“I’ve been a bad girl daddy. I’m sorry.”
He gathered me up, lifting me off the bed, so I could lean on his chest until I stopped crying.
“I didn’t hurt that bad, did it?”
I nodded.
“Aww,” he whispered. “That’s too bad, honey. Try not to be such a slut.”
I nodded again. He lowered me onto the bed.
“I’m taking a shower. Then it’s yours.”
He started to get up, but paused. “Daddy loves his little girl.”
He walked out of the room and pulled the door shut behind him.
I lay on the bed. The only thing I could think was, what the fuck just happened? More importantly, why was I jerking off with more fury than the first time I discovered porn? My ass stung like crazy as I rolled onto my back and my body jerked, my legs pulling up as I shot another streak of cum onto my chest. I couldn’t think about anything but my stepfather bending me over the bed and taking me, punishing my sissy ass with that meaty slab of his. I curled up, waiting until I heard him walking out of the shower.
When I left my room I’d toweled the evidence off my belly and chest and I walked out in my robe, sans sissy gear.
“Hello, Son,” he said, amiably. “Off to take a shower?”
I stopped in the hall, facing away from him. “What just happened?”
“I think she liked it.”
“Me too,” I whispered.
“I want to see her again tomorrow. The brunette wig this time.”
I slumped against the wall in the bathroom. How did he know? I was careful beyond words. I made sure everything was hidden, nothing came to the house when my admirers sent gifts. How could he possibly know what I was doing, who I was?
I skipped the shower and took a bath instead, glad for the hot water, but wincing as I came to rest on the bottom of the tub. I breathed hard, my ass sore inside and out, and rolled over in the hot water. When it went cold I got up, let it drain, and took a regular shower.
The next morning my stepfather was at the table, eating his breakfast before work as if nothing was wrong.
“Mornin’, champ.”
Weird.
I didn’t say anything. I poured myself out a bowl of cereal, I ate breakfast. Neither of spoke. He left, I got ready for work, I went to work. I spent the day in a call center listening to old women rant at me about their computers. I drove home. He was there when I arrived, working on something in his office. I stopped outside the door but he gave me only a cursory glance.
I closed the door to my bedroom. I locked it, for all the good it would do. I sat on the bed for a while, then got up and showered. I don’t know why I went in the bathroom, why I stood under the scalding hot water. I didn’t have another show for a week, just some stills to shoot, but I went through my routine anyway, carefully shaving my legs, all around my privates, under my arms. When I was cleaned off I went back into my room. I didn’t so much walk as sashay, kind of saunter over. My stepfather was still in his office, humming to himself.
I went in my room. I pulled out my selection of wigs and draped a dark brown one over my head, almost black, and made sure it was in place. I did my makeup in front of my mirror, paying attention to bringing out my cheekbones, and giving my lips a nice gloss. Eye shadow, fake lashes, the whole nine yards. I put on my false nails, then went to work putting on my stockings and garter belt. Instead of a miniskirt I opted for a pleated one that coupled with my white shirt to pull off a schoolgirl kind of look. I topped it off with a pair of mary janes, sat on the edge of the bed, and waited.
He unlocked the door again. My heart was pounding in my chest. Every time I breathed I felt the hollow space in my insides where that massive rod of his would fill me up, drive up deep into my asshole. As he swung the door open I tensed, biting my lip. He pushed it shut behind him.
“Stand up.”
I got up on my feet and stood, my heels together, my hands at my side. I twisted a little, making myself more feminine, more shapely. He ran his hand up my stomach, feeling the lines of my abs under my schoolgirl shirt. He touched my cheek in his hand. I winced when his arm went back. He slapped me, hard. The sting on my cheek made me cry out and I fell back onto the bed. He stood over me, his cock bulging in his pants, and stripped off his shirt.
“You little slut,” he growled, “Look at the way you dress.”
He grabbed my ankle and put his hand on my calf. He traced it up slowly, cupping the soft muscle, his fingers slipping under my knee, then up my thigh. He gave me a little squeeze and a shiver shot up my spine. I felt my dick hardening, straining against my polka dot panties. He pulled me to the edge of the bed.
“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”
“I…” I started. My throat felt like sandpaper, and I didn’t know if it was excitement or fear. “I’ve been a bad girl, Daddy.”
“That’s right,” he said.
He seized my hips and rolled me onto my back. “Do you know what Daddy has to do to his slutty little girl?”
“Spank me?”
“That’s right.”
He shoved my skirt up over my waist and his hand came down on my ass, hard. It sounded like a gunshot and it made me cry out, my back arching. He pinned me down and whipped me savagely with his open hand, each blow stinging like a hornet. He slapped one side then the other, then whipped his hand across, making me squeal and try to crawl into the bed as if I could escape. I kicked a little and tried to pull away but he seized me by the scruff of the neck and held me down until I was crying, little sobs escaping my lips. My mascara trailed down my cheeks.
“I spanked you last night, and here you are, dressed like a little tramp.”
“W-what are you going to do?”
“Sometimes, when little girls like you are very bad, Daddys have to use a special spanking,” he growled.
He stepped back and shoved his pants down. I crawled up onto the bed, away from him. He took my shoulder and pushed me down, then mounted the bed next to me, folding his arms behind my head.
“Suck it.”
Haltingly, I moved. He stopped me with his hand on my cheek and brushed the tears away from my eye with his thumb, staining it with my makeup.
“You know why Daddy has to punish you, don’t you?”
“I’m a bad girl,” I said, pouting.
“That’s right. Now suck.”
I opened my mouth and sucked him in, hollowing my cheeks with the force of it, gulping as if I had a chance at drawing the whole thing in. Lying sideways on the bed, he rested his hand on my back and his fingers slipped under my blouse, squeezing my shoulder. I closed my eyes to savor the musky taste. I released the fat head from my mouth so I could run my lips over the shaft, then take his balls in my mouth. I had to open wide and blow out my cheeks to get them both in, but I managed. He let out a low, gurgling moan as I sucked on them, drawing them out of my mouth with a pop. They lifted up, and he pushed me away.
“Look at what you did,” he pointed at his hard member, “I have to punish you.”
“Get some lube. I know you have it, you little tramp.”
I was breathing hard. I shook as I made my way over to the nightstand and got the little bottle out. I walked to the bed and he yanked at my skirt.
“Get that off.”
I stepped out of the skirt. My bulge was pulling at my panties. I licked my lips and handed him the lube, my hands shaking.
He patted the bed. “Lie down like a good girl and accept your punishment.”
I lowered myself onto the bed, cocking my hip towards him. He hooked his arm around my stomach and yanked me over, pushing all of the air out of my lungs. His hand was on my ribs and be pushed me down into the bed, facing away from him. My heart sped up until it buzzed like a hummingbird. I trembled, hugging myself. I didn’t dare look as I heard the bottle squeeze and the wet slapping sound of him lubing himself up. I pulled my legs up and thrust my ass out, clenching my teeth in anticipation.
My stepfather rolled onto his side, put his hand on my stomach, and pulled me towards him. He overawed me, covering me with his arm. I felt his thick fingers ghost over my ass, gliding over the smooth, freshly shaved, pale skin. He drew the thong aside, exposing me, and tugging at my cock all at once. I felt his head, blazing hot, nestle between my cheeks, pressing against my tight hole, and drew up.
“Relax now,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot on your neck. “This won’t hurt a bit.”
That was a lie. He wasn’t a dildo, he wasn’t my fingers, I wasn’t in control. He mashed the head into my asshole until it opened for him and I took a good inch of his shaft after it, and it was all I could do not to scream. I bit down hard on my teeth, and my eyes watered. He shushed me and stroked my head, and it was oddly calming. Oh God, it hurt, but it was so good. I felt like I’d been waiting for this my whole life, like the world had been paused as I waited for him to take me. I relaxed a little, pushing out the way I needed to do, and he took his time filling me up, driving into me inch by inch. He crushed me in his huge bear arms and pulled my back against his chest, using his weight as he rolled half on top of me to press it the rest of the way in.
I was split open, filled, widened beyond my belief, even Thor wasn’t like this. Hot and hard and throbbing inside me, his cock was a blazing iron bar, a rod of punishment and I wanted to think of new sins so I could earn more torture. As I relaxed and felt myself settle against him, the tension in my body eased and the massive invasion between my cheeks became my whole world. My eyes unfocused and my head relaxed into the pillow.
“Are you ready?”
“Punish me, Daddy.”
He pulled back. His cock sliding through me was exquisite, like having an itch and having it scratched all at once. It made my legs shiver. He met my asshole with a lunging thrust that drove him inside me, impaling me with his length and filling me with his girth. I cried out, tears rolling down my cheeks. I clawed at my bedsheets and arched my back, and he took it as encouragement and gave me more. Over and over he rammed inside me, pounding me until I felt like I would turn inside out.
My cock was straining against the thin fabric of my panties. It slapped against me and swung around from the fury of his fucking. I grabbed it and he yanked my hand away.
“Bad girl,” he growled. “No touching.”
To prove his point he seized my hands in his, crushing them to my chest, folding my arms over each other, and rolled with me. I thought he’d bottomed out before, but when he pushed me onto my belly and rolled his weight atop mine, he pushed to new depths, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure-pain that only inflamed him. My cock and balls jutted out from between my spread legs, pressed to the bed under me as he straddled me, positioning himself on his knees. He drove in hard, grinding against me and moving his cock inside me without withdrawing, moving it in a circle as he shifted his body, striking sweet, special places I never knew I had.
With his weight resting on me I sank into the bed. His whole body was pressed into mine, sweating, except for his hips, lifting as he thrusted, inviting cool rushes of air over my ass as he lifted up. I groaned with each breath and cried out as it left me. I wanted to put my arms under my chin, to stretch out, but he held me tight and crushed me, tugging me deeper onto his cock. My legs shook and kicked, and one of my loafers went flying and thumped on the carpet. His thrusts slowd, their urgency became less.
He luxuriated in me, grinding deep, relaxing, grinding deep again.
“You have such a tight ass,” he whispered in my ear. “Daddy loves his little girl.”
“I love you too, Daddy,” I groaned, shaking.
“You’re such a slut. What do sluts do?”
“They take cum,” I whispered.
“Where?”
“In their asses. Cum in my ass, Daddy.”
He quickened, lunging, and rose up on his arms, using his whole body to give me deep, punishing invasions that seared me and made my back arch. My whole body trembled as I lifted off the bed, bending backwards. He put his arm under my neck and held me in a near sleeper hold, using my shoulders to hold on as he pushed for my depths, reaching into my most secret places. His huge shaft was arched, the head broad, with a thick part under it that crushed against the most sensitive spots, making my cock throb with each pass. My balls were hard, hot points of light in darkness. I closed my eyes, my vision too blurred to see. I came, feeling it spurt out between my legs as they lifted up, my thighs trying to curl as my whole body went tense, quivering.
Daddy came inside me, hard, over and over, pummeling me with that thick head until he was drained, and relaxed. He rolled out of me all at once, I yelped at the sharp pain of his sudden withdrawl, rolling onto my side. I was ashamed and exhilarated all at once. I curled up, whimpering, the slick leavings of my pleasure sticky on my thigh. He pulled me out of the wet spot I’d made on the bed and onto his lap, lifting my legs up with his arm under my knees, like a newlywed.
“Good girl,” he whispered, “You’re such a good girl,” and he stroked my stomach, pushing his hand up under my blouse.
I was even more shocked when he kissed me, his lips closing over mine. His hard, sharp stubble scratched my chin, and his tongue invaded my mouth, where his rod had been only minutes before. His kiss was sharp, insistent, almost as punishing as his fucking, and I dared to let myself accept it.
I was a girl.
“I am I tight, Daddy? Did it feel good?”
“Yes,” he patted my hip, “Very good. I’m glad you’re such a bad girl.”
“I’m a slut,” I said, pouting. “I let lots of strange men watch me play naked and put things in me.”
“Oh, I see,” he murmured. “We’ll just have to show them that you belong to Daddy. The next time you’re going to do your little show, they’re going to have to watch Daddy’s cock pump your tight hole. Won’t that be nice?”
I nodded vigorously and smiled.
He lowered me onto the bed and got up. He went silent as he pulled his pants up, left the room, and pulled the door shut. I lay on my side, gasping for air. Shuddering. I’d never felt more satisfied in my life, more at peace, every muscle in my body relaxed, my ass throbbing from the fury of his invasion. The itch was gone, the hollow had been filled, I was alright for a little while. I slowly got up, wincing, and waited for him to finish showering, then stripped off my wig and my blouse. I limped into the bathroom and soaked in the tub for a while before I took a shower.
When I got out, I toweled off, put on my robe, and headed back to my room. He was standing by the door, towering over me as usual. With his arms folded over his chest he was a great muscular slab.
“Be a redhead, tomorrow. I’ll pick out some things you’re going to wear.”
He pulled something out of his pocket. It was a studded leather collar.
“Put this and the wig on when you get home. It’s always on in our house unless we have guests, understood?”
I nodded, glancing at the floor.
He took a firm hold of my ass and gave it a sharp squeeze.
“This,” he said sharply, “Is mine.”
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Total Machine Fuck
By GiaVanna
Pounding Her Pussy
"Who the hell are you?"
Ciara had had a long day. Some fool of a junior clerk had lost a heap of accounts. An inflated ego in an Audi had cut her up at the lights. A man in the coffee shop had tried to proposition her. And now, standing in her own kitchen, unloading her own dishwasher, was a sexy young woman with olive skin and eyes like fucking Bambi.
"Good evening ma'am. Mr Needham has employed me. I'm Mobeen."
Ciara stared. Mobeen demurely lowered her gaze and awaited orders
. Ciara took a deep breath and hollered for her husband.
"Frank!"
Frank scuttled in, looking so damn pleased with himself. Any other man, Ciara knew, would be feeling smug at having employed a gorgeous nubile home-help. But Frank was an upright, godly sort of man. This woman would have been employed on the strength of her application and references.
"Hi honey," Frank smiled, pecking his wife's cheek and blushing that Mobeen was present as he did so. "I know it's a surprise…"
"Why is there another woman unloading my dishwasher?" Ciara said with low menace.
Frank blinked. He hadn't realised that this was only one step away from finding Mobeen in the marital bed. "You've been saying for so long that there's too much to do in the house, honey. Last week you were very upset about it. So I thought…"
"Last week, Frank, I was not upset. I was furious. Because you don't lift a damn finger about the house! I wanted you to put some effort in, not employ a maid!"
Frank's watery blue eyes narrowed and he lifted his eyebrows in pain and confusion. Ciara stifled a scream of frustration. Shouting at her husband was like stamping on a kitten. "I'm going to the gym!"
"Honey-"
Ciara slammed the door.
* * * *
Honestly. The man was impossible. Ciara dragged her long blonde hair back into a viscously tight bun. The gym was always busy at evening time, but with her iPod plugged in she could block out the buzz. She stepped out from the changing rooms, and paused, allowing herself the thrill of being seen.
She knew she was hot. Yeah, she'd been married these twenty years. Yeah, her kids were away at college now. But the blonde was natural and so was her slim, toned body. So she milked it for all she was worth as she sashayed across to the cross-trainers.
She'd improved with age, definitely. But Frank? Fuck. The man had mellowed out into a bland, sandy-haired, middle-aged nothing. For him, the peak of compliments was to be called "nice."
Fuck "nice".
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