Big Bangin' Box Set

by Raven Watyrs

  “Good girl,” he replied as he rewarded me with another hard smack. My ass was turning a bright shade of pink as he wound up and delivered blow after blow, alternating between smacking me and soothing the pain away with circular rubbing. My pussy clenched and pulsed with each smack and I dug my nails into the arm of the chair.

  “Oh my god!” I cried. “Oh my god!”

  Darren ripped my thong down my thighs and leaned his head forward, driving his tongue into my exposed crack. He probed my asshole, licking and rimming the edge before spreading my pink cheeks open with both hands. He plunged his tongue into my puckered hole and I yelped out at the sudden penetration. I glanced over my shoulder and watched as he dipped into me over and over, spreading and licking at my sensitive flesh.

  Leaning back, he licked his lips and said, “Daddy’s going to make you cum, little girl.” I moaned and closed my eyes as he pushed his fingers up and down my slit, spreading my pussy lips from behind. He stretched his fingers down and probed at my clit, rubbing at the swollen nub and pushing me to the brink of insanity. He jerked his fingers back and forth over me, fast and rough before plunging his fingers deep into my juicy, sopping tunnel.

  “Cum all over Daddy’s hand, you little slut,” he commanded me. “Get Daddy’s hand all wet, little girl.”

  I bucked and rocked my hips against his thrusting hand. I was overwhelmed with desire and could barely control myself. I felt my orgasm start to take me over and I screamed out as he thrust his fingers in and out of me, slamming his hand against my clit.

  “Oh FUCK!” I cried out. “I’m cumming!”

  My pussy pulsed and contracted around his pumping fingers. I gushed over his hand as wave after intense wave of ecstasy and pleasure thundered through me.

  “That’s right,” he said. “Cum on Daddy’s fingers, you little whore.”

  “Oh my god,” I said, my breath fast and shallow.

  “Now get on your knees,” he demanded. “Since you like sucking cock so much, you’re going to suck mine.”

  I scrambled off his lap without having time to recover, and stepped out of my torn skirt and black panties. “I can’t wait to suck your cock, Daddy!” I heaved.

  I kneeled down between his spread legs and looked at my stepfather’s huge dick sticking straight up in his lap. Darren’s cock was even more beautiful than Delivery Guy’s dick. It was massive – probably about nine inches of pink, veiny deliciousness. I licked my palms and grabbed his thick, hot shaft, stroking it up and down slowly. I took it into my mouth, straining to get my lips around his smooth, shiny head. I flicked my tongue around the slit at the tip, licking and sucking as he groaned and pushed my head down into his lap as far as I could take it.

  My face was pressed up against the fly of his jeans as he forced his cock deep into my throat. I could smell his musky scent as he pushed himself into me, gagging me and making me gasp for breath.

  “Fucking slut likes sucking cock,” he muttered under his breath. “Fucking little whore.” He held me down, the head of his dick pushing against the back of my throat. I coughed and he released my head, thick strands of saliva stretched from the tip of his cock to my lips as I caught my breath. My eyes were watering and I looked up at him and jerked him off, sliding my hand up and over his head and back down his shaft. I was desperate to get fucked, to have my hulking, angry stepfather take my virginity.

  “Will you please fuck me, Daddy?” I begged him. “Make me a real whore?”

  “Beg me more,” he said, watching my hand slide up and down his length. “Beg me like the little whore you are.”

  “Please fuck my virgin pussy, Daddy! I need your cock so bad! I’ve been such a naughty brat that you deserve to fuck me as hard as you want!”

  “More,” he demanded.

  I licked his cock in a long, slow lick from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip, flicking my tongue at the hard, throbbing ridges. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I purred. “Fuck your little girl, spread me open and cum deep inside me. Please, Daddy!”

  “Get up,” he said, standing and spinning me around once more. He cleared the top of my desk, shoving papers and pens in every direction before pushing me on to it. I scooted back a bit and spread my legs wide for him. He was stroking his cock and staring at my pink, swollen pussy lips and juicy virgin opening.

  I licked my fingers and started rubbing my clit, jerking my hand back and forth and gyrating my hips. I looked back up at Darren and he snarled at me, still jerking himself off.

  He moved towards me, cock in hand, and pushed it into my glistening wet folds. He probed and circled it around my pussy lips, getting it coated with my slick wetness. He rubbed and teased me with the tip of his cock, pushing in slightly before sliding it around my glistening inner folds.

  “Please fuck me, Daddy!” I was so aroused, so turned on. My gorgeous, domineering step-dad, who I’d lusted after for months now, was about to pop my cherry! My pussy throbbed and ached against his cock, desperate to feel him fill me with his massive snake.

  He grunted and thrust himself deep inside me, fast, hard, and sudden. I screamed out and grasped for anything around me to take hold and brace myself. He was unapologetic and rough, slamming into my virgin tunnel over and over with his iron rod of a cock. I felt like I was splitting in two as he jammed himself in, grunting and growling and fucking me senseless. His balls slapped against my ass, still pink from his hand, and my pussy stretched and strained to manage his pummelling shaft. My eyes rolled back in my head as he fucked me and I soon felt the pain start to give way to pleasure.

  “Fuck! You’re so fucking tight!” he cried out between thrusts. “So fucking tight!”

  “Oh my god, Daddy!” I cried, reaching back down to stimulate my clit. “You’re so big!”

  I fell back and he grabbed an ankle in each hand and raised my legs up. He drove into me, over and over, holding my ankles high and slamming his hips into me. I rubbed furiously at my clit and felt as another orgasm started creeping forth from my wracked pussy.

  “Oh god,” I cried. “Oh god, Daddy! You’re going to make me cum again!”

  “Cum all over Daddy’s cock, you little slut.” He brought my ankles together in front of his face, holding my legs together and plunged into my slit over and over.

  Sticking my fingers deep between my legs, I pressed into my clit one final time and felt my pussy explode. I cried out uncontrollably as I came hard on his cock, pounding wave after wave of pure pleasure through my body. I clamped down around his thrusting shaft, squeezing him and pushing him over the edge.

  “Fuck, I’m cumming!” he yelled out. I felt his massive cock spurt a huge load of hot, sticky cum up my pulsing hole. He groaned and his eyes rolled back as he thrust in deeply, each time filling me further with his seed. It felt incredible and otherworldly. Eventually, his thrusting slowed and I felt his cum start to ooze out of me as he withdrew his cock from my freshly deflowered pussy.

  He stroked his wet length a few more times as he caught his breath. “I guess you’ve been punished enough now,” he said, stuffing his cock back into his pants as I sat up on the desk.

  “Oh my god,” I replied. “That was… I mean, I knew it would be good, but that was.. That was great.”

  Darren chuckled under his breath, clearly over his initial anger at catching me blowing Delivery Guy. “I don’t do anything other than great in any area of my life,” he replied.

  “Clearly,” I agreed, wiping at my brow.

  “What am I going to do with you, Rebecca?” he asked, leaning back against the opposite wall.

  I perched up on the desk and ran my hands through my hair, collecting myself and enjoying the squishy sensation of his cum oozing out of me. “Well, even if I do get, um, distracted every now and then, I sure like working here,” I said. “Especially if you’re going to be dropping by a little more often…” Still naked from the waist down, I crossed my legs on the desk and smiled slyly at him.

  “I’m sure I can make some adjus
tments in my schedule to check on this office a little more regularly,” he said eyeing my crossed legs and grinning salaciously. “It’s clear you need much more supervision than you’ve been getting.”

  My heart skipped a beat at his sexy smile.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Three weeks later, I was at my desk, waiting for Darren’s usual visit. He was coming by every day now, catching me misfiling documents or taking down incorrect phone numbers. I had been punished for my ‘ineptness’ almost every day, but today I had something to tell Darren. I was overjoyed myself, but I was unsure as to how he’d react.

  My period was late and I was pregnant.

  When I’d taken the test, I had been scared, but the more I thought about it, the more excited I had become. I figured I would just tell mom that I’d slept with some guy I met at a party and I didn’t know his name or where he was now. I could play up the tears and she’d understand.

  But how would Darren take it? I didn’t have to wait much longer to find out. He banged through the front door and started undoing his pants before it had time to close behind him.

  “Get on all fours, little girl,” he demanded immediately. “There are finger prints on the glass door. You know I hate that.”

  I felt butterflies in my stomach at his bossy demand, but before I complied, I said, “I have some news, Daddy… I’m pregnant.”

  He froze in the middle of undoing his fly and stared at me, gape-jawed.

  “What?” he said.

  “I’m pregnant,” I repeated, hoping he would react positively. “And I really want to have it... I really want to have this baby.”

  He looked stunned, but eventually a smile started to creep up one side of his face.

  “You’re… pregnant?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I responded.

  “This is incredible!” he shouted, pumping his hands in the air.

  I was stunned. “Really!?” I responded, surprised at his jubilance. “You’re not upset?”

  “Upset?” he said, turning to me. “Your mother and I have been trying to get pregnant, but haven’t had any luck, so she suggested I get you pregnant instead!”

  “What!?” I said, gob-smacked. “She wants you to get me pregnant?”

  “Yes!” he replied.

  “But won’t she be upset about us having sex?” I said, confused at this turn of events.

  “She knows already,” he said. “We have an open relationship. She doesn’t care that we’re fucking, as long as I take good care of you. Which I do,” he grinned at me.

  “So, she won’t be upset? I don’t have to lie about it?”

  “Nope!” he said. “In fact, she’ll be thrilled. Now get up on that desk and let me reward you for being such a good girl.”

  I leapt up and sat on my desk, hiking up my dress and pulling down my panties. He grasped them and yanked them off before pushing me back and spreading my legs wide. I gasped as he parted my pink lips with his fingers, teasing and probing at my flesh. He leaned in and flicked at my clit with the tip of his tongue, darting it over the sensitive little nub while he pressed into my opening with his thumb.

  I groaned out and pinched at a my nipple through my blouse as he licked and lapped at my wet folds, his tongue tasting and rolling my clit around. He pushed his thumb into me, slowly pumping in and out as he sucked my clit into his mouth, nibbling making my body spasm with each nip. He leaned back and watched his thumb penetrate my juicy hole over and over.

  “You’ve been a very good girl, lately,” he said. “Very good indeed. You’re going to cum all over Daddy’s face.”

  I moaned and reached down to rub my clit as he kept fucking me with his thick thumb, pushing it in all the way to his meaty palm, massaging and stroking my inner walls. My hips started rocking in time with the thrusts of his hand and I felt his lips make contact with my swollen pussy lips. He kissed each side before sucking one fully into his mouth, pulling and slurping away at me, driving me wild with tension and the need for release.

  He pulled his thumb out and plunged his long tongue into my wet cunt, fucking me with it while he rubbed fast and furiously over my clit. His tongue felt like a cock as he pushed it in deep, probing my depths with licking up my slick juices.

  I started to shake and quiver as he closed his mouth over my public mound, moving his tongue over my clit back and forth, faster and faster. He devoured me as I started to cum. I gushed forth coating his face with my wetness and my body convulsed and shook with each wave of my orgasm.

  After I came back down to earth, I looked up at him and smiled.

  “I can’t wait to watch your belly grow with my baby inside,” he said. “Your mother is going to be thrilled.”

  “I can’t wait either!” I agreed. “Should we go and tell her the good news?”

  “You bet. But first you need to suck Daddy’s cock. You know I don’t like fingerprints on the door.”

  I smiled up at him and licked my lips in anticipation before hopping off the desk.

  “You’re the boss, Daddy,” I replied, smiling and dropping to my knees in front of him, opening my mouth wide.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  “Harder!” I cried as he raised his hand, bringing it down and splitting the air with the cracking sound of his open palm against my pink ass cheeks. “Harder, baby! Smack my ass!”

  A new client, David, was fucking me hard from behind, spanking me as he thrust into me over and over. I felt his girth stretch me open, my pussy lips spread wide against his hot pink shaft. I was sopping wet as he pummelled into me and I pushed my hips back, forcing myself down onto his cock.

  “Fuck, you feel so good!” David cried out, pounding into me. I could feel his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust he drove forward.

  “You’re going to make me cum so hard,” I cried, tossing my hair and moaning like a porn star. I wasn’t even faking this time – this guy was seriously going to make me cum hard. I arched my back and he reached around to rub my swollen clit back and forth as he fucked me. I felt my body start to tighten as my orgasm gained momentum and he straightened up and rammed his cock into me with crazy intensity.

  “Oh FUUCCCKKKK!” I started cumming hard and loud, crying out uncontrollably as his dick pounded past my g-spot and he slammed himself into me. I gushed forth with wetness and my pussy squeezed his dick, pushing him over the waterfall himself. He started pumping jets of cum into me over and over, riding the waves of pleasure and crying out in ecstasy.

  Exhausted and glowing, we collapsed on the hotel room bed in a sweaty heap. We lay there heaving as we caught our breath for a moment before he got up and tossed the condom he had on in the trash.

  “That was well worth the $300,” he said, walking to the bar to get us each a glass of water. “I wish I could stay for another round, but I’ve got to get to the airport. I’ll be sure to put a request in for you the next time I’m in town though, because damn…” he passed me the glass and admired my naked body on the bed. “That was fucking incredible.”

  I smiled at him. “I aim to please,” I said getting up and getting dressed again. I pulled my tiny red g-strong up my long legs and stepped into my sexy, red cocktail dress. I looked out the window over the city skyline, struggling to pull the zipper up my back. David came up behind me and pulled it up before passing me a crisp $100 as a tip to the $300 he’d already given me.

  “Why thank you, kind sir,” I said over my shoulder as I folded the bill and tucked it into my bra.

  “You definitely deserve it,” he finished.

  “Well, I look forward to seeing you again, David,” I said, leaning in and giving him a lingering kiss on the lips. “Until next time.”

  I left the hotel room and walked down the hallway, a smug smile on my face. I had been escorting for only a couple weeks now and I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it sooner! I’d made over $2000 in the last 14 days!

  I’d been really stressed about money lately. I was in my first
year of college and had been able to save enough money for my first semester by working at one of the thousand Starbucks in the city, but I hadn’t been realistic in my budgeting. By the time my second semester rolled around, I was broke. Actually, I was worse than broke. I was well into my line of credit and was racking up interest and fees like it was going out of style. I had been desperate for cash.

  Trolling through the employment classifieds was depressing. There was nothing there for me. Nothing! I mean, I could have cleaned houses, but not when I had classes all day, every day. I needed something more flexible, something I could do at night.

  Thumbing through the pages, I came across an add that read “Earn thousands per week! Set your own schedule! Must be open-minded.” I knew these kind of ads are usually too good to be true, but I thought I’d give them a call anyway. I considered myself a pretty open-minded person and I was desperate to keep up with my studies, not to mention the fact that creditors were already calling me at all hours.

  I dialled the number and a sexy voice answered on the other side. “The Fox Den, this is Sandra. How can I please you today?” The Fox Den was a well known escort service. I suddenly realized what ‘open minded’ was referring too. I asked Sandra about the ad in the paper and she gave me a full run down as to what was expected. She was the madam and looked after all the bookings and appointments, she took at 25% cut from my earnings, and I’d keep the rest. Sandra was warm and funny and I trusted her immediately. And since I spent a fair amount of time hooking up with guys on Tinder, so I figured, why not get paid for it? I told her to sign me up.

  We met and she approved my look. Not surprising, really. I’ve always turned heads walking down the street, so I knew my looks wouldn’t be a problem. I was a touch on the tall side, 5 foot 8 inches to be exact. My long, toned legs, dark wavy hair, almond shaped eyes, pouty lips, and lean body from years of gymnastics often brought men to their knees. Susan took me to a studio and we shot a whack of promo pictures. Nothing with my face, of course. But everything from a cheerleading outfit to a dominatrix get-up to a beautiful, sparkly evening gown was covered. Susan said her girls cater to all types of kinks and all types of men, so she likes to cover all bases.