by Hunt, Lexi
I made a split decision, and stuffed the role of notes into my cleavage before putting the wallet back on the mantelpiece. I quickly began to gather my cleaning products, removing my rubber gloves and stuffing them into my apron pocket. I then scurried across the living room floor, towards the front door. That's when I froze.
The door handle was turning, as if in slow motion, and I heard the sound of a man clearing his throat outside. It was too late to put the money back now. I was going to have to wing it.
"Ah Klara – I thought you’d be here” my stepdad said as the door swung open. His voice was cheery, however his expression was neutral. He stepped inside and removed his coat, hanging it up on the wall as he kicked off his shoes. That was always a stupid rule of his; no shoes in the house. I felt a mini sense of triumph as I realised I was still wearing my own, but that triumph was immediately squashed by a sense of panic. My stepdad's eyes glanced over to his wallet on the mantelpiece.
"Aha, there it is” my stepdad said, walking over to the mantelpiece "I only realised I'd left it behind when I got to the gas station, typical."
He picked up the wallet, and I had to stop myself from gasping with panic. I did my best to keep my expression straight, and smiled at him -- unsure how to respond. He held the wallet in his hand for a second, which felt like an eternity, and then slipped inside the pocket of his jeans. Again I had to stop myself from letting out a big sigh of relief.
"You look like you're just about to leave?" My stepdad said, his face suddenly stern "I've only been gone 20 minutes, you can't have cleaned the house in that time. Is this something you're not telling me, Klara?"
I went tense, desperately searching my brain for a quick and believable lie.
“I’ve only just got here” I blurted out, “sorry, I was running a little late – things have been a bit hectic for me lately”
I was surprised at my own quick thinking, and waited hopefully for him to respond. It was convincing enough, wasn’t it?
"I see" my stepdad said, a hint of sympathy in his voice "I gathered that things might not be going too well on account of you doing this with yourself now.” He gestured to a box of cleaning products as he spoke. I felt a prickle of rage inside me at the way he patronised me, but forced myself to smile instead.
"You're right" I said "Times are hard, but I do what I can."
He looked at me with what appeared to be genuine sympathy in his eyes. And then, to my horror he reached inside the pocket of his jeans.
"I understand" he said, taking out his wallet "in that case, let me give you an advancement on your earnings. It's probably the least I can do, all things considered...”
I winced as he looked inside the wallet, and I saw his eyes widen with shock. He looked up at me, and I realised at that moment that he knew exactly what I had done. I could feel my cheeks burning red, I must have looked guilty as sin. There were no more quick excuses or believable lies inside my panic-stunned brain. All I could do was watch in dismay as his face turned a deep shade of crimson and he stomped towards me.
“So you’re stealing things now?” he snapped, stopping right in front of me and looking me square in the eyes “you were always disobedient, Klara – but I never pegged you as a petty thief. I have no choice but to report you to the police.”
To my utter shock he reached down my top, grabbing the roll of notes from between my breasts and yanking it free. But he did it with such force that the buttons of my dress burst open, and my huge tits sprang free. I gasped in shock, covering them with my arms while he fixed me with an intense stare.
Something had changed in his expression. He was still angry, but now there was a new layer to his rage. I tried to hold my dress together and shield my breasts from his eyes, but it was no use. Of all the days for me not to wear a bra!
"Oh yes" my stepdad said in a low voice "you were always such a naughty girl. Always in need of discipline. I suppose some things never change."
Suddenly I felt a searing pain on my cheek, and stars appeared before my eyes. There was a loud ringing noise in my ear, as I finally realised that my stepdad had slapped me hard across the face. Tears filled my eyes as I looked at him in confusion.
"Accept your punishment" my stepdad said, calmly "and I'm willing to forget all of this ever happened"
Then, to my utter surprise my stepdad grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me hard on the mouth. What the hell was going on? I tried to pull away from the kiss at first, but my stepdad held me firmly in place. He slid his tongue into my mouth, and massaged mine with lustful strokes. I was absolutely powerless.
My stepdad pulled away from me, and looked me up and down.
"Look I... I’m...” I stuttered, but then SMACK! Another hard slap landed against my cheek. I was disturbed by the way that the pain made me feel. Instead of arousing fear and distress in me, the strange humiliation made me feel excited. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. All I knew was that my pussy was starting to gently throb in my panties.
"Do you accept your punishment?" My stepdad snapped. His eyes were blazing, and he looked like a man possessed. The look of rage and desperation on his face made me feel confused and queasy, but also sent tingles up and down my spine. I knew I had no choice but to give myself over to him. I nodded in response to this question.
He sprang into action then, grabbing me by the hair and dragging me over to the dining room table. Then he reached into my pocket and pulled out my gloves, knotting them together and tying my hands together with them, using expert precision. I barely had time to squeal with fright before he bent me over the table, slamming me forwards onto the hard wood.
"Naughty girl" my stepdad breathed, before yanking down my panties and lifting up my dress. I felt my face beginning to flush. I couldn't believe I was bent over with my ass and pussy on display, my panties around my ankles -- in front of my own stepdad!
I heard him unzip his pants, and felt him shifting position behind me. Then I squealed as he spanked me hard on my bare ass. I became aware that I was getting some sort of strange thrill out of being dominated by him. I could tell, because my pussy was growing warmer and wetter by the minute. I felt so utterly foolish and ashamed, and that only turned me on even more.
"What are you, Klara?” my stepdad barked, spanking me even harder now “tell me what you are!”
"I'm a naughty little girl" I whimpered, my voice straining under his hard slaps "and a dirty little thief!”
My words clearly pleased him, because he grunted in response and stopped spanking me. But I then felt his fingers trailing the crease of my ass, before plunging deep inside my tight ass hole. I cried out in pain, totally shocked by this new and harsh sensation. But my cries only earned me a few swift spanks on my ass cheek. I bit my lip and screwed my eyes shut, knowing that I had to take this.
As my stepdad's fingers pushed in further, I felt my pussy juices beginning to flow. The pain and humiliation were scrambling my thoughts. I couldn't think straight, all I could do was concentrate on the throbbing between my legs, and the strange sensation in my ass. I suddenly wanted to feel something inside my pussy too. It was absolutely insane.
"Now" my stepdad said, in a voice just above a whisper "I'm going to fuck you harder then you've ever been fucked before. And you’re going squeal like a bitch, and beg your daddy to fuck you harder – understood?”
I didn't have time to respond before he sprang into action. I cried out as I felt the huge, bulging head of my stepdad's cock pressing against my tight pussy. Then I let out a yell of pain mixed with triumphant pleasure as my stepdad's huge prick stretched me out and filled me up so much that it hurt. I had never taken cock as big as his before, and I couldn't believe how painful it was. But the pain was interspersed with strange feelings of pleasure, and I found myself willing him on. I gasped and whined as he began to fuck me.
"What’s that?” My stepdad grunted "I can't hear you"
"Fuck me, Daddy” I whimpered, "I want more"
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nbsp; My daddy’s cock slid out of me, and then slammed up inside even harder. I yelped with pain, but throbbed with pleasure at the same time.
"Please, Daddy" I gasped, my voice a little louder now "Fuck me harder"
SLAP! A hard spank landed against my ass cheek, and my daddy stuffed his cock up inside me even harder. The pain was sensational, intensifying the pleasure inside me in a way that had never felt before.
"Please, Daddy! Fuck me harder. MORE!”
I was screaming now, and found that I was grinding against the table, seeking out some pressure on my swollen clit. The pain, humiliation and downright filthiness of what we were doing was just too much to handle. It was forbidden and wrong, but I didn't care. I just wanted my daddy's cock to stuff me until I couldn't think straight.
“MORE, DADDY! I WANT MORE!”
My stepdad heard my words, and quickened his pace. He slammed into me so hard that the table began to rock forwards, inching its way across the floor. It was so intense, the pain was unbelievable but the pleasure far dwarfed it now. I squirmed and writhed on the table, completely dominated by my daddy's cock but somehow craving more. I wanted to feel his cum inside me, right then!
I was close to climax, and my daddy could tell. He stuffed his fingers into my ass hole once again and at that moment I erupted. My pussy squeezed his cock, and I let out a scream of pure pleasure as my orgasm engulfed us both. I was so wet, I could feel my juices drenching the table beneath us.
My stepdad roared, slamming into me one final time and grabbing my ass cheeks, as if he was literally pulling himself up inside me. I felt his cock explode, blasting hard spurts of cum inside me, hitting my g-spot so that new waves of pleasure washed over me. I was more satisfied than I ever had been in my life, and I couldn't believe that my own stepdad was the one who had made me feel this way.
He immediately pulled out of me, giving me another swift spank on the ass that sent shivers up and down my spine again. It was a good pain. And I deserved it.
"I'm going out to finish off running those errands" my stepdad said as he undid the binds from around my wrists "and when I return I expect to see this place looking absolutely spotless. Then I'll decide if I want you back here again next weekend. And who knows, maybe you'll be able to learn yourself little extra -- if that's what you want."
I knew exactly what he was referring to, and it sent excited shivers all over my body. I stood up, pulled up my panties and nodded at him. It was clear that my punishment was far from over, if you could call it a punishment, and I had a lot of making up to do. Suddenly my weekend job had become a whole lot more exciting.
DARK SECRETS
SYNOPSIS:
Lacy has a dark secret that no one else knows. When her husband finds out he has a decision to make…and Lacy’s fate hangs in the balance.
Lacy dearly loved her husband David and couldn’t imagine living without him. She was always supportive of his hopes and dreams, and she was always there to back him up no matter what troubles beset them. Over the years they had conquered every obstacle that had challenged them, and she still welcomed him to their bed with open arms and found inventive ways to excite him. It was the ideal marriage. So why was she on her knees in the restroom of a convenience store with the huge cock of an eighteen year old clerk deep in her mouth and desperately swallowing his cum?
It had started during the third year of their marriage. She had been running in the park and had caught a flash of something off the jogging path, and had stepped through the thick woods to find the pleasant little glade occupied by an athletically built young man lying in the sun and reading a men’s magazine. There was a small pile of college textbooks beside him on the blanket, but his attention was focused on the magazine and he had a huge cock in his hand, masturbating.
He had raised his eyes and flushed deep crimson when he saw the slender ponytailed blonde with her breasts rising and falling rapidly from her exercise. Her odd, amber colored eyes were riveted on his swollen erection and her nipples were suddenly poking out the front of her sports bra. The tight lycra running shorts she wore covered her slim hips like a glove and enhanced her long graceful legs. He was scrambling to stuff his prick back into his shorts when he heard her speak in a soft voice.
“Don’t,” she whispered. He froze, looking her inquisitively. Her generous lips were puffy, her nipples were rigid, and one dainty hand had crept between her slender thighs. “Don’t hide it, please, I want to watch!” Lacy couldn’t believe the words coming from her mouth. What the hell was she thinking?
Still slightly embarrassed, the young man stopped trying to stuff his erection back into his shorts and let it hang free. “Do it,” she pleaded. He wrapped his hand around the thick penis and slowly stroked it, staring at the sexy, sweating woman. He was suddenly aroused by her watching him, and he began to twist and jerk at his swollen manhood. He stopped and slid his shorts to his knees, and knelt on the blanket, the magazine forgotten. Lacy felt the flames of desire rise in her belly and she knelt to get a better look at the big purplish glans of his cock. “Yes,” she whispered, “like that…squeeze it.” Her free hand moved to her rigid nipple and began to twist and pinch it. She made small, erotic sounds that excited the young man.
“I…I want to see you too,” he whispered. Without taking her eyes from his throbbing cock she slid the tight shorts to her knees, exposing her shaved pussy to his hungry eyes. She heard his low moan and a wild recklessness overwhelmed her, a feeling she had never experienced before. Her eyes glazed over with a wicked lust and she stood, slowly removing her sports bra and kicking the shorts from around her ankles. Her thighs spread as she walked to within a foot of the frantically masturbating young man.
“Look at my pussy,” she whispered, pulling her delicate pussy lips apart so that he could have a better view. “Isn’t that so much better than that cold impersonal piece of paper?” She stepped closer. “Here, smell…”
He bent forward quickly, his tongue lapping at her wet slit and she threw her head back, reveling in the feel of his slick tongue against her clit and her lascivious behavior. Her knees quivered and he put his hands on her hips, pulling her over his mouth, slipping his tongue inside her. Lacy’s moans became louder and her hands went to his ears, pulling him into her heat. “Fuck me!” she cried.
He pulled her down to his blanket, laying her on her back. Her legs spread wide automatically, her hips writhing with need and she reached for his thick hard penis. The feel of it in her hand, the searing heat of it, drove her to pull him into her depths and she gasped at the sudden intrusion of hot manflesh.
Bucking wildly, she began to fuck him wildly from beneath. The young man was on top, but there was never any question who was in control.
Her ankles were locked behind the small of his back and she was squeezing him to her with her thighs.
“Pound me you fucker, fuck me harder. I want to feel your hot cum scalding my pussy!” she said as she humped her hips up against him. Unable to contain himself any longer, he sprayed his essence into her enthusiastically. Lacy convulsed in ecstasy.
She had been ridden with guilt afterwards, going home and trying to shower the guilt off, turning her skin bright pink from scrubbing herself. Curling into a fetal ball, Lacy had cried until she choked. A cup of hot coffee and an hour of concentration later, she came to the conclusion that the morning had been a one time aberration and that she would keep it to herself. No good would come of her confessing what she had done to David, and she would do her best to forget about the incident. What was done was done and no amount of self recrimination could change it. With her conflict resolved, she cheerfully went about her housework and preparing David’s favorite meal. After a pleasant dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, Lacy slipped into their bedroom and put on her sexiest negligee. David had forgotten all about his favorite TV show as she had dimmed the lights and knelt between his legs, giving him the best blowjob of his life. For the first time in her life, she hadn’t wanted to pull away
at the height of his orgasm. When David came she had pulled her lips back to the crown of his glans and sealed his cock off with her full lips, capturing every drop of his cum in her mouth. When it had been over and she had drained his balls, she had stood and stripped off her crotchless panties, crawling into David’s lap. When her heated pussy was pressed against his flaccid penis, she had looked into his eyes and opened her mouth to show him the thick load of cum inside. She closed her mouth quickly to keep from losing any and swallowed it all down. Then she had licked her lips with a lascivious smile and pressed her breasts into his chest. David had been awestruck and extremely happy.
The next time it had happened she had been shopping at the mall when she had chanced on a young man who was being berated by a very attractive young lady. Apparently he had worked up the nerve to ask her out and the spoiled little bitch had backed him into a dark hallway and was explaining in great detail why an awesome chick like her would ever go out with a worthless nerd such as himself.