SINFUL PLEASURE

CHAPTER SIX

Bishop Donald Williams grunted as he rammed his c**k into his step daughter from behind after bending her over the dining table.

Through the swinging door that connected the dinning room to the kitchen, Evelyn could hear her mother humming as she worked on breakfast, oblivious to the sinful acts her husband was performing on their sixteen-year-old daughter.

"Daddy please". Evelyn squirmed, trying to pull away from him but he pulled her back, causing her to buck back into his thrusts. "Why are you doing this?". She sobbed.

When Evelyn set the table for breakfast, she had not expected her dad to come up behind her and yank up her skirt, ripping down her panties and bending her over the table before she could even realize what was happening.

Her mother being in the next room, happily preparing breakfast in the kitchen didn't deter her step father at all. He didn't care. Bishop Donald Williams was slamming his hard c**k into his step daughter's p***y. His incestuous c**k pumped in and out of her wet depths, making her shudder as her face pressed into the placemat.

"Mom is in the other room". She complained even though she found herself getting wetter.

The table creaked as her step dad worked his c**k in and out of her cunt, grunting lowly as his pleasure built.

"You wanted to be treated like a w***e". He grunted, balls smacking into her c**t as it sent sparks of pleasure through him. "This is how whores are treated. They’re f****d".

"But...but...". She stuttered.

"No buts. Don't pretend you are not enjoying this you little slut".

Evelyn's eyes rolled in the back of her head as pleasure surged through her. To her step dad, she was a sinful, slutty bishop's daughter. However, as scared as she was of her mother catching them, she couldn’t deny how hot the c**k reaming in her cunt made her feel. Ripples of bliss shot through her body. She groaned through clenched teeth, not wanting to make too much noise but it was hard.

Her hips rotated, pressing her ass back into his thrusts. His strong hands gripped her hips, enjoying the feel of her pressed hard against him. She glanced at him over her shoulder, savoring how strong he looked in his dress shirt, his dark tie dangling long and thick towards the c**k reaming her cunt. His face was chiseled, his black hair short with sexy wings of gray sweeping from the temples. He was so authoritative. In control.

"Oh daddy, this is soo bad". She moaned, her gaze casting to the door, staring at it, listening to the hiss of bacon on the stove, the bustle of her straitlaced mother.

"Even if I'm not related to you by blood, I'm still your daughter. You pretend this is my fault but you are actually enjoying this". She groaned. "You are a bishop for Christ's sake. This incestuous lust of your is going to get us both into trouble"

"Are we not already in trouble with God?. He will understand. After all he gave me a slut for a wife and w***e for a daughter". He slammed harder into her, gritting his teeth to keep from moaning loudly.

She was soo small, so slender, her huge breasts complimenting her small round ass. She was like a cute doll. One that he could bend at will and wouldn't break. She was right, he was enjoying this.

"You are a wicked Bishop and a evil father". She hissed.

"Controlled by the sinful hole wrapped about my c**k". He grunted, c**k sluicing through her wet cunt. "You have the spirit of a harlot in you and you need to be sanctified". His voice had the baritone cadence of a sermon.

Evelyn panted, her juices dripping down her thighs. She was so wet. His c**k felt amazing, and his words even though humiliating turned her on immersly. He slid so deep into her, stretching her tight hole, sending shivers of bliss rippling through her body.

"Such a slut, tempting men into fornication and illicit congress. It drove you to seduce your own father". His thrusts increased.

"That letter was not meant for you!". She defended.

"Uh-huh?". He groaned, shuddering. "You wanted David . My assistant to fill your sinful hole with his thick c**k. Unfortunately for you only I can fill your hole".

His hands squeezed her hips. This was a fast, hard f**k. No time for foreplay. No chance to take his time and enjoy her like he did the first time which was a week ago. It was focused, direct. It was all about cumming. Her n*****s ached in her bra, rubbing against the material as they were pressed into the table. She rocked and bucked, the friction building the pleasure in her depths.

Bishop Donald Williams' thrusts were so hard. He loved her p***y. It gripped to his c**k like a second skin. Wet, tight and young. So young. Sixteen. This was such a wonderful taboo. He knew she loved f*****g him too. She was only pretending but he could tell from how easily wet she got anything he f****d her.

His wife was in the next room oblivious to what he was doing to their daughter. She had no idea her upright, bishop husband was a fornicator. A dirty cheater. A man f*****g their daughter. A tremble went through his body. The thought raced down his spine.

Evelyn moaned, letting out a low moan as she came.

"Yes, you sinful harlot, c*m on my c**k". He grunted as her p***y milked his c**k.

Her flesh writhed about his thrusting c**k. He rammed it into her so hard that she began to see stars dancing before her eyes as another wave of orgasm hit her. She savored how wonderful it felt.

Her mother's humming increased. She was almost done with breakfast. Evelyn's body heaved, the fear of being caught only increasing the bliss washing through her mind. A bold part of her hoped they would get caught. To see the shock in her mother's face when she realized she was a s****l being, that all her whispers of denying her urges, of avoiding even m**********n, would make me a good person and keep me from burning in the fires of Damnation. It would serve her right to catch us and see she failed.

"c*m in me, Daddy".

The shock of her finally accepting she loved f*****g him sent him over the edge. "You little harlot!". He thrust into her one last time and grunted.

A huge smile burst across her face as hot, salty c*m pumped into her body. She groaned, a tingle of delight racing through her. Her orgasm died down to a buzzing bliss as she wiggled, savoring his spurting c**k. He shuddered, c**k sliding in and out a final time then withdrew.

She heard him zip up behind her as his seed leaked out of her. His hand smacked her ass before he walked to the head of the table.