by Candy Quinn
“I’m sorry,” I bring out. “I was just-“
“Shut up!” He interrupts. “From now on, you’ll shut up and just do what I tell you to, understand?”
“Yes, daddy,” I reply.
“Now,” he continues. “I’m not sure if you can handle this cock as your first. Prove yourself.”
He invitingly wiggles his rock hard erection in front of my face and pushes me forward with the hand that is still grabbing my hair.
I willingly open my mouth as far as possible and take him between my lips.
"No teeth!" He warns as he forces his way inside.
My reply is suffocated by his gigantic cock. I gag and moan as he slowly pushes himself further and further until it becomes almost impossible for me to breathe. My mouth is already opened as wide as possible, but his girth is too overwhelming, making it almost impossible to not drape along his length with my teeth while I try to take him as good as I can. I wrap my lips around him as I lick the underside of his shaft.
His moan suggests that I am doing a good job. It makes me proud and I would smile, if I could. His hand closes around my hair again and he starts pushing me back and forth with accelerating speed, forcing his impressive cock so deep inside that it bumps against the back of my throat, causing me to gag. I am desperately fighting for air, but he does not give me a break. Instead, his motions become more powerful, brute and merciless, as he fucks my throat like no one has ever done before.
"No teeth!" He repeats, withdrawing himself to give me a chance to breathe.
He tilts my head back and forces me to look up to him. Tears are running down my cheeks and I am panting, taking in as much air as possible, because I don't know how much time he will give me.
"You tried," he assesses. "Let's see if your tiny pussy holds up better than your bratty mouth. Lie back."
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I gulp and do as I am told, placing myself on my back. The see through fabric of my negligé barely covers anything. I am not wearing a bra and my nipple are peeking through, displaying my arousal with how hard they are.
He places himself between my legs and moves his hands along my thigh, slowly moving upwards until he reaches my panties.
"What will I find, when I take these off?" He asks, glancing at me with curious eyes.
I stare back at him, blushing and unable to reply.
"A wet pussy?" He guesses as he puts his fingers beneath the waistband of my white panties and slowly pulls them down. "Hungry for your daddy's cock?"
They are sticking to my center. I can feel the blood rush to my cheeks as he moans at the view.
"What a slut you are," he whispers. He removes my panties and grabs my legs by the knees, slowly pushing them apart, while I close my eyes in shame.
He pushes them apart as far as possible, looking down at my undoubtedly wet entrance with desire.
"Look at that. You're drooling," he says. "I must have a taste."
I gasp as he leans forward and goes down on me, not wasting a second before his tongue starts exploring my folds, licking through my wetness with relish. Our moans are equally loud when he reaches my clit. He circles around it, sending intense shivers of lust through my body. I arch my back with my eyes rolled up all the way back into my head, groaning with desperate lust.
His tongue is anything but shy. He licks and sucks on my nub of pleasure before he dives into me, literally fucking me with his tongue. The feeling is incredible, so soft, so wet. I pant and squirm beneath him, already getting close to my climax.
He stops and straightens up, smirking at me with a naughty expression.
"Delicious," he breathes. "The last taste of your virgin pussy."
He adjusts his position and pushes my legs up towards my shoulders. I feel utterly exposed, with my wet center presented to him in the most humiliating way. But I am too horny to really care.
All I want is him. Inside me.
"Ready or not," he adds as I can feel the fat head of his cock teasing my entrance. "You'll give me what I want. Now. Ain't that right?"
"But, daddy," I interfere. "You're not gonna use a condom? Shouldn't we-"
"No!" He interrupts me. "You'll take this bare and as I wish. No fucking rubber will come between me and my little slut. Understand."
I nod helplessly, dizzy with arousal. "Yes, daddy."
My breathing accelerates as I feel him moving forward. His tip gently parts my folds, sliding in with ease due to my incredible wetness.
He leans forward, pushing further and staring into my eyes as he does. I am breathing heavily, fueled with anticipation. Yet, I am not ready for the pain as it hits me with sudden force. He is so big!
"Daddy!" I cry out. "Ouch, it hurts! No!"
He smiles and nods - but he doesn't stop. He continues to force himself inside me, visibly enjoying my agony as I try to take his enormous cock.
"I told you," he hisses. "No mercy. You asked for this."
I wince and yelp as he keeps shoving his rock hard erection inside. He is tearing me apart! There is no way I could take him all the way. He is moving slowly, but not pausing for even a second.
Until he reaches the barrier of my virginity. His grin widens as he pushes against it - while I continue to wince, unsure whether it is caused by pain or arousal.
He stops for a moment, observing me as I squirm beneath him. Despite the pain, I am edging him on, subtly moving my hips towards him.
"I am being too gentle it seems," he whispers.
And he yanks forward, breaking through my barrier with a single, brute push until his entire length is filling me. My eyes widen as I cry out in pain.
"Daddy, ouch, I-"
"Good girl," he interrupts me.
He remains inside of me for a while, stretching me to my limits. His cock feels gigantic, even bigger than I imagined even after seeing and sucking on it. I pant and moan, trying to accommodate his size. It hurts - but it also feels so good.
"God you're tight," he breathes. "What a perfect tight little pussy for me to wreck."
And then it really starts. He withdraws himself, only to shove his hard member back inside me with a lot more force and speed than before.
My entire body is shifting back and forth as he starts fucking me relentlessly, taking every last bit of my innocence. Pain is slowly overcome by pleasure with every thrust.
I keep my legs up, gasping like a bitch in heat as his hands reach forward, beneath the thin negligé that is still draped around my upper body until he reaches my perky breasts. He cups them as they are bouncing back and forth from his thrusts.
I yelp again when he takes each of my nipples between two of his fingers and squeezes them, gently at first, but with more strength later on.
"You will come on your daddy's cock," he orders. "Understand?"
"Yes, daddy," I pant, barely able to form the words.
"But not like this," he adds.
And before I understand what he is talking about, he leans forward and wraps his arms around me. He straightens back up, with me in his arms, lifting me up the same way he did when he threw me onto my bed. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as he gets back on his feet.
He is standing in the middle of my room, holding me up in his arms, with his cock still throbbing inside me. We exchange another kiss, and while his tongue is claiming mine, he starts fucking me again, now shoving even deeper inside me as I am practically sitting on his cock.
Our moaning and panting fills the room, together the sound of our sweaty flesh banging against each other.
"I'm gonna make sure there's nothing left," he pants. "You are mine. All of you!"
He turns around and pushes me against the wall, frantically fucking me. His cock fills me even deeper in this position - and I have nowhere to escape. I am pinned against the wall by his body weight, tightly held in place as his rock hard cock thrusts in and out of me.
My insides are trembling, clenching around him as if I was trying to prevent him from ever leaving me a
gain. My orgasm is imminent, I can feel it approaching in warm, endearing waves.
"Come!" He orders. "Come on my cock, you little slut!"
I want to shake my head, but my body betrays me. Just two more shoves and I can feel my muscles tensing around him as my climax takes over.
I throw my head back, moaning loudly as overwhelmingly strong waves of pleasure run over me. It gets even better when I can feel him tensing up as well as he finds his release. He grants me with three deep and final pushes and he fills me with his seed, groaning equally loud.
He keeps me pushed against the wall as our orgasm slowly die down. His eyes are fixated on mine, observing any potential reaction.
A wide and evil grin appears on his face.
"Mine," he hisses. "My little slut."
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12
Hunted by the Brat
By Cecilia Lawrence
It was hot, the drive was long and everyone was frustrated. I've never really had much to complain about in my life, we're pretty well off, I just graduated from a good school, my parents love each other; But being dragged to a hunting cabin with my mom, by my stepfather, for the weekend I'd been expecting to spend clubbing, was something. It was hard to picture Kurt as a hunter, not at a first glance. I looked at him hunched over the wheel, he was strong, tall and when he was angry you knew he meant business. But Kurt was kind, understanding and always heard me out. I still couldn't call him dad like mom kept asking me to. It'd been eight years, if I wasn't going to call him dad now, I probably never was and as much as Kurt didn't appear to mind it, I think it did bother him deep down. Kurt readjusted the mirror and smiled at me through it, I bit my lip. His oaken jaw tilted as he smirked at me and winked. It was the little things that made me care as much about Kurt as I did. My face burned and I could only thank the heavens above that he adjusted his mirror again before he noticed. I'll be the first to admit that there was something wrong with me. Even if he isn't related by blood, he is ultimately a 'father-figure' to me. The fact that I even as my mother sat across from him, her hand on his knee, that I couldn't stop picturing him without his top off.
"How much longer Mr. Hunk?" Mom's voice brought me out of my fantasies and quickly returned to the bumpy ride.
"Almost there puddin'." Kurt replied with that typical confident tilt to his voice.
The diner we stopped at for lunch didn't exactly scream cleanliness, but I couldn't argue with their avocado, lettuce and tomato sandwich. I managed to keep my food down while the other two continued their sick comedy routine. A touch on the knee, a murmur in the ear, honestly even after eight years of marriage they still acted like newlyweds sometimes. When Kurt breathed on mom's neck though, that tickled me a little too sweetly. I could feel the heat blossoming between my legs and my nipples hardening. I closed my eyes but the fantasy only managed to play out in my head, I shifted in my seat to relieve the pressure but only managed to create some delicious friction.
"Laura how was your sandwich?" I jerked back to attention with wide eyes.
"Looks like you really enjoyed it." Mom smiled at me and my flushed face. She couldn't know…
"Yeah that pepper left me a bit breathless, but I don't fancy having to eat it again after watching you two!" I kept the edge out of my voice and stayed with the jovial tone. But looking at Kurt in tight polo shirt, there was only one thing I wanted more of.
His hands on me, hot breath on my skin, his big sturdy body rocking into me- the fantasy played out in my head as my fingers trailed down my sensitive skin. I was on the couch in the cabin, the sun was almost down, mom and Kurt were talking outside on the porch. My hand reached my hairless pussy and teased around the outside, being around Kurt while he was behaving like that was too much. Even in the dull times it was hard to ignore his thick frame hanging over me, thrusting driving me further and further into the grips of pleasure-I rubbed my slick clit but jerked my hand away when I heard mom's giggling near the window.
"You just wait for tonight, come to the shed and I'll have a surprise waiting for you!" The sultry tone filled me with frustration, I'd be lying if jealousy wasn't also twisting around my heart as she spoke. Out of the heat and frustration, I felt a plan beginning to form, a plan that would get me exactly what I wanted. All that was needed was an excuse to call mom away in a few hours so that she'd send me to tell Kurt she was busy. An evil smile formed on my lips and my tongue poked out as if to lap it up.
It was dark in the shed, but for a single light shining on a black scarf and a note I'd written telling Kurt to put it on and wait. My heart thumped, threatening to echo around the shed walls, I was so nervous, I'm gonna jump my stepfather. All I needed was for him to take the bait. It was taking too long, what could be going wrong? That was when I heard someone open the door. I felt a surge of anxiety, sweat forming under the collar of my tank top. I watched Kurt read the note and take the scarf. He chuckled, tying the scarf over his eyes, this was my chance to pounce. I moved toward the door and locked it.
"Puddin'?" he asked, his smirk still present.
"Oh being quiet are we?" He kept on trying to fill the darkness with words. I sashayed toward him the sound of my footsteps bringing his attention to me. I brought my finger all the way down his muscular body to his jeans and undid them.
I couldn't get enough of his smell, that Earthy musk that drove me wild. I rubbed up and down his underwear, feeling his hardness while he groaned. He was hard, he groaned! It was me, his stepdaughter getting these reactions out of him. There was something about the knowledge that this thick meaty package was hard for me despite the fact that it shouldn't be. I traced my fingers, walking them down from under his belly button, following his black snail trail all the way into his underwear. I fished out his length, the scent grew that much stronger and so too did my lust. I gripped him, my hand barely fitting around him and gave him a test squeeze. This is gonna take my virginity? The thought filled me with some apprehension, I couldn't imagine fitting t inside me, but I couldn't imagine not trying now that it was so close. I stroked up and down my stepfather's beautiful cock, my eyes growing wide at the sight of the sticky pre-cum forming on his tip. I wanted nothing more than to give him a taste of my mouth, while my mouth gets a taste of him. But I was a bit scared, I didn't want to do anything stupid, so I just kept going the course. I stroked him faster, my hand twisting toward the head and he groaned again.
"God, this feels different, it feels so much better than usual!" He grunted out his words from a clenched jaw. A surge of pride flooded me while my panties flooded with my lust. If only he knew mom was off getting condoms while his stepdaughter was right there, stroking his hard dick. The sound of his grunting, the smell of his sweat, his sex, the feel of his throbbing rock-solid prick it drove me wild. His grunts became more frequent and I knew he was getting close. I want it, I want it, I want this so bad! I never knew quite how much I wanted to give my stepfather so much pleasure he'd cum from just my hand.
"Fuck! What the fuck has gotten into you, this is so good!" Then his cock swelled, a thick load of cum shooting up from his musky balls and shooting out all over my hand. I shivered watching him jerk his hips in pleasure.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I licked the cum from my fingers while Kurt reeled. He looked so sexy, shirtless, pants-less and blindfolded. But looking at his still hard length I didn't feel any confidence at being able to take that inside me. I felt conflicted, I didn't want to stop here, I didn't want to chicken out, not when I'd finally gotten the prize of my all too frequent dreams. With the lust pumping blood to my crotch, I pressed Kurt to the floor, then straddled his face. I was face-to-face with his junk and my wet pussy was hovering above his face.
"You smell different, must be the blindfold obscuring my vision and heightening-oh" I cut Kurt off midsentence by taking his cum soaked cock in my mouth. Salty, thick and wa
rm the sauce of the source of my pride filled my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head, licking up any and all cum I could find while he jerked and thrust his sill sensitive cock around. I bobbed my head up and down pushing his cock further and further down my throat. I could hear him giving growls of pleasure in-between the slobbery sound of his cock going in and out of my mouth. That was when my breath got taken away. Kurt had rubbed his nose against my dripping pussy. I rolled my hips down in reaction grinding against his face. His tongue caressed my pussy, licking up and down my slit and teasing around the edge of my clit.
"Did you shave your pussy?" He panted barely getting the words out from my hot, juicy, pussy. I ground into him rocking backward and forward taking his cock deeper into my mouth, it was difficult to move my tongue with his meat filling my mouth but I managed to flick his head on the way in and out of my mouth.
"You taste so good sweety!" I mewled out loud and quickly bit my lip. The pleasure was getting to me, but I couldn't let the cat out of the bag, not when I was so close. It feels so good having my stepfather eat me out. His tongue made its way inside me briefly and I sat back to grind on his tongue, shaking and rocking my hips. I took his length back inside my mouth and sucked lightly, increasing the pressure gradually. Then a shadow fell over me, surprised I looked at the window and saw my mother peering in trying to make sense of the darkness. She fumbled with the door which I was so thankful I locked, it was clear she couldn't quite make out anything inside.
"Kurt are you in there?" She called out.
"What the-" I squashed Kurt's words before they got too loud with my pussy. I was so close and I knew he was too. I rubbed up and down his face while I licked his salty prick teasing him toward the orgasm I knew was cumming.
"Surprise Daddy" I used my most sultry voice. Then he swore and I knew he was too far gone, he thrust his hips up against my face and I bobbed faster, harder, I could feel his thick length hitting the back of my throat and I moaned, eyes watering. I used my hands to massage his balls and stroke his length. Then he came, thick hot jets of salty jizz flooding my throat. I made him cum twice! The pleasure welled up inside me as I felt my own climax nearing, he'd stopped licking me, but I just rubbed against his nose, the delightful pleasure of it flicking across my clit was enough to leave me quivering and shaking on top of him. My muscles tightened and relaxed, paroxysms rippling across my body as the hot pleasure flooded my extremities from my pussy and clit. Laying there, chest heaving, I could feel Kurt shift underneath me. Post climax clarity must be kicking in. I was disappointed I hadn't the chance to ride him, but I could tell he was furious, he ripped off the blindfold while my eyelids fluttered and what I saw wasn't fury, but horror. He rubbed at his eyes and shook his head, looking more than a little sick before fumbling with the lock at the door, trying to get it open without dropping his clothes. My prey got away.