The good slut she's become.

...

Harris was now behind her, his hands fondling her breasts the way they deserved while his erect length teased her butt. Arching her back, she leaned on his chest, eyes drooping, biting gently on her lower lip to suppress lewd sounds from escaping. 

He pinched her nipples hard, making her cry out softly from the discomfort, but she didn't try to extricate her engorged nipples from his hold. Her swollen nips craved his magic touch; denying them pleasure was a sin in itself. 

Harris planted a kiss on her right shoulder, even licked her nape while his thumbs kneaded her voracious nipples. Ah, how she wanted to melt into him!

He soon let go of her boobs and walked to stand in front of her. "Do you really want me to fuck you?" He asked, arms folded.

"Yes, please," she responded, her tone thick with need.

He cocked a brow, "Why?" 

His question left her stumped. Why? Was there a need to ask?

"Dad..."

"You know my son married you, to make you his exclusive and official cum dumpster, right?"

"Yeah, that's right," she muttered with a nod, an unsettling feeling rising in her chest.

Had he been testing her? Wanting to see if she would fail the fidelity test, which she had just done? Did he and her husband plan this? W-was Sebastian watching her right now, perhaps through a secret camera, feeling disappointed at her unfaithfulness?

"Why do you want me to fuck you? Confess, and if I'm satisfied, you'd get a big reward."

"Sebastian is... He's utter trash in the bedroom," she said with gritted teeth.

Yeah, even if he's watching, she'd still say it. Compared to his father, her husband was more like a rookie even after two years of marriage.

His father knew the right buttons to press on her body, knew how to take her to the ninth heaven of pleasure. Even if this might cost her marriage, she didn't care anymore. She had to fuck Harris tonight and know the taste of a big dick!

"How is my son trash? Explain," Harris asked with a brow raised, seating himself on the couch, legs spread.

She walked up to him and knelt between his legs. She then held his cock and started stroking it before using it to gently hit her left cheek. "Dad, let my cunt do the explanation. What do you say?"

"Sure, but not here."

"Then let's go to the bedroom," she suggested, running her tongue over the tip of his shaft. 

"Not my bedroom,"

"Then...where would you like, Daddy?" She probed.

"Your matrimonial bedroom. Does your cunt dare to provide a convincing 'explanation' there?"

Amelia hadn't expected him to suggest this. But they'd already gone this far. His cock was too good to miss. The rain had already stopped. They could get in her car, and she'd take him to her husband's house, not a problem. 

In fact, the thought of being fucked silly on her matrimonial bed sounded kind of exciting. 

She nodded, "Yes, Daddy. Let's get dressed and go there now." She made to stand up, but he placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to remain kneeling. 

"You'll have to provide a partial explanation here first."

"How?" She asked, stroking his dick. 

"Use your boobs, and your arsehole," 

"I...I've never been fucked in the arse before," she divulged, concern plastered across her face.

Her husband, who couldn't even last long while fucking her cunt, how would he bother to grace its neighbour? 

Harris stroked her tousled hair, "There's always a first time, baby girl," 

Although she was scared, he assured her he'd be gentle. But his level of gentleness would be determined by how well she pleased him with her breasts. 

And so, she nestled his cock between her twin mounds and lowered her head to lick his cock slit before proceeding to stimulate him with her twin mounds. 

After a while, he ended her action and asked her to get on all fours and wait for him. 

When he returned, he was holding a bottle of lube and, of course, a condom.

After rimming her, he lubricated her ballooned knot, thrusting in a finger and gradually two. 

It felt foreign and came with some discomfort, but she didn't dislike it. Instead, she was looking forward to being pounded. 

When it was time, he drove himself into her slowly until he was fully sheathed. 

She gritted her teeth, her legs quavering, toes scrunched, eyes watery. 

It hurt. 

A sheen of perspiration embellished her forehead as she sniffled. 

"It'll only hurt this time. After this, you'll be dreaming of being banged here every night. Right now, you have to relax a little more, okay?" he said in a soft tone.

She nodded, "Y-yes, Daddy..."

Without even asking, he began to move, starting slowly at first but adding pace after a short while. 

"S-slower please..." She begged, a tear rolling down her left cheek. "P-please slow down,"

However, he slapped her butt hard, earning a yelp from her parted lips, "No complaining, Amelia. Your gorgeous asscunt is asking me to go faster,"

Another slap on the right butt cheek! 

"How dare you contradict its wishes, huh?"

"S-sorry, Daddy," she replied in a shaky voice.

He yanked her hair, and her hands left the floor. With her upper body now closer to him, he encircled his left fingers around her neck, exerting just a bit of pressure. 

The palm of his free hand also exerted pressure on the small of her back, making her arch her body the way he wanted. 

"Who's a good slut?" he questioned, his warm breath fanning her nape.

"M-me... I'm a good slut..." 

"Say it again," he instructed, licking her nape and then gently biting on her pinna. 

"I..."

Thrust!

"I... Ah~! a g-good...slut..." she managed to say.

"Say my name," he commanded, and she obeyed with trembling breath. 

"Daddy Harris..."

"Good girl," he cupped her right breast, fondling it while undulating his hips behind her. 

"You'll grit your teeth and take me like the good slut that you are, Amy." He instructed, thrusting harder, making her boobs jiggle. "Am I clear?"

More tears rolled down, and she sniffled before managing a reply, "Yes..."

"Yes, what?" He asked, pinching her right nipple hard, making her yelp. 

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered.

"Good girl," And so, he let go of her neck. 

With her upper body freed, she dipped her torso and rested her elbows on the floor, her hands balled into fists as she kept going forward.

Her muffled moans, his sexy grunts and the intense sound of skin clapping skin rented the room. And she had learned her lesson. There was no asking him to go slower. The only words he wanted to spill out of her lips were 'Faster', 'Harder', and even better, 'Deeper'!

He eventually made her lie supine on the rug and had her cradle her trembling knees.

Assuming his position between her parted thighs, he dipped his head to lock their lips in a passionate kiss while pounding into her arsehole like it was the key to saving the universe.

She moaned into his mouth, her jealous cunt frantically producing more juice. 

When they ended the kiss, he stimulated her quim with two fingers, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean of the nectar.

"Delicious," he remarked with a grin.

"Thank you for the praise, Daddy. Please fuck me like the good slut I've become." She implored, spreading her legs wider, "Fuck this naughty daughter-in-law of yours, please." 

"Who am I to say no, Amy?" 

He resumed penetrating her asspussy, her parted lips spilling salacious praises, eyes sagging from the intense waves of bliss rocking her world below.

Making the most of the time before 'His' arrival.

... 

She had already cummed twice before he did. And then, he pulled out of her and rose to his feet, stripping off the condom. 

Her legs were still parted on the couch on which she partially reclined. Truth be told, her ass felt sore but empty. Even though she was tired, she still wanted her arsehole to be stuffed again. 

"Daddy, one more round, please," she begged, her chest heaving as she panted. 

"Let's go clean up," he lifted her and cradled her knees while she wrapped her arms around his neck, her boobs pressed to his sturdy chest. 

Minutes later, they were in the shower, and he was still cradling her knees. The difference was that she was gripping his shoulders firmly as his cock dished out proper justice to her sharp-set asscore. 

"Oh, fuck yess! Fuck~ Ah... Aauh~! ...Mmn,"

An hour later, both descended the steps on the front porch. Underneath her clothes, she had no underwear. 

Harris would be taking her back to her husband's house. How kind of him. 

He opened the front passenger door, and she thanked him before entering. He took the food box from her and placed it in the backseat before assuming the driver's seat and igniting the engine. 

Half an hour later, they arrived at her husband's home, a duplex. He then helped her take her bag and the food box into the house. 

"Welcome, madam, sir," Anna, the middle-aged housemaid, said with a deferential bow.

The duo acknowledged her, and the latter made her way to her assigned room. 

Amelia turned to Harris and winked, "Daddy, since we're here, why don't we..."

Harris placed his index finger to her lips, "Shh. No need to rush. Prepare yourself, I'll come visit the day before your husband returns from his damned business trip."

That was about a week! She really wanted to get slammed in her pussy tonight by his fat cock. She couldn't imagine waiting even an hour longer. 

"Daddy, please..."

He shook his head. "No, honey. Be patient. It'll be worth it, I promise."

"But..."

Her lowered his head and blew warm breath into her left ear. 

"Desecrating the matrimonial bed, making it protest while your pussy engulfs my cock repeatedly. Knowing that your husband could even arrive a day earlier than intended... won't that be more exciting?"

She swallowed. That...

He was right. That would indeed be quite thrilling. 

"Daddy, how about a quickie...in my arse at least...upstairs, or even in the kitchen if you want," she wanted to try her luck once more. Her cunt was throbbing, feeling aggrieved at not being treated properly. "Please, daddy..."

However, her efforts to make him compromise proved fruitless. She could only watch him leave the premises and board a taxi to his place. 

Seven days... 

She would wait for him. But it would sure be torture. As of now, she needed to polish her pearl; otherwise, she wouldn't sleep. 

... 

The day finally came. 

Amelia had given the housemaid a day off to visit her family, and the woman had thanked her profusely. The security guard, Jonathan, was left behind; he would open the gate when Harris arrived. 

At 6 pm, Harris arrived and eventually stepped out of the car with fancy shopping bags. 

"Dad, you came!" Amelia squealed as she ran up to him, fighting the urge to hug and kiss him right there. 

Heaven knew how ravenous she felt right now. These past few days have been torture. She, at one point, had even prayed that a day would be only a span of 30 minutes- a wish that would never achieve reality. 

"Yeah. I bought you these, Amelia," he handed the two black shopping bags to her. 

"Thank you, Dad," she excitedly ran into the house without even looking at what was in the bags. 

After Harris had entered, she closed the door and locked it, throwing the key on the floor without looking behind her. 

They were finally alone. Time to do that special 'workout'! 

"Daddy Harris, I really missed you," she said as she leaned on his chest, undoing his shirt's I buttons and sneaking her hand into the outfit, caressing his chest. "Didn't you miss me?" She asked in a coquettish tone. 

"Of course, I did, my dear." He assured her, tenderly stroking her hair. "Let's go upstairs. And take those bags along with you. You'll be wearing the things inside."

... 

Amelia stepped out of the changing room.

"How do I look, Daddy?" She asked the man who was seated on the leather couch in her matrimonial bedroom.

Her ample boobs sported a white bralette that had a hole in each cup, baring her perky nipples.

There was a black and pink striped high-waist mini skirt around her voluptuous waist.

As she turned her back to him, he could see that the skirt did a poor job of covering her buttocks. As she hunkered forward, he saw the white lace thong that also did a terrible job at covering the succulent folds of her clean-shaven pussy.

Her legs also sported white stockings connected to the garter skirt and lastly, she was wearing black heels.

"Like a naughty little slut," he responded, placing his phone on the side table made of refined tree stump. "Now, come here and please me,"

She grinned, "Yes, Daddy,"

She sashayed over to him, her heels clicking rhythmically against the floor.

Reaching him, she knelt on the chair between his splayed thighs, bringing one of her thighs forward to feel his bulge. Next, dipping her torso, she started kissing him passionately.

Harris's hands snaked under her mini skirt, cupped her butt cheeks and stroked them for a while, even tugging at her thong and letting go of it a few times. In response, she rotated her hips and pressed her boobs closer to him.

They soon parted the kiss, staring hungrily into each other's eyes as they panted for a bit.

Harris a nipple into his mouth, sucking, grazing, gently biting and then, flicking his tongue adeptly around that lucky nipple. He didn't leave the other unattended. Her other nipple was nestled between his two fingers, which tweaked it from side to side, even exerting some pressure, which brought sweet pain to her. 

She didn't yelp; instead, she bit on her lower lip gently, her hand caressing his head as she arched into him.

The moans won, slipping out of her mouth seconds later.

"Yes, daddy. Mmn~ Yes...suck... Suck me, daddy..." She licked her lips, her cunt already begging to be punished for being impish.

They soon got up from the chair.

She sat at the edge of the bed and parted her thighs wide and cradled them, her feet dangling in midair. She parted the thong to the side. "Daddy, so you like what you see?"

He knelt on the floor, between her legs and dipped his head to lick her crotch. Pausing for a bit, he raised his head, "I love your nectar, slutty thing."

"Then..." She said with eyes almost drooping, "...eat my pussy, daddy,"

"My pleasure." With that, he continued eating her out.

Her effort to restrain her moans was like expecting a concert not to be loud. She writhed on the bed, moaning his name, begging for more.

When he was done fingering her, she came, her body spasming for a brief while as she stopped cradling her thighs.

Harris licked up her love juice and sucked on her love bean for a bit before rising to his feet.

Next, he sat on the bed, and without being told, she got off the bed and knelt between his legs, unbuckling his belt and undoing the fly.

Soon, his cock made a majestic entrance, standing with its head slightly curved.

"You're hard, Daddy Harris," she remarked with a grin.

"Good. Your eyes aren't just adornments on your pretty head." He said as she started working his shaft while dipping her head to mouth his balls, bobbing her gently from side to side as she suckled on it.

Shortly after, she started trailing her tongue on his nuts all the way to his piss slit.

And then, she flicked her tongue around the crown of his length and then ran it over its tip while locking a heated, daring gaze with her husband's father.

"Your teasing will cost you, Amy," he warned, but she only grinned and licked his cock slit once more before replying. 

"I can't help being naughty when it comes to you, Daddy. I'll gladly take any punishment later."

Punished for being naughty, Meeting Aaron.

...

Having said that, she took just the head of his dick into her mouth and sucked on it, not breaking off the lustful gaze with the older fellow.

It didn't take long for him to dip his torso and grab her hair backwards. "You dare to tease me like this? Don't you have a heart?"

"I do, Daddy. And it's with you,"

"Saying that won't help you weasel your way out of punishment. Now, suck on my dick properly," 

"Yes, Daddy Harris," she grinned, and he let go of her hair.

She took him into her mouth and started nodding like the good girl she was, making slurping noises.

Harris eyes darkened as he found her disobedient once again, sucking just the head of his dick. So he fisted her hair again and made her nod properly on his shaft, making sure he impaled her throat with each nod.

Down there, she was dripping wet; Her cunt was that desperate.

Finally, he swelled in her oral core and made her nod faster, only pausing when he erupted in her mouth a few times.

Then, he pulled out gently.

She swallowed his thick, warm load of jism and even inched forward to lick his cock clean of any remnant love milk.

Then she rose and turned her butt to him, hunkering forward with her thighs parted, so he could see the state of her fanny.

"So you want to get railed right now, huh?"

She turned to him, "Yes, please, Daddy Harris."

"Not a problem. But first, you need to be punished for teasing me. Now get on the bed on all fours, your butt facing me," he commanded.

She complied without complaint. Within her, a meld of anticipation and nervousness gnawed on her insides.

Harris removed the belt from his pants and folded it. "Will you dare to tease me again?" 

"Yes, I mean no, Daddy,"

"Since you refuse to repent..." He lashed at her butt with the belt, albeit with controlled force. Still, it left a red mark on her butt.

That wasn't all, he lashed her butt six more times before asking her to lie over his lap with her butt up. After she obeyed, he spanked her numerous times while she covered her mouth to muffle any yelps from slipping through. 

When her butt was smacked red, he let go of her.

"Thank you, Daddy, for the punishment. Please, can you fuck me now?" she beseeched.

"It's not that easy." He stripped off his pants and underwear before getting on the bed with his unbuttoned shirt still on.

"Come and ride me," he beckoned.

And so she soon sat astride him, placing her hands on his chest as she jounced on his big cock, lewd sounds pouring out of her lips.

Just then, her phone, which was on the bedside cabinet, rang. She ignored it, but then it rang again. 

Harris picked it and chuckled. "It's Sebastian calling,"

She took it, put it on loud speaker while continuing to ride Harris. "Hello, honey..." She said with raspy breathing.

"Dear, you sound strange, are you alright?"

"Yes, Darling,"

"Okay. I just wanted to inform you that I'll be home in about thirty minutes."

"What?" She exclaimed, and at the same time, Harris had started thrusting into her from below.

"Is something wrong?" Sebastian's voice held concern.

"No, it's nothing. I was just surprised, you know. If I knew you were coming tonight, I'd have prepared your favourite."

"It's fine, dear. Just wait for me, I'll be there soon, my love. I love you, Amelia,"

"M-me too," she mumbled and ended the call. "Daddy, did you have to do that while he's on the phone?" She chided, her chest heaving.

The sound of their skin clapping was quite loud. Wouldn't Sebastian get suspicious?

He grinned, "Tell me you didn't like the feeling of being pounded while my son conversed with you."

Well, that left her tongue-tied. She really did like it.

"Alright, we've got less than thirty minutes. Let's make the most of the time, hm?"

She nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

He spanked her and spoke with an authoritative tone, "Now, ride properly."

She resumed swaying her hips up and down, relishing the feeling of her sharp-set vag engulfing his penis repeatedly.

"Faster," he commanded, and she obeyed, riding him as fast as she could.

With another slap landing on her butt, she stopped, and he started bucking his hips below her. She rested her elbows on his chest, her hands gripped his shoulders firmly, and her head rested on his chest.

"Oh my gawd, yes, fuck me... Oh, fuck~"

He made her lie supine shortly after and made her wrap her legs around the small of his back. Then he slid into her once more and started grinding his hips while he locked their lips in a feral kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, her quaking legs struggling to keep clasped around his back. The bed protested beneath them, syncing with the sound of wet clapping.

'How I wish time could stop, so I can keep fucking Harris. He's a thousand times better than my husband. I don't care if this is a sin or a path to destruction. At least I'm receiving the pleasure I know I deserve. My cunt deserves a big cock like Harris's, nothing more,' she told herself as they ended the delicious kiss.

His thrusts increased in pace, and the bed creaked fiercely. Cries of bliss shamelessly spilt from her mouth, her eyes drooping significantly, her head filled with just his cock.

"You're such a darling," Harris complimented as he straightened his upper body and placed her legs on his shoulders, his hips constantly moving forward.

...

When Sebastian arrived, he was surprised to find his father present. 

"I'd soon be leaving to visit a friend and also handle some matters in Delbourne City. I came here just to taste her cooking one more time. You know, good food is rare to find these days. You're really lucky, Sebastian."

The young man with a buzz cut smiled at the compliment, "Yes, Dad, I'm really lucky that she fancied me."

"Yeah, it's indeed the case of a toad bagging a swan as his wife,"

"Haha, you jest, father."

"I'll be going noq. See you guys later,"

The couple watched him drive out of the premises. Sebastian then lifted Amelia, craddling her knees as he took her in. 

"I've missed you so much, Baby."

"I've missed you too, darling," she lied, faking a smile as he took her upstairs. The bedroom looked different from its messy state before. 

She and Harris had even taken time to shower before Sebastian came. Turns out he was stuck in traffic for an extra thirty minutes. Heavens was truly helping her. 

Remembering the hot sex she had in the bathtub, she blushed. 

But her husband mistook it for her anticipating him fucking her, after all, it's been a long time since he touched her. As usual, after next to no foreplay, he started slamming her cunt as hard as he could. 

Amelia didn't even feel like moaning. He was truly a far cry from his own father. But so as not to hurt his pride, she faked moans and cries of bliss. In less than five minutes, this bastard was finished, and he was panting like a dog that had run a marathon. 

She felt disgusted seeing this, so she excused herself to the bathroom, where she touched herself, wishing Harris could appear and fuck her again. Oh, how much she missed his cock. 

Unfortunately, no one knew when he'd be returning. She was stuck with that small thing of Sebastian's. It truly was terrible. 

... 

Two weeks later, she and her husband were having a sumptuous dinner when her brother-in-law, Aaron, showed up. He'd come to stay for just three days, and then, he'd leave. 

Amelia found him even more handsome than Sebastian, and his build rivalled Harris'. She couldn't help thinking if he was as impressive as his father down there. 

But then, she quickly chided herself, reminding herself that Aaron was off-limits. He even had a fiancée and was quite close with Sebastian. If she tried to seduce him, he would definitely snitch to her husband. 

While her husband went to his study, she led Aaron upstairs to show him where he would be staying for the next three days. 

After they'd entered the capacious guest room, he shut the door and tittered. 

"What's funny?" She asked with a brow raised in mystification, arms crossed over her chest.