Matt is almost too big and takes Danielle hard and without protection after making her a promise, but when Danielle reminds him of that promise...
"Time to pull out! Pull out!”
Matt might have other plans…
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Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Rough Sex, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Virgin, Cheerleader, Schoolgirl
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A little bit of trust is a dangerous thing. That’s what I was fast coming to realise as I contemplated how I was going to survive not only the physical hardships of a weekend hand-cuffed to my bed, but also the utter humiliation when my mom and step-dad came home to find me like this.
It all started when I turned eighteen, I was about to finish high school and I was sadder than ever about the prospect of having gone all the way through school without a boyfriend. I was always painfully shy, and a bit of a social outcast as a result.
I wasn’t like the popular girls, I only had a few close friends and the boys were more likely to ask if they could copy my homework than if they could take me up to lovers’ lane and fuck me until I screamed. I so wished they would do that, but it just never happened.
When I blew out the candles on my birthday cake, I made a wish. A promise, really. I promised myself that before school finished, I would squash my fears for just a few seconds and ask a guy out on a date. My small town would probably laugh about it for years, a girl asking out a guy just wasn’t the done thing, but I had an itch that needed to be scratched.
The realisation that I had that particular itch didn’t slowly grow, like I guessed was the case with other girls, it hit me with full strength all at once when I came home from school one day to see both Mom and Matt’s cars in the driveway. That was odd, because they normally didn’t get home until after six.
Still, no matter how odd it was that they were home, it was nothing compared to what I heard and saw when I stepped inside the house. At first I thought my mom was getting murdered and my phone was halfway out of my pocket, ready to dial the police, when I realised it wasn’t screaming I was hearing, it was… squealing I guess you’d call it. She sounded like she was having the time of her life.
Tentatively, I approached their bedroom and what I saw made my jaw drop like I was a cartoon. There, wearing one of my favourite outfits, was my mother, face down and ass up with the skirt flipped over her back, and Matt behind her, riding her hard, slapping the exposed ass cheeks and saying more depraved things than I had ever imagined him capable of.
“You like that cock, you little slut?” he asked.
“Yeah, oh fuck yeah, Daddy!” said my mom.
Smack! Smack!
He gave her a firm spank on both cheeks and resumed his frantic pace, shaking the entire bed and maybe causing the headboard to do serious damage to the wall if the noise was anything to go by. Then he said something that closed my mouth with a loud snap, and sent a shiver of confusingly pleasurable electricity up and down my spine.
“You’re going to be a good little girl for Daddy, aren’t you Danielle? Take all my cum in that tight little pussy of yours?”
I barely heard my mom pant out her affirmative over the pounding of my heart in my ears. My mom’s name was Mary. My name was Danielle.
A feeling unlike anything I’d ever experienced before almost exploded between my legs. I ran to my room, but I ran quietly. Something was telling me I needed privacy, a moment alone for what I was about to do.
I didn’t even know what it was at first, that wordless urge just translated to ‘rub here’ and that’s exactly what I did. Oh holy mother of God, why didn’t I rub there before?
After about thirty seconds of listening to what was happening down the hallway, I was almost rendered comatose by the pleasure that washed over me. Ever since then, I used every opportunity I could to spend some ‘alone time’ in my room, but nothing was ever as intense as the first time and something told me that having a man bring me this pleasure would be so much better.
It was that day that sparked the itch. It was the first day where I ever let myself think of myself as a sexual being, a desirable young woman, the kind of girl that deserved the attentions of a sexy man. It was the last push I needed after my birthday wish.
All kinds of clocks were ticking. I wanted to have a boyfriend before I finished school, and I definitely wanted to find a boy my own age before I did something crazy and gave in to this utterly crazy idea to try and seduce Matt.
The idea of doing that was what always brought me my best orgasms, but it was so insane as to be off the table. This was the man who had raised me, and he was married to my mom, it was just too forbidden.
So when I went to school and heard that Bryce, like only the hottest guy in my year, had just broken up with his head-cheerleader girlfriend, I swooped in and forced myself to ask him out on a date at lunchtime. To my surprise, and to the surprise of his watching friends, he agreed.
I don’t think I saw anything in my classes for the rest of the day that wasn’t a happy hallucination. I must have looked like an idiot, sitting there with my head resting on my hand and staring into the distance.
The timing couldn’t have been better. My parents were out for the weekend, so I did everything I could to make sure that when Bryce picked me up, we wouldn’t actually go anywhere. I was going to be the best girlfriend he’d ever had.
After school on Friday, I hit the mall, withdrew several months worth of wages and went on a shopping spree unlike any I’d ever treated myself to before. First up was the hairdresser, where I asked her to straighten my hair and give me a few highlights, then to the beautician, where I had her apply some subtle make-up that I lacked the experience to do myself, then when I was just about to leave I saw something on her list of services that I knew all the guys at my school were talking about.
So, with a full-Brazilian turning every step I took into an erotic adventure, I headed to the lingerie store and walked through the doors as quickly as I could after a furtive glance either way, lest somebody I knew saw me go in. It was like stepping into a whole new world.
Everything was so… skimpy, so sexy. It was hard for me to imagine myself wearing any of it. I was so embarrassed that I was about to walk out again when a nice sales lady put her arm around me and convinced me to try at least a few things on.
I couldn’t even look in the mirror when I tried on the “French Maid Servant” outfit, I was almost cringing when I finally had it on and forced my eyes up to see what I looked like. The crazy thing was that I liked what I saw.
It was perfect. It showed enough skin to leave Bryce wanting to unwrap the rest of his present, and especially accentuated my slender teen physique. Best of all, it would let him know that I would do whatever he wanted, I really would be the best girlfriend he ever had. Maybe we would even end up going to the same college!
The sales lady even managed to talk me into buying a couple handcuffs with fluffy pink padding, she said I was all the rage since that Fifty Shades book hit all the bestsellers lists. If I hadn’t been on such a high after seeing myself in the lingerie, I probably wouldn’t have bought them, but I was. So I did.
Bryce was supposed to pick me up at seven and give me a call when he was outside, so I made sure I was all ready by quarter-to. It wasn’t easy putting on the second handcuff after I’d done the first, but I managed it. I was on my stomach so Bryce could claim his prize face down and ass up, just the way Matt had taken my mom, with my phone in one hand so I could tell him to come on in, and direct him upstairs, where he would find little old me.
Well, seven o’clock came and went, so did seven thirty. It was with no small measure of apprehension when I sheepishly dialled his number and asked if he was running late or something. He laughed, put me on speaker phone, and told me to ask again.
Even quieter than a mouse, I did, only to hea
r the laughter of countless people before Bryce explained, as if to an idiot, that he’d got back together with Tracy and did I really think that somebody like him would ever go for somebody like me. Before the eruption of laughter had died down on the other end, I hung up and threw my phone across the room in a mixture of rage and humiliation.
It was a good fifteen minutes of kicking and screaming against my mattress, with the handcuffs rattling like a tin can full of rocks on my headboard, before I realised that without Bryce, without my phone, I had no way of getting to the keys, which were on my bedside table next to a pile of condoms. I was a petite girl, and my bed was heavy, I could barely move it under the best of circumstances, let alone restrained as I was.
When I realised my situation, my blood froze for a moment. My only methods of escape were so near and yet so impossibly far away.
I fought down the rising panic and forced myself to stay calm. There must be some kind of way out of this.
When I saw headlights flash across my bedroom wall as a car pulled into the driveway, for a moment I thought it might have been Bryce, maybe he had only been playing a stupid trick on me and he really was just running late. After the miniature horror he’d just put me through, I wasn’t sure I wanted to let him have my most special gift… but if I didn’t let him in, then how would I escape my self-imposed captivity?
More importantly, with my phone most of the way across my room, how would I even let him know he needed to come in? Instead of it ringing, I heard a car door open and close outside and breathed a sigh of relief. If he got as close as knocking on the front door, he would probably be able to hear me yelling.
There was no knocking, though. I heard the jingle of keys before whoever it was tested the door to find it already unlocked.
“Oh shit,” I whispered.
“Danielle? You home?” I heard Matt call.
I squeezed my eyes shut and mustered up all the courage I could, under the circumstances. There was no easy way to explain my situation, but at least I wouldn’t die of dehydration.
“Yeah!” I called back. “Um… is Mom there? Can she come up?”
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and stared like a deer in the headlights through the thin crack of my barely-open door. Desperately, I tried to squirm under the covers, to save some scrap of dignity.
“No, your mom stayed back at the ranch, I got called back for work. Everything OK?”
He was right outside my door, and still I was trying to get under the covers without the use of my hands. It was nigh on impossible, they were so tightly tucked in.
“Um… uh… wait!” I called, giving up.
“Dad… I… before you come in here, I need to warn you… I’m kind of… uh… I’m not decent, but I need your help with something.”
“What in the world are you t…”
Matt pushed the door open and the words were cut off as quickly as if somebody had pressed his mute button. I buried my face in my pillow in shame, I couldn’t face him. Even worse, I could feel that my little French maid skirt had ridden up over my ass in my failure to get under the covers. I gave a little wiggle, trying to make it fall back down again, but it stayed right where it was.
“I… I’ve made a mistake… I’m stuck here. There’s keys on the table… can we just not talk about this?” I asked from my wafer-thin sanctuary.
I heard Matt’s footsteps slowly, painfully slowly, cross the short distance from the door to the side of my bed and then pause before I felt the mattress shift under me as he sat on the edge. When he didn’t lean over and pick up the keys for several uncomfortable seconds, I had no choice but to look over my shoulder to see what he was doing.
Matt’s eyes were fixed between my legs, on the silky black panties that came with the outfit. I knew from my time in front of the mirror in the changing room at the store that the material hugged my body like a second skin.
Every fold, crevice and curve of my virgin sex was all but on display to my step-father’s hungry-looking eyes. Sometimes when he looked at me I thought he might be checking me out, but I’d always been able to dismiss it as wishful thinking, even after finding out about the little fantasy he and my mom had played out.
Now though, especially when I saw him lick his lips, it was hard to deny that sex was on his mind. Not just any sex either, but a seriously hard fuck just like when I caught the two of them at it that day.
I tried to close my legs as hard as possible, tried to stop the hint of my teen slit from peeking out at the top of my thighs, but there was no way to tell if I was successful. Matt smiled at my obvious attempt.
“What happened here, Danielle?” he asked.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Can you just uncuff me?”
“Say please.”
“What?”
“Say it.”
“Please?”
“No, no. Say ‘please, Daddy’.”
“But, Dad… I… what are you doing?”
Matt leaned in close. “The only way to get what you want is to ask me just the way I want, Danielle.”
“Please, Daddy.” I blushed at being made to use the word that I’d stopped using years ago. The word my mom had screamed out in such ecstasy. This was so wrong, so very, very wrong.
“Like you mean it, Dani.”
“Pleeaaase, Daddy!”
“Again.”
“Please , Daddy!”
Matt shifted his weight, I thought he would reach for the keys on the bedside table, but instead he straddled me, his legs tight against the outside of mine as he leaned over. I gasped and tried to wriggle out from under him, but the only thing I could do was raise my butt, and when I did I felt the hard bulge in his pants press right along the crack of my ass.
I thrust my hips forward, away from that utterly taboo sensation, quicker than lightning.
“Dad!”
Matt leaned forward and pressed that bulge against me again as he brought his lips close to my ear. When I’d caught him fucking my mom, the angles had been all wrong for me to see his cock, but there was no denying that he had a monster in his pants.
“What exactly are you asking for?” he whispered, his hot breath on my neck.
I shivered and blushed even harder when I felt my ass push up against that tantalising hardness without my even thinking about it. There was nowhere for my hips to escape to now, though, and every movement, every struggle, just rubbed my body against his manhood, and seemed to fuel that hungry look on his face.
Hovering over me like that, he felt so big, so powerful. I was in a compromising situation even before he arrived, but it was now absolutely clear that he was enjoying my predicament.
“I’m… I’m asking you to let me go,” I said.
“Oh, really?” he asked, giving a short and sharp thrust that made me gasp.
“We… you… can’t do this, it’s wrong! What if Mom found out?”
“I don’t care if it’s wrong. What I care about is how good it would feel to have my big cock in that tight little pussy of yours. Your mom already said that once you turned eighteen, if you wanted it, then she doesn’t mind if I fuck you to within an inch of your life.”
“M-mom said that?”
Matt went on without answering my question. “You won’t get in trouble, Danielle, nobody will. Just think about it.”
As if to emphasise exactly what I was supposed to be thinking about, he rocked his hips against me and rubbed his cock along the crack of my ass again, pushing my panties up a bit and lightly teasing my outer labia as the material went taut against my sex. I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply as a jolt of pleasure shocked me.
I’d never had a hard dick pressed against me before and I was utterly unprepared for the way it was making me feel, just how cloudy it was making all my thoughts. The rational part of my brain kept on trying to list arguments, but never got more than halfway through before being steamrolled by a graphic image of myself getting fucked, accompanied by loud declarations of how
good it would feel.
It was like having two completely different personalities debating in my head. I couldn’t do this with the man who brought me up… but feel how big his cock is! He was married to Mom… but I promise you the best orgasm of your life if you’ll just let him do what he wants. He was more than twice my age… but you were born to be fucked hard, so who cares about that?
The voice of reason became quieter and quieter as if somebody was pressing the volume-down button, leaving me alone in the darkness behind my eyelids with nothing but those images and those promises of pleasure. When I opened my eyes again I realised I was rocking my hips with him, making sure every stroke rubbed against my ass as hard and as long as it could.
Even when I realised I was as good as gone, I couldn’t believe what I was about to tell my step-father. I’d never dreamed that he would be the one to take my virginity.
“OK,” I said.
“OK what?” he insisted, growing bolder with my apparent consent and grinding against me harder.
“You… you can be my… you know… first.”
The last word came out in an almost whispered squeak, and stopped Matt in his tracks. After a pause, his eyes blazed with that hunger, like a flame temporarily buffeted but ultimately fanned by a warm breeze.
His left hand slid up and over my shoulder, curling around my neck until he was squeezing firmly, just enough to stress his control over the situation. Over me.
“You’ve never been fucked?” he asked.
I shook my head as well as I was able with his hand on my throat. “You’ll be gentle, right?”
Matt smirked and leaned to his left, putting his weight on that elbow as he slid his right hand up my thigh until he slipped his fingers between my body and the mattress and I felt his hand enter my panties and across my newly-smooth mound. The tingle that had tantalised me while I was walking around the mall was instantly back and I whimpered at the unexpected sensation.
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