because I’m not letting him go anywhere—at least not until my body is utterly and completely spent, that is.
Holding me against the wall, his rhythm starts to grow into a mind numbing crescendo, his cock hitting me so fast that I can already feel the blood inside my veins starting to boil. I moan through gritted teeth, closing my eyes as all existence starts to fade away. I can’t see or hear, I can only feel. The whole universe seems focused on the place where our bodies meet and fuse, his cock pounding my pussy without a single hint of mercy.
I come once again, my body completely electrified. I rest my forehead against the wall, hitting it repeatedly as I try to cope with the raging joy that courses through me. This is fucking Heaven. Transcendence. I’ve never been religious, but this is almost mystical.. Think I’m exaggerating? I’m not. I’m out of control, I know, but that’s just a side effect of being fucked like this. And, really, it’s not even a bad side effect; who doesn’t want to lose control from time to time?
It’s like that, without any kind of mental brakes or whatsoever, that I let a loud moan tumble out from my lips. I almost don’t even care if anyone hears us. Sure, if Michael ever found out about this, both Lance and I would be in deep trouble… But who cares about that right now?
He pulls his cock out and places his lips against my neck, kissing me tenderly. Then, he makes me turn on my heels, my back against the wall. My hands go to his chest and, clawing at his pectorals, I smile mischievously.
My hands slide up to his shoulders and I push him back, motioning toward the small bench in the corner of the cramped cubicle. He doesn’t complain as I guide him there, making him sit as I look upon him, hunger making my eyes widen. He licks his lips, his eyes never leaving mine, and I climb on top of him, my legs open wide as I sit on his lap. My hands slide down his chest and, once again, his cock is in my hands.
Guiding his thick member to where I need it to be, I let it pierce me like a spear, his shaft going in easily. I don’t give him time to process what’s about to happen. I simply start rocking my body against his, my buttocks slapping his legs as I go up and down, back and forth. I move wildly, still out of control, and close my eyes as he reaches for my tits, grabbing them eagerly as I fuck him in abandonment. He has fucked me the way I wanted him to; it’s time for me to show him that a woman my age also knows how to please a man.
I ride him hard, and I ride him fast, punishing his cock with all my strength. I feel drops of sweat pooling on my forehead, but these only make me go faster. My muscles are already aching, but I don’t care. I’m a woman on a mission, and I won’t be denied. I grin as I feel sweat dripping down my back, down my face and into my lips, the salty taste of it coating my tongue.
Acting on instinct, I get up in a rush and, before he can do anything, I turn my back to him and ease myself down on his cock again. His hands go down my back to my ass, and he slaps my cheeks hard as I start riding him in a reverse position. My ass bounces up and down, slapping his body again as I try to survive the onslaught of pleasure that rages through me like a wildfire.
I feel my mind starting to dissolve, pleasure the only remaining thing inside my head. God, I needed this… Forbidden as it might be, Lance is fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before. To say he knows what he’s doing is putting it lightly.
He slides his fingers further in over my ass cheeks, his fingertips brushing against my crack. A shiver goes up my spine as he presses on my asshole, gently caressing it as I keep on riding him. Pressing down, he slides his finger one inch inside my ass, and then starts to move it back and forth at a stead
y rhythm. With him fingering my ass, I feel closer to oblivion than I have ever been.
I clench my jaw, breathing through my nose as my muscles start to spasm. I don’t even feel the need to scream anymore; my body does all the talking now, my muscles jerking as I come once more. I might be coming, but I’m too far-gone to stop. I keep riding him with violent movements, my buttocks bouncing up and down as his cock ravages me, his finger flying in and out of my ass faster now. Somehow, though, he still manages to resist my assault.
But not for long, that I can promise you.
He allows his finger to slide out of my ass as I go up to my feet, towering over him like the Queen of Wickedness. He looks at me with a grin on his face, sweat on his forehead, and I grab his hand.
“Lay down,” I whisper at him, my voice holding promises of pleasure. Like a good boy, he knows exactly what I tell him to, lying down on the cramped floor, his cock pointing up at me.
Guided by instinct, I immediately plant each feet on the side of his thighs. I squat down, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight up. I brush it against my pussy lips, his glans rubbing against all of my length, and only then do I go lower. I go as slow as I can, his shaft gently lodging itself inside of me. Then I start to jump and down over his cock, moving as fast as I can and pushing through my exhausted muscles. I might be tired, I might be spent, but I’m not a goddamn quitter. I will see this through.
It happens fast.
Before I know it, his cock starts to spasm and I feel a warmness inside of me. He starts to cum, his semen gushing inside of my pussy like a fountain, filling me to the brink and dripping down his cock. It goes on for what seems like forever, an endless torrent of thick cum inundating me as I finally ease myself down and stop moving, allowing myself to savor the sweet ecstasy that courses through us both. Still cumming, he hooks his fingers on my waist and thrusts upward. I let out a surprised moan as the tip of his cock goes as deep as possible, yanking one final orgasm out of my system. I lean forward, grabbing his ankles as flames of indescribable pleasure crash against my body and turn my mind into ashes.
I roll to the side, completely spent, and smile as I feel thick strands of cum dripping out of my pussy and down my legs. Looking at him, I realize he’s still cumming, thick strands of his white juices shooting up in the air.
He’s literally cumming in quarts.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper, and then I correct myself. “Come over me.” Gritting his teeth, he goes up to his feet, his cock spasming out of control. I kneel under him, opening my mouth and allowing his semen to coat my tongue. Filling my mouth to the brim, his cum starts dripping down my chin and onto my breasts. I grab his cock then, and I point it at my tits; his warm juices hit my skin in a heartbeat, completely covering both of my breasts.
Using both of my hands, I smear his fluids all over my chest, my fingers sliding easily over my skin. And still he keeps cumming, almost as if to confirm that this is, in fact, reality and not just a wild dream. Yes, this is very real. I’m fucking my stepson, someone deliciously younger than me. Don’t judge; being married to a man like Michael makes someone like Lance completely irresistible.
When his cock finally stops, I lock eyes with him, my lips curling into a devilish grin.
“I can’t leave here like this…” I tell him, still rubbing my own breasts with his cum. “You’ll have to take care of it now, Lance.” As if my words were a whip, he goes down to his knees in front of me.
“Did you think I wouldn’t take care of it…?” He presses his mouth against mine, and we kiss as if tomorrow would never come, swapping all of the cum in my mouth and letting it drip down both of our bodies. He sucks on my tongue, taking all the cum into his mouth, and then licks all the drops hanging on my lips. “I wouldn’t let you leave without tasting every single inch of your skin…”
He keeps going further down, his tongue following along the lines left by his semen. When he gets to my breasts, he takes his time, licking them eagerly, his tongue lapping at my cum-coated lips frenetically. I throw my head back as he runs both his lips and tongue all over my chest, scooping every last drop of cum into his mouth and licking me dry.
When he’s done with it, he reaches for my pussy, brushing two fingers against my folds and taking into his hand the cum I still have there; then, he takes his fingers to my mouth and presses them over my lips, thick drops of cum going down from his fingertips into my lips. I open my mouth and let him slide his long fingers in, sucking them dry. Slowly, he takes them out of my mouth, a delighted smile on his lips.
“You’re not done yet…”
“Who said I was?” Almost growling, he places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down onto the floor; he’s on me before I even know what he’s doing, his mouth hungrily pressed against my pussy. He devours me again, making sure that every single drop of cum in my body goes into his mouth.
When he takes his mouth off of my pussy, I’m grinning as if I were a young girl again. I sit up on the floor, my heart still racing, and look up at Lance..
“This was just...” he starts, the expression of ecstasy on his face somehow making him look even more handsome… and younger. I know exactly what he means, so I just nod, still breathing hard. His lips are still glistening from all of the cum he took in, a perfect memento of what we’ve just done. This was perfect, and wrong. Very, very wrong.
Oh, crap, what am I doing with someone so young? Someone who’s my stepson?
Well, I’ll tell you what I’m doing, hun. I’m living. The way I want to.
For the first time since I’ve been married, I’m doing something that makes me happy.
Lance
“Let me get another one, Mike,” I say to the bartender, holding out my pint glass and taking the final sip of the beer.
Fuck, I don't even know if the guy’s name is Mike still. I mean, the bartender behind the counter when I came in this afternoon was called Mike, but I can’t remember what he looks like now. I’ve been drinking pretty heavily, if you can’t fucking tell.
It’s now night, around 8 pm, and I’ve been here a few hours at the Village Pourhouse—a giant sports bar off Union Square. It gets a good NYU crowd, but more than that, the drinks are reasonably priced and people leave you alone if you just want to get blasted, watch television, and be by yourself.
And right now, the only two things I want in this fucking world are to drink to forget and be by myself.
Yeah, okay, I know this isn’t the best thing to be doing in the world. The media catches me getting wasted in a bar, they’re going to have a fucking field day.
But I fucking need this. I don’t care what the fuck is going on.
I mean, you would be doing a lot worse if you were in my shoes, okay. Don’t even try to fucking tell me that you would be all calm and collected after you ended up fucking the hottest girl you’d ever fucking met in the fitting room of a fucking Saks Fifth Avenue.
And not just any woman off the street.
No, that would make things too easy. Then it would just be sex—and hey, you know me, I’m cool with having just sex, remember?
No, this is going too fucking far.
This time I’ve crossed a line that I don’t think I can come back from.
This is my fucking stepmom we’re talking about here. Just recently married to my stepdad—the Mayor of New York City.
It’s not that I’m worried that I’m in trouble or anything. I mean, I’m not even fucking related to my dad, so there’s no way I’m related to her.
But the optics of this situation. She’s my dad’s wife. I have never, ever, ever had sex with a woman who has been in a relationship. I’ve never cheated on any woman I’ve been with and I’ve always drawn the line on sleeping with women who were in relationships.
I mean, look at me. This body gets me enough girls to fuck. I’m able to pick and fucking choose and till now I’ve always picked to not be a fucking home wrecker.
Until today. Until the hottest fuck
ing woman on the face of the planet threw herself at me with the power of a fucking tornado. I didn’t even have any free fucking will in this situation. It was almost like I was just there for the ride.
But afterwards, when my feet came back down to earth, I began to realize what I was doing. And now I get that what we did this afternoon—we can never do it again.
You got that right. You heard me. Look at my face. I’m fucking serious. I am never going to lay a hand on Jocelyn Anders. Ever again.
I slap my hand down on the bar, and immediately draw the looks of the bartender. But fuck it. I’m getting out of my seat and getting out of the bar, anyways.
It’s close to 9 pm by the time I get off the uptown 6 and walk the one block from the train to my dad’s townhouse. Most Mayors of New York City move into Gracie Mansion, the dwelling reserved for the person who wins the office. But my dad, Michael Anders, is different. First off, his townhouse that he owns on his own is much larger than Gracie Mansion. So it never made any sense for him to move. Secondly, the amount of money he makes on interest in one month from his inherited holdings is more than the annual salary of the position—so he basically only accepted $1 as a token salary four years ago.
I gotta hand it to the guy. He knew how to play the people and the media. Both events went down with great fucking fanfare and people looked at him as this benevolent leader. I think that's the image he was going for. And more than that, they looked at the fact that he wasn’t getting paid as a way to reinforce in their heads that he already had enough money that he wouldn't be swayed by any special interests.
That’s the kind of cunning mastermind I’m going up against if I keep fucking his wife.
But I don’t need to worry about that because I’m never doing something like that again.
I walk inside into the lobby of the townhouse and see Jocelyn walking up to meet me. She’s gotten home and she’s wearing a black skirt that comes five inches above her knees, showing off her fucking gorgeous legs. She’s got a silk blouse that's maybe one size too small, hugging her stomach and tits like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. To top it off, she’s got these pearl necklaces and when I see them, the only thing that goes through my fucking head is how much I’d love to cum on her neck and give her another fucking kind of pearl necklace.
