Impermissible Desires

The good slut she's become.

...

Harris was now behind her, his hands fondling her breasts the way they deserved while his erect length teased her butt. Arching her back, she leaned on his chest, eyes drooping, biting gently on her lower lip to suppress lewd sounds from escaping. 

He pinched her nipples hard, making her cry out softly from the discomfort, but she didn't try to extricate her engorged nipples from his hold. Her swollen nips craved his magic touch; denying them pleasure was a sin in itself. 

Harris planted a kiss on her right shoulder, even licked her nape while his thumbs kneaded her voracious nipples. Ah, how she wanted to melt into him!

He soon let go of her boobs and walked to stand in front of her. "Do you really want me to fuck you?" He asked, arms folded.

"Yes, please," she responded, her tone thick with need.

He cocked a brow, "Why?" 

His question left her stumped. Why? Was there a need to ask?

"Dad..."

"You know my son married you, to make you his exclusive and official cum dumpster, right?"

"Yeah, that's right," she muttered with a nod, an unsettling feeling rising in her chest.

Had he been testing her? Wanting to see if she would fail the fidelity test, which she had just done? Did he and her husband plan this? W-was Sebastian watching her right now, perhaps through a secret camera, feeling disappointed at her unfaithfulness?

"Why do you want me to fuck you? Confess, and if I'm satisfied, you'd get a big reward."

"Sebastian is... He's utter trash in the bedroom," she said with gritted teeth.

Yeah, even if he's watching, she'd still say it. Compared to his father, her husband was more like a rookie even after two years of marriage.

His father knew the right buttons to press on her body, knew how to take her to the ninth heaven of pleasure. Even if this might cost her marriage, she didn't care anymore. She had to fuck Harris tonight and know the taste of a big dick!

"How is my son trash? Explain," Harris asked with a brow raised, seating himself on the couch, legs spread.

She walked up to him and knelt between his legs. She then held his cock and started stroking it before using it to gently hit her left cheek. "Dad, let my cunt do the explanation. What do you say?"

"Sure, but not here."

"Then let's go to the bedroom," she suggested, running her tongue over the tip of his shaft. 

"Not my bedroom,"

"Then...where would you like, Daddy?" She probed.

"Your matrimonial bedroom. Does your cunt dare to provide a convincing 'explanation' there?"

Amelia hadn't expected him to suggest this. But they'd already gone this far. His cock was too good to miss. The rain had already stopped. They could get in her car, and she'd take him to her husband's house, not a problem. 

In fact, the thought of being fucked silly on her matrimonial bed sounded kind of exciting. 

She nodded, "Yes, Daddy. Let's get dressed and go there now." She made to stand up, but he placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to remain kneeling. 

"You'll have to provide a partial explanation here first."

"How?" She asked, stroking his dick. 

"Use your boobs, and your arsehole," 

"I...I've never been fucked in the arse before," she divulged, concern plastered across her face.

Her husband, who couldn't even last long while fucking her cunt, how would he bother to grace its neighbour? 

Harris stroked her tousled hair, "There's always a first time, baby girl," 

Although she was scared, he assured her he'd be gentle. But his level of gentleness would be determined by how well she pleased him with her breasts. 

And so, she nestled his cock between her twin mounds and lowered her head to lick his cock slit before proceeding to stimulate him with her twin mounds. 

After a while, he ended her action and asked her to get on all fours and wait for him. 

When he returned, he was holding a bottle of lube and, of course, a condom.

After rimming her, he lubricated her ballooned knot, thrusting in a finger and gradually two. 

It felt foreign and came with some discomfort, but she didn't dislike it. Instead, she was looking forward to being pounded. 

When it was time, he drove himself into her slowly until he was fully sheathed. 

She gritted her teeth, her legs quavering, toes scrunched, eyes watery. 

It hurt. 

A sheen of perspiration embellished her forehead as she sniffled. 

"It'll only hurt this time. After this, you'll be dreaming of being banged here every night. Right now, you have to relax a little more, okay?" he said in a soft tone.

She nodded, "Y-yes, Daddy..."

Without even asking, he began to move, starting slowly at first but adding pace after a short while. 

"S-slower please..." She begged, a tear rolling down her left cheek. "P-please slow down,"

However, he slapped her butt hard, earning a yelp from her parted lips, "No complaining, Amelia. Your gorgeous asscunt is asking me to go faster,"

Another slap on the right butt cheek! 

"How dare you contradict its wishes, huh?"

"S-sorry, Daddy," she replied in a shaky voice.

He yanked her hair, and her hands left the floor. With her upper body now closer to him, he encircled his left fingers around her neck, exerting just a bit of pressure. 

The palm of his free hand also exerted pressure on the small of her back, making her arch her body the way he wanted. 

"Who's a good slut?" he questioned, his warm breath fanning her nape.

"M-me... I'm a good slut..." 

"Say it again," he instructed, licking her nape and then gently biting on her pinna. 

"I..."

Thrust!

"I... Ah~! a g-good...slut..." she managed to say.

"Say my name," he commanded, and she obeyed with trembling breath. 

"Daddy Harris..."

"Good girl," he cupped her right breast, fondling it while undulating his hips behind her. 

"You'll grit your teeth and take me like the good slut that you are, Amy." He instructed, thrusting harder, making her boobs jiggle. "Am I clear?"

More tears rolled down, and she sniffled before managing a reply, "Yes..."

"Yes, what?" He asked, pinching her right nipple hard, making her yelp. 

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered.

"Good girl," And so, he let go of her neck. 

With her upper body freed, she dipped her torso and rested her elbows on the floor, her hands balled into fists as she kept going forward.

Her muffled moans, his sexy grunts and the intense sound of skin clapping skin rented the room. And she had learned her lesson. There was no asking him to go slower. The only words he wanted to spill out of her lips were 'Faster', 'Harder', and even better, 'Deeper'!

He eventually made her lie supine on the rug and had her cradle her trembling knees.

Assuming his position between her parted thighs, he dipped his head to lock their lips in a passionate kiss while pounding into her arsehole like it was the key to saving the universe.

She moaned into his mouth, her jealous cunt frantically producing more juice. 

When they ended the kiss, he stimulated her quim with two fingers, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean of the nectar.

"Delicious," he remarked with a grin.

"Thank you for the praise, Daddy. Please fuck me like the good slut I've become." She implored, spreading her legs wider, "Fuck this naughty daughter-in-law of yours, please." 

"Who am I to say no, Amy?" 

He resumed penetrating her asspussy, her parted lips spilling salacious praises, eyes sagging from the intense waves of bliss rocking her world below.