by Abby Angel
“Now that’s one hell of a toy,” I hear Drake say, but I’m so lost in the sensations flooding my brain that I can barely comprehend what he’s saying. I open my eyes and take a deep breath as the last waves of pleasure wash over me; reaching for the bullet, I pull it out easily and then just throw it on top of the table, my fluids coating it.
“C’mere,” Drake whispers, offering me his hand. I grab it, allowing him to pull me up to my feet, and then he just crushes his mouth against mine. We kiss in abandonment, and I’m so wet right now that wearing underwear is simply uncomfortable.
“I want you to fuck me hard, daddy,” I tell Drake, pulling back from his kiss and looking into his eyes. His only reply is a grin, and then he takes both his hands to my shoulders and pushes the straps of my dress down my arms. The front of my dress droops over my chest, baring the outer edge of my bra.
The moment Drake’s eyes wander to the curve of my breasts, it’s as if he goes mad: he tugs on my dress almost too violently, sending it flying down to my ankles. I step out of the bunched up fabric, and then he’s on me: he grabs me by the waist and, forcing me to turn around, pins me against the wall once more.
His fingers trail down from my shoulders to the clasp of my bra, and he unhooks it with a deft movement. This time moving more slowly, he pushes the straps of my bra down my arms and takes it off me, allowing it to fall to the floor. I press my forehead against the wall and sigh as he runs his hands over my stomach, slowing down when his fingertips patiently hike down the curve of my bare breasts.
“Yes, daddy…” I moan as he pinches my right nipple between his thumb and index finger, the pressure of his fingers intensifying until my moan turns into a quivering whisper of pleasure.
“I’m going to take good care of you, Natalie…” he whispers into my ear, his words like spears stabbing into my brain. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand afterward,” he promises me, and I can’t wait for him to make good on that promise.
“Do it,” I exhale, and he pinches my nipple harder, silencing me at once.
“Oh, I’ll do it… Don’t you doubt it,” he continues, placing his other hand on my stomach and sliding it down until the tip of his fingers meet my thong. He flattens the palm of his hand against the drenched fabric, and I let out another moan, this one louder than the ones before. Just by the way he’s touching me, I can tell that this is a man who knows what he’s doing.
Sliding his hand under my thong, he caresses my pussy lips gently, tracing the length of my pussy with them.
“You’re so fucking wet, I love that,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear as they move. Then, without any kind of warning at all, Drake pushes his middle finger inside my aching pussy, sliding it in all the way.
I gasp as I feel his finger sliding inside me, his fingertip going straight to my G-spot. He presses hard on it, and my gasp turns into a surprised scream; most men don’t even know where the clitoris is, let alone the G-spot. But then again, Drake is not most men, that much is for sure.
Pressing on that sweet spot hidden inside of me, he uses his thumb to caress my clit, and then he starts flicking his wrist gently. I ball my hands into fists and, keeping them pressed against the wall, I jut my ass back and against Drake. With his shaft squeezed tight between my ass cheeks, I start moving my body in a flowing motion, grinding against him.
He responds to the movement of my body with an easy reply: he starts working on my pussy faster, the pressure of his fingers growing and making my movements more and more erratic. I feel his shaft pulsing against my ass, and that makes me close my eyes and imagine how it’ll feel once he’s inside of me. If he can get inside of me, that is; I’m not sure if a cock as big as his is going to fit inside my pussy. But I’m more than willing to find out.
“Don’t—don’t stop,” I groan, feeling slight spasms taking over my pussy. My inner walls become tighter in a heartbeat and, noticing it, he starts rubbing on my G-spot and clit more fiercely. His fingers work their magic on me, and it all happens in a fraction of a second; I lose control of my body and, pressing my forehead against the wall so hard I might crack my skull, I moan as loud as I can and come.
Electricity rages through my muscles, making them twitch so hard I’m pretty sure I’m going to be sore in the morning. But it’s all for a good cause.
I thrust back against him as I come, pushing all my weight against his cock. His shaft is like a steel rod between my ass cheeks, and I move my body up and down, stroking him with my ass.
“Ready for the main course?” he whispers, suddenly taking one step back. I take a deep breath and, after steadying myself, I turn on my heels to face him. I offer him a teasing smile and, grabbing his cock with both hands, pull him into me.
“What do you think?” I purr, letting go of his cock so that I can run both of my thumbs on my thong. Swaying my hips from side to side, I push my wet thong down my legs and, the moment the fabric touches the floor, Drake closes the distance between us and presses his body against mine.
“I think you can’t handle me,” he tells me, his smart eyes burning into mine.
“You’re all confused, daddy,” I shoot back, the words flowing easily from between my lips. “You’re the one who can’t handle me,” I continue, placing both my arms over his shoulders and jumping into him, trusting that he’s going to grab me. And that’s exactly what he does; his hands fly to my ass and he picks me up, the tip of his cock brushing against my soaking pussy.
“There’s only one way to find out,” he grins as I lace my legs behind his back, anticipation making my heart beat faster.
“I agree.”
Grinning, Drake uses one hand to grab his cock and places its tip right between my pussy lips. All he needs to do now is to thrust but, instead, he just holds his position.
“You want it bad, don’t you?” he asks me, his grin widening.
“I do,” I reply, moving my hips and trying to force his cock to slide inside my pussy. It slides just one inch in, but it’s enough for me to have a taste of what’s to come. Oh, this is going to be far better than anything I could’ve imagined, and I have a very restless imagination.
“OH GOD!” I breathe out as he thrusts without warning. I moan, my voice so high-pitched I’m surprised not a single window has cracked. His shaft slides deep inside my pussy, fighting against my inner walls as it goes in and, for a moment, it’s almost like his whole length is made of fire and not of flesh. A burning sensation spreads outward from my pussy and it engulfs everything in me, scorching every single nerve ending and making my brain boil inside my skull.
“Still think you can handle me?” he asks me again, his cock filling me so perfectly I think I can feel his pulse.
“Of course,” I somehow manage to say, the muscles in my throat struggling to get the words out. Without bothering to reply, he slowly slides his cock out of me, but that only to thrust again, this time harder than before. He starts pistoning into me like that, slowly moving out and then giving me all his fury when he thrusts, and I can’t help but to scream.
Even though my eyes are wide open, I can’t see a thing. Right now, my brain is too busy trying to process the gigantic cock filling me, and it seems that it has shut down all other functions. Each time Drake thrusts I fall deeper into that unconscious abyss; the first thing to go was my sight, and now it’s my cognition, and I don’t know if I’m going to come or pass out first.
I’ve never felt anything quite like this. Remember when I told you that my toys are better than a real cock? Yeah, you can forget about that. Nothing beats this. Nothing. It seems that, after all, men like this really exist. I’m just glad they’re a rare breed, or else no one would buy my toys.
I open my mouth to say something but, like a fish out of the water, I just close it again, the words lost in a deep corner of my mind. Digging my fingernails into the muscles of his back, I feel my whole body tensing up as a tidal wave of ecstasy grows on that unconscious horizon. Tha
t electric fire inside of me has spun out of control, and I’m actually afraid that this orgasm is simply going to be too much; maybe I can’t handle him after all. But if I can’t, who can?
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” I don’t even finish my sentence. My words drift into the air as a scream explodes between my lips, a violent orgasm shaking me to the very core. It feels like a thousand needles are pricking my skin, stabbing my skin with pleasure over and over again.
I let my head fall and, with my forehead pressed against one of his shoulders, I scream for God knows how long. I scream until my throat becomes raw, and then I scream some more for good measure. My fingernails are buried so deep into his skin that I must’ve drawn blood by now, but it’s not like he cares; he just keeps on thrusting viciously, fucking me through the best orgasm of my life.
Oh, yeah, make no mistake about it; this is definitely the best orgasm of my life. If I could make a toy that produced orgasms such as these, I’d be a billionaire in under twelve hours.
“Fuck,” I exhale, breathing so hard it’s a wonder my lungs are still functioning. “This was… something else.”
“This? This was just the warm-up,” Drake says, putting me down on the floor. I wobble as my feet touch the floor, my legs weak from that raging orgasm, and I have to grab him by the shoulders to steady myself. Warm-up? Is he for real? If that was warm- up, I better dial 911 right now, because there’s no way I’m going to survive something even more intense than that last orgasm.
“Unless you want me to stop,” he adds, perhaps noticing the look of pure awe on my face.
Ah, fuck it.
“No, I want more,” I tell him, “I want much more.” When you have a man like this in front of you, his cock hard and ready to give you the fucking of your life, it’d be a sin to stop. And I hate sinning. Except when it comes to fucking my stepdad, I guess.
“You’re a brave one,” he chuckles, turning his back to me and walking to my work table. He glances at some of the toys I have lined up there, and then he grabs a pair of nipple clamps and dangles it in front of my face. “Let’s see exactly how brave,” he grins, opening the clamps and reaching for my nipples with them.
I grit my teeth as the clamps bite down on my nipples, pinching my tender tips hard. I look into his eyes, noticing the expression of savage lust on his face, and then I act on pure instinct. I turn my back to him, place both of my hands on the wall, and then bend over, offering him a nice view of both my ass and pussy.
“Fuck, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” he tells me, coming up to me and brushing the tip of his fingers over the curve of my ass cheeks. He runs one finger over my ass crack, but then he takes both his hands off of me, as if he suddenly remembered something.
I look to the side just in time to see him reach for bullet I used moments ago. He picks it up with two fingers, looks at it curiously for a second, and then presses its tip against my asshole. Oh, fuck. I’m not sure if I’m capable of handling this. Nipple clamps and the bullet? These are not just any toys, mind you; these are two prototypes that blow everything else out of the water. Each one of them, by themselves, are capable of driving a woman truly mad; when combined, they’re a weapon of mass pleasure.
To top it all off, I think he’s going to fuck me while using the toys. Dear Lord, prepare a bunk bed for me, for I’m on my way.
“Feels good?” he asks me, sliding the bullet inside of my ass. The moment it’s halfway inside of me, its sleek body starts to buzz, and I know it has just paired wirelessly with the nipple clamps. They start to vibrate at the same time, and the pleasure is so intense that I become lightheaded; my arms grow weak suddenly, and instead of using my hands for support, I have to place my forearms on the wall.
“Yeah, I bet it feels good,” Drake replies to his own question, an eager melody to his voice. He squeezes my ass cheeks as the bullet continues to vibrate, and then he grabs his cock and pushes it down; he places it right between my legs, his shaft pressing upward against my pussy lips, and then he starts rubbing his length back and forth over my wetness.
“Oh God,” I moan, my voice quivering. I don’t even know what to say right now. The clamps are hurting me, biting deep into my flesh, but the pleasure they produce is so intense that it’s unreal. At the same time, the bullet keeps on vibrating harder and harder, its rhythm become so fierce that it seems even my own brain is vibrating inside my skull.
I come like that; Drake hasn’t even slid his cock inside my pussy and I’m already screaming like a banshee, the fires of hell devouring every shred of sanity that ever existed in me.
“So good… It feels so good…” I pant as I feel my insides burning, the orgasm pulling me down into the depths of pleasure land. And that’s when Drake thrusts; he angles his cock slightly upward and, with one hard thrust, it parts my folds and goes all the way inside my pussy.
I go on tiptoes as his enormous length pierces me, and the scream that leaves my mouth is so intense that I become dizzy for a few seconds. Without even letting me catch my breath, Drake digs his fingers into my ass cheeks and starts to ram his cock into me violently, the sound of his thighs smacking my ass filling my entire apartment.
“As hard… as hard as you can,” I tell him, somehow finding a hidden reserve of strength; I start thrusting back at him, my whole body moving in a flowing motion as I match the coming and going motion of his cock. The sound of flesh on flesh grows even louder, and I simply lose all control.
“Fuck me as hard as you can, daddy. My pussy is now yours,” I find myself saying, and that drives him completely mad: he takes his hands to my waist and, grabbing me by the hips, he starts to thrust so fiercely that I have to make one mighty effort not to crash against the wall.
“That’s it…” I urge him, having no idea how I’m getting the words out. He’s not fucking me right now, he’s ravaging me, destroying my pussy with such a fury that I don’t even know if I’ll ever be able to use it again. I know that women can push a baby out without causing major damage, but Drake’s cock is so huge that it has me doubting the healing capabilities of the human body. I mean, there’s only so much a woman can take.
Drake’s cock, the clamps, the bullet—it’s all too much, and there’s no other option left for me except to come my brains out. Which is exactly what happens.
“FUCK!” I shout at the top of my lungs, my scream sounding like the cry of some wild beast. “FUCK,” I repeat, my consciousness stretched so thin that I don’t even what’s real and what’s not. Pleasure spreads from my nipples, ass, and pussy to the rest of my body, infusing every single cell with a sensation so wild and intense that it’s a miracle I still haven’t passed out.
And Drake keeps on pounding me; even though I’m coming so hard that I might melt away, he hasn’t stopped thrusting. In fact, I’d say he’s going at it even harder, if that’s possible. His thrusts are so fast that I can’t even tell when he’s going in or out of me; all I know is that he’s ravaging me like no has ever done. And it’s simply glorious.
“Oh God, oh God, OHMYGOD!” I blurt out, another orgasm exploding on top of the last one. My muscles are no longer spasming; they’re shaking so intensely that it looks like I’m having a seizure. And I guess I am having a seizure, to be honest; what I’m experiencing right now is so outside the realm of what I thought to be possible that I don’t know any other word to label it.
“Seems like you were woman enough for me, after all,” I hear Drake say, but his voice seems like it’s coming from some far corner of the universe. Finally, he stops moving, slowing down thrust by thrust, and then he pulls his cock out of me. I collapse on the floor almost immediately.
I reach for the clamps and, with trembling fingers, I take them off my nipples. I go for the bullet and pull it out from my ass, and only then do I take a deep breath, sitting up on the floor and leaning back against the wall.
“Am I still alive?” I ask him, forcing my eyes open and looking up at him like an idiot.
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br /> “You’re still alive,” he responds with a smile, the shadow of his huge mast falling over my face. Allowing instinct to take the steering wheel, I go up to my knees and grab his cock with both my hands. I start stroking him immediately, moving my hands back and forth over his shaft; the rhythm starts slow, but it’s only a matter of seconds until I’m stroking him so fast that the muscles in my arms and shoulders complain from the effort.
“Now here’s your reward,” I tell him, leaning in and using my tongue to jab at the tip of his cock. “I want you to come in my mouth,” I say, and then just wrap my lips around his cock. This time I give him my all, bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can right from the start. I use one hand to stroke him while I suck, and I take the other one to his balls, caressing them as I drive him to the edge of pleasure.
The moment I feel the first spasm of his cock, I realize that having him come in my mouth is a mistake. Well, a delicious mistake, actually; throbbing violently, he gushes a stream of warm semen into my mouth, and all it takes is a mere second for him to fill me up to the brim. Cum drips out of my mouth, drops making their way down my chin, and he still keeps on cumming.
I move back, popping his cock out of my mouth, and a thick strand of semen hits me straight in the face. I close my eyes by instinct, and swallow the cum inside my mouth at the same time, the saltiness of it burning its way down my throat. The moment that’s done, I open my mouth and throw my head back, allowing him to empty his load all over my face, which he does more easily than I thought.
He covers my face with his seed with two spasms of his cock, and then I just grab it and angle it down; he keeps on gushing his load, but this time it hits me in the chest, large gooey strands sliding down my breasts and making their way onto my stomach.
“Fuck,” he groans, looking at me with a wild smile. I might've had the best sex of my life, but something tells me that the same is valid for him. I don’t know if this has anything to do with the forbidden aspect of fucking someone in your family, but the sex we had was on a whole other level. If the Greek gods were real, I doubt their sex would be half as good as ours.
