by Adrian Amos
The pit of my stomach drops at my stepdad's crude words. I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd ever hear him talk to me like this.
I shake my head. “No, i-it's not true.”
“Sure, it ain't. How about this?” His mouth focuses on my clit and his hand begins to spread my lips below. In goes his middle finger, breaking through my barrier. I moan as his finger curls and drags along my walls, stroking the roof with soft caresses.
“That's what I thought.”
He pushes his second finger in, broadening the hole and stretching me wider. I yelp in pain. I've never had something so thick inside me before. Sure, I've had my own fingers, but they're nothing compared to the sausages on my stepdad's hands.
They both curl, stroking my roof as he pulls out and pushes back in. His fingers penetrate me as his mouth furiously licks at my humming clit.
I reach down and grab his hair, mussing it as the pleasure rushes through. “Oh fuck. That feels so good!”
He moves faster, slamming his fingers into me, and his tongue quickly grazes over my clit. When my moaning starts to pick up, my stepdad dives in, taking my clit in his mouth and sucking on it like a pacifier, moving it around his mouth with suction and a glancing tongue.
Each pulse brings me closer, the surge in my stomach building as his fingers pound into it and his mouth draws it out.
Sucking. Pulsing. Throbbing. My clit is pulled out gently in the cocoon of his mouth.
And then he sucks on it one last time, holding it between his lips as he puckers them together, his tongue in his mouth tapping over the engorged nub.
That last motion sucks the orgasm right out of me, causing me to holler and grab onto his head for dear life. My hips buck and rock into him as the energy flows into his mouth. His mouth lets go, allowing his tongue to flick over me violently as he spurs my orgasm on. I spasm with his touch, trying my hardest to push his head away.
Finally, it dies down, and I die with it, collapsing on the bed as he lets my legs go and they hang over the edge lifelessly.
“Now,” he says, “you're going to go take a shower, and then go and apologize to your brother when he gets back from his friend's.”
I don't respond.
“Grace, did you hear me?”
“Yeah,” I mumble, barely hanging onto conscious thought until all the exhaustion's left me.
“So,” he says, “get up.”
I look at him, squinting my eyes. I hate when he tells me what to do. I don't know why that is. I guess I've spent so much time being cold to him that it's an instantaneous reaction now. I just want to defy him, even if he did just give me a world-shattering orgasm.
“No” is all I say. I watch his eyes for once to see his reaction.
It's not good.
“See,” he says, shaking his head, “this is why I tell your mother that we're too easy on you. I guess I'm at fault for that too.”
His hand goes to his belt, unbuckling it.
For a second, I think he's going to use that belt on me, and a fear courses through my veins.
But he continues on, unzipping and pulling down his tight jeans.
“What are you doing?” I ask, as he grabs the waistband of his boxer shorts.
“I go too easy on you. I didn't think I'd have to go this far, but you need to be taught a lesson. You need to be taught who's boss.”
He pulls his boxers down.
His cock springs to attention, fully engorged, bobbing as he flexes it. His cock is fucking huge and thick! He grabs the shaft, creating a wonderful contrast. I know how big his hands are, so when I see them only barely able to circle his shaft, I know that my eyes aren't deceiving me. That is one giant cock!
And then the fear of the belt seems trifling. The fear of that cock inside me is of greater concern, as the feeling of his two fingers was beyond intense.
I shift, and he pounces at once, flipping me over onto my stomach with the decisive, savage motion of his huge bicep. He pulls my knees to the edge of the bed, spreading them wide and pushing my butt down.
When I try to crawl away, he lunges forward and grabs a wad of my hair.
He pulls my head up toward him, saying, “I'm not going to play nice anymore. It's time you're punished for real.”
With my knees at the edge of the bed and him standing behind me, he holds my hair with one hand and guides his cock with the other. My pussy in the perfect position, he only has to bend slightly before he's able to push his cock inside me.
Slowly it breaks through, unable to move any faster into my tight pussy. My breath catches in my chest as his thick meat expands me wider than I thought I could possible go. I don't cry out because the pain causes me to freeze up.
Inch by inch he forces himself into me, until I can feel my pussy start to loosen, basically sucking him in with my lube.
He shakes my head in his hand, whispering in my ear. “You're going to feel what it's like to get punished by me. Your mom knows exactly what that's like.” At his last word, he pushes his cock up to the hilt, filling me completely with his huge rod.
When he flexes his cock inside me, I can feel it. My pussy is so tight that it can barely contain him. He holds it there, allowing me to bask in the feeling of being filled up by my angry stepdad.
His other hand moves to my hip, where it helps to hold me in place as he begins to pull himself out of me. The slow escape torments my vaginal walls, the drag of his cock through my arousal can be clearly heard even though he's barely even started.
When he eventually pulls most of the way out, he starts to reinsert, grabbing the flesh of my hip hard and pulling my head back by my hair. I look up at the ceiling as I get impaled from behind.
“Here you go, you stuck up bitch. It's time to take all of daddy at once.”
With a rough grip, he picks up speed, plowing his huge cock into my begging cunt. My back arches as he pulls on my hair, bringing me nearly vertical. It doesn't take many pumps before my pussy spreads wide for him and his cock pushes into me as if there were no resistance.
“Come on, let me hear you call me daddy now.”
He grabs my hair with both hands, circling around it to get the best grip he can. When he feels secure, he pulls my head back and begins to ram into me, jerking my head back as his hips drive into me. My feet dangle over the side of the bed, working to keep me from slipping backwards.
Pound, pound, pound. The sound of my flesh slapping against him is hypnotic, the motion of his body is so perfect and in sync, his thrusting expertly timed.
But a quick slap of his hand on my ass wakes me up.
“Come on, let me hear it.”
After a few good thrusts, I'm able to gather my words, my words bumpy from his violent thrusts. “You're my daddy.”
“Say it again, bitch.”
“Uhhhhh, you're my daddy.”
“Beg for this cock.”
I can't believe I'm letting him talk to me like this, but it's not like there's anything I can do to stop him. I don't know if it's because I've always had a crush on him, or if it's because he's treating me so rough, but my pussy is pulsing harder than before.
“Please, daddy,” I beg, the growing pleasure returning from before, “Fuck me with your big dick. Come inside me!”
But he pushes me off him as soon as I finish begging him, slapping me hard on the ass as I crumple down. “Coming in that pussy is too good for you.”
When I look back at him, questioningly, he grabs my hair again.
“I tasted you, now you're going to taste you.”
He pulls my head around, tipping me over so I lie sideways on the bed, facing him. He steps up, and guiding his cock, slides it into my mouth fast and without preamble. He hits the back of my throat, causing me to choke on him. When I reach up to stop him, he pushes down on my head with one hand and keeps me from intervening with the other.
“You don't get to decide when your punishment is over.”
He kicks his hips back and thrusts forwar
d, fucking my mouth with his huge cock. He leans into, keeping my head pinned to the bed as he uses my mouth as his own personal fuck hole. His cocks slides in and out, and I open as wide as possible to give him easy entrance. His cock slides along my tongue, coating it in sour pussy juice, forcing me to taste myself after he'd already been inside me.
“I'm going to make you eat daddy's cum for being such a loud mouth brat.”
He picks up speed, thrusting into my face with the same ferocity he used on my pussy, slamming his hips and his cock all the way through my mouth.
He groans, picks up speed, fucks my mouth with frenzied abandon.
And then I feel it. The shift in him that tells me he's about to unload his sperm into me. I wanted it in my pussy, but I'll happily settle with it down my throat.
But instead of shooting straight down my throat, he pulls back until just the tip of his cock is in my mouth.
He's intent on making me taste all of it!
He groans, and I can finally feel his cock throb in my mouth. Even though I know it's coming, the first pulse of warm jizz makes me shudder. It comes out like a shot out of a cannon, firing along the roof of my mouth and coating it all the way to the back of my throat.
The next shot fires further in, hitting the back of my throat directly, causing it to fall into my windpipe. I cough and sputter, but daddy continues unloading, his shots becoming weaker but consequently falling onto my tongue with each rope. He drenches the inside of my mouth, firing at least half a dozen streams of cum. I can feel the thick, goopy mess as I move my tongue around, simply carrying the semen around with it.
“Oh fuck,” he moans. He looks at me and keeps my head down. “Now drink every last drop.”
I hesitate, not wanting to. The warm concoction, though, starts to lose its heat, and I have a feeling it isn't going to taste nearly as good as it does now.
So I swallow. One. Two. Three times. His cock still in my mouth makes it tougher to swallow, so I need multiple chances to collect all of daddy's spunk so that I can send it down my throat.
He pulls out. “Let me see.”
I turn my mouth towards him and say, “Ahhhh,” opening my mouth wide and moving my tongue around.
“Good girl. You think you've learned your lesson?”
I nod, tired. “Yes.”
He puts a finger up and gives me a scowl.
I clear my throat. “Yes, daddy.”
He nods. “Now take a shower. And be ready to apologize to your brother.”
As I sit up, he reaches over and puts my chin in his hand. “And from now on, I'm not going to take anymore lip from you. I better here 'yes, daddy' and 'no, daddy' to every question no matter what. Do you understand?”
I swallow, aware that my life might have just changed forever. But I sigh, at least content that I no longer have to put up the facade of indifference toward my stepfather ever again. If anything, it feels a lot like freedom.
I nod, a smile cracking my lips. “Yes, daddy.”
- - -
Daddy Plays with His GamerGirl
“Ugh, this guy is so fuckin' tough!' I scream, mashing the buttons futilely as the masked zombie general rips my head off in one swift motion.
“Goddamn it!” John buzzes in my ear, the earpiece vibrating harshly as he shouts his own curses. My clanmate utters a few more curses before he, too, is decapitated in the most brutal fashion.
I sigh, snagging a fistful of potato chips and stuffing them in my malnourished body. Just malnourished: I'm sill pretty slim for someone who plays video games and snacks on garbage all day.
“We gotta try harder. Maybe flank him or go around him for now just to see if there's anything we can do to take him down.” John says. “You know, beyond stacking our corpses in front of him like a bunch of fucking clowns.”
I laugh, a much needed break from the grueling hours we've spent on this single boss in the game. That's why I like John, he's harmless, but he always gives me a good a laugh.
I mean, he tries his flirting through the wireless mic, even though we've never met. I think he's interested just because of my cutesy voice. He probably thinks I'm hot or something. He's never even seen me! But I guess a boy can dream.
Although, if he could see me, he'd probably be drooling. I usually play in a t-shirt and panties sitting on the floor against my bed.
He's young like me, totally immature, which I like, but I'm not much of a dater. Besides, I kind of have a thing for my stepdad. He's older, buff, and devilishly handsome. John's great, but I don't think he can compete on my stepdad's level. I can just tell from his voice; I don't even need to see him to know the truth. My stepdad's voice just commands respect.
I think it helps a lot when I know my stepdad's got the hots for me as well!
What? Don't believe a man like him could be interested in a girl like me? Because he's too old or some nonsense? I know the old guys like them young. I think he'd love to get a piece of me.
Maybe I should stop in and check in on him. You know, pass it off like I'm getting more chips. Then I'll show you.
I tell John to give me a sec as I grab the bowl of chips and head off to the kitchen. My stepdad's in there, preparing quesadillas for dinner, an easy task since it's just the two of us tonight.
“Hey, daddy,” I say, batting my lashes at him as he turns to watch me walk in on his territory. I always give him a great view of my hips, swaying them way beyond what I would normally do.
“Hey, babygirl,” he says, his smirk and voice seductive. “Taking a break from your games to come check on your daddy?”
I smile, “Always. I think sometimes it helps me to get in the right mood when I come to hang out with you for a little bit.”
“I love that I can put you in a good mood.”
See? Daddy is no field mouse when it comes to me. He makes every effort to say the little things that get me going.
I slide up to him as he sprinkles the cheese on the tortillas. I put my hand on his arm, letting my fingertips glide down slowly as I speak. “Daddy, you put me in the best mood. It's too bad mom has you to herself; otherwise, I'd gobble you up.” I snap my teeth, trying to come off sexy, but feeling like it's coming off a little dorky.
But daddy doesn't mind one bit. “Well, she isn't here now. I can think of a lot of naughty things we can get into. Just you”—he taps my nose with his finger—“and me.”
I feel a shiver emanate through me coming straight from that point of contact.
My heart races, and I have a hard time catching my breath. “Well,” I say, swallowing, “maybe we can do some stuff later.”
I grab a handful of chips and drop them in my bowl, rushing back to my room and closing the door.
I sigh. I always get so nervous when daddy gets that close and that... serious. I get cold feet. I love flirting with him so much and want to take it so much further, but I guess I'm still a little too immature to take the next step. My mind wraps around me and strangles the courage right out of me.
I put the headset back on and get rolling, taking the boss on, partially to finally kill the son of a bitch, and partially to take my mind off my stepdad.
Unfortunately, we get wiped, multiple times, as if we have no idea what the hell we're doing at all, even though we've been killed by that guy a good dozen times or so.
And failure brings me right back to thinking about my stepdad's words. Just those 'naughty things we can get into'. Over and over. Oh boy, there's that rush of cold down my spine again, culminating in a burst of heat in my core.
“Hurry up, John, let's get fucking moving already.” My impatience is the only thing keeping my pussy from getting soaked from my constant intrusive thoughts.
“Damn girl, all right, I'm going, I'm going.”
We start off again, coming up with a pretty good idea to go with. I'll circle around, drawing the boss's fire as John wails him in the back, setting up mines as well for me to lead the boss into.
It starts to go great, allowing
us to whittle down his health without taking a single point of damage. We might actually win this time!
“Babycakes?!” I hear from behind me.
“Yeah?!” I shout, way louder than necessary, although that's only because I'm incredibly charged up at the moment.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he chides, swinging around to my side of the bed, “I'm right here. Anyway, dinner's ready.”
“Okay,” I say, trying to quickly dismiss him.
“Okay? Okay what? Are you coming?”
My finger slips on the analog from a lack of concentration, almost causing me to get walloped by the dreaded beast. “Daddy! Not now. In a little bit. I'm busy.”
“Busy?” he asks, watching the game as I masterfully dodge the boss's incoming attacks. He gives me a good thirty seconds before going on. “Oh come on,” he says, “just pause the game and come eat.”
I laugh. “I can't pause the game. This is online. You can't pause.” I hear John laugh as I chastise my stepdad's ignorance.
“Oh, is that right?”
His tone of voice imbues me with a sense of dread.
But I choose not to turn toward him or ask him what that meant because I'm too caught up in keeping us alive so we can finally win this goddamn battle.
Just then, I flinch my head to the side, the soft touch of daddy's finger just below my ear scares me.
I flick my shoulder in the hopes of driving him away. I don't know what the hell he's doing, but it's super distracting.
It doesn't work.
As I circle the beast, strafing him with gunfire, daddy's finger slowly—so damn slowly—runs down my neck, following a tendon as he approaches my shoulder.
I shudder. Hard. The warmth of daddy's touch is super enticing, and I'm so entrenched in my position that I can barely respond.
What is he doing? I'm so close to winning for the first time!
I mute my mic, preventing John from hearing me. “Daddy?” I ask, focusing so hard that I can hardly speak above a whisper, “What are you doing?”
“Oh,” he says, moving close to my ear so that I can feel every word, “Doing all those naughty things I've always wanted to do to you.”
