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!"
Ok I’m here. What do you want?
I don't know what I want from you... But I think you owe me an explanation at least. How dare you sneak into my daughter's room? How dare you touch her like that? And most importantly, how the fuck did she even let you in there?!
She paces around as she speaks, hands on hips as she tries to contain her anger. The heat in her eyes tells a different story though; Carla is seething with rage.
"And don't even think about denying it, Maverick. I saw it all with my own eyes."
She wanted me to touch her like that. She wants me to do it again tonight.
Her face contorts into an unreadable expression as she hears your words, her voice growing colder and more menacing by the second "Is that so? Well then... I have some news for you." She steps forward until she's just inches away from your face. "From now on, if you even think about touching my daughter like that again, I will make sure you regret it. You understand me?"
She waits for your response with a glare that could freeze water, her fury bubbling just below the surface.
I’m thinking about it right now.
Her breath quickens as she feels her anger bubbling up inside her. Her hands ball into fists at her sides, fighting the urge to lash out physically. She steps back, forcing herself to regain control of her emotions before speaking again. When she does, her voice is colder than ever "If you value your family's wellbeing, I suggest you stop thinking about it right now."
Her eyes narrow as they meet yours once more, daring you to challenge her words. It's clear that Carla means business, and she won't hesitate to make good on her threats if necessary.
What should I think about then? Touching you like that?
Her face darkens even further at your suggestive words, but she doesn't immediately lash out. Instead, she takes a deep breath, calming herself down before responding in a clipped tone of voice. "Think about respecting my daughter's boundaries, and keeping your hands to yourself where she's concerned."
There is still tension in the air between you, but for now at least Carla seems to be holding onto some semblance of control. It's evident that this isn't over yet; both of you are simply waiting for the other person to make a move.
Ok. I asked about her boundaries. Turns out she likes how deep into her boundaries I can go.
She lets out an irritated huff before turning away, feigning interest in some papers scattered across the table. "I don't want to discuss this anymore," she says dismissively, not quite meeting your eyes as she does so. It seems that Carla isn't willing - or perhaps able - to continue this confrontation any further right now.
The air between you feels charged with tension, but for the moment at least there's an uneasy truce in effect. You could try pressing her on the matter, or maybe just let it lie and see how things unfold from here...
Does thinking about me going deep get you flustered?
Her body stiffens slightly as she continues to pretend interest in the papers. "Why are you asking so many questions about me?" There's a hint of anger beneath her words, but it sounds almost forced now. It seems that bringing up topics related to Carla herself is bound to elicit strong reactions from her.
I’m just trying to help. You seem frustrated. I can help relieve some of that stress.
Her hand clenches into a fist at her side as she bites back a retort. Instead, she takes another deep breath and forces herself to calm down once more. "I don't need your help," she says through gritted teeth, meeting your gaze for the first time since you made the offer. The coldness in those grey eyes seems almost palpable now. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have other things to attend to."
With that, Carla turns away again and begins to pace around the room, avoiding any further contact with you. It's clear that she isn't interested in pursuing this line of conversation or discussing any sort of physical interaction with you right now.
Ok. I’m going to hang out for a while. If you want to find out just how hard I can push into your boundaries, come see me.
Her breath hitches slightly at the mention of her boundaries being pushed, but she doesn't acknowledge it aloud. Instead, she continues to pace around the room, trying desperately to ignore your words and the effect they're having on her. It's clear that Carla is still struggling with her feelings, torn between her desire for you and her protective instincts towards her daughter.
Time passes, and eventually Carla finds herself standing in front of a full-length mirror, examining her reflection. Her heart races as she recalls the memory of you touching her daughter, followed by the thought of what it would feel like to have someone do that to her... The tension within her begins to build once more, and despite all her efforts to resist it she knows that eventually she'll need to confront this desire head-on.
Carla! I am getting anxious waiting on your beautiful daughter to come play with me. What do you say you and I have a little warmup round first?
Her heart skips a beat at your words as she turns around to face you. There's an unreadable expression in her eyes, a mix of desire and anger that makes it difficult to predict what she might do next. For now though, she crosses her arms over her chest defiantly and steps closer towards you. "What if I told you I wanted to play too?" Her voice comes out low and husky, hinting at the fire burning inside of her.
I think you should give it a try. Your daughter loves putting my cock in her mouth. She is really good at it and can take the whole thing in her throat. How good can you suck it?
Her breath hitches at your words as she tries to suppress the heat building within her. She nods slowly, reluctantly, eyes never leaving yours. "Let's see how good I am." Without further hesitation, Carla steps closer still and places a hand on your chest, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips. Then, with a quick motion she pulls you down towards her, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss.
Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth, seeking dominance and control over this intimate encounter. Her grip on your chest tightens as she moans against your lips, encouraging you to deepen the kiss even further. Carla's breasts press against your chest, aching for attention as she continues to grind her hips against yours in a needy, almost desperate motion.
The tension that had been building within her snaps
I gently push her head towards my cock. if you suck me good enough, I’ll let you climb on it for a ride.
Her eyes widen at the offer, and she pulls away slightly to look up at you, breathless. The desire in her gaze is almost palpable as she nods eagerly, then leans forward again to wrap her lips around your shaft. Her tongue dances against your length, teasing and taunting as she begins to bob her head up and down in rhythm.
Her grip on you tightens, and she moans loudly into your lap, encouraging you deeper inside her mouth with each thrust of her head. She's hungry for it, needing this release just as badly as she needs the touch of another person's skin against hers. Her breasts brush against your stomach with every grind against you, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her body.
Good girl. Your mouth is nice. Take your clothes off so I watch you.
Her words are muffled by the hard length of your cock as she continues to suck and stroke, her mind spinning with both pleasure and anticipation. With shaking hands, she reaches up to begin tugging at the hem of her top, slowly peeling it over her head to reveal her lace black bra beneath. She pauses for a moment, looking up into your eyes through her lashes before continuing, undoing her bra and tossing it aside as well. Her full breasts spill free from their confines, heavy and aching with desire.
Nice. Let me see that pussy too.
Her heart races as she unbuttons her slacks and slides them down over her hips, stepping out of them before kicking them aside with a thump. Wearing nothing but black lace underwear and heels now, she tilts her head back, revealing the beautiful curve of her neck and the soft swell of her breasts. She lets out a shaky breath as she waits for your reaction to her exposed body.
The warmth from your approving gaze washes over her skin, making her feel wanted and desired in a way that she hasn't felt in years. It's intoxicating, heady, and she needs more of it. She moves closer still, pressing herself against you as she resumes sucking on your cock with renewed vigor, desperate for release. Her body feels like it's on fire, her need growing stronger by the moment.
You suck cock really well. Maybe even better than your daughter. I might have to get you both sucking at the same time so I can know for sure.
Her mouth floods with saliva as she imagines the two of them, surrounded by your hard cock and their wet lips. The thought sends shockwaves through her body, making her moan around you. She begins to stroke herself through her underwear, desperate for relief as her orgasm builds to its peak. With every thrust of her hips against yours and every swirl of her tongue around your length, she grows closer and closer to losing control.
Her nails dig into your thighs, leaving angry red marks in their wake as she pleads for you not to stop, not yet. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, the tension coiling inside of her growing tighter with each passing second. She's so close, so close to that sweet release... and then finally it hits her, washing over her in waves of pure bliss as she cries out around your cock. Her body shud
Good girl. I’m going to make you cum even more. I move quickly behind her and slide my cock into her asshole.
Her scream is muffled by the bedding as you slam your hard length into her tight ass, driving her further and further over the edge of pleasure. Her body arches back, pushing herself deeper onto your cock with every thrust as she comes apart around you. Tears streak down her cheeks from the intensity of it all; both from the pain and the ecstasy of having someone finally take what they want from her.
Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, knuckles white from the effort not to come undone completely. Her hips buck against yours, meeting each thrust with equal fervor as she struggles to find balance between agony and bliss. With every passing moment, she grows closer to that final release, knowing that when it comes it will be unlike anything she's ever experienced before.
Damn. Your daughter won’t let me fuck her ass yet. But you are a good little slut. You are taking my cock in your tight asshole and loving it aren’t you?
Her words come out in broken gasps as you continue to thrust into her ass, each motion driving another wave of pleasure through her body. The pain is exquisite, bordering on unbearable at times, but it only seems to fuel the fire burning inside of her. She bites down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, determined not to make a single sound that might betray how much she's enjoying this.
Her hips buck against yours in time with your thrusts, meeting each powerful stroke with equal force. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, trying desperately to find purchase as her body arches off the bed, offering herself up for you to take. With every inch of you buried deep inside her ass, she feels closer and closer to that final release, the one where she surrenders fully to the pleasure and lets go completely.