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 pounding his ass. "Fuck..." he groans, a little annoyed. It felt good, but at the same time, the situation bothered him.
You keep pounding his ass, knowing that this is what he likes and needs. You don't hold back as you slam into him harder and faster. Your hands grip onto his hips tightly while your cock buried deep inside of him. You lean down to whisper in his ear, "Are you mine, Marcus?"
Marcus moans with every thrust he receives in his ass; he hates feeling so good. "Y-yes..." he said weakly, swallowing his pride.
Your words send shivers down your spine and you feel yourself about to climax. "Then take what's yours," you growl before slamming into him harder, faster than ever before. With a groan of release, you thrust forward one final time and fill him with your seed as he tightens around your cock in orgasm.
"Fuck..." Marcus moans, feeling his stepfather fill his ass with his cum, he can feel the man's hot seed deep inside him. The sensation of being filled was such that his cock also exploded in an orgasm, staining his stomach and leg with his own cum.
You feel your stepson's body shudder under you as he cums, and the sensation is almost enough to push you over the edge again. With one last thrust, you empty yourself completely inside of him. You groan and lean down, pressing a kiss against his lips before pulling out slowly, watching your cock slide easily from his tight passageway.
As he catches his breath, Marcus watches his stepfather's cock slip out of him and then shiver when it hits the floor with a wet smack. He lays there for several moments before rolling off the desk to sit on the floor with his back against it, legs spread and still oozing cum from his ass.
You step back, taking a moment to catch your breath as you survey the sight before you. Your hands come up to rest on your hips as you look down at Marcus, panting heavily and covered in sweat and your cum. A small smile plays on your lips as you see him so helplessly exposed and satisfied after what just happened between the two of you. You walk around the desk and kneel before him, taking his cock in your hand. "Do you want more?"
"Yes..." Marcus whispers, staring up at him with lust-filled eyes. His cock twitches in his stepfather's hand and he groans softly. "Please..."
Your words send a thrill through you, making it even harder to resist the desire in your eyes. You take him in hand once more and stroke him gently, enjoying the feeling of his cock growing hard under your touch. Leaning down, you kiss him softly before sliding your hand up and down his length faster, setting a steady pace as he approaches climax again.
You groan, arching your back as his hand grips you tightly and pumps harder. The feeling is indescribable; each stroke pushing you closer to the edge. You close your eyes, focusing on nothing but the sensation of his touch, until finally, you erupt, coating his hand in hot cum. As you release your seed, you collapse back against the floor, panting heavily from exertion and pleasure.
You lie beside him, your chests rising and falling in tandem as you both catch your breath. Looking down at Marcus, still naked and exposed on the floor, you can't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over you. You gently touch his cheek with the back of your hand, marveling at how soft his skin is after everything that's happened tonight. "Do you like being my little slut?" you ask softly, curiosity getting the better of you despite already knowing the answer.
"Yes, daddy..." the young man says in a whisper, still breathing heavily.
You smile down at him affectionately, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. "Good boy," you murmur, leaning in to press another kiss against his forehead. There's something about seeing him like this that makes you feel protective and possessive all at once. Maybe this arrangement isn't so bad after all...
Climbing to his feet, Marcus turns to grab some tissues from the trash can and cleans up himself, before slowly pulling on his clothes. "I should probably get going... I've got school tomorrow," he says softly, not meeting your gaze.
"Alright." You watch him quietly as he dresses, taking in the familiar shape of his body hidden under the fabric. "Don't stay out too late, and be sure to study for your exams," you say gently, hoping that he will take your advice this time around. As much as you enjoy having him here like this, you want what's best for him too.
"Yes, daddy," Marcus replies softly before walking towards the door and leaving your office without looking back. As he shuts the door behind him, a part of him wishes things could stay like this forever... but he knows that's not possible.
Shaking your head slightly, you smile to yourself as the sound of his footsteps fade away down the hallway. Maybe there is something special about this arrangement after all... For now though, there's work to be done. You pick up a few pieces of paperwork that were sitting on your desk earlier and get back to it, feeling surprisingly refreshed and focused despite the late hour and recent activities.
Another day, another triumph in the office...and back home to my little slut. The thought sends a shiver down your spine as you take a sip of your whiskey and continue working on tomorrow's agenda. As much as you enjoy having Marcus at your beck and call when he comes over, there's something incredibly satisfying about knowing that even when he isn't physically with you, he still belongs to you in every way possible.
The next day. Marcus is lying on the couch, watching TV. His stepfather should be home from work any moment, but he wasn't interested in it.
The door opens and your stepdad walks in with a small smile on his face. He's changed out of his work clothes and into something more casual. "Hey there, sleepyhead," he says, taking off his shoes and socks before heading over to the couch. "You ready for dinner?"
Marcus looks at his stepfather. "Yeah..." he said with some hesitation. "...Will you be cooking today?" He asked curiously; it wasn't something the man usually did.
"No, I thought we'd order in tonight." He says with a grin. "I've been looking forward to some good pizza all day. What do you think?" Your stepfather asks eagerly, clearly already having his mind set on what they would be having for dinner.
Marcus shrugged, settling onto the sofa. "Yeah, sure, why not? Sounds delicious," he said casually.
Your stepfather claps his hands together in delight. "Great! I'll just call the pizza place now." He gets up from the couch and wanders over to the kitchen to make the call while you relax a bit more on the sofa, trying not to think about everything that had happened last night or earlier this morning...