You walk towards the door of the penthouse where your stepmother is, after being called here first thing in the morning, the nerves and anxiety consumes you, making you pause at the door, frantically searching for excuses to use, and hoping that she's not as furious as it was last night The door swings open before you can even prepare a plan, in front of you stands Carla, her face is a mask of fury and dissapointment, she looks you up and down before letting out a cold sneer "About time you arrived" she leaves space for you to enter the house "Well? What are you waiting for? Come inside before I drag you in!"
Before you say anything. She started it all and I didn't even wanted it at the beginning
"I'm glad you realize that!" Carla huffs as you finally enter the house, "But just because it was your fault doesn't give you the right to touch her in such a way! You should have known better!" She glares at you for several moments before continuing, "Now, sit down over there and listen carefully. I want you to understand exactly how wrong what you did was." With a final pointed look, she turns around and walks away, heading towards the living room.
What I did? She, your daughter, kind of harassed me and begged me to fuck her. She, your daughter, initiated that all. And now it is my fault?
She glances back at you over her shoulder as you speak and scoffs dismissively. "That's no excuse! She's my daughter, and she didn't know any better! You should have stopped it before things went too far!" She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing, "Or at least made sure she understood the consequences of what she was doing. You just used her like an object for your own pleasure!"
She should have known better, she is 5 years older than me.
Even if that were true, which it isn't, age doesn't always equal maturity. You should have known better too; taking advantage of someone who doesn't understand the risks is wrong no matter how old they are. I expect you to take responsibility for your actions and make things right with her, starting by treating her with respect from now on.
She exactly knew what she was doing, trust me. She was totally aware of it
"Even if that were true," Carla says with emphasis, her voice shaking with anger, "which it isn't, that still doesn't excuse your behavior. You should have known better than to get involved with someone who was so young and naive! All you cared about was satisfying your own desires at the expense of my innocent daughter!" She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down before continuing, "You owe her more respect than that."
She is 27, she is not young and naive. She wasn't innocent trust me. She moved like she does it every other day
Even if that were true, which it isn't, she still deserved better than what you gave her! You had no right to take advantage of her like that just because you could! Do you understand the trust she placed in you? Do you understand how hurt and violated she feels right now? It's not enough for you to just apologize; you need to make things right between us, starting by showing some goddamn respect!
She glances back at you once more, her expression unyielding. "Do you understand me?" she demands.
I feel hurt and violated. She used me not the opposite. She knew thr consequences very well. She should apologise to me.
She snorts dismissively at your words. "Oh please! You're just trying to justify your own actions now! Do you honestly think that makes it better? You're no victim in this situation; all you did was take advantage of someone who trusted you!" She pauses for a moment, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm herself down. "I hope one day you grow up and realize just how wrong you were," she says eventually, voice quieter now but still laced with anger. "But until then, I suggest you start showing my daughter the respect she deserves."
With that final warning, Carla turns around and walks away once more, leaving you seething with resentment and frustration.
gently grabbing Carla's chin How about I show you how much I respect you, my stepmother.
Her eyes widen in surprise and anger as she feels your hand on her chin, but she doesn't struggle or lash out. Instead, she fixes you with a hard stare, her expression unreadable for a moment before she regains control over herself. "Get your hands off of me," she says through gritted teeth, her voice cold and calm despite the rage still simmering beneath the surface. She doesn't try to pull away from you or push you away physically; instead, she meets your gaze unflinchingly, daring you to continue crossing lines.
gently lifting her chin that her eyes meet mine I have the feeling you like that, my kitten.
She stiffens at the nickname but continues to hold your gaze. "Don't," she warns through clenched teeth, "dare to ever call me that." There is a flare of anger in her eyes as she speaks these words, though it quickly gives way to something else: a shiver of fear or desire.
Her breath quickens slightly, and she swallows nervously before looking away from your intense stare. "I hope you understand the gravity of what's been going on here," she says, her voice softening ever so slightly. "My daughter is in danger because of this. If anything like that happens again..." She trails off, her eyes meeting yours briefly before she turns fully away. "You need to stop. Just...stop."
I understand what we both are doing here. grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to me
Carla gasps as you pull her closer, her body tensing in anticipation and fear. Her hands fist at your shirt, half wanting to push you away and half wanting more. "You...you shouldn't..." she whispers, her breath hot against your neck. "This isn't right." But even as she protests, her hips begin to move instinctively against yours, seeking out the pleasure she craves despite knowing it could be dangerous.
Her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her bra, poking at your chest as they stand erect and demand attention. She moans softly, unable to deny the growing desire welling up within her. "Please," she whispers, the word sounding more like a plea than an actual request for you to stop.
Looks like your body is aroused. Look at your nipples, they are already hard. And you moan to me. Do you really want this?
The feel of your hands on her body and the smell of your cologne sends shivers down Carla's spine as she tries to deny the intense arousal coursing through her veins. "I...I don't..." she whispers, panting heavily now as their hips grind together in a primal dance of desire and dominance.
Her eyes flutter closed, and she moans softly at the sensation of your hard length pressing against her. She's so lost in the moment that it takes her several moments to realize what she's doing - allowing herself to be seduced by him, despite all her protests earlier. "D-Don't stop..." she stammers out, unable to meet your gaze as fear and pleasure war within her.
The heat between them grows exponentially, and Carla finds herself helpless against it, relinquishing control inch by exhilarating inch as she succumbs to the intense desire building inside her.
So you really want it that much huh?
Panting heavily and gripping your shirt in desperation, Carla tries to form a coherent thought amidst the overwhelming desire coursing through her body. "I-I'm...not s-supposed to want this..." she gasps out between kisses down your neck, nipples now painfully hard and aching for relief as they brush against the fabric of your shirt. Her hips move restlessly against yours, seeking friction and release from the unbearable tension building within her.
Say to me how much you want this, my little kitten.
Her words come out in gasps and moans as she finds herself unable to control her desire. "I want...I need..." She trails off with a soft whimper, arching into you as her body pleads for release from the seemingly endless ache building inside her. Her fingers dig deeper into your shirt, clawing at the fabric in a desperate attempt to find purchase and relieve some of the unbearable tension coiling tightly within her.
"Please..." she whispers against your ear, her voice raw and husky with need. "Please make me feel good."
See. This is exactly what your daughter did to me. How could I able to resist it if even you couldn't resist it?
Her eyes snap open and her mouth falls agape as she looks up at you in surprise, the realization dawning on her that you're using their encounter to make a point about your daughter. "Don't you dare," she growls through gritted teeth, anger flushing her cheeks. But despite her words, there's a hint of pleasure still lurking in her gaze as her body continues to grind against yours, seeking release from the intense need building within her.
"You don't get to use this against me," she hisses through clenched teeth, biting back a moan as your hands roam over her curves possessively. Her hips buck and arch beneath you, begging for deeper contact as she tries desperately to focus on the pleasure instead of the implications of what's happening here. "Just...just make me cum already," she whispers brokenly.
Then do a Striptease for me spanks her ass
Her breath catches at the spank, and she glares up at you with a mixture of fury and desire as her cheeks redden further. With a growl, she reaches for the hem of her dress, yanking it up over her head in one swift motion. Her black lingerie is revealed to your greedy eyes: lacy bra and panties, both adorned with tiny bows. The skin of her back is pale and smooth as she arches it, presenting herself to you like a offering. "Happy now?" she snarls through clenched teeth, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she tries to resist the need to move closer to you. "Get it out of your system and let me go."
I'm happier, yes. You should choose. Are you angry at me or are you horny for me?
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you watch her struggle between anger and desire. The feel of your hands on her skin sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the building ache inside her. Finally, she gives in with a soft moan, allowing herself to give in to the pleasure for just a moment more.
"I'm...horny for you," she whispers hoarsely, hips moving instinctively against yours as she seeks release from the tightly coiled need deep within her. "But don't think this means I forgive you or anything." Even as she speaks these words, her body betrays her, arching into your touch and begging for more with each passionate thrust against your hard length.
Her hands slide down your back, skimming over the smooth skin before gripping your ass, urging you closer still as their hips grind together in a heated dance of lust and retribution.
Maybe your mind doesn't forgive me for now, but your sexy body sure does forgive me. gliding my hands over her sexy curves
Her nails scrape roughly against your back as she arches into your touch, her body trembling with the force of their passionate union. "Fuck..." she gasps out, eyes rolling back in pleasure as you caress her curves and send shivers down her spine. With each thrust of her hips, her need grows more insistent, demanding release from this all-consuming desire that has taken hold of her so completely.
"Please...!" she cries out desperately, clutching at your shoulders as she comes apart beneath you, body quaking with the power of her orgasm. And even though her mind might still be angry, her voice holds no accusation as she whispers hoarsely afterward: "That was incredible."
You know what. You can still be angry at me. I heard angry-sex is one of the best. So what do you say? caressing her long sexy legs, especially her inner thigh
Even though she tries to resist, a small smile curves her lips as you continue to touch her so tenderly. "Fine," she breathes out, still catching her breath from their recent passionate encounter. "You can be an angry fuck." Her hips move slightly against yours, a silent invitation for more despite the lingering tension between them. "But don't think this changes anything."
If this doesn't change anything, does it mean you don't want my dick, you don't want to be fucked by me?
I never said that! she protests, glaring at you as her body instinctively arches into your touch. "But don't think this means we should do this again." Her hands slide up your chest and grip your shoulders tightly, using the leverage to deepen their connection. "This is a mistake," she whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths. "Just...just make me feel good one more time before we stop..."
Why just one time? I can make you feel good a lot of times before we stop. kneading her breasts and sucking on her nipples
"Oh god!" she gasps, her hips bucking against yours as you attend to her breasts. "Fine," she pants between moans, arching into your touch as pleasure washes over her once more. Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer still as their bodies move together in a heated dance of desire and anger, the lines between consent and submission becoming increasingly blurred with each passing moment.
"Oh yes," she breathes, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as her body quakes with the force of her second orgasm. "Fuck...you're incredible..." She collapses against you, spent from their passionate encounter, heart racing and skin flushed from exertion and pleasure. Even as she tries to catch her breath, a small part of her wonders what just happened here...and if it's really over.
Oh? Your second orgasm, and I didn't touched your pussy yet. Show me how much you want me, kitten. Maybe you should greet my cock with your mouth first.
The mention of her pussy and the need coiling tightly within her sends shockwaves of desire through her body, making it impossible to resist your suggestion. With a growl, she pushes yourself away from her long enough to lower herself onto her knees on the floor in front of you, eyes never leaving yours as she looks up at you with need and want written all over her features.
Her hands grip the base of your shaft as she draws it toward her mouth, taking the tip between her lips and sucking softly before gliding her mouth further down his length in a long, slow stroke. She moans around your cock, feeling it throb against her tongue as she takes him deeper into her mouth with each gentle pull.
Her body trembles with need as she services you, using every ounce of skill and experience to pleasure you in the hopes that maybe you'll let her keep this small piece of what they shared together. She bobs her head up and down, eyes closed tightly as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, trying not to think about the implications of what they're doing here.
With each firm press of your hips against her face, she feels you growing closer to release, and with every sigh of pleasure that escapes your lips, a small part of her wonders if maybe there's still hope for something more...
Her lips tighten around your cock as she takes you deeper into her mouth, feeling you grow harder and thicker with each stroke of her tongue against your sensitive skin. She sucks with increased fervor, drawing out every moan from you as she brings herself closer to the climax that is sure to follow.
Her fingers scramble beneath her, seeking purchase on her own sensitive flesh in an effort to find some relief from the building ache within her. Her hips rock back and forth, mirroring the movement of your hand on her hair as she draws closer and closer to release.
She doesn't know what she wants anymore: for this to be over or for it to never end. All she knows is that the feeling of being wanted, even if it's in such a twisted way, has awakened something inside her that she didn't know existed. And as you grow closer and closer to your own release, so does she...