by Candy Quinn
How could they know. Heck, I don't even know what to expect. If he leads me there just to give me another lecture on how to behave and to tell me that there won't be anything going on between us from now on, I'd sure be disappointed. But I will try my best not to let that happen. My center throbs with excitement at the thought of him punishing me. Takings me on his desk, not able to restrain himself any further, just as he had in the motel room a few months ago.
I actually feel nervous for the first time in a while when we are standing in front of his office door and he starts searching for his keys in his pants' pocket.
"Get in there," he hisses when he finally opens the door.
The tone of his voice suggests that I might be in for something good.
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"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He snaps at me as soon as we are alone in his office and the door is closed behind him. Locked, actually. He has locked the door.
I put on my most innocent smile and look up at him. "What do you mean, daddy?"
He just stands there, glaring down at me. The way he looks at me makes me shiver.
"Don't move," he orders. I nod and remain where I am standing while he walks over to his windows and closes the blinds.
My heart starts beating so fast and so loud, I am sure he must hear it. The entire hallway must hear it. Outside I can hear the noises of people walking by, chatting, laughing. The closer they pass the door, the more likely it will be for some to hear us, too.
"You keep quiet. Don't make a single sound, don't say a single word - unless I tell you to," my stepdad commands as if he has read my mind.
The smile on my face has disappeared and is replaced by an innocent smirk that soon turns into an attentive gaze as he continues to observe me intently. We are shielded from the eyes of others, but not necessarily their ears. Mike looks at me for a moment longer, making sure that he has my full attention, then he wanders behind his desk and falls down in his armchair.
"You little slut," he hisses at me. "Stalking and torturing me at my work place. Who the hell do you think you are?"
I smirk at him, but remain silent.
"Did you really think I would let you get away with this forever?" He asks. "Answer me."
"No, daddy," I whistle. "I think you might need to punish me."
"Punish you, huh?" He says. "Well, that's still up to me, you brat. Get over here."
I do as he bids and move closer, coming to a halt next to him.
"Take off your skirt. Just your skirt."
"Yes, daddy."
I open the zipper of my skirt and let it fall down to the floor, stepping out of it as gracefully as possible, while he watches me. I am standing next to him, my center naked, feeling oddly exposed as I am still wearing my ballerina shoes and my blouse, but nothing else. It's exhilarating.
He moves his chair back a little, making room between him and the desk in front of him.
"Come here, on your knees in front of me." He orders.
I do as I am told and lower myself in front of his lap, noticing the bulge in his lap as I do. I lean forward, about to open his belt, but he stops me. He grabs my wrist with one hand and smacks my face with the other, making me yelp in surprise.
"No!" He warns. "You cock craving slut won't do anything unless I tell you to. Keep your hands still and arch your back. Show me that pretty little ass of yours."
I sigh as I remove my hands, causing him to grab my face, pinching my cheeks with his thumb and index finger respectively. I moan in discomfort as he tilts my head back, forcing me to look up to him.
"And no complaints," he hisses. "You brought this upon yourself, young lady. This is a punishment and you don't get to decide how I will go about it. Understand?"
"Yes, daddy," I whisper and he lets go of my face.
"Face down, ass up," he orders and before I get to process what he said, he pushes my face down in his lap and slaps my left ass cheek. I flinch and yelp in surprise. I can feel his hard cock pushing up against my mouth, protected by way too many layers of fabric.
"Ass up!" He repeats and I comply immediately, hollowing my back as good as I can so he can get a better look at my behind. I tense up when I feel his hand wandering down my spine, softly grazing my skin with his electric touch. I shiver as he gets closer to my ass, my breathing changes, speeding up and moving to sporadic intervals.
He leans over, pushing my head closer into his lap with one hand while the other starts kneading my burning ass cheek before he continues to wander further, moving towards my center. He reaches down to my slick folds and hums in approval.
"You little whore," he whispers. "So wet for your daddy's cock."
I moan as he starts massaging my wet clit. I had not realized until now how aroused I was. My center is throbbing with lust, hungry for his cock.
"You want to get fucked, don't you?" He asks.
"Yes, daddy, please," I plead, my voice smothered by his pants.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me, daddy."
He chuckles and pinches my clit between two of his fingers. I flinch, trying to raise my head, but he keeps me in place, pinching me down in his lap with his left hand.
"Well," he whispers. "We'll see about that."
He removes his hand from my throbbing center and moves it upwards, back to my ass. Using my own juices as lubricant, he gently starts massaging my anus.
My entire body tenses up when he slowly inserts one of his fingers.
"Daddy, what-"
"Quiet," he interrupts me, prodding my ass with his finger. I gasp and moan, my face hidden in his lap, while he uses my silky liquid for his advantage, invading my ass deeper and deeper.
"Has anyone ever done this to you?" He asks.
I shake my head in his lap. "No, daddy."
"So, you have never had your ass fucked before?"
He cannot see it, but my eyes widen in shock. Is he seriously going to...?
"No?" He presses, pulling me up by my hair, so I am forced to look at him, with my back arched and his finger still inside me.
"Answer me!"
"No, daddy," I breathe. "No one has ever done... that."
Anxiety is building up inside me. If his finger already felt like this, what would it be like if he used his cock? I cannot possibly imagine it going up in there.
He smiles down at me and leans forward, sliding back to my wet clit with one finger while the other still remains inside my ass. I blush as I hear my wetness when he starts massaging me. I don't think I have ever been this wet in my life before...
"Good girl," he breathes. "Very good girl."
His eyes are fixating mine, intently staring at me as he removes his finger from my wet clit. I groan as he pushes it in with the other one, stretching my ass wider than before. It hurt, but it was a delicious kind of pain. I can handle it, I know I can.
"You like this don't you," he whispers. "Your cunt is dripping, getting ready for your daddy's cock."
I breathe heavily, returning his gaze with helpless gasping.
"But you know what," he continues. "That's not what's going to happen today. You don't deserve my cock in your wet little pussy."
And with that, he parts the two fingers inside me, stretching me even further. I wince and flinch, trying to escape. But he holds me tight. I am completely at his mercy, his strong hands keeping me in place. There is no use in struggling.
He pushes my face back down, burying it in his lap. I am pressed against his hard erection, pressing against my cheeks, only the fabric of his pants between us. I wince and moan, my entire body squirming under his touch as he tests me, stretching my ass with his fingers, sliding them in an out, parting and closing in intervals. I open my mouth and start drooling on his pants as I yearn for his cock.
Just when I am about to ask, beg for him to let me suck on his length, he pulls me up by my hair again. A thin line of drool connects my lips to his pants as he forces me away. He starts opening his belt and I accompan
y the gesture by licking my lips in anticipation.
But he has different plans.
"Stand up," he orders. I look up at him, waiting for a moment for him to remove his fingers from my ass. But he does not show the slightest inclination to do so.
My legs are shaking when I get up on my feet while he opens his pants, finally freeing his gorgeous erection that I am so eager to have between my lips. But he won't let me.
He is rock hard, obviously enjoying the hints of freight on my face as he looks up at me, rubbing his cock while he continues to finger me with the other hand.
"No, you're not going to suck on it so it goes in smoother," he says. "I want you to feel it. I want to push it in with force, little girl."
He pulls me closer, my head landing on his shoulders as he forces me to straddle him, guiding my body with his fingers in my ass. I tremble, a toxic mix of freight and lust running through my veins. Slowly but determined, he forces me to sit down, withdrawing his fingers little by little until the tip of his hard cock is pushing against my backdoor entry.
I start shifting, trying to make him chose the other way. My dripping folds are too eager, hungry for his cock. But he is not reciprocating my wish.
"I can feel your wet cunt, baby," he whispers. "So hungry for what your ass is about to swallow."
And with those words he puts his left hand down on my hip, keeping me in place while he withdraws the fingers of his right hand from my ass and immediately replaces them with the very tip of his rock hard erection.
It hurts, it hurts so fucking much. I yelp in pain as he slowly forces his massive cock inside me, stretching my ass to its limits.
"I will take what is owed to me," he breathes, pushing in further. "You brought this upon yourself, Brittany. You asked for it."
I whine and squirm, my body tensing up as he continues to force his way inside. His massive girth is stretching me beyond limits. It is a kind of pain I have never felt before. And gradually, inch by inch, the pain is joined by arousal. I have never been this turned on in my life.
I straighten up and lean back a little, so I can look at him. Surprise, pain and lust are painting an unusual expression on my face. And all I get from him is a stern look while he continues to push me down until his entire length stretches my virgin ass. He fills me all the way down to the base, smiling triumphantly as I greet him with a cry of pain. I whimper and tears are running down my face while his impressive girth painfully stretches my ass.
He pauses for a moment before he starts unbuttoning my blouse, practically tearing it off my body. The bra follows just as quickly. I am sitting on his lap, his giant cock stretching my untouched ass, while he stares at me, satisfied.
"Look at that," he comments. "What a masterpiece."
I breathe heavily. Sweat is running down my temples and my back, showing the effort it takes me to handle the pain his cock is causing.
"Ride it," he orders, placing his hands on either side of my hips. "Ride that cock you little whore."
"Yes, daddy," I whisper, obediently starting to move up and down, riding his entire length, letting it slide out and back in, in brute, merciless movements. Tears and sweat are running down my face. All I hear is my panting and our flesh banging against each other as I take him in.
Eventually, he removes his right hand from my hip and starts massaging my throbbing clit. His touch on my swollen nub feels like an explosion of sensation. I yelp and moan with lust, increasing the speed of my motions.
It still hurts. His giant cock is a challenge for my inexperienced body. I will be sore, so sore. But I don't care. I need him inside. I cherish the pain his gorgeous girth causes inside of me. I need to cum with his cock stretching my ass. Just like this.
"Good girl," he praises as I ride his cock like a bitch in heat. "You are taking your punishment like a champ. Now cum. Cum with my cock stretching your tight little ass."
It is all I need to hear. Just two or three more shoves and I can feel my orgasm rolling over me.
"Oh, daddy, I'm gonna c-" I shriek, crying out loud instead of finishing my sentence as I reach my climax, my muscles clenching around him in uncontrollably.
Just moments later, I can feel him find his release as well. His cock throbs as he fills my ass with his cum, while the last waves of my orgasm pervade my fiery body.
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8
Bratty Troublemaker
By Cecilia Lawrence
It was a pretentious office. Ostentatious in its appearance, but when you spent long periods of time actually using the red velvet chairs, it was hard to ignore the cheap nature of the wood and the poor craftsmanship. A windy prelude to the storm brought the shutters banging against the great window behind Principal Feak's desk. I sat in my favorite chair off to the side of the room while Feak pretended to look busy waiting for my parents to arrive. I watched his hand twitch over the brandy he'd so cleverly labelled 'burnt eniw', an effort no doubt to stop unattended student guzzling it, before what nerve he had brought his hand down on the crystalline decanter of whatever 100% pure spring water he imported these days. With a frustrated sigh he banged the desk and finally turned his attention to me.
"I suppose we should begin without them again." The elderly man hunched over my file and pushed his glasses so far up his crooked nose his magnified eyes looked like saucers. He cleared his throat,
"It would appear this time you've changed the settings on Ms. Rodenblut's phone to verbally remind her about her appointment to 'Get hammered wiv da gelz, then get hammered by-'" Mr. Feak entered a coughing fit as he read his own name.
"-meryes... and you set this alarm to go off every five minutes. And here Mr. Perry states you took his intricate classroom Gold clock and had it inscribed with 'Check out my big ass clock! What a shame about my tiny-'" Mr. Feak coughed once again, though I was proud to note a chocked snort of laughter tickling at him on this occasion.
"Yes quite amusing Ms. Winnow, but you see, Hartnell is not a school for japes and frivolity. How many times do we need to keep having this conversation? There's a limit to how much your stepfather can contribute to the school before we simply cannot allow you to stay, is that honestly what you want?" his voice curled the words up at the edges in sincere concern. I remained silent and impassive. Principal Feak threw my file down on his ornate desk with another defeated sigh.
"My dear, I'm afraid your position at Hartnell's is now under review. You are suspended until such time as I arrive at a decision. We will be calling your parents. You may go now."
It was a lot quieter at home. Three different walls separating me from the growing storm outside, but it was the lack of anyone else at home that added a hollow timbre to the echoing silence. I finished the lobster dinner I'd ordered, well as much as I felt like finishing and threw the rest out. I was about to head back to my room when I heard the front door close. I felt the fear and anticipation bubble up inside me, my slouch stiffening into the rigid posture my stepfather drilled into me. It had to be him, his solid footsteps echoing along the mahogany floor, each step driving my excitement and fear higher and deeper respectively. Closer, closer then he was right behind me.
"My little Gem." His voice, the soft, unrelenting resonance that bulldozed over scrambling thoughts and feelings sent the final a shock of fear and anticipation rippling down my back. I lived for this feeling. His hand fell on my shoulder, thick, meaty, stron
g. The grip put me in no doubt that his mood was worse than usual.
"We will have... words." His grip tightened and my mouth opened in silent objection. Before he turned and walked away. I felt the familiar thrill of my stepfather's authority burn through my now sensitive flesh. Then I left for my room.
That was it? No yelling, no rage, no nothing? My disappointment gathered up like aw eight in my stomach. I couldn't understand it, I wasn't stupid. I spent so much of my time pushing my stepfather in the hopes that he'd push back harder. My psych teacher would probably suggest it's my need as a teen to push and create new boundaries, or perhaps I'm acting out for the attention I don't get. All I knew was that this wasn't what I wanted. That's when I heard them, mom must be home, they were shouting.
"Well I'm fucken sorry Frank, I'm sho shorry I'm BARREN!" I could hear mom roaring her words in her drunken slur. This was a new development though. Mom was barren?
"Do you WANT our daughter to hear?" Frank's voice had reached that edge, the iron of rage tempered through cool, rational thought. The argument choked out, though probably more to do with my mother's usual drunken incapacity rather than any serious concern over her. I stepped out of my room into the hall. I felt a little exposed wearing my black panties and grey camisole but at the same time thrilled. There was Frank, tie half undone and hand over his stern set jaw. He was so tall, so strong, so handsome. I felt a vile thrill churn inside me, bubbling up my throat and I felt the words tear from me.
"What's the matter daddy? Not spending enough money to get mommy to keep sleeping with you? Can't get it up anymore? Can't-" My stepfather launched across the room, his face no longer the usual study in impassive contempt. His hand grabbed at me and I was pulled into his room. I felt the excitement run through me at his rough touch. This was it, the world had slipped off its bearings and I had entered the dangerous unknown.
