Daddy shouldn't know how you taste

While my mother was putting on her makeup, smiling and celebrating with her friends for getting married to the richest man in the city after being a single mother for twenty-three years, I was on my knees sucking her husband-to-be’s d**k. “Hmmmm… Dora, go faster, I’ll soon come,” he growled, his voice low and rough with lust. Alexander’s strong hand gripped the back of my head, fingers threading through my long dark hair as he pulled me closer, forcing his thick c**k deeper into my mouth. I moaned around his massive shaft, the sound muffled and wet. My knees pressed into the plush carpet of the master bedroom, just one floor above the lively party downstairs. Glasses clinked, laughter rang out, and my mother’s happy voice carried up the stairs as she toasted her new life. “To second chances and the most wonderful man!” she cheered. If only she knew. Alexander was everything my mother had dreamed of, tall, powerfully built, silver streaking his dark hair, with the kind of wealth that could buy half the city. At forty-eight, he still had the commanding presence of a man who conquered boardrooms and now, apparently, his future stepdaughter’s mouth. His c**k was enormous, easily nine inches long and girthy enough that my lips stretched obscenely around him. Veins pulsed against my tongue as I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks just like he demanded. I looked up at him through watery eyes. His expensive white shirt was unbuttoned, suit jacket discarded on the bed. He stared down at me with dark, hungry eyes, his jaw clenched in pleasure. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured. “Suck Daddy’s c**k while your mother celebrates downstairs. You’re so much better at this than she could ever be.” The filthy words sent a rush of shameful heat straight to my core. I was soaked, my thighs sticky under my short silk dress. I bobbed my head faster, taking him deeper until the fat head of his c**k nudged the back of my throat. I gagged softly but didn’t pull away. Instead, I relaxed my throat and swallowed around him, massaging his length with rippling muscles. “f**k, yes,” Alexander hissed, hips rocking forward. He held my head in place and began f*****g my face with controlled, deep strokes. Saliva dripped down my chin, landing on my cleavage. The wet, obscene sounds, gluck, gluck, gluck echoed in the room, barely masked by the music playing downstairs. I reached up with one hand to stroke the thick base of his shaft while my other hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my aching c**t through my drenched panties. He noticed. A wicked smile crossed his face. “Touching yourself already? Such a needy little slut for your new stepfather.” I whimpered in response, sucking harder. My tongue swirled around the sensitive underside of his c**k, flicking the frenulum with quick strokes. His balls drew up tight against my chin, heavy and full. I cupped them gently, rolling them in my palm as I deepthroated him again and again. Alexander’s breathing grew ragged. “I’m close, Dora. Keep going… just like that.” His grip tightened almost painfully in my hair. He thrust faster, using my mouth like a toy. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with the saliva and precum coating my lips. I loved it, the fullness, the dominance, the sheer wrongness of it all. With a deep, guttural groan, he came. Hot, thick ropes of c*m exploded across my tongue. The first powerful spurt shot straight down my throat, forcing me to swallow quickly. Then another, and another. There was so much I couldn’t keep up; some leaked from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin onto my breasts. I kept sucking through his orgasm, milking every last drop as his c**k twitched and pulsed between my lips. His hips jerked erratically until finally he stilled, breathing hard. I pulled off slowly, gasping for air. A long string of c*m and saliva connected my swollen, shiny lips to the tip of his still-hard c**k. I looked up at him obediently and licked my lips clean, then leaned forward to gently clean his shaft with soft, loving licks. He watched me with satisfaction, stroking my hair almost tenderly. “Good girl,” he praised, voice husky. “Now stand up and let me taste that sweet pussy.” He didn’t wait for me to respond. Alexander pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply, tasting his own release on my tongue. His hands roamed possessively over my body, squeezing my full breasts through the thin fabric of my dress before sliding down to grip my ass. In one smooth motion, he lifted me and tossed me onto the massive king-sized bed, the same bed he would soon share with my mother. My dress rode up around my waist as I landed on my back. Alexander dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, yanking my soaked lace panties down my legs and tossing them aside. He spread my thighs wide, exposing my smooth, dripping p***y to his hungry gaze. “Look at this pretty little cunt,” he murmured, breath hot against my sensitive folds. “Already weeping for me. So pink and tight.” I whimpered, hips twitching. “Please… Alexander…” He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly from my entrance all the way up to my swollen c**t. The sensation made me arch off the bed with a sharp moan. He groaned at my taste, diving back in with renewed hunger. His skilled tongue circled my c**t before sucking it firmly into his mouth, flicking rapidly over the sensitive bud. “Oh god!” I cried, one hand flying to grip his hair. He ate me like a man starved, licking broad stripes through my folds, then plunging his tongue deep inside my tight channel. Wet, filthy slurping sounds filled the room as he devoured me. Two thick fingers pushed into my p***y, curling upward to stroke my G-spot while his mouth focused on my c**t. The pleasure built fast and intense. I ground against his face shamelessly, my juices coating his chin and lips. Downstairs, my mother’s laughter rang out again, completely oblivious that her future husband was on his knees worshipping her daughter’s p***y just above her head. Alexander sucked harder, fingers pumping faster. “c*m for me, Dora,” he growled against my flesh. “Let me taste how much you need this.” I shattered. My orgasm crashed over me in powerful waves. My thighs clamped around his head as my p***y clenched and fluttered around his fingers. A gush of wetness flooded his mouth, but he didn’t stop, licking me through every spasm, prolonging the ecstasy until I was trembling and whimpering, oversensitive and breathless. Only when I finally went limp did he pull back, lips and chin glistening with my arousal. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over me, and kissed me again so I could taste myself on him. His still-hard c**k rested heavy against my thigh. “That was just the appetizer,” he whispered, voice dark with promise. “We have the whole wedding week ahead of us.” I lay there panting, body buzzing with aftershocks, knowing this was only the beginning of our dangerous secret. My mother’s celebration continued downstairs, while upstairs, I had just swallowed her husband-to-be’s load and let him feast on my p***y like it already belonged to him.