“Does Daddy’s naughty little girl want her Daddy to fuck her any way he wants, blindfolded, when she can’t even see how her Daddy is going to fuck her?” Magnus says, his voice throaty with his arousal.
My pussy folds are already slick, I feel how much I want him to say these deranged things. I find my voice to answer. “Yes, Daddy. Your stepdaughter wants you to fuck her holes exactly how you want them. I’m yours, Daddy. I want to be good for you.”
“Yes,” Magnus says, stroking his fingers over my shoulders, then brushing them through my hair. I can practically hear the smile on his face. He’s painfully, sensually gorgeous when he smiles. I burn just thinking about what he’s smiling about. Daddy is smiling about fucking his stepdaughter. “If you are good for me, little one, I’ll let you cum. I’ll let you taste my cum and yours, just like I know you like and I’ll share that with you. Do you like taking naughty communion like a good little cum slut?” Magnus catches the back of my throat in his hand and squeezes there from the nape of my neck and around, making me gasp.
My voice is whiny, “Yes,” I moan out, needing him to fuck me. The blindfold and the anticipation — after how he fucked me last and how stressed I was to tell him the truth — I need the release and I ache for him to let me cum more than I ever have. I ache for his touch so much it's almost not bearable. But that sweet suffering will make the reward of his claiming touch all that much better when he grants me the gift. “Yes, Daddy, I want to be good and I want to cum for you, taste our cum together. I love sharing our orgasms on our tongues, Daddy.” It's downright filthy. So naughty. So taboo. But that just makes it even hotter. My body heats up like I’m a furnace. That’s how hot it makes me.
Naked and blindfolded before him, I’m anxious to know what he’s doing. I can’t hear Magnus move right now so it is up to my imagination to attempt to fill in the blanks. Right now, I’m sitting on my bent legs, nude, on top of his bed.
I showed up at his apartment and he was waiting for me. After we talked…he got me into this position quickly. Of course I agreed to be blindfolded. The sexual thrills with my stepfather were endless. It felt like a thousand days were behind us when I was trying to seduce him in his limousine. Then, he’d turned the tables and fucked me so completely he’d whet an appetite for a dark, claiming fuck I didn’t know could grow within me. Then, he’d shown up at my apartment, and when I opened that door, he nearly fucked me to death right on it before he dragged me off. Magnus is an unpredictable, incredible lover. One thing is certain. I know that he's going to fuck me so completely I’ll nearly black out as I cum, and he’ll send me far into the heavens.
My hands are behind my back, wrists together as if they might be bound. I’m not going to move them until I know what Magnus is doing. I’m pressing them into my back as a way to relieve some of the tension. I don’t know what to do with myself. Every second I wait is a second I forget how to breathe, or my heart skips a beat and I’m trying to regain my senses. I need him so much that I’m about to start begging.
That’s when finally I feel his hand sweep down my throat, and then to my breasts. The full largeness of his palm grazing over me almost lazily is more than I can tolerate. He’s touching me with fervor, but not urgency. Magnus says with his touch that I can wait. The torment is far from over. I sigh, bending my face down to rub against his arm. Feeling his skin on mine sets my soul ablaze, and builds the heated need within me. I need him more than I need the air filling my lungs. His cock filling my pussy matters so much more to me. In this moment, his fingers circling over my nipples, I cannot be convinced that air in my lungs is more vital to my life than his cock in my pussy. I whimper with need despite myself. It isn’t logic or reason that rule my actions; it's my desperate need for Magnus to fuck me, to thrust his massive cock inside me, that makes me cry out now with my need. I could die like this; waiting to be fucked when his touch and the mystery of what he’ll do to me is looming over my head. The blackness in my vision is nothing compared to the questions in my soul of when my Daddy is going to let me feel his love fill me up, inch by inch. Thrust by thrust.
“You’re such a good girl,” Magnus says. “Your Daddy knows he shouldn’t fuck you, but this pretty pink pussy asks for it. A Daddy can’t tell his little girl no. He doesn’t want to,” he says in a voice that’s both rough and tender. It's like feather soft touches along my skin, prickling me to attention and housing my breath high in my chest where I hold it now in anticipation. His hand stays on my breast, but the other palms my pussy, applying pressure to my abdomen that highlights my near unbearable need.