She Likes It Rough

by Lisa Reid

  Mr. Ortiz just grinned victoriously as he realized the young girl just came against him, twisting, shuddering, and whimpering on his lap. He spanked her more viciously all the time during her sexual release, his hand felt the agony of the continued spanking, his palm felt the terrific heat of the relentless spanking, yet he didn’t stop even as Isabella’s whines and groans of ecstatic pleasure transformed into cries of distress. At long last, he let his hand lay on her wounded, swollen ass, stroking her own hand imprints, beaten skin with his palm. Reaching for the ginger butt plug, he gave it a little twist, feeling her shiver and jerk against him.

  “Now,” Mr. Marcus Ortiz teased. “You can persuade me how sorry you are as you ride me, or I can spank you until you’re ready to regret like the slut you are.” He gave her burning, cherry red, sore ass cheeks another vicious sharp spank, the sound of skin against skin reverberating through the room. “What do you say, slut?”

  Isabella just groaned behind the gag. Tears trickled down her reddened cheeks. This wasn’t at all how she had imagined losing her virginity, yet she realized that he would simply spank her (or more regrettable) until she concurred to his terms. She cried as he spanked her once more, harder and ferocious that the last one, then immediately nodded her approval, breathing hard through her nose.

  “Good little slut,” Marcus appreciated. Grabbing her by the hair, he pushed and pulled, peeling her skirt off her and settling her until she was straddling his lap, absolutely naked from the waist down. Isabella was facing Mr. Marcus, and he gazed at his own reflection in her frightened, beautiful eyes, adoring how vulnerable and helpless, she looked with her mouth gagged and those enormous eyes gushing down tears. She gazed at her own reflection in his expressive, sparkling eyes, she shivered at the thought of the inevitable, she sensed her lust corrupting her sole existence. “If you attempt to get away, or you don’t obey as you’re told, I’m going to put you over my oak desk and whip you with my belt,” he said. “Fuck, I’ll whip your streaming, glorious, virgin little cunt if you ever put a foot off the mark.” Reaching between them, he pushed her shirt up over her chest, adoring her succulent teenage bosoms. They were ample and perky, smooth and great. Reaching behind her, he unclasped her bra, releasing those juicy milk buckets them from their prison so that they bounced and giggled before his hungry lips. The nipples were hard and swollen from her sensual excitement; Isabella had hardly come down from the highest peaks of lustful excitements.

  Taking a pair of scissors from the pen holder, her stepfather sliced through the bra, ignoring Isabella’s whines of dissent. “From now and into the foreseeable future,” Mr. Marcus asserted, “If I find you wearing a bra in this house, I’ll grant you the most brutal spanks, even if you obey my commands.” He stripped her bra away. “You have exquisite tits – there’s no reason why you shouldn’t exhibit them. I’m certain you’ll get more significant attention from younger men. I likewise need you to wear shorts, wear over the knee skirts without any panties. Consistently. Everybody has to realize what a little perverted slut you are, a deviant little bitch who just orgasmed from a hardcore over the knee spanking. Am I clear?” All Isabella could do was to nod her approval. He left her top, simply racking it up so he could see her juicy bosoms, superbly round and a decent D cup, topped with pink nipples.

  “His lips against yours, filling your body with unquenched desire. Feeling his hot breath against your mouth as he exhales into you. A touch so strong you have to steady your body against his for the fear of falling.” Isabella felt her perverted thoughts poking her sole existence and corrupting her soul.

  Sliding his hands up her stomach, Mr. Marcus Ortiz took a bosom in each hand, squeezing them, mauling them with all his strengths and kneading over the tight, perky, nipples. He grinned as she panted, leaned forward and sucked in one of her tits into his hungry mouth, rolling the hardened nipple between his teeth, teething just sufficient enough to make her pant and arch her back with torment. Electric impulses of lust hushed down Isabella’s spine that produced a tingling effect in between her legs. He worked her nipples for a few long minutes, squeezing, tugging, pulling, biting and rolling them expertly in between his lips, tongue, and mouth until they hurt with sensitivity. He would have a fabulous time tying off these ample bosoms and spanking them, or clamping the nipples and stretching them until she shouted in an ecstatic blend of pain and pleasure. One more day, maybe.

  Story 7: Female Requirements – Part 3

  Poor Isabella had never truly had someone play with her sensitive and juicy bosoms like this before. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as he exposed her, fixing her look at the wall, trembling like a leaf. The most intimate she had ever been under these current circumstances was when one of the football players had given her bosoms a snappy squeeze while they had been making out, yet she had pushed him away, rebuffed him saying it was too early. He had dumped her within the next couple of days for not putting out. She heaved and groaned throatily, arching her chest into his passionate considerations, shivering and twitching as he worked her nipples until they got so vulnerable that even the faintest brush of his fingers or his tongue made her squirm in pain and pleasure. It was excruciating; however, it ached in such a stirring way, that she really wanted to arch her back and offer him her tits, jerking when he got excessively harsh, recoiling a little when he bit her. However, she couldn’t deny that her pussy was soaking wet, that her nipples were hard and yearning for his impassioned and impulsive consideration.

  Breathing in hard, deep and fast, her stepdad inhaled her fragrance; Mr. Marcus slid a hand between her legs. He thrust two fingers inside her, moaning at how wet she was. He could sense her pussy clenching and squeezing around his fingers, desperately attempting to devour him in her lustful moist. The hymen was still intact, and he was anticipating breaking it. Through the slender wall isolating her butt from her pussy, he could sense the ginger butt plug still covered inside her, and he grinned wickedly. Unbuttoning and unzipping with one hand, he pulled his leaking and hardened cock out. Pre-cum spilled from the tip and he moaned, pulling his fingers out of her pussy and replacing it with his cock head.

  “I need you to slide your hot cunt down on my dick,” Mr. Marcus breathed, his cock throbbing exactly at the idea of sinking into that tight warmth. “You must not stop until it’s all the way inside you. I hardly care if it hurts you. If you stop, I’ll whip your cunt before I fuck it.”

  “He is responsible for your peaks and valleys, Isabella. The pulsating waves and earth-shattering releases that you experienced flying the pleasures of the highest heavens. It doesn’t matter if you are restrained or not, whether you fuck or make love, he is always in control. In fact, he is in absolute control.” Her perverted mind screamed in her ears as goosebumps coursed all over her skin. Isabella whimpered, sobbing at her sheer helplessness and vulnerability. She could feel his bulbous cock head at her lubricated opening – it appeared to be so much bigger than his fingers. She didn’t have the foggiest idea of how she might get it inside her. Breathing deeply through her nose, she begged him with her eyes, however, she realized it was pointless. She moved, dropping herself gradually down on his gigantic, thick cock, feeling it open her up gradually. She winced, breathing hysterically as she cautiously pushed down. It ached, burned, tore her into halves as she attempted to get it in her, and for a moment, she figured she couldn’t manage it, yet the idea of him whipping her cunt restored her will. With a muffled scream, Isabella forced herself down on his big fat dick, realizing something break inside her, piercing agony transmitting through her as she forced herself down until his big fat cock was all the way in her tight, little, streaming, virgin cunt. When he was in her, Isabella just screamed – there. She had finally lost her virginity. Mr. Marcus had taken it from her.

  Mr. Marcus Ortiz just moaned as she welcomed him into her hot, tight, virgin cunt. “Fuck, I always love virgins,” his perverted mind screamed into his ears. They were generally so tight, and they got wet so effectively. Inde
ed, even as Isabella hurt herself for him, her pussy was so tight and wet. Mr. Marcus felt Isabella’s thrust down, his bulbous cock head rocking through her hymen. The devious stepfather laid his hands on her lustrous hips, enabling her to ease down the rest of the length of his big fact erection until his balls were squeezed up against her mons, his ten-inch big fat manhood buried right inside her tight womanhood. The stepfather groaned and fucked upward, attempting to thrust further.

  “That’s my good slut,” Mr. Marcus breathed, slapping her clenched perfect ass. “Now, ride me, as hard as possible. Make your daddy cum, show me how desperate you’re to earn your money and scholarship.”

  Isabella whimpered. With her hands bound behind her back, it was difficult to adjust herself, her up and down thrust. She could feel his big fat cock throbbing in her aching and delicate pussy. The ginger still burned inside her, however, its fierceness had faded away a little, enabling her to concentrate on how stuffed and full she felt. Her nipples were still hard, thus extremely sensitive. Inhaling deeply and fast, her legs quivered, she climbed off her stepfather, feeling his big fat cock move inside her. She inhaled hysterically – it felt like his thick cock was tearing her insides with it. Yet, she ached and yearned for the ecstatic blend of pain and passionate pleasure. This was something out of the world experience which she craved to fulfill, deep within her perverted mind.

  “That’s too slow for a prime slut,” Mr. Marcus Ortiz snorted. Grasping her hips, he forced her down on his big fat cock, lifting his hips so he could hammer up into her soaking pussy. He moaned as his big fat cock slid inside her warm, wet cunt in one thrust. The feeling was true heaven. “You feel so great, slut.” He groaned, beginning to use his grasp on her hips to fuck her in long, powerful strokes. He hammered somewhere inside with each push as if he was attempting to get as deep inside her as he could. Sliding a hand between her legs, he scoured his fingers over her swollen clit – Isabella was still aroused, flying the peaks of excitements from her stepfather’s hardcore spanking, and she shivered as he touched her, roughly, yet passionately.

  Slowly yet steadily, it got easier. Isabella’s aching cunt loosened up somewhat, so wet and smooth from her amorous excitement. Her chest heaved, her body shivering as her stepdad fingered her sweet, throbbing little clit. His big fat cock moved against a spot inside her that made her groan behind her gag. Isabella cried and whimpered as Mr. Marcus took her, shoving into her again and again. Goosebumps raced along her skin, her succulent bosoms bouncing as she slid all over on his thick throbbing erection. Her aching cunt milked his hardened erection. In the long run, she surrendered to the demands of her throbbing clit, pounding down against his fingers each time he shoved that rock hard cock right inside her.

  Her stepfather felt her climax before she tensed – rigorous and vigorous muscle contractions streamed through her pussy, gripping and milking his big fat cock and draining it as if her cunt was desperate for his seed. He groaned, working her clit faster, scouring quick circles over it as Isabella shivered and spasmed over him, her toes arched as her chest heaved, her ample bosoms bouncing directly before his face. Mr. Marcus leaned forward, gnawing and sucking on a nipple as he fucked her through her climax, feeling her hot, tight cunt spout around his big fat cock. He was so near to experience his overwhelming orgasm along with her, yet he held off – he would not like to come in her cunt. Besides, it would be extremely unpleasant if his new fuck slut got all swollen and stretched with pregnancy, and he didn’t let his sluts the luxury of contraception or abortions, regardless of whether he let the entire college football team come up her cunt.

  “You truly are a fine slut, aren’t you?” he teased, kissing Isabella’s ear as she at last quit shivering and jerking against him.

  Isabella just whimpered accordingly, overwhelmed and conquered by her second climax of the passionate sexual adventure. She could feel his cock pulsating inside her continuously and she cried – “Wouldn’t he at ever cum? Wouldn’t this ever end?” Her twisted mind screamed her perverted thoughts in her mind as she gasped. Her heart pounding like a thousand drums. She was so depleted – her legs felt like jelly, her stomach aching somewhat with how hard the Wicked stepfather had made her orgasm.

  Reaching behind her, Mr. Marcus Ortiz extracted the ginger butt plug from her butt hole. He pulled out of her overflowing pussy, fisting his big fat throbbing cock at the base. The bulbous cock head was messy and shimmering with their blended passionate juices, smooth and glistening with pre-cum, her wetness, and a little blood. He poked the cock head against her little virgin anal cavity, feeling her jerk with sheer shock.

  Isabella’s eyes widened. She began to gasp hysterically through her nose, begging behind her gag and shaking her head. She battled against the restraints on her wrists, her chest heaving, and her butt hole clenching.

  “What?” the devious stepfather inquired, giggling wickedly. “You didn’t think I’d fill your pussy, did you? And, knock a gorgeous fuck toy with a baby? I don’t think so. Plus, virgin ass is exquisitely tight, and I’m ready to claim that virgin asshole.” With that, Mr. Marcus grasped her hip, driving his dick into her virgin anal cavity. The ginger had tightened her up significantly more, exciting her marginally, stirring her lustful impulses, and it was difficult getting his smooth big fat cock inside her, particularly with her battling him. Be that as it may, Mr. Marcus was a tenacious man – he pulled her down, forcing her down on his big fat throbbing erection until the ring of her rear end clasped down around the glans. The cunning stepfather groaned, curving his hips as Isabella shouted behind the gag in a delightful blend of pain and pleasure. He thrust himself somewhere inside her, overlooking any obstruction; he went over until he was buried right inside her tight ass. He snorted as it clenched around him.

  It felt like a long thick baseball bat was being shoved up her tiny little virgin butt hole. Isabella shouted and screamed, tears spilling down her reddened cheeks. With the gag in her mouth, her desperate screams were muffled, and nobody came to her help as the wicked Stepfather pummeled his ten-inch big fat cock right into her anal cavity. She sobbed and shivered – it burned and ached more awful than the hardcore spanking, more terrible than anything she’d felt.

  “Who are you? You’re my girl...You ache to please me...You beg to serve me...You yearn to worship me...You’re my slut, my baby girl, my toy, my property, my love, your body urns for me, your heart beats for me, your soul longs for my possession, You are mine.” The cunning stepfather whispered in her ears and that resonated as goosebumps all over her skin.

  “Oh my god, I’m enjoying stretching out your tight little virgin butt-hole,” Mr. Marcus groaned. It just took a couple of thrusts of his hips before he shot up inside her butt, shivering and moaning as spurt after spurt of his sensual juices spilled into her reluctant anal cavity. It was so tight, draining him and squeezing him scrumptiously as he emptied his balls. At long last, he was done, and he pulled out with a sigh. Freeing her hands, he pushed her unceremoniously off his lap.

  Isabella snorted as she hit the floor. She tore the gag out of her mouth and cried. She was absolutely depleted, her eyes were red, her ass practically purple from the vicious spanking, bleeding out of both her pussy and her butt hole from the ruthless hardcore fucking that the wicked stepfather had given her. What was more awful was that a part of her deviant and perverted mind had delighted in it – she had orgasmed twice from her ordeal, and she was still soaking, her clit still looking out of her pink folds, yearning for more intense pleasure.

  “Get dressed and get lost,” Mr. Marcus Ortiz stated, tucking himself. Since he finished with her, he had little enthusiasm for her. “Also, Isabella? I hope to see you in my house consistently for the rest of the year. Also, I sense you may require somewhat home mentoring, isn’t that right? I have got a collection of exquisite and impeccable hardware that I can hardly wait to acquaint you with.”

  Part 2:

  Horny Step mom pleasured by their sons

  Story 1: Forb
idden Temptress – Part 1

  “We should go, hon,” I commanded. I hurried towards the mall entrance, I realized my wiggling ample ass was swaying in a tight pair of pants; certainly a tempting sight for any real man with a cock. I was wearing a deep blue shirt, my deep, dense hair cascading down my back.

  Anthony, my adopted son sighed and hesitantly pursued me. Off lately, he had been pretty tired. Why not? He had been tiring a lot for me, to make me happy, to pleasure me, to give me what I always yearned for desperately: to be desired every time, anytime, so many times. Besides, he felt somewhat pride in his potent manhood, long-lasting ability, and great sexual prowess. Soon, he would be in his second year in college, but I treated him like a little kid. And, those treatments surged his youthful testosterone through his veins whenever he pinned me down on the bed. Yes, he loved to persistently and passionately endeavor in every possible way to become a man in my eyes. Honestly, to me, he was more than a man; he was spontaneous, a superhero who came, ravaged and conquered me, my womanhood had a higher significance in his eyes than my motherhood, nothing to do with being a mom, or a wife, yet everything to do with uncontrollable testosterone. As for my husband, Trevor, well, I had made him perfectly clear about the new arrangement of our relationship since I caught him red-handed cheating on my back. Today, I tasked him to clean the house and clothes while I would go shopping with my man, my stepson, Anthony.

  Right now I was dragging Anthony along to the shopping mall as a punishment for a terrible grade he got on a test. Being a mom, certainly, I can’t undermine his studies no matter what. I wouldn’t have even discovered it if I had not been rummaging through his secret porn shelf. Men irrespective of their age sometimes tend to babble secrets whenever they feel elated. And luckily for me, and unfortunately for him, Anthony showed me his secret porn shelf the night I slept on his bed.