His tongue curled upward, slowly making its way around her clit in tiny circles. She could feel it swelling as blood flowed to it, and she bit her lip. She couldn’t make any noise. She wouldn’t.
His tongue began to dart up and down, flicking faster against her clit. With each flick, he sent a jolt of electrifying pleasure through her cunt. She fought to remain stoic, lying motionless, barely breathing.
His lips closed over her clit, taking it between them and sucking it. His tongue pressed firmly against it, rubbing up and down with firm, even pressure. She tried to fight it, but her hips finally began to flex involuntarily, humping lightly against his tongue as he licked her.
Pressure mounted underneath her clit. She bit her lip harder and held her breath, determined not to give away her enjoyment of his act. But as she felt the intense pleasure of orgasm begin to pulsate inside her cunt, a gasp escaped her lips, and her breath escaped in shuddering spurts. Her thighs began to quiver wildly, and she grabbed her breasts, squeezing them tightly as she moaned loudly, orgasm washing over her body and causing her to forget anything and everything else.
“Now it’s my turn,” he told her, unzipping his pants. “Sit up.”
Weakly, Andrea complied. She pushed her body into a sitting position and waited for instructions. He took his hard cock in his hand and pushed it in her face.
“Open up,” he barked.
Her lips parted, and before she could object, he stuffed his erection inside her mouth. She tried to mutter an argument, but her protestations were muffled by the fatness of his huge cock.
“Mmph!” she mumbled, trying to pull away.
He grabbed her head and pushed it back onto his cock, thrusting it deeper inside her mouth.
“Uhn, uhn, uhn!” he told her. “Naughty girl, trying to get away. You try that again, and I might have to punish you!”
“Mmrg!” she tried to yell at him.
“Shut up and suck,” he snarled.
She closed her eyes and tried to remember why she was dealing with this. She couldn’t get kicked out. She had no job and nowhere to go.
He thrust his cock again and again, each time slipping a little further down her throat. Her eyes started to water, and she felt herself start to gag. With his hands on the back of her head, he pushed, impaling her on his long, hard cock. He could hardly breathe, and she felt as though the fat cock was choking her.
A car door slammed in the driveway. Quickly, he withdrew his cock. Andrea gasped loudly, trying to draw breath as drool dribbled down her chin. Her mother must have come home from work early.
“We’ll finish this another time,” he said, hastily stuffing his cock inside his pants and zipping them.
A moment later, he was gone. Her mother was home, and she was terrified he would reveal her secret. Had she done enough to keep him quiet? He located her Jack Daniels and took a hefty swig, enjoying the burning washing down her throat. She gathered her clothes and put them on, waiting for her mother to barge in screaming. After several minutes, she went to take a shower. When her mother still hadn’t made an appearance, she assumed she was safe, and she went to bed.
Chapter Two The next night, she was on her way out the door when her stepfather accosted her. He grabbed her by the elbow and harshly jerked her back inside the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled.
“Out,” she said flatly.
“Oh, no you’re not,” he said. “You’re grounded.”
“Grounded!” she hissed. “I’m eighteen!”
“Oh, you’d rather I just tell your mother about last night?”
She pursed her lips firmly together, and then sighed. Her purse dropped to the floor.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Strip,” he demanded.
“What, here?” she asked.
“Here,” he confirmed.
She gulped, flushing pink. She lifted her tank top over her head and dropped it to the floor. Her hands reached awkwardly behind her, and she unclasped her bra, allowing it to join her shirt.
“Wait,” he said, as she reached for the waistband of her skirt. “Leave it on for now.”
He stared at his topless daughter for a moment, savoring her bare breasts, He stepped forward and fondled them, and she gritted her teeth in disgust.
“Bend over and grab the arm of the couch,” he instructed her.
“What?” she gasped.
“You heard me,” he snarled. “Assume the position.”
“But...” she tried to argue.
“Come on, Andrea,” he snapped. “It’s not like you haven’t done this before.”
“I’m eighteen now!” she argued.
“Do it!” he shouted.
She grasped the arm of the couch, bending forward at the waist. Her breasts were hanging down, and he smirked as he watched them swing freely. His hand reached out and fondled one again, and she bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut.
He stood behind her and lifted her skirt. He gripped her panties and pulled upward, lodging them firmly inside her crack. He could see the plump lips of her labia peeking out around the edges. His hand swept casually over her ripe buttocks.
“You know, I always used to hate it when I had to do this to you,” he told her. “This time, I think I’ll rather enjoy it.”
She heard the jingle of his belt as it unfastened it, and the long zip as he removed it from his belt loops. It jingled again as he looped it in half. And she clenched her jaw as she heard it zip through the air, smacking firmly against her ass. She cried out.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Andrea!” he growled. “Haven’t you?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Yes, what?” he asked.
“Yes, sir?” she questioned.
The belt sizzled through the air and struck her upper thighs, and she shrieked. Her knees buckled slightly, and her butt dipped downward.
“Are you going to be my good little girl?” he asked.
“Yes, sir!” she gasped.
The belt whizzed and slapped her skin, and she yelped, her knees buckling again, sending her butt dipping lower. She sucked air sharply in through her teeth.
“You ready to do anything I say?” he asked.
“Y-yes, sir!” she agreed.
SMACK! The belt sliced against her skin once more, and she shrieked again, her knees giving out, sending her tumbling to the floor.
“Up!” he shouted, and she quickly scrambled to her feet and assumed the position.
SMACK!
“Ow!” she screamed loudly, one hand instinctively reaching back to protect her stinking ass.
“Move your hand!” he yelled.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“P-please!” she begged. “Enough!”
SMACK!
“I’ll say when you’ve had enough!” he snapped.
SMACK!
“P-please!” she croaked, choking back a torrent of sobs as her teeth chattered wildly. “I’ll do what you say! P-please!”
SMACK!
“Ow!” she shrieked.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her toward his bedroom. He positioned a chair near the full length mirror and instructed her to grab the arms. Now, he could see her entire body from the side. He raised the belt above his head and brought it down hard against her ass. She shrieked, and her breasts jiggled as she dissolved into choking sobs. His cock grew stiffer inside his pants.
He threw the belt down and released his cock from the cage inside his pants. He yanked down her panties and used his foot to spread her legs further apart, stretching her panties until they nearly snapped. He spread her lips apart and positioned his head at the opening of her cunt. He was surprised to find her dripping wet.
“You’re wet,” he commented.
“Y-yes,” she admitted.
“You like the spanking?” he asked.
Her cheeks burned hot with embarrassment? How could she tell him that she’d always been turned
on when he spanked her? How she’d always dreamed that one day he’d do this to her – make her his, take her this way? She could barely admit it to herself!
“Answer me!” he shouted.
“Yes! Okay, yes! I liked it!” she yelled back.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he snarled, grabbing a handful of her hair and tugging firmly.
“Ow!” she shrieked.
“Tell me!” he demanded.
“Fine! I want you to fuck me!” she shouted.
“You want me to take your virginity?” he growled.
“Yes,” she muttered.
“What?” he yelled.
“Yes!” she shouted back. “Yes, I want you to take my virginity!”
He thrust his hips forward, and the head of his cock penetrated her inner labia. Another thrust, and he could feel it pushing against her hymen, stretching it. Andrea winced and bit her lip. One more thrust, and they both felt it. POP! Her hymen ripped apart in one quick motion, sending a jolt of searing pain through her.
“Ahhhh,” she hissed.
Now, he began to push deeper inside her. With each thrust of his hips, he penetrated deeper. His cock was huge. It filled her up and bumped against her cervix, pushing her inside further back. She grunted with each thrust, and blood began to trickle down her leg.
He pulled his cock out and grasped it tightly, positioning it at the opening of her ass. It puckered tightly as soon as she understood what he was about to do. She tried to wiggle away from him, but he wrapped his arms around her and held on as he impaled her tight ass with his rigid cock. She gasped aloud, and he could see the shock on her face in the mirror. Her eyes bulged, and her mouth formed a perfect “O”.
He thrust hard against her. With each thrust, her breasts bounced and jiggled. He watched them in the mirror as he began to pound her ass relentlessly. One arm held her in place, and the other reached down and began to finger her clit.
Her ass wrapped around him snugly, like a glove. Her virgin cunt had been tight, but her ass was gripping him like a vice. He could hardly contain himself as he pumped her ass, and he rubbed her clit furiously.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered.
He could see her breasts starting to jiggle crazily, and he could feel her ass beginning to pulsate around his shaft. Her thighs quivered, and he wiggled his fingers rapidly, rubbing her clit in fast circles as she climaxed. Pressure began to build in his balls, and his cock began to throb angrily. Finally, he groaned loudly as his load emptied inside her. It pulsed and spit, spewing again and again, sending jolts of pleasure through him as she moaned and clenched his hand between her thighs, rubbing herself against it as she came.
Finally, he slipped his cock from her ass and watched the thick, white fluid dribble out and slide lazily down her inner thigh.
“Holy shit,” he muttered, sitting back on the bed.
Weakly, she leaned forward and grasped her panties, pulling them up over her butt and wincing as they slid across the tender flesh.
“Are you going to tell Mom?” she asked, turning to face him.
“Not a chance,” he said, shaking his head.
She straddled him and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.
“Good,” she said. “Then we can keep doing this.”
“Really?” he asked. “You really want to?”
“I always have,” she admitted, kissing his nose.
A wicked smile spread over his lips. He wrapped his arms around her and threw her onto the bed, mounting her, his lips pressing hard against hers. She giggled and hugged him close.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asked.
“I was waiting for the right time,” she said. “I guess this was the right time.”
“I guess so,” he agreed. “Ready to go again?”
“Absolutely!” she admitted, and she closed her eyes and felt his tongue slip between her lips.
About the Author: Jade K. Scott
Jade K. Scott is an erotica author who writes raunchy, hardcore, totally taboo stories about a wide variety of topics, including pseudo-incest between stepfamily members, spanking, bondage, gangbangs and more.
This ain't your daddy's erotica, folks! Jade likes it raunchy, and she's not afraid to show it!
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I CAN'T SAY NO, DADDY by Raquel Rogue
My head popped up, looking around as I huffed and puffed. I was on top, and my friend Andy was below. We were on the couch, and I was riding him hard. He felt so wonderful deep inside me, and I didn't want to stop. I wasn't sure I could stop, but I just heard my step-dad's truck pull up outside.
"Andy...Oh. Oh," I said, loving how his hands felt on my breasts. He was unskilled, but rough as he twisted and pulled on my nipple. His mouth sucked hard on the other nipple. I wasn't even sure how we got to that place, since before today he never gave any indication he was interested in me in that way. "It's him...He's home...We have to...You have to....Ooooooh."
Andy wasn't stopping. Was he even paying attention to what I was saying? I wasn't any better, still riding him hard. He just felt so perfect sliding in and out of me as I bounced on his erection.
"What the fuck!" Craig said.
I whipped my head around. There he was. My Mom's bastard husband.
"Oh shit!" I cried. Andy figured it out, too. His idea of appropriate behavior? Push me off, and toss me on the floor. "Andy!"
Craig was a lot bigger and meaner than Andy. He rushed towards us, and Andy reached for his jeans. There wasn't enough time, so he jumped over the couch. Craig went around the couch, going after him. I was sure he'd beat Andy up.
Grabbing Andy's jeans, I threw them at him. "Run!"
"I don't think so," Craig said.
Andy might be a little faster than Craig, but there was no way he'd get the front door open and get out before that big bastard caught him. Unless I did something.
"Daddy!"
Craig paused. He'd always wanted me to call him "Daddy" but I had refused until then. That was all Andy needed to get out the door and away. My step-daddy glared at the door, before slamming it shut. He turned on me, gray eyes raking my nearly nude body.
I suddenly realized my state of undress. My tank top and skirt were on the floor, so all I wore was big silver hoop earrings and a pair of stilettos. They were my one and only pair of what Craig called my "hooker shoes."
"Holy shit, Shelbie, when did you start shaving it all off down there?" he demanded. "You know only really nasty sluts shave their pussies."
"I know. You told me," I said. Hell, it never occurred to me to completely shave myself bald down there until he told me that's what nasty sluts do. Suddenly, that's what I wanted to do, though now I actually waxed it. "What's your point, Craig?"
"Call me daddy," he said.
"Make me."
He actually trembled a second, as his hungry eyes devoured by naked boobs and waxed pussy. I smirked at him, knowing I was making him crazy. And there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it, except rat on me to my mother. Then she'd yell at me some more, but again, there wasn't really anything she could do about it either. I was a grown up now, and mistress of my own body.
"You seriously need to be punished," he said. "A sound spanking ought to do it."
I looked him up and down with contempt. "I'd like to see you try. I'm an adult now. I don't have to put up with your shit. I don't have to obey you either."
He moved closer. I fought the urge to cross my arms over my boobs. I would not cower before him, like I always had before. I
was a woman, and he was going to hear my roar.
"Oh, does that mean you have a job now?"
"What?" I didn't like where this was going already.
He stopped before me, reaching out to lift my chin with a single finger. His eyes caught mine, and I struggled to escape them, but couldn't. Ripples of something kinda scary, kinda sexy went through me. I felt my body changing, juices flowing and nipples tightening up.
"Do you have an apartment to move into tonight?"
My lips began to tremble. I hated when he won, and he always won.
"Y-You know I don't," I whispered, dropping my eyes. Being submissive usually consoled him, and he'd leave me alone. "I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl."
He grabbed my upper arm, painfully tight. My breath caught. My belly clenched, and I felt my juices really start to flow. His eyes dropped to my chest, taking in my hard, erect nipples. I hated how they so quickly broadcast my arousal by standing up so tall.
Craig sat on the couch, pulling me across his knees. I gasped, my skin goose-fleshing. I knew all too well what was about to happen. He'd just never spanked me while I was naked. I'd never felt so weak, helpless, and vulnerable.
Thwack!
"Aaggh! I'll be good!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Aaaiiee! Please, Daddy! It hurts!"
The "daddy" got him, as I knew it would. Though, I hadn't expected him to react that way. I felt his cock stiffen deep in his jeans, pressing against my side. Craig's hand lingered on my burning butt, caressing the soft skin to smoothness. His hands were big and rough, a real man's hands. A construction worker's hands. He was a subcontractor, and a very successful one according to Mom. That's why she married him. That, and his big cock, she said.
I suddenly couldn't get that big cock comment of hers out of my mind.
Thwack! Thwack!
"Why do I always catch you with boys like that?" he demanded.
"Aaiiee! I'm sorry," I cried, kicking my feel and clawing thin air. "I'll try to be good."
Thwack!
"Maybe, but you never try very hard," he said. "Can't you ever say no?"
"No," I said.
"What? Are you serious?"he said. "You really cannot say no to anything a boy wants?"
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