Chapter 87: (87) Courrupting Elise

Daniel sat on the small velvet stool, fully dressed again, and let his eyes wander freely over the woman in front of him.

Elise stood with her back half-turned, stuffing her massive, thoroughly used breasts back into her bra. The soft, marked flesh overflowed the cups as she clicked the front clasp shut. Faint red love bites and shiny spit trails still decorated the heavy mounds. When she began buttoning the white blouse, the fabric stretched taut across them, the outline of her stiff nipples clearly visible. Daniel’s gaze dropped to the dark, wet patches already spreading on the bra cups — the places where his mouth had sucked, bitten, and marked her while he fucked her.

He remembered it clearly.

When he had taken her face-to-face, her thick thighs locked in his hands, his mouth had never stopped. He had latched onto those heavy tits like a starving man, sucking hard, biting the soft flesh, and pulling the stiff nipples between his teeth until she moaned like a complete bitch. Love bite after love bite bloomed across her skin while her hips bounced desperately on his cock — PLAP PLAP PLAP — her massive fat ass jiggling and rippling with every deep thrust. In that short, intense session he had forced at least four orgasms out of her. He himself had only finished twice: once flooding her virgin asshole, once pouring thick seed deep into her long-empty cunt until she was left a huffing, twitching shell, eyes unfocused and body still leaking.

Now she was trying to hide the evidence.

She stepped into her black panties and pulled them up her thighs. Her hips gave a small, involuntary buck as she adjusted the fabric. Daniel watched with dark satisfaction as both of her cum-filled holes pressed against the thin material. Thick white seed and her own juices immediately soaked through, darkening the crotch in a spreading wet patch. She smoothed her skirt down over the mess, wiped her face quickly with a small towel, and ran trembling fingers through her hair until it looked almost presentable again.

Her eyes stayed shifty and evasive. She tried to walk past him toward the door without looking at him.

Daniel was an old player. He wasn’t about to let the little kitten escape so easily. ℴ

The moment one of her legs crossed in front of his, his right hand shot out and closed around her wrist. With a firm, possessive pull he dragged her backward and dropped her soft, fat ass directly onto his lap.

She wasn’t prepared. A sharp, high-pitched shriek left her throat.

"Let go!!"

"Let go of me or I’ll scream!!"

Daniel only hugged her tighter from behind, arms locking under her heavy breasts. He leaned in until his lips brushed the sensitive shell of her ear and spoke in a soft, breathy, dangerous voice.

"Shh. Your voice will only make me want to fuck you more."

The words made her entire body shudder. He inhaled the warm scent of her hair and the lingering smell of sex still clinging to her skin. His cock, already hardening again beneath his pants, throbbed heavily against the soft cleft of her ass. Elise felt every pulse. She immediately clamped her ass cheeks together and pressed her lips shut, terrified he might simply thrust upward through the fabric and bury himself inside one of her still-loose, cum-filled holes.

"That was a nice fuck, wasn’t it... Wife?"

Daniel muttered against her ear, voice low and satisfied.

"I... I have a husband," she stuttered, voice shaky.

"So what? I have a wife."

"I know... and she’s just outside. Don’t you fear her finding out? I’ll scream if you don’t stop what you’re doing!"

What he was doing was simple and filthy. Both hands had already slid up to cup her heavy breasts through the blouse, squeezing, lifting, and weighing the soft, marked flesh while he slowly ground his hardening cock against the wet heat of her ass from below. The soaked crotch of her panties was pressed directly against him; he could feel the dampness seeping through.

"You’re wrong, dear," he said calmly, still kneading her tits. "The one outside isn’t my wife. She’s my daughter."

Elise’s body jerked hard in shock. She tried to stand, but he pulled her straight back down onto his lap, forcing her soft ass to spread over his thighs.

"You... your daughter? You have a daughter?"

Her mind immediately flooded with the image of Anna — young, blonde, wearing those slutty, barely-there dresses that looked like they existed only to be ripped open. Elise’s still-gaping holes gave another weak, traitorous throb inside the wet panties, pushing more of his cum out against the fabric.

There was a reason she had assumed Anna was his wife. Danial had asked for her help in dressing her up in on if those slutyy dress for tonight’s date. Remembering those plans now made her heart pound harder against her ribs.

"Then the plan for tonight...?" she muttered almost without thinking.

"That was for my daughter," Daniel answered easily, still squeezing her breasts.

Elise swallowed hard. She had heard the request while Anna was changing. She had simply assumed the two of them were a couple. Anna was young, but Daniel himself didn’t look particularly old — more like a charming, vigorous middle-aged man any neglected pussy might twitch for. She herself had just been thoroughly fucked by him and could still feel the thick proof of his masculinity leaking out of both holes.

But that wasn’t the real problem.

"You would do this with your own daughter?" she asked, voice tight and disbelieving.

Daniel bit her earlobe hard enough to draw a sharp, unwilling moan from her.

"Little slut. She isn’t my blood daughter. I’m her stepfather."

A small breath of relief left Elise’s lungs — only for tension to return immediately.

"Even so, it’s wrong. She’s still your daughter."

"Doesn’t matter," Daniel said firmly, hands still mauling her soft tits through the blouse. "She has a hole and I have a pole. We both want each other. That’s enough. What society thinks doesn’t matter to me. I’m her daddy, not the world’s. I’ll only care about her happiness. If she’s happy, I’m happy."

The logic was twisted and selfish. Yet something about the way he said it — a father simply fulfilling his daughter’s forbidden desire — settled strangely and darkly in Elise’s chest.

Still, she pushed back, even as her body remained trapped on his lap.

"But wouldn’t that be cheating on your wife? Wouldn’t it destroy your home?"

"If my wife can’t understand, then she never really loved me. I did everything for our family."

Twisted again.

Daniel’s hands continued their slow, possessive assault on her breasts as he spoke. Then his voice dropped lower, more dangerous, more corruptive.

"And if you’re sitting there feeling guilty about cheating... don’t. You never cheated."

Elise’s guilt-ridden heart skipped a beat.

"How? I let you fuck the pussy that belongs to my husband."

Daniel chuckled softly against her ear, the sound dark and amused.

"Oh? I never knew he bought your pussy. Tell me the price. I’d love to buy this fine, cum-filled little cunt for myself."

"Don’t joke with me!" she snapped, elbowing his stomach lightly. "He never bought me. We married of our own free will!"

"Ouch," Daniel said without any real pain, then continued as if she hadn’t interrupted, still grinding his hard cock up against the wet heat of her ass. "That’s exactly my point. He never bought your pussy. Your pussy is still yours. The two of you married by choice. Marriage is a contract of the heart — you take care of each other. It was never about who owns the sex."

His hands kept squeezing and lifting her heavy, marked breasts through the blouse while his cock remained hard and insistent beneath her, as if the conversation itself was only another way of claiming her all over again.

Elise sat frozen on his lap, mind spinning, body still leaking into her panties, and the twisted, filthy words sinking deeper than she wanted to admit.

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