He was so close, that subtle scent of money and expensive cologne wafted in my nostrils with every shallow breath and I thought my heart was beating so hard it might have been making my breasts quiver. I knew that when you were kissed, you were supposed to close your eyes but, when Tony’s lips touched me, they opened wide.
This was no light peck, nothing sickly-sweet, this was raw sexual hunger. Tony kissed me deeper and deeper, probing with his tongue, forcing my mouth wide open and stealing my breath.
I felt that heavy cock of his touching my belly as I squirmed under the assault of his kiss, and let loose a muffled squeal when he took my hand and wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft. It felt dangerous, like I had my hand on the button in the President’s office.
When Tony let our lips part, I panted for air and he stayed just over me, watching my struggle between desperate need for his cock and confusion at how fast everything was going. His hand curled around the back of my neck and he squeezed my breast with his other hard and a spark of pleasure jolted me between the legs.
Tony caught that flash of desire cross my face and smirked knowingly, pulling the cup of the bra down and pinching my rock-hard nipple just to watch my reaction again. I gripped his cock like it was a life preserver.
“Atagirl, Selena. You want to be my dirty little slut, don’t you?”
I opened my mouth a few times, taken back by the vulgarity of the question despite where our respective hands were. The words weren’t easy to come by and I licked my lips nervously, trying to cling on to some romantic notion that a man wasn’t supposed to call a woman a dirty little slut.
Smack!
His hand left my breast and tapped me on the cheek, hard enough to sting, make an impressively loud sound, and turn my head to the side a bit. It wasn’t hard enough to imply that he’d lost control. No, it was exactly the opposite, he’d done it to show his control.
“I asked you a question. I can do anything I want to you, can’t I? Answer me.”
“Yes,” I spoke at the softer end of the whisper-scale.
“Speak up if you want this cock, Selena, and remember who you’re speaking to. If you are going to be in my bed, you better call me Daddy.”
“Yes… Daddy.”
“What can I do, Selena?”
“Anything… anything you want, Daddy.”
Tony sat up and shuffled forward until he was no longer straddling my legs, his knees were right up against my armpits and I let go of his cock as it towered over my face. My step-father looked down at me with pure lusty anticipation in his eyes.
“I am going to ruin you,” he said.
Taking his hard length in one hand he used it to tap me all over the face, my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. I found myself trying to kiss it, trap it with my lips so I could explore it with my tongue, but he kept on dick-slapping me until I felt cool air on smears of pre-cum left behind with each meaty impact.
“Yeah, you need that, don’t you?” he breathed.
My legs quivered with pleasure. I couldn’t have been happier than if he was stamping ‘Property of Tony’ all over me, I wished I could take a photo of my face at that moment.
His hand that had been curled around the back of my neck moved up into my hair and grabbed a fistful, holding me in place as he finally aimed his cock at my mouth. I opened wide, just in time to feel that fat head slide over the pillow of my lips to rest on the bed of my tongue.
I swallowed nervously around that thick masculine presence and looked up at him, looking for any sign that he was happy with me. His satisfaction couldn’t have been any more obvious than if the sign was fifty feet square and in bright orange neon.
“Holy shit… this is the first time you’ve had a cock in your mouth, isn’t it?” he asked.
I nodded, as much as I was able to.
“Damn… you look like you were born to suck dick, Selena. Suck it, rub your tongue on it, I’m going to fuck your face like you’re a whore.”
Tony started rocking his hips back and forth enough to make the ridge of his cock rub against my lips, then slide almost to the back of my throat. I did my best to follow his instructions, sucking until my cheeks pulled in and pressing my tongue against the underside of that incredible spear of manhood.
Almost as if it was a reward, Tony reached back and slid his fingertips downwards on my lower belly until they slipped under the waistband of my ill-gotten panties and before I knew it he was exploring my most carefully guarded place like he owned it. As good as my fingers had felt when I was imagining him touching me, the real thing was a whole other level of pleasure.
I couldn’t concentrate on the sucking and licking anymore as his skilled fingers turned me into a moaning, writhing, splay-legged bundle of orgasmic energy. Tony didn’t seem to care, and only started thrusting harder and faster to make up for my lack of coordination.
He teased my folds, occasionally hooking into my tight entrance to pull out more of my slippery nectar. He made me so wet it was like there was a constant trickle and when his fingers were sopping wet, he began concentrating on my clit, flicking a single finger back and forth across it at almost super-human speed.
My brows knitted in wonder as I looked up at him. My thighs shivered in time with his movement and still the sawed that glorious cock of his in and out of my mouth without missing a beat.
I felt like I was on the slope of a mountain and my orgasm was a huge snowball bearing down on me, getting bigger and bigger with every fraction of a second. It bordered on scary.
My step-father’s hard rod in my mouth, and his finger on my clit filled my world, dominating all my senses. The taste of him, the squelching sound of his cock pistonning into my wet mouth, and above all else the promise of pure ecstasy. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I moaned like the whore he’d called me when my orgasm blasted me down the imagined mountainside. Every muscle in my body flexed and shuddered with the sheer power of it and for the first time in my life I thought I might actually faint.
At the height of my pleasure, Tony thrust forward deeper than ever and the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. My eyes bulged, teared-up, and still he pushed forward and maintained that constant flickering of his finger on my clit.
I didn’t have the strength in my arms to push him away, weak with bliss as they were, and the thought of him stopping that magical touch on my little go-button was unthinkable. Tony was in control, not me, and he wanted to force that cock into my throat come hell or high water.
Tears quickly streamed down my face as hard and utterly forbidden dick pushed and pushed until, with the miraculous sense of pressure released, he started sliding forwards again and inch after inch of his length passed my lips. A few short seconds later, his balls came to rest on my chin, my air supply was completely cut off and he was still eking out every last bit of pleasure from my teen body that he could.
That lack of air seemed to prolong my orgasm, teasing the tail-end out for almost a minute until my face was red with the desperate need for oxygen. Just when I thought the last thing I was going to see was a close-up view of my Daddy’s pelvis, he pulled back.
A thick bridge of saliva connected my mouth to his dick for a moment before it fell to my chest as I gasped for air. Tony manhandled me as I did my best to recover, rolling me to the side so he could unclasp the sexy red bra with a snap of his fingers and yank it off me.
He moved back even more, and leaned down to take each of my nipples into his mouth in turn, flicking his tongue across them with the same intensity that had resulted in something akin to a spiritual experience for my clit. However, unlike myself, it seemed like Tony’s sexual hunger hadn’t been fed, not even a little bit.
After sucking my tits so well that I had no hope of catching my breath, he moved between my legs and pulled the panties off that had been meant for my mother. My virgin pussy was laid out before him on a silver platter, and I gulped when I remembered how he said he was going to ruin me.
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sp; The weapon between his legs was so thick, so long, when I thought about how tightly my pussy gripped my fingers it was almost comical to think that such a thing could go inside me. The look on Tony’s face told me everything I needed to know about whether that was a concern for him, and when he gripped his shaft halfway down and pointed it at my pristine sex I realised he had forgotten about birth control too.
“Wait, T… uh… Daddy! We need a condom, I’m not on the pill.”
Tony looked at me as if I’d told him that the Earth was flat. “If you think I’m going to put a piece of rubber between me and that perfect little pink pussy of yours, you’re wrong.”
“But-“
Smack!
Tony slapped me for the second time and leaned forward again until his lips were right by my ear. I could feel that thick cock of his prodding at my petals and all I wanted to do was have it impale me, but I was too young to get pregnant!
“If you want this cock, you’re gonna have to beg for it now, Selena. Go on. Tell me to fuck you hard, if you want it.”
Tony moved his hips just enough to put a tiny bit of pressure against my opening and every fibre of my being except for some last bastion of common sense screamed out to give him what he wanted because he had what I needed. It wasn’t fair… he held all the cards.
I looked him in the eye and gulped, resigned to my fate. “F… fuck me hard, Daddy, because I belong to you.”
Tony gave that knowing smirk again and wrapped his arm around the back of my neck, gripping my shoulder tight and holding me in place as he pushed forward and the pressure mounted on my tight and untested opening. It was incredible how much bigger it felt trying to get into my pussy than it had when it had slid into my mouth. Surely, surely, this was impossible. I squealed with the growing pain and held on tight.
My step-father sucked on my neck and I was sure he was leaving a love-bite that would make my mother ground me, but I had no spare capacity to even think about that as Tony tried to perform a miracle that would be deserving of sainthood if he managed it.
“Ow! Owowowowowow! Daddy! OW! It hurts!”
“I know, princess, but you’re doing so well. Take Daddy’s cock, take it.”
As soon as he said ‘princess’ it was like he’d spoken the magic password. A wave of joy passed through me and, all at once, I felt the head of his cock slip into my virgin tunnel.
Tony turned my head to face him and entwined me in another deep kiss, and I yelped in the midst of it when he tore through my hymen with a short, sharp, thrust of his hips, driving his huge tool into my unprotected depths. If it hadn’t happened, I never would have believed it.
Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined this sensation of fullness. My pussy burned with every movement of him inside me, and Tony wasted no time in fucking me to within an inch of my life.
Our bodies met with rapid slapping noises and every squeal and yelp I made with the effort of accommodating his massive presence only seemed to fuel him to harder, faster, deeper thrusts.
I loved him, but this wasn’t making love. This was getting fucked hard and used for every scrap of pleasure your virgin body could be used for. After all the ecstasy he had given me, he was taking everything he wanted and ruining me just as much as he said he would. How could any sex compare to this?
Tony reached down with both arms and hooked them behind my knees, pulling my legs up over his shoulders. The position let him fuck me even deeper, as if he was making sure that no matter what happened, no other cock could claim any virgin ground in my pussy. I was his.
My perky tits shook with every impact and after a few minutes I realised that, regardless of how much pleasure he was taking from me, he was giving some too. That fire changed and grew, becoming something much more like the climax I’d just had several minutes ago.
My pussy squeezed and released him as he fucked me, as if my body was milking him for his seed. Tony groaned with satisfaction in response, breaking his rhythm for a few strokes just to pound into me especially hard, before resuming his furious pace.
“Daddy… Daddy, please… can you… call me your little princess?”
“Oh fuck… you are, Selena, you’re Daddy’s little princess…”
The muscles in my pussy fluttered with the first hints of my orgasm and then clamped down on his thrusting length, adding to my virginal tightness. Tony’s eyes almost rolled back in his head and he grunted at the same moment I felt a hot splash of his creamy gift drenching my depths.
I was humming with bliss, every nerve in my body hyper-sensitive to any touch, and I squeezed my eyes shut to block out any distractions to the pleasure.
Jet after jet of sperm soaked my pussy. There was so much I couldn’t even fathom the possibility that I wouldn’t get pregnant from this. Tony was claiming more than my virginity, he was claiming my whole body, my whole life, and I couldn’t have been happier. Anything to be his little princess again.
After an eternity of cumming, Tony rolled to the side and pulled me against him. I trailed my fingers over his abs and then his cock, which was slick with our combined juices. I felt like I could have stayed there forever.
“Can I keep the bra and panties, Daddy?” I asked dreamily.
“I think that would be for the best, princess,” he said.
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His Little Princess Again 2
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"You feel this? You want it?”
Liam, the man of the house, used to call Penny his little princess. Lately though, he doesn't seem to notice the inexperienced brat at all. When some expensive lingerie gets delivered while everybody else is out, Penny decides to treat herself to some special alone time while wearing it.
Liam comes home early and finds Penny in the most compromising of positions, and so he decides it's time to give her what she's been pining for, and give it to her hard. Liam is almost too big and when Penny notices he isn't using protection she has to make a choice.
If she wants to be his little princess again, she's going to have to let him do it his way, even if that means giving him an heir!
Kinks/Sub-Genres
Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Rough Sex, Virgin
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It was a foregone conclusion from the moment I saw that box. I never should have done it, it wasn’t addressed to me after all, but when I saw the words “La Salope Sale” on the side, my curiosity was piqued.
I knew the store, of course, everybody did. How many times had my friends and I stole glances in the window display at the lingerie sold there? Countless times, that’s how many.
This was a lingerie store that had a doorman, for fuck sake. We used to dream of having a boyfriend who could not only afford to buy things from there, but who thought we were special enough to deserve it.
As if the box alone wasn’t enough, the card that came with it sealed the deal. It was from my step father, Liam, and addressed to my mom.
‘The next time I see you, I want you wearing this and nothing else… I’m going to make you scream…’
I sat o
n the sofa with the box next to me, trying to hold myself back, but eventually failing. I held it lightly on each side and lifted it up so the bottom part slid out and fell back to the cushion.
Sitting on a bed of scented tissue paper was the most beautiful set of bra and panties I’d ever seen. I looked behind myself on either side. Even though I knew nobody else was home it would have been so embarrassing to be caught that I had to check.
I set the top of the box down and reached forward, picking the bra up by the straps and holding it up in front of me like a delicate and priceless artifact. It was so silky smooth, I caressed the material with my fingers and then, with a guilty gulp, held it against myself.
When I did that, I remembered that my mom and I wore the same size clothes and I bit my bottom lip. Surely it wouldn’t hurt if I simply… tried it on? Looking at the clock, I had two or three hours until Liam was due home, and my mom was arriving at the airport late tonight after visiting Grandma, so time was on my side at least.
I thought about the note that Liam sent and closed my eyes, imagining it was for me. It was a silly fantasy, he barely even acknowledged my existence anymore.
He’d met and married my mom just after I started school and I still remembered the immeasurable difference he made in our lives. I used to get teased because my uniform was second-hand, and not even good second-hand. It was worn and shabby-looking and everybody said I looked like a hobo.
Then Liam came along and, one day, after having breakfast and brushing my teeth, I went back to my room and found a brand new uniform laid out for me. Shortly after that we moved in with him and I absolutely basked in his attention.
Everybody seemed to respect him, to listen to what he said. I had no idea what his job was at that age but I used to almost burst with pride whenever he dropped everything, like a meeting with some colleague at our house, just to look at some picture I’d drawn or something like that. He used to call me his little princess.
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