Possessed by the Succubus

Part Two

Zellienne

Danny has refused to be in my presence for the past couple of days. It's been almost painful sitting around the house as eager for his cum as I've been. I can feel how his lust builds with every passing moment. The feel of his naughty little stepdaughter's mouth around his cock is constantly replayed in his mind.

It's a wonder he's been able to resist me. I can feel how horny he is for Dahlia and I know he wants her badly. Every time I've been around him, I've used my magic to make his cock ache, which has been a little difficult for him. Every time it happens, I can see how his eyes narrow on me and how every muscle in his body goes tense while he tries to will the sensation away.

I've got to hand it to him, he's trying really hard to resist me. But I know sooner or later he's going to give in. After all, he's only got a week to fuck me. The realization is going to dawn on him soon enough that he'll never have another chance to be with his stepdaughter and he'll give in. I just can't wait for that moment.

Until then, I have to be Dahlia in every possible way. Unfortunately for me, that means going to high school. I still have access to some of her memories as she's lodged deep down inside of me and I can pull on them whenever I need to. I know who her friends are, her class schedule, that she has already done her homework over the weekend.

Danny's right, she's very innocent. She's never even kissed a boy, but she's sucked a cock now. The thing is, I know she liked it too.

I get dressed in the bedroom, looking over Dahlia's school uniforms. Sure, she might be innocent, but at least she gets to wear these sexy little private school girl outfits. I look at myself in the mirror thinking the plaid skirt is a little too long and the button-up white blouse a little too stuffy. I don't put on the tights Dahlia would normally wear, instead wearing a pair of Mary Jane shoes and thigh high white socks, folding up the hem of the skirt and pinning it to show off more of my thighs.

Dahlia really is sexy. I just don't think she knows that yet. She feels when men look at her, but she just blushes and ignores it. She doesn't know the kind of power she holds.

Danny is already off at work by the time I walk down the stairs ready for school. Melissa, Dahlia's mom, is still asleep in bed. Through Dahlia's lingering memories I know that Melissa hasn't always been the most present of parents. She's a good enough mom, but she's never come to the science fairs or helped Dahlia with her homework. Of course, a student that goes above and beyond like Dahlia doesn't need much help.

I grab her car keys and take off, ready to see what going to school is really like. Dahlia is a senior and graduating in a couple of weeks. From everything I gather when I walk through the halls, the seniors aren't really taking their school work very seriously. Dahlia and some of the other good students are, as to be expected of them.

I have to dig through her mind a little bit to remember what her first class is and I eventually make my way to Mr. Rossum's English class.

I'm the first one in the classroom and I take a seat at the front in a desk I recall is Dahlia's, grabbing her textbook from the backpack and setting it on the desk with an eager smile. It is, after all, what Dahlia would do.

A few minutes pass and nobody else walks in, which I don't think is too unusual. It's early and the other students seem to have a case of what I've learned is called senioritis. But then the bell rings and I'm still the only one in the classroom.

For a moment I start to wonder if I'm in the wrong room, which would be unusual for someone like Dahlia. I can't let anything out of the ordinary happen with her to get attention. At least, not while I'm possessing her.

The door eventually opens and I perk up excited to no longer be alone, then when I catch a glimpse of the man walking into the room a whole new rush of excitement washes ever made.

He stops in the doorway and stares at me with his eyes wide, holding a cup of coffee in his hand. "Dahlia, I wasn't expecting anyone to actually be here today."

I wrinkle my eyebrows and stare at him, recognizing that he is my English teacher and I feel a lingering sense of desire in Dahlia's mind that tells me she's had quite the crush on him. Naughty girl.

"Oh my god, it's senior skip day," I say, feeling like a fool for not catching this in her head sooner. It makes me feel better knowing that even if I had, Dahlia still would have probably shown up today.

"You can still run now, I swear I won't tell anyone," Mr. Rossum says as he takes a seat behind his desk. He smiles at me and I see it in his eyes. He wants to fuck her.

I just smile back at him as I dig a little deeper in his mind. Oh, he's thought about her plenty. Honestly, his mind might even be filthier than Danny's. He's even thinking about it right now. The two of them alone in this classroom, the door closed, morning announcements starting soon so the school administrators will be busy.

He wants to know how long it would take for her to get him off with her mouth. He doesn't think it would take very long because of how sexy it would be getting him so hard that she would barely have to do any work. He wants to lift up her skirt and lick her folds for hours on end.

He wants to do it right here in the classroom, knowing that anybody else could walk in and catch the two of them. Honestly, he doesn't care that it could cost him his job. He doesn't care that it will cost him his marriage, either. None of that would matter as long as he got to taste Dahlia's little pink petals.

I smirk at him and lean back in my chair, twirling my hair around my finger. "I don't mind staying and keeping you company."

I practically feel the jolt of excitement in his chest and I know the blood is already rushing to his cock at the thought of all the things he could possibly do with this innocent, good girl in his classroom. He wants to corrupt her and make her bad. I have half a mind to let him, too.

I know Dahlia would love this.

As much as I, and Dahlia, would enjoy riding this teacher for the next 52 minutes of class, I think about Danny. He was the one I made the original arrangement with and I do have some loyalty to that. But at the same time, he isn't holding up his end of the bargain. I need to be fucked. That's why I'm here.

I think back to the Tinder profile I made for Dahlia and how possessive Danny was when he knew she might possibly get someone else off. That was enough to change his mind. What would he say if he knew I was thinking about fucking Dahlia's teacher right now?

Maybe I have a little leverage here, after all.

Danny

For the first time in my entire life I was excited to go to work this morning. I had to get away from Dahlia--Zellienne--before I did something I'd regret.

All I've been able to think about since she sucked me off was the way her mouth felt around me, how even though I knew it wasn't my step daughter, I got to see her mouth wrapped around my cock. Just the thought of the eager look in her eyes as she milked me of every drop of cum two times is enough to create a tent in my pants.

Zellienne told me that Dahlia wouldn't remember anything. I have the opportunity to do everything I've ever wanted with her with no consequences. I should be jumping at every opportunity to fuck her. The idea of it just feels so wrong now.

I know that Zellienne needs my cum for whatever reason, but I just can't be a part of this anymore. All I have to do is ignore her for the rest of the week and everything will be fine.

Of course, that thought is immediately squashed when I get a text message from my stepdaughter. My heartbeat quickens and I have half a mind not to answer it. I'm at work, after all.

Sure, I have my own office and a door that's closed so nobody would be able to see me if I whipped my dick out and started jacking off to a sexy picture she sent me. That's what I'm expecting to be there, anyway. She hasn't been shy about teasing me with her tight body.

I end up giving in and opening the message to see that there is a picture, but it's not of Dahlia. I recognize her teacher Mr. Rossum from parent teacher nights. He's sitting behind his desk engaged in a conversation with the class and I guess Dahlia snuck a picture of him.

Dahlia: Would you believe me if I told you Mr. Rossum has been lusting after your stepdaughter? I could fuck him right here and now...

I stare at the message and don't say anything for a couple of minutes as I think about all of those implications. I know that Dahlia is possessed by a succubus, but he won't. If anything were to happen between him and Dahlia right now he would think it was her entirely. That means that come Monday when she goes back to class, he might make a move on her that Dahlia isn't expecting.

That would be a nightmare scenario.

On top of that, I don't want anybody else fucking her. Zellienne knows this. I think she's just trying to get to me, if anything.

I won't fuck her. I can't. For that reason, I have to ignore the message and try to focus on work.

My phone vibrates on the desk a few minutes later and I see another picture of Mr. Rossum, this time closer up. It's a picture taken from Dahlia's point of view as she sits on the side of his desk, her legs spread and her skirt far too short as he stares at her creamy thighs. Even I can see the lust in his eyes.

Dahlia: We had a deal, Danny. If you won't help me, I'll find someone who will.

This time, I know she isn't bluffing.

If I don't go over there and put a stop to this, Dahlia is going to make a huge mistake. I have to stop it.

Danny: That's enough. I'm leaving work now, I'll meet you outside of the school in 15 minutes.

Dahlia doesn't reply but I know she's seen the message.

I give my boss a lame excuse of having a family emergency so I can take the rest of the day off work. Melissa is still at home right now, so I know that Dahlia and I can't go there. A part of me thinks about checking into some seedy motel room so we can just get this over with, but the idea of taking my own stepdaughter to a Motel 6 just to fuck her before noon feels even worse than all of this.

I don't know what to do yet, but I figure we'll come up with a plan after I pick her up.

I drive to the school and Dahlia is already sitting outside on a high ledge, her feet dangling off the side as she kicks them back and forth. A few other students are standing around outside, all of the boys staring at her with lust in her eyes as she sucks on a bright red lollipop.

Dahlia is usually very modest about what she wears. She wears the appropriate school uniform of black tights with a knee-length skirt and buttoned up shirt with a cardigan. Zellienne didn't follow any of that. She's not wearing tights and her skirt is short enough to show off most of her legs. On top of that, her blouse is unbuttoned and she's chosen not to wear the cardigan she's supposed to.

When she sees me, she hops off the ledge and practically skips across the sidewalk to get in the car. She sits down and smiles at me, making a big show of sucking on the lollipop letting her tongue swirl around the sugary sweet sphere.

"I'm glad to see you came to your senses," she says, putting her seat belt on and lifting it over her head so it's behind her.

"Let's get this over with," I reply, quickly peeling out of the parking lot.

"Oh, come on. I know you're more excited than that," Zellienne purrs, reaching her hand toward my head and lacing her fingers through my hair. "There's no point in lying to me. I can feel how excited you are to fuck your stepdaughter's pussy. I know how badly you want it."

"I want Dahlia, not you," I say, looking at her slutty little outfit and shaking my head. Despite my distaste for it, she looks fucking incredible.

"We need to figure out somewhere we can go that you're not going to get locked up for public indecency," Zelleinne says, sucking on her lollipop as she rests in elbow on the side of the car. I keep my eyes on the road in an effort not to get distracted by the curbs of her body in her outfit.

It's no use because I know Zellienne can read whatever thoughts are in my head. She knows how badly I want to see that skirt raised to show off my step daughter's little pussy right next to me. I know that because she does.

Out of the corner of my eye all I can see is the skirt being lifted and Zellienne leaning back to show off the white lace panties she's wearing. The blood rushes from my head to my cock and I have to adjust myself under the seat belt.

We stop at a red light and I look over at her, feeling all the excitement about what's going to happen today swell in my body. I know it's wrong and I should have never let this happen, but it has to. If I don't give Zellienne what she wants, she'll get it from someone else. I have to be the one to fuck Dahlia.

"Let me take care of that for you," she says, dropping the lollipop out the window and readjusting in the seat so she's leaning over me.

"What are you doing?" I ask as she unzips my pants and pulls my cock out. I'm already raging hard but I can feel the magic Zellienne uses coursing through my veins as my cock throbs even more. "I'm driving. We could be killed."

She doesn't heed my warning as her tongue grazes the tip of my cock and I can no longer think clearly. Without hearing her talk, looking down all I can see is my sexy little stepdaughter giving me road head. It's a fantasy I've had on more times than I have fingers to count.

Dahlia stares up at me, her eyes beaming with excitement as she swirls her tongue around the tip of my cock. It's stained bright red from the lollipop and it's all I can focus on.

She wraps her lips around my cock and moves her head up and down with a practiced ease, immediately reminding me of what happened just a couple of days ago. It feels like Heaven and I close my eyes, leaning my head back for a moment as I lace my fingers through her flaming red hair.

"Fuck, your mouth is so good," I whisper as she purses her lips and sucks on me, heightening every sensation I feel.

A horn behind us honks and I open my eyes to see that the light is green and the car in front of me has already moved on.

I pull my fingers from her hair and put them back on the wheel, moving forward as I try to focus on the world outside of this car. It's extremely hard and the only thing I want to think about is my stepdaughter's mouth around my cock.

She doesn't stop as I continue driving. She keeps her mouth glued to me as she bobs her head up and down, teasing me more and more. Every now and then, she pulls away from me entirely and rests her head sideways in my lap as she licks my balls and pumps her hand over my spit soaked cock.

If I try hard enough, I can forget all about Zellienne. The idea of this actually being my stepdaughter teasing my cock just to get me hard so I fill her entire pussy with my cum is the sexiest thing ever.

I have no idea where we're driving, but as long as her lips are wrapped around me I keep my foot on the pedal. As fucked up as it is, I don't want this to end.

"You're so good at sucking Daddy's cock, baby," I whisper, leaning back a bit in the driver's seat and pushing her hair out of her face so I can look down on straight shots of road to see her worshiping my cock with her mouth.

She moans and smiles, pulling every inch of my cock out of her mouth and smiling at me. "I just want to make you feel good, Daddy," Dahlia purrs, licking every inch of my cock from the base to the tip, swirling her tongue around it then wrapping her lips back around my shaft.

"Are you going to make Daddy cum?" I ask, nearly on the edge as I feel my balls tighten. I want this feeling to last forever, but I don't know how much longer I can take this. She pulls her mouth off of me and nods her head, sucking my balls before wrapping her lips around me. "I want you to swallow every drop of Daddy's cum now."

She waits until we're stopped at a red light and moves her head rapidly up and down as I grip the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turn white. I just stare down at my sexy little stepdaughter as she moans while my cock throbs in her mouth. She takes me all the way into her throat, gagging on me as ropes of my cum shoot into her mouth.

"Such a good daughter," I groan, looking down at her as I close my eyes and try to maintain some semblance of control so the cars nearby don't immediately notice what's happening. I'm not doing a good job.

I move one hand from the steering wheel and hold it on the back of her head, pumping my hips upward to fuck her face as she gags on every inch of my cock. I feel her saliva mixed with my cum as it spills out of her mouth and stains the front of my pants. Dahlia doesn't even seem to mind and she just stares at me with excitement in her eyes as she fully drains my balls.

The light turns green before we're done, and I hear some honking behind me but I ignore it for a few seconds as my cock is milked by my stepdaughter.

When she's done, Dahlia sits up and wipes her chin, smiling at me with bits of my cum still on her face. She licks it all up before I take off driving.

It takes me a few minutes to come down from the high of seeing my stepdaughter suck my cock, but when I do, realization dawns on me and I feel guilty.

"Are you satisfied now?" I ask Zellienne, looking at her out of the corner of my eye.

She just smirks and points at my cock, immediately reminding me that with her, I'm not bound by the normal laws of my body.

I'm immediately hard again.

"You know that's not all I need," she says, lifting her hips and sliding out of her panties. She spreads her legs and shows me her slick folds and the hardness in my cock is no longer just from her magic. "Look how wet I got sucking Daddy's cock."

Fuck it.

I know this is wrong and I know I should have never agreed to this. But right now, all I can think about is my stepdaughter's wet pussy wrapped around my cock.

I don't think I have a choice in the matter anymore, anyway. I'm just doing what I agreed to with Zellienne. I'm making sure nobody else takes advantage of my stepdaughter.

I look around for a place to park because I can't take this anymore. I have to have her.

I see an old strip mall that is mostly empty at this time of day and pull into the parking lot, driving around for a spot that seems to be secluded from any surveillance cameras hanging from signposts.

"Get in the backseat," I say, unbuckling my seatbelt and opening the door as soon as I park.

Dahlia does the same and both of us climb into the backseat together. Before I can even look up, she's on top of me and frantically unbuttoning my pants again.

I'm rock hard and all I can feel is the warmth of her pussy hovering over me and I point my cock toward her aching hole before grabbing her hips and lowering her down.

"Fuck me!" I cry out, nearly shaking as I feel the walls of my stepdaughter's tight little pussy clamping down around me.

Dahlia's eyes are closed and her mouth is hanging open as she takes every inch of my cock inside of her tight body. I know it's a lot for her first time, but I know that it's not Dahlia in there right now.

I rip her blouse open and stare at her perky breasts in the lace bra, immediately pulling the cup lower to see her tits. I take one in my mouth and hold the other in my hand as I suck on them hard. Dahlia's fingers wrap around my head and hold me close as I tease her perfect breasts.

"Oh my God, Daddy!" she moans, her entire body trembling. "You're so big..."

"You like the way daddy stretches you out, huh?" I say, staring at her as I raise my hips to grind against her. She whimpers and I feel the smile curling on the side of my lips. Knowing that my stepdaughter is moaning because of my cock stuffing her pussy is so exciting. I've wanted this for so long and right now, I don't care about anything else. This feels right.