Se connecterI guess Iâm just utterly shocked by the fact that an orgasm can feel this good because itâs like my brain stops functioning completely and I become lost in the flood of sensations and the power of all that happens. I mean, I donât know if thereâs anything that happens in my life at any time at all that can compare to the power of the pleasure rushing over me. Itâs shockingly good and even a little scary. In fact, I realize Iâm reaching a point where I just canât take any more.I just donât know what to do, though, because my breath is gone. I certainly canât get any words out to ask him to stop. I canât even move anymore. By this time, Iâm so oversensitive itâs almost like torture.And then Daddyâs mouth comes off and I can breathe.And then Daddyâs cock slides into my pussy and I scream, âYes! Yes, Daddy!â and my body reacts automatically. I wrap both my arms around his back and wrap my legs around him, too. The orgasm feels even more powerful now, but the oversens
After an hour or so of lying awake, I lose my willpower and creep out of bed, and head to the bathroom. I see my stepfather lying on the other bed. Heâs kicked the blanket half off, and that makes it even harder to deal with things. Heâs wearing a T-shirt and boxers and the T-shirt reveals to me just how to cut my stepfather really is. I donât know why I suddenly notice that about him. His chest is broad and muscular. This man doesnât have a dad bod. Heâs⊠heâs hot. I force myself to look away and finish my trek to the bathroom.I donât have to go to the bathroom, at least not for its intended purpose.Itâs just that the need to masturbate grows so great that Iâm afraid Iâll end up doing it right in bed instead of when I have privacy. The problem is that this is a really nice hotel. The fan for the bathroom is really quiet so Iâm afraid even being in the bathroom wonât hide what Iâm doing.I strip off my pajama bottoms anyway. I sit on the edge of the bath
Itâs so strange to be so afraid still. I mean, Iâm eighteen years old and Iâm in an airport, which has to pretty much be the safest place in the world these days. It doesnât make any sense for me to be so afraid. I mean, irritated and angry make sense but not afraid and nervous. Plus, Iâve had almost thirteen hours to deal with the situation and thereâs no problem anymore. Iâm even really well rested after a good nightâs sleep.So what the fuck?Iâm not in trouble. Thereâs nothing horrible happening. Iâm just waiting for the solution to all my problems to get off the plane. Itâs kind of strange to be so excited to see my stepfather. I mean, heâs a good guy but I really donât think about him all that much. Heâs been a part of my life for just two years now, and so it isnât like heâs done much more than live in the same house.Except now.And the first time I need something from him, heâs Johnny-on-the-spot for me. I keep my eyes ahead, waiting to see him. A lot o
Well, Daddyâs right, and as I step off my bicycle on my front porch, I wince from the pain that shoots through me because of the movement.The pain is from the spanking last night. It was a big one. I got it because I didnât make my court payment.Oh, I have the money.It isnât that I spent it.I actually got the money order. I just didnât feel like biking to the court to make the payment. Itâs not late or anything as far as the court is concerned but Iâm supposed to do it every single payday, not the day after payday. Those are the rules Daddy made and I broke them.But thatâs not what Daddyâs right about.Heâs right about work. After five months, Iâm not physically devastated after a shift. On the contrary, itâs almost like a workout. I wonât go so far as to say itâs invigorating, but I will say I feel accomplished and tired after a shift, not sore and hurting.Iâm just home from Court now after biking there from work and dropping my payment off on
My whole body hurts.I mean, I work the overnight shift now at the Rockwell Agriculture Logistics company. Thatâs a fancy name that basically means the place where fruit and vegetables get packed into boxes. I stand on an assembly line and work eight hours separating bruised or broken vegetables from good ones, filling bins to either side of me, and letting vegetables good enough for regular retail go through.It doesnât seem like hard work but itâs four hours of constant work, an hour lunch break, and four more hours. My arms never stop moving and I stand the whole time. My arms hurt, my back hurts, my everything hurts.Daddy says it will get easier once Iâve been at it longer, but after three weeks, Iâm still coming home feeling every muscle in my body.Daddy isnât telling me it will get easier at this exact moment. Right now, heâs just moaning as I kneel in front of him and do my best to get his cock all the way into my throat. Itâs a crazy thing, I suppose,
I cry for a while and itâs so strange. He has a hand on the small of my back and another stroking my hair and I love the touch. Although my ass feels like it will never recover, Iâm now so fucking horny I canât recall any time before now feeling this aroused. Iâm not exactly a prude, either, and itâs insane to think boys have fucked me and it didnât turn me on the way Daddy spanking me did.Jesus, now Iâm thinking of him as Daddy.As I cry, I feel my mind growing ordered and calm. The strangest thing is Iâm not pissed. Iâm also kind of happy about having my own place. I mean, I donât like the way it happened, and it stings to have to face up to punishments andâŠHoly shit.My stepfatherâs cock is hard. I can feel it against me, right below my navel. I mean, I canât blame him. Heâs been staring at me naked from the waist down for a while now, and I once overheard my mom say something on the phone to a friend about only having sex with him once a month, and only be
B R U C EâWhat am I supposed to do with an eighteen-year-old girl?â I asked, leaning forward, placing my elbows on the desk. âIâve never even met the girl.â Itâs been a long fucking week and now this. I can feel the tension snaking up my spine, which Iâm sure will lead to a massive headache that
S O P H I E I woke up the next morning utterly exhausted. It took me forever to get back to sleep after Bruce stormed into my room last night. The fear and excitement of his standing naked over me made it impossible to relax. I replayed what happened over and over in my head. The angry look on
B R U C ELater that nightâŠToday wasâŠunproductive. I didnât get anything accomplished, and I was so distracted by thoughts of Sophie concentrating.I was hard all day just thinking about the panties still in my pocket, and now that Iâm home, I plan to go to my bed and jerk off again to finally ge
B R U C E Itâs impressive, being that Iâm six four.âIs that so?â I tease, pulling her closer and looking into her dark brown eyes. Her tart perfume fills my lungs, but my body doesnât seem to react.Maybe itâs been so long since Iâve had sex my cock doesnât remember what itâs like to have a woman







