My Stepdaughters Boyfriend Eating My Pussy!

The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the dimly lit apartment. I sat on the edge of my bed, prying off my shoes after another long day at the office. My stepdaughter’s boyfriend, Mark, was supposed to be here studying but had been MIA all day. Typical.

I let out a heavy sigh, about to call out to him, when a soft knock sounded at the door. “Come in,” I called, straightening my skirt.

The door creaked open and in stepped Mark, looking.dashing in his crisp police academy uniform. My breath hitched at the sight of him. Tall, lean, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw, the boy was a vision.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, a sheepish grin playing on his lips. “I got caught up with the captain.”

I waved him off. “No worries, kid. I trust you’re being safe on the job, right? No heroics?”

Mark laughed, the sound deep anduring. “I’m always on the up and up, ma’am. Scout’s honor.”

As he stepped further into the room, I noticed his eyes trailing over my body, lingering on my curves. A shiver ran up my spine. Was he checking me out? Nah, I was just imagining things. He was 22, just out of college, way too young for me. I was almost 40.

“Glad to hear it,” I said, my voice coming out a bit breathier than I intended. “Now, what should we review tonight?”

Mark sauntered closer, unclipping his holster and setting it aside. The move was pure porn-star deliberate, and I felt heat blossoming in my core. Damn, but the boy was a tease.

“I thought we could go over some…advanced techniques.” He smirked, backing me against my desk. “Starting with strip searches.”

My heart raced as he towered over me, his presence commanding. “I-I’m not sure that’s necessary,” I stammered.

Mark leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Trust me, ma’am. I know what I’m doing.”

His hands trailed down my sides to my hips and I gasped. This was wrong, so wrong. But my body didn’t care, ache curious for his touch. As his fingers brushed the hem of my skirt, I knew I was lost.

He tugged my skirt up slowly, revealing my stocking-clad thighs. I’d worn the lacy things just for work, a small bit of paradise under my pencil skirts. But now, with those smoldering blue eyes raking over my exposed skin, I burned with need.

“Spread your legs,” Mark commanded quietly. “I need to search you thoroughly.”

I trembled but obeyed, parting my thighs. He ran his strong hands up, over my knees, coming dangerously close to my heated center. I was already soaked, panties damp against my mound.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” Mark murmured, massaging my inner thighs. “I think I’ve found something contraband in this region.”

“What is it?” I whispered, my voice unsteady.

“A…lewd device,” he said, dancing his fingers closer to my core. “Scream if it hurts, ma’am.”

No more words were spoken as he thrust two thick fingers into my tight channel. I cried out, head falling back, hips jerking up into his touch. He pumped them in and out, scissoring, curling to hit that perfect spot. Incoherent sounds spilled from my lips, my hands fisting in his crisp uniform shirt.

“So tight,” he breathed, tongue flicking at my ear. “And wet. You’ve been storing hidden liquid possessions.”

“Oh god,” I moaned, already teetering on the edge. “Mark, please…”

“Beg for it,” he growled. “Beg me to make you come.”

“Yes, yes please!” I begged shamelessly, no longer caring how desperate I sounded. “Make me come, ” on ” con me Mark. I need it. Need you.”

With a feral grin, he withdrew his fingers and tore off my panties. I barely registered the ripping of fabric before his mouth was on me, licking a broad stripe through my folds. I nearly screamed, nails raking down his back.

He feasted on my pussy like a man starved, tongue delving deep, lapping at my dripping slit. I writhed beneath him, thighs clamping around his head, caramel hair tangled in my fist. The rough texture of the uniform jacket against my bare thighs only heightened my pleasure. I was Mindless, consumed by him.

“You taste so sweet,” Mark rumbled against my skin. “Fucking delicious.”

quick, edin flicking over my clit, I shattered. Pleasure crashed through me in waves, my body bowing off the desk. I.)
mark didn’t let up, prolonging my climax until stars burst behind my eyelids. Finally, boneless and trembling, I sagged on the desk. He still didn’t stop, determined to tongue-fuck my spasming cunt until I came again.

I did, those skilled lips and fingers detonating another climax from the pool of ecstasy. As I twitched and moaned, Mark rose and kissed me deeply. I could taste myself on his tongue, tangy and musky.

“Feel free to call me over for ‘tutoring’ anytime,” he said with a wink as he straightened his uniform. “I’m happy to role-play a strip search.”

And he was gone, leaving me wrecked and aching for his return.