by Angel Honey
“I’m sorry.”
“Tell me how sorry you are for embarrassing me.”
“I’m sorry!” I really was. Dad was a proud man and I wasn’t happy that he’d been shamed because of me.
“Tell me how sorry you are that you didn’t just ask me. Damn it, Clara, I’d give you anything you want, you little slut.”
“I’m sorry! I’ll ask next time.”
He spanked me again and again. Each spank made me wetter, but also closer to crying. I didn’t know why I was going to cry—I wasn’t sad and it didn’t hurt badly enough to force tears from me, but I knew it was coming. When I felt the first tears roll down my cheeks, it was like relief. Like release.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” I said, quietly for the first time. When the words slipped from my mouth, he pulled me up and gathered me against his chest, cuddling me close. His lips pressed against my forehead and I closed my eyes.
“It’s okay, baby.” I raised my face to his and kissed his lips again, glorying in the feel of him against me. All my fantasies hadn’t even come close to touching on the reality of what it was like to be in his arms. For the first time, I was his slut. Not his unworthy wife. Me. The one who wouldn’t ever betray him.
He rose, still holding me against his chest, and we walked out of the office and into his bedroom. Daddy settled me on the soft mattress and then climbed onto the bed, moving my legs apart with his hands.
Looking at my wet, swollen flesh, his lips quirked. “You’re wet, my little slut. I need to lick you clean.”
Shivering with anticipation, I parted my legs further and he knelt down to give me a hot kiss right in the center of my wet pink pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I said, throwing my head back while his tongue traveled up the length of my slit. “Daddy, it feels so good.”
But he pulled back and smacked my spread pussy. “Don’t curse, slut.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” My apology must have appeased him, because
Finally, finally I had the man I wanted between my thighs. My strong, powerful Daddy was licking me with his velvet tongue and it was all I could do not to erupt in orgasm. But I wanted to make it last—I had to. If I never had this again, I wanted to look back on this as not a moment, but hours of pleasure with him.
It was so wrong for his thick tongue to circle my clit and then delve into my virgin hole, but I didn’t care. I spread wantonly on the bed, offering Daddy access to every part of my body. His fingers spread my pussy lips while his tongue worked over my skin, tasting each inch with appreciative groans.
“You’re so sexy, you little cum slut,” he said, taking another dragging lick up my slit. One of his fingers speared my pussy, pushing in just the littlest bit. “And you’re fucking tight. It’s going to be hard to work my cock into you.”
“Daddy, I have to tell you something.”
“What?”
“I’ve never been with anyone like this before.”
“What? How is that possible?” He pulled back, genuinely incredulous. “You’re sexy and you suck cock like a pro.”
“I’ve thought about sucking you off for months,” I explained, blushing. “I haven’t wanted anyone else.”
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, dipping back down to stroke my clit with his finger while he looked more closely at my small opening. “I’m going to make this good for you.” He grabbed the pearls he’d carried up off the mattress next to me and wrapped them around his fingers. While his thick tongue pushed against my hole, he used the pearls covering his fingers to slide over my clit.
The cool pearls contrasted with my heated skin and I exploded, my hips thrusting up into his hand and mouth while I twisted on the bed. The dizzying undulations of erotic release had me threading my fingers through Daddy’s hair, holding tight while he kept licking me.
“I’m going to fuck your hot, wet pussy now,” Daddy said, grabbing a leg in each hand and spreading them apart. He gave me one last lick up my torso, the trail of saliva cooling as he moved toward my breasts and bit down on one of my nipples until I writhed under him.
“I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be,” he said. “It’s natural and even if it hurts at first, I guarantee I’m going to make you come screaming, little slut. I want to feel your cunt gripping tight around my cock when I flood your womb with my seed.”
“Wait, what?”
“That’s right, whore. I’m going to cum deep in your tight little cunt and if I knock you up, then you’re going to swell with my child.”
“Daddy…”
“Your mother wouldn’t give it to me.” Those magic words penetrated the haze of shock in my brain. Mom wouldn’t give it? Then I would.
“Okay, Daddy. I want you to cum inside me.” His eyes lit with a passionate fire and he took my face in his hands, kissing me breathless.
“Are you ready?” My legs were drawn back and Dad was just above me, looking down at me with his hot, dark eyes. I reached up and brushed back a lock of his oak-colored hair, enjoying the silk of it on my fingers. Though I’d known what would happen between us the second Daddy said “slutty dress,” I hadn’t expected it to be like this.
Not something more than just physical.
His cock nudged at the entrance to my pussy, and a devilish grin took the place of the solemnity on his face. “Ready?”
“More than.”
He plunged forward, ripping my hymen apart as he plunged into my tight and resisting flesh. Even though he’d soaked me with his tongue and hands on my body, it wasn’t enough. I screamed as he groaned and shook over me. He was just too big.
“Stop,” I said, putting my hand up to his chest. “Please.”
“God, Clara,” he groaned, pushing forward again, “I can’t.” I winced as his cock pounded me once, twice more before he withdrew and flopped over on the bed.
“I’m too tight,” I told him. “I’m sorry.”
“No, my little slut, we can get you ready. It’s just going to take some work.” His hands reached for the pearls again “Keep your legs spread.” I drew them back at his command.
Then he was pushing the pearls inside me. They’d cooled on the bed and I gasped at the contact, my pussy contracting around the strand of pearls that were slowly filling me up. Daddy pushed more in, using his finger to shove them deeper. The little pearls rubbed against each other and against my walls as he pushed more and more in.
“Daddy?”
“You’re going to take these pearls that you stole deep in your used pussy, Clara,” Dad said, circling his finger around my clit before reaching back down and forcefully jamming more pearls into my tight hole. He was quickly filling me up and I loved it, loved feeling my tight pink pussy stretch around the luminous pearls.
The pain I’d felt with Daddy in me started to evaporate, only leaving pleasure. When Daddy couldn’t fit any more pearls inside me, he used the rest of the strand to split my slit, threading the strand up and around my clit, then back down. He used two fingers to squeeze either side of the strand together so that my clit swelled and I moaned, starting to play with my tight pink nipples as he leaned down to lick.
Daddy’s tongue was laving my clit, and I loved it. I abandoned any propriety I’d had in the past, throwing back my head and begging for more.
“Keep licking me, Daddy. Oh, fuck, I want your tongue on me.” I let my head loll back into my hair and took a deep breath of the green apple scent, then licked my lips and yelped when he smacked my pearl-filled pussy.
“I said no cursing.”
“Sorry,” I moaned, then sighed when he used his lips to suck on my clit until I came again, moving my hips against his face. The orgasms he gave me were nothing like the ones I gave myself. These were explosions that made my entire body clench and release, clench and release. It was like falling into a starry sky and knowing you’d never touch down again, but it was okay because every moment was more breathlessly amazing than the one before it.
I was addicted to him.
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sp; “You taste so fucking delicious, baby girl. I love licking your perfect pink pussy.” His words over my skin intensified the orgasm and my eyes rolled in my head as he slowly pulled the pearls out of my spasming pussy.
When my body was finally still, he turned me on my stomach and fucked his cock deep inside my pussy. It still ached, but that was less than the pleasure that it gave me when he bottomed out against my cervix.
“Fuck yes, slut,” he groaned in my ear, one hand slipping under me to fondle my breast, “your tight pussy is squeezing my cock tighter than anyone I’ve ever fucked.” Each word was punctuated with another thrust of his cock inside me.
I closed my eyes while he was inside me, fucking me hard. My fingers dug into the quilt while he reamed me and I took it, moans and grunts slipping from my lips every time he bottomed out.
“You’re moving into the dorms,” Daddy grunted. “A single. I need to see my little cum slut again and it can’t be here.”
“Yes, Daddy, please. I want to be with you again.” I wanted more of him than just his cock, but it was a good start. As he stretched my pussy, I looked back and tried to smile at him, but instead my lips bowed on a moan of pleasure. His pupils dilated at the look of pure ecstasy on my face and his hands left my tits and went to my hips, where they dug in so hard I knew there’d be bruises by morning.
“I want you to cum again,” he said, leaning down so the hot bursts of breath teased my ear. “You need to cum while my cock is deep in you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “I’m so close.”
“Tell me what you need,” he said. “Tell me, my little slut.”
“I need you to touch me.”
“Touch you where?”
“My clit, Daddy. Please touch my clit.”
His hand dropped to my wet pussy and started playing with my clit. Bright colors exploded in front of my eyes and I humped back on him, fucking myself with his cock. I was so close, so close, so close…
And then I exploded.
“Oh god, Daddy,” I screamed as my pussy convulsed around him. “Keep fucking me.”
“I’m going to cum in your tight pussy slut,” he groaned, and I knew that he was close.
“I want it, Daddy. I want your hot cum in me. Please!”
The tempo of his thrusts increased and he wasn’t holding back. Each slam of his cock in me hit my cervix and I cried out as I felt the hot spill of his cum deep inside me. My pussy renewed its twitching around him and he slumped on top of me, still moving in and out.
When he withdrew, I felt his cum and my own fluids leaking from my used slit, slicking my thighs.
“Are you okay, Clara?” Daddy rolled over and turned me, pulling me against him and stroking my back.
“Better than,” I told him. His scent filled my nose and I let my body relax. “Did you mean what you said about the dorm?”
“Yes,” he said, leaning down to drop a kiss on my head. “I wanted you to move out when you started college, to be honest.”
“Why?” I asked, hurt tearing through me.
“It’s nothing like that. I’m planning to leave your mother and I didn’t want to do it with you in the house.”
“You’re leaving her? Then why did you buy her the earrings?”
“They were really for you,” he said. “To congratulate you on your midterms.”
“Daddy!” I squealed, crawling on top of him and kissing his face with little pecks. “That’s so sweet.”
“That’s why I brought you along,” he said. “To make sure you liked them.”
“That’s so thoughtful!”
“Well, I didn’t realize you preferred pearls.” I blushed and he captured my lips in another kiss. “I’ll bring another strand or two by your dorm when I help you move in next week.”
End
Ella hears her friends talk about all the hot guys at college, but she’s only ever met duds. When a surprise encounter with one of her adopted brothers gets seriously dirty, she realizes she’s been looking in all the wrong places for a spark. She thought coming home for Christmas might lead to more subtle pleasures—but the three men want so much more. Ella’s going to be sandwiched between her adopted brothers and stepfather—and she’s going to love every minute of it. Expect oral, anal and pussy fucking. Expect name calling, cheating and creampies.
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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“That’s it,” my adopted brother said said, his hand coming down heavy on my red hair. “Suck it in deep.”
Moving down the shaft, I complied. While I sucked on his long pole, I worked my hands on his nuts. They were soft and firm, and when I came off his cock with a solid pop, I bent down to kiss his balls softly before going back to tongue the crown of his shaft again.
“Deeper, gorgeous,” he said, pushing against the back of my head to further impale himself on my mouth. I felt my lips stretched to their limit as he fed his rod between them and moaned when he bottomed out in my throat. Pushing on my shoulders, he straightened my body and then continued to feed his shaft into my throat.
I gagged and he flexed his hips. “Fuck, yes. Oh, god, Ella.” Tears streamed from my eyes as his cock ravaged my throat. I wanted it—but it was sure hard to take it. He wouldn’t let me back off, just kept feeding it deeper and deeper.
“I want to cum down your pretty throat,” he said. “Now.” My eyes watered even more as his load shot down my throat, thick and creamy. I knew this was wrong. Knew it…but I couldn’t stop myself.
Then I heard clapping at the door of the bedroom.
Dad and Chris were home.
He Didn’t Know I Was There
It wasn’t always like this with the guys. After Daddy married my mom, we were just best friends and partners-in-crime, along with his adopted sons. He and mom were totally in love and everything was hunky-dory. Life was pretty freaking awesome.
Then Mom cheated on him right after I finished high school. Staying out later and later. Coming home boozy and bitchy. I’d tuck her into bed and try to ignore the hopeless look in my stepfather’s eyes. I think I would have broken apart then if it wasn’t for Chris and David. They were already done with college and had helped me study for all my big exams. They gave me advice on choosing a dorm, finding friends and joining clubs. But they were off in the city and not close enough to home to take on the responsibility that I had to shoulder.
I loved my brothers. Always had. They were so tall and strong and handsome. David was home at the same time as me for the first time in years, but I thought he’d left when I went to Emily’s. Maybe if I’d known he was there, I would have said something. Things would have been different. But I didn’t…or at least, that’s what I tell myself.
The first time it happened, I came home from a friend’s house early. We’d taken some pictures of us together and printed them out so that we’d have something for our respective dorm rooms. We were getting ready to go back to school after Thanksgiving break, and had been pouring over exam schedules. Emily talked about all the very sexy boys she’d met at college and I tried to chime in with stories of my own, but I just wasn’t feeling it.
Later that night, I felt it.
Slipping through the front door, I crept up the stairs. I wasn’t expected home yet and I was sure that one or both of my parents would love to fill my time with some useless chore, if Mom was sober enough to realize the dishes needed to be done. If I got into my room, I could relax and pack up my winter clothes for the trip back to campus. I was considering staying with friends over winter break.
“Fuck you, then,” I heard Dad yell at Mom as they stormed out of their bedroom down the hall. “You’ll let your fucking scumbag boyfriend cum in you, but you don’t want me to get you pregnant?�
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“Your baby would be too big!” Mom yelled, stomping down the stairs. “Some days I can barely fit your cock inside me.”
“Then why the fuck did I marry you?” Dad was pissed. I could just imagine his coal eyes snapping as they zeroed in on my mom. What a bitch. I cringed at the disloyal thought…but she really was being a bitch. She’d told him they’d have a child and then made excuse after excuse for ten years.
“Because you wanted a pussy to fuck.” That wasn’t true. He’d loved her once. Daddy was the kind of man who courted with soft kisses and surprise trips. I’d heard him late at night in the room with her when I pressed my ear against the wall, though, and knew he said deliciously filthy things behind closed doors.
“Maybe I’ll find another one,” he said, but I knew he wouldn’t. Dad hadn’t ever cheated on Mom—and I’d kept an eye on him.
“Good.” She slammed the door and then she was gone. A second later, I heard the door open and close again, and knew he’d followed her. He’d hold her and kiss her and convince her to come home. I tried not to pout at the thought.
Sometimes I wished she’d just leave.
When I’d heard their voices, I’d been sorting clothes in my walk-in closet and sunk into the pile at the bottom, reclining on the soft cloth. I heard my brother knock on my door softly, but didn’t want to get up to answer it.
“Are you in there Ella?” The door creaked open, but I still didn’t move. I didn’t want him to console me about the fight. It was mom’s fault, not his and not our dad’s—and it had happened so many times already.
“At least she’s not home,” he muttered. I heard him drop down onto my bed. Almost everything personal was already boxed up downstairs, except for my clothes. “So tired of Ella hearing them fight all the fucking time.” Sighing he leaned back on the bare pillow and his hand fell on the picture of Emily and me that I’d brought home from my best friend’s house.
I could see him through the crack in the door, and as I watched he bent the photo in half and held it closer to his face, studying me. I didn’t say anything, not wanting him to know I’d heard the fight or that I’d hidden myself in the closet.
