Phone Sex Escape -25-

I stood in the doorway, head tilting to the side, and for a minute wondering if I stepped into the twilight zone. My life has suddenly become an alternate universe, and I’m ready to get off this ride. Losing control of anything will never be acceptable to a person like me. Self admittedly, I am a control freak. For the next few minutes, I prolong that agony. Not mine, but Haven’s because I can feel her anxiety as she stands there like a scared child. It’s almost worth all the trouble she has caused to see my wife in a tormented state of disarray.

“Do you have something you want to explain to me?” I ask. As my eyes drill holes in her soul, I watch the color drain from her face. She’s fucked, and this is the exact moment that she figured that out. A single finger moves to my lips, rubbing back and forth as the smirk curls in devilish amusement. “I’m waiting,” I add.

As she shook, Haven moved her hands behind her back, linking her fingers to become one. All of this seems like a good idea in theory, but the second it comes to light, the idea goes out the window, and fear creeps in.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about, Johnathan. I took your sister shopping and now were home. It seems like you have the problem, not me,” Haven said. Moving to apply pressure from one foot to the other, Haven felt her stomach twist in knots.

My finger, that same one that brushed back and forth over my lips, now tapped lightly on the bottom one. As fun as this was, all Haven was doing is buying herself time to get out of whatever she got herself into now. “Alright. I will play your game for now but know this. The punishment will be a hundred times worse when I find out what happened,” I warn.

“I said, I am not up to anything, so stop warning me or I will call my father and tell him you threatened me,” Haven spat.

I’m not sure the moment it happened, but that last nerve inside of me finally snapped. I could almost hear it the moment that it did. Without warning, I reached out, wrapping my hand in Haven’s hair, yanking her forward, “Do it. Come on, Haven, call him.”

“Please, Johnathan, stop it,” Haven cried.

The closest room to the entryway was my office. I pulled Haven forward towards the door, thrusting her inside the moment we reached the door. “Do it! Fucking call him now,” I demanded, closing the door and locking it. The last thing I need is my stepsister to walk in.

She ran for the phone. Her back turned as she dialed her father. “Daddy, please,” Haven screamed.

I can’t help but laugh at her ignorance. Did she think that her father would stop me? Stupid bitch always thinks she has the upper hand. I pushed her over the desk, a quick yank of her pants and panties. There is no way I would waste the chance to humiliate her in front of her father. I unzipped, the head of my cock placed at the entrance to her cunt. I waited. Timing is everything when it comes to her downfall.

“Daddy, please, Johnathan is mean to me. He is going to make,” Haven screamed.

That is the moment my cock plunged balls deep inside of her pussy, forcing her walls to expand. One thrust, and I am all the way home. If her father wants this kid so bad, let him listen to me fuck his daughter while she begs for me to stop.

Crying out, her pussy stretched to take every inch of the cock inside of the tightness. “Daddy, he’s hurting me. Please, I need your help,” Haven cried.

I reached over her shoulder, pushing the speaker on the phone. There is no way I am going to miss this moment.

“Now honey, you be a good girl, and let Johnathan put my grandson inside of you. Stop being a big baby about this,” Thomas said.

“But, Daddy, no. I can’t believe you would let him do this,” Haven added.

As Thomas explained to his daughter the dynamics of being a wife, My cock punched inside of her in jackhammer speed. The more she cried, the harder I became. I love when they resist me, and Haven never allowed me to fuck her without it. I held tight to her hips, thrusting the sound of my balls echoed through the room. I know he can hear me fucking his daughter. I hope that stupid old fuck is jerking off and has a stroke in the middle.

“Now you be good and enjoy yourself. I will take you shopping for the baby tomorrow. I love you, Princess,” Thomas added, hanging up.

Haven screamed, her hands gripping tight to the desk, “Johnathan, stop. I’m sorry, please don’t do this. I don’t want a baby.”

My hand slid up her back, knotting my hand in the back of her hair, “Fuck you, bitch. Take that fucking dick, you whore.” Every stroke of my dick forcing into her tight walls, destroying the elasticity of her pussy. I grunted. My head leaned back as the first wave crawled up my back, sending a steady stream of cum into her tight womb. “Take that shit, you fucking slut,” I cried out, flooding her with hot spurts of cum. I held tight inside of her, not pulling back until my balls sagged. Pulling out, slapping her ass as my cum trickled out of her well-used pussy. I don’t want it to be my cum that knocks her up, but I will take anything to get her out of my life right now.

“Clean up and help Maria with dinner. I need a shower,” I said, walking off.

The walk to the bedroom was short, but the moment I opened the door, everything changed. Laying on my bed in some red lingerie is Jamison. It feels like the wind is knocked from my body as I brace myself against the frame of the door. So, that’s what this is all about. Haven wants to replace herself with Jamison. Fine, then it’s time for my stepsister to do her job.

“Get the fuck over here and clean my dick. You want to stay in here, come lick all the cum off my cock,” I smirk. Little does she know. She will be tasting my wife’s pussy all over my prick. “If you think you can be Queen of my Castle, you’re sadly mistaken. You can suck my dick, though,” laughing. I unzipped, waiting for her mouth to replace my need for a shower.

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