I felt conflicted as I rode the elevator to Roger's office. Meeting him in his private office was a departure from the usual boundaries I set for myself, and I couldn't shake the guilt that crept in. Our flirtatious interactions never crossed the line, but meeting him in his office felt like a step further into forbidden territory.

As the elevator bell chimed, I jumped in surprise, realizing I was on Roger's thirtieth floor. I made my way to the reception area of his law firm in a daze. I felt my anxiety growing stronger. Despite my nerves, I pushed forward. I knew there was no turning back. "I'm here for my one o'clock appointment with Mr. Stanton," I stuttered, my voice wavered slightly. The receptionist nodded and directed me to a seat. My heart raced even faster with anticipation.

I sat in the reception area, lost in my thoughts. Roger’s strong voice startled me. "Hi Aly, how are you?" he greeted me warmly. He looked dashing in his tailored suit. His salt-and-pepper hair and square features added a touch of sophistication. I couldn't help but feel drawn to him as he introduced me to the receptionist as his stepdaughter; a wave of excitement washed over me. Roger gave me a warm hug in the lobby, his strong arms enveloped me. It felt nice against my body, and any willpower I had seemed to disappear. I knew couldn't resist him, I wanted him so badly.

As I walked with Roger to his office, I couldn't help but feel nervous. When he introduced me as his stepdaughter, the taboo nature of the situation stirred up some unexpected feelings within me. Even though Roger wasn't really my stepdad, as he had only been dating my mother for a few months, the idea of it being so wrong and risky made it all more exciting. He was older, successful, and undeniably attractive, which only added to the allure of it all. Despite the potential consequences, I couldn't deny my attraction towards him. It was a forbidden thrill that I couldn't resist.

We walked up the flight of stairs to his private office on the executive floor. My heart raced with anticipation. The air was thick with possibilities, and I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me behind those closed doors. Roger had invited me under the pretense of discussing my law career and helping me to become a partner at my law firm. Still, the tension lingered between us, and I wondered if he had more in mind.

As we reached the top of the stairs, my heart raced, and my mind was on fire, filled with inappropriate thoughts. I couldn't help but wonder what Roger wanted from me. Despite our previous flirtations, I was unsure if Roger felt the same connection and desired to explore our chemistry further. I knew I should resist the temptations and keep our relationship platonic, considering our family ties and the potential consequences. However, my body betrayed me as it responded to our undeniable connection. The dampness in my panties was a telltale sign of my arousal despite my attempts to ignore it. Deep down, a part of me craved for Roger to ravish me right there in his office.

As we entered Roger's office, he locked the door behind us with a definitive click of the latch that reverberated through the room. My nervousness returned as we were now alone, uncertain what would happen next. Roger's gaze on me was intense. He undressed me with his eyes. "I'm so glad you came, Aly," he said in a sultry tone, making it clear that my visit was for much more than career advice.

Roger leaned in for a kiss, and I was surprised at how quickly he made his move. I had been secretly hoping for this moment, but now that it happened, I was shocked. As our lips met, our tongues intertwined, and soon, we were in a full-on make-out session. I couldn't believe how much I wanted him, and I couldn't stop myself from kissing him with all the passion I had been holding back.

Roger held my head; his intense gaze locked me in place. I felt like putty in his hands, willing to do anything he asked of me. "Are you ready to be my naughty girl?" he asked in a more assertive tone. I shyly nodded, feeling myself blush at his words. "Strip for me," he commanded. Those simple words sent a wave of arousal through me, feeling a tingle between my legs, and I realized how soaked my panties had become.

Roger sat back in his chair and stared at me, his eyes filled with desire. I slowly removed my business suit, feeling embarrassed yet excited. As more of my clothes came off, I could see Roger becoming more and more aroused. I stood before him in just my bra and panties. I tried to cover my practically naked body with my hands and arms. "You are so hot, Aly," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. The intensity of his gaze made me feel both vulnerable and empowered at the same time.

I hesitated momentarily, feeling a rush of nervous excitement as I stood there exposed in front of him. It seemed like time stood still as I waited for another command. When he ordered me to lie on his desk, I felt a mix of anticipation and submission as I complied without hesitation. I laid back, and I spread my legs as he ordered. I couldn't help but feel a tingle of arousal at the thought of being so exposed. My sheer panties clung to my most intimate areas, and it left little to the imagination. I was entirely at his mercy, spread wide with the outline of my wet vagina in full view for him to enjoy.

With a knowing smile, he saw right through me, understanding just how much I craved his control and guidance in exploring my deepest, darkest desires. I couldn't believe how turned on I was at being told what to do and submit to Roger. "Are you going to be a good girl and do what I ask?" His dominance was something I longed for, and as desire took over, I found myself his completely. "Yes, Daddy," I replied. My reservations melted away as I craved more. I wanted to explore this side of me and see how far Roger would guide me. His smile told me he knew I was his in that moment. "Take off your bra and panties," he commanded

As my innocence slipped away, a new desire took over me. I wanted to be daring, to show Roger just how much he turned me on. With a quick motion, I unclasped my bra, my bare chest exposed to him. My nipples were hard, begging for his touch. I then raised my hips and removed my soaked panties, revealing my smooth, wet vagina spread open for him to see. The feeling of being wanted and sexy washed over me like never before. I never thought I would be in such a bold and exhilarating position, but I loved every moment.

Roger's voice was thick with desire as he praised me, and his eyes smouldered with lust. "Now, pleasure yourself. Finger your wet pussy, tease your clit," he directed, his gaze unwavering as I followed his every order. My fingers delved into my slick folds. My moans filled the room as sensations of ecstasy coursed through my body. I pinched my nipples as instructed. The sweet sting added to my pleasure. Lost in a haze of newfound sensations, I surrendered completely to Roger's control,

I had never experienced such intense pleasure before. My body yearned for the ultimate release. The mere thought of reaching orgasm at my stepdad's command drove me insane. I felt a sense of freedom as I indulged in this forbidden act. My desire grew uncontrollably. My body ached with need, the wetness dripping down my thighs as my finger slid inside my soaked core. Roger's gaze alone had me trembling with anticipation. My good girl facade crumbled as he took control of my pleasure.

Roger stood up from his chair, a look of determination in his eyes as he grabbed my wrist firmly and prevented me from pushing myself over the edge. "Look at me, Aly," he commanded, his voice filled with authority. I could feel the firmness of his touch. “You can't cum yet, you naughty, dirty girl," he insisted. I whimpered in frustration; my body ached for release and yearned for the sweet orgasm that was just out of reach. His hands teased me and brushed against my soaked pussy.

Roger's hands delicately teased my body, igniting a deep longing for his touch. As he gently caressed my face, he whispered, "You are so beautiful, Aly. Your body is amazing.” I loved how desired I felt.

With his hand intertwined in my hair, Roger guided me to kneel in front of him with a firm yet tender grip. "Look at me, Aly," he commanded softly. Roger stood before me and proceeded to undress. He shed his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and stepped out of his pants. I couldn't help but be captivated by his chiselled physique and the impressive bulge in his underwear. He looked incredible for his age. Hell, he looked terrific for any age.

I must have looked so innocent, kneeling before him, yet my thoughts were anything but pure. I tried to look into his eyes, but my gaze kept drifting back to his enormous bulge. With one swift motion, Roger removed his boxers. It revealed a sight that left me breathless. His fully erect member was massive, larger than anything I had ever experienced.

"Take my cock in your hands, Aly, and keep your eyes on me at all times," Roger commanded, his voice filled with lust. Eager to please him and touch his enormous tool, I quickly complied, and my hands explored every inch of his impressive length. It was so big that I couldn't fully wrap my hand around it. I stroked him with both hands. What a sight! My arousal peaked.

Roger firmly grasped his entire length and rubbed it against my lips and face with a commanding presence. "Take my cock in your mouth, baby, suck it,” he stated boldly. I loved how dirty he spoke to me and the control he had over me.

I had always considered myself a bit reserved when it came to giving oral. I rarely indulged in the act, even with long-term boyfriends. However, with Roger, it was as if a primal urge had awakened within me, and I craved to have his throbbing manhood between my lips.

I found myself mesmerized by his thick, pulsating tool. My mouth watered at the sight of it. With an eagerness I had never known before, I worshipped him. My tongue swirled around the head as I took him deep into my mouth. He filled my mouth and stretched my limits, it sent jolts of pleasure through my body.

Roger’s encouragement echoed in my ear and fueled my desire to please him more. "That's it, good girl Aly suck my cock," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. As I continued to devour him with a newfound hunger, I knew that I was his willing and eager servant, ready to fulfill his every desire, no matter how taboo.

His strong hands gripped my hair firmly as if they were determined never to let go. With each thrust into my mouth, he pulled me closer to him, and he thrust into my mouth with an intensity that left me breathless. Being taken that way was what I had yearned for, to feel Roger take control and make me his in a way I had never experienced before. I knew that this was where I belonged. I had never felt like this before.

I eagerly worked to please him. The taste of him drove me wild with desire. Roger's encouraging words only fueled the passion that burned within me. "Look at me while you suck my cock, Aly. “ Roger demanded.

“That's it, you're doing great, baby. Suck Daddy's cock like a good girl," he praised.

I had never felt so liberated, so free to embrace my newfound sexuality. Gone was the conservative prude I once was, replaced by a cock-hungry vixen who craved nothing more than Roger's seed. The way he commanded me, the way he pushed me to new heights of misbehaviour, was intoxicating.

As Roger drew closer to his release, I couldn't help but want it more than anything in the world. The thought of him releasing his seed into my wanting mouth sent a wave of excitement through me, and I knew that I had never wanted a man's cum more than I did at that very moment.

But Roger had other plans. His hands firmly on my face, he pulled his cock abruptly away before I could satisfy what I craved. "Not yet, baby. We have more playing to do," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. It promised even more pleasure to come. And I was more than ready to play along. My body buzzed with anticipation.

As I knelt before Roger, my heart raced with excitement. He lifted me to my feet and pressed his lips against mine in a fierce, dominating kiss. I felt the hunger in his touch. His hands explored every inch of my body with a primal need. "You are so fuckin' hot baby, so sexy," he whispered, his voice dripped with lust,

Before I could catch my breath, he spun me around and bent me over the desk, my back arched with my tight ass high in the air. I could feel his gaze burning into me, and the thrill of his dominance overwhelmed me.

Bent over his desk, I felt his strong hands, yet surprisingly gentle, spreading my legs wider as he caressed my butt. Roger's intense gaze burned into me, devouring every inch of my most intimate parts exposed to him.

“Are you a naughty girl, Aly?" His voice was a deep rumble, and his dominance radiated off of him. It made me weak in the knees. I couldn't help but nod yes. The rush of excitement at his command washed over me like a tidal wave of desire. But he wanted more than just a nod. He wanted me to confess to tell him what I wanted.

"Say it, Aly. Confess that you're a naughty girl who craves punishment," his tone grew more authoritative, and he demanded my submission in a way that made my heart race with anticipation.

I couldn't resist his power. "Yes, Daddy, punish me. I'm so dirty," I whimpered, my breath hitched with the thrill of the forbidden. "I need to be punished for my dirty deeds, for sucking my stepdaddy's big cock." I was shocked at the profanity that escaped my lips.

With a swift smack on my ass, Roger's punishment began. Each strike sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through me; it made me moan with desire, and I craved more of his firm hand.

"I want more, Daddy. Yes, I've been a slut," I confessed, tears of liberation welled up in my eyes as I let go of all inhibitions. Smack! "I deserve to be punished for my forbidden desires, for masturbating in front of you, for craving your cock."

I craved Roger's firm hand and the feeling of him spanking me. The sensation of his hand slapping my ass was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I couldn't get enough. "Fuck yes, Daddy, spank me harder. Yes, I'm a slut," I murmured, unable to control the words that left my mouth. My arousal was at its peak, and I could feel my wetness dripping down my legs. I begged him to continue, pleaded for it, "Yes, Daddy, I'm your little slut. Punish me." At that moment, I felt exhilarated and alive like never before.

As Roger suddenly stopped my spanking and began massaging my ass, I couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over me. His touch was like a healing elixir; it eased the sting, and I melted into a pool of longing. I lay there on his desk, entirely at his mercy, as his hands worked their magic on my aching backside. The heat in my cheeks and the wetness between my legs only fueled my desire for him even more. At that moment, all I wanted was for him to take me, to give me more of his presence and his touch.

"I'm going to make you mine, Aly," he whispered in a husky voice. I couldn't wait for him to claim me as his own. The anticipation was driving me wild. Roger positioned his massive, throbbing manhood at the entrance of my dripping pussy, a wave of anticipation washed over me. I needed him inside me, filling me up completely. The ache between my legs was almost unbearable, and my body trembled with need.

"Tell me you want it," he demanded, his voice filled with desire. And I couldn't hold back any longer.

"I want your cock, Daddy, fill my tight pussy,” I moaned. "Fuck me, Daddy, please. I need you to fuck me with that big, hard cock of yours."

Roger turned me around and laid me on my back across his desk. I raised my legs and spread them. I wanted him so bad. Roger's cock slid into my tight, wet pussy with a tantalizing slowness. Each inch sent shivers of pleasure through my body. I gasped as he filled me. My pussy stretched to accommodate his incredible size.

With each thrust, he delved deeper into me. His moans of pleasure fueled my arousal. The slick, wet sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room and mingled with the intoxicating scent of sex. His hands gripped my hips tightly and pulled me towards him as he slammed into me relentlessly. I had never experienced anything like this before, the intensity of his touch, the way he filled me. I had never been taken like this, fucked this hard and deep.

"Oh god, oh god, fuck me harder, Daddy," I begged, the pleasure coursing through me like a wildfire. I could feel my orgasm building. A tidal wave of pleasure threatened to consume me. "Cum for me, baby girl," he commanded, and with his permission, it was like my body instinctively released.

My body trembled and convulsed uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy overtook me, every nerve ablaze with pleasure as I reached the peak. My Moans and screams of "Oh yes, yes I’m cumming, yes Daddy, fuck yes, it feels so good" filled the room, loud and uninhibited. I surrendered completely to the pleasure. The pleasure I felt was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a euphoria that left me breathless. Wave after wave of orgasm crashed over me, unable to stop the flood of fluid that soaked his cock and the desk beneath us.

I found myself in a haze, coming down from the intense orgasm that Roger had just given me. As I tried to gather my thoughts, he whispered in my ear, "Tell me you want my cum. Say it." His words snapped me back to reality, and I felt him thrust deeper and more urgently inside me. It felt so good, but I knew it was wrong. We were engaging in risky, unprotected sex, and letting him cum inside me was a dangerous decision.

But despite the risks, I couldn't resist. I was overwhelmed with desire. I wanted Roger to mark me as his, to make me his in every way possible. "Cum inside me, daddy. Cum in my pussy," I found myself screaming, unable to control the words that were escaping my lips. It was like a primal instinct took over. It drove me towards him with a need that I couldn't deny.

Roger's desperation only added to my lust. His moans grew louder as he pushed himself deeper into me. I wrapped my legs around him. My intentions were crystal clear - I gave myself to him completely, and I surrendered to the pleasure that he was bringing me. "Yes, daddy. Make me your cum slut," I whispered, surprised by the boldness of my own words.

There was no turning back now. With a primal grunt, Roger gave in to his pleasure, unable to hold back any longer. “Oh baby, your pussy is so tight. Yes, I'm cumming. Fuck, yes," he moaned. I held him tighter with my legs, wanting all of him.

His body tensed, and I felt him twitch and explode inside me. With each thrust, another load splashed inside me as if it would never stop. As Roger thrust his rock-hard cock into me, I felt his cum drip out of me, down my ass and pooled onto the desk. I couldn't believe how much he came.

As Roger's body slowly softened inside of me, his cock slipped out of my soaked pussy. I felt a sense of emptiness as he withdrew. Our mingled fluids left a slippery trail on his desk—the room filled with the heavy scent of our raw passion.

Roger collapsed in his office chair, completely spent, and I lay sprawled out on his messy desk, sweaty and unable to get up just yet. My mind filled with thoughts of the intense pleasure he had given me, the sweet ache between my legs reminding me of the best sex and orgasm I had ever experienced, all from the most taboo person in my life - my mom's boyfriend. I couldn't believe how he had taken control of me, how I had let him do things I never imagined I would. As his seed spilled out of me, I couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into me, but I didn't regret it. It was like he had unleashed something dark and dirty inside me, and I couldn't get enough.

Roger finally stood up, walked over to me, and leaned in to kiss me, and he planted a tender kiss on my head. He helped me to my feet, and we walked to Roger’s private bathroom and cleaned ourselves up. I couldn’t help but steal glances at him. I admired his chiselled body. The way his eyes linger on me with longing made me tingle.

I snuck one last peek at Roger’s flaccid manhood. Even soft, it was an impressive size. It was still huge! I smiled and almost giggled to myself. Maybe that's why my mom had been so happy lately, I thought - she had found herself a stud of a man. I felt a twinge of envy that she got to have him every night, but at the same time, I was thrilled that I just got to experience Roger in every way. Lucky me!

Before leaving, I hugged him tightly. I savoured his body pressed against mine. Our goodbye kiss promised more to come, a silent agreement between us that this was far from over.

As I made my way out, he stopped me with a question that thrilled me. “Would you like to book another appointment to discuss your career further, Aly?” I paused momentarily. I turned back with a mischievous smile.

"Of course, Daddy," I reply, my voice laced with seduction. "How can I resist more of the great advice that you give me?” The thought of our next encounter filled me with excitement and longing, eager to explore more of this forbidden relationship that awakened my darkest desires.