by Lisa Reid
Story 4: Basic Bodies – Part 1
On February fourteenth, Alicia and Anthony, her stepfather had organized an erotic and passionate rendezvous at his manor, his playground. When they discussed and planned their arrangements for the ecstatic carnal adventures, Anthony had specifically instructed Alicia not to invigorate herself at all in the midst of the day prior to their meeting... His hard-coded rule denied Alicia the luxury of nipple play, pussy play, and clitoral play. He wanted her to be intensely stimulated and savagely consumed by her own wild sexual urges when he would show up. Although she reluctantly consented, the subtle vibrations in her voice advised his intuition that she wouldn’t comply. Anthony realized that Alicia would shower for him just before his planned visit. She always loved how much Anthony appreciated the fragrance of her freshly showered body, untainted by salve, perfume or cologne... It inflamed the raw passion that invigorated him to take her from that fresh bathed fragrance to the enticing and intoxicating aroma of sweat and pleasure juices that ultimately seeped as their amorous adventures progressed. Frequently he could smell her ecstatic fervor even before he saw its physical signs.
Arriving much earlier than the scheduled time, Anthony patiently waited outside his villa until he saw the washroom light in Alicia’s room turned on. Standing in the patio garden, he keenly noticed his stepdaughter’s developments, behind the frosted glass of the window. Slowly and steadily, Alicia walked into the shower. It was his manor, he always had a set of extra keys. Without wasting any further time, he rushed to the back door of the manor and let himself in.
He secretly tiptoed through the living room and into the bedroom. As of now, Alicia had lit the candles dissipated all through the room. The atmosphere within the room was dark as it patiently, yet impatiently waited for the initiation of the dark fantasy games to enlighten itself. Indeed, even the light from the washroom was excessively insufficient to illuminate the corridor or any other part of the room. “Perfect”, Anthony thought inwardly as he breathed in the scent of the room-freshener and the scented candles all around intoxicating him further. The restroom door was all the way open and Anthony stood simply at the entrance of the corridor, watching Alicia, her stepdaughter as she showered. For a moment, the seductive curves and tempting edges of charming temptress doped his mind. She moved earnestly under the shower as she typically did; wetting all her body aside from her long, thick and dense hair. Jetted and thick streams of water washed her lush framework, from the neck, then her shoulders, then streamed down her succulent udders, her navel and ultimately down to the joint between her legs. Anthony let her eyes devour the raw seduction of his attractive slave, as her long and sexy fingers lingered on her nipples. His manhood throbbed a little as he witnessed the temptation of his slave growing, a spectacular and thrilling sight not to happen too easily. For a moment, Alicia was nearly enticed to play with her nipples. Her edginess sent raw impulses through her veins inciting her, provoking her to deny the guidelines of the game. “An audacious behavior worthy to be punished severely Alicia, watch it!” Her devious mind screamed in her ears, “Girl, you love to be punished, don’t you? You love his attention all the time, don’t you.” But, the angel overpowered the devil this time as another part of his mind spoke, “You are true to your master, aren’t you Alicia?” She shook her head as if trying to liberate her mind from that extremely enticing thought of self-play, and continued with her bathing.
Alicia always knew the amount Anthony, her stepfather adored her smooth legs. As she recalled past sensual adventures and crafted the forthcoming one in her psyche, she lathered her legs with shaving cream and kept on shaving each one smoothly with the most extreme consideration. She needed to prepare herself before her master showed up. Slowly and steadily, she shaved the joint in between her legs and invested a ton of energy, guaranteeing that it was absolutely clean like a teenager. Smooth legs, neatly shaven pussy; she laughed as she completed her beautification pleased to show her lavish framework to her master to be ravished and used for his pleasure. And, that pride caused her downfall. Finally, the devil had overpowered the Angel. Snatching the after to shaving cream, she cautiously applied the strawberry flavored liquid all over her skin. As Alicia massaged it within her left thigh, Anthony, her stepfather keenly noticed that her hand paused and waited over her pubis. He saw her reclining against the washroom wall. With such a large number of carnal adventures before this planned one, Anthony knew her groans like the lines of his palm. In this manner, when Alicia groaned in that husky tone, Anthony detected the groan he had heard so frequently before and during fulfilling their savage wants. That groan only implied that his slave had defined his orders, extended the labia back over her clit with two fingers of one hand, while the middle finger of her other hand delicately brushed the core peeking out from that solidly extended tissue.
With that, Anthony walked silently to the shower and stood directly before the entryway. Alicia’s eyes were closed in fervor envisioning sensual illustrations of raw passion. The door creaked as Anthony twisted the knob to open the door completely and Alicia’s erotic imaginations were overwhelmed at that very clamor. She gasped in terror perceiving that her dominant stepdaughter Anthony had caught her red-handed in the act of sheer defiance of his orders and wishes. Without uttering a single word, Anthony held his hand out for her to take. Alicia was trembling with anxiety still uncertain of her master’s state of mind. “Shit Alicia! You wretched fool! Is he angry with me? What’s he going to do to me? Fuck it, Ali! How could you be so careless?” Alicia cursed herself as her mind continued racing from one idea to another. All of a sudden, the environment in the shower felt so damn cold or was she freezing in sheer dread. Her mind and body were bewildered with an uneasy blend of fear and wild excitement. With trembling hands, Alicia reached her hand out to him and left the shower. Still quiet and without articulating a word, Anthony grabbed the large shower towel off the towel bar and began to get her dry. Although her stepfather wasn’t harsh, he was cautious and careful in his approach. She gasped as the coarseness of the towel scratched over her erect nipples. Alicia, the stepdaughter, got reduced to a child as Anthony ordered that she bend over and used her hands to spread her butt cheeks so that he could get her dry there too. In that process, he caused her squat somewhat so that he could clean in between her legs also. As the rough texture of the towel scoured quickly over her previously stimulated pussy, she was gasping with hardly a pause in between.
“Come, my little dove,” the stepfather commanded as he turned and tossed the towel onto the floor.
“B...B...But,” the stepdaughter stammered.
His furious and cold look squashed the protest on her lips and she knew her endeavors of pleading would yield her no results.
As they walked back into the room, he pulled the heavy weighted oak seat from its place at the workspace. She realized what it implied, to spread her legs wide and bend over on the seat. For a moment, Alicia had her musings racing from one thought to another pondering the most exceedingly awful possible outcomes. “An over-the-knee spanking? Electrical stimulation on the pussy? An ice cube treatment in both her pits? Definitely, he isn’t that irritated with me,” Alicia attempted to compose herself as she inhaled deeply.
As he opened the closet containing their different toys, she stood frightened. As the stepfather examined those different instruments, she eagerly looked at him with dread-filled eyes. Anthony watched his little dove with unmistakable fascination and amusement from the corner of his eyes. He held each gear in the stock just to tease her fantasies, investigated them with keen interest just to elevate her tension. Some he returned into the closet, others he laid on the dresser.
Finally, Anthony grabbed the blindfold. The stepdaughter looked with fear in her eyes. The Blindfold. It constantly inflamed a degree of extreme enthusiasm in her. She generally feared it, yet she couldn’t deny it each time it was put to play. He kept her standing behind the seat, gripping the chair-back and then, he slipped the blindfold i
nto the spot. He stood quietly, watching her reaction. She inhaled hard as the darkness descended blocking her sight, yet escalating her wild fantasies. Her pulse, recognizable at the base of her neck, increased surprisingly. Her nipples hardened fully expecting a fascinating lustful storm.
Alicia stood grasping the seat and listened cautiously as Anthony moved back to the dresser. Her heartbeat pounded like bass drums when she heard his strides returning back. Yes, he returned and took her hands in his.
“Bend over,” the wicked stepfather commanded her as he pulled her hands down toward the seat. Alicia felt the peak of the seat back, squeezing into her stomach as she bent over. Her nipples were more invigorated and erect as the heaviness of her superbly formed udders followed gravity as she bent. She gripped the edges of the seat.
“S-s-s-s-s-o-a-a-h!” Alicia wheezed as she felt the rope circumvent her wrists and pulled tight. She was restrained to the seat hand rest. Anthony left again and she had her ears on high alert once more. Detecting a cling of some metal on wood, she understood his essence behind her.
His hand gripped her ankle. “Spread them,” He growled, pinching within her thigh until she had her legs spread wide apart. Again Alicia whimpered as her stepfather restrained her ankles to the legs of the chair. Anthony had his little dove absolutely restrained; her hands were bound, her legs were widely separated, uncovering her sex pits completely. Alicia heaved as her senses were vanquished by raw wants. “What’s he going to do straightaway? Spank me? Give me a finger fuck? Gag me on his cock?” Restrained, blindfolded, she didn’t know whether the first touch of her master would be the arousing touch of his hands, the stirring touch of Valentine’s Day rose, or a hard smack of his belt. She just knew the idea of any of her fantasies was making her unbelievably aroused. The more she contemplated, the greater was her submission moistening her. Her stepfather smelled his little dove’s arousal. The musk of her pussy, the sweet drops perspiring under her arms and her brow; indeed, he could smell her. He understood she yearned for this, craved for this, and needed this desperately. He strolled a foot back and give her a chance to gather her senses. Alicia was his. Alicia had no control. There she was dripping with savage wants and desires and yearning for his touch to calm her fire.
“I’m going to give you what you hunger for and what I need,” Anthony murmured in her ears. Goosebumps coursed through her lavish skin enraging her desires.
To show this, her stepfather ran his hands over her body. He took ample and serious time while he caressed her hardened nipples, kneaded them, squeezed them, and stimulated them until Alicia kicked her hips to express her desperate needs. He ran his hands between her legs and slipped his finger into the hot dripping pit of her burning pussy. Alicia was dribbling her wants as they traced their way through her inner thighs. His fingers felt like magic when he explored her wetness; nearly dragging her to the zeniths of excitements. “Come little dove, here, taste yourself,” he teased as he took his fingers in the vicinity of her mouth. Alicia snaked her tongue out, she found his fingers beyond her reach, she was going insane. Anthony continued his teases and just placed the finger on her luscious lips, she devoured her salty juices. She was going insane.
Her stepfather nestled her ear, “I now own your body slut, your mind, your soul,” he murmured. “You’re mine to do whatever I see fit. I’m your master, your God, your worst and terrible nightmare... The Devil and the architect of your devious wants.”
Besides, to exhibit to her that she was just his, Anthony took his left thumb and index finger and spread the fleshy cheeks of her butts.
“O-goodness, p-please n-no” Alicia stammered, recognizing what would occur.
Of course, his fingers attacked the profundities of her womanhood getting greased up in her dampness. Waves after waves of exquisite erotica smashed on the edges of her curves as she trembled with lust. Her thighs trembled as her rosebuds enveloped every inch of his strong fingers. Her body burned with intense lust as she shook violently. At that point, he pulled his finger from her pussy and slowly scoured the juices over her butt. She was not used to this so early. This act generally came somewhat later, when she needed it. Not at the earliest time. She was not ready.
Story 5: Basic Bodies – Part 2
“A-h-o-h-h-h-h! G-g-g-o-d, Ah! O-goodness o-i-i-h, p-please!” Alicia screamed as his well-greased up middle finger penetrated her ass to the knuckle.
“What did I tell you?” Her stepfather asked calmly.
“A-h-h! P-please! I won’t d-do Y a-n a-h!” She inhaled hard as if the air was being blocked from her lungs. She was getting choked without the gags or muffles. Anthony pulled his middle finger out of her anal pit, but only to thrust it back again.
“What did I tell you?” He asked once more, this time sterner, somewhat agitated; Alicia froze as his voice resonated in her ears.
“Wh-h-h-o-o-o-o!” she groaned understanding the warmth growing strongly in her pussy, “N-not Not to d-do an-any-t-thing w-with m-my p-pussy!”
“Yes...Without a doubt,” Anthony concurred, “And now you should pay the cost of defiance.”
“Please, Sir! If you p-please! I just W-whaaa!” she shrieked as he stroked his finger in and out again.
“I hate excuses, little dove”. He snarled, “Would you say you are ready to start and pay the price?”
She crashed onto the harsh grounds of reality. “Ready to start and pay the price?” She pondered alarmed and terrified as goosebumps coursed all over her skin. “We haven’t started yet?”
She groaned in an exquisite blend of relief and frustration as his finger slid out of her ass. She protested when it was inside her, yet the reality of the situation was, she ached for it, she was desperate for her master’s touch, she longed to satisfy his craving.
She felt him standing before her and his hand lifted her chin up. She felt the shine, the grasping warmth and passionate comfort of his breath as his lips spread hers.
The kiss she pondered in sheer anxiousness.
The kiss always denoted the initiation of their play.
His lips waited on hers and she opened her’s marginally to let his tongue slid into her mouth. His hands moved from supporting her face to brushing the tips of her hardened nipples as they hung tight the ends of her succulent udders. He snatched the back of her head with one hand and pulled her back more earnestly to him, finally taking her breath away and blowing her mind. She forgot whose air, she took in as her senses ached for more lust, want and need as he kept on folding his lips and tongue around her luscious and enticing ones.
“You understand how much I love you,” The stepfather expressed politely, yet sternly, and she sensed that his voice was filled with expectation.
“Yes, indeed,” Alicia mumbled; her heart pounding like drums.
Right then and there, she felt the blistering torment as the first nipple clip teethed its ideal place.
“S-s-s-s-s-o-o-o-h-h-a-r-r-r-g-g-h-h!” Alicia inhaled hard and fast as the teeth of the first nipple clip bit into the erect pap of her left nipple.
“Oh-h-h-i-i-o-n-n-n-g-g-g-g an ah!” she groaned as she felt the next nipple clip nibble into the fragile erect nub of her right nipple.
Driving herself to breathe in profoundly through her nose, she permitted the air an opportunity to fill her lungs. She waited enthusiastically for the underlying excruciating agony to pass by, but to her sheer surprise, she was getting excited by the consistent throb she so frantically required. Slowly the agonizing pain settled in and she groaned in ecstatic delight as the sensation moved from her delicate nipples down her spine, wandering to her pussy. Settling there and making her wiggle her hips in desperation.
In any case, Anthony wasn’t done with the nipple play. For some time, Alicia thought she felt something other than the vibe of the clamps. There seemed to be some sort of drag along with the gravity on them. In actuality, each clamp had been attached to a little chain fit for holding minor, yet exceptionally overpowering weights. He carefully attache
d weights at the end of each chain. She realized that something would happen, yet wasn’t prepared for the stun of anguish that coursed through her body when he held the loads up and after that dropped them along with gravity with the expectation that they snapped her delicate nipples straight down.
“Y-e-e-e-e-o-o-o-w-w! O-o-o-h-h-h, a-a-a-r-r-r-g-g-h-g-g-god! Oh my god, p-please!” she shouted as the weights swung back and forth pulling the nipple clamps, the teeth solidly gritted on every now red pap which was pulled and stretched out toward the end of her tits. Again, there was this disrupting pause; again the impatient wait that would allow her to settle in the blistering torment. Her pussy was throbbing in desperate cravings and started to ooze her excitements. Alicia felt it streaming down within her widely extended thighs and felt humiliated at the possibility of her uncontrolled stimulations and electrified stirrings.
As she moved her body, marginally to adjust her agony and control her excitement, she was immediately welcomed with another shock of intense pain when the weights on the nipple clamps swung to the ends of her nipple. “Ahh-h-o-o-o-h-u-u-n-n-h!” She groaned.
Anthony stood aside, discreetly watching her as she raved up in her torment. He smiled in intense joy and supreme delight as he saw her thighs smoothening with her juices. Alicia was starting to spill and she had so far to go he thought inwardly as he moved back to the closet.
He reached in and grabbed a little container of lotion alongside a medium-sized butt plug. Alicia always adored and admired anal, cherished each ounce of it, but she was little in her anal cavity and he was always careful not to use the enormous fittings. There is clearly a fine line between pain and injury and he was responsible enough to stay away from the later without any doubts.