by Dark Angel
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 David like this forever. It may be taboo, wrong, and downright filthy to fuck my stepson 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, "David, I feel you. Come with me," I moan out, already coming back to him to keep kissing him.
"Yes, Christina, 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. David 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.
David 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 stepson...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.
"You can always call me, Christina. For...anything," David 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.
David 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 coming 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," David 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, David," 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, David," I say. 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, David," 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.
David finishes washing my hair and pulls it all together in a makeshift ponytail. Handle, if you will. "You want me in all your holes," David says with a throaty chuckle. "That's music to my ears, Christina. 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. You’re fucking perfect for me" 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. David 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. David 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 come because that's how much I really do crave my David 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.
David cups my chin, groaning low in his throat, “I’m coming. Drink me up, Christina.” The way he moans my name makes me shiver. I slide David’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 David 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.
I love being so naughty with my stepson. I know I shouldn’t, but at this point, I think I crave him more than I crave the air I breathe. I feel so satisfied and free with him…I honestly can’t imagine life without him. And when I called, him came. He didn’t ask why I was in Vegas. He didn’t ask me why I was upset. Not when he saw that what I really needed was him.
Pretty sure that’s love, on both our ends—him for coming, and me for wanting him to come. And I’m starting to become more and more okay with that because I can’t imagine see my life being worth anything without him.
24
Christina
I drive to Frankie’s Tiki Bar, a favorite meeting spot located off of the Las Vegas strip and away from the throng of tourists. I promised to meet Thomas for a drink and discuss the night's new client. I tried to leave this business behind for good last night, but ultimately changed my mind. After encountering one asshole client who refused to pay her in full, having second thoughts about continuing in this line of work, it feels surreal to be going to discuss another John. But this is my life now, and I can’t actually say that I don
’t like it.
I enter the dark, smoky room of the bar. A steady stream of exotica, grind, surf, and garage rock play from the jukebox, and I find Thomas sitting in his usual booth at the back of the bar, deep into his second drink, the rings on his fingers clinking against his glass.
"Just enough primitive with a splash of kitsch," he says when I approach. "This place is the perfect escape. Just look at these tikis. Do you agree?"
I nod. ”What are you drinking?" I ask as I slip into the booth.
"This here is the Nakalele Knockout," he replies, twirling his green swizzle stick with a plastic head on its tip. "It's a drink that is supposed to pay tribute to the thousands of Hawaiian human sacrifices. You drink your first cocktail, and then you count your blessings, and then you drink your second cocktail, and you start to count your steps or fall into your own fiery pit."
Thomas laughs, twisting his swizzle stick and continues, "Are you ready to sacrifice your body tonight, Chris?"
I light a cigarette and allow the smoke to curl around my face. I give him a long, hard gaze and say, "No more bullshit clients, Thomas. I can't go through that again."
"I'll think you'll be pleasantly surprised tonight," he replies with a shrug.
"Why is that?" I ask, raising one eyebrow.
"Because Mr. M has requested your company," Thomas says and smiles.
I let myself remember my last meeting with Mr. M. He is the only client allowed to touch me, and he’s the only one that I want to. He owns a palatial home, if it could even be described as a home—it was more like a mansion, with an olympic sized pool, and tennis courts, and a place where he threw parties with some of Las Vegas's wealthiest men. He is an alpha male who knows what he wants and when he wants, and he carries himself with a great deal of confidence. What he desires, he gets, without exception. There is something that I find irresistible in his personality and achingly familiar. I feel like if I am able to see his face, I’ll know him. Like…honestly, he makes me think of my darkest desires with David, crazy as that sounds. David left right before I went to see Mr. M, and that’s because he had to get back to Stanford.
I feel a twinge of guilt inside me now. I think I’m falling for David, to be honest, so why do I have to have such strong feelings for Mr. M, too, whatever those feelings are. I don’t know and I don’t know if I want to explore them. Why do I have to gravitate toward the two most inappropriate relationships in my life, my stepson and my client? I just don’t see either road ending well for me, yet I seem to want to bang my head against the wall for both of them and see what desires and longings stick. How do I manage this without getting hurt?
"Well, I better get ready for the evening," I say, almost too eagerly. "I'll let you know how it goes. If there is even the scent of trouble, you'll be hearing from me."
"Don't go falling for your clients," Thomas laughs, seeing right through my words and knowing the conflict that is probably radiating off me at this point. "Because that's nothing but trouble."
I give him a final wink and leave, but I’m grateful that Thomas truly does seem to look out for me. I think about telling him so now, but maybe I need to not sound so desperate so soon after I threatened to quit the whole business.
25
Christina
I get ready for Mr. M, but for some reason, I’m thinking about David. Okay not for ‘some’ reason. I know why. I love David. I might love Mr. M, I might just crave him. But I never want to have to choose. But with everything that David has said to me, I think that when David finds out what I do, he’ll have something to say about it.
It’s no longer a question about doing this to feel desirable and free.
It’s no longer about money.
It’s about who I love. Versus who I crave.
What am I going to do?
I think this is going to come to a head soon.
And then everything I think rolls out the window.
David is standing at the door of my hotel room and he’s holding the Mr. M blindfold.
Oh.
My.
God.
He’s got a smirk on his face.
I know that he isn’t just here and he doesn’t just have that. I know now that David is Mr. M. Everything that I might have been confused about doesn’t matter anymore because there has only ever been one man for me. He throws the blindfold behind me and looks at me like he’s about to kiss me.
I put my hands up. “David, how…why?” I know what I just saw. But knowing it and accepting it? Totally two different things.
He cocks his head to the side. “I didn’t want to take away the first time you were on your own two feet. You were actually happy,” David says.
I hear how defensive he’s getting. “I…” I’m about to say that I’m not mad…but even if I’m not angry, I don’t know what to think. I step back, putting my hands down and ball up my fists, clenching them and unclenching them.
“Christina,” David says my name and he strokes my cheek.
I’m stunned for moment. I don’t say anything, knowing it will make him talk. Give someone silence, and they’ll ache to fill it. I don’t know what to say, so let’s see what he does.
David cups my face. “I know you liked it,” he says.
That kills my silent streak right there. “Me enjoying something is not an excuse,” I say, pulling his hand away from my face. I take another step back. “You lied to me. You teased me as Mr. M and you like courted me or something as yourself—”
“Courted?” David laughs.
I point a finger at him and press it right on his nose. “Don’t mock me right now,” I warn him.
David grabs my wrist, stroking my skin softly.
“And don’t distract me,” I say, scrunching my nose up at him. “‘Fess up, when did you know?”
David opens his mouth and I walk away, grabbing my phone. “Actually,” I say, putting my finger against his lips to shut him up. “I’m calling Thomas,” I tell him.
David laughs nervously.
Good, he needs to sweat a little.
“Hey, Chris!” Thomas says, and I can tell he’s in a good mood. “I don’t need to verify what you and Mr. M are doing, you know?”
“Very funny,” I say. “Did you know Mr. M was my stepson?” I have no time for small talk right now.
“He paid me a lot of money to not know much,” Thomas replies.
“Thanks,” I say, hanging up the phone and tossing it behind me. Let it lie with the blindfold right now because David needs to explain this.
“What did you pay Thomas?” I ask.
“How much?” David says. He puts his arms on my shoulders.
“No, no…what did you pay him for?” I give him a stern look but I don’t move his hands.
David’s eyes narrow, looking into mine, and I know that he understands that he’s misstepped. Doesn’t mean he’s getting off too easy. He needs to sweat some more. Even if he solved my last remaining dilemma in my life, I don’t need him to feel the relief I will…when I know the truth.
“I paid him to stop letting clients fuck you…I wanted you all to myself. But I didn’t want to take away your life. I also became your client because I wanted to enjoy your new life with you, and because it was hot seeing you become a perfect whore for me,” David says.
I don’t flinch at the word ‘whore’ and I shouldn’t — I was a whore, and I enjoyed it.
“You know you don’t get to take on alternate personas and strong arm my career and shit, right?” I laugh. “I mean, I wasn’t just your whore, you know,” I tell him.
“I do, and I do…” David says, his words cautious.
“I don’t think you do, at least the part where you realize you pulled strings on my life and that’s not okay—”
“You weren’t going to let me take care of you. So I did the best I could. Part of me knew it was fucked up, but I couldn’t resist you,” David says, and the passion in his voice making my pulse quicken.
My throa
t tightens. In my whole life, no one has ever truly taken care of me. I don’t even know if I would have let David…I mean, I knew I wasn’t going to contest the will. I never would have asked David for money. I would rather prostitute myself than doing that. Tears well up in my eyes and I turn around. I don’t want David to see my reaction, and I realize it is because I don’t want him to see how vulnerable this has made me.
That’s why when he puts his arm around me and pulls me to him, I don’t pull away. I don’t want to. I want him to hold me like it is now.
When his eyes capture mine, I see the man that took care of me, the man that went to any lengths for me to be happy, thrilled, satisfied beyond any amount I’d ever been before.
“Can you forgive me?” David asks, his voice husky, his fingers brushing my hair from my face.
“Yes,” I say, definitively knowing that I love David more than I have ever loved anyone in my life. Knowing that I want to be his forever.
26
Christina
I part my lips slightly, my tongue reaching for his and dancing in slow soft circles around it. His hands are on my waist, his long fingers firmly planted on my hips. We kiss in abandonment, my fingers running through his hair and disheveling it as my heart starts beating faster and faster. I let my hands fall down to the side of his face and I trace the hard lines of his jaw, the warmness on his skin calling to me.
“I want you. Right now,” he suddenly says, taking one hand to my neck and yanking on my hair, forcing my head back. I open my eyes, locking them on his, and I stop breathing for a whole second as he continues. “I never wanted anyone as bad as I want you, Christina. I knew what you were doing…but I want you all to myself.”
