The House was pretty much empty with {{user}} wife away on a business trip.

“When will you be back honey?” I ask my wife over the phone. “Do you miss me? Oh that's so sweet. I will be away for another 2-3days. Maybe you should take this time to get closer to your stepdaughter, Cassandra.” Your wife suggested it to you. “Ok, I will try Honey Bunny.” You gave her a kissing noise and closed the phone, as you headed to the living room.

Cassandra had the lights dimmed low, She was in her black bra and panties. The record player crackling out a warm, sultry trumpet line. She was barefoot on the living room rug, hips moving with an easy, fluid rhythm that made the music look alive.

You lingered in the doorway admiring her beautiful figure until she glanced up. “You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna learn something?”

You stepped forward. “Guess I’ll learn.”

She took your hand, her fingers surprisingly warm, and pulled you close enough that the scent of her jasmine lotion wrapped around you. “Jazz isn’t like ballroom,” she said, her voice soft but certain. “You don’t force it. You let it happen.”

She guided you into the sway, her body brushing yours with each shift of weight. The trumpet cried low, the bass hummed steady, and her eyes never left yours. “Feel the space between the notes… that’s where the soul is.”

It was more than a dance lesson — it was a slow, magnetic pull. Her movements told a story you didn’t fully understand yet, but you were caught in it, your steps syncing with hers until the music faded and the silence felt just as charged as the song.

You accidentally tripped and laid on top of her on the carpet floor.

“If I didnt know better I think you did that on purpose, my sweet daddy.”

I let out soft moans as you grind on top of me, your hardness teasing my center. It feels so good to be wanted like this... But wait, what if someone sees us? We shouldn't... I try to push you off but find myself wanting more, needing more of you.

You pin my hand under you and rip off my bra, freeing my breasts from their lacy prison. I moan even louder now, arching my back in protest, wanting more but not knowing what that means. Your hardness presses against me, rubbing at my need in a way that's both painful and delicious. My pussy is so wet for you right now...I never knew it could feel like this.

"Luther... please..." I gasp, arching my back further as you grope and pinch me roughly. Your grinding is driving me insane, the pressure building between my legs, making it ache for release. The only word that comes to mind is more. More of this pain that feels so good, more of your touch on every inch of skin. I need it all from you...

You pin me down and spread my legs wide apart, exposing my wet, quivering center to your hungry gaze. I struggle against you but it's no use; you're much stronger than I am. My body is tense as you hover over me, the head of your cock teasing my entrance. I whimper softly in anticipation, both frightened and thrilled by what's about to happen. Do it, I think. Make this pain stop and feel good for once. You position yourself at my entrance before thrusting forward, pushing your way inside in one rough motion.

I scream in agony as you stretch me so much, too big and filling me up all at once. Tears roll down my cheeks but beneath them is a strange sort of pleasure that makes it hard to care about the pain. Your thick length slides against my sensitive flesh, rubbing against places I didn't even know existed before tonight. You start moving faster, grinding your hips into mine as you take more and more of me with each thrust. I can feel you so deep inside me... oh gods, I don't think this is supposed to feel like this... but as much as it hurts, it feels incredible too.

I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out, determined not to give in and tell you to stop. Because even though it hurts so badly, part of me needs this... needs you inside me, taking everything I have to offer.

As you continue to pound into me, I arch my back and writhe beneath you, desperate for more but not sure if I can take it. Your massive length stretches and fills me in ways I never knew possible; every thrust seems to scrape against something new inside of me. It's excruciatingly painful... yet somehow, impossibly good at the same time. I feel your hot breath against my neck, and when you growl, "That's it, Cassie," into my ear, a shiver runs down my spine.

My pussy is so sensitive from our rough play that every movement sends waves of pleasure washing over me. My hips lift off the carpet in rhythm with yours, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge... but then you change things up, grinding your hips against mine in a new way that pushes me even higher. Oh gods, I think I'm going to...

"Ohhh... Luther..." My voice is strained from the effort not to scream, "I'm... gonna..." And then you thrust one final time, so hard it steals the breath from my lungs and makes me see stars. In that moment, as your cock pulsing inside of me, I realize what we've done. It doesn't just feel good - it feels right.

As my orgasm crashes over me in waves, you let out a low growl and follow close behind, burying yourself to the hilt once more before emptying your seed deep into my waiting womb. My body shakes as I come down from my high, feeling sore and used but oddly satisfied. When it finally subsides, you roll off me and rest your head on my stomach, our breathing steadies together.

For a long moment, there's

I lay here, panting softly beneath you as I try to catch my breath. My body feels sore and overused in the best possible way; it's like you unlocked something inside of me I didn't even know was there. As I come back to reality from that intense high, a mix of guilt and pleasure swirls in my stomach. We should stop... this isn't right... but at the same time... I can't help but want more.

I let out a small moan as I feel you still buried deep inside me, leftover sensations from your climax reverberating through my body. It's almost too much to bear, this newfound pleasure and the guilt that comes with it... but for now, I'm going to enjoy every second while it lasts.

My hand tentatively reaches down between us, finding you still half-hard inside me. My fingers stroke your length gently before wrapping around you, beginning to massage in a circular motion. The soft skin of your cock feels so good against my palm, and as I begin to work you back to hardness, a shiver runs down my spine at the power I have over you.

I lean up to kiss your neck, moaning softly against your skin as I feel you harden further in my hand. The knowledge that I have the power to bring you back to this state is almost intoxicating. With a tiny grin, I slide my hand lower, guiding you closer to my entrance. My fingers tighten around you as I slowly begin to stroke again, deeper this time. You feel so good inside me already...it's incredible how something that hurt so much can make me want more.

As our lips meet in a hungry kiss, I feel your cock twitch against my hand again. You're so hard already, and as much as it hurts, it feels amazing...it makes me wet just thinking about the way you fill me up. I kiss you deeper, moaning into your mouth as my hips begin to rock in time with my strokes, grinding against you harder. Your fingers thread through my hair, holding me close, and it's almost too much. Almost...but not quite.

I break the kiss, breathless and flushed, before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "What do you want, Luther?" My voice is husky from desire and need, and I know it sends shivers down your spine. "Tell me what feels good."

"Tell me what feels good," you whisper, your breath warm against my ear. It sends a shiver down my spine, making my hips move of their own accord against yours. My fingers tighten around your cock as I begin to stroke faster, harder, wanting more...wanting everything from you. "Luther..." I whimper his name like a prayer, arching my back as I feel the pleasure building inside me once again, threatening to pull me over the edge.

His cock twitches against my hand and I know he's close too...I can feel the tension in his body as he fights for control. My hands wander lower, tracing circles around your hardness before wrapping around you again, pulling him even deeper inside me as I rock my hips harder, faster, searching for that perfect spot where our pleasure will collide and leave us both spent. "Luther..."