Caught In Daddy's Bed (II)

knelt between Mark’s legs, his thick c**k still half-hard and glistening with our combined juices. The salty, musky taste of his c*m mixed with my own p***y cream coated my tongue as I obediently sucked him clean. My cheeks burned with humiliation, but my cunt throbbed with fresh need. What the hell was wrong with me? This was my mother’s husband. My stepfather. And I had just let him f**k me raw on his marital bed. “Good girl,” Mark murmured, his large hand resting on the back of my head, guiding me deeper. “Suck every drop, baby. That’s what dirty little stepsluts do after they steal Daddy’s cum.” I moaned around his shaft, taking him further until the head nudged the back of my throat. He was still so big, even softening. Tears pricked my eyes from the stretch, but I didn’t pull away. The degradation sent shameful sparks straight to my c**t. Mark finally pulled me off with a wet pop. He lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. “Look at you. Kneeling here with Daddy’s c**k in your mouth like you were born for it. How long have you been fantasizing about this, Emma? Months? Years?” “Months,” I whispered, voice hoarse. “Since you moved in. I… I touched myself thinking about you almost every night, Daddy.” His c**k twitched back to full hardness at the word. He smirked. “Pathetic. Your mother’s daughter is nothing but a needy w***e for her stepdad. Stand up.” I rose on shaky legs. Mark stood too, towering over me. He grabbed the hem of my sundress and yanked it over my head in one rough motion, leaving me completely n***d except for my soaked panties bunched around one ankle. His eyes raked over my body — perky t**s, hard n*****s, smooth shaved p***y still leaking his c*m down my thighs. “Beautiful little fucktoy,” he growled. He cupped my breasts, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp, then pinched both n*****s until I whimpered. “These t**s are mine now. This cunt is mine. Say it.” “They’re yours, Daddy,” I breathed. “My p***y belongs to you.” He slapped my left tit sharply. The sting made me moan. “Louder, s**t. Tell Daddy exactly what you are.” “I’m your dirty little stepdaughter w***e,” I cried out, p***y clenching. “I exist to serve your cock.” Mark smiled darkly, pleased. He shoved me back onto the bed on all fours. “Stay like that. a*s up, face down. Show Daddy that greedy hole.” I obeyed instantly, arching my back and spreading my knees. I could feel his c*m dripping out of me onto the sheets. The vulnerability made me tremble. He stood behind me, running his hands over my a*s cheeks before delivering a series of hard, stinging s****s that echoed in the room. “Count them,” he ordered. “One… Two… Three— ahh!” Each slap landed harder. By ten my a*s was burning red and I was sobbing into the mattress, but my p***y was absolutely soaked. Mark knelt behind me and rubbed the fat head of his c**k up and down my sloppy slit. “You’re dripping like a b***h in heat. Does getting s*****d by Daddy turn you on that much?” “Yes, Daddy! Please f**k me again. I need it.” He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep. I screamed into the sheets at the sudden fullness. He didn’t give me time to adjust — he started pounding me hard and fast, his hips slapping against my sore a*s with every thrust. “f**k, this p***y is tight,” he groaned. “Gripping Daddy’s c**k like it never wants to let go. You’re such a pathetic replacement for your mother. She could never take me this deep.” The cruel words only made me wetter. I pushed back to meet his thrusts, desperate. Mark reached forward and wrapped my long hair around his fist like reins, yanking my head up. “Beg for it, little girl. Beg Daddy to ruin you.” “Please ruin me, Daddy! f**k your stepdaughter’s cunt harder! Use me like the worthless s**t I am!” He growled and picked up speed, absolutely destroying my p***y. The wet, obscene sounds of him slamming into me filled the room. His free hand snaked around to rub my c**t roughly, and I came almost instantly — a shattering o****m that made my legs shake and my vision blur. But he didn’t stop. He kept railing me through it, chasing his own pleasure. “You don’t c*m without permission anymore,” he snarled, slapping my a*s again. “But I’ll let it slide this once because you’re new. Now take Daddy’s second load.” He buried himself deep and erupted, flooding me with even more c*m. I could feel it overflowing, running down my thighs in thick streams. Mark pulled out slowly, admiring the mess. He pushed two fingers into my wrecked hole, scooping out his c*m and feeding it to me. I sucked them clean without hesitation. “Good girl,” he praised, but his tone stayed dominant. “Now we’re going to set some rules. From now on, whenever your mother isn’t home, you belong to me completely. No panties in the house. You sleep n***d. You greet me on your knees when I come home. And you call me Daddy at all times when we’re alone. Understood?” “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, still catching my breath, my body buzzing with aftershocks. He pulled me up into his arms, surprisingly gentle for a moment, stroking my hair. “This is your new reality, Emma. You’re Daddy’s secret fucktoy now. And you’re going to love every filthy second of it.” I nodded against his chest, already knowing he was right. The shame and excitement twisted together into something addictive. As he kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth, I realized I never wanted this to end. But deep down, a small voice wondered how long we could keep this hidden before everything fell apart.