Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Duncan grunted in pleasure, feeling her lower her face to his cock again. She still didn’t deepthroat him, though, and seemed intent on making him cum so that they could keep playing.

He felt her hand grip his balls, the other sliding in time with mouth as she began to gently massage. He grunted, feeling this young blowjob expert destroy him with her mouth.

“Jesus,” he groaned, feeling his simmering orgasm ready to explode. “Going to cum,” he warned.

She looked up at him and smirked, as if taunting him to go ahead. He thought she was going to let him spray everywhere as his orgasm got closer, and felt her finger gently prodding at his ass. He hadn’t even felt it move from where it had been.

Her lips latched around the head of his cock as she watched him, smiling around the shaft. Grunting, he felt her sucking hard on his length, and then cried out as his orgasm hammered into him. He grunted in pleasure, his head spinning and vision going all hazy for a minute as the incredible young woman sucked his soul out through his dick. She groaned, sliding down his shaft and hungrily gasping in pleasure as she swallowed his load, immediately lowering her face and sliding her lips down his shaft again, slurping up the goo and other juices that were there.

Groaning, he reached down and cradled the short hair on the side of her head, as she looked up and smiled. A few seconds later, she swallowed again and slid her lips down a few times. Grinning, he collapsed back on to the table and looked down. Glancing over, he saw Camille and Frank still filming and taking pictures.

He looked down. “I think we screwed things up.”

“Heck no,” Camille said. “Keep going. She’ll get you back in the game. We’ll use this for behind the scenes stuff. People dig that too.”

Duncan grunted in pleasure, feeling her still sliding the entirety of his cock in and out of her mouth and throat. She looked up, sliding his cock out of her mouth and smiling up at him, her face amazingly not a mess of cum and slime. She’d apparently been able to swallow it all down without messing up her makeup.

“Jesus you’ve got a nice cock,” she moaned. “I think I might have to break another rule,” she said, smiling.

She slid him out of her mouth, saying, “I better stop sucking your cock before I make you cum again, but there’s just something about giving pleasure to a man with a dick this impressive.”

Duncan smiled and shrugged, more than content to let her, but could see that his erection wasn’t going anywhere. Camille came and handed Polly a towel, letting her clean up the mess and then getting set again to finish the handjob part of the scene.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

After cumming, it was much easier for Duncan to relax and just enjoy what was being done to him. He figured next time he’d have Danielle just suck him off real quickly and be done with it. That might make it easier, although the current method wasn’t really too bad either. He grinned and focused, looking down at her again.

“I’m sorry sir,” Polly said at length. “I.. I just can’t stand it.”

He saw her slowly lower her face to kiss the tip of his cock, then lower her lips a little way over the head. She whimpered, putting on a show of trying to resist her baser urges, but then finally started sucking his cock with abandon. After several minutes, she glanced over at Camille to see if she had everything she needed and got a thumbs up in reply.

Smiling, she pulled Duncan up to a sitting position and continued to stroke, gingerly biting her lip. “I haven’t fucked on camera before,” she said, “but I just don’t think I can let this cock get away. Will your wife mind?”

He smiled and shook his head. “Only if you’re sure,” he replied. He reached up and caressed her cheek, brushing a stray eyelash away.

She grinned, leaning forward to kiss him and lay him back on the table. They got positioned and she slid her legs over the top of him, kissing him intensely as she wriggled into the correct spot. Duncan grunted, feeling her pussy pushing at his cock-head and smiled, his hands sliding down to her womanly hips and gently pushing.

She whimpered, looking down at him as if she were a tender little puppy, scared and alone. He almost stopped, but could feel her driving her pussy downward, trying desperately to get his cock inside her. Finally, he slid in and could feel how incredibly wet she was. Normally, he waited for the girl to get adjusted to him, but Polly just started working on him. She slammed down on him from the beginning, and didn’t let up, even a little.

He smiled, sensing how much fun she was having. She came only once, but it was incredibly hard. Her pussy convulsed down on him, contracting a little painfully as her eyes rolled back for a few seconds and she slammed her hips backward into him with her palms planted on his chest.

She grunted in pleasure and collapsed down on top of him. Duncan smiled, gently kissing her head and brushing the hair from her face. He smiled, winking at her as she opened her eyes to look at him.

Blushing, she shook her head and closed her eyes again, apparently just enjoying the feeling of being there, him inside her.

Finally, she slid off him and to the floor, smiling as she briefly planted a single kiss on top of his cock. “Jesus Christ! I haven’t had an orgasm in a very long time,” she said, giggling.

Duncan looked at her, surprised. “Seriously?” he asked.

She nodded. “I’m very hard to pleasure,” she said. “My boyfriend, even though I love him and he tries hard, just can’t.”

Duncan, temporarily shocked, shook his head as he digested that piece of info. “Well that just can’t stand,” he said, smiling. Sliding from the table, he took her hand and walked over to the bed that was sitting nearby. She looked at him curiously, wondering what he had in mind. Spitting in his hand, he rubbed it over the tip of his cock and turned her onto her back on the bed. She looked up at him, surprise on her face.

“Oh, Duncan,” she said. “I’m glad you want to try, but it’s probably not worth the effort.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s definitely worth the effort.”

She whimpered in anticipation, spreading her legs quickly and looking down as he slid the tip of his shaft against her womanhood. She groaned, reaching for him and pulling him down, driving the tip of his cock deep into her and causing her to groan and fall backward. He chuckled, slowly sliding his cock in to the hilt before sliding it back out. Whimpering, she nodded at him that she was ready, but he continued to slowly and inexorably grinding his cock in and out of her.

“God, I’m begging you,” she said. “Fuck me harder, please.”

Duncan still didn’t budge, slowly sawing his cock in and out as she plead with him, clutching and grasping at him.

Finally, he slid completely in again and then smiled. Retracting, he quickly picked up his rhythm and started to hammer down into her, his hands pulling her hips upward as he did so. She whimpered, her head lolling back as he fucked her, his cock disappearing up to the hilt inside of her.

“God,” she groaned. “There’s just no way,” she muttered. “Fuck,” she said again, grimacing.

Duncan didn’t relent, and the room was filled with the sounds of slapping bodies and whimpers of pleasure. He grunted again, feeling how incredible this woman felt on his shaft, determined to give her another orgasm.

Groaning, she looked up at him then, her eyes almost in a panic as he felt her pussy begin to throb and contract down on him, causing him to grimace in pain as it did so. She whispered a quick apology, but then fell backward, her orgasm slamming into her and causing her to go limp. Duncan finally slowed and then stopped, moving around to cradle her as he would have a child. She clutched at him desperately, still apparently caught in the midst of her super-powerful orgasm.

Finally, she was able to form a coherent sentence and thanked him, kissing him as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. “Perfect,” she said. “I’ll work with him anytime you need me to, Camille,” she said. She pulled him down again, kissing him again and again. “You are incredible,” she said.

He didn’t reply, just enjoyed the praise and continued to affectionately caress and kiss her.

“You want me to suck you off again?” she asked.

Duncan smiled and shook his head. “We’ll just have to wait until next time,” he said. “I’ve got another shoot to do tonight.”

Polly sighed, frowning playfully. She stayed there cuddled with him for a few more minutes before finally admitting that she had to get going.

She smiled and wrote her number down on a piece of paper, sliding it to him as he emerged from the bathroom. He took it and put it immediately into his wallet, pulling her close to him and kissing her.

“You were an amazing time,” he said, enjoying all of her whimpers of pleasure at seemingly anything he did to her. He pulled her waist tightly to him and kissed her again, caressing her face and smiling.

“Fuck,” she said, her hand sliding down to stroke his still erect cock. “If I don’t leave now, I’m not going to,” she said. She sighed, but then caused him to chuckle when she tried to slide to her knees. She succeeded and getting her lips around his shaft again before he pulled her up.

“Your boyfriend is waiting,” he said.

She pouted and leaned into him. “I’ll break up with him and you can keep me in a drawer to take out and fuck however you want.”

He laughed and smirked at her as she slid from his grasp. A second later, she came back and kissed him again.

Finally, she turned and walked toward the door, only stopping to turn back and look at him again. “Fuck,” she complained, then turned and left. He didn’t actually think she was that enamored with him and assumed that it was just part of the orgasm aftereffects.

Duncan swung his arms and clapped his hands one time. “Well shit, that was fun,” he said, grinning. Camille smiled and came over.