by Lila Foxx
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Contains graphic sex scenes of a nature that may be disturbing to some people.
Warning: These stories include scenes of graphic sex between a Daddy and his stepdaughter.
Eighteen year old Stacy just got kicked out of school, and now she’ll have to answer to her step-daddy. She’s expecting to be punished, but she never counted on that punishment including being fucked, shared and finally bred. Stacy’s going to enjoy her totally taboo punishment…
Excerpt:
I gasped as he pulled himself away from me, my chest heaving, and my nerve endings on fire with electricity. I just couldn’t take my eyes off him, my clit was throbbing with excitement and anticipation, and I ground my pussy against the dildo, knowing that the hot hard bulge in his pants displayed just how turned on he was.
He unzipped his trousers and I grasped at his smooth shaft, pumping it slowly back and forth and watching the bulbous tip darken to a deep shade of purple. Grabbing my head, he pulled it down to his cock and I took it greedily into my mouth.
“Ride the dildo while you suck my dick, baby,” he gasped. I rode the dildo hard as I sucked his dick furiously, letting my tongue slide up and down the thick length of him.
Stacy’s Lesson by Lila Foxx
Copyright © 2014 Lila Foxx
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Stacy’s Lesson
I always thought I’d be happy to be coming home. Instead, my stomach lurched and I felt nauseous as I hugged my school satchel closer to my chest. My breathing became shallow and labored as my anxiety grew. I knew that I wouldn’t be welcomed home with open arms. I’d been a very naughty girl and my hands shook as I wondered what my punishment would be.
I used to live in tiny apartment with my Mommy. There was hardly enough room even for just the two of us, and I was left alone in the apartment a lot while Mommy worked several dead end jobs to be able to afford for us to eat. Eventually, she got a good temp job as a secretary in a really big firm in the city, and it turned out that her boss was interested in way more than just her typing skills. When she finally married Jeremy, I was about twelve and it was like we’d won the lottery.
My stepfather Jeremy is a multi-millionaire. When we moved into his enormous mansion, I thought we were moving into a hotel it was so big and luxurious. The pool and enormous gardens were just the icing on the cake. I loved living at the house, and the first time I brought old friends home I felt like a fairytale princess.
Then when I turned sixteen, Mommy had to go and ruin it all by insisting that I was sent away to an all-girls boarding school. Not just away like across state or something. Away to Europe. The bitch. She said it was so that I could get the best education, but I knew that wasn’t the real reason. The real reason was that she was completely jealous of me.
Mommy has bottle blonde hair, and pneumatic fake breasts that have started to look ridiculous on a chest that is getting slightly wrinkled from years of baking in the sun. She could see that she was getting older and her beauty was fading, and I was like a painful reminder of how she used to look. With golden brown hair down to my waist, natural curves in all the right places and smooth, creamy skin it was like Mommy just couldn’t bear to look at me anymore.
So when any normal Mommy would be proud to have a beautiful daughter, she wanted to send me off to the farthest corners of the globe so that she wouldn’t have to be reminded of her own faded beauty. I was so mad with her for sending me away, and just as mad with Daddy for paying for it without even asking how I felt about being shipped off to a place thousands of miles away.
I thought that Jeremy liked having me around, and he always used to listen when I talked, unlike Mommy. For a big shot businessman I was disappointed that he just did what my Mommy told him, like a little bitch.
I’d been a good girl all the time I was at home, but as soon as I got to school I didn’t see the point of being good. If my family could reject me when I was a good girl, what was the point of following the rules? It started with small things like skipping a class here and there, refusing to wear the stupid school uniform and sassing teachers. Then I tried smoking cigarettes, and it wasn’t long before I was smoking pot too. Then came the drinking-one of the upsides of being in Europe is the lower legal drinking age. By the time I turned eighteen I was completely legal to drink.
My friends and I would sneak into the local village whenever we skipped class, and sometimes meet up with some of the local boys who would buy us vodka and cigarettes. Sometimes we even managed to sneak out at night and meet up with them. It wasn’t long before the rumors were flying around about me, but I didn’t care. Then Mrs Clarke, the stuffy old headmistress caught us in the village one night.
She’d decided to go for a midnight stroll and found my friend Emma fucking a local boy furiously in a phone booth, with her bare tits pressed up against the glass and her school skirt hoisted round her hips while he plunged his dick into her from behind. The rest of us smoked pot and watched them through the glass.
Two days after that, Peters-my Daddy’s bodyguard had turned up at the school to collect me and bring me home. He hadn’t said a word to me during the flight home, but I’d seen him staring at my tits when he thought I wasn’t looking. Now he was driving the limo, and as we pulled to a stop in front of the house my stomach lurched. I thought I was going to be sick. I’d wanted to come home so badly, but now I was here I knew I was in big, big trouble. I took a deep breath. Mommy was away on a ‘spa break’ so whatever it was would be up to Jeremy.
When the engine stopped, Peters climbed out and opened the passenger door on my side. I hesitated a moment, too scared to get out-but then, where else would I go? I climbed out of the limo, careful to keep my short skirt covering as much as possible so that Peters didn’t get to see more than I could help.
I stumbled slightly as I climbed out of the limo, and the dirty bastard ‘helped’ me by catching me with his hands on my tits. He squeezed them too, before I managed to regain my footing. I wondered what my Daddy would do if I told him that Peters was fondling his little girl.
I shuddered, and stormed into the house hoping I could make it to my room before Daddy saw me. When I got there he was waiting for me. He looked a bit ridiculous, perched on the edge of my bed with its bright pink comforter and mountain of stuffed toys. Especially given his muscular frame, and chiseled features. Tan, with gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, he looked a little bit like an older version of some of the movie stars my friends at school had pinned on their walls.
He was a million miles away from the immature village boys, with their wiry bodies and unkempt hair. Daddy was perfectly groomed, and he smelled of expensive aftershave too. In fact, he was quite sexy really. Much sexier than boys my age. His hands were resting in his lap, and they were big, strong hands.
I realized I was staring at where his cock was, and instead of feeling grossed out or embarrassed, I felt a tingling low down, and my nipples stiffened to push against the thin fabric of my shirt. God, I was so bad! Why would I think like this about my Daddy! Although I suppose he isn’t my real Daddy, just my mother’s husband.
Eventually, my cheeks flushed I raised my eyes, and they connected with his chocolate brown gaze. He look
ed very serious, and my stomach flip-flopped again.
“I knew you would try to avoid me,” he said, calmly. “So I decided to wait for you here.” He exuded dominance, probably from years of being in charge of a lot of people in his company.
I just continued to stare at him. I didn’t really know what to say that would excuse my bad behavior at school. When he didn’t break the silence, I finally said “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“And what, exactly, are you sorry for?” he said, sternly, his eyes boring into mine.
“For being a naughty girl,” I said. His hand moved from his lap, and I could have sworn that I saw a bulge there. The tingling in my pussy started again, deepening until it was a needy throb between my thighs.
“But just how naughty were you, Stacy?” he asked, a commanding edge to his voice that made my knees weaken little.
“I was very naughty Daddy. I sneaked out, and I smoked and I drank alcohol,” I said, tears starting to well up in my eyes.
“What about the boys?” he asked. “Were you naughty with them?”
“Well, they were drinking and smoking too,” I said.
He frowned. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands shifted in his lap and I tried not to look, but my eyes were drawn again to where his cock was.
I was confused for a moment, and then I realized what he was asking me. “Oh, no Daddy, I didn’t let them touch me.”
“Are you sure?” he said. “You didn’t take your panties off like a little slut?”
Another thrill ran through my body at hearing him say those dirty words.
“I’m not a slut, Daddy!”
“So you didn’t let anybody touch your little cunt?” He said, raising an eyebrow. I shivered in delight at the feeling that coursed through my body.
“No, Daddy.” I lowered my eyes submissively, and I was a little embarrassed. I was still a virgin, but suddenly I wished I had more experience with sex. Like Daddy must have.
“I don’t believe you. Prove it,” he said.
“Prove it how?” I was completely confused by now.
“Well,” he said, slowly as he licked his lips. My eye were drawn to them. I’d never really noticed before how full they were. My nipples were still hardened peaks, and I wondered what his lips would feel like on my nipples. He continued, seemingly oblivious to my aroused state, “You could let me check that you are… still intact.”
“Intact?” I asked, trying to control the surging feelings of arousal and wondering what he could be referring to.
“Yes… Intact,” he repeated, nodding his head slightly towards my crotch. Realization dawned again and my stomach lurched. Was he asking me to let him inspect my virgin pussy to check the hymen?
“I… I… Yes, Daddy,” I stammered.
“Good girl,” he said, “Remove your panties.” I pulled them down with shaking hands, and kicked them off my leg to one side of the room. Then I stood there, unsure what to do now and aware that my pussy was starting to dribble slightly, and my lips were coated in my sweet cream.
He motioned to the wooden chair in the corner of the room. “Sit down,” he said. I did as I was told and sat, keeping my knees pressed together. He got up from the bed and came over, kneeling in front of me. Then he placed a hand on each knee and pulled them apart roughly, exposing my pink glistening folds.
The rush of cool air that drifted over my shamefully swollen pussy lips felt delicious and I shifted slightly, arching my back and raising my pussy towards Jeremy’s face. He looked up at me in amusement and the sight of him looking up at me from between my legs made me desperate to move my hands and touch my swollen clit. But I didn’t dare move.
Without speaking, he moved his hands from my knees and used them to spread my lips wide.
“Hold your pretty little pussy open for me,” he said, and I reached down to hold the lips open for him. It took all my willpower not to touch my throbbing clit. When he was satisfied that I was spread wide enough, he inserted his middle finger into me. Despite being wet and open, my tight virgin pussy walls clamped hard on his finger. He smiled up at me.
“Very good, baby girl. That is a lovely, tight pussy. It feels just like a virgin should.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I said, secretly wishing that he would bend his mouth towards me and lick my clit to give me release. As if he knew what I was thinking, he leaned forwards, inhaling my scent.
“You smell good, do you taste as good as you smell?” he asked.
“I don’t know Daddy, why don’t you find out?” I asked, as innocently as I could.
He looked at me gravely, and then slapped my pussy sharply. The pain and pleasure combined was so overwhelming that I moaned. He smiled.
“Is that what you want? For your Daddy to lick your dripping little cunt for you?”
“Yes please,” I breathed.
Suddenly, he was standing so that he was towering above me, and he unzipped his trousers with one hand while fisting my hair tightly in the other hand. He released his long, smooth cock, and held it in front of my face. I could see the veins bulging, and a tiny bit of clear liquid running out from the bulbous tip. I licked my lips in anticipation.
“You’re a dirty little whore,” he said, taking his cock and smacking the side of my face with it. “Daddy’s dirty little whore,” he chuckled, smacking me across the face again with his dick. My cheeks burned in humiliation.
“Well, my dirty little whore. If you want Daddy to fuck you with his mouth, you’re going to have to have to let him fuck your slutty little mouth.” He forced two fingers into my mouth, and pulled my jaw so that my mouth was wide for him. Then he took his cock, and forced it into my mouth.
I sucked greedily, and he pumped my head back and forth. When it first hit the back of my throat I gagged, and I was embarrassed that I couldn’t take all of his cock like he wanted me to, but he grew harder in my mouth at the sound of my gagging so I carried on even more enthusiastically sucking and pumping my head. His cock slid between my lips, along my wet eager tongue, and he grunted and pulled on my hair harder.
“That’s a good girl, suck Daddy’s dick,” he said, thrusting himself in and out. Each movement sent more and more of his length into my mouth. I moved my hand down to my poor swollen clit, massaging furiously and feeling the delicious heat creep up from my core.
“If you cum, I will be very angry,” he said, staring down at me. I stopped massaging my clit and used my hand instead to cup his balls. He groaned and thrust faster into my mouth. “Do you want Daddy to cum in your mouth, baby girl?” he asked. I nodded slightly, unable to speak as the thick length of him filled my mouth completely. He pulled his cock out of my mouth so that I could speak.
“Yes Daddy, please cum in my mouth,” I nodded vigorously as I spoke and he started pumping himself with his hand, before guiding my head back towards him, but lower than before.
“Lick my balls, baby girl,” he said, “Lick Daddy’s balls like the dirty whore you are and if you do it good I will let you taste my hot cum in your mouth.”
I laved his balls thoroughly, enjoying the salty taste of them and the roughness of the pubic hairs against my tongue. I felt them contract slightly, and then Daddy was guiding my head back towards his cock. I opened my mouth wide to receive it just in time, as his hot, juicy cum spurted out and down my throat. I swallowed greedily, disappointed when I had finally milked him dry.
When he was done, he pulled me up and pushed me towards the bed. He guided me to lay down on my back and instructed me to grab hold of my ankles with my hands. I did, and the feeling of complete exposure thrilled me. My wet, pink lips, and my rosebud asshole were both exposed to Jeremy’s gaze. I could see his cock stiffening again and my core clenched with need.
He climbed up onto the bed and put his head between my legs, running his tongue between the soft folds of flesh in my secret place. I shuddered in delight as his tongue reached my clit, and he licked at the hardened nub slowly, gently, until I was almost losing my mind.
When he stopped I cried out in disappointment, and he slapped my pussy, hard, sending a further shockwave of delight and pleasure-pain through me.
He moved down, pushing his thick tongue into me, probing my tight teenage cunt with his tongue. I wondered what I looked like down there, with my legs spread wide and my secret places exposed to him. The thought of my Daddy seeing my pussy, and fucking it with his mouth almost sent me over the edge. I cried out and arched into him. Feeling my excitement he grabbed my hips and slammed me onto his tongue, fucking me thoroughly with it. A warm feeling grew in my core and radiated outwards. I bucked my hips and squealed in delight.
“Daddy, I’m going to cum. Please may I cum?” He seemed to like me begging for permission as his pace picked up. “Please, Daddy, your slutty little daughter wants to cum all over your tongue. Please, sir, may I cum?”
He grunted and moved his thumb to circle my clit in fast and furious motions. The extra stimulation combined with his tongue sent me cascading into a screaming orgasm. Daddy kept lapping away at my cum as it spurted out of me, and I released my ankles, sinking into the bed feeling boneless and relaxed.
Daddy chuckled, a low sound that stirred the tingle in my pussy again. “I haven’t finished with you, young lady. You need more punishment, much more.” I gasped in delight at the thought of learning more about carnal pleasures from my Daddy. He knelt over me with his cock in his hand, completely hard again, and I opened my mouth obediently.
“Look at you, desperate to suck my dick like a nasty little cunt,” He said. “I’ve had your mouth, and it was ok, but you have a lot to learn. If you please me with your other little whore-holes, I might decide to teach you how to suck a dick properly. But now I’m going to fuck your nasty little pussy so hard that it will make you cry and beg me to stop.”
“Yes, please Daddy,” I begged, “teach me a lesson and make me your whore. I want to be Daddy’s little cum-bucket and have my virginity taken by my Daddy’s big, strong cock.” I wanted him to take complete control over me, and my body. I wanted him to own me.
He flipped me over so that I landed on the bed on my stomach, and then spread my legs wide. I felt the tip of his cock press against my delicate folds and I whimpered in delight. Then he plunged into me with one swift movement and an intense pain ripped through me as he took my virginity, but he continued to thrust himself deep inside me, and my tight teenage pussy gripped his smooth cock.