by Hunt, Lexi
“Daddy, I... I’m sorry” I stammered, my face turning pale. He was stood right in front of me now, so close that I couldn’t bear to look him in the eye. “Me and Shelley just wanted to have some fun, I promise I’ll repay you! I’ll do anything you want, just don’t wake Mom, she’ll kill me!”
“Too right she’ll kill you!” my stepdad said “after what happened on your eighteenth birthday party it’s a wonder you’re even allowed friends over at all – especially Shelley!”
He was referring to what happened a month ago. Shelley and I had a joint eighteenth birthday party at my house. Shelley was wild, and brought out a reckless side of me, and our party was no exception. It was supposed to be strictly ‘no alcohol’ and very low key – but naturally it turned out being exactly the opposite. In short it involved a lot of broken glass, tears and a couple of trips to the hospital. I cringed at the memory of it and glanced at my stepdad’s face. He was scowling, but for some reason he didn’t look as angry as he was making himself out to be.
“Please, Daddy” I whispered, feeling my options running slim “I’ll do anything.”
He stared at me without moving, and didn’t speak. It made me uncomfortable, and fidgeted on the spot. Something about the way he was looking at me made my skin become tingly, and my knees become weak.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Jen” he said, his voice a rasping whisper “you need to be punished”
With those words he sprang into action. I cried out in shock as he grabbed me by the wrists and dragged me across the kitchen towards the table. I was so astounded by what was going on that I couldn’t form words, all I could do was wail and cry out in shock. He sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, and then with a hard yank of my arms he pulled me downwards, so that I was bent over his knee.
Then, to my horror he yanked down my little pyjama shorts and spanked me hard on my bare ass. It was so humiliating, and utterly shocking that I squealed out, sounding more and more like a naughty child.
"Bad girl!" My stepdad grunted, spanking me harder and harder with each slap "Naughty... little... slut!”
He was hitting me so hard that could feel myself sliding over his knees. I tried to reach behind myself, clawing at his T-shirt in order to get myself back up to a standing position. But he just put his hand on the back of my head and forced me back down. It was clear that he was in control, and there was nothing I could do about it.
"I thought you said you’d do anything?" My stepdad said, with cruelty in his voice. He had stopped spanking me, and rested his hand on my poor, sore ass cheeks. I felt heat radiating from them, and shuddered with humiliation as my stepdad slid his middle finger very slowly down my ass crack. I squirmed in his lap, biting my lip and screwing my eyes shut as his finger made its way down towards my pussy. I braced myself for inevitable, and then squealed again as he plunged his finger deep inside me.
But what I wasn't expecting was for my pussy to be quite so wet. His finger slipped up inside me with ease, and I felt strange and twisted pleasure beginning to emanate from between my legs.
"Ooohhh, so you like it when Daddy gets nasty” he exclaimed, ramming another finger up inside me as violently as he had done the first "well, let's see how much you like it when it's Daddy's fat cock up their instead of his fingers!”
With that, he pushed me off his lap and onto the floor. I rolled over onto my side, dizzy and confused by the whole situation. My daddy straddled me, standing above me as he looked down at me with an expression of pure lust on his face. Then he reached inside his boxers, and pulled out his huge fat cock. I couldn't help but gasp at the sheer size of it, and he grinned at my response as he began massaging it slowly, right above my face.
I couldn't believe what was happening to me, it was all so sudden and unexpected. But I didn't protest. I was mesmerised by the sight of his huge, thick member and the way he stroked it. I could see that there was pre-cum already leaking from the tip, and I suddenly felt my pussy begin to flutter and throb. I felt disgusted with myself, as I realised I was actually getting off on this.
"What's going on?" I heard another voice say, and snapped my eyes around to the doorway. Shelley was standing there, but she wasn't wearing the look of horror and disgust on her face that I would have expected. Instead she looked curious, almost amused. I open my mouth to say something, but my stepdad cut in before me.
"She's a little screamer” my stepdad said, as Shelley made her way across the kitchen towards us "she squealed like a little girl when I spanked her ass, I thought she was going to wake the entire house up! Perhaps you better see to that little problem, Shelley"
"That's just the effect you have on girls” Shelley said, with a wicked gleam in her eye "I should know"
I didn't even have time to question her words, before she too was stood over me. She wasn't wearing any panties underneath her little silk night dress, and I as I looked up I could see that her pussy was pink and swollen. Before I even had time to draw in a breath, Shelley lowered herself downwards, parting her pussy lips and planting them onto my gasping mouth.
"This should keep her quiet" Shelley groaned, and I felt her pussy pulsating against my lips. I knew I had no choice but to obey her will, so I opened my mouth slowly, and pushed my tongue through the folds of her slit. She moaned with delight, and I felt my own pussy beginning to tingle. I was amazed at just how sweet she tasted, and how much I was turned on by licking pussy for the very first time.
Then I felt my pyjama shorts being yanked down from around my knees, and ripped off the entirely. I felt my stepdad's hands reach underneath my ass, and lift my hips up off the floor. I gasped then, as I felt warm, wet tip of his prick beginning to tease my eager opening, sending sparks flying through me. I realised at that moment how much I wanted this; I wanted to taste my friend’s cunt, and feel my daddy's cock inside me! I was such a naughty girl!
My daddy dipped his cock inside me, teasing my wet hole before pulling out of me cruelly. I widened my legs instinctively, and thrust my hips upwards. It was clear that I was ready for it, and at last my daddy read the signals from my body, and slid his huge cock up inside my tight pussy.
I moaned into the wet folds of Shelley's cunt, overcome by extreme pleasure. My stepdad's thrusts were slow at first, making me moan and buck my hips against him, but then he suddenly slammed into me so hard I cried out. Shelley slapped my face, and held my head in place as she looked down at me. It was clear that I wasn’t supposed to make a sound, and that these two were the ones who were in charge.
My daddy's huge cock slammed into me again, this time even harder. He pumped me harder and faster, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks as he held my hips up off the floor. I lapped furiously at Shelley's cunt now, relishing the way that her juices began to trickle down my chin. I felt so utterly filthy, and completely ashamed by what was going on -- but that just made it all the more fun.
I began to thrust my hips up and down, meeting the brutal thrusts of my daddy inside me. He dug his nails into my flesh, grunting with exertion as he slammed into me. I couldn't even see him as he pummelled me, all I could see was Shelley's slutty face, turning more and more red as I took her closer to orgasm. The way that she looked excited me. I pushed my tongue right up inside her, feeling her contracting around me. She was close to climax and I wanted her to come. I wanted to cum all over my face.
"You like the way we punish you?" My daddy grunted, slamming into me over and over so that his balls slapped up against me. I couldn't answer, but my body responded to his question. I clenched and shuddered around his shaft, on the brink of the most intense orgasm I'd ever known. It was so dirty, filthy and wrong. I was being fucked by my daddy -- and all I could think about was how good it felt, and how sweet my best friend's pussy tasted.
"Fuck her harder" Shelley suddenly gasped "oh God! Fuck her harder! Make her squirt while I cum inside her dirty little mouth!”
Her words sent me over the edge. I erupted around my daddy's cock, my sopping wet s
lit squeezing around his huge shaft as my orgasm came gushing out. I was racked with pain and pleasure as he pummelled me, his own orgasm exploding inside me as I drenched him. I felt his cock twitching and pulsating, pumping me full of his hot, creamy load. It felt so good that I momentarily lost all sense of who I was. All I could do was lie on the kitchen floor, gasping for air as both of them slumped down, either side of me.
"That was fun" Shelley said, looking over at me and smiling. I couldn't help but smile back. Shelley had always been a wild child, but I just hadn't realised she was this wild! And I was kind of scared of the fact I actually liked it.
"You did good, Jen" my stepdad whispered, gently trailing finger across my forearm, and placing his hand in mine, squeezing tight. "I think celebrations are in order. You girls wait here, I’m going to go down into the basement and see if there's actually any beer left! The night is young yet, and your mother is a very light sleeper.”
He winked at us, before he got to his feet and walked over to the basement door. His words sent shivers of excitement through my body, and I couldn't help but giggle. This was so much more wild and out of hand than my 18th birthday party had been! And I knew that the best was yet to come.
Daddy's Dirty Little Thief
“A Sexual Punishment Encounter Between Stepdad And Daughter”
SYNOPSIS:
Klara works as a maid on the weekends, cleaning her neighbours’ houses for extra cash. She is apprehensive to take on a job working for her stepdad, who separated from her mom a couple of years before. Her stepdad took everything in the divorce, including the house that Klara grew up in! Seeing an opportunity, she steals money from his wallet when she goes inside to clean. But Klara’s luck takes a turn for the worse when her stepdad returns and catches her red handed. She has no choice but to take his punishment, no matter how brutal.
I grimaced as I pulled up outside the big white house with the red door. It was exactly how I'd remembered it, neat and tidy with roses around the border. I had hoped that my stepdad might have let it fall into a state of disrepair, so that he wouldn't get to admire its beauty every day like I had done growing up there.
No such luck. If anything, the house looked better than ever. I could tell that the door had been freshly painted, and the lawn was absolutely immaculate. I made a face, and reached over to the passenger seat to grab my cleaning supplies. This was a low moment.
I hauled the heavy bag and myself out of the car, and then walked slowly up the path towards the front door. I couldn't believe that I was in this situation, but there was no use grumbling about it now. Times were hard, and I needed money.
It just felt so demeaning to be working as a maid, especially when I had a degree in sociology from a reputable college. But the economy was tough, and since graduating from college I got myself into a lot of trouble. I'd been hanging out with the wrong sort of people, and one way another I'd ended up getting myself into a lot of debt. So, I decided to start my own little business venture on the side, working as a maid at weekends in order to try and supplement my income. It wasn't ideal, but there were no start-up fees (aside from purchasing a few cleaning products) and there was a definite demand in my area for my services.
I quickly learned to work fast and efficiently, and most weekends I managed to visit at least six or seven houses. I worked hard, but that meant I reaped the benefits. However, no matter how hard I work it just didn't seem like enough. I was always short at the end of the month, always counting my pennies and depriving myself of little luxuries. It seemed like my entire life consisted of nothing but work, work, work.
That was why I decided to take on a new ‘client’ as it were. My stepdad was one of the wealthiest people in the neighbourhood, and I put most of it down to the fact that he managed to squeeze everything out of my mom when they got divorced. He kept the house, the cars, and retained all the rights to the family business. You would think that I would be angry, but I knew deep down that it was my mom's fault. She was careless, and lazy -- in the final years of their marriage she hardly ever spent any time at home, and was more interested in going off on fancy holidays with her friends rather than being at home with my stepdad and I, and attempting at being a real family. I wasn't surprised to learn in my freshman year of college that they were planning on getting a divorce. Nor was I surprised to hear the, in the end, my stepdad took everything.
I didn't really speak to my mom, we weren’t really close. But I hadn't spoken to my stepdad either, and I hadn’t once since the divorce. I knew that feelings between us were tense and strange. We had never really gotten along even when he was married to my mom, so I suppose neither of us saw any need to continue some sort of relationship now that they were separated.
This made it all the more awkward when my stepdad called me up, asking for my services as a house maid. I accepted his offer, as he proposed to pay twice as much as my asking price. I think he'd put his prize because he knew I would be apprehensive to take him up on his offer. There was just something so cringe worthy about having to turn up and clean my childhood house from top to bottom, as my stepdad looked on in smug amusement.
But, I needed the cash. So I reluctantly agreed. Plus I thought it might be quite nice to have a look around the house, and see how much it changed in the last few years.
I could see, as I walked towards the house, that not a great deal had. It was still as beautiful as I remember, and it still had that odd sense of home about it to me, strangely. I raised the brass doorknocker, and knocked loudly three times before stepping back and waiting. I tried my best to hold my head high, and keep my shoulders back, but it was clear that I felt embarrassed. I didn't want my stepdad see me like this.
Nobody answered the door, so I knocked again. I waited patiently, but again nobody came. I was starting to get agitated, so I knocked again. Once again there was no answer and by now I was pretty angry. What if this was all just a big joke? What if he'd told me to come over here, promising me money, just so that he could laugh in my face? It was far-fetched, and I didn't think it was really my stepdad style, but what if it was true?
I fumbled in my handbag for my mobile phone, determined to call him and find out what the hell was going on. But when I looked at my phone, I noticed that I had an unread text message;
Hey, Klara it’s Jim. I’m out all day, so just let yourself in. The key is in it’s usual spot. Have fun! Xx
How strange! His message was more friendly than I thought it probably should be for a man who was now a stranger to me. And the fact that he had left the key in the old spot, underneath the cushion on the porch swing, filled me with a strange and almost unpleasant sense of nostalgia. But I just shook my head and thought of the money, before grabbing the key and carrying on with my job.
Inside, the house had changed so much from how I remembered it. It was clear that my stepdad had a very minimalistic taste, and it looked like there was barely anything inside. I should have been happy, less ornaments would mean an easier job for me when it came to cleaning the place, but instead I fell oddly deflated. The house had lost its character, and that made me angry.
I set about washing the windows with a scowl on my face, gritting my teeth. It was just typical of my stepdad, to get given something as beautiful as this huge house and turn into something ugly and soulless. I couldn't believe how much he must have changed, to still be living in this huge house without being all consumed by guilt.
That got me contemplating on my own situation. I couldn't believe how much I had changed too. I used to be such a driven person, brimming with enthusiasm and ambition. Now I was struggling to make ends meet, polishing and dusting people's houses for extra cash. My stepdad must have thought I was a real joke.
I sighed and took up the duster, and began running at around the curtain rail, before starting on the mantelpiece. It was then that something caught my eye. My stepdad's wallet was resting on the edge of the mantle. I thought it was strange that he would leave the house without it, and
considered calling his mobile to let him know. But then an even better idea hit me.
I rushed over and grab the wallet, opening it up and peering inside with eager eyes. Just as I had suspected, it was stuffed full of notes. I counted them quickly, there was around 700 dollars in there! That was more than I would earn for an entire weekend’s work!
I took a moment to consider my options. If I took the money, and left the house without looking back that I would cut off all ties with my stepdad (plus I'd gain the satisfaction of feeling like I'd at lease got one over on him). However, if I cut off all ties with him then I wouldn't get any repeat business. He was offering to pay me very well, and I really did need the money. But was I actually prepared to swallow my pride like this on a weekly basis? Walking up to the front door to the house had been one of the hardest things I'd had to do in a long time, and I wasn't sure if I could keep doing it.