Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Sneaking in through the backdoor, I made my way up the stairs and soon heard the sounds of Sarah screaming, “Fuck me!”

My handsome 42-year-old Father was completely naked with sweat dripping tantalizingly down his tanned muscular back, the dim light caused his hard body to shine and gleam as his hips rhythmically thrust down into the dripping pussy of his moaning “mistress”. He stood at the end of his bed with his back to the door so I had a perfect view of his tight ass driving down into and out of Sarah’s wet embrace. Her ass was nearly hanging off the bed but Daddy held her behind her knees, pinning them to the bed on either side of her chest so she was basically trapped as Daddy’s balls slapped her ass with each downward slam of his hips. I could see his thick cock and balls between his spread legs that were braced against the end of the mattress for leverage in his movements.

“Fuck Dan Don’t stop,” Sarah had begged, a desperate tone coating her voice.

It made me shiver and my hand traveled in between my thighs, my panties were already soaked, my heart pounded and my pussy ached for touch.

I pushed the door open enough to watch. My pussy was drenched, so I pushed my shorts to the ankles and got on the floor. My pussy was throbbing and I instantly inserted three fingers inside and started fucking myself watching Daddy’s hot body and cock fucking Sarah hard.

Daddy switched position and had the small neighbor on all fours slamming into her, slapping her ass, and pulling her hair.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Take this dick you dirty bitch.”

“Oh, I’ll take it. Fucking give it to me.”

My fingers were slamming in and out of my soaking wet cunt pretending it was me and Daddy, and he was saying those dirty things to me.

I froze for a moment when Daddy mumbled something too soft for me to hear, still slamming into Sarah, and I could feel my orgasm building.

Seconds later, Sarah cried out;

“That’s it, Daddy, make your little girl cum. I want to cum on your big thick cock.”

“That’s it my sweet girl, cum on Daddy’s cock.”

I gasped in shock; Sweet girl was what Daddy always called me. “My little sweet girl…”

“Oh, my God,” I sighed softly as my orgasm overtook me.

“That’s it sweet girl, cum for me. Cum on my cock like a good girl,” Daddy practically growled and his voice reminded me of the times he had been angry with me. It was a deep bass that seemed to originate in his gut before building to a growled command to ‘be a good girl’ and ‘go to bed’ or to ‘get home now’.

I watched as Daddy’s hips pounded furiously into a screaming Sarah and I could see her pussy pulsating around Daddy’s cock in orgasm.

“Daddy’s coming, take Daddy’s cum.”

Daddy suddenly stopped, threw his head back before growling and roughly slamming into Sarah’s dripping pulsing heat once, twice. Then three more times and I watched in awe as his ass clenched and relaxed as he growled and spurted his hot seed inside her. After he shot his final load into Sarah, he slumped forward, letting go of her knees and ending up on top of the much smaller neighbor.

After catching his breath for a good minute, he slowly pulled his softening cock from inside Sarah and I watched in amazement as Daddy’s thick cock just seemed to keep going before finally being fully removed followed by a gush of their mixed cum trailing down Sarah’s ass. Soon Sarah began cooing to him to lie down with her and I quickly but silently backed away.

I raced to my room, removed my skirt and panties, dove on my bed, and rubbed my little aching clit towards another huge orgasm.

I Imagined my fingers being Daddy’s hard cock, and me being pounded hard into the bed by him, that growled at me to ‘be a good girl and cum for Daddy’.

I exploded, my orgasm was so strong that I had no voice and I silently screamed as my body bowed from the bed and I was sure I blacked out for a second. After a long while of coming back to earth I realized that I definitely needed to fuck Dad, but HOW??? I need his big cock to pound into my tight little pussy. I knew it was crossing a line I knew I could never jump back over. I just lay there in a state of bliss for an hour.

I was becoming more and more jealous. I wanted Daddy and right now, I thought of little else, even Eric was not the main focus anymore.

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Then one day, luck was on my side.

I rushed home and was halfway up the stairs when I heard Sarah say;

“Who the fuck is sweet girl? You keep screaming sweet girl, who is she? Is she another bitch that you are fucking?”

“Shit, no it’s not like that, baby. Come back here.” Daddy sounded a tad panicky.

“No way, fuck you, Dan. I let it go and pretended I didn’t notice the first few times you’ve called me Sweet girl because you are such a good fuck, but if you are thinking of that bitch while you fuck me, she can have you!”

And then she stormed down the steps, and I was a milli-second away from being noticed.

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I desperately wanted to test Eric, test if he would actually go through with his incest fantasies or if it was just a turn-on in video clips. Don’t get me wrong, even though I wanted Daddy to fuck me (thank you Eric) I was still in love with him, and I would never go back to being anybody at college again, and for that I needed Eric.

We were in a Chinese store, looking for something, when a couple in the aisle in front of us suddenly stopped and I almost fell over, Eric put his right hand on my lower back, to steady me. I jumped at his sudden touch, but his hand remained on me.

“Are you OK?” he asked.

“Are you?” I scoffed, looking down at the front of his sweatpants.

“Well, Helen, you know walking behind you, watching your bare ass cheeks moving like that…”

I reached out to touch the fabric.

“Holy shit, Eric,” I exhaled, quietly, when my hand found his hard shaft.

“I wanna fuck you, now,” he said.

Quickly, he glanced around the store. He saw no one, except for the couple that was walking away from us. Though he knew there had to be cameras on us, at this moment, he didn’t care.

His hand fell to her ass, and he pulled my body against his. Looking up into his eyes, I stroked him through his pants. His left hand slid between my legs, and he pressed his fingers against my clit.

“Fuuuuuck,” I cooed.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he growled.

He kissed the side of my neck.

“We need to go somewhere,” she urged. “Now!”

“My place, or yours?” he grumbled, briefly taking his lips from mine. “Yours is closer.”

“Daddy’s at home,” I whined.

“OK,” he proposed. “My place.”

“I can’t wait that long,” I panted. “Someplace closer. Come with me, I have an idea” I ordered.

Taking his hand, I led him out of the store. He walked him to his car and told him to follow me. Climbing in his Chrysler Voyager, he followed me to the far end of the empty mall’s parking lot. I parked beside him and jumped into his car.

“Back seat, now,” I told him.

Sliding from the driver’s seat, he joined me; I was thankful for the tinting on the side and rear windows. I straddled him even before his door slammed shut. Our mouths mashed together, our tongues danced, and we tore at each other’s clothes. Eric lifted my shirt and tilted his head to take my left nipple in his mouth. I gasped and wrapped my arms around his head, pulling him to my chest.

“Yes, Daddy,” I cried, as he sucked hard, flicking it with his tongue.

We have done this a few times, well, I have, call him Daddy as we fucked, he has never mentioned it or objected, so I kept doing it.

He slipped his hands inside the bottom of my shorts and pinched my ass. I yelped and raked my fingers through his short hair.

“No panties, either,” he observed. “Dirty little girl.”

Eric flipped me over, awkwardly maneuvering me to place me on the seat, reclining against the door. Kneeling on the seat, crouched down in the small space, he grabbed my waistband and pulled them downward. I lifted my ass, then my feet, allowing them to slide off. Eric dropped them to the floor. I stripped off my shirt; tossing it atop my shorts. Now nude, except for my sneakers, Eric took a few moments to admire my body.

His eyes dilated and his breath quickened at the sight of my bare, large breast like he always seemed to do. They were very well-shaped with no sagging at all, well I was only 20…. I was very proud of them.

I let my eyes drift shut as he lowered his mouth to suckle on my nipple. A moan escaped me as he flicked my rapidly-stiffening nipple with his tongue, using a hand to cup my other breast and stimulate it with his fingers.

“God, yes,” she moaned. “Just like that…”

Eric chuckled low in his throat. He continued to tease and caress my naked chest for a few minutes, building up the sexual energy between them. My pussy was now sopping wet, ready, and eager to get fucked.

“Enough foreplay,” I said, “Drop your pants, put this on, and fuck me.”

Eric angled his cock toward my entrance and teased me for a moment by brushing against my pussy lips. I gritted my teeth against the sweet torment.

“That’s… not fair….”

“All’s fair in love and war,” he quipped.

I was about to make some sort of sarcastic retort about love not having anything to do with it, but it died unspoken as he sank, inch by delicious inch, inside my body. I moaned as I felt that delicious sense of completeness, of being filled utterly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight!” Eric gasped. “That’s the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt!” This was something that he always said.

“How romantic,” I snorted.

“Hardly.”

“Yeah?” I reached up, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him close so our noses were almost touching. “Kiss me, Daddy.”