by Alexis Angel
“Lonely? You seem anything but lonely, Magnus.” She twirls the wine inside her glass, her eyes locked on mine, and I have to wait a few heartbeats before my brain starts to decode her words. “In fact, have you ever been alone? There’s always a woman hanging on your arm. Hell, more than one, sometimes.”
“What can I say?” I shrug, and then finish my wine. “Women are like a good wine. You can never have enough.”
“Maybe that’s because you’ve never come across a real woman.”
“Tell me where I can find one and I’ll gladly let you know how that goes,” I smile, leaning forward slightly, the scent of her perfume climbing up to my brain and making it boil.
She leans forward as well, and I can’t help but let my eyes fall from her full lips to her cleavage, the round swell of her breasts calling to me like a fucking drug.
“Maybe that real woman is off limits,” she says, lowering her voice, and I find my mouth going dry.
“And maybe I don’t have any limits,” I reply, even though I know I’m walking on the edge of a razor. Whatever I say, though, there are a few lines I won’t cross, and fucking my own stepdaughter is one of these lines. As long as this is just harmless fun, I’m happy to play along, but don’t think I’ll pull the fucking trigger.
“So I’ve heard. You really live life on your terms, don’t you? It must be nice,” she continues, but this time I notice a judgmental tone in her words.
“I live life on my terms, yeah. I don’t hide and run from who I am or what I want. That doesn’t mean I’m the monster some people think I am.”
“Then who are you, Magnus Davion?” she asks me, and the reply shapes itself up in my mouth before I can think of it.
“That’s for you to find out, isn’t it?” I say, and this time there’s no snappy comeback from her. She just gazes at me, a contemplative expression on her face, and then she bursts into a laugh.
“We’ll see about that,” she chuckles, biting down on her lower lip as a grin takes over her mouth. I look back at her, my heart giving up and picking up the pace. Warm blood rushes through my veins, and I feel my cock hardening under my boxer briefs.
Two words to the manager. That’s all it would take for me to empty the whole restaurant and have the room to myself. Two words to the manager and I could be alone with Penny in here. I can already imagine the straps of her dress falling down her shoulders as I kiss her neck from behind, my crotch pressed against her ass… Forget all about money and world peace; right now, the thing I want most in the world is to bend her over this table and have my way with her.
Here’s one thing you should know about me, though: I’m a man of my fucking word, and I promised myself this would be a family reunion, not a fucking date. And so I just laugh with her and finish my fucking dinner and wine.
All while trying to forget the raging hard-on inside of my pants.
Fuck, you know what? The moment I’m out of this place, I’m going to call those strippers from the other night, and ask them if they have any friends. Because, as it is, I doubt three strippers will be enough to sate my hunger. Maybe Penny’s right—maybe I’ve never come across a real woman.
After we finish dinner, I pick up the tab (despite Penny’s insistence we split it up), leave a large tip, and then we both leave.
“This was nice,” she smiles, taking her cellphone out of her purse. “We should do this again.” I see an Uber icon popping up on her cellphone screen and I reach for her phone, taking it out of her hands and close the app.
“You’re not taking an Uber. I’ll take you home.” She opens her mouth to protest, but I just throw her a look that says this isn’t up for debate and she remains silent. Half a minute after that and my limo halts right in front of us. Without waiting for the driver to get out, I open the door and step aside for Penny to get in. I settle in by her side and, the moment I lock the door behind me, the limo starts rolling down 7th Avenue.
“I’ve never been in a limo before,” Penny says, but what I hear is I’ve never fucked in a limo before. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Me either,” I say with a teasing smile, and she laughs and places her hand on my knee. My heart jumps hard, electricity spreading to my muscles and making me tense up like a nocked arrow.
She looks at me, her eyes slowly falling down to my lips, and I realize that I could have her now. Right fucking now. Just one kiss and there’d be no coming back. But I’m not going to fucking bend and break. She’s my fucking stepdaughter, and that’s a landmine field I don’t want to walk on.
I turn my gaze away from her, trying to calm myself down, and she takes her hand off of my knee, perhaps taking the hint. She then starts looking around the limo, playing with the buttons and displays just like a young kid would do. At the press of one button, a compartment opens up slowly and a small tray with champagne and two glasses slides out from a panel on the wall right by my side.
“Oh, champagne,” she cries out, getting up from her seat. She tries to sit on my other side, the one closest to the champagne compartment, but the limo suddenly jumps up and sways as it goes over a bump in the road.
Next thing I know, she’s on my lap, her ass pressed against my crotch.
“Oops,” she whispers, a devious grin on her lips. I’m not even fucking breathing anymore. Fuck that; I can’t even think. “Sorry,” she continues, without getting off of my lap. Instead, she sways her hips slightly, rubbing her ass against my cock as it stiffens up.
Instinct kicks in and, before I can stop myself, I place my hands on her waist. I exhale sharply, feeling my hard cock pressed tight between her ass cheeks, and I grit my teeth.
“Stop,” I manage to say, that simple word feeling like a brick inside my mouth. “Stop if you know what’s good for you.”
“Why?” she asks, turning around so that she’s facing me. Her lips are slightly parted, just like an invitation.
“If we do this, we’re fucked,” I say, my heart pounding against my ribcage. “I’m your dad.”
“Stepdad,” she corrects me, her voice wrapping itself around my brain and choking out all rational thought.
“We can’t. We --” she places her index finger over my lips, shutting me up, and her lips curl into the most sinful smile I’ve ever seen.
“We can, and we will,” she breaths out, the scent of her body driving me fucking crazy. Then, as an afterthought, she continues: “I’ve wanted this for too long.”
Fuck.
Penny
I know that it's wrong, trying to seduce my father. Sure, he's my stepfather. But ... well, even if it makes a difference, does it make enough of a difference? No one here needs to be the judge of that right now. I've got a fire in my stomach that is pushing me forward. That nagging thought in my brain that wanted me to resist? I've basically got lust in my stomach that's jumping up and down. You know, if something could actually be in my stomach and jump up and down on a thought I was having. Yeah.
The point is, my pussy is getting wetter by the second. It started out with just a little bit of dampness, but soon the wetness is going to soak into my thong. The moment I landed on his lap and felt his cock hardening against my ass, I knew there was no turning back from this. My body demands his.
I look at him—my stepfather—and I need him.
""I’m glad we’re here, daddy," I say, letting my words be sharp enough to sting us both. Let the flames of what's right, wrong, or otherwise just plain scandalous to sear right through us because my entire body knows right now that I want this. I inhale, running my tongue over my lips slowly, then closing my mouth and scraping my teeth over my lower lip. I look up at him and put on my most innocent look. "I'm so glad we..." I slide out from his lap and, sitting by his side, I scoot closer to him in the limo so our legs are pressed together, and I grip his thigh. "Reconnected," I finish my sentence, and look up into his eyes.
They narrow and take me in. Oh, there's no way that he doesn't know I'm hitting on him. I flirted all through d
inner. He tried to be good, but I know he wants me just as much as I want him. The man who painted a cheerleader with cum on a Jumbotron is being coy with me now. I know that there's a real beast beneath this princely facade, and I'm looking forward to breaking him free.
"You don't have to hold back," I say, purring against his cheek. I let my hand glide up higher. "I know you want to taste your daughter's lips on yours. You know that I want your mouth on mine. Why don't you give me a kiss?" My voice is breathy and needy. I can't help that every second he resists me, it only makes me want to play up this whole innocent little girl thing even more. If he isn't going to take one degree of bait, I mean, doesn't that point to me needing to up the ante even more? I'll turn up the temperature until it scorches us both.
Because then we'll both have what we want.
To get lost in each other and not care about anything but fucking each other.
I press my lips together and delete the modicum of space between us, kissing him on the cheek.
I feel Magnus's whole body stiffen and I know I must really be getting to him.
My hand is shivering—that's no act—as I slide up his thighs even more until I'm so close to touching the thing I've dreamed about for far too long. Magnus's magnum-sized cock is bulging from his trousers so lewdly that my curiosity is piqued more than ever before and I want to wrap my hand around it. I am close enough to feel the heat radiating from his dick, so grabbing it is so much closer now.
"Be careful, little girl, because you can't handle what you're asking for," Magnus says, his tone controlled. His words are measured and full of warning. I hear the tension. I hear him holding back.
Doesn't he know that's what I'm looking for right now? I don't want to think about what's right or wrong – hell, I don’t want to think at all. I want to be overwhelmed and give in to what my pussy wants, not what my brain complicates. Just for tonight.
"Is that so?" My hand hovers over his cock. Part of me wants to just grasp his cock and feel the power his tool can offer.
But when he issues the warning to me? It makes a woman like me decide to issue my own. I'm going to show him exactly what he'd be missing if he doesn't take what I'm looking to give tonight.
I pull my hand away, and I reach under the hemline of my dress, instead. I loop my thumbs into the sides of my thong and pull it down, shimmying out of them with more than a little fanfare. I hold them in front of us both so we see the wet v shape and the tiny seat where my pussy was, and when I follow his line of sight there, I lean over and sit those on his lap, right where that cock I'm dying to hold is.
I exhale and bring my finger under my dress. I run my finger up and down my slick folds, slowly, letting the sensation of the touch hitting my skin sink into my bones. I look him right in the eyes.
Magnus actually looks a little angry, and that's got to be a good sign. A sign that I am closer to getting what I want. Getting him to give in.
Spreading my thighs out so that my leg is on top of him a little bit, I work the stretchiness of my skirt. I slide one finger into my pussy, gasping at the feeling. I bring my thumb, up and down, on my clit, and I find a rhythm that makes my stomach go taut and thunders my pulse.
"Daddy," I moan out. "Daddy, you make me so horny," I whimper, laying my head on his shoulder and whimpering. "Don't make me touch my pussy all by myself. Don't you want to touch my pussy?"
Oh God! So I went for it. Like, what man would be able to resist you laying all over them and touching your pussy in front of them.
Well, a regular man couldn't resist this.
Magnus? I feel his body is still tense. It has nothing to do with him being prudish. I know better than that. So why isn't this working?
I slide another finger into my pussy, scissoring my fingers for a moment to stretch myself to accommodate them. Magnus could be stuffing me so full of his cock that I'd feel my inner walls shudder around him. I increase the pressure on my clit, squeezing my eyes shut and imagining his hands touching my pussy instead of mine. His fingers stroking me, instead of my own. I curl my fingers to stimulate my G-spot and inhale deeply the scent of him surrounding me. I bite my lip, squeeze my toes. My nerve endings all set on edge and the pleasure shoots through my body. Honestly, I can't believe how turned on I am right now. I am lost in the moment and somehow I lost my inhibitions because of it. My breathing quickens and I work up the strength to turn and face him. "You want me to cum for you, daddy?" I whimper out, but this time I'm not putting on any act. I want to look my stepfather in the eye and cum hard, my fingers in my pussy while I watch him watching me.
"Penny, I can't believe you're doing this. I'm trying to be a good ex-stepfather, whatever that is, and you're rattling a cage you won't want to have opened," Magnus says with a growling undercurrent in his voice.
"But don't I, Magnus? Don't I want to know what it would be like if you put your hands on me, even though it's so damn wrong, so naughty ... don't you want a dangerous thrill, just for tonight?" My breathing is labored and I'm pumping my fingers into my pussy even faster now. "I don't want to cum on my fingers. I wanna cum on your cock, daddy," I moan out, my thumb on my clit maddening me with desire.
"Fuck, put your damn legs together and stop this!" Magnus says with more than a hint of danger in his voice. A thousand matches struck, that's the fire in his voice. I actually drag my finger down my clit and my knees start to close a little, just hearing his authoritative voice commands me like that.
But, no, that's not how this is happening. I want him, and if he's not going to touch me, I'm going to think about him touching me and stroke my own pussy. I'm thinking about him, how broad his shoulders are. I'm leaning against one now, but I want to see what it looks like beneath his shirt, muscles tensing on his upper arms. They are bulging outlines beneath the shirt, but I want them bared...as he draws a hand out. I can tell he’s going to smack my ass for being so bad.
I love it.
"If I'm being so bad, Daddy, are you going to spank me?" I say, whimpering.
Something changes. It's as if thunder crackles through the air, the stark difference is so striking. Magnus's hand circles around my wrist, and he pulls my fingers from my pussy. I groan out at the emptiness I feel. Him taking my hand away takes my breath away.
Magnus balls up my panties from his lap and shoves them into my mouth.
"You wanna be a bad girl, Penny? I know what to do with bad girls. I tried to warn you." His voice vibrates through my body with his dark promise.
“Yes, daddy, I wanna be so bad with you,” I say, except the panties in my mouth make my words a little jumbled. Somehow, the scent and flavor of my own pussy makes me even wetter.
“Your naughty pussy, you stroked it right in front of your stepfather and you were about to cum? You aren’t going to cum until you’ve been properly punished. This is going to take a while. You are not to cum until I give you permission.”
Magnus is a whole new man now. All the tension has left his body. His cock is hard as steel, pressing against my ass right now and making me want to yelp with need. I mean, his cock is pulsing so hard against my flesh, his long inches igniting a fire so fierce that I just want to moan and scream my head out.
Of course, any sound that I make is muffled by my wet panties in my mouth. I feel chastised already, and instead of feeling shy or embarrassed…I'm thrilled. Yes, thrilled that he’s going to unleash whatever he’s been holding back all this time. Magnus didn’t want to act on what was happening between us, but now he has to. I pushed him, and I’m so eager for the push back.
I inhale, breathing in the musky taste and scent of my own arousal, exhale.
Magnus presses his fingers into my thighs, running his fingers up my thighs. When he reaches the fabric of my skirt, he bunches it all up on my stomach. The pressure of the fabric against my belly makes the heat pooling there even more intense, which I didn’t think was possible.
Until his palms flatten on the inner sides of each of my thighs. He spreads them apa
rt and time stops for me…slowing to a standstill.
I was about to cum on my hand before, but that’s nothing compared to the feel of him spreading me apart for whatever he’s going to unleash.
“Keep these spread for me,” Magnus says. He pulls the panties from my mouth and shoves them into a compartment in the limo.
Well, I guess I’m not getting those back. I want to say something about how naughty he is for keeping his daughter’s panties. But I’m too paralyzed with lust. All I manage to do is respond to his command. “Yes, daddy,” I say. My voice is small now, not because I’m toying with him.
No, my voice is small now because he’s toying with me.
God, being his toy now awakens something deep within me that turns me on in ways I didn’t know I could be turned on.
Magnus trails his fingers up until they meet at my pussy. He dips his fingers in and feels just how wet I am, swirling my arousal around my pussy lips.
I shiver, I shake, I can’t help but react to his fingers on my pussy, lighting me on fire with lust. But I keep my thighs spread like he told me to.
"I'm going to spank that naughty pussy," Magnus says with an exhale. He's excited to be doing this. I think about his warnings, now, and I shiver.
He's going to hit me...there? Oh god, I knew Magnus was a kinky motherfucker. Well now he's about to be a kinky daughter fucker and nothing can prepare me for this. I'm shaking, forcing myself not to move my thighs. I'm already getting one punishment. I don't need to go and earn another because I disobeyed and moved my thighs. Even though I'm terrified, I'm also exhilarated. My pussy is so wet that I feel my juice run down my pussy lips and drip down my ass, and onto Magnus's lap. He must be noticing it too. I felt it sliding out of me and it got me all sticky with my lust.
Magnus's eyes capture mine, and he raises his hand, waving those fingers at me slowly. Then, he slaps it down, closing the space between us and smacking my pussy. My clit twitches. The wet sound in the air is so taboo, I almost taste it. Daddies give spankings...and my stepdaddy is spanking my pussy. He does it again and my thighs give out and slam together in reaction, for just a second. I pull them back apart quickly but it's already too late.
