“Mm!” I moaned and nodded softly.
“Take my, ugh… Take my load in your mouth, and swallow it. Swallow it all. If I see even a single drop of cum on your lips, I’ll spank you. But if it’s clean…” He tilted his head back and leaned it against the wall. “I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk afterwards.”
I wrapped my lips tighter around Vincent’s cock and started sucking hard and fast, determined to make him cum as soon as possible. He moaned again, pulling my hair into a tighter grip. I could feel his swollen cock tease the back of my mouth whenever I went too far down, stretching the opening of my throat. His fingers shivered when I did, and his breath seemed to almost stop completely.
I looked up at him while sucking, seeing his head leaned back against the walls, and his eyes closed in an expression of pure bliss. I could make him enjoy it more, I thought and rolled my tongue around the tip of his cock, making him squirm.
Inhaling deeply through my nose, I pulled his foreskin down and started moving my lips further down onto his cock. The tip slipped into my esophagus and stretched it open, making it harder to breathe. Vincent gasped in surprise and his cock pulsated heavily in my hand, seemingly growing even larger.
“Oh yeah,” He grunted. “That’s good… hnng, take it all in, baby.”
He moved his hands to the back of my head and took hold of it with a firm grip. While I slowly moved my lips further and further down onto his cock, Vincent started to rock his hips back and forth. His cock slipped deeper into my throat with each push, until I could suddenly feel the base of his shaft hit my upper lip. My mouth was absolutely filled, my lips stretched wide and thin.
His cock started to swell with cum, ready to burst at any moment. I kept sucking and stroking his shaft with my tongue and lips, already feeling the rewarding, salty flavor on my tongue. With one final push, Vincent pressed his cock all the way inside of me and emptied himself. His cum, warm and gooey, went straight down my stretched throat before I knew what was happening.
I moaned uncomfortably when he pulled himself out, his cock slipping slowly out of my sore, aching throat. He took his cock out of my mouth and a drip of cum fell onto my lip. I stuck my tongue out quickly and licked it up, swallowing it before Vincent had a chance to see.
“Are you pleased now… daddy?” I asked and smiled up at him coyly.
“Daddy is very pleased,” Vincent said and winked. “Stand up.”
I quickly stood up and licked my lips, making sure there was no stray cum left on them. Vincent forced his finger in between my lip and pried my mouth open. With his finger hooked around my lip and holding it open, he used his other hand to feel around inside my mouth—behind my teeth, underneath my tongue, and even down my throat. I held back a gag and held my mouth open like a good girl while he inspected my mouth.
“Am I clean?” I asked anxiously when he took his finger out. As much as I’d love to be spanked by Vincent, I wanted to be fucked by him more. A lot more.
“Hmmm…” Vincent answered.
“Please…” I mumbled, feeling my soaking wet pussy leak and stain my panties. “Please fuck me.”
“I better not find any cum left on my cock when I fuck you,” Vincent said warningly. “Or I’ll spank your pussy until your lips turn blue.”
The thought of Vincent’s hand on my pussy—even if it was a spanking—caused a shiver to travel through my body. My bottom lip shook when I looked up at him, both from nervosity and arousal.
“Now turn around and bend over on the bed like the good little whore you are,” Vincent commanded.
I eagerly did what he said, practically skipping across the room towards my bed. When I bent over, I could feel my short skirt hike up and expose the lower half of my buttocks, and the swollen pussy in between. Vincent walked up and placed his hand right over my panties, rubbing, squeezing and tugging at my swollen pussy lips until I winced and moaned.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I almost wept. I was so aroused that my pussy had swelled to twice its size, and pussy juice was dribbling down the inside of my thigh. My legs were shaking beneath me and tears were burning behind my eyelids. I could have cum from the gentlest of touch—his cock rubbing against my clit, or a single finger penetrating my tight hole—but he was keeping me on the edge, in absolute agony.
Vincent moved his hands to the side and grabbed my panties, slowly pulling them down over my hips just enough to expose my pussy. When I felt his stiff, fat cock brush against my dripping wet opening, I shivered.
His cock penetrated my outer lips and barely—just barely—entered me. I could feel my hole spread open around the tip of his cock and grip it tightly; every muscle in my lower body as tense as a pulled bow string.
“Deeper,” I begged. “Please!”
Vincent pushed forward gently, letting the whole head of his cock slip into me. Despite its size, his cock entered me with ease as my walls stretched around his massive thickness. But that wasn’t enough. My pussy was still throbbing with need—a need to be filled to the brim and more, impaled on Vincent’s cock like a medieval torture victim.
He pushed forward again, and again, and I cried out in pleasure when his shaft stretched my pussy wide apart.
“Have you had enough yet?” Vincent asked, threatening to pull out. It was almost as if he enjoyed watching me squirm and beg, and judging from his swelling cock… I wasn’t wrong.
“No, please,” I begged. “I’ve been a good whore, haven’t I?!
“You have,” Vincent agreed. “I’ll give you what you want, but only because you’re begging for it so badly. You better take a deep breath…”
He pulled himself back and, with a powerful thrust of his hips, thrusted his cock all the way inside of me. My lips spread open wider than I ever believed possible, swallowing Vincent’s cock until all you could see was his ball sack clapping against my buttocks. The tip of his cock rammed against my inner wall, causing me to let out a cry of both pain and pleasure. Seconds later, Vincent’s hand reached around and landed on top of my mouth.
“Shush, whore,” He commanded. “You don’t even want to know what I’ll do to you if someone catches us because of your wailing. Now, take my cock and shut your mouth like a good little whore.”
“Mm-hm,” I nodded agreeably and mouthed and apology into the palm of his hand, wondering if he even heard it.
“Good,” Vincent started moving his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of me slowly.
I moaned softly and pressed my buttocks against him, trying to stop his cock from slipping out of me. Every thrust of his hips was pure bliss; a physical pleasure that I never wanted to end. It wasn’t going to take much for me to orgasm—a few strokes, at the most.
“If I take my hand off now, are you going to be quiet?” Vincent asked sternly. He lifted his hand for a brief moment to allow me to answer.
“Yes,” I said softly. “I’ll be quiet for you, daddy.”
“Good…” He let his hand drop to the side and placed it on my buttocks, squeezing and holding my cheeks firmly. Quiet whimpers still escaped my mouth, but since they weren’t loud enough to be heard from the hallway, Vincent seemed to accept them. “Yeah… my cock makes you cry, doesn’t it?” He chuckled.
I could feel a familiar sensation take over my body, quickly growing stronger and stronger in intensity. It was the same feeling I’d had in my dream last night, except infinitely more strong and overwhelming. I gripped the bedsheets with my hands until my knuckles turned white and held my breath.
It was like a rocket had gone off inside of me. It started in my pussy and slowly spread through my thighs and all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. It washed over me like a powerful wave in the ocean, again and again, and with each wave I let out a soft, pleasurable moan.
“Ah… ah…” I moaned. “Vincent…”
“Yeah, there we go,” He responded and slapped his hand over my buttocks, making a loud sound. “You couldn’t even handle a minute
of my cock, you little whore.”
“I’m sorry,” I moaned, but I wasn’t really—and I’m sure Vincent knew that too. It was the best orgasm I’d ever had in my entire life, not that I’d had that many. To be brought over the edge at the hands of an experienced man who knew what he was doing, was always going to be better than a vibrator or a dildo—or even my own hands.
My body felt tired and warm all over, and when the waves started to subside, I slowly slumped down on my side onto the mattress. Vincent’s cock slipped out of me, along with what felt like a bucket of pussy juice, and he lay down beside me on his back. His hand rested on my side, slowly stroking and caressing my hip.
“How was that?” Vincent whispered into my ear. “Was it like in your dream?”
“No,” I shook my head slowly. “It was better.”
Vincent chuckled. “I sure hope so, my little whore. Do you know what?”
“What?” I asked curiously.
“You’re my little fuck toy now, do you know that?”
I turned my head and looked into his eyes. They were dark blue, like steel, and very beautiful. But most of all, they were serious. “What does that mean?” I asked.
“It means you’re not allowed to have sex, or even masturbate, without asking me first. Everything sexual in your life, even your thoughts and dreams, go through me. If you as much as think about letting your hand slide in between your legs and touch that beautiful, tight cunt of yours—you tell me, and I’ll tell if you’re allowed to touch yourself or not. You’re my fuck toy now. All right?”
My cheeks were burning red and my heart pounded like a jackhammer in my chest. He looked into my eyes expectantly, seemingly waiting for an answer—or my approval. It’s my choice, I realized. I was Vincent’s whore fuck toy now, for him to do whatever he wanted with whether I liked it or not. But only if I accepted his terms.
“All right,” I said finally. “I’m your little whore… daddy.”
* * *
Punishment and Reward
”I got horny again…” I wrote and thought for a moment, biting my bottom lip. “I wish you were here to do something about it.” I added and hit send.
“Who are you texting?” Emily asked and looked up from the TV screen. Vincent and my mom were away on their honeymoon, so she’d come over to watch horror movies with me on the big screen in the living room while we still could.
“Oh, nobody,” I said and quickly turned my phone off. “Just a friend.”
The truth is that I was texting my stepfather, Vincent. After we had sex on his and my mother’s wedding night, he’d asked me if I wanted to be his sex toy. I was his good little whore, forced to tell him when I was horny, and never masturbating without telling him first.
Fine by me, I thought. Taboo as it was, it turned me on like crazy. Besides, my vibrator was so tiny in comparison to Vincent’s cock that it didn’t even satisfy me anymore. Luckily, he was coming home tonight, so I wouldn’t have to wait too long before he’d bury his cock inside me again.
This wasn’t exactly my first time texting Vincent since he left, but I still got butterflies in my stomach every time I did it. I wished that he’d come back right now and fuck me again--and again, and again!--but for now, I had to satisfy with him commanding me through text.
“Hello?” Emily said suddenly. Surprised, I turned my head and looked at her.
“Sorry,” I blurted out and smiled apologetically. “Did you say something? I got lost in my thoughts.”
“Yeah, you’ve been doing that a lot lately,” Emily said and rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I was just asking about your stepfather…”
“…yeah?” I asked nervously. She couldn’t know… could she? “What about him?”
“He’s gone, right?” She raised her eyebrows meaningfully. “So we should totally go rummage through his bedroom!”
“You mean his and mom’s bedroom,” I corrected her. “But that’s not the point! Why do you want to snoop through his things?!”
“Well, you know,” Emily shrugged gleefully. “I bet he has something hidden somewhere. Like… old love letters, drugs… a dildo.”
“What! Vincent does not have a dildo.”
“How would you know?!” Emily defended herself. “I bet he’s secretly gay. He kind of looks like it, don’t you think? Straight men don’t dress that stylishly!”
“Sure they do. And Vincent is not gay,” I snorted. I would know, I thought and smiled secretively. “He likes m… women.”
“Gee, you always have to be such a buzz kill,” Emily complained. “Can’t you just let me have my dreams?”
“Sorry,” I said and grinned. “Did I ruin your fantasy about my stepfather?”
“Yeah, but you can make it up to me by coming with me upstairs,” She said and sprung to her feet.
“To do… what exactly?” I asked, feeling my phone vibrate in my hand.
“To look through his things, of course!” Emily said and started running up the stairs. “Are you coming?”
“Ugh,” I muttered. “I don’t like this… they could be home any minute.”
I walked behind her up the stairs, checking my phone while she couldn’t see. When I saw that there was an unread message from Vincent, I almost dropped my phone in excitement.
“I don’t believe you,” He wrote. “Take a picture of your wet pussy and send it to me, and maybe I’ll change my mind.”
With my heart pounding in my chest, I turned off the screen and stuck my phone deep into my pocket. I couldn’t risk Emily seeing it. Sure, we joked about fucking Vincent and how attractive it was, but it was nothing but childish banter. If she knew that I’d actually had sex with him, and that I was even going to send him filthy pictures of myself, she would judge me beyond belief. No… this had to be my secret.
I followed Emily through the open door to my parents’ bedroom and saw her standing in front of the dresser. She’d pulled open the top drawer, which happened to be Vincent’s underwear drawer, and was busy rummaging through his boxers and socks.
“Are you finding anything?” I asked. Emily was so curious sometimes, it was almost a miracle that she hadn’t gotten into any huge trouble from it. To be completely fair, though, I was a little bit curious too. Who knew what Vincent could be hiding?
“No, not yet,” Emily answered. “But I’ve only looked through one drawer so far! There has to be something, somewhere…”
“At least put everything back the way you found it,” I said. “I don’t want mom knowing we were in here.”
“Stop worrying so much!” Emily said. “You’ll get wrinkles or something.”
“I’m sure you’d be worried too if I was digging through Greg’s underwear drawer!” I protested, referring to Emily’s mother’s husband.
“Well, duh,” Emily turned her head and rolled her eyes at me. “That’s different. He’s like, my dad. He practically raised me. Vincent’s more like… your mom’s husband. You know?”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” I mumbled. In a way, I was jealous of Emily. She had something that I’d never had, and never would have--a father. My mother had dated many men since my father left, but none of them had ever made an effort to get close to me. Not that I made it easy for them… I thought and smiled to myself. But at least I had Vincent now--my very own daddy.
While we were talking, Emily had gone through all three drawers in the dresser and found nothing. At least she put everything back nicely, I thought while she darted across the room towards Vincent’s side of the bed. I watched silently while she pulled open the night stand drawer and lifted out some magazines.
“A-ha!” She said suddenly.
“You found something?!” I asked with big eyes.
“Yeah, I found something all right,” Emily giggled and pulled something out of the drawer. It was a pair of black, fuzzy handcuffs. “Did you know your stepdad was into kinky stuff?” She asked and dangled the cuffs in front of my eyes.
“Oh my God!” I blurted out
. “N-no, I had no idea.” I lied.
“Meh,” Emily shrugged. “I can totally see it. Imagine that you’re laid out on the bed, your legs spread wide with your feet tied to the bedposts and your hands cuffed above your head. Mmm…” She got a dreamy look on her face while she stared up at the roof and bit her lip softly. “Doesn’t that turn you on?”
“Uhh…” I laughed nervously. “Maybe a little.”
The truth was, I was soaking wet. I was already wet before she asked that, but I was wet now too. That reminded me of Vincent’s text message, and how I hadn’t given him what he asked for yet. I wonder if Emily would mind if I slipped away for a moment, I thought.
“Hey, I’m gonna go away for a moment…” I said and started walking backwards towards the door. “I need to… go to the bathroom.” I lied and nodded down the hallway. “Will you be okay in here?”
“Sure,” Emily smiled widely. “I wonder if your stepdad has more of this kind of stuff somewhere?”
“Maybe,” I shrugged from the doorway. “I wouldn’t know.”
At least that wasn’t a lie, I thought and briskly walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. “I’m alone now,” I texted Vincent while wiggling my jeans down over my hips. “Are you?”
My panties had soaked through, and you could see a round, wet stain in the white fabric. I tilted the camera down and took a quick shot of that first, figuring that Vincent might get a kick out of it, and hit send.
“Yeah, I’m alone,” He answered immediately. “You better still be that wet when I come home in a moment, little whore.”
“I will be.” I wrote back and giggled to myself. “But Emily is here.”
“Get rid of your friend,” Vincent wrote. “But not before you pull down those panties and show me what’s underneath…”
I pulled down my panties and let my fingers wander in between my folds to feel the wetness. It felt good, so good that I would have started to touch myself if Emily wasn’t in the other room. When I pulled my fingers back out, they were dripping with pussy juice. I turned my camera towards my pussy and took a picture with my fingers in the shot too.
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