My legs are forced down and my upper body is lifted up. I feel like Magnus’s plaything when he moves me around like this while I’m blindfolded and unable to see what’s coming, or right now where I’m going. I feel us shift positions and Magnus has his arms hooking up my arms, and I’m up against the headboard before I can catch my breath. I’m dangling up there like a rag doll and he strokes in and out, long, deep strokes that make me shiver until my orgasm dies down just for a second. Just a second.
And then he fucks so deep and so fast into me, jackhammering that massive cock into my pussy, I’m like a sex toy he’s slamming into. I start to imagine what I look like getting railed by him like this, and it sets off the fireworks in my body all over again. His cock is hard as steel and he buries his face in my neck, groaning. I know he’s about to cum and I’m ready to milk that cock with my pussy, but I feel the cock slide out of me and I gasp, and then I feel hot ropes of cum on my tits.
“Daddy’s little girl all covered in cum. You like when Daddy defiles you, Penny?” Magnus says with a sexy low growl in his voice that makes my body burn for him.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, a long moan caught low in my throat as I shiver. I cry out at the aftershocks of his cock leaving me just as I was about to cum myself, and then him cumming all over me. Being blindfolded and not being able to see it makes it seem so much more naughty, and more taboo, and shoots a thrill through me at what I must look like to him. I heard how much he enjoyed this in his voice. “Thank you, Daddy,” I say in the sweetest little voice I can manage. My throat is raw from all the moaning and crying out from him fucking me so hard. From me cumming so hard.
My body is deliciously sore and achy all over from him getting fucked so thoroughly. The ropes of his cum over my breasts are sticky and warm. I reach down and scoop some of it up with my fingers, and I run those fingers over my tongue to taste the salty fluid of his arousal.
I feel Magnus’s hand capture my wrist, and then his lips are on mine. The sinful taste of his tongue lapping over mine, his cum flavoring our kiss, drives me wild. I wrap my body around him and grind my pussy over his cock. One of his hands lifts up my leg and slides his cock back in me with a long stroke, and he pumps his cock into me while we kiss and share his cum. He breaks the kiss and slams his cock even harder into me. “Fuck,” he punctuates his words with a deep thrust inside me that makes me rattle against the headboard smacking against the wall. “What do you do to me? I want to live in every kind of sin with you,” Magnus says with a low, sensual voice that makes my pulse race. “I crave you like nothing I’ve ever known. I didn’t know I could need someone so much. Need something so much as I need to fuck you,” he says, and I feel his mouth close over my neck. His teeth nip at my skin, his tongue lashing over where teeth scrape. Everything about his mouth mirrors the way he’s fucking me with an insistence and urgency of shared sensation.
If I could respond, I would. But I’m drowning in my pleasure, pulled under by the tides. My body’s wracked with every thrust of his cock deep inside me and I want to cry out. I don’t realize until his teeth sink harder into me that I'm crying out loudly. My body and mind seem separated. Beneath the blackness of the blindfold, some lustful part of me is so free that I don’t have to think or be connected to my body, and I’m floating all around. Every second he fucks his enormous cock deeper into me, Daddy grounds me with reality. Then he slides out and the slick, frictionless moment my pussy squeezes around his cock’s exit and trembles with the urges to have him back, I float out of my body. I’m tugged in every direction of my soul, and I’m moaning his name loudly. I hunger for him, ache for him.
Impossibly, another orgasm is building inside me. I mean, I can’t be too surprised though because I ache for him in ways that I can’t begin to understand. I cum so much when he fucks me that it's almost dangerous. Like I might stroke out from sensory overload in my nerves, or dehydrate from all of the cum that leaves my body. I really feel like my stepfather, ex-stepfather, whatever Magnus is to me, I feel like he could fuck me right to death. And, let me just say, I would die happy. I don’t mind craving the thing that destroys me, and I lust for being rebuilt in the sinful images of whatever his lust spurns into action.
“I’m going to cum,” I moan low, my voice so soft and raspy from all the intense breathing I’ve been doing.
I feel Magnus’s fingers dip across my thighs and I know what he’s doing the instant his fingers are behind me. Using my arousal as lubrication, he slides several of his fingers deep into my ass, pumping them into my ass while his cock fills up my pussy. I’m impossibly full from him fucking me. The orgasm that was slow rising to a burn is now a smothering wildfire extinguishing all reason from me and erasing every thought from my memory and my mind. All that exists is the pleasure radiating from my core, reverberating through my ass and aching at my nipples. His mouth brings pleasure up to my neck. My whole body shivers, shakes, trembles, and I’m like a spasming flower in the wind that he’s holding up. My orgasm tears through me. The silky darkness of the blindfold feels even darker and I realize that I'm actually going to pass out from the pleasure if it keeps climbing higher and higher. I gasp at the lightness of my head. My pussy quakes around Magnus’s massive cock fucking so deep into me. I feel the hot feeling of his cum about to jet off inside me and I’m aching for everything he offers. I want more. I want him to fuck me like this forever. I know now that whatever is between us…it can’t just be from one tryst to the next. I can’t go back to a life where my stepfather doesn’t fuck the daylights out of me. It may be wrong, but I can’t be scandalized by it anymore because I now have learned to crave the wickedness. I ache for his every touch. I’ll obey his every command. I’ll beg for even a second of his attention.