Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Duncan smiled and pulled her tight against him. She looked up at him tentatively. “Are you mad?”

He reached over and pulled her hand into his lap. His dick was fully erect.

She smiled. “Well then!”

“So tell me,” he said, as she resumed leaning into his shoulder. “What did you and Mark do?”

She smiled. “Well, it started harmless enough, I sat on his knee. He immediately shifted me to a more comfortable position on his lap, though and it wasn’t long before I felt his hand on my hip. He laid it in the same spot that Ed had touched me, and it was like I was on fire again. Here was another man, groping me while my husband blatantly saw. My brain was screaming at me to make him stop, but also screaming at me to make him go further, but there was a stronger, more commanding voice inside that said that I should do whatever I was told.”

Duncan nodded in surprise. “Is that the servant part of you?” he asked.

She was quiet for a bit before answering. “I don’t know,” she said honestly. “It was all going so fast in my head, especially when he moved his hands. He shifted from my hip, to up here,” she said, touching him where Mark had placed his hand on her neck.

“I mean, that alone was exciting. It was like I was back in school or something, and some authority figure was forcing me to sit. I could feel his erection too, and he began to push my hips up and down, sliding his cock up and down my hip.”

Duncan smiled. “Go on,” he said, seeing her glance up at him questioningly.

“Every once in a while he would switch to my hip again and rock my hips forwards and backwards gently, rubbing his cock back and forth that way. I was helpless to resist, as my husband was watching, and obviously wanted me to be a good girl,” she finished playfully. “I could feel my pussy squishing in my panties, though.”

Duncan groaned then. “God, I’m going to come way too fast tonight,” he said.

“Well, we can always keep going after that,” she said with a grin. “Remember earlier today?”

“Jesus, how could I forget,” he said.

She looked up at him. “Did Becky feel good when she sat down on your lap?”

He looked down and smiled. “Of course she did.”

“I saw when she grabbed your hands and put them on her hips, but was it her that started moving them or you?”

Duncan was quiet for a second, before Kelly looked up at him for her answer. “I did,” he finally replied. Kelly giggled and nuzzled up against him again.

“I figured as much,” she said. “I can see that would be hard to resist.”

They finally made it home a few minutes later, and Kelly led Duncan into their bedroom after he locked the door. He stopped her halfway, though, and spun her back around. He reached down and ran a single finger under one of the spaghetti straps of her dress.

“Did you like those other men touching you?” Duncan asked, his voice deep and resonant.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Kelly chewed her bottom lip nervously, unsure of what she would say. Did she? Her heart began to beat faster as he pulled slowly downward, the black cloth sliding down her arm. It began to pull the fabric covering her upper torso and right breast.

“I…” she started, but trailed off.

He leaned down and kissed her collarbone, his lips gently sucking her soft, pale skin. She felt his tongue too, gently probing against her flesh and beginning to work its way lower.

His other hand ran a finger underneath the other strap and pulled it slowly down the other arm, revealing more of her torso. Still, the other hand pulled downward, drawing the black fabric across the nipple and its ring, eliciting a slight gasp from her. His mouth immediately closed around it, his tongue pulling the ring up tight against his upper lip and drawing backwards.

“Fuck,” she moaned. “Baby…” Her heart was pounding in her chest then. “God that feels good,” she thought.

“Did you like it?” Duncan asked again, dropping the nipple ring from his mouth. He kissed just beside it then, and then planted another one beside that one, working his way to the other breast as he pulled the top all the way down. He pulled it down over her hips, and let it fall to the floor. The g-string that she was wearing that night matched her dress, black. It was pulled tight up against her pussy.

“Yes…” she finally admitted, both to herself and to her husband. He smiled then, and lifted her up and carried her to their bedroom. He set her down and let her climb up on the bed, then followed.

He got about halfway up her body when he stopped and turned, pulling at her feet to slide her down the bed. She giggled as he lay down then, and pulled her on top of himself so that they could give each other oral sex. She felt his warm tongue penetrate her, but was already concentrating on the large cock demanding attention in front of her lips. She tentatively poked her tongue out and ran it along the tip, before wrapping her lips around it and sucking gently. He was pulling her rear down forcefully, pushing as much tongue as he could into her. The sensation was intense.

She pulled the cock out of her mouth for just a moment and looked back over her shoulder. “I love the way you wrap your arms around my ass and thighs, so I can’t get away from your tongue,” she said, lowering her lips to his dick again.

He groaned and squeezed tighter as she pulled him in as far as she could and the sucked as it slid back out, repeating the process again and again. Duncan groaned and began to gently pump upwards. The sensation was electrifying.

Duncan quickly lifted her off of him and shook his head. “Nope,” he said, moving to his knees. “No, tonight I’m going to cum inside my wife’s pussy, and only in my wife’s pussy.”

She gasped as he pulled her legs apart and repositioned her on the bed underneath him. She glanced down between her legs and through the small tangle of red pubic hair to see his massive cock rubbing up and down her slit, giving her no small amount of sexual anxiety.

“Baby, don’t tease me,” she moaned, arching her hips in an attempt to force him into sticking it in.

He grinned as he looked down at her. “I don’t know… someone was awfully naughty.”

She pouted playfully and batted her eyelashes at him. “I thought you said you liked how naughty I was being.”

He smirked and drug his cock downwards across her clitoris. He paused at the entrance and pushed slightly before continuing downwards. The effect caused her to gasp, and then groan in frustration.

“Baby please!” she pleaded.

“Please what?” he asked.

“Please give it to me!” she said.

He shook his head and continued to tease her, rubbing his cock along her slit again, up and down. She groaned and tried to force him in again.

“Please what?” he asked again.

“Please Baby, fuck me,” she said, looking up at him demurely.

“Are you going to continue to be bad?” he asked.

She smiled wickedly and nodded. “If that’s what my Baby wants me to do, hell yes.” Her smile turned into a gasp and then a low moan, her eyes rolling upwards as his cock slid tenderly through her opening. Her juices quickly soaked his cock and her pussy walls, and soon he was jackhammering her into the sheets, sweat beginning to shine on his torso and shoulders.

“Ohhh… God…,” she moaned, his cock thrusting deeply into her and bouncing her downwards into the sheets, and then back up to meet his next down thrust.

“Oh… fuck… fuck… fuck…,” she moaned. “God, you feel good Baby,” she groaned, his cock sliding deeply into her and back out. Everything seemed to stretch and touch just perfectly as he pounded into her. He propped himself up on one arm then, and used the other to beginning pulling her hips harder against him.

She groaned as he forced an orgasm out of her then, pounding it out in sheer force as he thrust her into the mattress. She yelped unintelligibly as his cock was forced in and out of her.

She felt her orgasm crest then, and wash over her just as her husband began to shoot his load into her. Warm semen seemed to fill her as his cock thrust wetly into her, her muscles contracting and trying to pull him in deeper.

“Fuuuuuck!,” he yelled as he thrust again and again, his cock pumping repeatedly before finally being spent.

He finally slowed as his wife began the descent down the pleasurable mountain she was currently riding on. Duncan groaned and collapsed into bed, pulling his wife down on top of him.

She continued to gasp, arching her hips involuntarily against an imaginary cock, an aftershock rocking through her every so often.

“Holy shit!” she whispered. She wiped her face with the edge of the sheet, though, heavy breathing was the only response that she got from Duncan.