Spanked by My Stepdad

"Ooo!! Daddy...!" I groaned, then quickly covered my mouth in embarrassment.

"Haha, I told you you're mine," he laughed, then proved it.

My legs were spread, locked outside of his while he played with my nubile body. He had one hand gripping my tit, the other deep in my pussy as he sucked my neck and gyrated like a stud. I couldn't believe how quickly he'd gotten me into a state of heat again, just minutes after the most intense orgasm of my life. Yet here I was back on the crest of another 10 foot wave.....

"Mmmm.... Fuckkkk... D-Daddyy...."

"Yeah, girl? You want it?"

"Mmmm... Yes, Daddy.... P-please....!"

I couldn't help but admit it because fuck, I really wanted that O! The words just spilled out as Daddy fingered faster.

"You sure, baby? You sure you want it?"

"Yes! Yes, Daddy! Oh!!! YES! YES!! Pleeeaaaaseee!!!"

"Yeah? Yeah, baby?"

"YES!! Unnnnnnnn....."

"I'm gonna get you there.... Daddy's gonna get you there...."

My eyes were closed, knuckles clenched, breath held. I was so close... So fucking close...... Almost there..... But then!

"NOO!! DADDY WHY!!!"

Suddenly he ripped his fingers from my pussy! Like a madwoman, my head jerked around as I searched for my orgasm. Henry kept my legs locked and held my wrists out to the side, as if to prevent me from getting myself off. I cried desperately while he laughed, humping in vain against his jeans, hoping to scratch out another orgasm.

"Not yet, baby. Not til Daddy gets some."

I guess I should've expected that. There was no way he was gonna give away two for free. Not H3. But still, fucking my stepdad was more than I was ready for. But it's not like that mattered anyway... What option did I have? Apparently none, because Henry lifted us both up so he could slide off his pants.

"Went commando tonight cuz I knew I was gonna make you my girl."

It was crushing to know this outcome was inevitable. That no matter what I had done, how hard I had fought, H3 was always gonna get his way.

"Now that's a good girl. All naked and spread for Daddy."

He was licking his lips while guiding my tight body back onto his lap. His jeans were gone and in their place was a dense, old man bush. In the middle of the forest stood a daunting tree, totally different from the twig I'd seen at school.

"Down ya go," he sighed throatily while pushing my whole body onto his ramrod.

"Waaaiittt.... Stop...!" I pleaded. I just wasn't ready!!

I planted my palms on his knees and pushed as hard as I could but it was useless! With zero effort he pulled me down further, audibly opening my wet lips.

SHLIIICKKK

I could hear his dick sliding in and tried to push him off but Henry was too strong.

"Now now, you don't wanna go back over my lap, do you? Trust me when I say it doesn't always have a happy ending. Just ask your mother."

I knew he was only showing a sliver of his strength before and didn't want to risk upsetting him. So I did what any good girl does and sat still while my stepdad pushed his sausage inside of me.

"HmMmmpHhhh... D-Daddy..."

I was squirming like crazy while his thick pole worked its way in. I'd never had anything even close to this big, and though it hurt, it also felt reaaalllyyy fucking gooooood. His girthy shaft jammed so firmly against my walls and created such perfect pressure. Each time he pulled out and slid in, reopened my hole, I experienced divine femininity. To be firmly stuffed, filled, well-fucked.... it was absolutely glorious!

"Ooooo!! Daddy!!!!"

Pleasure had overtaken pain and my cries were pure lust. Henry was excited by my natural feminine reactions and did what any good male mate does: pulled his cock out and glided it in deeper! When he bottomed out, I was on another level of full and it felt miraculous.

"DADDY!!" I yelped. He covered my mouth.

"Yeah, girl... You're mine!"

He was huffing wildly while kissing my hair and gripping my mouth shut. His other hand was right on my clit, circling madly as he drove me back to the brink.

"FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK ME!!"

It was barely audible through his hand but Henry knew what I was saying. What I was begging for. He knew I wanted his dick so he gave it to me like a man. He rutted me so fast I started busting immediately. My pussyjuice sprayed everywhere as he thumbed my clit, directing it like a sprinkler. He let out a bellowing moan as well, indicating he'd shot his white hot load deep into my womb.

"Oh baby.... Oh baby... Oh baby girl....."

Henry was panting like a dog, hairy arms wrapped around me while I sat impaled. His penis was slowly softening and eventually plopped out, followed by gooey sperm.

As more of his seed spilled and my orgasmic glow faded, I began to feel violated. Did that really just happen...? Did my step dad really just fuck me? Like I'm some cheap whore? Some conquest. Some cum dumpster for his bodily waste. His own step daughter! Jesus! I tried to scramble up but he kept me on his lap.

"Now where do you think you're goin'. Daddy's not done with you."

I leaned back against him in defeat and exhaustion.

"Shhhhh... I got you, baby. Don't you worry. I got you...."

He stroked my long, fragrant hair and played with my nipples for a minute before lifting me off his lap.

"You shoulda told me you're a squirter. Look what you did to my pants!"

He picked up his light blue jeans and there were glaring dark patches across them. I blushed hotly and Daddy spanked my ass.

"Now I want you to go wash these, alright. And my shirt."

There were some wet spots on that too... He was still wearing it but he took it off and handed it to me. Now we were both naked and I saw his enormous body in the flesh. His muscles weren't really ripped or anything but for his age he looked good. Like an Alpha gorilla. His hairy chest also made me feel all tingly, just like his arms, and I wondered if I'd get to touch it later....

"Go on, girl, get in the laundry room. And once it's running I want you back here."

When I looked back at him after unlocking the door he was smiling proudly. Balls drained, naked, smoking a cigar, sipping scotch, he couldn't have been happier.

"Be back here in five," he said, and I knew I would.

It was beyond demeaning to wash his clothes after being effectively assaulted, but what could I do? I thought about running or maybe even telling my mom, but in the end I would always come out as the slut. I mean I was already naked on my hands and knees, cleaning his pussyjuice soaked clothes! Who would believe I didn't like it!!

But the worst part was that I DID like it. No, LOVED IT!! I loved every fucked up second of it. Yes, even the spanking! It made me feel so submissive and controlled, like... like Daddy's good girl..... I hated to admit it but that's truly how I felt now. And it felt so damn right.....

When I shuffled back into his office Daddy was in a different polo and jeans. It made me feel even weaker, that he could redress while I needed permission, which I knew would never be granted.

"Here's some carpet cleaner, love," he said when I got to his chair. I looked at him suspiciously. "What? You left this place a mess! I'm not gonna let my office smell like fresh cunt!"

I almost broke down right there as he handed me the bottle and told me to get on my knees. And yet I obeyed, going spot to spot to scrub away every trace of my pleasure.

"You really should've told me. Next time we'll put down a towel."

I could barely handle this level of debasement and felt so deeply ashamed. Yet at the same time my pussy contracted to the thought of "next time"....

"Why don't you arch your back now, baby. And spread your legs. That's it. Let Daddy see that pretty pussy."

I complied because I had no choice. And it was then, with my chest to the floor, back arched, pussy presented, that I started heating up again....

The whole situation was so backwards, so anti feminist and taboo, that I think it actually turned me on. I felt like I was his... sex slave... and fuck! That got me even hotter! Just like he said, my cunt had moistened the moment I saw him. Now totally exposed to my "Master", I was positively dripping.

"Play with yourself, baby. Touch Daddy's little cunt."

I moaned weakly when he called it "his" and shot a hand back.

"Put your finger in," he ordered, and of course I obeyed.

Soon he had me churning the stale sperm out of my loose pussy like a milkmaid while he laid back and watched. I felt like his personal slut but that only turned me on more. I wanted to be his girl, to have him control me...

SHLIIICKKK

"OOOP!"

"Ahhhh......"

Henry must've gotten too turned on because in the middle of my show he stood up and mounted me. I didn't even hear him, too drunk off submission. Now he was right back to fucking me, bucking his ramrod doggy style until we both exploded.

"Clean that up too," he said after, pointing to the fresh puddle beneath me.

When I was finished Daddy gave me a deep kiss then sent me off to bed alone. Even though I was relieved, in a weird way I was upset he didn't want to sleep with me. Was I really just some whore to him? Some girl to fuck while my mom was gone?

While I laid in bed wondering, those thoughts shifted to our time together. How good his hands felt, even when he spanked me.... Especially when he spanked me... How well he filled me. How hard I came.......

With the other guy at school our sex was about intimacy and closeness. But with H3 it was pure pussy play, a primal dance between animals in heat, culminating in the most mind blowing orgasms.

I breathed a shaky, "h-huuhhhhhh..." as my legs spread subconsciously.

Without considering the implications, I dipped my hand to my pussy lips and brushed against them. I moaned quietly upon contact. They felt so tender. Puffy. Used..... I rubbed gently and brought out fresh liquid. My well quickly replenished as I thought about Daddy and I wondered if he was right. If I really couldn't control myself around him...

To be honest, I'd never felt such a carnal attraction towards a man. I was feral near him, like my body needed his inside me. How twisted that he was nearly three times my age! And my stepfather!!!

But my pussy didn't care. Hell no. She wanted that old man DEEP inside her. She wanted him railing her so fucking hard she burst into contractions all along his manflesh.

"Hnggg....."

I was splayed on my back, legs wide, sticking my fingers into my pounded out pussy. I felt like such a naughty slut but didn't give a fuck anymore. I knew I wanted to be Daddy's good girl. It just felt so right.

"Unnnnhhh...! Daddy....." I whispered. Begging.... Pleading....

"Yes, baby girl?" he answered out of the dark. "You need me?"

"Ah!"

I pulled my sheet up and tried to hide underneath.

"Make room," he said, then hauled his big Daddy body next to my small girly figure.

He hugged me so tightly I couldn't move and kissed my head. In an instant I was frisky and then the tingling began.

"You didn't think I was gonna let you sleep alone, did you?"

I was so ashamed of my elated state. But as pitiful as it was, I felt good knowing he wanted to sleep with me. When he reached between my legs I opened for him without thinking.

"Good girl. Never close to me. Okay?"

I nodded submissively, and when my stepdad pushed a finger in he grunted happily.

"Always wet for Daddy."

We spooned all night and he fucked me throughout. Sometimes fast and hard, other times slow and tender, but always deep as can be, carving out the rawest orgasms. Between the four in my bed and three in his office, my Stepdad made me cum a grand total of SEVEN times that night, something I didn't even think possible. When I finally fell asleep on his hairy chest, my pussy was sore and cream-filled.

The first thing I heard when I woke up the next day was a request for a blowjob.

In typical H3 fashion, he said, "I'm gonna expect this every morning," and it made me wonder about my mom.

I didn't want to think about all that though so I just blew Henry like I was told. After swallowing his load--it was my first time and I hated it--I made us breakfast. We both went about our Saturdays after, though when Henry ran errands he told me not to leave the house which was odd. I wondered what would happen if I did but in the end was too afraid, or infatuated, to find out.

"Right where I left you," he smiled when he got home. "Now to start on dinner."

That night while fucking me softly, eye to eye, Daddy asserted even more power.

"You know, I haven't decided if you're going back to school yet after vacation."

"W-what...?" That took me by surprise.

"Yeah, I'm just not sure if I'm gonna need your pussy around and can't risk you being halfway across the country when I do. So I haven't decided."

"B-but...."

I didn't know what to say. I knew he paid for my education and that technically it was his decision, but this felt so extreme! And it was so belittling to be talked to like that, to have no say in my own future! But the worst part was..... I felt a sick sense of pride when he said it... And maybe even a little relief.

The thought of just staying home, being his good little girl, his housewife, that didn't sound so bad. It made me feel terrible, but I knew I'd stay if he told me to do it. I mean, I was his girl now after all......

On Sunday night my puppet master orchestrated the scene that would seal my fate. He had dressed me in what he deemed my "training outfit", a skimpy maid's apron that barely covered anything. He followed that up with a butt plug, something he'd been experimenting with all morning. It wasn't so big that I couldn't clean, but large enough to make me notice. When it settled I could feel it push against my vagina walls and it was so scandalous.

The next device made me squirm with submissive nerves. It was a ball gag, something I'd never even considered wearing. The thought was so demeaning, losing the ability to speak, and yet that's how I soon found myself. Utterly silenced, mouth forced opened like fish, all for Daddy's amusement.

To top off the look he wrapped a black leather collar around my slender neck then attached an extra long leash. My heart raced and butterflies buzzed around my stomach as he led me like a prize bitch to the kitchen.

"Get dinner going," he said, then sat down at the table, leash in hand.

I was white hot being dressed up like his sex slave and it was hard to concentrate. With enough slack to move freely, I eventually began putting together a nice meal. Henry was very casual throughout the whole thing, like he was accustomed to this scene. I wondered if my own mother had gone through this "training", and if she'd impressed him enough to pass. Suddenly I felt a bizarre sense of competition, of wanting to be an even better girl for Daddy. I continued to work diligently, drool pouring, while he studied me between pages of his book.

As I strained the pasta, I heard what sounded like soft footsteps coming down the hall. I knew they couldn't be Daddy's because he was next to me, but my mom wasn't due home til Tuesday. Yet I knew it was her.

Now acutely aware of my situation, I tried to make a dash for the door. I couldn't let her see me like this: half naked, plugged, leashed and gagged! But Daddy seemed prepared for my reaction and had already begun tightening the leash. I pulled at it, looking around desperately, feeling so helpless, but Daddy continued to loop it around his hand, quashing any hope.

"HNNNNN!!" I moaned in a panic but quickly shut up, so embarrassed by my own pathetic whimpers.

I was frantic but there was nowhere to go. Finally my mother stepped into the kitchen and I tried to turn away but Henry pulled on my leash. I couldn't look at her, too broken and ashamed and confused.

I stood there for a moment wondering why she hadn't reacted. Shouldn't she have freaked the fuck out?? I mean, her husband had me leashed up in the kitchen! But when I finally looked up at my mom she was beaming even brighter than before.

"Oh sweetheart.... My beautiful baby girl... I can't believe it... I-I'm so proud of you..."

She walked over to me with the most serene smile and gave me a warm hug. I was so bewildered, had no idea how to react, and felt a tear roll down my gag strap.

"Aren't you so glad Daddy made you his girl too?" she asked, wiping it away. "I am, sweetie. I am."

She continued hugging me, never commenting on the ridiculous bondage.

"Hell, I am too!" Henry laughed. "But enough of that. Girls, get the table set. I'm hungry!"

My mother gave me a kiss on the forehead then walked out of the room. I stood there stupefied, utterly speechless, unable to comprehend what had happened. When my mom returned she was in a very similar outfit, though her collar looked more ornate.

"Let's go, darling. We can't keep Daddy waiting."

I still couldn't believe what was happening and my legs were frozen in place. Were we both his girls now...? Like.... sister wives? It was all hard to comprehend but he didn't give me time to ruminate. With a quick tug on the leash, Daddy got me back to work.