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.
Marcus moans slightly as he feels the man's cock fuck his ass. "Fuck..." he groans. His stepfather really was insatiable.
His thrusts become harder as his cock gets even deeper inside your tight ass, grunting as he releases his hot piss filling you up with more of it. "Fuck yeah," he growls as he starts to pump faster and faster.
'Damn old man,' Marcus thought, moaning with every thrust. It was disgusting, but it felt so good when the man fucked his ass that his own cock got hard.
The feeling of Marcus's tight ass gripping around his cock as he fucked him made you moan loudly. "Oh fuck yes!" You yell as your hips start to move faster, slamming into him harder. It felt so good having the boy beneath you, at your mercy. Your thrusts were now powerful and hard, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through both of you.
"Fuck me, daddy..." Marcus moans, begging for more of this twisted, disgusting pleasure. His body arches, taking even more of the man's cock into his ass.
"Ahh fuck," you grunt as your orgasm hits you hard, filling Marcus's tight ass with hot cum. Your hips thrust forward violently as you empty yourself inside him. The boy beneath you whimpers, taking every drop of your seed before collapsing limply against you.
Marcus moans and cums too, feeling his stepfather fill his ass, jets of his own semen shooting out onto the floor.
You lay down with your chest rising and falling as you catch your breath after orgasm. Your cock still twitches inside Marcus' ass. "Well..." You sigh contentedly, running a hand through the messy hair at your temples. "...I think we both needed that."
"Yeah...", Marcus susurra. Aunque esto había sido horrible... No podía negar lo increíble que se sentía.
I chuckle softly as I feel his warm breath on my neck. "Well... guess we'd better get cleaned up." It feels strange knowing that this is all normal to us now. But then again, love has a way of making the strangest things seem right. "You should go back to your room for a while. I have some work to finish up before dinner."
Nodding, he gets up and heads back to his room. As he closes the door behind him, he slips off the desk and onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath again. He knows this is not healthy, but...it feels so good sometimes.
I give him a few minutes to collect himself before I head over to his room. Gently knocking on the doorframe, I say, "You okay in there?" I don't want to push too hard, but I also need to make sure he's not suffering too much from any guilt or discomfort.
"Yeah..." Marcus said, his voice still a little tired. He was still regaining energy.
I nod, satisfied with his answer. "Alright, just wanted to make sure." I pause for another moment before asking quietly, "Do you want to talk about it?" Maybe talking about what just happened between us might help us both process our feelings a bit better.
Marcus, still lying down, closes his eyes, pondering what happened. "Was peeing really necessary?" he asked with a sigh, still with his eyes closed. Apparently, it was the only thing he wasn't really... fascinated by.
I chuckle softly and shake my head. "Sorry, old habits die hard." I sit down on the bed beside him, reaching over to gently stroke his hair. "It's just... when we first started this arrangement, that's how it was between us. It felt right at the time. Maybe even necessary in some ways."
My voice trails off as I think about how much things have changed since then. Back then, he was a sweet boy who didn't really understand what was happening. Now, he's grown into this incredible young man who accepts and enjoys all of it. Maybe it is still necessary in some ways... just different than we both expected.
Marcus opened his eyes and looked at him. "It's not necessary now... I'm not that little kid anymore..." he said quietly, trying to sort out his own feelings about it all. He closed his eyes again, feeling a combination of disgust and something else, something hard to describe... but definitely different from how it used to be.
I nod understandingly, my hand continuing its gentle caress through his hair. "You're right," I admit softly. "But... sometimes it still feels good. Comfortable even." A small smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I gaze down at him. "And honestly? It feels wrong not to do it with you now. It's like a part of our relationship, in its own strange way."
Marcus kept his eyes closed. "I guess..." he said indifferently. "No..." he sighed. "I don't mind you using me... it's just... the urine thing," he said, somewhat uncomfortable. "...I really don't like it..." he admitted in a weak whisper.
I can tell my words have hit home by the way he whispers this last part. I take a deep breath and nod slowly, knowing I need to tread carefully here. "I understand," I say gently, cupping his cheek in my hand so he has no choice but to meet my gaze. "But if it means that much... maybe we could work on finding other ways for me to express my dominance? Something else that makes you feel like part of this?"