로그인I guess I’m just utterly shocked by the fact that an orgasm can feel this good because it’s 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 don’t know if there’s anything that happens in my life at any time at all that can compare to the power of the pleasure rushing over me. It’s shockingly good and even a little scary. In fact, I realize I’m reaching a point where I just can’t take any more.I just don’t know what to do, though, because my breath is gone. I certainly can’t get any words out to ask him to stop. I can’t even move anymore. By this time, I’m so oversensitive it’s almost like torture.And then Daddy’s mouth comes off and I can breathe.And then Daddy’s cock slides into my pussy and I scream, “Yes! Yes, Daddy!” 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. He’s kicked the blanket half off, and that makes it even harder to deal with things. He’s wearing a T-shirt and boxers and the T-shirt reveals to me just how to cut my stepfather really is. I don’t know why I suddenly notice that about him. His chest is broad and muscular. This man doesn’t have a dad bod. He’s… he’s hot. I force myself to look away and finish my trek to the bathroom.I don’t have to go to the bathroom, at least not for its intended purpose.It’s just that the need to masturbate grows so great that I’m afraid I’ll 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 I’m afraid even being in the bathroom won’t hide what I’m doing.I strip off my pajama bottoms anyway. I sit on the edge of the bath
It’s so strange to be so afraid still. I mean, I’m eighteen years old and I’m in an airport, which has to pretty much be the safest place in the world these days. It doesn’t make any sense for me to be so afraid. I mean, irritated and angry make sense but not afraid and nervous. Plus, I’ve had almost thirteen hours to deal with the situation and there’s no problem anymore. I’m even really well rested after a good night’s sleep.So what the fuck?I’m not in trouble. There’s nothing horrible happening. I’m just waiting for the solution to all my problems to get off the plane. It’s kind of strange to be so excited to see my stepfather. I mean, he’s a good guy but I really don’t think about him all that much. He’s been a part of my life for just two years now, and so it isn’t like he’s done much more than live in the same house.Except now.And the first time I need something from him, he’s Johnny-on-the-spot for me. I keep my eyes ahead, waiting to see him. A lot o
Well, Daddy’s 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 didn’t make my court payment.Oh, I have the money.It isn’t that I spent it.I actually got the money order. I just didn’t feel like biking to the court to make the payment. It’s not late or anything as far as the court is concerned but I’m supposed to do it every single payday, not the day after payday. Those are the rules Daddy made and I broke them.But that’s not what Daddy’s right about.He’s right about work. After five months, I’m not physically devastated after a shift. On the contrary, it’s almost like a workout. I won’t go so far as to say it’s invigorating, but I will say I feel accomplished and tired after a shift, not sore and hurting.I’m 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. That’s 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 doesn’t seem like hard work but it’s 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 I’ve been at it longer, but after three weeks, I’m still coming home feeling every muscle in my body.Daddy isn’t telling me it will get easier at this exact moment. Right now, he’s just moaning as I kneel in front of him and do my best to get his cock all the way into my throat. It’s a crazy thing, I suppose,
I cry for a while and it’s 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, I’m now so fucking horny I can’t recall any time before now feeling this aroused. I’m not exactly a prude, either, and it’s insane to think boys have fucked me and it didn’t turn me on the way Daddy spanking me did.Jesus, now I’m thinking of him as Daddy.As I cry, I feel my mind growing ordered and calm. The strangest thing is I’m not pissed. I’m also kind of happy about having my own place. I mean, I don’t like the way it happened, and it stings to have to face up to punishments and…Holy shit.My stepfather’s cock is hard. I can feel it against me, right below my navel. I mean, I can’t blame him. He’s 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
The weekend before Halloween, our neighborhood has a huge costume party, and I mean huge. We block off the road, so cars can't drive down, then we all bring out tables and chairs.All the tables get put together like a long train in the middle of the street. As the sun goes down, everyone starts t
"How did I not fucking know?" Jude asks."I tried to tell you.""When? When you were moaning? Or when you were coming all over my hand?""It was hard to talk with your tongue down my throat, Daddy." The last word is just to tease him about his age, but his eyes flash with something I've never seen
I reached down and steadied his cock as I lined myself up and slowly slid down.When I was fully seated on his thighs, I swirled my hips, feeling the ful
Daddy cupped the back of my head, encouraging me to bob in the rhythm he liked best. I hummed against him and was delighted to feel his cock jump in response.







