by Hunt, Lexi
Then I did something really, really stupid. I looked at Daddy’s erection, then I looked up at his stern face – and I giggled! I just couldn’t help myself! It was all so surreal, the fact that he had caught me doing something so depraved and naughty, and yet he’s been the one to get so turned on that he lost control. I couldn’t help but giggle!
“Is something funny, Laurie?” my Daddy said in a low voice, trembling with suppressed anger. I immediately regretted my actions and cast my eyes to the floor. I was scared – but my pussy was positively throbbing! It was all far too intense. You could practically cut the tension between us with a knife. My breath caught in my chest and I went stiff all over, as if I was preparing myself for the inevitable.
Sure enough, my Daddy lurched forwards and grabbed me by the shoulders, wrenching me up onto my feet so that I tottered on my heels once more. I squealed with fear (and a little excitement) as he dragged me into the living room and slammed me against the couch. I toppled forwards and he bent me over the back of it, so that my tight round ass cheeks were just visible under my little pleated skirt. He kept his hand on my back, pinning me over the couch while he leered down at me. I felt so foolish – bent over and shivering with anticipation as my Daddy’s eyed burned into me.
“You know you’ve been bad, Laurie” he whispered “you know that I can’t let your behavior go unpunished!”
I squeaked and nodded, although he couldn’t see my head as I was draped so far over the back of the couch. Then I cried out in pain as a hard slap landed against my ass cheeks. Daddy was spanking me! He lifted up my skirt and tugged up my panties so that my pussy lips spilled out at either side of the soft lacy fabric – and began slapping my bare flesh. He grunted with exertion as he punished me, the slaps landing hard against my soft skin. I couldn’t help but gasp and moan as he slapped me, wriggling on the spot but unable to get away. He was just too strong! Too powerful!
“You deserve this, don’t you Laurie” Daddy whispered – although his voice was clearly strained. He was doing a good job of making himself appear to be composed and detached – but I could hear the underlying lust in his voice. He wanted me. He wanted my tight, teenage pussy.
“Y...yes” I managed in a small voice, still yelping with pain as he spanked me. “I deserve this!”
He grunted with appreciation as I affirmed what he’d said. I couldn’t believe how wet my pussy was becoming. Pretty soon he would be able to see my juices leaking down my inner thighs. He would be able to see how much I wanted this – and then I didn’t dare think what he might do. I was utterly at his disposal.
“You’re a naughty little slut, Laurie” he continued, tugging my panties to the side and revealing the glistening opening of my tight, wet cunt. Then without warning he stuffed his fingers inside me and began finger-fucking me ruthlessly. The sharp pain coursed through my body and made me shudder – but it quickly turned into pleasure as his fingers became slick and wet with my juices. I let out a soft moan as his fingers slammed into me – I’d never felt anyone’s fingers up there besides my own, and I was astonished at how good it felt. Daddy certainly knew what he was doing!
“Like the way I finger fuck you, Laurie?” my Daddy asked as he slid his fingers in and out, occasionally swirling them over my hard clit. I groaned in response to his question, and he slipped another finger inside.
“You like it when guys bend you over like this, Laurie?” he continued, slamming his fingers up into me even deeper “you like to be bent over and used like the naughty little slut you are? Huh?”
His voice was getting louder and I could sense his impatience. But I didn’t know how to answer him. I was a complete and utter virgin, in every sense of the word. How could I answer his question? How could I lie?
“I... uh...” I began, but I didn’t have to continue. Daddy slammed his fingers up inside so hard that it hurt and I squealed and contracted around his fingers. He let out a small gasp. He could feel the truth. He could feel that I was a virgin!
“Jesus!” he whispered, but he was talking to himself and not me “so fuckin tight!”
He’d lost himself completely. I heard the sound of a zipper, and then I felt the unmistakable warmth of his huge cock as it gently teased my wet opening. I gasped and whimpered, feeling my stomach muscles contract and relax uncontrollable. I tried to push myself up, so that I could turn my head and face him – but he pinned me there. Then he yanked my panties down around my knees and cruelly dipped the tip of his cock into my tight pussy. I groaned and shivered – suddenly apprehensive and unsure of myself. I was a virgin! I had never done anything like this before – but now I was about to give up my sweet, untouched pussy to my own Daddy!
I drew in a breath, not sure if I were about to protest or groan with pleasure and desire – but it didn't matter. Before I had chance to make a sound I felt my Daddy’s cock sliding up into my cunt and with an earth-shattering thrust he pushed forwards with his hips and broke through. I yelp-ed and squealed, completely overcome with both pleasure and pain as he forced his way deep inside me.
“Oh shit!!” he grunted “babygirl, you’re so tight!”
I wailed with pain and pleasure, clawing desperately at the back of the couch as he began thrusting into me. I felt such pain in my center – but such pleasure coming from my clit and my wet hole that I just didn't know what to think. I was on the brink of something, and I couldn’t get my head around it. Then a hard spank on my ass brought me back to my senses, and the reality of what was happening hit me in full force. I was being fucked, from behind, by my own Daddy! It was so naughty!
“Daddy... please” I said in a weak voice as he began slamming into me even harder “please...”
He fucked me harder, making me yelp and gasp. Then he slapped my ass again, this time even harder than before.
“Daddy!” I cried out, this time even louder “Please! Fuck me! Fuck me harder Daddy!”
He gasped at my filthy, pleading words and immediately obliged. He slammed into me harder and harder now – so hard that the couch began to rock and shudder under the force of his thrusts. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough at that moment. I needed more.
“FUCK ME!” I demanded, squealing and wriggling under his dominance “fill me up, daddy! Make me squirt!”
He groaned and spanked me again. I could hear him panting and gasping, and I knew he was close to tipping over the edge. The thought sent a delicious shiver up my spine. I couldn’t wait to be pumped full of my Daddy’s hot cum.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” he cried, spanking my ass over and over, harder and harder with every thrust. I squealed as my pussy clenched around his shaft and I felt my orgasm beginning to uncoil inside me. It was so intense!
“Fuuuuck!” Daddy cried and plunged a finger into my asshole as his cock shuddered inside me. I screamed, feeling my orgasm finally erupting from within, as my Daddy emptied himself into my tight wet pussy. I squirted all over his crotch and onto the couch beneath me, as I felt hot spurts of cum filling me to the brim. I couldn’t believe what had just happened to me – but all I knew for certain was that I felt more satisfied than I ever had in my entire life. I was weak and powerless, unable to even support myself as I lay draped over the couch, feeling my Daddy’s cock as I relaxed inside me.
We stayed there in silence for a few moments while we caught our breath. Nothing needed to be said. My Daddy gently pulled out and helped me back up, then he turned me round gently and laid me down on the couch. To my surprise he bent low and kissed me tenderly, before smiling warmly at me.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson” he said softly, and I smiled in response. We both knew that I hadn’t. I was a naughty girl, through and through, and we both knew that I would need a little punishment again before long. My daddy knew me all too well.
Shared By My Daddy and His Girlfriend
“A Reluctant FFM Threesome Sex Encounter”
SYNOPSIS:
Emily’s Mother and Stepfather have rec
ently split up, but Emily wants to maintain a relationship with her dad, even now he is no longer with her mother. But the fact that her dad has now got himself a girlfriend who is just a couple of years older than Emily, is a fact that she finds hard to swallow. Although Emily doesn’t approve, she decides to go over to her dad’s new place and meet Tanya, her dad’s new girl, in an attempt to get to know her better.
After a couple of bottles of champagne, Emily finds herself getting to know Tanya a little more intimately than she bargained on. She finds herself squealing and moaning, as Tanya slips her nimble fingers up inside Emily’s tight pussy. But when daddy comes home and catches them in the act he takes matters into his own hands. Emily finds herself being dominated, punished and pleasured by daddy and his girlfriend – and there’s nothing she can do to stop them.
I took a deep breath as I stood on the front porch of my stepdad’s new house. It was large, with an impeccably tidy little garden, complete with white picket fence and roses in the border. His perfect little suburban palace. It made me feel a little queasy.
I raised my hand up to the door knocker and had to take another deep breath before conjuring up the courage to lift the thing and knock loudly. Everything about the situation just felt so wrong to me, but I was here now – there was no turning back.
I heard movement inside the house, then the jangling of keys. This was it! Time to put on my most convincing of fake smiles and prepare myself for what I could only assume was to be a horrendously awkward ordeal. I was meeting my stepdad’s girlfriend for the very first time – and she happened to be only two years older than me. The thought made me feel sick!
But I had to grin and bear it. My mom had moved on from their divorce a few months ago, so it seemed only fair that my stepdad should get his own second chance at happiness. I just never imagined it would be with someone half his age! It was all happening so quickly, it seemed like only yesterday that he was breaking the ‘good’ news that he had found someone to me – but here he was now, shacked up with her in their own perfect little home.
I couldn’t believe how shallow my stepdad was being. It was so obvious that he was only with this younger woman in a vain attempt at making my mom jealous. What could he possibly see in this younger woman, other than the fact that she would make a nice decoration when hanging off his arm at social events?
I felt a knot in my stomach as I thought about the situation. Everything about it was just wrong. But I couldn’t help noticing that I felt a little more than just concern for my stepdad. I felt... jealous. I wasn’t sure why, and I didn’t really want to spend too much time dwelling on the fact – because it made me feel uneasy – but the knot in my stomach and the prickling on my skin couldn’t be anything else. It was pure, ugly jealousy.
I couldn’t understand where it was coming from but I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling either. Something had changed between my stepdad and I over the few months that he had been split from my mother. An awkward tension had built up between us, to the point where I actually had trouble being in the same room as him. I would find myself fidgeting nervously in my seat whenever I was in his company, and I would notice my cheeks burning up. I could barely find my voice whenever he was around.
It had gotten to the point that I felt nervous to even speak to him, so although I wasn’t happy about the prospect of meeting his new girlfriend I was at least relieved by the fact that I wouldn’t have to endure an evening of awkward silences and heart palpitations in Daddy’s presence.
I felt slightly more relaxed as this thought entered my mind, and my fake smile came a little easier as I watched the door handle turn and the door swing open.
A gorgeous young girl, with long blonde ringlets and big green eyes stood before me. A wide smile spread across her face as she grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into a tight embrace. I gasped with surprise at the overly forward gesture, and stumbled through the doorway into the house.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Emily”, Daddy’s new toy said as she squeezed me tight. She smelled of sweet perfume and hair products, and I couldn’t help but notice how smooth her skin was as she rubbed her hand over my back before pulling away from our overly-friendly hug.
“Um... you too, Tanya” I said, visibly shocked and flustered by the strange encounter “Daddy’s told me so much about you.”
She smiled sweetly and lead me into the open plan kitchen and living room, where she promptly sat me down on the huge white leather couch and thrust a glass of champagne into my hand. I sipped it politely.
“So... um, will Daddy be down in a minute?” I asked, as Tanya poured herself a glass of champagne and sat herself down next to me.
“Oh, no sweetie” she said “didn’t he tell you? He had an important business call and had to leave this afternoon. He said he doesn’t think he’ll be back until late tonight – so it looks like it’s just you and me!”
I managed another completely fake smile and gulped my champagne. I had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
****
By the time I noticed it was beginning to get dark outside we had finished nearly two bottles of champagne, and conversation was flowing easily. It was strange, but after I had a bit of alcohol flowing through my system I realized that Tanya wasn’t all that bad. She was funny, attentive and good at leading conversation. There were barely any awkward silences, and as time went on I found myself laughing and joking with her more and more.
I couldn’t help but notice how stunningly good-looking she was, every time she smiled. She had a perfect mouth, beset with gleaming white teeth and accented with ruby-red lipstick that just seemed to stay perfect. I found the same strange feeling of jealousy creeping up inside me as I took in all the details of her smooth skin and long, silky body. But perhaps the most disturbing thing was the fact that I wasn’t sure who I was jealous of – Tanya or Daddy!
She just seemed so... perfect. Her body was lithe and supple, with long toned legs that seemed to go on forever, and her breasts were perky and round. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol in my system that was muddling my thoughts, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off the contours of her body. What the hell was wrong with me?
“You know something, Emily” Tanya suddenly said, jolting me from my lustful thoughts “I was really nervous about meeting you today. But you’re so much more easygoing than your dad said you would be!”
She giggled when she spoke, and I smiled back at her, gulping at my champagne once more. I knew just the sort of things my stepdad would probably have said to her about me. Our relationship over the years had been strained – and he probably still saw me as the awkward, moody teenager that he had grown so accustomed to over the years. Now that I was nineteen and finally living on my own, I was a completely different person. But I suppose he just hadn’t realized that yet.
I smiled to myself and grabbed the bottle of champagne from Tanya’s hand. She looked at me with a shocked grin on her face, and chuckled as I began to drink from the bottle. I suddenly realized that I was actually having a great time. We were getting to know each other, we were laughing. I suppose you could say that we were bonding. And it felt so natural. I hated to admit it to myself, but Tanya was really nice. A little too nice.
It was all happening so fast; the drinks, the conversation, the giggling. I was so captivated by her charms and demeanour that I didn’t notice the way she was slowly edging her way up to me on the couch. Nor did I notice how her leg brushed up against mine whenever she laughed. All I knew was that the more I spoke and giggled with her, the harder my heart seemed to thump against my chest.
Then my heart nearly stopped. Tanya placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed. The room seemed to melt away around me, and whatever Tanya was saying just became a muffled blur in my ears. I saw her lips moving, but I didn’t have a clue what she said. All I could concentrate on was the way her hand felt on my thigh, and the way she fingers gently began to squeeze my flesh.
There was so much
intent in what she was doing that I could practically feel it oozing from her as her hand edged its way up my thigh, very slowly. She wasn’t talking any more. Instead she was eyeing me with an intense stare, leaning closer and closer towards me.
“You know something, Emily?” she said, her voice soft and melodic as she loomed ever closer “I’m surprised at you. From what your daddy told me about you, I really didn’t think we’d get along. But now that I know you a little bit, well... I like you.”
Her lips were just inches away from mine, and her hand was still inching it’s way up my thigh, so that her finger tips were just grazing the bottom of my skirt. I shivered with dread and anticipation. What the hell was going on?