I Want My Stepfather(4)
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TRACY
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I had never done anything like this before. The fur on cuffs prevented the metal from biting into my skin as I stood naked, my breast, and my cunt all exposed to his gaze.
“Use the safe word if it gets too much, I’ll stop.” His fingers caressed my collarbone down before circling my pink n*****s.
My body twitched. I should be scared. I was. But I was more thrilled. More curious. More hungry for c**k.
“Good girl,” My stepdad said, before dropping on the edge of the bed. His eyes raked over me with an intensity that made my p***y tingle.
I had watched movies of things like that. I had an idea what was about this, but was I into pain?
I stuttered. “Do I call you master, or sir?”
My stepdad let out a deep chuckle. “Just keep calling me daddy.” He patted his thighs. “Come here,” he ordered. “Lie across my lap.”
My knees felt weak and hesitant. But the promise of pleasure pulled me and I stepped forward. My step was slow. Careful. Like I was walking on the edge of a cliff.
Lowering myself, I stretched out. My chest, arms, and thighs rested on the cool sheets, my hips balanced across the firm weight of his thighs.
He ogled at my perky ass. “So many things I want to do with you. But we have to take things close, right?”
“Yes, daddy.” I breathed out as his thighs brushed against the top of my cunt.
His hand came down, a sharp sting across the curve of my ass.
I shouted in shock, stunned as my body shuddered. I couldn’t explain the feeling but I knew my ass burnt.
Then came a second. Harder. Striking the same spot. And a heat seared through my skin, burning into my muscles, drawing a wince from my throat.
Instinctively, I jerked against the cuffs, wrist pulling, but I was trapped.
And the third came, something in me cracked as my body shuddered, and my breath ceased.
I didn't know what was awakening in me, but I knew it felt good as my body tingled and my cracks got wet.
He kept slapping my cheeks, not the light, soft ones. They were hard and violent. He switched, slapping my other cheek, I yelped. The spanks kept coming and the pain kept layering but so did the pleasure.
“You’re feeling it now?” Another spank. “You didn’t know pain could feel this sweet?” He chuckled, almost villainous.
My stepdad shoved his finger into my p***y, and my body vibrated. I felt him move, his fingers slipping in and out of me, teasing my p***y walls.
“f**k you’re so tight,” he mused, his c**k throbbing in his trousers.
I moaned and began to roll my waist.
His fingers froze. “Don’t move until I tell you to,” he ordered, “or else you will be punished. No d**k for you.” He used that tone he used when he’d tell me to do my assignment or no more cartoons for me.
Instantly I stayed put.
As he resumed, thrusting his fingers in and out roughly, violating my cunt, he spanked my ass. Pleasure shot through me, my hips clenched and more juice leaked from my p***y.
I pulled against the cuff, but it held me still. It was thrilling as I relished the feeling of powerlessness and the fingers plunging in and out of me, his hands colliding with my lips.
As he kept slapping my butt cheeks and fingers f*****g me, I found myself writhing on his thighs.
“Please, stop.” I cried as pain and pleasure overrode my nerves.
“If you want me to stop, use the safe word.”
My lips parted but the safe words didn’t thread out. Just deep and heavy moans as I felt my climax near.
My stepdad smiled. “You enjoy daddy finger f*****g you?”
“Yes.”
The smack came harder, and my breath hitched
“Yes, Daddy,” I added, my chest heaving, my hard nippled digging into the bedsheets.
“You like being daddy’s dirty little plaything? Something I can f**k as when I want?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, feeling humiliated. Aching.
“That’s right,” he said,
My t**s tingled against the mattress. My breath quickened as my legs began to shake ferociously as he fingered me. I was fascinated by the strong s****l awakening I was experiencing.
My body cramped and jerked as I had an orgasm—my second orgasm for tonight.
My stepdad ran his fingers across the red imprint his hands had left on my cheeks. “How was it?”
Rising to my feet. Cheeks turned red. “It was nice.”
He smiled, then he said, “kneel.”
I obliged and knelt before him, my cuffed hands resting between my thighs.
He loosened the rope of his pajamas and brought out his d**k. They were even bigger up close. Thick veins ran down his shaft. The mushroom tip was red and glistening with his arousal.
He stroked his manhood slowly. “Suck it.”
His c**k bobbed with contraction, and I felt a spasm between my legs as I heard the word suck.
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