FAZER LOGINI really can’t get over how much I enjoy giving this blowjob. It’s an entirely new experience for me, to be so into it. I mean, sure, I know how to fake like it’s the most delicious and wonderful thing because I know that guys love that kind of enthusiasm.All of my enthusiasm right now is absolutely sincere, though, and it’s such a strange thing to think about this blowjob as its own reward, like if all that happens is this blowjob, I’ll be completely happy about it. It’s strange. I mean, I guess I understand that oral sex is inherently intimate but this is like an entirely different world.And then things change. I think I’m so lost in moving my mouth up and down on Jackson’s cock that I’m really not paying any attention to anything other than my lips, my tongue, and his dick. I almost don’t understand that Jackson is moving me until I’m already on the bed. I finally take my mouth off and turn to look at him but my body swings around.I’m over him.And his tongue gets to my pussy.
Yeah, yeah. I know you want to get to the part where I have sex with Jackson but it’s important that I go through things how they happen. I’ll be quick, though. See, that spanking is a really significant thing because it changes everything for me. I mean, sure, some of that has to do with the simple fact that I now understand there are consequences but that’s not the sum total. I mean, I also can just stop at any time.But suddenly, I want to succeed. I mean, not just the way I always want to succeed. I want to succeed because I want to be a better person. All through high school, everything is easy for me. Nothing really challenges me until my junior year in college and even then, I can manage that easily until I turn twenty-one and decide I enjoy partying more than studying. So, until I’m twenty-one, I don’t really have to work hard to succeed.But now, I’m learning how good it feels to work hard.I know you want me to cut to the chase. I know. Be a little patient, for fuck’s sake!
What the hell am I supposed to expect from a spanking.I can honestly say I never receive one, not one. Oh, maybe as a child I get a swat on my ass when Mom says, “I said it’s bedtime,” but never more than one swat at a time. I mean, even then, they’re not really spanks so much as a vague threat that there can be spanks. I mean, they don’t even hurt.It takes one spank from Jackson to make me realize this is not going to be easy.His hand impacts with my ass cheeks and I gasp from the intensity of the pain that washes over me. It’s really unbelievable. I mean that literally. It takes a moment for me to process it as something that’s really happening. It’s like the pain from the spanking reverberates over my ass cheeks and then all along my thighs and my waist.It’s just the first spank and it already hurts like hell!It’s like my mind stops.And then the second spank hits and the sting of the first spank feels far less powerful than the second. I don’t know if it’s just that his hand
I get my first spanking a week later.Yeah, Daddy doesn’t mess around.Don’t get me wrong, I earn it. Also, it’s very clear that if I mess up, he gets to punish me, and that includes spanking. We go over everything when I get back from college. There are basically three prongs to the law my stepfather lays down.School. Home. Work. All three of them are part of the help he gives and it’s his way or the highway. Since I’m retaking courses already failed, he knows the syllabi and the materials. By the time the semester starts, I’m supposed to be ahead. He has a study schedule for me as well as a homework assignment and project schedule. In terms of home, I have chores that he just never enforces before. Finally, I am required to get a part-time job. It turns out my scholarship isn’t lost yet. I need three semesters on academic probation for that to happen and this new one upcoming is the third so my tuition and books are still covered.But he wants me to learn responsibility.In fact,
My stepfather finds me crying on the couch five and a half months before he fucks me.I say that because I want to make it clear that he never takes advantage of me. I guess I also need to point out that I’m not a child. I’m twenty-two years old and he’s not doing anything gross or illegal. I think maybe I need to also point out that he’s not really my stepfather. I mean, he’s more my mother’s husband than my stepfather. They marry when I’m sixteen and the only authority he ever takes with me is when he teaches me to drive and tells me what to do or not to do in reference to that. So, the man I fuck has no real father-like relationship with me and I’m not his daughter. I’m his wife’s daughter.Now, let’s get to the wife part. He fucks me during a trial separation. That comes about because my mother gets a chance to work for her company at their Australia location for a year. He doesn’t want her to go. She wants him to go with her. Of course, if he does that, he’ll have to quit his jo
My trembling body instantly seizes up when he does that. My eyes lock onto his and my mouth flies open in a silent scream. He looks down at me with a fierce expression that sends a shiver of electricity through me.I feel the orgasm build slowly inside me, my wrecked body once more pulled inexorably to a flood of pleasure that I know will utterly overwhelm me.Daddy looks down at me like I belong to him and he’s only using what’s already his, and he is absolutely correct. I belong to him. Now and forever, my body exists to cum for him and to make him cum. How could it not when he makes me feel like my entire existence is spent cumming so hard that pleasure is the only thing I feel. This orgasm is going to knock me unconscious. I can already feel it. It’s deep and powerful and even before it hits, I know it will break the record he just set in missionary.When he slides his hand in between my legs and begins to stroke, I explode.I’m not aware of anything anymore, nothing but the way







