by Angel Honey
“Then you have my fucking baby,” I spat. Harder. Harder. Her pussy was spasming. Harder. Tight on my cock like a fucking velvet glove. Then she cried out and started cumming, her pussy even tighter, squeezing me, forcing a response.
I dug my hands in and shoved myself as deep as I could go. Anna screamed and my cum rocketed out of the slit in my swollen cock head, bathing her insides with hot, creamy ropes. My cock twitched again and again, emptying the largest load of my life into my princess.
“Fuck, Anna, baby,” I said, pulling her body back against mine and letting my hands lazily explore her skin. She smiled at me and cuddled up as I pulled her back into my lap on the bench. “That was the fucking best.”
“What if I get pregnant?” she asked.
“Then I guess your mom and I are going to adopt a baby,” I told her. I didn’t want her to leave college or put a damper on her future, but I had to admit that the idea of raising a child that came from the passion I had for Anna made me happy. My wife had been making noises about adopting a baby anyway. “But you probably aren’t.”
“Then we’ll just have to try again another time,” she said shyly, running her fingers up my chest and then grabbing my head and pulling me in for a long, sweet kiss.
End
STOLEN is about a sexy college girl and her stepfather. Desperate for a little fun, she swipes a long strand of pearls from a jewelry store. When Daddy finds out, he decides to teach her a lesson his own way. Be warned: kinky happenings lie ahead. Expect name calling, some spanking, cherry popping, cheating, unorthodox uses of pearls and a filthy creampie.
All characters in this story are over 18 and not blood related. Any resemblance to you, people you know, and anyone else (alive or dead) is definitely a coincidence.
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I slipped the strand of pearls off the velvet display and into my bag, looking around to make sure no one saw me. My stepfather was still arguing with the shop owner over the price of a pair of boring diamond studs he was going to purchase for Mom.
The week before, he’d come in late, smelling of booze and perfume. Guess he has some making up to do, though I didn’t listen in when they were arguing about it. If he cheats on Mom, then it’s only what she deserves.
Skimming my gaze down his muscled, broad back, I felt a pulse between my thighs. Damn, he was sexy. If Mom hadn’t gotten to him first, I might have made a play to make Daddy mine.
As it was, I had trouble containing myself when I heard them fuck late at night while I twisted in my sheets, damning myself for choosing to live at home to save money on the dorm. It wasn’t like Daddy didn’t have money to spare, but I decided I wanted to do it all on my own. Regretted that choice now, of course.
I slumped back against the wall, tracing my fingers down the cool glass that separated us from the outside. Even though the weather was cooler now, the pavement would still be warm from a day of sun beating down on it. Part of me wanted to step out of my high heels and walk out onto the pavement, get away from the store while the hot pearls were weighing heavy in my bag.
Another part of me was enjoying the rush.
I was always looking for the next buzz. That’s why late at night, I’d listen to Dad fuck Mom hard, calling her a whore and a cum slut, and I’d run my fingers up and down my sweet, dripping slit, playing with my swollen clit while their bodies banged together. Knowing I couldn’t let them hear me, I bit down hard on my lip when I came, pinching one of my firm pink nipples while I fingered my sopping cunt.
Something about his low, rough voice just made me so fucking aroused. I’d squirm in the increasingly-small skirts I wore around him, my damp panties sticking to my skin, and listen to him talk to business associates or friends on the phone while I fantasized about his fingers on me. His hands smoothing their way up the silky skin of my back or tangling in my long, blonde hair. But it wasn’t going to happen.
I was off limits.
Another man came out of the back of the store while the owner was boxing up the earrings. I stood by the window, looking out into the steamy southern evening. People were walking down the street together, bathed in the glow of the old-fashioned streetlights that had been put in the year before. He shot a fulminating glance at me, then walked over to the man checking Dad out. Whispering in his ear, he gestured to the display I’d just ripped off the necklace from.
Fuck.
“Miss, do you mind emptying your bag?” the newcomer asked, gesturing to my small pink purse. I raised my eyebrows and looked at Daddy, whose own brow furrowed.
“Why do you want her to do that?”
“Dad, I…” I trailed off, unable to explain. The manger shook his head sadly while the other man glared at me.
“Do you want to tell him, or should I?”
“Daddy…”
“What’s going on?”
Silently, I opened my bag and pulled out the strand of pearls I’d taken off the velvet display. They were so shiny and lovely, heavy and smooth over my skin as I pulled out handfuls and dumped them on the counter. They’d been spiraled around the fake neck on the display, so I hadn’t realized just how long it was when I slipped them down and into my purse.
Once they were out of my purse, we all stood in silence, looking at their quiet beauty.
“You took those?” Dad sounded incredulous, embarrassed and angry all at once. I looked at him and started to explain, but he held up a hand. “I don’t want to hear it. Apologize.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, looking at the shop owner and employee. “I’m really sorry.”
“Of course we won’t press charges, Mr. Johnson,” said Arnold. “You’ve been a long time customer here and nothing was damaged. We’ll forget this ever happened.” Dad dropped so much money in the store that the man was probably scared he was going to lose business over this. His employee, the one who’d caught me, shot a venomous look in my direction.
“I appreciate that.”
“You’ve been so good to us. I’m sure it was just a mistake.” It obviously wasn’t a mistake, but I held my tongue. I was already ashamed of myself.
Dad was, too.
“I’m so sorry Arnold,” Dad said, shaking his head. “Please, let me buy the pearls for my wife. They’re beautiful.”
“It’s a 120-inch strand of near round freshwater pearls with high luster,” the man said, his eyes drifting closed for a moment as he looked at the pearls on the counter, spilling across the glass. They were so beautiful. “It’s knotted with silk and has a 24-karat gold clasp. It doesn’t come cheap.”
“Quality worksmanship never does,” Dad said. He pulled his credit card back out and handed it to the man. “Again, I’m very sorry about Clara. She’ll be dealt with.” His dark tone promised retribution and my blood ran cold.
After the transaction was completed, during which the man who’d spotted me slipping the pearls into my purse kept his eyes glued to me, Dad rushed me out of the store, still apologizing to the men behind us.
We got out onto the street and Dad wrapped a firm hand around my upper arm and hauled me down to the car. Opening the door, he pushed me in, buckled my seatbelt and said, “Don’t move a muscle.” Soon enough he was sinking into his own seat and starting the engine. I could feel the temper pumping off him like hot steam rolling through the front seat while we drove down the roads toward home.
“Dad…”
“Shut up,” he snapped. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was? I would have bought you the fucking pearls. What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know…”
“You don’t know? You don’t know. I just spent thousands on pearls that your mother is never going to wear. How do you intend to pay me back?”
I barely had any money and he knew it. All my time was consumed by school. “I’ll get a job over Christmas and then in the summer. Please just don’t tell mom.” Mom took any opportu
nity to make my life a living hell, and had since I became prettier than her.
“I won’t tell her, but you’re going to make it worth my while,” he said, and his gaze drifted over to me, sliding up my curvy legs to the hem of my short skirt. “Your mom is out of town for the next few days. When I get home from the office tomorrow, I expect you to be showered, clean and in a slutty dress in my office.”
“Slutty dress?” As wrong as it was, my pussy flooded with moisture.
“Kneel by the door of my office and wait for me to get home, Clara. You won’t like what happens if you disobey me.”
“Daddy…”
“Do you really want to discuss this?” His heavy hand came down on my leg and started stroking the delicate skin above my knee. I felt a blush heat my body, spilling down from my cheeks to where his hand traced up and teased the hem of my skirt.
“No, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He took his hand off my leg and steered the car home. Once we got there, he disappeared into his bedroom and I went to my own, already wondering what would happen the next day.
I ran my fingers over the row of dresses in my closet, trying to decide which ones would meet Daddy’s terms for slutty. If I disappointed him, I had a feeling the payment would be steeper than it already was.
Part of me was excited. There was nothing I wanted more in the world than Daddy, and his hot looks and wandering hands convinced me that the payback he expected was exactly what I’d wanted. With that in mind, I grabbed a black lace bodysuit and pulled it up my body, making sure that my tits were displayed to their best advantage. Then I grabbed a bright red dress and pulled it on over the bodysuit, looking in the mirror.
The dress was tight over my curves and displayed the enticing hollows of my body. I pivoted this way and that to get a better look, then decided that the dress definitely qualified as slutty. I stepped into red heels with red bottoms Dad bought me as a starting college present, combed my fingers through my hair and then slicked some gloss on my lips.
I looked good.
I still had fifteen minutes before Daddy would come through the door, but it was time to get into position in case he showed up early. Pushing open the heavy oak door to his office, I entered and knelt on the floor. Even with the plush carpet, my knees started to ache after about ten minutes, but I kept my gaze on the floor and my hands behind my back even when the door opened and Dad walked in.
He walked past me and put his briefcase on top of his filing cabinet, then placed his phone on the charger. Turning back, he walked over and stood above me. The scent of his cologne filled my nose and I took a deep breath, but still didn’t look at him.
“Good slut,” he said. I felt his hands lift my hair and then the cool weight of the pearls around my neck. He wrapped them around the slender column several times, then clipped the removable clasp in place to secure them. A length of the strand was left stretching from my neck to his hand, like a leash.
He tugged on it and I fell forward, my palms flat on the floor. “Crawl, whore,” he said. I crawled behind him, aware that my lace-covered pussy would be on display if he glanced back in the mirror on his wall. I wondered if he could see the moisture already soaking the fabric.
When he reached the chaise by the window, he sat down and yanked on the pearls one more time, dragging me closer to him.
“Undo my pants with your teeth.”
“With my teeth?”
“Don’t use your hands,” he insisted. I sat up on my knees and brought my mouth to where his button down shirt met his pants, disappearing under the waistband. With my teeth and tongue, I slowly slipped the button from the hole and dragged back the cloth. Next I dragged down the zipper, even though I lost my grip several times and had to reposition my mouth.
He seemed pleased with my progress, reaching out and petting my face with his hand. “Tell me why you stole the pearls.”
“I don’t know.”
Quick as lightning, he smacked my face. It wasn’t hard, but it stung and I cried out.
“Tell me why you stole the pearls, slut.”
“I…I wanted to feel that thing.”
“What thing?”
“A rush. Excitement. That feeling when you slide something in your purse and get away clean.”
“You’ve done it before?”
“Not often.”
“My little girl is a naughty, deceitful little bitch, isn’t she?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I looked down, letting my apple-scented hair fall into my eyes.
“Do you think I should spank your cute ass?”
“What?”
“Do you think spanking your cute ass is enough punishment for what you did?”
I was shocked. I’d expected so much more than a spanking, especially after he had me undo his belt. Sorrow washed through me and I sighed, realizing I wasn’t going to get the cock I’d always craved. “If you think it is.”
“I don’t,” he said. He stood up and pushed down his pants. “I think you need to use your mouth to show me how sorry you are. Not with words though.” His thick erection was immediately evident behind his boxer briefs. “Pull them down.”
I used my mouth and a bolt of pleasure shot through me when he grinned with approval.
“Now suck, slut.”
I licked the head of his cock and tasted the salt of his precum, which leaked from the slit. It was good, not what I was expecting. Returning to the pulsating head, I licked again, harder, coating the broad head in my saliva.
“I said suck.”
“I’m going to, Daddy,” promised, leaning forward and taking the thick head between my lips. I like the earthy taste of him as I sucked him deeper, gagging when he hit the back of my throat.
“Don’t stop,” he insisted. My lips were stretched as wide as they could go as he began to move in and out of my mouth. My spit covered him, thick and slick while he pumped and his hands came to rest on my head, guiding my head over his cock.
“Mmmph,” I said when he hit the back of my throat—and kept going!
“You can take it,” he said. “You can.” He fed his thick erection through my mouth while I gagged and my eyes watered. My face was a sloppy mess by the time he popped his cock out and slapped it against my face. He was so hard that the veins stood out, pulsing against his skin.
“Open your mouth,” he said, pumping his fist over his thick erection. I opened it just in time for his cum to shoot out and spray across my tongue. The next shot decorated the pearls around my neck and the skin below them, dotting my breasts. By the time he was done, my tongue, tits and neck were coated with his cum.
“Swallow.” I closed my mouth and swallowed his cum. He was breathing hard, coming down from his orgasm while he looked at me. I smiled at him and rubbed my cheek against his hairy leg, enjoying the feel of his skin on mine.
“I love you, Clara,” he said, stroking my thick hair and reaching for a tissue to clean off my skin, “You need to learn that what you did isn’t okay. If you want a thrill, come to me. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“What about Mom?”
“Your mother is a conniving bitch who I wish I’d never married. I wish I’d met you now, as an adult, and never looked back.”
“But it’s too late for that.” Sorrow ripped through me. Moments on my knees in front of him made me feel more than I did after hours of necking with boys in the back of trucks down by the river when I was younger. More than the sloppy kiss of any beer-guzzling keghead at a frat party.
“Maybe,” he said, shaking his head. “But at least we have tonight.” He threw the tissue away and pulled me to my feet, unwinding the pearls from around my neck. “Let’s see what you have on under this slutty little dress.” The red fabric was peeled away from my skin, leaving me covered in only black lace. “Damn,” he whispered.
“Thanks.” I blushed and looked up at him through my lashes. The harsh planes of his face were shadowed and I wanted to lean up and kiss him. As if he read my min
d, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to mine. He devoured me, nipping my bottom lip until it stung and then licking away the sting. When I moaned, he wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me closer. Already, I could feel his cock twitching again, reacting to my nearness.
“Wait,” he said.
“What is it? I don’t want to wait!” Even though I could hear the whine in my voice, I couldn’t help complaining. I’d been waiting since the day I came home from my first college class and realized my Daddy was sexier than any of those boys.
“You still have to pay for trying to steal,” he said. One hand slid down my back, lighting little fires of excitement along my spine, then squeezed my ass—hard. “Are you ready to get over my knee?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Excitement stirred in my stomach and my knees got a little week. So many nights I’d masturbated to images of his hand spanking my ass, coming down hard and leaving handprints on my pale skin.
“Then get down.” He sank back into his chair and patted his knee. I lowered myself down and winced when he took hold of the lace bodysuit just at the base of my spine and yanked it up, pulling the stiff fabric into the crack of my ass.
“Daddy?”
“I don’t want to take this sexy thing off your hot, slutty little body yet, but I’m going to spank your bare skin,” he explained, stroking his rough hand over my quivering ass. “And you’re going to tell me how sorry you are.”
“I’m--.” Before I could finish my sentence, he raised his hand and slammed it down on my ass. I yelped at the bright pain and the long sting that followed, but didn’t have time to get an apology out before he struck again. I twisted against his legs, biting my lip to keep the cries in and finally letting them out anyway.
“Tell me how sorry you are for stealing,” Daddy said, punctuating the sentence with a slap.
