Big Bangin' Box Set

by Raven Watyrs

  My eyes were then drawn the floggers, four of them in four different colours. I picked up the red one and gave it a swing, its leather falls swishing as they cut through the air. I slapped it across my forearm and shivered with pleasure as the sharp sting tingled up my arm.

  Reaching next for one of the black ankle restraints, I fingered the soft faux fur on the inside surface and tested out the metal buckle, pulling it tight and secure. I raised my eyes and looked down towards the foot of the bed, noting with new appreciation the solid craftsmanship of the bed frame.

  My body was starting to hum and vibrate with arousal at the thought of what Charles has done with these toys before. I reached for the glass dildo, its surface is cool and smooth to the touch and trailed my finger along its length, following the ridges and veins down its shaft, turning the provocative item over in my palm. Lifting it to my mouth, I let it bounce against my bottom lip once, then twice, before parting my lips and letting it slide in over my tongue.

  My breath went shallow and goose bumps spread across my skin as my moist lips encircled the glass cock, but I wasn’t cold. I wasn’t cold at all. I felt as though there was a little heater sitting in the base of my pelvis, radiating heat and energy up my middle and through my chest. I felt like if I didn’t do something about it, I’d spontaneously combust.

  Unable to resist the tingly throb spreading from my loins down my thighs, I pressed on my swollen little nub with the pad of my finger over my ratty old yoga pants. I moved the dildo in and out of my lips a few times, my saliva lubricating the glass head and shaft before I pushed it deeper into my mouth. I relaxed my soft palette and felt the glass bump against the back of my throat, feeling more and more whorish and naughty with each inch I took.

  Sucking on the glass cock until I could feel my gag reflex start to threaten, so I pushed in further, retching as my saliva went thick. I rubbed little circles over my clit, inching my fingers through the holes in the seam at the crotch of my pants, twiddling my delicate folds through the thin cotton gusset of my panties. The fabric was already damp with my arousal, my pussy slick and aching as I pictured Charles standing over me making me suck his cock like a good little girl. I was so horny, so turned on; I knew I’d never sleep until this was taken care of.

  Popping the dildo from my mouth, I checked the clock on the bedside table. Charles hadn’t been gone long and he said he wasn’t sure what he would walk into when he got there, so I figured from the sounds of the crisis I had nothing to worry about for at least a couple hours. Pushing the smorgasbord of sex toys to one side of the king-sized bed, I quickly slipped off my yoga pants and tossed them the ground, whipping my panties down and tossing them aside too.

  Snatching up a little vibrating bullet to go with the glass dildo, I positioned myself on the bed as I usually did when I came in here for a little private fun time. I liked to lay my head on the side Charles slept so I could smell his male scent and picture him on top of me while I touched myself. Wiggling into the mattress, I laid myself back on his pillow and inhaled deeply. With closed eyes, I pictured my step-dad walking into the room, finding me on this bed, half-naked and touching myself. A hand snaked up to my breast and I rolled a nipple between my thumb and finger, twisting it through the thin cotton of my tee shirt as I imagined him looming over me, lust in his eyes and his dick in his hand. I started breathing faster as I fantasized about how his rough hands would feel against my soft, creamy skin. I squeezed my breast rhythmically and my other hand made its way down my stomach to my inner thighs and smooth mound, where I caressed the sensitive skin with my fingernails.

  My breath caught in my throat as I imagined it was Charles’ hand down there, brushing lightly against my glistening outer lips. Before long, the pads of my fingers were circling and rubbing my clit, sending waves of warmth through my body as my arousal mounted. My hips started rolling in time with my fingers and jolts of electricity shot through me as I pinched my nipples hard, the pain of it pushing me higher and higher.

  I moaned quietly, relishing the delectable sensation, but wanting to feel more. I eyed the nipple clamp sitting on the bedspread beside me and bit my bottom lip. Pulling my tee shirt over my head, I reached for it and prized it open and closed a couples times. With a rush of tingly nerves in my belly, I positioned my erect and sensitive nipple between its barbed teeth. My pussy pulsed in anticipation and as I released the clamp, letting it bite down on my little pink nub, I cried out in pleasure. It hurt like a motherfucker, but it felt so good at the same time.

  I reached for the dildo, spreading my legs wide on my stepfather’s bed, writhing and moaning as I imagined Charles sucking on my breast and biting my nipple. With my eyes closed, I could almost feel his hands on my body, groping and squeezing my big tits as he held me down and sucked and nipped at my flesh. I positioned the cool glass head of the hard glass cock right at the opening to my juicy hole, holding the shaft with one hand as I lifted my hips up and down in rhythm with the circles I was rubbing over my clit.

  The smooth glass of the dildo glided into my wetness as I pushed and rubbed at my pussy. I was groaning now, eyes rolled back in my head, hips lifted and legs spread wide open as I pushed and pulled the glass cock in and out of my throbbing centre.

  I was getting lost in ecstasy. With my free hand, I grabbed up the little vibrating bullet from the bedspread. Switching it on, I lowered it to my throbbing clit, gyrating my hips as my wetness spread over me.

  The buzzing bullet was sending intense waves of pleasure through my body. I could already feel an approaching orgasm as it hummed and vibrated along with the bullet. I squeezed my thighs together, clenching the vibrator in my fingers against my clit. I arched my back, my head pushed back into the pillow as I thought of Charles’ mouth on my wet pussy, his tongue lapping at my aching clit.

  My breath came faster and faster as pressure started building deep down in my low belly. I moaned and increased the pace of the thrusting dildo, my hips bucking and rocking on the bed, my head filled with images of Charles’ face buried in my cunt.

  Just as I my orgasm was about to rip through me, a dark form filled the doorway, blocking the light from the hallway. “Oh my god!” I screeched in a panic as I scrambled back on the bed, reaching for the comforter to cover my naked body, throwing the dildo across the room and shoving the vibrator underneath the pillow. “Charles! What are you doing back?”

  He slowly walked into the room, stopping at the foot of the bed. My ears thundered with the blood rushing through my head as he leaned his hands onto the footboard of the bed frame. I was frozen with humiliation, my body seized with tension and electricity from the interrupted crash of pleasure. My mouth gaped open like a fish and I felt like my heart was in my throat, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from his.

  “I see you have as much trouble following the rules now as you did when you were younger, Sarah,” Charles said, his eyes flashing with dark intensity. “I knew you’d be in here.”

  “Charles I am sorry,” I stammered as my face went beet red with embarrassment. “I— I didn't mean to break the rules, and I'm so sorry from breaching your trust.”

  Charles took a few steps around to the side of the bed. I looked up at him, my gorgeous ex-stepfather, and felt the throb of my halted orgasm aching in my pussy. The mixture of extreme embarrassment and extreme arousal made me heady and dizzy, and I was acutely aware of the thin comforter being the only barrier between my wet pussy and my stepfather.

  “I don't think you're sorry about breaking my trust at all. In fact it looks like you're enjoying it.” His voice was low, almost ominous. He glanced at the array of sex toys on the bed and I felt my eyes go as wide as saucers as he started to rub at the bulge pressing against the fly of his jeans. “And now you’ll be punished for it.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  My breath was caught in my throat. I don't think I could have inhaled a lungful even if I’d wanted to. I blinked and raised my eyes from his hard length pressed up against his pants and looked up
into his rugged face.

  “Punish me?” I whispered. “What… what do you mean?”

  I’d pulled the comforter all the way up to my neck in an attempt to cover my naked self from my ex-stepfather. I knew it was wrong, but I was powerless to resist as I watched him raise a hand, gently fingering the edge of the comforter up near the hollow of my collarbone. Without a word, he slowly peeled the covers away from my body, exposing my breasts, heaving with my breath, the nipple clamp still gripped around a swollen little bud.

  “It is about time you were punished, Sarah,” he said, his voice calm and even. “You used to break my rules all the time when you are living under my roof, and I know you've been breaking my rules here again, haven’t you.” He reached for the nipple clamp and flicked it gently with his finger. I shuddered and whimpered as the little clamp sent jolts of exquisite pain through my pink rosebud.

  “How… how did you know? Oh god…” I moaned and my head dropped back against the headboard as he grasped the clamp between his fingers and pressed the teeth even harder.

  “You think I can’t tell that you’ve been laying on my bed, little girl? I can smell you perfume and pussy all over it after you’ve been babysitting.” He reached across and palmed my other breast without asking, massaging it before taking my unclamped nipple between his fingers and pinching down hard, twisting it and pressing me back into the headboard with his forearm. I gasped out as he pushed me back, shocked by his power and aggression, but not at all disliking it. In fact, my pussy started to throb again, deep and up through my core and I reached my hands up to grab his muscular forearm pressing against my chest, holding me to the bed. His body was tense with arousal and I could feel the muscles in his forearm ripple beneath my fingertip as I huffed out my breath, licking my lips and swallowing thickly. Everything felt so good. This was so bad, so forbidden, but it hotter than anything I’d experienced before. Not in my wildest fantasies did I think this might happen for real. But… but he was still my ex-step dad. We couldn’t really do this, could we?

  “But Charles,” I said. “You’re practically my dad. The closest I've known anyway.”

  Another twist of his vice-like fingers made me gasp again as he leaned over me, his lips brushing against my ear sending shivers cascading through my body. “That didn't stop you from coming in here in getting your teenaged pussy juice all over my comforter and pillow, did it? Do you like coming in here and jamming your fingers up your pussy, wiping your fingers all over Daddy’s pillow? Are you a dirty little girl?” His breath was hot against my earlobe making me melt into magma. I couldn't even pretend to resist much longer.

  With a shudder, I closed my eyes and said, “Yes, Daddy. I’m a dirty little girl.”

  “That's right”, he said gently easing back releasing me from his hold against the bed frame. My body was vibrating with tension as he stood tall and pulled the covers completely off me, leaving me naked on his bed, his gaze washing over my body. I watched as his eyes trailed from my face to my tits to my pussy.

  “Get in the middle of the bed,” he demanded and I scooted down obediently. He circled the bed, his eyes never leaving my body. Reaching down beside the bed where some of the sex toys had fallen, he picks up the ankle and wrist restraints, their chains clanking against each other.

  My breath came in little wisps as he swung the restraints in small circles. “Is the little girl gonna do what she is told?” he asked. “Because if she's a good little girl and does exactly what Daddy tells her, then maybe shall be pleasantly surprised later. Now get on your stomach,” he demanded. “Get on your stomach and spread your legs.”

  “Yes, Daddy”, I whispered, flipping over onto my tummy and spreading my legs wide, exposing my wet pink folds to him. I quivered and shook in anticipation of what was coming. His strong hands, rough and calloused from his years at the restaurant, took hold of my ankle, gently but firmly. He wrapped one of the restraints around one, securing me to the post of the bed frame before doing the same with my other ankle, pulling the chains tight and secure.

  He stood behind me for a second, his breath coming faster with each passing minute. I could feel his eyes boring into my juicy, wet core as I lay on the bed, propped up on my elbows. When I turned and looked over my shoulder, I saw his teeth grit and a muscle jump in his cheek as he undid his fly and pulled his cock out of his jeans.

  “Oh my god, Daddy,” I said, my eyes widening as they took in his deliciously massive dick. “Your cock is… it’s huge!” And it was. It was at least nine inches. A long, pink, throbbing salami of a cock sticking out of his fly, and he was stroking its veiny length.

  “Did I say you could turn around?” he growled.

  “No, Daddy. You didn’t. I’m sorry…” I turned back around, licking my lips thinking about what he was going to do with that big dick in his hand.

  “Give me your wrists.” He circled the bed and took hold of a wrist, securing it to the posts on the headboard before repeating it with my other wrist. I was facedown, naked and spread eagle on my stepfather’s bed. My face pressed into the comforter and pillows and I sucked in his scent as my pussy and inner thighs quivered. My breath was shallow and I could feel tingles all through my body. After a few moments of tortuous waiting, he started dragging something up the sole of my foot over my heel, up the back of my calf across the sensitive skin behind my knee, up my thigh and over the rise of my ass. The tool feels smooth but rough, hard but soft. Like a wand with a piece of suede at the end. He pressed the tip of the implement into the crack between my cheeks, making me moan before pulling it across my back, along the curve of my spine and down the length of my arm. I gripped the chains of the restraints in my fists as he continued to trace his way across my skin, sending shivers through my core. I risked a glance at the tool he was using to drive me so crazy, and see that it is the riding crop. The very riding crop that dragged me in there in the first place.

  “Little girls who break the rules need spankings,” he says to me. “Can you handle a little spanking little girl?”

  I am so fucking turned on, so wet by his powerful and domineering presence, it's all I can do to speak. “Oh yes, Daddy,” I moan. “I can handle it.”

  With my head pressed back into the comforter, I pushed my ass up arching my back, desperate for his hand to caress my skin. But a sharp heat cuts across my ass cheeks like a red-hot knife instead, making me cry out as the pain washed over me. He smacked and whipped my milky white ass with the riding crop, leaving long red welts with each deliciously painful strike. I cried out over and over, arching my back as much as I could in my restrained state to meet each strike of the whip.

  I twisted around to see him red in the face, jacking his cock hard in one fist as he swatted and whipped at my reddening flesh with the other. It hurt so bad, but it felt so fucking good, I was crying out with pleasure, my body taut and firm, pulling at the restraints attached to the four posts of the bed. After five or six more strikes, he paused his punishment and I gyrated my hips in protest, not wanting the painful pleasure to stop.

  “Spread your legs more,” he demanded and I complied as best as I could. He started to lightly swat at the folds of my pussy with the flat tip of the leather crop, making me jump and twitch with each contact.

  “Oh Daddy,’ I moaned, biting into the pillow in front of me in an attempt to stifle my volume. He tapped the crop on my pussy, once, twice, three times, before rubbing it in little circles. “Oh my god…”

  “That’s right, baby girl. You’re making up for all the sneaking around you’ve done. I’ve been waiting for the right time to bust you, you bad little girl.” He started to press the tip of the crop into my wetness, swirling it between my slick, throbbing labia and spreading my juices up my crack.

  “Bust me…?” I whimpered. “Wha… what do you mean?”

  “There was no flood at the restaurant tonight, Sarah.” He pulled back the soft flat of leather that had been pressing into my glistening core, flipping the crop in his hand
in a graceful, practiced motion.

  “There wasn’t?” I was confused; he’d been in such a panic when he’d called.

  “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for years, Sarah. Every since I first saw you. I knew you were getting off on my bed, and I knew you’d be up here as soon as I left the house.”

  I couldn’t believe my ears. He’d known about my little dalliances in his bedroom all this time? I twisted on the bed to glance at him. “But… but you never said anything…” My voice failed me as I watched him over my shoulder. He stared directly into my eyes as he pressed the crop’s cylindrical handle with a small rounded tip up into the crack of my ass, pushing it against my puckered asshole, already wet from the spreading of my pussy juices.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  With my legs spread wide, I was open and completely vulnerable to my stepfather's will. “Oh god, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “What are you going to do with that?” I knew exactly what he was planning. I wanted him to make me his dirty little girl, I wanted him to fuck me in the ass with that riding crop.

  Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long. He started rotating the tip of the crop, pushing against my asshole, slowly penetrating millimetre my millimetre. I clenched as the wet, slippery tip of the handle pushed past my outer sphincter, stretching my delicate tissues in a way they hadn’t ever before.

  “Have you ever been fucked in the asshole before little girl?” Daddy asks me as the handle was pushed in another inch.

  “No Daddy,” I responded. “But I really, really want it. I really want you to make me your dirty little girl.”