Caught In Daddy's Bed (III)

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, pulling me from a heavy, dreamless sleep. My body ached in the most delicious and humiliating ways. My p***y felt raw and swollen, my a*s burned from the s******g, and there was a sticky mess between my thighs—Daddy’s c*m had leaked out of me all night. I blinked, realizing I was still in his bed, completely n***d, curled against his broad chest. Reality crashed over me like cold water. What the f**k did I do? This was Mark. My stepfather. Mom’s husband. And I had begged him to f**k me, called him Daddy, let him c*m inside me twice like a desperate w***e. Shame flooded my cheeks. I tried to slip out of bed quietly, but his strong arm tightened around my waist. “Where do you think you’re going, little girl?” His voice was deep and rough with sleep, but already commanding. “I… I should go to my room before Mom gets back,” I whispered, unable to meet his eyes. Guilt twisted in my stomach. “This was a mistake. We can’t—” Mark’s laugh was low and dark. He rolled me onto my back and pinned me down with his body, his morning wood pressing thick and hot against my thigh. “A mistake? You rode Daddy’s c**k like a seasoned s**t and milked every drop. Don’t start pretending now, Emma. Your cunt is still dripping with my cum.” His words made me clench involuntarily. Fresh shame mixed with unwanted arousal. “Please, Daddy… I feel so dirty. What if Mom finds out?” He grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were intense, possessive. “That’s exactly why you’re going to behave. You’re mine now. The guilt just makes that tight little p***y wetter, doesn’t it?” His free hand slid between my legs, fingers stroking my sore, c*m-slick folds. I whimpered as he pushed two thick fingers inside me easily. “See? Soaking again. Pathetic little stepdaughter, ashamed but still desperate for Daddy’s cock.” I moaned despite myself, hips twitching. Mark finger-f****d me slowly, curling his fingers against that spot that made my toes curl. “Say it. Tell me how sorry you are while you grind on Daddy’s fingers.” “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I gasped, rocking against his hand. “I’m such a filthy w***e for doing this behind Mom’s back.” “Good girl.” He kissed me roughly, biting my lower lip. Then he withdrew his fingers and shoved them into my mouth. “Clean them. Taste how much you loved getting used.” I sucked obediently, tasting myself and his dried c*m. The degradation burned, but it only made me hotter. Mark positioned himself between my spread thighs, rubbing his thick cockhead up and down my slit. “Beg for it,” he ordered. “Even with all that guilt, you still need Daddy to f**k the shame away.” “Please, Daddy,” I whispered, voice breaking. “f**k me. Use your dirty stepdaughter’s cunt. I need it so bad.” He thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. I cried out, back arching. He felt even bigger in the morning light, stretching my sore walls. Mark didn’t go slow. He f****d me with deep, punishing strokes, his heavy balls slapping against my a*s. “Look at me while I ruin you,” he growled, pinning my wrists above my head. “Watch your stepdad f**k you in the bed he shares with your mother.” Tears of shame and pleasure pricked my eyes as I held his gaze. Every thrust drove the taboo deeper into my soul. “Harder, Daddy… Please. Make it hurt.” Mark obliged. He slammed into me faster, one hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me lightheaded. “You’re nothing but a replacement fucktoy. A younger, tighter version of your mom. Say thank you for Daddy’s cock.” “Thank you, Daddy! Thank you for using me like a worthless cumdump!” I sobbed, my p***y clenching around him. He released my throat and slapped my t**s hard, leaving red marks. Then he pinched my n*****s viciously while pounding me. The pain blended with pleasure until I was right on the edge. “You don’t c*m until I say so,” he reminded me, slowing his thrusts to t*****e me. “This p***y exists for my pleasure now.” “Please let me c*m, Daddy! I’ll do anything!” He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and whining. “On your knees. Mouth open.” I scrambled off the bed and dropped to the floor. Mark stood over me, stroking his glistening c**k. He slapped my face with it a few times, smearing my own juices across my cheeks, then shoved it down my throat. I gagged as he face-f****d me roughly, holding my head in place. “That’s it. Choke on the c**k that just destroyed your cunt.” Saliva dripped down my chin. Tears streamed down my face. He finally pulled back, stroking fast. “Tongue out. Eyes on me.” Hot, thick ropes of c*m painted my tongue, my cheeks, and my t**s. I kept my mouth open like a good s**t until he finished. “Swallow what’s in your mouth,” he commanded. I did, then used my fingers to scoop the rest and eat it while he watched. Mark pulled me up and held me against his chest, stroking my hair almost tenderly. “Good girl. The guilt will fade. Soon you’ll crave this every day. Now go shower, but leave my c*m on your t**s until I say otherwise. No panties today. We’re practicing the new rules.” The rest of the morning was a haze of submission. I made breakfast n***d except for an apron, feeling his eyes on me constantly. He bent me over the kitchen counter while the coffee brewed, fingering me slowly while whispering filthy reminders. “You’re going to edge yourself three times today without cumming. Send me videos. If you disobey, the punishment will be much worse than a spanking.” By noon, I was a dripping, desperate mess. The shame hadn’t disappeared—it had transformed into a constant, throbbing need. When Mom texted that she’d be home by evening, the risk made everything sharper. Mark cornered me in the hallway before he left for a quick errand. He pushed me to my knees again. “Quick throat f**k before I go. Show Daddy how much you’ve accepted your place.” I sucked him eagerly, gagging myself on his c**k until he unloaded down my throat. I swallowed every drop, looking up at him with watery eyes. As he zipped up, he smiled. “This is just the beginning, baby girl. By the end of the week, you’ll be fully broken in.” I stayed on my knees long after he left, touching my c*m-covered t**s, heart racing with equal parts terror and excitement. I was completely f****d—and I already couldn’t wait for more.