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 dinner. 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 apart 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.

"Tsk, tsk," Magnus says. The wicked grin spreading across his gorgeous face tells me that he doesn't mind that I've disobeyed. At least, he's not disappointed. He's delighted.

I watch him twist his hand around so fast, his two middle fingers sinking into my pussy.

Instinctually I clench my pussy walls around his fingers. A low groan builds in my throat and escapes my lips to be transfigured into a yelp.

His other hand comes down and spanks my clit.

Magnus stuffs his fingers in my pussy and smacks my clit, doing both so fast that the sensory overload threatens to make me cum right now. I'm close, but even with this speed and this sensation, the orgasm is just out of reach.

Which is good, because he told me that I wasn't to cum yet. That I wouldn't for a while. And I really, really want to discover what Magnus has in store for me. Even though I want to be good now, and take my bad girl punishment, I'm struggling. I reach my hands out and grip his legs underneath me, trying to breathe.

"No one's ever showed you what a bad girl gets, have they?" Magnus asks with a dark laugh that draws me in. Oh god, yes, I want him to show me everything and more. No matter how conflicted I feel about anything, sign me the fuck up for anything that involves how wet my pussy is right now.

Seriously, it's as if someone turned on the horny faucet down there and I'm gushing with how much I need him. If the pre-cum is like this, what will the cum be like when I finally get to orgasm? I'll need to hit my water bottle extra tomorrow.

"You can't hold on tight enough for how hard I'm going to fuck you," Magnus growls, and he slides two more of his fingers into my pussy and pumps even harder and faster into me. The hand smacking my clit comes down and applies pressure to it and my stomach.

Oh God, how am I supposed to keep from cumming when he's pressing buttons that I didn't even know I had?

My pussy is clamping down on his fingers. I'm trying hard to breathe. I'm digging my fingers into his pants so hard. It's taking so much of my strength not to cum that I'm sweating. I feel my whole body dusted with a sheen of the sweat it takes to keep from cumming when your stepfather decides that if you're going to tease him, he's going to tease you.

"Daddy, please," I whimper out. "I can't hold back much longer, you're..." I can't finish that sentence because as soon as the words start, his fingers end.

The pleasure that brought me so close to the edge? It crashes around me. He lifts me up with one hand and tears his trousers to release his cock with the other. I gasp as I watch his cock spring free, his shaft so long that feel my insides clench as I imagine it sliding inside of me. Is it even possible? I’ve never seen a cock as a big as this, for God’s sake! Believe me when I say it: he’s gotta be at least twelve inches long.

With his fingers curled tight around his cock, he pulls the head down to stroke through my pussy folds, just a few maddening seconds, and then Magnus presses the head to my pussy opening.

Magnus slams me down on his cock all the way. It's like something out a movie where they drop a rock and it keeps falling down the hole, they don't know how long it goes on? I thought I knew how long my pussy went, but after how deep his massive cock gets inside of me, when he's fully inside of me I scream. I scream so loud, the sound bunching up in my throat and strangling its way out. I feel my pussy stretching with all the monster cock he's impaled me with; he's split me in half.

Magnus grabs my wrists and holds them behind my back, making my breasts arch out in front of him. "You like Daddy's cock deep inside of you?" he growls.

He doesn't wait for me to answer.

As if I could! He holds onto my arms and Magnus pumps me up and down on him, hard. He fucks into me so deep and so hard I'm drowning in my own moans. There's a piercing pressure in my stomach, a heat boiling inside me now. No cock has ever felt so good. My eyes are rolling back in their orbits and I'm shaking on him. My pussy walls are tight around him and squeezing him. My body is burning with lust, with need, with the fury building inside of me.

Daddy knows goddamn best. No man has fucked me like this. I feel like my pussy was made to take his cock. No way that any other cock could fill me up so perfectly and make my body come undone like this. My breathing is staccato bursts of moans and sighs. Little whimpers.

I'm literally fucked out of my mind. Magnus slams me down unrelentingly and builds up the pressure within my body and I don't shoot back to reality until I feel my orgasm right on the edge of exploding through me.

"Daddy, please," I whimper out. I'm desperate to cum. I'm so close. But I need to be good.

I remember begging is what got me his cock in the first place. I'm so confused, do I beg for more or stop?

"Oh, you want me to let you cum, baby girl? Pretty Penny, should I let you cum on my cock?" Magnus asks.

I can tell that there's more to this question than I know, but I'd sell my soul to cum right now. So I might as well! "Yes, please, please Daddy," I beg. I've got no shame right now. I can't think about anything except how much I need to cum, and for some reason I don't fathom why I need his permission. Like, I know we are playing a game, but it feels so serious. I want to follow this rabbit hole wherever it leads.

"You may cum all over this cock, princess, and then you're gonna lick it off while I cum in your mouth. But I'm going to fuck you a lot more before that happens. You prepare that cream for your dessert, Penny," Magnus says, and he brings his lips to my throat. He closes around my neck, kissing at first and then releasing my arms to bring his hands to my breasts. Magnus squeezes them hard and that rough touch sets off the trigger. I feel the orgasm building within me finally crest over the edge. I'm cumming. I'm cumming more than I ever have in my life, with such intensity that it actually makes my head hurt a little. The pressure within me is so intense I cry out.

Magnus sinks his teeth into my neck, drawing one hand up to hold the nape of my neck and slam me down on his cock. I'm still cumming, the aftershocks of his tongue riding me through every wave of ecstasy. The delicious agony of bouncing up and down on his cock is almost too much to bear.

Magnus pulls up my legs as he releases my neck and draws my legs up closer to my chest and then puts them up on his shoulders.

I'm not getting fucked at this point. Seriously, this is something from beyond. Because his cock is fucking me and doing it so deep inside me, at such an angle that it’s perilous to my sanity. I mean I don't even feel like I'm connected to my mind right now. I shit you not, he is fucking the life out of me and I'm reaching some heaven on earth where I'm nothing but my body, and I'm bigger than my being. The angle his cock fucks into me is sweeter than any chocolate has ever been. His cock is more dizzying than any red wine or even hard alcohol. I'm drunk off him fucking me, desperate for this to never end. My pussy is gushing out so much cum that I feel the wet ring of my cum blooming around us on his trousers. My ass might as well be splashing in it and as I bounce up and down on his cock. I'm making almost whining sounds, struggling to breath and moaning harder than I ever have in my life. If I was a demon, Magnus would be fucking it out of me, exorcising it. But judging by how his enormous, harder than titanium cock is slamming into me impossibly fast, I'd say that Daddy is the demon of fucking.

Oh, I can't complain. He can drag me into this wicked hell with that delicious cock and I'll beg for only more. I can't believe the sensations reverberating through my body. I've never felt like this before. A fleeting thought tells me that I'll never feel like this again.

I mean, after all, I'm fucking my stepfather.

Well, he's fucking me, super hard, in a way that almost makes me fear for the limousine, maybe my body.

But I'm never going to be able to fuck him again. I mean, he didn't want to do this in the first place.

Well, I call bullshit. He's fucking me so hard, no way that Magnus wasn't thinking about doing just this when he was fending off my flirting in the restaurant. But in the privacy of his fancy car and with some admittedly naughty persuasion tactics at play from my naughty repertoire, he's unleashed the beast.

He's unleashed two beasts. The monster cock he's impaling me with so much that the loudest sound in the air is my wet pussy sloshing with the cum his enormous cock is milking from me. And the man that fucks like this. Seriously, he's my stepfather, not some young Tinder ho looking to swipe for the night, and he's fucking me like he's about to win an Olympic medal. For the record, if I could, I'd award him one for this fucking, and me one for how much I'm coming. Seriously, when I lick off the cum on his cock like he told me I would, I'll be filling my damn stomach up.

Magnus brings his hands back to my breasts and he tugs my nipples. "I'm about ready to cum, baby girl," he moans out. It's the most sensual sound I've ever heard.

I lick my lips subconsciously, wanting to taste our cum together in my mouth. I feel the sweat on my brow when I think about how hard it'll be to take that massive cock in my mouth. The way he fucked his cock deep up into my pussy didn't give me a choice...and that has me wondering just how rough Daddy will be. Am I going to suck his cock, or is he going to fuck my mouth? My pussy shivers at just the thought. I want to be used by him, fucked so hard by him until I can't remember my name and the only word in my mind is Daddy. I've never been fucked the way that he fucks me. It's addictive. I won’t be able to think of anything else later; I can’t think of anything now. Daddy’s cock…not even once. Because addictive hardly even begins to describe how much I crave his cock sliding into my pussy, filling me up, stuffing me to the brim with every inch of him so that it erases every thought in my mind with every stroke. He’s erasing my resistance. Capturing my lust. Claiming me down to my soul.

“Now, baby girl,” Magnus growls, pulling me from his cock.

The waves of my orgasm leave me in aftershocks, but I’m eager and lustful enough to be ready for his cum, his orgasm. I drop down to my knees and grab his full length instantly. He’s coated with my cum and I close my mouth down on the head of his cock.

Magnus slams my head down on his cock so that I take him even deeper.

His spurting cock shoots ropes of his seed down my throat, slickening my mouth and salting the tang of my own pussy juices on him. The creamy, musky taste of us together mingles on my tongue. I swallow it in my throat and eagerly I take him in. I suck, swallow, lick, and treat my stepfather’s cock like a lollipop. Like it is his mouth I am kissing. Like I’m drinking the elixir of everlasting life. I moan while I swallow him, the experience of taking him and taking him so far inside my mouth and throat and sucking in both our pleasure feeling like the most erotic experience of my entire life.

A sting—like pain but somehow pleasurable—lights on my head as Magnus’s fingers wrap into my hair, squeezing and claiming my head, my sucking mouth down on his cock. He’s holding me tight, forcing me to stay there deep. I love this, though, even if he wasn’t holding me down. I feel small, fragile, at his mercy. And it's this benevolent mastery of his that I delight in because I'm content to be his slutty little daughter, taking every inch of his cock. Swallowing both our cum and tasting it slide hot down into my belly.

Dinner was nice, but this devilish act is so much more satisfying going down. I feel him course through my veins and there’s something primal about this. I like being at his mercy, pinned to his cock, all in his limo while I shiver and ache so good from the way we fucked.

Magnus is dressed and looks too gorgeous and put together like he always does. No one would be able to tell, save his free cock, which my mouth has captured, that he just fucked the daylights out of his slutty little daughter. Me? I look wrecked in the most delicious way. My nipples ache, and a low thrum in my belly meets the quickening pace of my heart. I can almost hear the blood rushing in my ears, I’m so aroused. I’m a shaking, shivering, sticky, sweating mess of lust. I want to suck his cock forever. And I do, sort of. I keep sucking long after I’ve cleaned off my cum and milked dry every last drop of his cum.

Magnus keeps his fingers in my hair while I keep devouring every inch of his cock. That enormous rod keeps its steel hardness in my mouth. His moans are low in his throat. A deep appreciation for the way I’m touching him. My nipples are grazing the seat of the limo and the leather is hot and cold depending on where my nipples touch in proximity to Magnus’s body while I’m bobbing up and down his cock.

The burning in my pussy rises like a flame that will destroy me utterly.

Never in my life have I felt like I was in such a fluid, unending state of arousal. I almost fear I'll never come down from this high. My body is the least tense it has ever been in its life, yet I’m like a violin’s string pulled too taught and I could be plucked to a fatal pleasure at any moment.

Magnus runs his hands down my back. “Don’t you need to breathe, Penny? You’re sucking my cock like it's your life support,” he says with a laugh. It's a belly laugh, something deep that makes me feel proud.

I don’t know if I've ever heard him laugh so heartily, and, yet ... there’s a lightness to the moment. Something intimate we are sharing that we’ve never done before. Not in our relationship as stepfather and stepdaughter. Not as a one-sided flirting pair at dinner. The warmth spreading through my belly is something else. Something tinged with lust and something else I don’t quite know how to describe.

I don’t answer him with words. I breathe through my nose and keep sucking on his cock. I want his overpowering strength when he decides he’s had enough. I feel his thighs jerking and I know I’m close to that edge of his.

Finally, his hands pull at the nape of my neck in a predatory way that turns me on. I look up at him and I lean up to kiss him on the chest, above his heart. Never have I been fucked like this. I feel like there needs to be the right greeting card for this.

One more time. My insides will be sore, but you only live once.

I lay him back and climb onto him.

And I ride. I ride every last drop of his cum surging from his cock into my pussy and moan along with his insistent groans, taking him deep until we’re both breathing heavily and holding each other.

Jesus Daddy. You just wore out your stepdaughter’s pussy.

It doesn’t get any better than this, ya know?