Another hard strike landed against my ass, making a loud, wet slapping noise that echoed around the room. I felt so dirty and humiliated, unable to quite comprehend what was happening to me. It was so surreal and there was only one logical explanation for what was unfolding – my stepdad must have lost his mind. I mean, I was his daughter! I was as good as his own flesh and blood – and here he was, man handling me and spanking my wet, naked body. It was disgusting. It was exciting! I felt so ashamed at how my body was reacting to his touch. My pussy swelled and throbbed when I felt his hand against my soft skin, and the sharp jolts of pain seemed to send my senses into overdrive. It just didn’t make any sense! “You always lacked discipline, Sharleen” my stepdad said, cupping my ass cheek in his big, strong hand and beginning to squeeze “you always needed someone to teach you a lesson. To teach you some respect... to teach you to submit!” As he spoke, his hand slid across my skin, and his fingers gently began to work their way between my ass cheeks. I squirmed and let out a few inaudible cries of disbelief as I felt him beginning to violate me. He wasn’t even my real father, but this was still forbidden. I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t fighting him off. But then, as I felt my daddy’s fingers plunge into my tight pussy, I realised that I wanted this. I wanted to feel his rough touch – and I wanted him to punish me! “Mmmm you’re so tight, babygirl” he crooned, pressing up against me so that I could feel the bulging muscles of his chest on my back. It was then that I realised he was completely naked too, and I could feel his bulging erection pressing up against me. I squirmed against him, but offered no sounds of protest as he roughly rammed yet another finger up inside me. It hurt, and he wasn’t being gentle, but somehow I just wanted more. I wanted him to stuff me full, until I couldn’t think straight. “You want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours, I can feel it” he said, in a voice as smooth and slick as hot butter “you want Daddy to stick his big fat cock inside you, don’t you!” It was true. Something inside me had snapped, and I lost all sense of who I was. It was like I was trapped inside some sort of filthy, lucid dream. But his words were absolutely true. I wanted him. I wanted Daddy’s cock! He shifted his position, forcing his knee between my thighs and widening my legs. Then he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back, making me wince with pain. He kissed me, hard, next to my mouth, and then kept his cheek resting against mine. We were both soaking wet, our slippery bodies sliding against each other. My skin felt like it was literally on fire as my daddy spread my ass cheeks apart and dipped the tip of his prick into my tight hole. I squealed, more out of shock than anything else, and then moaned loudly as he pushed forwards and slid his entire length up inside me. I was panting and squirming against the wall now, feeling every inch of him as he forced his way up inside me. He kept my head yanked back, and then spanked me hard on my ass before quickening his pace. “Mmmmm, you’re so tight” he growled, fucking me harder still, so that the shower room echoed with the sound of our wet bodies slapping together. It was so filthy and erotic that I completely lost all sense of who I was! “Do you like it?” he rasped, turning my face up towards his again, so that he could look into my lustful, pleading eyes “do you like Daddy’s cock in your cunt?” I nodded my head, unable to speak, but desperate to let him know how badly I wanted it; how good it was making me feel. I just couldn’t help myself – the extreme humiliation was more than I could bare, and it was turning me on in a way that I had never thought possible. My stepdad grinned, a wide and sinister grin. “That’s too bad” he said, removing his cock from my pussy and trailing his fingers down my back and between my ass cheeks. “You need to be punished, Sharleen. So I have no choice but to fuck you in your tight little ass until you beg me to stop. It’s the only way you’ll learn!” With those words he thrust his fingers into my tight asshole, causing me to scream out in pain. The feeling was completely alien to me, and I couldn’t believe how much it hurt. He began to spread his fingers apart, stretching me out cruelly until I felt tears spring to my eyes. The pain was so strange and intense that it took my breath away, but that was nothing compared to what came after he quickly removed his fingers. I felt the bulbous tip of his prick pressing up against my tight opening, and I began to squirm and thrash against the wall. “Ssshhh, babygirl” my stepdad crooned “It’ll all be over soon. Just relax and take it for Daddy” A wall of pain hit me. I immediately went weak and limp in his arms as he drove himself into me, stuffing his prick up into my ass until I couldn’t take any more! The pain was phenomenal, and I couldn’t even cry out because of the gag. I just hung there, limply in his arms while he forced his way up inside me even further. “Fuck... you’re so tight!” he breathed, drawing his cock out and then cramming it back up inside me even harder. I couldn’t believe that my tiny, tight asshole would stretch so far. I could feel him all the way up inside me, ravaging me and ruining me. He slid out slowly again and then slammed back in. I yelped and squealed with pain but it was no use. His thrusts became harder, faster and more powerful each time. I coughed and spluttered as water went into my eyes and mouth – but still he wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me! I was being ass-fucked by my daddy, and I only had myself to blame. “You want me to stop?” he growled, slamming me harder so that I was squashed against the wall “want me to give that tight little ass of yours a break, huh?” I wailed a gurgling, indecipherable response as he continued to pound my ass. But I surprised myself in that moment. I didn’t want him to stop. Once the pain had subsided a little, the strange sensation of his huge prick sliding in and out of me was getting my juices flowing once more. I had never been ass-fucked before – and all the new, filthy sensations were becoming too much for me. It was a confused sense of pleasure, but pleasure nonetheless. I found myself grinding my hips against the wall, seeking out some pressure against my hard clit. As shocking as it was, I felt like I was about to cum. My stepdad spanked my ass even harder now, slamming into me with such a force that i felt like I couldn’t breathe. But it was exactly what I needed. His balls slapped against my pussy as he rammed me, and I felt my orgasm beginning to uncoil inside me. “I’m gonna cum!” Daddy cried, spanking me harder still “I’m gonna cum in your fucking ass!” I screamed into my gag as I felt his cock explode inside of me. It was an unbelievable feeling, and I felt my knees growing week as jets of cum filled my ass. It sent me over the edge, and I went dizzy as my orgasm erupted drenching my stepdads already sopping-wet cock with my juices. I thrashed against the wall, pounding it with my fists as I came harder than I ever had in my life, and my stepdad cried out once more as the last waves of cum filled me up. It was unbelievable, and I felt like I might literally pass out at any second.
There was a considerable amount of precum on the head of his cock, and she rubbed the tip around to spread it. She tugged him into her, the thick glans making an audible “pop” when her ass closed around it. Her low moan started again, rising in pitch as she balanced the pain and the pleasure. Unable to restrain himself, Preston groaned and emptied his load inside the dry heat of her ass. Belinda screamed “No!” and refused to allow him to pull out of her. He was young, and he was still hard.Belinda pushed back, using his cum as a lubricant and forcing his hard cock deep inside her ass. The only way to describe what happened next would be to say that Belinda went ballistic. It was all Preston could do to hold onto the frantically orgasming woman. “Don’t stop you bastard!” she screamed. It was the dirtiest, most guttural thing she cold think of to say. Belinda’s mind had left her and she was possessed by a woman who wanted to be a dirty, slutty whore and she didn’t have the vocabulary t
Belinda’ s caught in her throat as Preston Jennings pressed his erection against the crack of her ass through the thin dress she wore. It was driving her wild even though the act it promised was a taboo so strong that she and her husband had never even discussed it. Right this moment, bent over the copy machine in the copy room of her office, she wanted nothing more than she wanted to strip naked for this handsome young turk and have him thrust that hard erection of his deep into her ass. Belinda Harrison had never dreamed of cheating on her husband. Her sex life was quite satisfactory, thank you.Once a week she lifted her nightgown and allowed her loving husband to stick his erection inside her and thrust away until he flooded her with his seed. It gave her a warm and pleasant feeling inside to feel Luke collapse on her small breasts, spent. She loved to hold him in her arms, knowing she had conquered the beast inside of him once more. The feelings generated by Preston’s attentions
Blowjobs were not something new to her, though until now they had been hurried, furtive acts in the front seats of cars and once against a willow tree at a barbecue. Always before she had sensed the eruption coming and taken her mouth off, watching the gluey stuff shoot out the tip. Almost all the guys she had blown had either begged her to let them cum in her mouth or had tried to hold her head in place, but she had refused because it seemed kind of gross to her. What was happening now wasn’t gross at all.Her daddy loved her, and his penis was swelling and shooting his essence inside her mouth, the thick cream coating the inside of her throat with its hot sticky wetness. The taste was mostly bland, with a hint of the taste of honeyed almonds. Surprisingly, Gillian felt an amazing upwelling of deep emotion at Hugh’s reaction to her willing acceptance of his cum in her mouth. Closing her lips tightly around his shaft she smiled and swallowed enthusiastically. “Oh my god,” Hugh said, h
The first time she came to him in the night, shivering in the thin cheap rayon nightie that he could see clear through, they both knew it was wrong. The wispy panties had been so insubstantial that he could barely tell she had any on. Their kisses had been timid at first, exploratory. Her lips against his were soft and slippery, as if she had never kissed before, but she was a natural. The first time he traced the contours of her body, outside the nightie, she quivered with suppressed excitement and the need to be silent, but the way her head burrowed into his neck and the enthusiasm with which she parted her thin legs told him she wanted to feel his hands on her.Her tentative first investigation of his cock through his pajama pants was nevertheless thorough and the silence surrounding them was punctuated by the sharp intake of her breath when she felt it move beneath her touch. She liked to turn the lamp on so that he could see her. Though she was covered by the nightie, she knew ve
Lyle sensed the change, and he held on for dear life as Nita devoured his cock. He reached for her hips and tried to swing them over his head so that he could lick her sweet pussy as she was pleasuring him. “No…first… first!” she panted, taking her mouth off him for the precious seconds it took to utter the words before she plunged him back into the depths of her throat. She was fucking him with her throat now, there was no other way to describe what was happening. Lyle lay back on the bed, his hands touching her precious breasts and stroking the flat surface of her belly. Nita was kneading his balls, squeezing them softly and marveling at their fullness in her hands. For whatever the reason, it had become the focus of her life to give this man as much pleasure as she was capable of, and she was determined to let him know in every way that she could. She took her mouth off him, fighting with herself to keep it off long enough to utter the words she needed to say. Without taking her ey
Nita kept it shaved smooth so that she didn’t look tacky in her bikini. She shivered at the thought that the door was open and he might see her. It was frightening to think he might catch her naked, and it was exciting too. The wetness between her legs wasn’t all from the shower. Nita was a little nervous getting out of the shower, but she took a deep breath and stepped out. Lyle wasn’t there, and she breathed a sigh, half in relief, and half in disappointment. She dried off with a towel and peeked down the hallway to see if Lyle had come up. The disappointment was deeper this time. Disheartened, Nita wrapped the towel around herself and walked to her bedroom. She dropped the towel at the foot of her bed and reached for the tired old gown. “Nita?” Lyle called out and immediately covered his eyes. “Jesus, I’m sorry Nita,” he said, backing out of her bedroom. “Daddy,” she called out, chasing him into the hallway. “Daddy, come back-“ “ Nita, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you weren’t dressed,
Bedtime was the best part of the day for eighteen year old Nita Bainbridge. She loved to go upstairs for her nightly shower, then shower and slip on the old and paper thin flannel nightgown that she had put on every night since she had turned fifteen. It had been a birthday present from her stepfather, Lyle Hannover. Nita had spotted the nightgown during a shopping trip and her mother, Althea Hannover, had turned up her nose at the garment and insisted on a frilly, girly teddy that Nita had not been comfortable with. Lyle had noticed how much she liked the nightgown and bought it for her later. In the last six months Nita had started wearing the flannel gown with nothing underneath it, the soft fabric felt good against her skin, and especially on her nipples. There were places in the fabric that were so thin that she could see right through it-and that was the biggest reason that she wore it so often now. Her crush on Lyle had begun to develop years before, but in recent months she ha
Neither of us gave into the more rational side of our brains and stopped what's about to happen. I licked my index finger and my middle finger, then ran them over my pink nipples, becoming more and more excited as my daddy watched. I could see the bulge of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, and a gasped with delight when he undid his zipper and took out his huge, hard dick. "Fuck, I want you so bad right now” my stepdad whispered, causing me to go weak all over. I smiled at him, and bit my lip as I rubbed one hand against my chest and then slid my other down to my dripping, wet pussy. I took my panties to one side and slipped finger inside myself, groaning and gasping as my daddy looked on in delight. He began massaging his cock, grunting with satisfaction as I continued to finger-fuck myself in front of him. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but just didn't care. Something inside of me had broken that night, and I no longer felt like his stepdaughter. All I felt l
The woman who picked me up wasn’t very chatty. I was kind of glad – as I’d never gotten into the car with a stranger before, and I was unsure what to say. I didn’t want to make polite conversation, and clearly she didn’t either – so we just drove in silence for the next three hours. I asked her to drop me off on the outskirts of the small village where the nearest hostel was, and she obliged. My eyes began to droop again as the dark countryside zoomed past, and the rhythmic humming of the engine had a strangely hypnotic affect on me. My head flopped forwards onto my rucksack even lower, and before I knew it I was snoring. Suddenly, I flinched as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw the woman peering at me with a kind expression on her face. “We’re here” she said, gesturing to the building we were parked in front of “I figured I’d just take a detour and drop you off at the hostel. It’s very late, and I wouldn’t feel right having you walk through the village on your own.” H