Take All of It September 2019
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My step-daddy was rubbing and slapping his dick all over my pussy, and I couldn’t have been any happier than if he was writing his claim of ownership on my skin. My juices mixed with his and smeared all over his cock until I could see it glistening in the light.
When the tip of Liam’s cock homed in on my tight entrance and he began pushing forward, I placed my hands on his hips in surprise.
“Wait, L-… uh… Daddy! We need to get a condom.”
Liam looked at me as if I’d told him he should put sugar in his gas tank. “If you think I’m going to let a piece of rubber get between my cock and your tight little pussy, you’re mistaken.”
“But… I’m not on the p-pill, what if I get pregnant?”
“Then you’ll be mine, forever. What’s it gonna be, Penny? You feel this cock? You want it?”
Liam put the tiniest bit of extra pressure against my virginal opening. He’d barely got the tip inside and it already felt like my entrance was stretched to its limit. The answer to his question was that I wanted it so damn much. I gulped, getting pregnant was a risk I was going to have to take. Liam held all the cards.
“Fuck me hard, Daddy,” I whispered.
The man married to my mother gave that all-knowing smirk again and pushed forward even harder. I held my breath and gritted my teeth as my untested entrance became a taut ring of fire, until I couldn’t bear it anymore and let it all out in a grunt of pain.
“Ow! OW, Daddy! It hurts!”
“Feels good to me, princess,” said Liam.
Time stood still for a moment as the words echoed in my ears. I’d yearned to hear him say something like that for years now, and the reality was better than I’d even hoped for. I felt like I was falling in love, and I wanted to give him what he wanted.
I pushed back and felt another fraction of an inch slide into me. Liam reached forward and held on to my shoulders, pulling my entire body against him, increasing that pressure until, with a wave of relief, I felt his head slip in and nuzzle up against the last bastion of my virginity.
Carefully, as if he suddenly wanted to be gentle, Liam leaned down again and regathered the fistful of hair he had previously gripped, holding my head still so I was looking right into his eyes. He was so close, his scent was all around me, his fat cock was in me, he was my whole world at that point.
Tightening his grip for a second, he suddenly thrust forward, obliterating my hymen and driving his entire length into my untouched depths so fast that his balls hit my ass with a resounding slapping sound. I screamed and squirmed but he held on so firmly that, no matter how much my arms and legs flailed, his cock stayed exactly where he wanted it.
Even before I became still again, Liam started pounding into me, giving my tight teen tunnel no time to get used to the sensation of an impossibly thick cock. I squealed and moaned under him in equal measures, every sound I made only seeming to push him to new heights of hard-fucking enthusiasm.
The car swayed from side to side, the leather seat bounced and creaked and I saw, through eyes almost squeezed shut, the windows quickly steam up as I thrashed my head from side to side. My pussy was burning with the intensity of my step-father’s thrusting. When he said he was going to fuck hard, he really meant it.
Slowly but surely, the power of Liam’s jack-hammering cock pushed me up against the side of the car like it was a headboard and I pressed at it with both hands to stop myself from getting a concussion. This only served to push me against my step-father even harder, and I heard him let out a low groan of satisfaction.
I felt tears streaming from the corners of my eyes and I was just about to beg him to stop, I was too tight to take him, when that burning started changing into something else. It was sort of like that feeling I had when I sat outside their room and stroked my clit to a muffled climax, but there was some spot inside my pussy that was the centre of sensation now, and every time the ridge of his cock slid past it, it felt a little bit less like pain and a little bit more like holy fucking shit I’m going to cum like the apocalypse.
My body, instinctively seeking that pleasure, began gripping at his cock and increasing the friction between us. Liam reached under my knees and pulled them up over his shoulders before resuming his hard thrusts, now deeper than ever.
On some of the harder strokes I could have sworn I felt the tip of his rigid length brushing against my cervix as my feet waved wildly up by the roof of the car. This was insane, this was so incredibly wrong, my Daddy’s huge cock was going to make me scream as I came like a little slut.
“P-please, D-daddy, w-would you, call me y-your little p-princess?”
Every time Liam pounded into me and our bodies met, it made it sound like I had a stutter, but I couldn’t care about that. I needed something from him to be truly complete, the man in my life, my Daddy, my king.
“You are, baby, you’re Daddy’s little princess. Fuck yeah.”
My pussy muscles clamped down on him in the first fluttery wave of my second orgasm in quick succession. Liam leaned into me, my legs still over his shoulders, practically folding me in half as he somehow found the energy to fuck me at breakneck speed for a few thrusts before pausing and I felt a huge hot splash of sperm blast my cervix.
He pulled almost all the way out, and then buried himself to the hilt again before another spurt joined the first. For the first time since he took my virginity, his movements lost their rhythm as he savoured the sensations of his own orgasm, using my pussy to milk out his pleasure just as much as it was milking out his semen into my fertile and unprotected depths.
In sex-ed, they never told us that men came this much. They said it was like a teaspoon, but my daddy was filling me up.
That warm feeling of his seed rode the waves of my own climax to my very extremities, making me feel like I was full of sunshine as my toes curled with the sheer bliss of it all. Every muscle I had was tensed, shaking with the effort as Liam used me for his own pleasure.
When everything was finally still again, all I could hear was the two of us catching our breath. Compared to what we’d just done, it felt like the silence of deep space.
Liam kissed me, deeply, and I got a faint taste of myself again as I realised that this was actually our first kiss. Our tongues played together and my jaw was almost sore with how wide I had to open it to accommodate the depth of that kiss. I was breathless when our lips finally parted and I could stare into his eyes again.
“Was I good, Daddy?” I asked.
“You were the best, princess,” he said. “I think you can quit your summer job. I know how you can earn your keep around here.”
That was fine by me.
When Liam exited the car, I followed and discovered the hands-on truth about his written promise to my mother regarding being unable to walk. Like a true gentleman, he scooped me up like he was carrying me over the threshold and it didn’t take me long to realise he was carrying me to his bedroom. I guessed I was going to start earning my keep right away.
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His Little Princess Again 3
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My stepfather was making my mother roleplay… as me.
Ethan, the man of the house, used to call Taylor his little princess. Lat
ely though, he doesn't seem to notice the inexperienced brat at all. When a very special item gets delivered while everybody else is out, Taylor decides to treat herself to some special alone time while using it.
Ethan comes home early and finds Taylor all tied up like a present for him 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. Ethan is almost too big and when Taylor 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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The box on the table kept on drawing my eye away from my textbooks. Special deliveries were always exciting, no matter who they were for, but I was even more intrigued by the little handwritten card attached to it.
The card itself was held closed by a heart-shaped sticker on the edge, but my curiosity got the better of me and by prying it open at the top and the bottom, I was able to read the note.
‘Something to keep my slutty little angel tied up until I get home tonight. Open in private and make sure you’re ready for me.’
I knew when I’d signed for the delivery man that the package was for my mother, and from the note I could see my stepfather, Ethan, was the sender. When I spotted his signature, I felt a little shiver remembering the last time I’d seen him before he left for work this morning.
Leaning down at the breakfast table to whisper in my mom’s ear, he never took his eyes off me. Whatever he said, it made my mom blush, and the way his eyes burned, I was squirming in my chair.
It was a wonder I’d managed to get any study done at all this morning, with a start like that. The all-knowing expression on his face almost made me believe that he knew my ‘little’ secret, that at some time I couldn’t exactly pinpoint, my puppy love had blossomed into full-blown forbidden lust for my stepfather.
Of course, I already knew that he knew when things had transitioned into the puppy love stage. I must have started acting differently, because he sure did. When I was growing up, he used to call me his little princess, but lately I almost felt like a business partner that lived in the same house as him, he was that formal.
The more distant he became, the more I wanted him, until he was all I could think of, and my puppy love was not so innocent anymore. I used to stare at him over the breakfast table and try to silently will him to walk around, knock the bowls of cereal to the floor, pick me up by my hair and force me to bend over and…
Phew.
But he never did. Not until this morning did he ever give me even the smallest hint that he might still have some feelings for his little princess.
The idea was simultaneously terrifying and a huge fucking turn on. What if he had a security camera that showed what I did when I was home alone? What if it showed how I sneaked into their bedroom whenever I got the chance?
On the one hand, oh my God how embarrassing. How could I ever show my face in public again? What if he told somebody? What if he told my mom? What if he knew that deep down, I hadn’t really been saving myself for marriage… I’d been saving myself for him, for the one man I could never possibly have? This would be end-of-the-world level embarrassment for sure.
Then, on the other hand, if he did know… he hadn’t said anything yet. Maybe he was enjoying the idea of him and me together, of taking my virginity. What if that security camera really did exist and he was watching me masturbate all those times while calling his name?
A hot flush and a spark of pleasure between my legs made me gasp. I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was almost lunchtime anyway. I had time before I was going to head out to meet my friends at the mall.
Maybe, since my mom had gone out with a friend, I could answer the call my body had just reminded me of like some kind of biological alarm clock. A study break would do me good, clear my head and make me all the better prepared for my exams next week.
Pushing my chair back, the same one I’d been sitting in when Ethan locked eyes with me and, I was sure, talked dirty to my mom, I rose to my feet. Then that box caught my eye again.
It was only held closed with regular old packing tape, we had some in a drawer. It took a much shorter time than it should have for my naughty side to convince me to carefully open the box.
All I wanted to do was look in there to see what a man like Ethan bought his “slutty angel.” All the better to help me imagine that it was me he was calling that.
I used the little scissors from my pencil case as my mind was clouded by thoughts of being all wrapped up in Ethan’s arms, my legs spread as he forced his huge cock into me. It was only a guess that his cock was huge, because all I had to go on was what I could hear through their bedroom door or through the walls. Judging by the way he made my mom moan and whimper, even squeal, I thought it was probably a good guess.
Opening the cardboard box was a bit anticlimactic. Inside, all I could see was a bunch of packaging and a smallish wooden chest. I hoped it wasn’t a joke gift, with box after box like those Russian nesting dolls.
I carefully lifted the lid on the chest and gasped. There was the treasure.
Sitting right on top of some other stuff was a long, thick, incredibly realistic-looking dildo. My jaw dropped as I tried to wrap my mind around the logistics of using it for anything beyond putting it on the mantelpiece and talking about it in hushed, reverent, tones.
Hanging around the base was a little booklet on a string, and the front page of that said “Feel Familiar Inc. Create Your Own Replica For That Familiar Feeling.” My eyes went even wider when I read those words.
That particular company had been discussed extensively in a current affairs program a few months ago in a segment about the country’s declining morals. Who in their right mind would want to create such a lifelike replica of their, or their partner’s, genitalia, the pearl-clutching interviewee had asked.
Well, one of my friends at school managed to get our math teacher’s, so there was one, I supposed.
My friend never actually showed us her custom Mr. Garrett toy, though she did rave about how incredible it was when she used it to make videos for him, so this was my first real-life look at the work of Feel Familiar Inc. If this was what I thought it was, then I was looking at the holy grail of my fantasies of Ethan.
Almost as if I was in a dream, I saw my hand reaching towards it. It wasn’t meant for me. It wasn’t mine. But maybe, just for a few seconds, I could pretend it was.
My fingertips hovered over it for a few seconds and I could hardly believe how small my hand looked next to its girth. It was almost as if there was some invisible barrier around it, made from the desperate protests of my better judgement.
Touching that dildo would be almost as forbidden as touching the real thing. I couldn’t do it, it was so wrong.
But I needed to.
I forced through the barrier and rested my hand on the sex toy for the first time, breathing out quietly in awe at the feel of it. Having never touched a real cock before, aside from through clothes when boys danced with me at parties and pushed their bulges against my ass, I didn’t have anything to compare it to, but it felt so lifelike that I swore I could almost sense it throbbing with lust.
Maybe it was just my own heart hammering in my chest though, it was certainly loud enough in my ears. I wrapped my fingers around it as far as I could and lifted it out of the box until it waggled back and forth with sexual promises right in front of my face.
Everything about it was hypnotic, the way it swayed, the weight, the texture, and especially the shape of it. I wanted to take it to bed and cuddle it all night like a teddy bear, but not until it had given me the orgasm of a lifetime.
Having it right in my hands wasn’t helping with my willpower either. It was making me feel… funny, to say the least. I was short of breath, and my skin was feeling tingly, especially between my legs. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I reached down there and found that I was noticeably wet already.
My eyes just kept on traversing its length up and down, side to side as it wobbled, and my body responded like I was a puppet on a string. Aesthetically, I couldn’t say what I liked about it… but at the same time it was the most glorious thing I’d ever seen.
With heart-breaking determination, I started to lower it back into the chest, so I could run away to my parents’ room and get my hands between my legs to clear my head. Then I saw what was next on top of the pile of things in there.
It was undeniably a cheerleader uniform, and I recognized the yellow, black and white of my school straight away. Setting the dildo down at the edge of the chest, I picked the uniform up by the coat hanger and it unfolded in front of me.
Clear as day on the front was “S.G.H.S,” my school. I turned it around to look at the back and dropped it with a little gasp.
It fell into crumpled heap at my feet and I jumped back as if it was a snake. It was a good minute or two before I gathered the courage to pick it up again, and my hand was shaking as I lifted it.
No. I wasn’t hallucinating. Printed on the back, in the exact same size and style as it was on my real uniform, was my name, “Taylor.” What was this doing in a chest with that sex toy and… what else was in here?