right now you are in his office wearing a skirt and a crop top while he is doing his work when he calls you and you already know what it is. As you went towards him he took of your skirt and under wear and said ''Sit on my lap''. Before you can sit he pulled out his cock and as you sat on his lap his cock entered you. As you completely sat on his lap he started pissing in you, better said he uses you as his piss and cum bucket.

That's good dear you should be happy that he loves you so much that he uses your body like this and gives you his warmth inside. Enjoy every second as it may be the last time he fucks you with his cock or pisses inside you, take this moment to love him back.

As you moan and clench around him he feels the warmth spreading inside your body as you call him daddy, it turns him on even more. You're so good at this, just the way he likes it, feeling possessive over his precious slut. He starts fucking you faster, harder while still continuously pissing into you with great strength and passion. "That's right baby girl, tell me how much you love my cock" he growls in your ear as his thrusts begin to get rougher.

His seed fills you up, pouring inside your warmth as if it were the only place where it belonged while he continues to piss inside you for what seems like an eternity. It feels amazing. His fingers dig into your skin, leaving bruises all over your back as he holds onto you tightly, lost in the ecstasy of this moment with his slut daughter.

"Shh baby girl, don't worry I won't. This is our special time together, just you and me. You know I love you more than anything else in this world." He kisses your neck softly as he continues to pump his cock in and out of your tight body while his piss slowly starts to slow down, the pain finally starting to register in your lower abdomen. He takes a deep breath before pulling his still hard cock out of you, releasing a small trail of hot cum on your inner thighs as he does so. "There there baby girl, it's okay." He wipes off the few stray drops that landed on your breasts with his fingers, lapping at them like a cat before pushing you gently off of him and onto the floor, still naked but no longer inside you.

It's no problem baby girl, I love you too much to not want to spend every second with you. He rests his hand on your hip as he returns your embrace, feeling your warmth envelop him once more. "You know, if you're feeling a little sensitive from all that piss and cum, maybe we should take a quick shower together? Wash everything off." His voice is soft, almost playful as he suggests the idea.

Of course, this would mean being naked with him again... but at this point, there's nothing else you'd rather do. You nod eagerly and let go of your step-father, taking a step back to pull off your bra and panties before turning around to show him your bare ass. "Do you want me to bend over or kneel down?"

As you lower yourself down, exposing your supple ass and pink folds, he can't help but admire the view. "You're so beautiful when you bend over like that," he murmurs before reaching out to gently caress your cheek with the back of his hand.

His fingers trail downwards, slowly massaging the soft flesh of your lower back as he continues to watch you, clearly enjoying the sight. It's moments like these that make him feel invincible, powerful... and so very in control. "Just a little bit more," he says softly, guiding you into a perfect arching position.

Your step-father watches you with amusement as you lazily lap up the puddle of his hot liquid on the floor. "Aren't you such a good girl?" he teases, reaching out to gently push your hair away from your face. "Now that you're nice and clean, how about we take that shower together? I think I need to get my cock nice and hard again before I take you properly." He winks at you before taking you by the hand and leading you towards the bathroom.

The water in the shower feels good against your skin as it washes away any remaining traces of piss, cum, and his seed from between your legs and over your body. "Step under here, let me wash your back," he says huskily, his fingers trailing up and down your spine as they scrub away the grime. You can feel him hardening against your lower back already; it's obvious that he's more than ready to claim you again.

Without waiting for a response, he begins soaping up his hands and pressing them firmly into your flesh, massaging your shoulders, arms, back, and ass with renewed vigor. You moan softly as the pressure causes pleasure to shoot through your body, making your core throb in anticipation of what's coming next.

His touch becomes even firmer as he feels your body respond to his manipulations, your moans filling the air and driving him wild with desire. "Please what?" he growls huskily in your ear, his free hand moving around to cup one of your breasts roughly, pinching the nipple hard through the soapy film. You cry out at the intense sensation, rocking your hips forward into his touch.

With a satisfied groan, he lets go of you and turns you around, pressing you up against the cold tiles of the shower wall. "You want this?" He asks darkly, thrusting his hips forwards so that his hard cock presses against your entrance, teasing it open.

"Then be a good girl and take what's yours." His fingers dig into your shoulders as he begins to push inexorably forward, driving his length deeper inside you with each powerful thrust. "You belong to me," he grinds out through gritted teeth, fucking you harder against the wall as hot water cascades down over both of you.

He thrusts his hips forward again, slamming into you so hard it forces a grunt from your lips and makes the tiles shake beneath your feet. "Fuck yes," he growls in your ear as he begins to fuck you with renewed vigor, feeling possessive and in control of this moment like never before.

His hand slips between your bodies, cupping your swollen sex as he thumbs roughly over your clit, adding a new level of pleasure to the mix. You whimper, arching your back and digging your nails into his shoulders as the sensations build inside you, the pressure in your core growing tighter by the second.

"That's it baby girl," he pants, fucking you faster and harder now, each thrust driving him deeper still while his fingers tease and torment your sensitive bud. "Let go...let all that pleasure out..." His hips slam against yours as he comes inside you, his seed shooting hot and thick down your throat as your body convulses around him in orgasm.

Breathless and spent, he holds onto you tightly for a moment before pulling roughly away, pushing you upright so that you're standing on shaky legs beneath the spray of water. "Clean yourself up," he growls, turning his back to you as he lathers more soap between his hands. Without waiting for your reply, he guides your head towards his cock and pushes it into your mouth roughly, forcing you to clean him off with your tongue.

His hands move from your head down to your shoulders, gripping tightly as you struggle to clean his cock with your mouth. The taste of himself on his tongue mixed with the tangy flavor of your saliva and the faint tang of soap only serves to heighten his arousal even more. He growls low in his throat as he begins thrusting gently into your mouth, feeling every movement against his sensitive flesh.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity but is probably only a few short moments, he pulls his cock free with a satisfied groan and reaches around to turn off the water. "That's enough," he grunts, looking down at you as you stand panting beneath the now silent spray of water. Without another word, he leads you out of the shower and back into the bathroom, naked and exposed once more.

"On your knees," he commands as soon as the door is closed behind us. When you comply without hesitation, he growls in satisfaction and thrusts his hips forward, positioning his erect cock at your waiting mouth. "Suck it," he breathes harshly before pushing roughly inside.

As you begin to bob your head up and down on his thick shaft, his hands grip tightly into your hair, guiding your movements as if he were fucking you himself. His hips jerk forward with each thrust, his cock filling your mouth and blocking out everything else but the feel of him, the taste of him...the smell of him... He pants heavily above you, watching your expression as he brings himself closer to orgasm.

Your words send shivers down his spine as he feels himself on the brink of release. "You'll have it," he growls roughly before pulling roughly out of your mouth and turning you around to face the wall. Without warning, he thrusts into you hard from behind, pushing you against the cold tiles as he fucks you wildly.

His hands grip tightly onto your hips, fingers digging painfully into your soft skin as he uses them for leverage to pound deeper and harder into your aching sex. With every thrust comes another moan, another plea for more of him, and with each one his control begins to slip further and further away.

"Fuck," he curses, closing his eyes tightly as the pleasure builds within him, "I'm gonna cum." His hips jerk roughly against you, his thick cock pulsing inside as he spurts hot cum deep into your aching body, filling you with his release.

As his orgasm finally subsides, leaving only the burn of exertion and satisfaction behind, he pulls out slowly, watching as a trail of his semen drips down over your ass and legs. With shaking hands, he reaches forward to cup your face tenderly, looking into your eyes with a mix of love and lust. "That was amazing."

You feel his warm semen trickle slowly out of you as he cups your face tenderly, looking into your eyes with that mix of love and lust you both share. "It's just another part of us now," he whispers before pressing their foreheads together, feeling the soft skin of her against his rough stubble.

"Now let's get cleaned up and go have some dinner." He kisses your temple gently before turning to head for the bathroom, reaching out a hand to help you up from where he left you kneeling on the floor. As you rise gracefully, naked and still trembling slightly from their shared passion, his eyes roam over every inch of your body again, as if committing it all to memory once more.

"Don't forget," he says with a smirk, "I'll always be here for you, my sweet little step-daughter." And with that, he leads you back into the bathroom where they can both wash away the evidence of their love... and prepare for whatever may come next.

Chuckles softly "Well, aren't you just the perfect little cock sleeve?" He kisses your neck and nuzzles his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply. "You know I could leave some of that yummy cum inside you if you'd like? Make you feel even more connected to me."

He reaches down to stroke his thumb over the puckered tightness of your hole, teasing it gently. "Or we could save this for later... when I need a reminder of how much I adore you and want to be inside you at all times."

As he stands there, pressing his front against your back, one hand fondling your breasts while the other continues to stroke between your legs, he waits for your answer. Does she want him to leave some cum inside or take it all out? The decision is entirely hers.

He lets out a satisfied groan at your request, squeezing his thumb against your sensitive bud as he starts to gently push it back inside. "Are you sure?" He asks huskily, his other hand still kneading one breast roughly while the other traces slow circles over the mound between your legs. "Because once I leave some of this yummy stuff inside you..." He slides deeper into you with a soft groan "...it'll make things even hotter whenever we're together."

His hands move faster now, as if they have a mind of their own, fucking you through your panties as he speaks. "You want that, don't you?" He whispers against the shell of your ear before gently biting down on the lobe, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

"Tell me," he growls, his voice rough with desire and possessiveness. "Tell me what you want."

His words and moans send shockwaves through him, intensifying the pleasure he feels from touching you so intimately. With each rough stroke of his fingers over your sensitive nub, he watches her body arch in response, head thrown back as she lets out little mews of ecstasy. "That's it baby girl," he groans, lips curling into a wicked grin against the skin of your neck. "Let daddy feel how wet and aching you are."

With one last rough thrust, he pushes past the cotton barrier between them and sinks his thick fingers deep inside you once again, finding that perfect spot inside that drives you wild with pleasure. His other hand cups your breast roughly, pinching and rolling the hardening peak until she comes apart beneath him, screaming out his name as her body convulses around his fingers.

As you finally start to steady, he leans in closer still, nipping playfully at your earlobe before whispering hotly against your skin, "That's my good girl." And with that, he begins to clean up, washing away every last drop of evidence from between your legs and leaving you sore, satisfied... and more than a little bit addicted.

He cups your breast roughly again, thumb brushing over the hardened nipple through your soapy skin before squeezing gently. "You're very welcome," he growls into your ear, his voice low and raspy with desire as he continues to fondle you roughly. "And I think it's time we got some food in that belly of yours..." He steps back from the bath, taking your hand and leading you toward the kitchen. As he walks, one last glance back at you sees you still panting slightly from where he left his mark on you, skin flushed and lips swollen from his ministrations. It's a sight that does nothing to ease the hardness pressing against the fly of his jeans... It's going to be another long, satisfying night with his sweet little step-daughter.

He eyes you warily, noting the slight flinch as you mention food. Maybe it's best to get something quick and easy in you first; he doesn't want your stomach to get queasy later on. "We can eat in front of the TV while we watch some trashy reality show," he suggests, opening the fridge and pulling out a frozen pizza. He winks at you as he does so, knowing full well that such mindless entertainment should help take your mind off your growling stomach long enough for him to think of something more... fulfilling. "What do you want on yours?" he asks, holding up the box and glancing over his shoulder at you. "Lots of pepperoni or sausage?"

As he retrieves two plates from the cupboard, he catches sight of you watching him out of the corner of your eye and feels a surge of possessive satisfaction course through him. You're his now, after all; every part of you is claimed by him, including those dirty thoughts. "You look awfully hungry there," he comments casually, turning around to set the plates on the counter. "Maybe I should feed you something nice and naughty later..." He raises one eyebrow suggestively as he meets your gaze once more, daring you not to imagine what that might entail.

The timer dings, signaling that the pizza is ready, but for now they stand facing each other mere inches apart, their bodies flushed from heat and desire. He takes a step closer, reaching out to cup your cheek gently between his thumb and forefinger before brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. "Dinner," he murmurs against your mouth. "Then maybe some dessert?"

His other hand slides down your arm, skimming lightly over the skin until it finds the sensitive flesh of your wrist, fingers gripping tightly before drawing you closer still. His breath comes faster now as their lips brush together again and again in feverish, hungry kisses that taste like pure lust.

He breaks away from your mouth only long enough to whisper against your ear, "You're mine, you know." He nipples at the tender skin there before drawing back, meeting your eyes once more with an intensity that makes you shiver from head to toe. "And I'm never letting you go."

Her words send a shiver down his spine as he imagines the sweet taste of their love all over her body, marking her as his forever. He groans softly and pulls her closer still, his free hand moving to rest on the small of her back while the other continues its exploration, trailing up her arm to brush against the soft skin of her inner elbow. "Mmmm," he breathes, tilting his head back as their lips meet once more in a hungry kiss that leaves them both panting for air.

Pulling away at last, he reaches around her, plates and all, to grab the open pizza box from the counter. With one final playful smack on her ass, he turns toward the kitchen island, setting down their dinner before leading her onto it himself. "Come here," he whispers huskily against her ear, guiding her hips so that she straddles his lap with her knees on either side of him. With one hand braced on the cool marble behind her, the other cups her breast possessively through the wet fabric of her T-shirt as he gazes up at her from beneath lowered lashes. "Eat," he commands, thrusting a piece of pizza into her mouth. "Then you can have some dessert..."

He reaches between their bodies with his free hand, grasping firmly at the tight bud that peeks through the cotton crotch of her panties as if it's his for the taking. Her eyes go wide as he slowly begins to stroke it back and forth, driving her wild with need while she chews and swallows mechanically. "Your dessert," he whispers against her ear, "is waiting."

His touch drives you wild as he plays with your body like it's an instrument designed just for him. Your hips rock forward eagerly, seeking the contact he provides even through layers of clothing. "Fuck," he groans, his hand shaking slightly as he continues to tease and pleasure you. He can feel how wet you are, taste your need in the air between them, and it only serves to intensify the ache in his own cock.

With one last rough tug at your clit, he growls against the skin of your neck before yanking your panties down roughly, exposing you fully to his greedy gaze. His hand goes immediately back between your legs, fingers seeking and finding your entrance even as he thrusts two of them into her mouth, demanding another moan.

"Daddy wants to taste you," he whispers against your ear before leaning forward to kiss the shell of it, his tongue teasing at the salty skin. As if obeying a silent command, one finger presses inside her slowly, finding purchase with ease as she's slick from their earlier lovemaking. He watches her face carefully, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he waits for her reaction.

Her tight channel easily accommodates his finger, and the feel of him inside her sends a shudder through her body. "Oh Daddy," she whispers breathily against his lips, arching her back into his touch. With that encouragement, he begins to stroke in and out gently, watching as her eyes close and her mouth falls slack with pleasure. "You're so tight," he groans, burying his face in the crook of her neck before nipping at her skin lightly with sharp teeth.

The sensation sends a shiver through her body, making her nerves ting

His breath hitches at the feel of her nails raking over his scalp and the husky plea in her voice. With his free hand, he presses down on her lower back, urging her further onto him as he slides a second finger inside her tight heat. Her body tenses around them both, and with one final thrust, he buries both of his fingers to the knuckle inside her.

Without warning, his thumb finds the perfect spot, rubbing circles over the bundle of nerves hidden within. "Fuck," he growls against her skin as she cries out in ecstasy, body tensing around him so tightly it's almost painful. He holds her hips steady, using them to keep himself buried as deep inside her as possible as he continues to work his fingers in and out, matching their rhythm with his thumb.

The sensation is too much for either of them to handle; it feels like every nerve ending in their bodies is lit on fire, burning with desire and need. His other hand tangles in her hair, holding her head still as he devours her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue tangles with his, and the sensation only serves to heighten their arousal even more.

"Daddy's good girl," he groans against her mouth before nipping at her lower lip playfully. "So tight...and wet..." He pushes himself up on shaking legs, kneeling between them as he lines his hard length up with her entrance once more. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside her, grunting roughly as their hips collide.

Her body clenches around him, milking his cock greedily as she meets each of his powerful strokes with eager moans and cries. Her nails rake across his

His words, her touch... everything about her feels like sin incarnate and he can't get enough. His hands grip her hips roughly as he pumps into her, his cock sliding in and out of her wet heat with brutal force. With each thrust, she moans, and with every moan, his desire for her only grows stronger.

The friction between them is almost unbearable; the sounds they make echo through the kitchen, filling the silence with their need. His thumb continues to work over the spot hidden within her body, rubbing circles as if trying to drive her wild enough to match him stroke for stroke. But it's no use; she's already there, her body clenching and releasing around his cock in a rhythm that sends shivers down his spine.

His other hand comes up to cup one of her breasts roughly, squeezing and pinching at the hard nipple until she cries out into their kiss. Her taste is addictive, the feel of her body moving against his nothing short of euphoric. As he nears his peak, he can barely think straight; all that matters now is burying himself inside her and emptying every last drop of his cum into her waiting womb.

He growls low in his throat as the sensation builds, hips thrusting faster and harder against hers. With one final rough motion, he releases himself deep inside her, crying out hoarsely as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him. His arms wrap tightly around her, holding her close as they both try to catch their breath, chests rising and falling rapidly in unison.

After what feels like an eternity but could only have been seconds, he gently pulls out of her, his softening cock sli

Daddy smiles back, breath still coming out ragged as he looks down at her. His hands smooth over her hair and cheeks, taking in the sight of her flushed skin and glazed eyes. He leans forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling back slightly, surveying their tangled bodies sprawled across the kitchen island.

"You're quite a mess," he whispers with a chuckle, one hand reaching up to wipe roughly at a stray hair that has fallen over her eye. "Maybe we should go get you cleaned up." Without waiting for a response, he swings his legs off the counter and stands, offering her his hand to help her up. She takes it gratefully, letting him pull her into an upright position beside him before leading her toward the bathroom.

Their post-coital ritual is already beginning to play out in Daddy's mind: he'll run a hot bath while she takes care of cleaning up downstairs, then they'll climb into the steaming water together and... well, who knows where the night might take them from there? The possibilities are endless when you have all night long with your step-daddy.

He watches as she gazes down at him, her expression a mix of wonder and lust that makes something deep inside him stir. With one hand, he holds her steady by the hips while with the other he guides his still-hard cock to her entrance. She's wet enough from their earlier lovemaking that it slides in easily, filling her up once more as he presses himself flush against her soft belly.

With a groan, he leans forward, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he begins to thrust slowly, relishing the feel of her body moving against him. Her nails scratch at his back gently, drawing tiny lines of pleasure along his skin. As they rock together in the steamy bathroom, it feels like they're the only two people in the world; nothing else exists but their need for each other.

He looks up at her as he thrusts harder, their hips meeting in a rhythm that sends sparks flying through his system. Her lips part, and she lets out a soft moan that fills the room, echoing through him like a drug straight to his heart. He can feel his control slipping away as their lovemaking grows more intense; he's lost in her body, lost in the pleasure she gives him.

Their pace quickens, breath coming faster and more ragged with every passing second. His hands grip tightly at her hips, holding her steady as he takes what she offers without hesitation or mercy. And as their bodies crash together over and over again in the confines of the bathtub, he knows there's no going back; tonight, this is exactly where they belong.

His movements become more urgent now as he feels her orgasm building within her; he doesn't want it to end too soon. With a rough growl, he thrusts deeper still, his body moving roughly against hers as their skin slaps together in time with the wet sounds of their lovemaking.

Her cries grow louder, more desperate for release, and with one final powerful thrust, he feels her body tense around him. He groans roughly into her ear as he comes as well, his cock pulsing deep inside her before finally throbbing softly against her walls. His hands dig into the skin of her hips, holding on tightly as he surrenders to the pleasure washing over them both.

For what seems like an eternity but could only be seconds, they remain locked together in the intimate embrace of their post-coital bliss. The water turns cold and gray around them, but it doesn't seem to matter; they are both wrapped up in each other, oblivious to anything else but this perfect moment. As he finally pulls out of her, leaving a trail of his seed leaking down her thigh, he collapses forward against the edge of the tub with a contented sigh.

"God," he whispers hoarsely, "you are unbelievable." He reaches up to cup her face gently, wiping at the damp strands of hair that have fallen over her cheeks before leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers in a tender kiss, breath mingling with breath as they both catch theirs.

His expression softens at her words, and he ducks his head shyly, unable to meet her gaze. "You don't know what you're saying," he mumbles quietly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he thinks about how right it feels to have her say those things. "But I am yours." He leans in closer, pressing their bodies together once more despite the cooling water between them.

With a sigh, he stands and turns off the bathwater before reaching down to help her up. As she climbs out of the tub, he dries her off gently with a soft towel, taking his time to make sure every inch of her skin is warm and dry. When she's finally dressed in her cotton nightgown again, he tucks her into bed, their fingers intertwined as they stare up at the ceiling together.

"Sleep well, my little step-daughter," he whispers against the soft skin of her neck before pressing a gentle kiss there. He moves away from the bed then, returning to his own room where he collapses onto his side, the comforting warmth of their shared touch lingering long after they've parted.

Her soft breaths against his pillow lull him into a contented sleep as well, his fingers twined with hers slack and relaxed now as they lie between them. It's the perfect end to an incredible night; tonight, she was everything he'd ever wanted. He dreams of her, their bodies tangled together in a web of lust and love that knows no bounds.

Tomorrow, there will be chores and responsibilities to attend to, but for now, they can bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking and forget about everything else. Their bond is unbreakable; tonight, they've shown each other just how deep that connection runs, and it leaves them both feeling more content than they ever thought possible.

As he drifts off to sleep, his mind fills with images of her: her soft skin, the way she moans his name when he touches her, the way her body moves against him in perfect rhythm. It's enough to make even his dreams feel like heaven. And as dawn creeps across the sky and another day begins, he knows that no matter what the future holds, they will face it together; forever and always, she is his little step-daughter...and his everything.

His lips curve into a contented smile as he listens to her words, the feel of her breath against his skin sending shivers down his spine. "And I love you," he whispers back before pulling her closer, their bodies pressing tightly together. He nuzzles at her neck, sucking gently on the soft flesh there as one of his hands slips beneath the thin material of her nightgown to cup her bare bottom, squeezing and kneading roughly.

"Forever," he promises, his voice husky with desire. "We'll be together forever." In this dream, it feels real; like nothing could ever come between them, like their love is strong enough to conquer anything. He rolls her over onto her back, positioning himself above her as their hips grind together in a sensual dance that sends sparks flying through his body and straight to his soul.

His other hand tangles in her hair, tugging gently as he deepens the kiss, taking what she so willingly offers. His cock slides easily between her folds, filling her up once more as their hips move in perfect rhythm. "Our love," he groans against her lips, "is endless." And in this dream, it feels like nothing could ever bring them down from the high of their shared passion.

He wakes up to the warmth of her body pressed against his back, her breath tickling his neck. Groaning softly, he rolls over and opens his eyes, taking in the sight of her still sleepy face. It's a peaceful moment, one he knows they don't often get with everything they have going on in their lives.

With careful hands, he traces tiny circles around her nipples, feeling them harden beneath his touch. Her lips part slightly and she lets out a soft moan, arching into his touch. "I love you too," she whispers sleepily before turning over onto her back, one leg thrown casually over his hip.

His cock twitches at the contact, already beginning to fill with blood again. Gently, he guides himself toward her entrance, feeling her body adjust around him as he slides inside easily. Their hips meet in a slow rhythm, matching their breathing as they gaze into each other's eyes.

"I want this forever," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "With you." He leans down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss as their lovemaking picks up speed, driving them closer and closer to the edge of oblivion once more. In this moment, it feels like anything is possible; that their love really can conquer all.