C2 Stepsiblings' Sin (Part 2)

“Um,” Elisa mumbled, “is this really necessary?”

Her hands were cuffed behind her, and her knees were on the cold marble floor—eyes searching Atlas. He sat before her, still clothed. Man, he was hot as fuck. His light stubble suited him so much, and his black eyes were a gift. He chewed gum as he stared at her and all her naked contours.

“Yes. This an old man’s request,” he mumbled, his voice low and incredibly smooth in the ears. Just hearing him was making her wet, and having his eyes on her bare body was enough to make her burn.

“So, you’re into this kind of things. It’s fine, I’ll do anything you want. So, please, can you fuck me hard, sir?” she muttered, her face enchantingly pleading.

He took a sharp breath, “One thing I learned from being a detective for twenty years is that I call the shots. You're in my house now, and if you think you have the upper hand here, I apologize. But whether we do anything or not, depends on me alone. So, now," he picked up a silver handgun behind him, pointing it straight at her, "open your mouth."

What?

Elisa gulped her fear, and despite her trembling heart, she presented her mouth. He was just a foot away from her--and if he really wanted to shoot her right then and there, she would undoubtedly die. But those things didn't matter to her. He was so fucking handsome! His threat was so sexy she couldn't help her excitement.

Suddenly, he shoved his gun inside her mouth—forcing the barrel against her tongue. She could feel the icy metal grinding her teeth, making it hard to breathe.

His black eyes were deep as the abyss as he just gazed. "Blow it. Like you would blow me. Show me how you suck cock."

Seriously? This retired detective had a seriously fucked up mind. Did she make a mistake? Did she bite more than she could swallow? It didn't matter. To Elisa, her pussy was throbbing harder at his commands—like it was happy to oblige. She was feeling more aroused. Atlas was incredible!

And she was out of her mind.

She licked the barrel of the gun, slithering her small tongue around it—before taking the gun in her mouth, and sucking it as her head bobbed up and down. She took the gun deeper—and deeper—into her small, stretched mouth, while her emerald eyes stared straight into his black abyss-like eyes. Almost like she was teasing him. Showing him just like he asked.

Atlas crossed his legs, his cock getting hard by the second. She was a dangerous fantasy. A beguiling young woman who committed to her words.

Spit dribbled down her chin, but she kept sucking the gun. Just a little bit more and she was going to come. Her pussy made a mess. Her knees stilll kissing the floor while her arms ached behind her.

But then, Atlas yanked the gun away. He smiled at her, amused and aroused. He didn't really think she would come through—that she would be into him and his commands. He was shuddering in delight. A rapture of ecstasy imploded in him. "Your legs.. open them. Show me how wet you are right now."

She fidgeted at first—his face and voice dazzling her. Slowly, she squatted, her hands maintaining her balance as she bent backwards a bit. She parted her smooth and thin legs, revealing her dripping wet pussy—vulvas twitching before him. Biting her lip, she squeezed her eyes shut.

Embarrassment? Humiliation?

Anyone would feel those and cry in despair if placed in her position.

But Elisa relished in those things. She shut her eyes because he was too handsome. Sparkling before her while he gazed at her whole woman. He said softly, "You're enjoying this. So, Elisa Meana is the nasty type. Baring yourself like this. Your pussy soaked after blowing my gun. You're fucking nasty."

And he loved it.

He took his slipper off, and throwing his sock away, he reached for her pussy with his toes—brushing his great toe against her clit. She flinched, an unexpected moan fell from her lips. She watched as he kept stroking her pussy with his toe—helplessly titillating her already drenched genitals.

"Ahh. Sir, what-a what are you doing?" she managed to whimper. her ass bobbing to the kneading of his toes and rubbing it harder against him. She wanted it inside, She wanted him inside.

"Investigating," he grinned, then a hard stroke—his big toe found the most sensitive spot—tapping her clit wildly. She lost her mind right there, squirting cum on the floor like waterfalls.

"AAAAAHHHHH! MMMHHFF!" she quivered. Dropping to her ass, she heaved hard. Shoulders rising and trembling.

"Do you enjoy getting humiliated like this?"

She nodded. No point in lying.

Zip.

She peeked at Atlas, and a huge cock shot out of his trousers' crotch. It was thicker than her wrist. Longer than her hand. Her green eyes looked on, mouth salivating.

This is it.

She was finally going to have her inside!

She crawled on her knees to him, eyes twinkling. But a palm stopped her.

Atlas shook his head, "Turn around."

She turned her back on him, her hands still cuffed. He carried her and sat her on his lap—reverse cowgirl style while he sat on his chair. Gently, he rammed her pussy down his solid cock, filling her in an instant. She cried at the impact—her vagina hot against his bulging dick. He was so hard—incredibly big inside her. She whimpered as her hands tried to clutch something. Only for her palms to fondle something hard. Above his flat stomach were sturdy abs.

Was he really an old man? With his perfect body, how could he be single? Not to mention, his panty-dropping face. "Ahhhmmmm," her mouth dropped open—face lewd. Good thing she wasn't facing him—or he would see what kind of face she had.

"Move," he barked low. He ran his fingers through his hair, and sniffed her neck. She smelled nothing like the bar. No trace of alcohol. Only a sweet enticing scent of vanilla on her skin. "Move. Elisa."

He didn't have to tell her twice.

Elisa rocked back and forth on his cock—driving her pussy deep, and whining at every hit. She could feel him massage every part of her insides with his rock hard dick. Felt amazing. She kept slamming hard, ignoring the pain of her pussy getting torn by him. Her toes curled, her ass cheeks bouncing perfectly. It was incredible.

Melting into his dick, she could feel his tip tickle her belly button from the inside.

Her riding was topnotch! And Atlas wanted to come in the first three strokes. But that would mean humiliation on his part, and he wasn't a person meant to be shamed.

He slipped his arm around her neck, locking her into a chokehold. She kept riding—the act only meant adjusting her motion. Instead of bouncing up and down, she grinded side to side. The chokehold got tighter—so he was enjoying it. She thrusted in circles—then counterclockwise. Atlas loosened his hold, air immediately flushing her lungs.

Before she can make sense of what had happened, he gripped her legs, and forced them apart—holding them in the air. He pounded her cock hard into her—rough and forceful, almost splitting her pussy and making it bleed. Every deep stab was electrifying her body, and she was already hopelessly lost in his ramming. Her legs were covered in sweat and cum dribbling down her pussy.

His light stubble felt scorched against her neck, and she could feel it tickle her. Her green eyes were drowned in lust—so much cum dripping out of her. And he had not even stopped pounding her!

Atlas' kissed her neck, licking her ear, and burying his nose in her golden curls. "Elisa, you're actually a nympho."

She stuttered faintly, "N-No. I-I'm only.. like this because of your cock. I.. love it. Fuck.. me harder. Atlas.." she turned her head and met his lips with her burning tongue, kissing him passionately with all the heat raging inside her. He rammed his dick again—the deepest he could reach—and she moaned in his mouth. Coiling her tongue around his, she sucked it like she had done his gun. Showing him how nasty his harder than steel cock had turned her into.

Their eyes locked—both misty with pleasure. And she melted even more into his mouth, grinding slowly and drenching his legs with her cum. She shivered, her legs already sore in the air.

"You're really tight.. even though you're a horny girl," he bit her neck, and dropping her legs, he tugged his dick out.

"N-No.. don't stop," Elisa cried, beads of tears forming in her lids.

"Who says we're stopping?"