by Lisa Reid
Anthony turned and walked around to her. “You defied an order, did you not?” he inquired.
“Indeed, I did,” she answered nodding her head enthusiastically in affirmation.
“You understand you must be punished...” The cunning stepfather expressed harshly.
“Yes,” she nodded again as her heart began to pound at the ominous reverberation in his voice.
“Be that as it may, I have got an arrangement for you dove. I need you at my mercy. I want to make you purr.” The stepfather murmured in her ears. Goosebumps followed its course through the gleaming sweating skin of Alicia as she trembled at her master’s wishes. Her heart was desperate to feel what she craved the most. She couldn’t rationalize it; it was simply wild desire, raw passionate lust. She had faith in lust and love. Her mind was out of her control to summarize love, desire, sex, and feelings to a fair equation. She lusted for the mess and chaos. She lusted for Anthony to go insane for her. She wanted to feel the enthusiasm, the warmth, the sweat, and the madness. Actually, she required them all.
Saying nothing further, Anthony moved behind her. She attempted to move in nervousness and then panted when he slowly and gradually leaked the lotion into the split of her ass cheeks allowing it to run down and run over the wrinkled rose of her butt.
“A-a-a-h-h-h, p-please” Alicia mumbled, “Ah-please d-don’t”.
“Too late, little dove,” he replied, “You defied an order. Your audacity must be punished.”
“O-h-h-h,” she inhaled hard and fast as he utilized his middle finger to spread the lotion over her butt, “E-e-e-c-h!” Alicia shouted in a mind-boggling mix of delight and pain as he pushed his finger inside her, again penetrating her to the knuckle. At that point, he immediately pulled his finger and grabbed the butt-plug.
It was around 4 inches long; it began as a blunt point that step by step expanded in size until it was around 1 inch in diameter. At that point, it diminished quickly to a tight neck that closed in a wide base. The design was impeccable with the ultimate objective that it all together expanded the anal cavity of the wearer as it penetrated. Then, it enabled it to close around the fitting and held it in place, while the wide base kept it from totally vanishing into the anal fissure. The result was a fundamental stretching joined by significant distress followed by a loosening up of the rear-end and a much satisfied ecstatic inclination.
“A-h-h-h-h-h!” Alicia wheezed as he utilized his thumb and index finger to spread her butt cheeks and totally reveal the winking cavity of her rear-end.
“U-n-n-n-n-h-h!” Alicia snorted as she detected him to place the tip of the butt plug in what she felt, by all means, the core of her body.
Her stepfather worked the butt plug about an inch inside and after that gave her a chance to push it back out. She screeched as she felt the fitting beginning the underlying stretching, kicking her hips accordingly, then screeching again as the internal penetration set the weights attached to her nipple clamps swinging.
Again her stepfather pushed the butt plug into the anal cavity further. “A-r-r-r-g-g-g-h-h, o g-god, p-p-pleeeease! N-no, p-pleeease!” Alicia screeched as she felt it stretching her butt until she saw red before her blindfolded eyes.
Again he allowed her to push it back out. She was wheezing and kicking against her restraints, yet striving hard to keep still, desperate to decrease the movement of the weights dangling from her nipples.
“Y-e-e-e-e-c-c-c-h-h-h! A-h-h-h-h, u-n-n-n-h-h-g-g, oh god! n-n-n-oooo! Wh a-n a-!” Alicia hollered as she shivered wildly in agony as the most extensive part of the butt plug was pressed into her. At that point, she gasped in relief as the shoulder of the butt plug infiltrated her rear-end and she felt her ass gripping around the thin neck. The base of the butt plug settled comfortably into her anal pit. She was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and breathing erratically faster in an ideal blend of pain and pleasure. Her pussy was literally spilling now and she felt the juices running down her calves. Her rear end was full, her tits were stretched out far and burning with a blistering sensation, but, she frantically desired to cum, her hips bucking in a regular fucking rhythm, be that as it may, her legs were stretched so far apart that she could feel no friction on her clit. Alicia cried in distressful frustration and an intensified arousal.
Her stepfather allowed her no rest. Without squandering any further minute, he grabbed a wide leather paddle resembling the design of a tennis racket. Anthony held it directly before her nose so that she could breathe in the scent of leather; she could take in the fragrance of her perspiration on the leather paddle from past carnal encounters.
“Goodness! No ! N-n-oo-t now!” Alicia pleaded desperately, “Not the paddle! Please, I’m so sorry, not the paddle. I have a butt plug in my ass, please not the paddle with a butt plug”.
“You can beg better, little dove,” he countered, “Possibly you’ll consider this whenever you dare to disobey and defy again in future.”
With that, he strolled behind her and taking his measure, brought the paddle over her upturned ass with a sharp S-P-A-N-K!
“W-hh-y-y-y-y-e-e-e-e-e!” Alicia shouted as the blistering warmth from the paddle burned her ass cheeks with a severely bitter sensation. Her butt plug plunged somewhat deeper into her anal pit at the thud of the paddle and she wheezed at the exciting fulfilling sensation it resonated. The weights swung strongly and clicked together, snapping the ever-sensitive stubs on her chests. Her pussy sobbed and she kicked her hips hopelessly wanting for her ecstatic sexual discharge. Regardless of her arousals, she was a long way from the pinnacles of her climaxes.
S-P-A-N-K the paddle crashed another blistering thud again...
Her stepfather was in no mood to let her relax.
He stayed by her, giving her a chance to adjust the torment. Alicia was squirming her ass in a painfully disturbed and traumatic agitating state. Two expansive stripes of red lay glimmering over the broadest region of her upturned hips. She was again in extreme desperation to calm her excitements by breathing in profoundly and rapidly through her nose. Her nipples burned with a blistering sensation blending with agony and delight, the nipple clips and weights kept on making their essence felt as the weighted teeth pulled relentlessly at her delicate and stretched out nipples.
Her ass were gripping around the base of the butt plug, with each constriction came a surge of exciting sexual agitation. All she could pray to God for was to help her cross the limits of her sexual zeniths; however, Anthony was too mindful about his pet play to even consider turning off the heat so soon.
Her stepfather stepped forward, measured her ass cheeks with the leather paddle once again and utilizing an uppercut stroke, delivered another extremely powerful thud of the leather paddle onto the underside of her butt cheeks.
“Y a-n a-h-h-h!” Alicia yelled ascending on her toes; her lower calf muscles flexing hard in wretched strains to lift her ass a long way from the rapidly made horrendous warmth conquering her butts.
S-p-a-n-k! Another severe vicious stroke crossed the underside of her ass.
“Y-I-I-I-e-e-e-e!” Alicia shrilled tossing her head back and lifting her up on her toes again as if she was lifting herself to the pinnacle of her sexual pleasures. “Goodness, p-p-pl-e-e-e-ase!” she faltered. Furthermore, with that, she understood her orgasm building. “One more, please if you can hit once more”, her mind screamed in frustration and desperation to throw her off the edges of sexual peaks, “Just one more”, she desperately pleaded in her mind.
Anthony sensed it too. Now is the right time.
He delivered the last incredible severe thud with another horrible undercut...
“O-G-O-D, Y-yes-s-s-s-s!” she wheezed as she raised herself up on her toes once and for all and her body went rigid. Her orgasm washed over her in what was apparently a perpetual wave. The agony, the warmth, the thrilling sensual ecstasies all blended perfectly into an orgy of conflicting, yet complementary feelings. She shuddered wildly shaking the heavy weighted oak chair as waves af
ter waves of electrifying delights flooded through the pits of her lush seduction.
Her stepfather stood back and saw her orgasm progressing from the first unique savage compressions to shudders of a quiet gasping. As Alicia settled, Anthony hurried to release his little bird from the nipple cinches and hanging loads. Alicia felt his fingers in her butt and she pushed to assist him with expelling her butt plug. Obviously, it came out easily. He untied her bonds and lifted her in his solid arms, carried her, still blindfolded, to the bed. Alicia sat and after that fell on her back. Anthony undressed rapidly and he settled beside her. He lifted the blindfold and she looked at him. “Thank you, Sir!” she mumbled. He turned her so her back was supported against his sturdy stomach and his throbbing manhood penetrated the pit of her womanhood. Their gasps of another raw, passionate ecstasy were simultaneous. Her hands clawed for a handhold on the sheets as he took her. He yanked his hand in her hair and pulled her back, her mouth open in a soundless scream. An airless breath. She had no imaginations, no idea, and no thoughts. She could just feel.
Story 6: Naked Orchid – Part 1
Beverly stretched like a cat as she leaned back in the lawn chair in her patio. Her long, black and dense hair was tied up on her head, aside from a wayward strand dangling over the pitch-black sunglass that secured her brilliantly dazzling brown eyes. A few drops of sweat streamed down her shoulders. One got captured by the cup of the little, blue string bikini she wore and another avoided under the string and kept running down her tan, then her flat stomach to disappear into her navel.
She stretched out again lazily and glanced around. Beverly was exceptionally agitated this afternoon. She had awoken unusually aroused this morning and as expected, her husband, Rohan hadn’t been keenly interested in dealing with her problem. Beverly was awakening extraordinarily aroused nowadays and at 24, she understood she was still at her sexual pinnacle. Rohan, her husband was an investment banker. Then again, he was 37 and according to her observations, his tiresome job and sales targets had already made him around eighty years old. Thus, his interest in sexual relations and passionate expressions lessened day by day and when Beverly was at the zenith of her sexual pinnacle, Rohan was living his sexuality in shallows. Perhaps, he had been around ten years past his pinnacle when they married twenty years ago.
Beverly’s mom, Lilly, had introduced her to Rohan when she was 20 and she had promptly succumbed to his distinguished looks and charming behavior and polite etiquette. Rohan was 33 back then, already in his final year of business management. They married a year later, Beverly, a lovely, gorgeous, shy, young virgin and Rohan, a promising young investment banker with a six-digit salary in the Citigroup Investment Bank. They soon relocated to Miami Gardens, Florida in their luxurious and spacious duplex.
Beverly had carried on with an extremely protected life. There were no children of her age anywhere near to her home where she grew up in the small town back in Castle Combe, Wiltshire, England. So, she was nerdy and unwary about youth adventures. She had attended a little private all-girls school. Then, when she came of age, her parents got her admitted to a private women’s college in the same town. She had never undergone and experienced the adventures of teenage and youths that most of the girls of her age were fortunate to have even in a traditional society. When Beverly met Rohan, although she liked him, the marriage was somewhat forced onto her. Her dreams of exploring the world on herself were shattered and she had gone directly from living with her parents to living with an investment banker. She had always been unable to encounter life outside of an ensured domain. But she adjusted well and blended in perfectly with the new life when they moved to Italy. Initially, Rohan wasn’t unwary of her wife and they made love to each other quite frequently in a week. During the weekends, with Rohan devising plans to explore the unexplored, the lovely foreign couple cherished the American Dream. Fortune never blessed them with children, but they didn’t feel any heartache for that. But, somewhere deep inside Beverly, lurked a more adventurous girl and when Vladimir Mancini, her stepfather and her mom moved into their neighborhood in Miami Gardens, Florida, her fearless nature was peeled off layer by layer.
Beverly had been dying for somebody to converse with around then. She had nothing to do throughout the day, other than sunbathing, exercise, and cook supper for her husband, who got unusually cold when he returned home, absolutely exhausted at the end of a ten hour-long rigorous shift. Beverly had even ended up watching TV soaps during the day. In general, however, she discovered them unreasonably boorish for her.
Beverly had observed with interest the house renovating across the street for quite a long time and had delighted in conversing with the nice construction laborers. They appeared to approach her, converse with her and even requested something to drink whenever she was out sunbathing. Yes, Beverly loved sunbathing; she would apply expensive tan lotions all over her body and relish the exquisite Florida afternoon on her patio. Swimming was also in her routine, but that depended on her mood. One exceptionally huge man consistently appeared to gaze at her enormous bosoms whenever he came over for a glass of water and he constantly made her feel uncomfortable with his peering eyes. His gazes always made Beverly nervous and she would develop a distinct feeling somewhere deep in her heart. This was that particular time when Beverly would end up being exceptionally aroused. “Am I that good looking to tempt somebody? Do I look sexy enough striking a chord in someone’s heart? Or is it that these labor guys stare at women lecherously? Oh, come on Beverly, you’re attractive enough to corrupt even the Devil,” she always thought inwardly. But, her traditional and conservative mind always chained her illicit thoughts. Thus, she desperately wished for the completion of the renovation work in the house across the street to end soon. And when the laborers were done, she was again lonely, missing individuals to converse with.
Beverly was excited when the moving van arrived and hadn’t yet prepared to conquer her shyness and run directly over to introduce her when she saw Vladimir Mancini, her stepdad. She had never had much involvement around handsome Italian men and chose to remain in the house and watch them through the window blinds. Lilly was bright skinned, sort of plump, and she was dragging a large bag on her back. With curvy black hair and an ample amount of flesh on her chest and her butts, she resembled a jaw-dropping beauty. Vladimir, on the other hand, was a six and a half foot giant Herculean monster. He was wearing a tight tank top that flaunted a great physical and muscular body, resembling like a bodybuilder. Beverly could swear that his muscles had muscles as she gazed along his brawny arms and Herculean physique.
Beverly had been out sunbathing when Lilly made the first move. Lilly called to Beverly, she was delighted to meet her daughter again after so many years. The two ladies ended up talking for a considerable amount of time. When Lilly welcomed Beverly over to their home, Beverly met the brawny body-builder and her stepfather, Vladimir Mancini. When he shook her hand with her to introduce him, she saw how her tiny feminine hand was totally engulfed by his huge hunk ones. His intense gaze helped Beverly to remember the hunk brawny laborer that renovated the Mancini family house, and she felt the strong vibe in her heart once more, bothering her somewhat. Even in that unwavering gaze, Beverly felt her heart stroke a chord and skipped a beat.
Beverly was flattered and the two ladies talked throughout the day becoming dearest companions. Vladimir was forty-seven years of age and was a former kick-boxer and owned a personality development center, The Mancini Academy, apart from a gymnasium where he spent a couple of hours every evening doing exercises and monitoring the training. Lilly, at fifty, also worked in the Mancini Academy as a beautician and supervised other courses such as personality development, dancing, and art courses. As Beverly didn’t have the scope to be so dynamic in both professional and personal life, she sometimes envied Lilly. Moreover, her moderate discontent was enhanced due to the passionate and loving Vladimir, who always cared for Lilly whereas Rohan couldn’t properly take care of Beverly’s needs nowaday
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Beverly truly appreciated Lilly’s conversation. The only thing she didn’t like was that her new companion had a potty mouth. She utilized words like “fuck” and “cock” constantly and she typically got Beverly becoming flushed always. Beverly also didn’t like Vladimir, her stepfather, that much. He appeared to perceive how naive she was and was always making jokes about her embarrassment. The gullible Beverly was succumbing to them without fail. They likewise seemed to have a superior sexual life than Beverly enjoyed. Vladimir evidently didn’t have an issue dealing with his wife, and the way Lilly talked it was obvious he “fucked” her continually with his “big fat cock.” This always made Beverly uncomfortable and dejected as she was devoid of the passionate bedroom pleasures for quite some time.
Now, here it was, seven days since Lilly got pretty busy on a special assignment in The Mancini Academy and Beverly dearly missed their friendly conversations. Beverly stretched in the lawn chair again and squirmed in her seat. Vladimir, her stepfather was starting the lawnmower once again in his yard. He didn’t wear anything except a tight pair of jeans and she could see the sweat pouring down his brawny torso, making his chest glisten in the broad daylight. Vladimir generally appeared to be on the patio during Beverly’s every day ninety-minute tanning sessions. He would either prefer to mow the lawn or do some weight-lifting and pushups while she sunbathed. Although Vladimir tried to converse with Beverly a few times, Beverly always concluded the small-talk quickly since she didn’t like to be eyed by him that much.
Beverly appreciated his body. However, she attempted to picture Rohan with Vladimir’s body and thought about what it would be like to be squashed underneath a Herculean body with a big hard cock pounding into her. “Ooops,” she thought, Lilly must be very annoyed with her if she ever learned about her perversions. She’d need to show some respect; besides, if Rohan had muscular hands that big, he’d always be interested in investing his juices rather than his mind in banking.