Can my daughter's holes be my absolution? 3

Before he knew it, she was sucking his cock in ernest. He tried to look away, but found nowhere safe to look. Tits, pussy, ass. Every inch of her was sinful temptation. Stella took full advantage of Mark's bewildered state.

Up and down her head bobbed on his dick, until the little bitch was deep throating his cock. Lola never did that. Mark told her from the beginning. No anal. No blow jobs. Did his wife suck another man's cock? Her own son in law?

Stella slurped and sucked on his dick, letting gluck gluck sounds fill the air as she took him down her throat. Gagging on his manhood, smiling like she didn't have a care in the world.

"God, baby, you never smile anymore," Mark groaned sadly, staring down at his daughter's joyous face. "If sucking my dick makes you happy…" Mark said with a heavy sigh, grabbing hold of her head and holding her down on his dick. "You better do it right, baby," he said, then pumped a few rounds into her throat, Lola's traitorous face popping into his head.

The church preached forgiveness and mercy, but first he was going to enjoy his first blow job. Given to him by his amazing step daughter.

He pulled back and smiled down at her. She smiled back, mouth filled with dick.

"Suck, baby. You're making daddy feel so good. It's an amazing apology, Stella," Mark sighed, grabbing a fistful of her hair and helping her efforts along.

He told himself that he was allowing this for Stella's sake, nothing else. Then pleasure started coursing through his every nerve ending. Only when Mark was about to cum down Stella's throat did he come to his senses.

He tried to grab her head again and fuck her face to shut out the guilt ridden thoughts, but there were family photos all over the room. Attacking his conscience.

Stella's hands banged down on his arms as he pumped her throat raw, the room spinning around him.

His wife's betrayal. Now his own. They were all sinners. They needed absolution.

"God save us all. Sin is never natural!" Mark snapped, his mind racing with images of Stella's open legs and him being between them.

Then the thoughts overlapped with images of his wife's legs being spread for Richard's dick. Nothing, not even the tears pouring down Stella's cheeks as she struggled to breathe, could have stopped Mark from fucking that throat until release then.

"Fucking slut. Just like your mother. You want daddy's married dick, baby? Fucking take it then," Mark roared, now angry at the world as his orgasm loomed along with the crumbling of his marriage and family.

The only thing worthwhile in his universe in that moment was cuming down his cumdumpster daughter's throat.

Stella moaned her head off, afraid she would pass out on her daddy's dick. Never before had she felt so dominated by a man. Sucking daddy's dick had been amazing. Getting her face fucked was even better.

Her already aroused pussy now dripped, cum running down her thighs in rivers as daddy destroyed her face. Her jaw ached, but all she wanted to do was keep moaning for him. Beg for more.

Mark looked down in horror as his dick thrusted two more times down Stella's throat, then started filling her throat with cum.

"Sinners, baby, all of us. Please let daddy go," he pleaded, but when he tried to stumble back, a drunk Stella grabbed her daddy's legs and sucked the cum out of his dick. "Wrong, baby girl, so fucking wrong," he groaned, conflicted as he stood there, watching her little mouth suck the pleasure out of his dick.

On and on she sucked his sensitive dick anyway. Spent and exhausted, her jaw aching, her throat thoroughly used, her eyes red, Stella finally let go.

Daddy and daughter exchanged horrified looks.

"For the love of God, cover up," Mark begged, bending down to grab his pants and drag them up hurriedly.

Stella watched her daddy, dazed and shocked at her behaviour.

The difference? While Mark's post nut clarity made him drown in guilt, Stella's pussy was still clenching with need.

When Mark found Stella still buck naked before him, staring off into space, he panicked.

"We'll fix it. It's okay," he mumbled, grabbing the sheet and attempting to cover his daughter up.

Stella knew it was her job to agree while she accepted the sheet and slowly covered up, but her body wouldn't stop screaming for Mark's.

"We can't see the Father, he'd condemn us to hell," Mark said, pacing up and down in front of Stella.

He looked like the last man alive. Sexy. Athletic. Tall. So what if he raised her? His dick worked, didn't it?

"George. We must see George," Mark insisted. "Get dressed. Okay baby?"

"Yes daddy," Stella forced herself to say, not looking forward to explaining this situation to her pervy uncle in the least.

Uncle George was the exact opposite of daddy. A lying, cheating, manwhore. Even after what just happened, Stella adored her daddy. Which is why her cunt wanted nothing but his dick. How the fuck would she tell the manwhore she wanted to fuck daddy?

Moral conflict deepened in both Mark and Stella as they hopped in the car and drove to George's office.

George, Mark's brother and a therapist with no religious hang ups, greeted them with a sly smile after a hasty call from Mark on the drive to his home office.

George wanted to fuck anything that moved. It was a healthy, normal way of thinking in his mind. And yes, that included his step niece. Fuck Mark for wanting to play pretend daddy. George wanted that pussy.

George devoured Stella's curves as the daddy and daughter sat down before him.

"We're unholy sinners that need absolution, George. Forgive us," Mark said, tapping his foot on the floor as George's eyes lingered on Stella.

Her tight ass in jeans, her breasts straining against her top. He'd fantasized about fucking her since hearing about her divorce. Her sexy, clearly sexually frustrated, body was ripe for the taking.

"This isn't a fucking church, Mark. Chill out. Let's all just relax. So she masturbated a little in your bed. What's the big—" George began, and Mark cut him off.

"The sinful harlot sucked me too, George. Damn it, we should have gone to church. Only God can save us," Mark ranted, getting up to start pacing.