4. Her First Cck Wrship Lesson #2
I put a hand in her hair, winding it around my fingers, and tilt her chin up.
“You want to learn the art of cock worship?” I ask, my thumb dragging over her lower lip. “With a real cock. Not that sad little thing your boyfriend had.”
Her mouth opens. She nods.
“Say it.”
She swallows, throat bobbing, and then—voice barely above a whisper—says, “I want to learn.”
“Good girl,” I murmur.
I push the head of my cock against her mouth.
She parts her lips, and I slide in, just the tip, dragging it along her tongue.
Her eyes don’t leave mine. She sucks, tentative, like she’s never done this before.
But then her lashes drop shut, and she sucks like she loves it, her cheeks coloring a bit.
I set the pace, my fist tightening in her hair, pulling her head back, then guiding her forward again.
Inch by inch, I fuck her mouth, watching as her cheeks hollow, her eyelids flutter.
She’s sloppy, at first, but she learns fast. The wet heat of her is dizzying.
I let her pull back and breathe, then force her to take more until she chokes a bit.
“Mmmph!” is her muffled cry. “Ummmph!”
“That’s it,” I say, “get it nice and wet. Let it hit the back of your throat.”
She chokes again, a little cough, but doesn’t stop. She pushes her face down, nose buried in my pubic hair, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. I groan, letting her see what it does to me.
I pull her off with a pop. Her lips are raw and shining, saliva streaked down her chin. I tap her cheek with the heavy shaft, and she whimpers, then opens again. I slide two fingers in her mouth, letting her suck them before I drag them out and wipe them on her cheek.
“Look at you,” I say, “already addicted to the taste of my cock.”
Stella doesn’t deny it. She nods, desperate, big breasts heaving as she stares up into my eyes. “Yes. Please. More.”
I lean over, then say, “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
She obediently does as told, lifting her chin like she’s a baby bird about to be fed.
Sure enough, I hock deep in my throat, letting the saliva pool in my mouth and then slowly, spit it into her mouth.
Stella’s surprised at first, her big blue eyes going wide and panicked, but then her lashes drop as she accepts the depravity.
“Mmm,” she moans. “Oh.”
“Good girl,” I rasp. “Now swallow.”
She swallows, moaning again, and her hand creeps between her thighs, working her clit with frantic little circles. I watch, mesmerized, as she rubs herself while enjoying the taste of my saliva.
“You want some of it down there, my little cumbucket?” I ask. “You want Daddy’s saliva on your pussy, rubbed into your little clit?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes. “Yes yes yes!”
The words are are a gut punch. I grit my teeth, my balls tightening, as I push my dick into her mouth and down her throat in one forceful stroke. Her eyes go wide as she gags, choking desperately, but I show no mercy.
“Take it,” I rasp. “Learn to be a good cocksucker.”
I fuck her face hard, fast, ignoring her muffled gags until I feel myself cresting. My balls begin to rise, the pulse in my groin unescapable.
“Get ready,” I order, and she does—wide, tongue out, eyes shining. “Daddy’s coming. Oh shit shit shit! FUCK!”
It happens then. I unload in her mouth, thick and hot, powerful streams of sperm shooting down her throat as she swallows furiously, trying to get it all.
She chokes a bit, her eyes tearing, but Stella’s talented, not to mention determined.
She swallows all of it, not spilling a drop.
I watch her, chest heaving, the taste of her submission as strong as anything I’ve ever known.
When I’m spent, I pull out of her mouth, watching my massive member exit her lips, glistening inch by inch.
She gags and chokes a little, coughing, as I watch, pleased.
“Good girl,” I rasp.
Then, I pull her up by the hair. She stumbles, almost falling, but I catch her, hold her tight against me. I knead her ass, fingers digging into the flesh, then slide my hand up to cup one big breast. She’s trembling, her pussy slick and pulsing against my thigh.
“This is just the start,” I tell her, my voice a low growl in her ear. “I’m going to teach you everything. You’re going to learn the art of cock worship with a real cock, not that puny little thing your boyfriend was wielding. You understand?”
She nods, frantic, her hands clawing at my shoulders.
“Say it,” I demand. “Say, Yes, Daddy. I want to learn the art of cock worship with your cock as my guide. I swear I’ll use my pussy, ass and mouth to the best of my abilities to please your big cock.”
The words are so rancid as to be almost silly, but her big breasts rise as she inhales sharply.
“Say it,” I command again.
Stella nods and swallows hard, her eyes on me.
“Yes, Daddy, I want to learn the art of cock worship using your cock.”
“My big cock,” I interject.
“Your big cock,” she mumbles, flushing beet red.
“I promise to use my pussy, ass, and mouth to the best of my abilities to please you,” I command.
She swallows again, but then says, “I promise to use my pussy, ass, and mouth to the best of my abilities to please you. I want to be your little fuck doll, Daddy. I want you to fuck me everywhere, pussy, ass, everywhere. Please, Hunter.”
I kiss her, bruising and hard, my thumb stroking her jaw.
“Good girl,” I say again. “I wasn’t expecting that last part, but the begging was a nice touch. Now, lesson one: always swallow.”
She laughs, giddy and broken, her hair a mess and her eyes wild.
Outside, the party is still raging. Inside, we are the only thing that matters.
And I can’t wait for lesson two. Stella may be my step-niece, but this is going to be the most depraved two weeks of my life, and I can’t wait.