30 Shades Of Forbidden Lust

Elena “I swallowed my stepdad's MONSTER c**k in my tight p***y { Breadth 6.5 inches, Length 11 inches, Width 2.0 inches}” I’d wanted to surprise Tyler. He’d been distant for weeks, always “busy,” always canceling plans. I’d baked his favorite cookies like an i***t, let myself into his apartment with the spare key he’d given me months ago. The moans hit me first, deep, guttural, male. Then the slap of skin on skin. Tyler was bent over his own couch, pants around his ankles, while my best friend—my f*****g best friend—Leo rammed into him from behind. Leo’s hips snapped forward with brutal rhythm, his hand fisted in Tyler’s hair. They were kissing sloppily between thrusts, tongues visible, spit connecting their mouths when they pulled apart to moan. “f**k, your ass is so tight,” Leo had growled, the same voice that had comforted me through every breakup. “Take my c**k like a good boy.” Tyler had whimpered, pushing back. “Harder. Fill me up.” I stood there in the doorway like a ghost. Neither of them noticed me at first. My boyfriend getting his asshole pounded by the one person I trusted most. Tears rolled down my cheeks right then, hot and silent, as I watched Leo reach around, stroking Tyler’s dripping c**k while he f****d him senseless. Leo buried deep, hips jerking as he unloaded into Tyler’s ass. Tyler shot across the couch cushions with a broken cry. Only then did Leo glance over and freeze. “Elena…” I ran. Now, back home, I collapsed onto my old bed, face buried in the pillow that still smelled faintly of the detergent Marcus always used. My body shook with sobs that wouldn’t stop. Three boyfriends. Three failures. I once laughed over a broadcast that said we should start checking our man's ass this period because what we think is not what is going on. How could I do that? But now, it's my reality. Boyfriend #1, Kyle. Missionary every time, two minutes of fumbling, then he’d roll off and ask if I came while checking his phone. I faked it every single time just to end the awkwardness. Never once touched my ass. Never made me feel full. Boyfriend #2, Damien. Emotionally vicious but god, the s*x. He’d choke me, slap my t**s, call me his filthy w***e while he f****d me raw. I came so hard I cried, but afterward he’d tear me down until I felt worthless. I stayed addicted to the intensity until he left me bruised inside and out. Boyfriend #3, Tyler. The stupid fool who claims he loves me but ghosted my needs and apparently found them satisfied in Leo’s d**k. The man with whom I almost made a blood covenant. I needed to do something to get over what I just witnessed. My hand slid down my stomach before I could stop myself. Shorts and panties shoved aside, two fingers plunged into my soaked p***y. I was dripping. The betrayal burned me, but my cunt clenched greedily around my fingers. I added a third, stretching myself. “f**k…” I whispered into the dark. I rolled onto my stomach, ass up, and pushed a slick finger against my tight little asshole. It resisted, then popped in with a filthy wet sound. The burn made me moan. I f****d both holes frantically, hips rocking, tears still falling. In my head it wasn’t Tyler and Leo anymore. It was a man who I have lusted over my entire life. A man who would know exactly how to break me open and put me back together. “Daddy…” The word slipped out unbidden as I rubbed my c**t in tight circles. My ass clenched around my finger, p***y gushing down my thighs. I came hard, biting the pillow to muffle the cry, body convulsing. It wasn’t enough. It was never enough. I cried myself to sleep wondering what the hell was wrong with me. ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ─── :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ The next morning my eyes were swollen. I avoided the mirror and crept downstairs in an oversized t-shirt and tiny sleep shorts. The smell of coffee hit me first. Marcus stood at the kitchen island, broad back to me, pouring a mug. At 45 he looked carved from something harder than most men his age. Tall, thick with muscle that came from real work, not just the gym. “Princess,” he said without turning around. His voice was low, like it always had been since he married my mom years ago. She was long gone “Divorced” but Marcus had stayed in my life like a rock. I burst into tears again. He turned and pulled me into his chest without hesitation. One big hand rubbed slow circles on my back, the other cradled my head against him. I could feel the solid heat of his body, the steady thump of his heart. “Elena?” he asked quietly. “What's wro….” My voice cracked. “He was f*****g Leo. My Leo. In the ass. Kissing him while they… while they came.” Marcus’s hand paused for half a second, then kept stroking. “I’m sorry, baby.” I stayed pressed against him longer than I should have. When I finally pulled back, my gaze dropped down to his sweatpants. The unmistakable thick outline of his c**k. Heat flooded my face. My n*****s hardened against the thin shirt. I was ashamed at how fast my p***y got wet again. “This is your stepdad, you sick bitch.” He wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb. The pad brushed my lower lip. Just a graze, but my mouth parted on a shaky breath. His eyes darkened, locking on my lips for a beat too long. “You’re home now,” he said, voice rougher. “You’re safe. No more boys who don’t know how to take care of you.” I nodded, unable to speak. My c**t throbbed in time with my heartbeat. He made me breakfast. We sat on the couch afterward watching nothing. His arm draped along the back, fingers occasionally brushing my shoulder. Every touch felt electric. When I stood to take my plate to the kitchen, I felt his eyes on my ass the entire way. I didn’t pull my shorts down. I let them ride up. That night I touched myself again thinking about that bulge. About his thumb on my lip. About him calling me princess while he split me open.