Romance Box Sets

by Candy Girl

  Bonnie got up and kissed Lizzy on the lips.

  "Damn you taste good girlfriend!" Bonnie smiled.

  Lizzy's eyes opened, and Bonnie could see, Lizzy was not done yet, not by a damned sight. Bonnie leaned down and embraced Lizzy once more, leaning into her ear.

  "No, honey, this is for you," Bonnie whispered, "Don't worry about me; I'll be getting worse than that later when I tell Mark!" An evil smile formed on Bonnie's lips, still glistening from Lizzy's nectar.

  Chapter 6

  "So do you want me to leave you so that you can get some rest?" Peter began.

  "No, Peter, we should talk!" Lizzy said as she sat on the sofa. Again, the sudden crash if being brought back from fantasy land.

  "Okay, what do you need to talk about?" he asked as he took a drink of his coffee, turned his back and set his cup down on the end table.

  With his back turned Lizzy dropped her pants and panties and began fingering herself. When Peter turned to look at her, he was in complete shock.

  "What the fuck are you doing?" he yelled, "I thought you wanted to talk!"

  "I do Peter, but I already know you're mad, and I want to do something to make you happy," Lizzy said as she put a few fingers into her pussy, and snorted, "I know I should have called you, and I want to make it up to you!"

  "I am mad, something could have happened, and I wouldn't know about anything for at least a day!"

  With that, Lizzy stood up, and dropped her pants and panties off all the way, and grabbed ahold of Peter's arm.

  "Honey, give me a chance of making this up to you!"

  She took him into the bedroom and reached for her handbag.

  "First, things first," Lizzy said, removing a large thick cowhide paddle that she had bought on her way over to Peter's, from her handbag. "I need to be taught a lesson, it's wicked to worry you like this, so, please Peter, you need to spank me hard, so I never do this to you again," Lizzy said, sensing her heart racing, and her pussy just pulsating.

  Peter just sat there, utterly speechless and confused.

  Lizzy handed the cowhide to Peter, and moved him off the bed, where she flopped down face first, her naked ass staring him in the eyes.

  "Please, Peter, I need it, and I want you to do it to me, but you have to do it now, so I never forget to call you when I decide not to come home. You need to make me scream."

  Peter looked down at the cowhide in his hand. It was evident she was sincere in what she was saying, and she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

  Chapter 7

  “I can't accept I'm doing this!” Peter thought to himself, as he moved towards her, tightened his grip onto the handle. Lizzy stared into his eyes, with a gaze of longing, and when he neared her; she buried her face into the pillow. He lifted the cowhide and smacked her gently. Lizzy's head lifted from the pillow, and she looked at him

  "Harder!!!" she snapped, "I have to know what I did was bad!"

  He lifted the cowhide again, and this time focused on his rage, with her not calling.

  "SMACK"

  Lizzy pushed her face back down into the pillow and started to shake her ass, taunting Peter.

  "SMACK"

  Lizzy lay there, taking her punishment from Peter, feeling the pain, which was far more than what she experienced with Bonnie, but also with each smack, she was getting extremely wet. Both her pussy and her ass pulsed with sensations, pleasure and pain. She was starting to cum and weeping, at the same time. After about 20 smacks with the paddle, Lizzy's pussy was on fire! She wanted Peter naked, and fucking her hard with his big dick.

  Lizzy again lifted her head, and tears running down her cheeks, stared at Peter's crotch. She got up, not dropping eyes off what she wanted. Peter stood there with the cowhide in the air, and again, disturbed that not only had this happened, but now she was off the bed, opening his pants, practically shredding his underwear, and taking his dick into her mouth.

  Lizzy was in an absolute frenzy, sucking Peter's cock, which as she was blowing him; she sat on the bed, cooling the stinging/burning sensation on her sweet ass. Feeling Peter harden in her mouth, to his full thick 8 inches, she lie back down, face first, and stuck her butt into the air.

  "Fuck me honey, please fuck me hard!" she hissed and buried her face in the pillows.

  Peter could see the raw excitement that she was in, which only kindled his desire; he too was beginning to love this! He got behind her, and thrust into her, and she screamed. Peter began to fuck her as fast and hard as he could, and she yelled through the pillows, which was music to Peter's ears. Peter wasn't sure how much longer he could last, with the raw passion, and as if she could sense his approaching orgasm she lifted her head.

  "Cum, honey, cum all over my tight ass, put the flame out!" she squeaked, "I'm so close Peter, cum with meeee!"

  Peter's balls tightened, and he pulled out, fucking her butt cheeks, shooting his wad out all over her ass, as she finished with him, ejecting all over the bed. Peter collapsed on her, both gasping, catching their breaths.

  Peter sat up and went to put his pants on when Lizzy stopped him and shoved him back down on the bed.

  "Where do you think you're going, Daddy?" she growled.

  "I got to make sure the building's okay." he said grinning.

  "Not yet," she smiled, "Now I have to apologize!"

  Lizzy took hold of his still hard dick and began deep throating him, fast and hard. Again Peter felt his balls starting to churn, his head leans back as he smiled.

  “It is working better than I thought...good job Mark, old buddy” he said to himself as he pushes his second load cum into Lizzy's mouth.

  He’s In Charge

  Candy Girl

  Chapter One

  Wendy sat on her bed pondering over the events of the last couple of weeks. She was 19 and had just completed college, and was enjoying her last summer at home before going away to University. In the last couple of weeks, she had started secretly dating one of her father's friends and associate. He was 36, not that much younger than her father, but he was handsome and in great shape. Her father knew she was seeing somebody, but she had managed to keep Roger's identity from him, but she understood she would have to tell Dad sooner or later; all the secrets were getting to her. Wendy didn't like keeping things from her father, but she knew he'd go crazy when she did finally get the nerve to tell him.

  Wendy had always been close to her father, as he had raised her by himself, her mom having died seconds after giving birth to her, but the last couple of years had been the hardest, with her father trying to let her go and live her life. She had known Roger for a few years but had only recently started to think of him as more than her Dad's friend. She had been bored of university boys, all they wanted to do was get her high, and get into her panties. She was aware of her attraction and that she drew a lot of attention, but she was not proud, and she wanted somebody who wanted her for more than her looks. She was 5' 4", beautiful dark copper skin, dark jet black hair, and sparkling green eyes, toned and thin with pert 35C cup tits that fitted her frame perfectly.

  A couple of weeks ago she had noticed that Roger had started stopping by more and more, quite often when her father was not there, and what began as awkward moments of stilted dialogue quickly blossomed into a simple friendship. Wendy felt at ease with Roger; he was someone she could talk to, really, have a discussion with. Then one day Roger had asked her if she wanted to go for a beer with him that night. Wendy had said yes, and things had moved pretty quickly. She had slept with him on the second date, and had never encountered anything like it, the college fellows quickly paling in contrast. She had several orgasmic, a first for her, and since then she had been greedy, they fucked every chance they got.

  Wendy smiled to herself as she lay back on her bed, her pussy shivering as she thought about Roger and the amazing things he did to her. She opened her shorts and slid her fingers inside, starting to stroke, herself through her panties.

  Chapter Two

  D
avid was angry sure that everyone at work had been snickering at him behind his back, laughed as his friend fucked his daughter! He had heard some of the other men at work talking about it and confronted Roger. Roger denied it at first then realized there was no point; he was caught and admitted he'd been seeing Wendy for three weeks. David had gone crazy, yelling at him, and rushing out of work. David had meant to go for a ride, calm his nerves, but he couldn't focus, and so decided to go straight home. He wasn't stupid; he had known Wendy had been seeing somebody, but he'd had no idea it was Roger, and that she had been having sex with him!! Not his baby, his little girl!! He pulled over and walked up to the door, surprised to find it was opened; David had expected Wendy to be out with her friends as usual.

  "Damn" he whispered under his breath, not sure what to do next. He walked in, but there was no sign of Wendy. He sighed glad the encounter had been put off for a couple of more minutes, but he would confront her. Finally, he could not allow this to maintain, absolutely not! David had done everything he could to protect Wendy all her life, as she was the only blood relative he had since losing Nancy, and now this had happened! David felt his earlier anger boiling inside him again. He heard a sound upstairs, and so went up ready to tell Wendy she would no longer be seeing Roger.

  Wendy's door was open a little, and he paused, momentarily puzzled by what he was seeing. Wendy was lying on her bed; her shorts discarded on the carpet with her hand in her panties, wriggling, and moaning. Her nipples were hard under the thin material of her tank top, and it was quite clear she had no bra. A light gloss of sweat made her skin sparkle, and the look in her eyes was one of pure pleasure. David flinched, suddenly aware he was watching his little girl, and disgusted to find he had a raging erection. She looked up at his slight shift.

  "Shit...Dad...I..." Wendy sat up quickly, covering herself with her pillow. David turned and walked away without talking.

  Chapter Three

  She found her father David in the kitchen a few minutes later sucking on a rather large glass of whiskey.

  "Father, I'm sorry...I..." she whispered.

  David cut her off, "where did I go wrong? You were such a sweet little girl; I know about you and Roger." He looked at her, and Wendy lowered her head ashamed.

  "How long have you known, father?" She asked softly.

  "Oh about a couple of hours, I didn't want to believe it, but then I step to your door and catch you masturbating." He said masturbating with a frown as if the word has tasted terrible his mouth. "It can't go on sweetheart."

  "I'll never do it again father, I promise!" she looked up at him sincerely.

  "Not the masturbating you silly child, I meant you and David! He is just using you as a low-class whore, it's all on the job, and everybody thinks your some cheap whore including Roger!" he shouted.

  "No! He wouldn't do that Roger loves me, he told me, father" she began to cry.

  "No, he doesn't, Wendy! Roger just wants a piece of young pussy, and you gave him exactly what he needed didn't you?! I didn't bring my daughter up to be a prostitute!" He was getting madder and madder.

  "You're just assuming that! You're just assuming it because you can't let me grow up! You want me all to yourself, I saw you looking at me fingering myself, you fucking dirty pervert." Wendy fell back as her father slapped her across her face, and began to sob harder, but still his temper didn't calm. David hadn't ever hit her before; he had whipped Wendy a few times as a child, but not for years. She cried as she clutched her fingers to her face where a big red mark had risen.

  "Get up, girl." His voice was hoarse and deep, and he was shocked to find that he was getting hard on seeing his daughter crying and vulnerable. His mind kept reflecting back to memories of her squirming on her bed. His dick began to grow, and he found he didn't want it to stop he loved this. David smiled to himself as he dragged Wendy up off of the floor.

  "Father..." she stared up at him her eyes big and afraid, she had never seen her father like this before, "what's going on?"

  "Nothing," he smiled down at her, his dick now bulging against his pants, "I'm just going to teach you a little lesson that's all dear because you have been bad, little bitch, oh yes." She started to whimper as he picked her up and carried her into his bedroom.

  Chapter Four

  David threw Wendy onto the bed; still not caring whether she was upset or crying, his dick now throbbing against the restricting material of his pants.

  "Stop crying!" David spat angrily, "This is your fault! You need to learn the hard way, Wendy! I am your Dad, and you WILL obey me and do as I say!" Wendy began to cry even louder. She had never known her father be so irritated with her.

  "Take off you shorts, now." He ordered her. She sat up her confusion wiping up her tears.

  "W...w...what? My shorts? W...what for?" she tripped over the words, she was scared of her Dad for the first time in years.

  "I said take them off, now young lady!" he moved towards Wendy, and she recoils back almost trying to squeeze herself into the bed cushion.

  "You have been disobedient Wendy, what do I do when you've been bad huh? I haven't done it in about eight years," he thought back trying to remember, "Yes...eight years, that's right, not since I caught you trying to steal my money."

  Wendy's eyes stretched, "You're going to spank me?" She eases a little thinking that this was all some stupid joke, thinking her father was just trying to scare her into realizing how upset he was at the whole ordeal.

  "Yes, funny father; you had me going there, I was pretty frightened." Wendy held her hand out to him; it shivered, "look I'm trembling! So you got me pretty good." Wendy looked at him seriously wanting to believe herself. David just grinned almost maniacally down at her.

  "Wendy I am going to punish you, whether you like it or not. You have to be spanked." His tone was gentle, soft, the voice he used when she was upset, and he wanted to comfort Wendy.

  "No..." Wendy said the word, unaware she had spoken at all. Anger ran through her; she jerked herself back, now she was against the wall. "No!" she yelled, standing to her feet on the big queen-size bed, "I am not a child father! I'm 19; you think I am just going to bend over and let you hit me? I don't believe so!" She was trembling again but now from excitement, not fears. "How dare he?!" she thought, watching him carefully for any sign of action.

  David had been started by her sudden anger; he hadn't expected her to put up a struggle, and Wendy looked so scared, so vulnerable. David watched her watching him and took a step forward. She bounded across the bed, quite clearly aiming for the door. David had anticipated this, however, and stepped deftly to the front, catching her in his hands. She struggled to get away from him, fighting against him. David was already highly excited, and this was only making matters worse. If he didn't get some relief soon, he wasn't sure what would happen. David held onto her tightly, feeling her struggle drift away as she realized she wasn't going anywhere. He could feel her breast moving up and down as she tried to catch her breath, her tits heaving against him.

  David could barely take it; Wendy's body was so tight against his and his dick pressed against her ass. David pulled her away from him, still keeping a tight grip on her hand, not wanting her to feel his firmness. "Not yet anyway." David thought to himself. Still holding onto Wendy, he dragged her towards the bed again and sat down.

  "Father, please, doesn’t do this. If you love me, you won't do this to me! I am not a little girl!" she cried softly.

  "You're my little girl, and I love you more than anything in this world, so that is why I have to punish you."

  David pulled her in front of him and opened her shorts. His dick nearly exploded when he saw the top of the cloth that was her panties. He pulled her shorts down slowly his eyes eating her as she was revealed little by little to him. Her panties were plain enough, but it was their purity that turned him on. They were a very soft red, with a darker white ribbon trim tied into a bow in the rear. There was a tiny cartoon animal below the bow.

 
"Sweet," he said pulling her to the side and leaning her over his lap. All her battle had gone; she lay across him as lifeless as a doll.

  "Just does it," she whispered, "get it over with."

  "Wendy must be able to feel me," he thought, his cock was sticking into the soft flesh of her stomach; he could feel the heat of her body through her top and his pants. "Oh well, too late now," he thought. David looked at her butt as he raised his hand for the first stroke. It was beautiful, full and round, but firm, just like a juicy apple, and the panties only made the vision more erotic. David debated whether to remove them, but concluded he liked them better where they were. His hand swung through the air and made contact with her ass with a loud smacking sound. Wendy gasped, and David's cock jerked, and he felt a spurt of cum shoot out. He groaned involuntarily. David raised his hand again and slammed it down with more vigor than the last, Wendy crying out with the pain. David continued to spank his little girl holding her down with his other arm, his aching dick jerking every time his hand connected with Wendy's sweet butt.

  Wendy tried to block out what was happening, attempting to shut her mind to everything, but every time he whipped her the pain cut through her barrier making her yell out. And she could feel his dick against her stomach; it made her feel disgusted and dirty and even more scared than his hand.

  "What if he needed to do more, further than just spank me?" Wendy wondered. She would take this, then as soon as he had finished she would leave, she would pack and go."

  "Ahhh!" she screamed as her father spanked her even harder than before driving all images out of her mind. At the sound of her voice yelling out, David erupted in an orgasm, his juices soaking his pants and the thin material of Wendy's top.