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  “Oh, Daddy, yesssssssssss.” My voice trailed off, and I managed to pull his cock out from within its fabric bindings, and I gasped. It was really, really big. Leaking pre-cum copiously out of the small slit in his tip, I instantly ducked down onto him, taking his wide tip into my mouth, tasting his salty-sweet juices.

  “Oh, shit, baby,” he groaned. “Wow.”

  I bobbed up and down on his member, taking him as far down my gullet as I could, swallowing the gag reflex and opening my throat. I jerked him, too, to the rhythm of my bobbing, and pretty soon he had lost some of his focus on my clit, and I knew I was making him feel good.

  And I loved that I was making him feel good.

  “Oh, baby,” he said, and his other hand found the back of my head. He pushed down on it, guiding me deeper onto his thick, saliva-slicked rod.

  I took it as deep as I could, and when he bucked a little, his tip went so far down the back of my throat I almost spluttered.

  Then he pulled my head up, kissed me hard on the lips, his lust so obvious, and he pushed me back against the bench before lifting up my feet onto the bench and spreading my knees.

  After a quick look around to make sure nobody was there, he got in between my legs. The smell of my arousal wafted upward, and he buried his face against my thong, inhaling deeply.

  “You smell so good, baby,” he growled.

  “Make me feel good, Daddy,” I begged.

  He pulled my thong aside and ran his tongue up my slit, and I shuddered at the sensitivity. He began to lick at my clit then, and pushed a finger inside me, and then two. He fingered me and lapped at my sodden sex like it was the elixir of life.

  Just hungry. Like a dog.

  “Faster, Daddy,” I said through a humming grin. I leaned back on the bench, let my head flop backward, eyes closed, and bit my lip, and inhaled sharply each time he sent streaks of pleasure shooting through my sex.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Yes, that feels so good.”

  He was focusing on my clit and my g-spot, periodically taking his fingers out of me to suck all my juices and my cream clean off them. I loved that he loved the way I smelled. I loved that he loved the way I tasted. I loved that he loved me.

  I began to climb, saw that point of no return on the horizon. I wrapped my hands around the back of his head and held him hard against my sex.

  “Yes, Daddy, yes!”

  But then he lifted off me, just when I was about to cross that line, and I looked at him, wide-eyed and exasperated, as he closed in for the kiss.

  He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I both smelled and tasted myself. “Up,” he growled, picking me up off the bench and guiding me to a nearby tree.

  He turned me around and pulled my hips out so that my ass was facing him, and I instinctively put my hands against the tree. He lowered himself a little, and then I felt his throbbing tip at my entrance.

  “Go slow,” I said, reaching behind me to hold one of his hands. “You’re really big.”

  “I won’t hurt you, baby,” he said, and he began to push. I was just flooded with sensation. My eyes clamped shut and I hissed, clenching my teeth, as my pussy swallowed up the wide ridge of his head.

  Fuck, he was big! It felt so good to be stretched this way. Teetering on the edge of pain, it was… it was so awakening! Made me feel so alive!

  I groaned loudly, my voice an undulating wave, as he continued to inch inside me bit by bit, my canal cloying at his unbelievably thick cock.

  He bottomed out, his pubic bone against my ass, and then when he began to pull back, I had to grasp onto the tree because it felt so intense.

  “Ugh,” I grunted as his cock popped out of me. “Put it in again! Put it in again!” I flapped my arms behind me, the feeling of sudden emptiness so pronounced.

  And he did. He slid himself into me, and it was easier this time, and it felt only good this time, no stinging at the edges. And then he began to fuck me.

  It was the best fuck ever.

  Slow at first, he picked up the pace, and he held onto my hips, and his ball sack swung forward to slap my clit and he pounded into me with reckless abandon.

  I clamped my hands onto bits of bark, holding so tightly my knuckles went white, as he fucked me, my thong wrenched to one side and my skirt up and over my back. He snaked a hand over my hips and began to finger my clit, and I was instantly bathed in such potent bliss I thought I could have come right then and there.

  “Oh, Daddy, that feels good,” I told him. “Yeah, don’t stop that.”

  He continued to pound into me, to pummel my tunnel with his thick length of gristle. He slapped my ass so loud I swear it echoed, and I was bucking back wildly against him, meeting each one of his thunderous thrusts with my own.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned, holding onto the trunk of the tree, bracing myself against it. He was fingering my clit so fast, fucking me so deep and so hard, I was in heaven. It felt so, so good.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I hissed. “Oh, Daddy, fuck me harder. Faster. Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

  I could feel that coil inside me winding, feel my insides all tightening up in preparation for ecstasy. I groaned and moaned and grunted and panted as he took me hard from behind, as he drove his girthy rod deep inside me hot, yearning canal.

  “Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he said with a sigh, and he redoubled his efforts, pistoned in and out of me like I was the last pussy he was ever going to get to fuck.

  “Oh, Daddy, don’t stop!” I begged it of him. “Make me come!”

  I was climbing, climbing, so close, so, so, so, so close…

  “Oooooohhh!” I cried out into the night caring not who heard me. “Fuuuuuuuuuck!”

  I climaxed with crashing force. I was in orbit, soaring. My body was tight, frozen in a snapshot of pure pleasure.

  It felt so good. My Daddy made me feel so, so, so, so good!

  “Yes!” I shrieked as a second orgasm took me by surprise, shaking my body so intensely it nearly hurt. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  I bucked myself back against his driving manhood, pushed myself through the most overwhelming orgasm I’d ever had.

  Every nerve ending in my tunnel was on fire. My bliss radiated outwards, tributaries weaving through my body. I’d never come so hard, so fast, consecutively, in my life!

  “Oh, baby,” I heard him groan behind me. I felt him rise to his twos, felt his thrusts grow shallower. He was fucking me with just the tip.

  “Come inside me, Daddy!” I wailed it. I didn’t care anymore. I needed his hot fucking jizz inside me. “Don’t you dare pull out!”

  He didn’t. He bottomed out with one last thrust before groaning loudly, digging his nails into the flesh around my hips, and twitching like mad inside my tunnel. I could almost imagine that I could feel huge wads of his hot, sticky seed being ejaculated into me, absolutely filling my pussy with his cum.

  “Oh, shit!” he hissed hoarsely, his thrusts slowing. I stood up straight, and he wrapped his arms around me, his cock still inside me, and held me tight, face over my shoulder next to mine, kissing me behind my ear.

  I pushed my head back into him, loved the way his lips felt on my skin, loved the way he made goose bumps and shivers break out all over my body.

  “That was so good, Daddy,” I said through a grin. “You are so good.”

  “So are you,” he told me.

  He held me like that for minutes, but eventually we remembered that we were in a public park. Looking around, I saw nobody in sight, but who knows who could have stopped and watched a bit of the show before we finished.

  But, strangely, I really didn’t care. I wasn’t bothered that anybody might have seen us. Making love with my step-father… it was a need that couldn’t be ignored.

  “Daddy,” I said, straitening my skirt and fixing the position of my thong. “Was that wrong?”

  I watched as he struggled to get his huge cock back inside his trousers. He managed eventually, and zipped up. “Yeah,” he said, nodding. �
�I guess so.”

  “But it felt so right.”

  “It did,” he said. He put an arm around me and hugged me tight, kissing the top of my head. I looked up at him and kissed him on the lips, and again our tongues met, and again I felt that fire in my belly.

  “I don’t want this to never happen again.”

  “Me neither,” he said.

  “Can we keep doing this?”

  “What about your mother?”

  “What if we just hide it from her?”

  He looked at me, eyes narrowing. “Think we can do that?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  We walked out of the park hand in hand to find we’d missed our spot at the restaurant. “Damn,” Jackson said, looking at his mobile phone. “Three missed calls.”

  “Why don’t we just get takeaway?”

  He snapped his fingers. “Good thinking.”

  Pizza never tasted as good as it did the night I had it after having sex with my step-father.

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  About Saffron Daughter

  Saffron Daughter is my pen name, and I'm in my early thirties. I'm a successful professional, engaged to be married to the love of my life, and I've traveled to over thirty countries. I also likes to write risqué and spicy erotica, especially of the taboo kind.

  In my spare time, I do all the cliché things; walk on the beach at sunset, take my two rescued mongrels for long treks, and spend time with my fiancé any chance I get. But when I find a moment of peace, in between the job, the lover, and the dogs, I'm tapping away on my keyboard, penning my every dirty thought.

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  Allie has always had a thing for the man of her house, Michael. She fantasizes about him constantly, even though she knows it's wrong. One weekend she's left alone at home with Michael. He invites three friends over for a game of cards, and Allie realizes that she's losing her chance at getting her fantasy.

  She flirts with Michael's friends, making him jealous. When he confronts her, she admits to him her forbidden desire. To her delight, he also has a taboo yearning. But when he suggests that his friends get involved as well, she realizes she's in for a long night...

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  When I got inside the apartment, I announced my presence. Usually safe to do that, I thought to myself. “Michael, I’m home.”

  “It’s late!” I heard him say. I could hear music playing, and the smell of pizza made my stomach growl. “Get some pizza in the kitchen if you’re hungry.”

  Well, I wasn’t about to pass that up. He didn’t seem to care that I was late, too, which was great. I did as I was told, and brought out a couple of beers for Michael and his friend. But when I reached the living room, I saw that there were another two men there I didn’t recognize.

  “I only brought two cans,” I said, putting them on the table. They had a pretty pro setup going… chips with different colors, and a pile of cash in the middle of the table.

  “You never told us Allie was so gorgeous,” one of the men said, and I rolled my eyes.

  “Come on, Jack.”

  “Sorr
y, Mike, but she is. Nice to meet you Allie. I’m Jack, and this here is Ollie. We’re all old friends.”

  “Right,” I said, making a show of my distaste, but really not minding the attention. Not at all.

  “Hey, boys,” I decided to say. “Nice to meet you all.”

  “Alright, Allie,” Michael said. I swooned. Was he being… protective of me? Was he getting jealous? Perhaps it was the hour. Perhaps it was that I had had a few drinks. I wasn’t sure, but I put my paper plate down, pizza untouched, and stood in between Jack and Ollie. “Mind if I play?” I put each hand on a shoulder, and grinned at my step-father.

  “Allie!” Michael shouted, getting up and dragging me into the kitchen by my arm. He slammed the door behind us, and whirled on me. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

  “Nothing!” I shouted back. “Your friends are creeps.”

  “They’ve been drinking, and so have you, by the looks of it.”

  “Shut up, Michael,” I said, looking away.

  “Allie, what’s going on? What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing is wrong.” I crossed my arms. Really, I didn’t know what I was doing. All of a sudden I was just so caught up with emotion, with conflict and turmoil.

  “It doesn’t look or sound like it to me. Come on,” he said, pulling out a chair. “Sit down and talk to me.”

  “What about your friends?”

  “The boys can take care of themselves.”

  “Fine,” I said, but I didn’t sit down. “But you’re not going to like it.”

  “What?”

  “I want you.”

  Michael simply coughed. That checked him good.

  “I want you,” I repeated, nodding. “And you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t want me, too.”

  “Woah, hold on here, Allie!” Michael blurted, putting his hands to his chest. “What are you talking about?”

  “Come on, don’t play dumb with me. I know it, you know it. The question is: Will you do something about it?”

  “No! Of course not. You’re my step-daughter.”