by Raven Watyrs
I heard the rattle of his belt buckle as he finally undid his jeans, stepping out of them as they fell to the floor, his hand still controlling the riding crop sticking out of my ass.
The mattress shifted under me as he knelt on the bed and positioned himself over top of one of my spread legs. I could feel the heat of his hard cock against the back of my thigh, its head hot and wet with pre-come.
With his forefinger caressing the wet slickness of my throbbing, aching pussy, he starts to rotate the riding crop in little circles, making me crazy with the sensations it shot through me. His fingers rolled and worked my swollen clit as he pushed and pulled the riding crop in and out of me, a couple inches at a time.
I ground my pubic bone into the mattress below me as my clit throbbed and swelled in response to his masterful touch. He pushed the handle in my ass another couple inches and I cried out again as the naughtiness of what we were doing shook my body to the core.
“Oh God,” I said through gritted teeth. “Oh God, that feels so fucking good, Daddy!” His fingers are still working my stoked, delicate flesh and as he pushed the handle into me, just one more inch. I shuddered and groaned as I felt his the tips of his fingers against my sopping hole. He rubbed little circles with the pads of his middle and ring fingers and I could hear the squelching of my lubrication as he inserted both digits into me to it once, sliding up my depths and stretching me open with his long, thick fingers. A primal, guttural sound came from my throat.
“That's right you dirty little slut,” he growled at me, thrusting his finger in and out, pressing down against my G spot as I writhed and pulled against the restraints on the bed.
His whole hand must have been coated in my wetness, I was so fucking turned on. The handle of the riding crop was four or five inches inside my ass as he worked the angles and finger-fucked my pussy. The orgasm that he’d interrupted when he had appeared in the doorway started to gain back its momentum and force and soon I was bucking wildly on the mattress, my pussy gushing all over his hand as I screamed and shook at his touch.
“I’m cumming, Daddy! Oh my god!” Waves of pleasure radiated from my ass and pussy, rolling through my body as my muscles seized and spasmed, constrained and held fast by the ankle and wrist restraints.
Before I had a chance to recover and come back into my body from the earth shattering orgasm that just ripped through me, he slowly pulled the handle of the riding crop from my seized, tight asshole, twisting it in a spiral as he pulled it out of me. He repositioned himself over my body, his dick pressed into my ass cheeks, slick with my juices from my orgasm. I was still restrained, unable to move, while my body vibrated and trembled.
“What a good little girl,” he says to me from behind. I tried to twist to look at him, but he was directly behind me, up on his knees between my spread legs.
“Now that you've been punished, you get to be rewarded.”
I keep trying to twist to see what he was doing, but moments later I find out. Something cool and smooth, slippery with lube, is pressed up against my slightly stretched out asshole.
“What is that, Daddy?” I asked, fighting against the restraints.
“It seemed you like both holes getting filled up so Daddy’s gonna fill you up even more. Now that I know that little virgin ass can take it, I'm gonna fill it up with a giant butt plug before I fuck you. Because Daddy wants to feel how tight his little girl is. And Daddy gets to cum deep inside you.”
My clit throbbed at his words and I wondered if I’d heard him wrong. The muscles in my arms strained as I gripped the restraints attached to the bedpost wondering if he really just said… If he came inside me, wouldn’t I… “But Daddy,” I said. “What if I get pregnant?”
He didn’t respond. He just started pushing the smooth glass tip of the lubricated butt plug into my asshole, spreading my little hole wider and wider. Thank god I'm already so aroused because the stretching and burning is so intense that tears leak out my eyes and wet the mattress below me. The pain radiated through me, but it didn’t hurt exactly. It was exquisite.
“Oh my God… that feels so fucking good.” I moan and push my ass against the butt plug.
“That's right, baby girl. Just relax,” Daddy said then, giving the butt plug one final shove into my ass, which the fully enveloped the bulbous end. The mattress shifted again as he reached around and undid the ankle restraints before telling me to get up on my elbows and knees. I pulled myself forward, careful not to dislodge the butt plug stretching my asshole open.
“Daddy’s going to fuck you now, little girl,” he said, lifting my hips with his hands before probing at my wet folds, spreading my juices all over the tip of his cock.
“Please,” I begged. “Please fuck me, Daddy. I’ve wanted this for so long!” My insides were filled with the butt plug, so much so that I didn’t think anything else could fit inside me. But before I could say another word, I felt the tip of Daddy’s cock pressing against my pussy. He pushed in and I pushed back, and the resistance of the butt plug pressed against his head of his dick from inside me. He grasped at the sides of my hips, digging his strong fingers into my flesh as he pulled me back and impaled me with his hard length. I let out an involuntary grunt as my pussy and ass were stuffed to the max.
“Oh fuck,” he grunted. “Such a tight, wet hole for Daddy to fuck.” He thrust into me, sliding his cock in, his balls slapped against my clit. Each wet plunge shot sparks of pleasure through me as his cock rocked against the butt plug from inside my pussy. Faster and faster the plunges came, each pummelling met with cries of deep pleasure as his head of his dick dragged back and forth over my g-spot, pressed up against it by the tight confinement.
“I love being your little fuck toy, Daddy!” I’d screamed out, not knowing where the sentiment had come from, but knowing it was true. I wanted to be his fuck toy from that point on. I wanted him to fill me with his seed and have his hot cum ooze out of me and drip down my legs. I wanted to feel his sticky jizz fill me up every night going forward. “Please cum inside me, Daddy! Cum deep inside your little girl’s pussy!”
His grunts increased in frequency and urgency. I could feel his cock inside me, surging and pulsing with each hard thrust. Within moments, his grunts escalated into a long growl of pleasure and his grip on my fleshy hips viced down in spasm. I felt his body seize behind me as he started to cum hard, jets of salty white goo spurting into me, filling my throbbing cunt to the brim.
After his growling orgasm subsided and his muscles went slack, he collapsed forward on top of me, his cock still deep inside my pussy, the butt plug still deep inside my ass. We lay there, breathing together, his weight on my body pushing me into the mattress below us, his cock twitching inside me. It felt like pure bliss.
After a few moments, he pushed back and pulled his pulsing cock out. Cum did indeed ooze out of me as he also gently removed the huge, glass butt plug before releasing my wrist restraints. I rolled onto my side, my body buzzing and weak from the insane experience.
Charles glanced down at me, his cock bouncing in front of him, a saucy glint in his eye. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that, Sarah.”
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve been thinking about you doing that, Charles. Seriously. But…what if I am pregnant?” I asked, silently hoping that that's what he wanted as well.
He grinned at me as he started replacing the various sex toys I’d pulled out of the Rubbermaid bin and spread around. There was a flash of something in his gorgeous eyes. Something conspiratorial. “What if you were…?”
I gave my head a little shake, unsure if maybe I’d heard him wrong. “Pardon…? You… you want to have a baby with me?”
“I want more than just a baby with you, Sarah. I want a life with you.”
My voice almost failed me. Almost. I pushed up and reached for him. “Are you serious, Charles? Because I’ve loved you for a long time. Since the second I saw you. You wouldn’t mess with me like that, would you?”
He sat down on the
mattress after pushing the bin against a wall and pulled me into his body. “Not at all. I’ve wanted you too, Sarah. For years, I wanted to touch you, own you, make you mine. I resisted it though, since you were technically my stepdaughter. When you’re mom left me, I was thrilled you decided to stay in town. You’re so good with Max and he loves you so much, I guess my lust for you shifted to love.”
“Oh Charles,” I said, laying my head against his chest.
“Shall we make a go of it, baby girl?” His hand rested on my lower belly, warmth and love filled his eyes.
“Definitely,” I said, placing my hand over his. After a moment, I looked up and asked, “Can we try one of the paddles next?”
“Of course,” he chuckled and pulled me closer. “I’ll even let you choose the colour, if you’re a good girl…”
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CHAPTER ONE
“I’m going to show you just how to do it, Baby Girl,” my stepfather says as he comes up behind me.
“Okay,” I respond quietly, feeling a little less than confident about my performance. “I really don’t want to disappoint you, Daddy.”
“I’m sure you won’t, sweetheart. You just need to practice a little more. Here, let me show you.” I feel the heat of his muscular, athletic body as he presses up against my back. He wraps his arms around me from behind, his hands trail down my bare arms and take hold of my wrists, which disappear encircled by his long fingers. When he speaks, his breath is warm against my ear, his lips right at my earlobe. Having him this close to me, touching me like this, is torture. Exquisite, delicious, torture.
“What you want to focus on is the follow through,” he instructs. “See? Like this.” Guided by his strong hands, I lift up my right arm, tennis racket grasped securely in my hand, and I swing, finishing with a complete follow-through thanks to my gorgeous stepfather’s guidance
“See what I mean?” he says. “You’ve got to follow through with your swing or you’ll lose a ton of power. You’re really just cheating yourself if you’re holding back or pulling your swing in any way.”
“Right,” I say, taking a few more practice swings on my own. “Like this?”
“That’s looking better. Just remember, full range of motion, ok?”
“Okay,” I say, smiling at him gratefully. “Got it.”
He grins down at me and gives my bare shoulder an affectionate rub before looking at his watch. “Atta girl. Let’s rally a bit and get you warmed up. We’ve got about ninety minutes until your match, but I’m sensing you’re feeling a little tense. You’re feeling prepared, right?”
I glance up at him. “I think so,” I say hesitantly, hoping he can’t see the flash of shame that shoots through me at the lie I just told. Connor’s been spending a ton of time coaching me on the tennis court over the past two years, but I’ve been slacking this past month. Mostly because my best friend, Jane, just lost her virginity, and I’m feeling a little behind in that department. My frustration over being a 19-year-old virgin has left me distracted and unfocused. But that’s not the only reason…
It’s all Connor’s fault, really. I just can’t stop thinking about him… Thinking about him touching me and doing things to me. I know it’s wrong. It’s so wrong. He’s been my step-dad for five years, for god’s sake. I never thought of him as anything more than a father figure, my mom’s husband. But recently? Like in the past year or so? Things have changed inside me and the more I try to ignore the forbidden feelings, the more amplified they become.
“Let’s rally and warm you up then. The tournament starts soon,” he says as he trots over to the other side of the court at the county club. I’m lucky to have him as my stepfather. I never knew my real father. He left my mom before I was born and for a long time it was just the two of us. But when I was fourteen, she married Connor, whom she’d met at this very country club where they both worked. She was the Guest Services Manager and he was a tennis coach. Life was pretty good for a few years.
But then Mom died in car accident when I was sixteen. Heartbroken and shattered, I thought Connor would send me off to live with some long lost aunt somewhere, since I’m not his real daughter and all. But he didn’t. He said he’d never desert me and I could stay with him as long as I wanted. He just had one catch - he coaches me in tennis and whatever winnings I earn from my matches goes into a college fund. He can be a tough coach, but he just wants the best for me, and in that way, he’s kind of like a real dad.
But it’s also why I hate disappointing him. He’s been coaching me for the past three years through the amateur leagues, and today is my first real competitive match. I could win some real money that could pay for my first year of college tuition, but my feelings for Connor mixed with my frustration at still holding my V-card at 19 years old, has taken a hit on my focus on the court.
I really hope I can pull it together for the match and make Daddy proud.
I like calling him Daddy. I didn’t always do that, not when I was a kid or anything. I started calling him that about six months ago. I’m not sure why, it just seemed right and it felt good. I assume he doesn’t mind me calling him that, since he hasn’t said anything about it.
“Ready?” he calls from his court, bouncing the tennis ball and prepping for his serve.
“Ready!” I shout back, palming my racket handle.
He tosses the ball up and whacks it hard at me. It flies at me like a green bullet, I dash for the ball reaching my arm and racket out as far as I can. But I must have hesitated a moment to long because the ball screams past me, bouncing inside the white line before ricocheting off the fence behind me.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath, swinging my racket through the air in frustration.
“Eyes on the ball.’ His voice is terse. “Let’s go again.” Another ball is tossed up and he swings, another ace zooms past me, another missed return on my part.
“Goddamn it!” I hiss, feeling more and more ashamed and disappointed.
Daddy trots back around the net and approaches me with a furrowed brow and a look of disappointment on his face.
“What’s up with you, Shayla? You’re not at all in the game today. This is an important match - our first competitive pairing. Why are you missing serve after serve? This isn’t like you.”
“I know, Daddy,” I say, tears of frustration and shame prickle the backs of my eyes. “I’m sorry. I haven’t been practicing as much as I should, and I guess I’m feeling unprepared and nervous. I really don’t want to disappoint you though.”
He looks closely at me, his blue eyes searching mine. “You do look tense. You shouldn’t feel unprepared though. Why haven’t you been practicing like I asked? Three hours per day?”
“Well, I’ve been practising, but it’s been more like an hour a day this month,” I admit, looking down at my white runners, too ashamed to look him in the eye. I focus on the hem my little white tennis skirt, picking at a loose string of cotton.
“You know I don’t like it when you break your word, Shayla. But I think I know just what to do in this situation” he says, his tone going dark. “This used to work on your mother all the time.”
My face snaps up to his and I see a flash of something in his eyes that sends tingles through me, but also makes me a little unsure of what he means.
“Over there. Now,” he indicates with a tilt of his square, chiselled jaw that I should make my way to the bench at the side of the court. I turn and walk, feeling like a naughty child, wondering what he’s got in mind to get my head back in the game. I get to the bench and sit down, but he shakes his head at me.
“Nope, get up. I’m sitting down.”
Confused, I stand while he sits, squaring his feet on the ground. Without warming, he grabs my wrist and pulls me down across his lap.
I let out a surprised yelp. “Daddy! What are you doing?” My runners are flailing in the air behind me as my hips fall onto his strong thighs. “What are you—”?
“You’ve been a bad girl, Shayla
,” he says. “You promised me you’d practice for three hours every day in preparation for this tournament, and now that you didn’t, you’re unfocused and tense. You need a little punishment to help relax you.”
“But, wait!” I kick and struggle as he positions my ass on his lap, frantically looking around the courts. There are a couple players way off on the other side, but they haven’t noticed the commotion we’re making thanks to the massive fans humming along keeping the tennis tent in positive pressure. “What are you—”
He pins my upper body down with one hand and I suddenly realize what he’s about to do.
Daddy’s about to spank me.
Daddy’s going to spank me right here in our practice court!
I can’t believe—
SMACK! Daddy’s huge hand sails down and lands hard on my ass, making me cry out in shock. “Oh my god, Daddy!” I yell. “Don’t! That’s not fair!”
Completely ignoring my pleas, he calmly lifts my white tennis skirt, exposing my bright, white briefs underneath. He lifts his arm again and delivers another hard SMACK!
“Daddy!” I try and twist out from his hold, but my 5’6” and 120 lbs is nothing against his 6’2” frame and 230lbs of solid muscle. Ignoring me again, he reaches up to the waistband of my briefs and pulls them down over my ass, exposing my naked flesh.
“This punishment will help focus you,” he says as I struggle in his lap. I glance down the court again, the other players oblivious that my panties are around my thighs. Thankfully, my ass is pointed in the opposite direction than their court, but still! I open my mouth to tell him that there are people down there, but before I can, he lifts his hand and SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!, strikes my bare skin in fast succession, making me squeak and mew in shock with each powerful thwack of his open palm.
I struggle for a moment longer before I realize that my pussy is starting to throb with heat. I stop struggling and submit to his strength. I can’t believe Daddy is spanking my bare ass! What if he’s looking between my legs? Can he see my slit? Oh my god, what if he can see it? My ass burns and stings and goes bright pink as I take each smack, but there’s no chance of getting even a yelp in, his spanking is furious and unrelenting. The only noises I make are little grunts timing with each smack of his hand. My core tightens with each hit, but strangely enough I’m finding that the stinging is starting to go numb, and the throbbing between my legs starts to intensify.
