by Hunt, Lexi
"Teaching you a lesson" my stepdad hissed, dragging me through the store and towards the changing rooms "I've had enough of your shit, Nikki. You're a disobedient little bitch, and you need some discipline!”
I was shocked by the words that came out of his mouth, and momentarily rendered mute. He’d never spoken to me like that before, and I was totally taken aback by the venom in his voice. I opened my mouth to shout at him, but I realised that if I started to make a scene, then they would definitely check CCTV footage to see why this domestic incident came about in the first place. Then I'd be in for it. I had no choice but to follow my stepdad, dumbly, as he led me into the changing rooms.
Quickly, so that nobody saw, he shoved me inside a cubicle and then slipped in after me, closing the cubicle door behind him. I was shocked and terrified by his strange and erratic behaviour, and immediately sat down on the little stool that was in there, looking up at him with wide and terrified eyes.
“I can’t take this type of insolence from you any longer, Nikki” my stepdad hissed, squatting down in front of me with his hands on my knees. I flinched at his touch, but felt an unexpected twinge in my abdomen as he touched me. It was strangely intimate, and far more intense than I had expected. He locked eyes with me, and then gently cupped my chin with his hand.
I gasped, but allowed him to direct me up from a seating position, so that I was stood before him. He didn’t take his eyes off me, as he began to stroke my cheek gently.
"You should know better" he whispered, and then all of a sudden his lips were on mine. It was all happening so fast, and I went weak in his arms as he kissed me. It came out of nowhere, and I was so shocked by what was happening I felt my legs buckle and my heart begin to pound in my chest. He stopped only momentarily, looking down at me for a second and regarding me with blazing eyes. "Now, don't you make a sound" he whispered, obviously conscious that there were other people in the store "I don't want to hear a thing from you, no matter what I do. You need to be punished Nikki, I hope you understand that"
I felt my heart to a somersault in my chest, and although I was scared by what was happening I nodded slightly. I couldn't believe I was submitting this easily, but I felt like I had no choice. He was my stepdad, and I'd wronged him. I had to pay the price. I just didn't realise the price would be so high!
My stepdad smiled cool smile, and then reached out and pinched my nipple hard through my shirt. I wince in pain, but did my best to maintain eye contact with him. Then he reached out and pinched my other nipple even harder than he pinched the first. My eyes began to water, and I felt my breasts beginning to throb in pain. His smile widened. I couldn't take it, and before I knew it I was gasping and squeaking in pain.
"I thought I made it clear that you weren’t to make a sound" he whispered, his voice as cold as ice. "I'm so disappointed in you. This is going to be easy. Well, maybe not for you"
His sly smile unnerved me, so I cast my eyes to the floor. I couldn't help but notice how strange I felt at his words. I felt icy cold fear travelling up my spine, and I did begin to shake, but I also felt a strange kind of desire it ignighting deep within me. It was all so sudden, and the confusion, fear, and humiliation multiplied together in such a way that made my pussy begin to dampen.
My stepdad reached forward and grabbed me, holding me by the scruff of the neck as he kissed me once more. Then he spun me around quickly, and pressed me up against the cubicle wall. I winced in pain, but did my best not to make a sound. He placed his hand on the back of my head, and applied pressure until my face was crushed against the wall. I felt so utterly humiliated, but also completely exhilarated at the same time.
My pussy was positively trembling now, and I knew how surprised, and possibly disgusted my stepdad would be when he reached underneath my skirt and felt my wetness. I didn't care though, all of this torment was obviously building up to something -- I just wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to take out his huge cock, kiss my slit, and then stuff it up inside until we both exploded.
But my stepdad obviously had other things in mind. I felt his hands on my arms, pulling them behind my back so that my wrists were pressed together, he then bound my wrists with something, it felt like his necktie, before slapping me hard on the ass and causing me to wince once more. I did my best to turn my head without him noticing, but it was so difficult because I was pressed so firmly against the wall. I leaned backwards, turned my head and he slammed me forward s once more so that my face hit the wall. I bit my lip and tried not to make a sound.
"What's the matter" he whispered "you want to watch, is that it?"
He was obviously referring to the fact that I could now see our reflection in the changing room mirror. It was exhilarating and disturbing, seeing myself pinned up against the wall in that way, and observing my stepdad's huge erection bulging in his pants.
"Kinky little bitch" my stepdad grunted, and then lifted up my skirt to reveal my succulent round ass in its bright red thong. He looked at me in the mirror, and an evil smile spread across his face. Then he raised his hand, and slammed it down against my bare flesh with such force that it took all of my energy not to cry out. My ass stung, and I could see pink blotches beginning to form on my skin as he continued to spank me. Humiliation flared up inside, as the realisation of what was actually happening hit me. My daddy was spanking me! He was spanking me like I was a naughty little child. I stared in shock, unable to believe what I was seeing in the mirror.
In fact, I was so entranced by what I was seeing, I didn't notice my stepdad undo his zipper. Nor did I notice him take out his huge hard cock, and begin massaging it behind me. I was too transfixed watching myself being punished this way, too self absorbed to notice his huge hard member, erect and ready to assault.
It was only when I felt the hard tip pressing against me that I realised what was actually happening. I gasped, and my stepdad chuckled as he applied more pressure. I looked in the mirror, and my eyes grew white with fear and apprehension. My stepdad had the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life! It was thick and long, and pre-cum was already leaking from the end. It was clear how excited he was, but I couldn't help but feel a flash of shame as I stared at the picture in the mirror. I looked like such a silly little slut, and I wasn't surprised that he wanted to punish me.
"Daddy's little girl needs punishing" my daddy whispered in my ear, teasing my wet pussy hole with the tip of his prick "but she better not make a sound!"
With those words, he withdrew the tip of his prick, and trailed it up and over my slit to rest on my tight ass hole. I caught sight of my expression in the mirror, and just had time to take in my disturbing expression of shock and fear before an earth-shattering pain washed over me. My stepdad thrust forwards, forcing his huge prick into my tight virgin ass hole. I couldn't help but squeal, the pain was just unbearable. He held his hand over my mouth to quiet me, but it was just no use. I couldn't help but squeal and grunt in pain. How could a tiny part of my body cause so much pain like this?
"Shhhh, naughty girl" my daddy whispered, forcing his prick up as far as it would go "that's it take it for Daddy"
He drew out of me slowly, causing me to tremble and moan with pain, before thrusting back in with more force. I winced and squeaked, wishing I could cry out in pain. But I knew that my punishment would be far worse if I did. I just had to somehow relax and take it, like a good little girl.
My daddy thrust up inside me once again, this time with more force and I had to bite my lip in order to stop myself from crying out. My asshole stretched unbearably around his shaft, and I couldn't take my eyes off it in the mirror. He looked like he was just about ready to burst, and I willed him to cum. I willed him to shoot his load inside my ass hole, so that my ordeal would be over.
"How does it feel?" my daddy whispered, fucking my ass with more force now "how does it feel to have my cock up your ass? How does it feel to be punished?"
I couldn't answer him. All I could do was bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut.
The truth was, I didn't know how it felt any more. The pain had somehow subsided, and now all I was aware of was strange sensation of his cock sliding out and then slamming back in. It was stirring up all kinds of strange sensations inside of me, and I felt like if I spoke then I would betray them to him. I didn't want him to know how I was feeling. I didn't want him to know that I was gradually, somehow, beginning to get very turned on.
He pummelled me brutally, slamming into me so hard that his balls made a loud slapping noise and I were sure that the other shoppers in the store might hear us. It was so difficult not to make a sound, and I was certain that I might draw blood if I continued to bite my lip so hard. My stepdad's face was turning red, as he contained his exertion. There was something so dirty and exciting about having to remain quiet like this. What if someone caught us? How would they react to find a middle-aged man fucking his teenage daughter in the ass like this? It was all so utterly taboo, and the thought of it made my pussy throb uncontrollably.
"Look at yourself" my stepdad whispered, staring me in the mirror "what a naughty little girl you are. Look at me punishing you."
The sight was too much for me to bear. I felt so dirty, and so turned on -- watching his cock sliding out of my tight round ass. I couldn't take any more, I needed some friction against my pussy! But I didn’t need to wish much longer, because my daddy reached around and thrust his hand into the wetness of my cunt.
"Ooohh, you’re so wet for Daddy” he whispered, and began rubbing my clit furiously. I almost let out a squeal of pleasure, but managed to contain myself. It was like an explosion had just gone off inside me. The pain in my ass seem to have subsided altogether now, and was only intensifying the pleasure from my pussy. I suddenly wanted him fuck harder. I suddenly wanted to feel my daddy's cock explode inside my ass hole!
"Fill me up, Daddy” I whispered, gazing at him in the mirror and licking my lips suggestively "pump my ass full of cum!”
He didn't need telling twice. With a loud yelp and a grunt that surely must have attracted somebody's attention, I felt his cock shudder and vibrate inside me. Then it began to convulse, and I felt hot squirts of cum filling me up. I gasped as my daddy plunged his fingers up inside my tight cunt, and pushed me over the edge. I exploded all over his hand, my clit fluttering and throbbing against his palm while my opening tightened around his fingers. My orgasm came rushing outwards, and my knees nearly buckled beneath me as the pleasure took over. I had never felt so good before, and I couldn't believe what it had taken to get me to this place. I'd taken my daddy's cock inside my virgin ass, and now all I could do was smile at myself in the mirror.
My daddy pulled out of me gently, and then pulled up my panties. We straightened ourselves up in the mirror, neither of his speaking. There was nothing left to be said. I'd taken my punishment (although it didn't really feel like a punishment in the end) and that was that.
We waited until the coast was clear to slip out of the changing rooms, and quickly hurried out of the store. But as I followed my stepdad out onto the busy high Street, I couldn't help but grin. I realised, then, that I was about to start misbehaving a whole lot more. My daddy was right! I was simply a naughty little girl, and I desperately need to be disciplined.
Giving It Up For Daddy
“A Rough, Passionate Sex Encounter Between Stepfather And Daughter”
SYNOPSIS:
Sarah never really used to get on with her stepdad, so naturally she's quite surprised when he invites her over to stay with him. She hasn't seen him in months, not since he and her mother got divorced, so she feels obliged to take him up on his offer. But, little does she know that her visit is about to turn into something far more intense than she could possibly imagine, as ‘Daddy’ and daughter spend some quality time together.
My stepdad and I had never been close. Granted, we never really argued or anything; we just had nothing in common as far as I was concerned, so there was no point in us spending any time together. This was a sentiment of mine that carried on even after he and my mom got divorced, so naturally when I received an e-mail from him inviting me to come and stay with him for the weekend, I was kind of surprised. I hadn't spoken to him in months, so I wasn't sure why he was trying to continue any sort of relationship. True, he had been my father for the best part of eight years, but that really didn't make much difference to me.
However, common decency meant I had to respond to him, and as I wrote out the e-mail to respectfully decline in his offer, I suddenly felt strangely emotional. I felt almost mean, like he was reaching out to me and I was just slapping his hand away. I decided at that moment to delete the line I'd just written, and start the e-mail again.
Now the weekend was upon me, and as I walked up the countless stairs leading to his small apartment, I couldn't help but feel a little bit sorry for him. My mom had taken everything in the divorce; the house, the car, even the dog (which I seem to recall was bought by my stepdad in the first place). It was true, he really had got a rough deal after the divorce, which made me feel all the better for going to see him. I really felt like I was doing something charitable, and I was all and I was kind of visiting him out for my own conscience more than the garden there is own well-being.
Finally, as I panted and gasped up the last few steps, I made it to my stepdad's floor. The building that he lived in wasn't fancy, but it wasn't particularly rundown either. I guessed that he might just be staying here temporarily, until he found himself a more suitable, permanent place. My stepdad was a man of impeccable taste, or as my mom used to call it ‘expensive’ taste. That was part of the reason that she divorced him, or so she said. Apparently his spending got out of control, and when he blew 50 grand on a new car, my mom said she’d just had enough. Luckily, by this point I was already in college -- far away from any of the dramas at home. But having said that, it had been clear to me that their marriage was on the rocks for a good couple of years beforehand.
I found myself standing outside my stepdad's apartment door, and forced a fake smile as I raised my hand and pressed the doorbell. There were a few thumping noises, then I heard the jangling of keys before the door opened.
"Hi dad" I said with a smile and leaned forward and gave him a hug "I've missed you"
My stepdad regarded me suspiciously, then grinned.
"You never called me dad" he said, raising one eyebrow in mock suspicion "and I doubt you've missed me. What I appreciate your enthusiasm, come on in."
He'd seen right through my charade, and I couldn't help but cringe at how fake I was being. I picked up my suitcase and followed him inside the apartment. Although it was small, the living space was well presented. I could see that my stepdad had done a bit of shopping; everything about his apartment oozed the term ‘bachelor pad’. There was a huge, chunky leather couch, a massive flatscreen TV, and very clean, minimalist decor. I was impressed.
"Want a beer?" My stepdad called from the kitchen. I was a little surprised, as this was the first time he'd ever offered me anything alcoholic to drink. He and my mom had been really strict about alcohol, and they never kept any in the house. I realised then that the no alcohol rule must have been down to my mom.
"Yes please" I called, sitting myself down on the couch and trying my best to look comfortable and not awkward. My stepdad soon emerged from the kitchen, holding two ice cold beers in his hand. He handed me one, and then sat down on the couch next to me.
"Hold on" he said, before I could drink "we need to toast."
"What are we toasting?" I asked, the amusement visibly showing in my face. My stepdad had never been a man of tradition, so the thought of us toasting something together seemed quite humorous. But, I could see in his face that he was serious, so I thought it best to go along with it.
"To new experiences" my stepdad said, clinking his bottle against the side of mine.
"To new experiences" I repeated taking a long, hard gulp of my beer. It was so refreshing, and just what I needed after the stressful journey I had ge
tting down there. Glancing over at my stepdad I noticed that his face had changed. Not then at that moment, but it had changed from how I knew it to be before. Somehow he looked different to me. He almost looked younger. The fine lines on his face appeared less noticeable; he looked more awake -- more full of life. I realised, then, how being married to my mom must've been running him down over the years. I guess it must have been like that for both of them, but now that I saw him looking so different to how I remembered him, I realised just how unhappy he must have been. We hadn't discussed his breakup with mom. We hadn't even mentioned it. Obviously my mom told me the news, and I think I might have sent my stepdad a quick text saying that I was sorry. But other than that the issue had never been raised. Until now.
"It sure is different, living by myself" my stepdad said, taking a gulp of his beer and looking around his apartment "at first it was a little lonely, I'm not going to lie, but after a while you kind of get used to it. It's quite nice not having to answer to anybody."
"I know" I said, glancing at him "since I moved away to college, it's been great to be my own boss. The only thing is, if I leave dirty laundry in the basket, it's still there the next morning!"