“Anything, I promise, just fuck my cunt. Please, Daddy, put that big cock in my pussy. I want it so bad.”
His cock bobbed against my ass. He drew back, fitted the huge head to my dripping cunt and rammed inward.
“Oh, Daddy,” I shrieked as his huge girth speared into me. “Yes! Fuck me with that big cock.”
“God, you’re so tight,” he said with a gasp.
I felt some pride at his reaction. With a little twist, I ground my hips back and tried to suck more of him inside me.
He gripped my hips, pulled back to the tip of his head and slid in again until he was balls deep in my pussy. We both gasped and stilled.
I could feel my insides throbbing, clutching at him like a hand and trying to milk his come right now.
“None of that,” he growled. “If I come without fucking your ass, slut, I’m going to whip you until I’m ready again, then fuck your ass even harder.”
I shuddered at the dark threat.
“But Daddy,” I protested. “It feels so good.”
“Yeah, it does,” he agreed on a long moan as he started to fuck me in earnest. He slammed in and out of me over and over.
“Gonna come,” I whimpered as he thrust into me.
Immediately he pulled out and yanked back on my hair. “No,” he said. “You are not allowed to come yet. I will tell you when.”
“That’s not fair,” I whined.
He chuckled. “I know.”
Daddy parted my ass and rubbed some of my pussy juice onto my asshole. I winced and clenched. He smacked my ass.
“Relax,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you. If you’re tense, it makes it harder and you could tear, despite the lube.”
I nodded, dropped my head a little and concentrated on relaxing my ass. The tip of his finger slid inside.
It didn’t hurt, to my surprise.
He wiggled a little more inside then dove in to the second knuckle. He bent and twisted his finger and to my shock, I found myself getting aroused all over again.
“Daddy?” I asked.
“Feels good, doesn’t it slut? You like having something in that tight little ass, don’t you?”
“I, I don’t know,”
He pulled his finger out, applied more lube and inserted two fingers. I gasped and whimpered. It felt like a burn around my asshole, but not exactly unpleasant.
The burn zapped to my pussy sending confusing signals of pain and excitement and enjoyment.
Daddy plunged his fingers deep into my ass, spreading them into a vee as he pulled them out. I could feel the ring of my sphincter relaxing and opening up more. It felt good. Dirty.
I moaned in approval.
I guess it was what he’d been waiting for. Daddy once more slickened his cock with the lube, spread my ass apart and dribbled the cold liquid deep into my asshole.
Then he fitted the head of his dick to my tiny rosebud and pushed slowly. I bit my lip, my hands clenched into fists. I rubbed my bound tits along the leather of the sofa, anything to distract me from the way my ass felt as it was split open.
It hurt. A lot. I thought he really was tearing me open.
But it also felt so amazing. I wanted more.
“Good girl,” Daddy crooned. “You’re doing so well. God, I wish you could see how wide your tight little ass is opening to take my cock.”
He spread my cheeks and hooked his thumbs along the edges of my asshole and pulled. His dick slid further in.
“Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I wailed.
My ass was stuffed. Every nerve ending was stretched to the nth degree. I could feel my heart beat pulsing around Daddy’s huge dick. It burned, it hurt, it felt fucking amazing.
He stopped, pushed some hair out of my face and bent closer. “Okay?”
“Yes, Daddy. It feels … good.”
He grunted, grabbed my hips again and pushed further in. There was a slight tear, a smolder but nothing I couldn’t bear.
The pain actually added to the forbidden, dirty aspect of fucking my step-father. I was doing the nastiest thing I could with him.
And I loved it.
“Fuck my ass, Daddy,” I moaned. “Fuck it hard.”
He slapped my ass. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you hard, slut. But not until I’ve stretched your asshole wide. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel my cock in you for weeks.” He punctuated his words with deep pushes until he was so far into my bowels, I could feel his pubic hair tickle my cheeks.
He pulled out again and I winced as the tip flared and pushed open my ass ring. Then he thrust slowly inside again. Over and over, he slowly invaded my ass. A slow and steady pace that began to frustrate me. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough to send me over the edge.
“Daddy, please.”
“Please what, slut?”
“Fuck my ass hard, Daddy. Punish my ass with your cock.”
“All right slut, you asked for it.” He drew his hips back then slammed so hard into my ass that I was jammed into the arm of the sofa, left breathless.
It hurt but in a delicious kind of way. “Yes, hard, like that, Daddy.”
I was being bad, I needed to be punished. Wanted him to fill me with his cock again and again.
“Yeah, slut, take your Daddy’s cock in your ass. God, you’re so fucking tight.”
He fucked me hard and long. The smack of his pelvis to my ass rang in the room. My asshole began to burn and I whimpered as I felt another orgasm approaching.
“Daddy, I have to come.”
“No,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m going to fill your tight little ass with my hot come. I’m going to flood your ass with it, slut. You will not come before I do.”
His words were my undoing and even as he yelled, slammed deep into my bowels and emptied his seed into me, I came, too. Again and again and again.
I think I must have passed out because the next thing I knew, his limp dick was slid from my ass with a wet pop and he dropped onto the couch beside me. His come dribbled from my ass and down my legs.
My knees shook and my vision blurred. I tried to straighten, but couldn’t move. The ropes were still as tight as before.
“Daddy, aren’t you going to untie me?” I asked.
He picked up a towel and wiped his dick clean. “Hell no, slut. It’s time to pay for having my cock in your pussy. Not to mention your punishment for coming without permission.”
A feeling of uncertainty gripped me. “What do you mean?”
He rose, stretched and strode across the room and picked up a cell phone. He sauntered back to me as he dialed. Daddy stroked my head like an errant child.
“Jeff. Devon. Listen, I have a little slut in my suite who is in dire need of some discipline. Can you give me a hand? Yeah, bring whatever you want.”
He smiled down at me. “Hell, yeah I’ll let you fuck the bitch. In fact,” he winked at me. “We’re going to fuck her at the same time.”
Daddy hung up the phone and sat down next to me, his hands dangling between his legs. His cock remained semi-erect. I could not take my eyes from it.
He slapped my ass lightly. “Once Jeff gets here, you will service us both. For tonight, you will be our slut, ours to do with anything we please. Do you understand?”
I licked my lips. My wildest, and most hidden fantasy, was coming to life. I wasn’t about to let it go without having him fuck me again. Besides, at that moment, all I wanted was to have Daddy’s cock in my pussy. I would do anything for him.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “But what about after?”
He started and stared hard at me. “What do you mean?”
I felt another blush rise up in me and I tried to shift on the couch. “After tonight. Will I see you again?”
Daddy stood up and untied my hands from my knees. He helped me stand upright, rubbed the tight spot on my back. I sighed at the small intimacy.
“That depends,” he said and slapped ideally at my tits.
The ropes pressed into my f
lesh and his light smacks only increased their sensitivity. I rose on tiptoe, but did not try to move away from him.
“On what?” I managed.
A knock sounded at the door and he strode across the room to answer it. He pulled open the door and admitted a tall, brown haired man.
“On how well you perform for the rest of the night.”
I looked the other man up and down. He was pretty cute, too. A little on the thin side, but he had nice features and big hands. I nodded. “All right.”
Jeff looked at him with a raised brow, but Daddy didn’t give him any additional information. “Jeff, this little bitch in heat is Cassie, my step-daughter.”
Jeff’s eyes widened at that and he gave a low whistle as he approached.
“Damn, man, she’s one hot piece of ass.”
Daddy grinned. “I just had her ass and yeah, it was hot. And tight. Can’t wait to sink balls deep in there again.”
I blushed at the compliment, even as my cunt dripped from the promise.
Jeff strode forward. “She legal?”
“Hell yeah, she is. Turned 21 a few weeks ago.”
He remembered my birthday. The knowledge sent another flush of warm appreciation through me.
“So, what’s the plan?”
Jeff crowded me. Not really touching, but definitely in my personal space. He towered over me, taller by at least 6 inches than Daddy, which made him about 6’4 or so. And up close, he looked a lot thicker and more muscular than I’d originally thought.
His big hand came up and cupped my left tit. I gasped at the heat from the contact. His smile was harsh as he squeezed.
Pain lanced through me and I bit my lip, staring at Daddy over Jeff’s shoulder. He had a frown on his face but didn’t intercede.
“She a pain slut?”
“Don’t know yet,” Daddy said. “But I don’t think we have enough time to find out tonight.”
His glance appraised me and I got the feeling he was very, very curious about that aspect of my personality.
Shit, to be honest, I was curious, too. I sure as hell liked it when he slammed his big cock in my ass. I liked being bound by the ropes. I liked the way Jeff’s fingers tightened and released my aching tits.
Daddy moved in and began to untie me. “She’s been in the ropes for about an hour. Don’t want any lasting damage.”
“No,” Jeff agreed, his gaze avid. He whistled. “Damn, look how purple her tits are. And so fucking firm. Rare to see such natural beauties.”
Daddy dropped the rest of the rope and my entire body exhaled, glad to be free of the pressure.
He bent and picked up his duffle bag then grabbed my arm. “Let’s go to the back room. I don’t know about you, but I’m too damn old to be fucking on a couch.”
“You’re not old, Daddy,” I said softly.
Jeff started and his gaze swung between us. “Daddy?” he repeated. “Dude, that is fucked up.”
Daddy grinned. “I know.” He shook me lightly. “Tell the man what you like, slut.”
I smiled at Jeff. “I like my Daddy’s cock.”
“Where?”
My pussy clenched, followed rapidly by my still sore ass. “Anywhere he wants to put it.”
Jeff laughed as we stumbled into the bedroom. “Damn, you are one hot whore, aren’t you?” He pushed me lightly on the bed and I bounced up and down for a second, the movement made my tits sway madly.
He caught them in tight, harsh hands.
“Aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I said softly.
“Say it.”
“I’m a hot whore.”
“No,” he shook his head and his fingers dug into the soft, pulsing sides of my tits.
I winced.
“No, you’re Daddy’s whore.”
My heart skipped a beat. I looked at Daddy who lounged in the doorway. “I’m Daddy’s whore,” I said, my voice as full of love and submission as I could project.
He winked at me then came inside.
He shouldered Jeff out of the way and slung his duffle on the floor at the foot of the bed. He bent and rummaged, coming up with a long, wicked looking riding crop. The flat end was wider and longer than one would find in a normal tack shop. I knew he’d purchased this one special from a BDSM merchant.
I shivered. It looked like it would smack with painful intensity.
“Stand up,” he ordered. “Jeff, take your clothes off and get on the bed.”
I rose as the other man complied. Daddy played with my hair, stroked it softly. I mewled and leaned into him, absorbing his heat.
He pushed me down onto the bed. “Crawl up there and suck that cock, slut.”
On all fours, I inched up the bed, aware of Daddy’s avid gaze on my ass cheeks. My still red and slightly stinging ass cheeks.
“Suck him, bitch.”
Jeff sat against the padded headboard, legs spread wide and one big hand wrapped around the huge stalk of his cock. I swallowed hard. Fuck, they weren’t kidding. Big hands did equal big meat.
I leaned down and licked the tight, hot head. He didn’t taste as good as Daddy, a little saltier, but not too bad. I scooted my knees in a little more, knelt a little deeper into the bed and set about cramming that huge piece of dick into my mouth. I slurped and bobbed happily. Jeff liked it too. His moans and groans and soft “Fuck yeah, you damned good cocksuckers” gave testament to that.
“Slut,” Daddy’s voice was strong and commanding from the foot of the bed.
I pulled my mouth off of Jeff’s dick with a loud pop and looked over my shoulder at him. “Yes, Daddy?”
“What did you do earlier?”
I frowned, not sure what he meant.
He sighed impatiently and shook his head. “Two more for forgetfulness. Fuck, at this rate, your ass is going to be so raw you won’t sit for a week. What did you do that I told you not to?”
Jeff tried to push my head back down to his cock.
“I came, Daddy,” I said, tears in my eyes.
“Yes, you did.” He didn’t really sound upset. More excited. “And for that, I’m going to give you twenty swats with the crop. You are to keep your mouth on his dick. Suck him, keep him happy, but do not bite him. No matter what. Do not come up off that cock or it will be fifty. Do you understand, slut?”
I nodded just as Jeff succeeded in pushing me back down. I dribbled saliva over his mushroom head and tried to brace myself.
I was not expecting the pain to be so sharp. Daddy’s crop caught my right ass cheek from underneath. The blow lifted me up, the force so hard and loud in the room. But I hung on to my oral grip of Jeff’s dick.
I whimpered. The pain was sharp and searing. But exciting.
Several more blows landed on my still tingling ass. After the tenth, I started to try and dodge them.
Daddy’s deep laughter sounded from behind me and his hands gripped my hips hard. “Stay still, bitch. I can still make this fifty.” He rubbed my butt, his palm rough and plucking at my on-fire skin.
I moaned and shivered.
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Huh, you just might be a pain slut yet.”
I wanted to tell him I was his slut, but didn’t dare take my mouth away. Twenty was plenty. I don’t know I could survive fifty, even to please Daddy.
Another few blows landed with loud, staccato raps on my tender ass. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with my spit into Jeff’s curly brown pubic hair.
“Spread your legs, slut,” Daddy commanded.
I obeyed and my inner thighs screamed in protest. Suddenly, pain exploded on the insides of my legs as he slapped at me with the crop.
I jiggled but kept sucking. Up and down. I swirled my tongue over the tip of Jeff’s big dick, slurping up the salty pre-cum that dribbled from it.
The bed dipped and Daddy covered me with his body, the rough burr of his leg hair scraped painfully over my burning ass. “Are you ready, slut?”
Ready for what? But I couldn�
��t ask, since my mouth was still full of dick. I moaned an assent instead.
He chuckled, pushed aside my hair and kissed the back of my neck.
I groaned again. God, how I loved that intimate touch. The feather softness of his lips trailing over my most sensitive erogenous zone.
The bed swayed again as he leapt off. “Don’t scream and don’t bite,” he said.
Seconds later my entire cunt erupted in a glorious haze of light and pain as Daddy slapped the crop right between my legs and onto my clit.
I opened my mouth wide to gasp in some air and not bite Jeff’s dick. His hand shoved me down, forced me to deep throat him. Again, Daddy slashed my clit with the crop and my throat opened up.
Jeff’s cock slid in.
“Christ,” he muttered, hips thrusting up. “This kid is a fucking cock-sucking genius.” He pounded and fucked my face until spots swam in my vision and I thought I would pass out.
“Don’t come in her mouth,” Daddy ordered.
“Why the fuck not?” Jeff demanded, voice tight.
I tried to stay conscious, tried not to bite.
I strained upward and reached the tip of his dick. I inhaled and exhaled sharply.
Thank God, I could breathe again.
“Because,” Daddy said. “I want you to coat her slutty face with your come.”
Jeff’s dick jumped in my mouth and he gripped the shaft and eased it out of my mouth. “Oh hell, yeah.”
He pumped his cock in long, sweeping motions. Tendons stood out on his neck and he threw his head back, his eyes stayed tight on me. “Open your mouth, slut,” he demanded.
I did and he growled as he came. Long, hot ropes shot from the head of his dick and splattered along my nose, my eyes, in my mouth. I moaned at the warmth, the smell.
Daddy caressed my head. “That’s a good girl,” he crooned. “Look at you, all covered in cum.”
I nodded and a strand slid off my cheek and plopped onto the comforter.
Daddy looked at Jeff. “How soon until you can get that thing hard again?”
Jeff looked exhausted but he grinned. “Give me another ten minutes and I’ll be ready.”
They both stared at me.
I cleared my throat. “Could I use the restroom, Daddy?”
He nodded and I scrambled off the bed, bolted into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.
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