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The Bad Dad, Part 1

I don’t pretend to be a “good dad,” like all the women and pussies who call themselves men out there like to call it. The way I see it, I made ‘er, she owes me. And don’t tell me all of you fathers out there don’t feel the same way, deep down inside.
I was 17 when I knocked up my first girl; she wasn’t my first lay, and although she claimed I was hers, I didn’t believe her, not for a second. There was something voracious about her, like you only get with girls who have been messed with by their uncles and whatnot. Just how I like ’em, if you get my drift. She said she was 17, but she didn’t look any more than 14 or 15; also just how I like ’em, heh heh. She was swinging those hips next to the jukebox at Billy’s Bar, her skirt hiked up so I could see a peek of her hot pink underwear hugging her ripe little ass. One thing and another, and after quite a few drinks, we were necking in the bathroom stall. I had her pushed up against the wall, and my hands roved all over her tight body. She didn’t try to stop me when I reached under her skimpy t-shirt and undid her bra, releasing her little, barely pubescent titties. I pulled her shirt off over her head, and trapped her arms in it while I grabbed her nipple in my teeth. She made a little moan, and ground her crotch against me. I pushed her skirt up to her waist while she struggled free of the shirt, and I ground my bulge into her cotton-covered cunt. I reached my index finger down, and lifted her panty crotch aside so I could get at her pussy, and I have to tell you, her pussy was perfectly smooth, not a hair in sight. I thought, you little whore! I slipped my fingers between her lips, and I knew I had found heaven: soft, and warm, and fairly dripping with pussy juice. I rubbed her little clit, and she moaned some more. I ventured a finger into her tight hole, and she squeaked a little, but she couldn’t move even if she wanted to. My boner was tight against my jean zipper, so I unbuttoned and freed my monster from its constraints. I pulled it out through the slit in my boxer shorts, and the little slut goggled at the size. I’m a good 7 inches, and thick, like a prize zucchini. I moved her panty crotch further aside to make way for my cock, and I rubbed the head around in her juices before I thrust into her tight hole, all the way in one push. She really squeaked, and I might have had my hand over her mouth by this time, so no one would hear what we were up to. I lifted her up by her ass cheeks, so I had a better angle for my thrusting, and I proceeded to ram my cock up her tight pussy, over and over, until I came with a satisfying shudder. I buttoned myself up, and told her to clean up; she looked a right mess. We met at the bar a few more times, but none of our bathroom fucks were as sweet as the first one, and pretty soon she began to swell up with her brat, and I didn’t see her anymore. I heard she put it up for adoption, and I sure got off light. You might think I’d have learned my lesson, but I guess I hadn’t.
As I was saying, she wasn’t my first time, no siree. I wasn’t much more than a child when I first started getting the urges all of us men feel. I don’t think god would give us these urges if we weren’t supposed to act on them. And all I had access to was my hand, a poor substitute for a real pussy; and also my little sister, who had that real pussy. She wasn’t more than 10 or 11, flat as a board, but I thought womanly enough for my needs. Like most big brothers, I wasn’t very nice to her in general, and as a result, she looked up to me, and would do anything I said just so I would play with her. One day, when I’d had enough of self-pleasuring, and I was desperate for some actual fucking, my little sister came into my room and asked if I wanted to go play near the creek. Bingo. I told her I’d come, but only if she did everything I said. “Sure, Buddy,” she said, but she had no idea what I had in mind. My prick sprang up immediately in anticipation as we made our way to the secluded creek at the edge of our property, and it made it a little difficult to walk. Once we got there, she started to roll up her pants to wade in, and since it was a hot summer day, I told her we should skinny dip. We would do this from time to time, but that was before I got these urges. She readily agreed, and quickly threw off her little girl clothes. When I got to my underwear, my prick sprang out, and she giggled. “What happened to you!” she laughed, and I told her “It’s what happens to all men when they’re around pretty girls, like you.” She seemed pleased by the compliment, and splashed some water at my cock as I made my way into the water. It shivered in anticipation, and got even harder, if that’s possible. “You know what men do with their ‘things’ when they’re naked with pretty girls?” I said, and she seemed genuinely curious. “No, what?” “They stick them inside their little holes.” She looked puzzled, and then she said “It will never fit!” I said, “I think we should find out,” and I moved closer. “I don’t think so,” she said, some of her gaiety replaced by worry. I insisted, “Remember you promised to do everything I said.” “Yeah….I guess so…” She had acquiesced quickly, as I knew she would. In any case, she was going to like this too. I had brought some suntan oil, and I squirted some into my hand and rubbed it on my cock. I told her to go lie down on the grass, and I approached her supine form, and nudged her legs apart with my foot. I got down on my knees, and I spread her hairless pussy lips apart with my fingers, so I could get a good look. I had stolen some Penthouse magazines from my Dad’s room, so I had seen the inside of a pussy before. But my sister’s pussy didn’t look much like those. It was so small and tight, but I could nonetheless see her hole there. I leaned over her, so my cock was in the right position, and I jabbed blindly at her pussy, hoping it would go in. Well, it just knocked against her, and she giggled. So I reached down and groped around her pussy, feeling for her hole, and I slipped a finger in. “Ouch!” she yelped, and I shushed her. I grabbed my dick with one hand, and I guided it toward home. I slowly pushed my cock into her hole, and she took a deep breath. I pushed in a little further, and I met some resistance. I didn’t know what it was then, but my cock head had just met her hymen, and I had to push extra hard to go in further. When I broke through, my cock went all the way in. This was the best feeling ever. Even though my sister was rigid beneath me, I felt the most pleasurable sensation. I pulled back and my dick fell out, so I had to glide my throbbing member back to her still teeny little girl hole. It felt even better as I popped the head through, and thrust back in. I wasn’t full-sized yet, but I was big enough that my cock was held tighter than tight by my sister’s virgin cunt. Even though I was oiled up, I had to push hard to bury my prick all the way in. A couple more thrusts, and I exploded in her. She had gotten very quiet, and we both silently put our clothes on and walked home. I never got another chance with her, but she eventually forgot about it, and I had a go with some of her friends, so it all worked out. Slumber parties were non-stop fuckfests for me; I had several of my sister’s 11-year old friend’s cherries, and I like to think I helped them as much as they helped me in the fucking department. I was a true altruist. I probably should have forced the issue with my sister too, because she would have eventually gotten to like it, and it would have been a service to teach her a thing or two about fucking, you know? Oh well, a least I won’t make that same mistake twice.
Back to knocking chicks up, and not learning my lesson–I got good and tangled by my ex-wife. I married her, and we had a girl before I got myself out of that jail. I take the kid every weekend, just because I don’t want to pay any more child support to that bitch than I have to. Mostly, we just sit around watching TV, we get pizza and beer, and she’s not too much trouble. She gets me my beers for me, and cleans up, so really, she’s like my maid or something, which is cool. I think that kids should be treated like adults, but should also do what I say until they can make their own fucking money instead of mooching off of me.
One weekend, it was really late, and I had put on one of my porno DVDs. I had my meat in my hand, and I was watching a sweet DP. I was stroking my monster, when I saw Rosie in her short, sleeveless, cotton nightie standing next to the couch, mouth parted, staring in wonderment at the screen. I frantically grabbed a pillow to cover my boner, and I yelled at her to get the fuck back in bed, this is Daddy’s private time! She scurried back to her room, but by then, it was spoiled for me. I fumed, and cursed ever having a brat. I didn’t realize yet how much fun having a little brat could be.
I had another beer, but couldn’t get into the porno again, knowing Rosie was lurking nearby. I staggered back to my room, but I peered in through the partially open door at Rosie, who had fallen asleep again. Her covers were thrown off, because it was hot, and her nightie was hiked up revealing too small Hello Kitty underwear. The underwear was molded to her crotch, clearly outlining her little pussy lips. I felt a twitch in my shorts, and I thought back to when I had taken my little sister’s virginity at about this age. How sweet her tight hole was, how hairless her pussy, and how smooth her body. I quickly went to my bed, and I jacked off to memories of my sister’s twat, her little nipples on her flat chest, the tan line on her butt cheeks.Then my fantasy shifted to Rosie’s little cunt, her nipples, and her parted lips that would be perfect wrapped around my throbbing cock, as I thrust it into her face. I came, and I was disappointed it was only in my hand.
The next weekend, after dinner (Dominos–it’s cheap), I asked if she wanted to try some beer. She nodded excitedly, and I told her she had to promise not to tell her mom. She eagerly agreed, and I opened a can. I said that a mature kid would drink the whole can, and Rosie said, “It’s like soda pop!” perhaps to convince herself to keep going. After she was feeling a little loopy, I said, “Do you wanna see a movie that adults watch? I bet you’ll find it fun too. Adults always want to stop kids from having the same fun they have!” She giggled in anticipation. I turned on the porno DVD that I had queued up. It started out with a luscious girl whose car had broken down. Soon, a pickup truck with two men drives up, and…you know the rest. I watched Rosie as the sex scene progressed, and I was pleased that she ground her pussy into the couch a little. I bet her little clit was throbbing in excitement. After it was over, Rosie said it was weird. “Weird, but fun, though, right?” “Yeah, weird but fun…” she said.
Later that night, I peeked into Rosie’s room, but she had her covers on. I snuck in and slowly pulled them down. Jackpot! She had her nightie on, but her hand was cupped around her pussy. Her undies were tossed aside in the sheets. I loomed over her, and slipped my cock out of my shorts. I stroked it until it was hard; I half wanted her to wake up so she she could see my monster hovering over her near naked body, but she didn’t. I went back to my room, and finished myself off.
The next night, I offered her a beer, and we smiled at each other: our little secret. After we watched some Disney movie, like the Little Mermaid or something, I popped in a new porno, and said, “And now it’s time for some adult entertainment.” I looked sidelong at Rosie, and she was into it. She was squirming at all the right parts, and her expression was rapt. After it was over, I sent her off to bed, and after a while, I made my way to her room. Her covers were off, and this time, she had no panties on at all, and no hand in the way of my view. Her pussy was like a ripe peach, and I couldn’t wait to split it–when the time was right. I jacked off all the way, right there in her room, and I used her dirty underwear to wipe up my come. I dropped them on the floor, and went to bed.
The next weekend, as per our new routine, I got us both beers, and after a show, I put in a porno. It was a hot night, and I said we should both take our shirts off to cool down. I told her I was still hot, and slipped my boxers off. She’d seen me naked before. We sometimes took showers together, and we didn’t make a big deal out of it. She had stopped wanting to get naked in front of me earlier that year; I guess she was growing up. I sat down very close to her; she in her white cotton undies, me in nothing at all, while the sex acts played out on my big TV. It wasn’t long before my dick started to get hard. I shifted in my seat, and Rosie looked down and saw it. I’m certainly not as big as those porn stars, but I don’t think it showed too badly in comparison. She said not a word, and we kept watching. I started to stroke my cock with one hand, and I put my other hand around her shoulders to hug her closer. I said, “Sweetie? You know what would make Daddy very happy?” and I gently moved her hand onto my hard cock. She just kept it there, unmoving, so I took her hand and started to move it for her. When I let go, she kept moving it, and at this point, she stopped watching the TV so she could concentrate on the job at hand. She moved closer, and put both of her hands on my now throbbing cock, and she rubbed for all she was worth. I told her to stop a moment, and I reached for the lotion on the side table. I squirted a fair amount into her small hands, and then placed them back on my rod. She started rubbing again, this time with better rhythm, and we stared into each other’s eyes as I blew my wad into her capable hands. “Good job, sweetie!” I said as I wiped her hands off with a tissue. She just wanted to make Daddy happy. I slapped her ass as I sent her off to bed, and I rubbed thoughtfully at my now soft penis.
The next night, I gave her another beer, and we settled in to watch a new porno. This time, I told her we should both get naked, because it was so hot, and she giggled and stripped down to her birthday suit, leaving her Minnie Mouse shirt and matching panties on the floor. We cozied up to each other, and as the action got going on TV, she reached down of her own accord to stroke my penis. She stopped and whispered, “Daddy, do you want me to use lotion again?” And I hesitated a moment before saying, “You know what doesn’t need lotion… You could put my ‘thing’ in your mouth, like they do on TV.” Her face showed surprise, and her mouth made a cute little O. How I wanted to fuck her mouth right then. She licked her lips and bent down to place her tentative lips on my big cock head. “That’s good, sweetie; try licking it like a lollipop.” And she did. She licked up and down, and around the tip, and even licked up my salty pre-cum. I held her head still while I pushed up into her mouth; not too far. I didn’t want to turn her off to this like I had with my sister by going too far too fast. When I felt like I was going to come I pulled out of her face and came on her flat chest. She laughed with genuine delight as she tried to wipe the come off her nipples with tissues. I laughed too, and helped her clean up with a damp rag from the kitchen. The porno played on in the background, and I told her to lie down on the couch so I could clean it all off of her with the cloth. I lingered on her nipples, which sprang up at my touch. I moved the cloth lower, and wiped her belly. I moved it lower and wiped her neat little pussy lips, and I heard a sigh come out of her. “I think it’s really dirty down here,” and I pressed the cloth between her lips and started rubbing her clit, up and down. She definitely moaned that time, and I dropped the cloth and touched her pussy for the first time with my bare hand. It was slick with juices, but I soon stood away from her, and told her to go to bed now. She rather sullenly picked herself off and went to bed.
The next weekend, she practiced her blow job technique on me, and I blew my load on her chest again. I got a damp cloth, and cleaned her up, but this time I lingered on her sopping wet pussy. She parted her legs wider for me, inviting me to pleasure her. I dipped my head down, and flicked her clit with my tongue. She moaned louder, and I sucked on her nubbin with gusto, enjoying the clean, fresh, young pussy. After a while, as she ground her cunt into my face, I withdrew, and she said, “Daddy! Don’t stop!” I grinned, and told her it was time for bed. She went to bed, rubbing her pussy as she went.
The next night, after I had gotten my (ever better) blow job from Rosie, and cleaned her up, and sucked on her 11-year old pussy until she was writhing, I pulled back, and I started to run my re-hardening cock against her clit and around her teeny hole. She was so in her own world of pleasure, she barely noticed the switch. She looked up at me as I slowly pushed my monster cock head into her too small hole. She gasped, because I’m sure it hurt having her virgin hole stretched like that. I took it really slow, pulling out immediately, and re-rubbing my head on her clit until she was writhing again. I took a large amount of lube and rubbed it all over my erect 7 inches and eased the head back in. “Oh yeah, sweetie, this is what Daddy wants. Do you want it?” “Yes,” she whispered. I pushed my head in further, and pulled back. I looked at her hole gripping my too large member as I pulled back and it relaxed when I popped out. It went in a little easier the next time, my dick stretching her hole, and this time I went halfway in. I recognized my daughter’s hymen, and I pushed harder to break through, being careful not to push all the way in yet. I paused to suck on her teeny nipple, biting it gently with my front teeth. With one hand, I reached down to rub her clit, and I got a good eyeful of my penis, half-way into my 11-year old daughter’s virgin pussy. It was the best thing I had ever seen–ever. I slowly pushed in all the way, my balls against her ass, and I started to thrust in and out, gaining speed as her pussy relaxed around my prick. After a few minutes, I exploded deep in her canal, and gently pulled out. There was blood on the couch cover (thank god it was washable), and she looked happy. “Did I do good, Daddy?” “Of course, sweetie. You still have a lot to learn, but you’re smart. And I’m willing to teach you. Now, off to bed.” She gingerly made her way to her room, and I cleaned up in the living room.
The next weekend, after her second beer, I told her I didn’t want a blow job, I wanted to teach her more about fucking. She looked excited; the blow job was kind of a chore for her, and I couldn’t wait to fuck that tight pussy again. I lubed us both up, and I told her to straddle me facing me, and lower herself onto my shaft. She sat down slowly, and when my penis met her hole, I guided her all the way down. Fuck it was good. It was still almost as tight as the first time, and this position let me kiss her passionately on the lips. I held her still, as I slid my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue met mine, and I started to bounce her up and down on my prick. I moved my mouth to her nipples, tugging and licking, and she moaned with every bounce. “Does that feel good?” “Oh yes,” she breathed heavily. I reached between us and twiddled her clit while I thrust in and out of her tight hole, when all of a sudden, she gripped her legs tight, and shuddered with pulsating pleasure. After I knew she was done, I let loose my cannon inside her. She collapsed in my arms, sobbing with joy. “I love you so much, Daddy! that was the best thing ever! Let’s do it again!” “Now don’t be greedy, you little slut,” I joked. “You should probably rest your pussy until tomorrow.” I wasn’t sure I was quite ready for another round, and I knew I could fuck her again tomorrow night. I told her to go to bed, and off she went. In the middle of the night, I woke from an erotic dream where I was fucking both my sister and my daughter, and I had a raging hard-on. Well, why not? I went to Rosie’s room, and slipped in. She was sleeping peacefully in a t-shirt and bikini underwear. A little wet spot was on her underwear from our earlier activities, and I wanted to hit that bullseye with my arrow right away. I crawled on top of her, moved her panty crotch aside, and entered her right as she was waking up. She welcomed my dick into her, and reached up to me for a kiss. I kissed her passionately, and fucked her little pussy hard, my balls bouncing against her with each deep thrust. Since we had fucked earlier, I wasn’t ready to come yet. I pulled out and, said “OK slut, get on your knees, facing away from me.” I thrust into her pussy from behind, and grabbed her hips hard as I ravaged her little girl pussy with my huge cock, until finally, on a deep thrust, I came again. “That’s my little whore,” I said fondly, as I slipped out of the room, and I watched her reach down to massage her tender, but aroused privates.
Every night I had Rosie at my house, we sucked and fucked like two animals. I taught her better blow job techniques, and every kind of position, and I was able to bring her to orgasm most of the time. I called her a slut and a whore, and she loved it. I bought her extra-small crotchless panties to wear to bed so I could access her quickly when she was asleep, which was damn near every night. I always rode her extra hard at our middle of the night fucks. It was a golden era. But things were about to get even better.

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The Degradation of Janey – Part 1

Part 1
Janey Miller didn’t really know why boys and men did so many dirty things to her. It all began when her stepfather Martin walked in on the 15yr old girl fucking his 12yr old son, Corey. Enraged, Martin pulled his cock out and forced the naked, petite Janey to her hands and knees on the bed. She squealed as his big hands pulled on her blond braids, jerking her head back. Small titties with puffy pink nipples swung beneath her slender body. Martin let her hair go, her head falling abruptly to the mattress. Janey cried, her sobs muffled by the blankets. Martin gave her ass a sudden slap, taking the base of his thick shaft in hand after spitting into his palm. “Slut!” he shouted into her ear, making her jump.
It took her a few moments to assimilate the situation. Martin’s cockhead poked further down into her asscrack, centimeters from her puckered orifice. Suddenly Janey realized she was about to be raped by her stepfather! The man’s fat, 9″ prick was now seeking to penetrate the girl’s tender hole, to fill it with seed! But Janey thought her stepdad was going to fuck her womb, and braced herself for pussy penetration.
Instead, Martin abruptly thrust his purple mushroom cockhead into the girl’s anus, splitting it open it a single savage stroke. Janey lifted her head up and screamed until she was out of breath. An inch of her stepfather’s raging meat impaled her shitter. The walls of her rectum choked the tip of Martin’s dick. He gasped at the impressive constriction of the girl’s asshole. Without warning, he gave her asscheek another slap, making it turn pink with his handprint. Janey yelped and shrieked again. Martin held her asscheeks apart, plunging a couple more inches of his dick inside the teen’s bowels. He fucked her up the ass for punishment, pulling her hair and squeezing her small tits and slapping her clit, making his son watch all the while.
Janey cried at the intense pain – it made the rape feel so acutely, agonizingly real. Martin kept thrusting despite the restrictions of his teen stepdaughter’s tight sphincter. He grunted, breaking out with sweat, forcing the entire length of his big dick inside the girl’s asshole until his dangling balls finally pressed against her flesh. She sobbed beneath him. Brad, his son, watched in shock. Though stunned, the boy still sported a 5″ boner. Martin groaned and grunted again, making bestial noises the entire time he stuffed Janey’s tight ass full of his cock. Suddenly Martin put an arm around the girl’s waist, pulling her on top of him as he lay on his back, his prick still stuck securely in her rectum. Janey wailed and tried to climb off him, but he pulled her back to his chest and held her there securely, her legs flailing.
“You don’t have to cooperate, you know,” Martin said in the girl’s ear. “It feels good when you struggle. Brad, come over here.”
The boy shuffled his feet, slowly dragging himself back over to the bed. Martin held Janey’s chest with one strong arm, and one of her legs up with the other, exposing the girl’s puffy pink pussy gash. Beneath Janey’s shiny pink pussy gash, Brad could see the base of his dad’s dick buried deep inside her asshole. It was an incredibly lewd, arousing sight. Janey looked up at him with big blue eyes, pleading for help.
“Brad, Brad, help…” she moaned.
“Put your cock in her pussy, Brad,” Martin suddenly commanded. He held Janey’s leg up, keeping her pussy open.
“What? Dad, what…” Brad stammered.
“Do it! Now! Before I beat your ass!” shouted Martin. “Fuck her! Now!”
Janey closed her eyes and cried. Then she felt Brad rubbing his cockhead on her bald pussy gash, timidly poking around at her entrance. He pushed his mushroom-tip into her tight gash, but with Martin’s big cock lodged in the girl’s ass, her pussyhole couldn’t take much meat. Brad got only the head of his dick inside the girl. He kept it there though, letting his dad do all the fucking from below. Martin thrust powerfully, forcing Janey’s ass to take his cock. His nuts were tightening, ejaculation now imminent. Janey screamed, clawing at Brad’s back. She felt like she was being split open, almost like she could pass out between this depraved sandwich of cock. Suddenly, in the midst of all of the pain, she felt her stepdad’s cock begin pulsating inside her rectum!
He growled in her ear as his cock throbbed and began depositing a massive load of cum deep in Janey’s bowels. She gasped, tears falling down her face. Brad pulled his cock out, his erection in hand. He watched the base of his father’s thick, veiny shaft pulsing, a copious load of semen now erupting inside his stepsister’s shithole. Martin kept his dick buried in Janie’s rectum until it milked every final droplet of cum from within his nuts. He then pulled his cock out just as savagely as he’d jammed it in. Janey screamed, feeling the walls of her ass tugging on the big cock as it exited her insides. Martin took her by the hair, forcing her back to her hands and knees. He pointed at Janey’s gaping asshole. Brad stared hypnotically at the shiny pink flesh and the deep, dark hole his father’s cock had just come from. His father’s cum was so far up in her ass that it couldn’t be seen.
“Put your prick in her ass, boy,” said Martin, still pointing with one hand and holding Janey by the hair with the other.
“Dad, I –”
“Do it! Now! Fuck her ass! Fuck her fucking asshole til you cum in it, hear me?!” shouted Martin.
Brad swallowed hard and pressed his groin against his stepsister’s ass. He directed his cockhead into Janey’s gaping asshole, feeling the hot walls of her ass swallowing him up in an instant. The boy shivered, the entire length of his dick now immersed in Janey’s tight asshole. Her orifice was now lubricated by Martin’s cum, this second dick less painful for Janey. She still felt degraded nonetheless. Brad gripped her slender hips until his knuckles were white, stuffing as much of his prick into her as possible. He bucked at her wildly, building up a frantic pace. Janey sniffled and groaned into the sheets.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the boy went still over her back, gasping into her ear.
She could feel her stepbrother’s prick pulse inside her shithole, and knew he was also flooding her guts with cum. Janey shivered, feeling so disgusting, so used. Martin laughed sardonically. Brad shuddered, the last spurts of sperm now shooting from his cock. Janey lay there crying, her head buried in the mattress, ass in the air with a clear view into her gaping rectum. Martin walked out of the room. She thought her cruel punishment was over, but Martin was back in her bedroom momentarily. This time, he had with him the family dog, a big Golden Retriever named Boomer. Janey looked over her shoulder, eyes widening. Brad also stared, his jaw hanging open.
Martin pushed her face-first into the bed, keeping her ass up in the air. He held his hand to her back, pinning her down. Janey kicked and struggled until she felt Martin call the dog up on her back. The animal clumsily obliged — he was always trying to hump people, now they were finally allowing it! Boomer’s claws scratched up her sides, his forepaws hugging her waist tightly. Janey gasped, trying to pry the the dog’s paws off her in a panic. Martin laughed. Instinct took over; the large dog was haunching manically at her ass in seconds. A hard pink prickhead began emerging from the animal’s sheath, stabbing into Janey’s flesh. Martin made Brad get out his cellphone and take video of the degrading scene.
Boomer panted noisily in Janey’s ear. She was putting up a valiant struggle, managing to pull herself off the bed and onto the floor with the dog attached to her. But the dog remained locked to her waist, thrusting his prick manically at her ass, its cockhead poking into her asscrack now. Janey screamed for help. Her cries went unheard. Martin watched the family dog humping his teen stepdaughter’s backside and laughed. He could see the pink prickhead stabbing lower, inches from her asshole. Then the dog lurched forward, its thrusts suddenly quickening to a jackhammer pace. Janey squealed. Martin knew the dog’s cock had found its intended target. Surely its prick was growing inside Janey’s stretched out asshole and would keep growing until she was inundated with dog cum!
Indeed the big Golden Retriever’s cock was growing in length almost instantaneously once it felt Janey’s moist human asshole. Janey shrieked, clawing at the carpet. Boomer’s powerful thrusts were pushing her painfully around the floor. Brad aimed the camera lens at the rutting dog draped over his stepsister, his own cock standing hard at the scene. They began to hear the squelching sounds of the dog’s cock penetrating Janey’s sperm-filled asshole. The big Golden Retriever had a tapered 8″ cock with a big, fat knot growing at the base. Janey didn’t realize the beast was sealing its meat up in her rectum. The fiery red prick emanated constant jets of semen inside the bitch’s shithole during the penetration, adding to the previous cum deposits. Boomer’s prick unloaded far more sperm than a human male ever could, now flooding Janey’s guts. She was overstuffed with dog cock and semen, though not a single droplet of cum had leaked out of her yet. Janey felt it sloshing around in her guts!
The dog’s dick had grown to obscene lengths inside her — now the knot was filling her asshole to the brim! Boomer kept humping her with an impressive jackhammer pace, pushing her clear across the bedroom. The sound of the dog cock penetrating her sperm-filled hole practically drowned out Janey’s quiet moans. Martin and Brad stood there watching, jacking their own dicks, entranced by the depraved sight. Janey felt like her asshole was torn apart; she figured it was so stretched that it would gape open forever.
Finally, the dog went still atop her back. Boomer’s weight pinned her down helplessly to the ground. Janey cried. Then she felt even more jets of hot dog cum spurt into her inundated asshole, her guts flooded with cream. Her jaw fell open. Never in her life had she felt so full — she thought she’d explode from the pressure! The dog knot sealing it all up inside her. Janey put her hand on her belly, her abdomen feeling so full! She swore she could feel the cum filling up beyond her intestines and into her stomach.
Boomer let out a whimper, his cock releasing its final blasts of cum into Janey’s bowels. Martin held the dog’s tail aside so Brad could zoom in on Janey’s plugged up arse. Janey was knotted up good! She winced from the pain. Boomer panted contentedly in her ear. Janey sobbed and shouted for somebody to help her. The big Golden Retriever remained tied to her asshole, forepaws still hugging her tightly. Her waist burned from the claw scratches. Martin walked over to her face and pumped his dick, looking down on his knotted stepdaughter and the lolling dog. Janey looked up at him tearfully. Then her vision was blinded with ropes of Martin’s cum shooting into her face. Martin grinned, shaking every droplet of sperm onto her forehead, eyes, and mouth. Janey cursed him, wiping the semen from her eyes.
“Slut. I just want you to know that now you are nothing but a slut,” he said, patting her on the head.
The first drops of dog cum were now seeping from Janey’s knotted asshole down to the carpet below. Martin stuffed his cock back into his pants and took Brad by the arm, escorting the boy out of the room and shutting the door. Janey was still sobbing and stuck to the family dog, its big cock and knot staying inside her for nearly an hour. Martin was pleased with his creative punishment, but he knew it wasn’t over yet — he was looking forward to fucking her pussy next!
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Katerina’s Visit

This is written for a VERY special young lady…she enjoyed it so much, she asked me to post it. There may even be a bit of truth in here.

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Ex Step Daughter Cums For Her Mom’s Stuff

It was hard kicking Sylvia out. We hadn’t lived together for very long and then again we simply did not have the chemistry to date, let alone live together. We’d never clicked as a couple. So the hard part was not to come to the conclusion that ‘hey – I got to get rid of this bitch.” The hard part for a loser like me is to work up the courage to do it. When I did, she went back to stay with the older of her two daughters, Bridget.
Around the time we met she was also staying at her daughter’s house. We met at a nearby pub, and I could hardly wait to get my dick in her pussy and blow a good couple day’s worth of cum all over her ass and on the pink thong she wore.
If a woman is wearing a thong and it is nice and stretchy I prefer sliding it to the side when I fuck her. It no doubt made Sylvia, a mature lady of forty-some odd years feel like a slutty nineteen year old. At the pub, and only very briefly at my house, she wore spandex leggings and a blouse that luckily didn’t even cover her plump booty looking incredibly luscious in those fuck-me leggings. Her stilettos made her ass pop out. Luckily there were few men at the bar and since this all took place in a suburban area in Florida, few fellas not covered by medicare or unemployment, so I got a shot at fucking her, which obviously is what she wanted. But as much as I got lucky that night, my bad luck would soon return with a vengeance. I got stuck with her and had to kick her out. Our relationship started out hot and steamy and ended on a sour note.
At least I had tried to be polite about asking her to kindly move out. At first she insisted on giving it another shot. Being polite failed and in the end I asked her daughter Bridget, to get her mom out of my house. This rather desperate strategy worked only too well, and now Sylvia would not talk to me. I wasn’t complaining but at the same time, I did care about the bitch and felt bad that I had upset her.
She hadn’t brought any furniture or much of anything except clothes and beauty products to my house, but because she left in a hurry, she had forgotten about some of her clothes. It could stay there for all I cared. I still had her pink thong, which I took it out some times to jerk off in it, and on it.
A couple weeks after Sylvia moved the doorbell rang and I was hugging her younger daughter Gracie. She looked good as always. She wore a jean skirt and a loose fitting top. Nothing too revealing. This curvy brunette with a sweet disposition and mischievous eyes, asked how I was doing and I said ‘fine.’
My mom wants me to get the her stuff, she said. She misses you!
Thanks for saying that but I doubt it, I said.
You doubt what? she said.
I doubt the part about missing me. I have no doubt about her wanting her shit back.
Actually, she doesn’t want it back. The clothes she left, she didn’t want. But she said I could have them if I picked them up myself. Is that okay by you?
Yeah sure thing! They’re still in my bedroom.
Could you show me where they are please, she said.
Okay, I said and walked ahead to my bedroom. It’s a nice and big room with a king size bed in it. I opened the walk-in closet where most of her stuff was hanging. She took out a couple of dresses.
Can I try these on? she asked.
Of course The bathroom is right over there, I said, pointing in the direction of the adjoining bathroom. She left me for a few minutes. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to stay or not, but I stayed. And I was glad I did because she finally came out wearing a little black dress. It was short and tight around the booty and tits. She turned around and asked me to zip her up. Since I felt my cock chub up, and start to squirm a bit, I quickly zipped the dress up. She turned to face me.
Is this too revealing? she asked, giving me cause to look at her cleavage. Her boobs were the size of her mother’s, around a 32d.
No, if anything it’s not revealing enough, I joked.
Oh please. Seriously though, is it a keeper?
Yes, I think so. You look great! You look better in it than your mom, I said. I don’t think she’d even fit into it.
Oh be nice, she said.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she seemed to take no notice of me gawking at her luscious butt. Again I felt my cock swell up in my briefs. I wished it would stop, but then again, I wasn’t going to stop looking at my ex’s youngest daughter, Gracie, modeling the little black dress. Finally, she went back in the bathroom so I could adjust my boner. I couldn’t believe my urges. I mean, am I that much of a freak?
Next she came out wearing a strapless sundress. The material was very thin and was draped around her young body with as much sexiness as I could take.
You look gorgeous Gracie, I told her.
She looked in the mirror while I approached her from behind and proceeded to gently rub her shoulders and neck. I had given her a back rub before which is how I knew she wouldn’t freak out. In fact, neither one of us said anything for the minute this was happening. She did not object, but I did not want to come off as a creep so I stopped touching her. She had more clothes to try on. A couple pairs of pants she didn’t want, a coat and a halter top she decided to keep. Some of the clothes she decided not to take without trying them on, because they were not her style. The last item she took out of the closet was a halloween outfit I didn’t realize she’d left behind. Gracie looked at it, looked at me with a grin, and slipped into the bathroom. She came out wearing the sexy gladiator queen outfit her mother had worn last halloween. The rubber skirt for it was really short, barely covering her ass.
Wow! I said.
Do you like it? she asked.
Oh I like! You look hot, sweetie.
Did my mom really go out in this?
She wore it at a halloween party.
She’s such a slut, she said.
That’s for damn sure! At the party she was shaking her ass like a cheap stripper.
Oh yeah? But I bet you liked it!
I did. I’ll miss that ass! I said.
You’re gonna miss mommy’s ass? What do you think about mine? she asked and turned around to shake her ass within spanking distance. I couldn’t help myself and I spanked her firmly on her ass. It made my cock jump and get fully erect. She had a surprised look on her face and immediately stopped gyrating her hips which did nothing to stop me from pressing my crotch against her ass and place one hand on her tummy and another on her arm.
I whispered in her ear: I think your ass is even hotter than your mommy’s!
She looked surprised at my directness. She must not have thought I had it in me since I usually had done my best to behave like a gentleman around Sylvia’s daughters. Now, all bets were off. My dick was rock hard and I had a scantily clad 22-year old twerking right in front of me in my bedroom. At least I was going to try!
She wiggled loose from my advances and asked for a bag to put the clothes in. All Sylvia’s clothes were lying in two piles on the bed. I wanted to throw her on the bed too, but I went to get her the bag instead.
I was happy to see she was still wearing the costume when I returned.
A garbage bag? Really? she said.
I’m sorry if that’s not good enough for you, princess…
It’s fine, she said. Is there any more clothes?
At first I said no. Then I remembered the undergarments and lingerie in one og the dresser drawers.
No, wait a second, I said. There is more in the top drawer of the dresser.
She opened the drawer and looked at some worn out cotton panties and boy shorts which she tossed aside. Then she came across the shiny black leggings her mom wore the first time I met her. I had peeled them off her the first time I fucked her. She grabbed the leggings and a tube top and went back into the bathroom, only this time she left the door cracked. I saw her slipping out of the costume, standing totally naked. A couple minutes later she came out wearing the tight leggings and tube top. Again, I told her she looked stunning.
Thank you, she said, and went to look in the drawer. To my horror she found the pink thong. She looked at it and felt it and finally smelled it. I thought
These are nice but why are they so sticky?
I’m sorry, I said. I’ll take them and wash them.
As I reached to snatch them away from her she held them behind her back.
I want them, she said. But I just want to know. Did you jerk off in them?
What if I did? I said, rather nervously.
I think that’s cute, she said. But does that mean you still have feelings for mommy?
No, I said.
Are you sure? she said.
I’m sure! I said.
I want you to prove it to me! said Gracie.
I’ll do anything, I said. I moved in closer and closer but she spun around and started twerkin in her mom’s sexy leggings and bumping into my hardon.
You’re gonna prove it to me, then take out that hard dick of yours.
I pulled my pants and briefs down and she started grinding up along the shaft of my dick, then lowered her ass while only grazing my dick, and repeating. I was already on the verge of cumming, so I grabbed her and licked the side of her neck. She turned her head and we made out. She turned to face me and I yanked her mommy’s lycra tube top off of her and felt her breast.
I sucked on her nipples, pulled the leggings down and as I took her panties off I remembered that she was still holding the pink thong. I took it out of her hand.
What’re you doing? Those are mine?
Are they yours? Well let me give them to you!
Yeah, give them to me, she said. I kissed her, letting my greedy tongue slither all around her young mouth.
Give them back! she said. I fucking want those thongs!
Okay if you insist, young lady. She squealed as I lifted her and placed her on the bed. Then I slid the thongs on her and slid them to the side to lick her pussy until she demanded that I fuck her.
I want your dick inside me! she said.
I was happy to oblige, fucking her missionary, doggystyle, and cowgirl. As she was riding my dick, I got up with her still on me, and stood on the floor holding her on my dick while fucking her.
When I knew I couldn’t go on longer without cumming, I threw her on the bed, pulled the thongs off and stuck them in her mouth. I fucked her a minute longer, maybe less. Her hands were free and she could have taken them out of her mouth if she wanted, but she had submitted to me. I was her master and she was mine.
Not wearing a condom, I had to pull out before cumming. I helped my dick reach that final euphoric stage and blasted a load of cum onto her mommy’s pretty little thongs in her mouth.
She kissed me lovingly before she left me on the bed and let herself out. Before I took a nap I noticed the little black dress. She had forgotten it. I hope she comes back for it!

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The Sick Day

What happens when a middle-aged man overhears his teen stepdaughter’s startling confession.

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When In Rome – 07 – non-underlined version ;]

Author’s NotesI’m having difficulty doing dailies with all of the family stuff going on for the holidays. The story is far from over, and I’m still writing. I’m just having a hard time finding the time to write 6-8K words every day. Thanks for sticking with me :]
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
Scene 01: Cassius – Sex? No.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________CASSIUS
He wasn’t a man to use the word “cute.”
But Callia, today, was the “cutest” thing he’d ever seen.
Everything was so new to her, so exciting. She flitted back and forth between the market stalls, speaking to everyone.. Touching everything. And he loomed behind her, the coldest, cruelest stare he could manage trained on the faces of any vendor that might consider telling her to stop. If anyone looked at her wrong, broke her mood – he’d fucking kill them. In the most creatively painful way he could think of.
Most of the vendors, especially the food vendors, were exceptionally friendly to her. Her charms had worked particularly well on the vintner, who had insisted that they try several of his best and make sure Lykos knew just how fine his wares were. Now she was teetering around in her sandals like a little lush, and the only thing keeping her balanced was the arm she’d looped through his.
He leaned over and pressed his lips against her ear. “What do you think?”
“Oh Cassius.” She breathed and her eyes focused intently on a sparkling stall filled to the brim with jewelry. “It’s better than I’d dreamed of.”
He laughed as he led her over the stall. “Come, meet Agnes.”
There were two people in Rome who stubbornly refused to fear Cassius. One was Callia. Agnes was the other. He swore that she had two spirits living inside her body; one was a sweet old woman with a kind word for everyone, the other a blood-thirsty savage who would cut your throat as soon as she’d shake your hand. She had to be at least seventy years old. She was the one vendor in the market that had never been robbed.
“Cassius.” Agnes beamed at him. “Now who’s this pretty little thing? Surely her father didn’t turn her loose with the likes of you.”
He laughed. “This is Callia. My sister.”
“Ohh.” Her eyes widened as she studied Callie. “Well, she is as pretty as the men all say. I didn’t expect her to be so.. Small. Pretty little runt, though. Hello, then, child. Enjoying the sights?”
Callia nodded politely, but she was a girl and they were in the middle of a jewelry stall. Her eyes were wide as she examined everything. “I’ve never seen the market before.”
“You should see this one, child. Look.” Agnes smiled at her and pulled a little ring off the wall and winked at Cassius. “The stone is almost the exact color of your eyes. Never seen a stone like this before.”
Cassius narrowed his eyes at Agnes. She was trying to be kind. Well, be kind and make a sale. She didn’t know that Lykos would never allow Callia to own anything, even something as small as a little ring. It pissed him off.
Callie gasped as she peered down at the ring. Agnes had been right. It was the color of her eyes, like it had been made for her.
“Well, try it on.” Agnes prompted, and Callie beamed as she obeyed.
“Let’s see.” Agnes snatched her hand over and inspected it. “Perfect fit. How ’bout that, eh, Cassius?”
Callie’s face was sad as she stared down at the ring. She chewed on her bottom lip as she held her out in front of her and inspected it in the light. She smiled at Agnes, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Its beautiful,” she whispered as she slid it back off her finger and held it out to Agnes. “But Father would never let me-”
“We’ll take it.”
Fuck Lykos. Callia had nothing. She didn’t have a bed, or one dress that she owned. She didn’t have a pair of sandals that were hers. Hell, her hair comb didn’t even belong to her. He could give her this.
Callia glanced up at him, and opened her mouth to protest, or speak, or something, but his hand was already in the pouch at his belt.
“Do you have a leather cord?” He asked as he dropped coin in Agnes’ hand. “One that will fit around my neck?”
She looked puzzled, but she nodded. She cut a length of cord about the right size and handed it to him. He looped it trough the ring and knotted it.
When he thanked the woman and led Callie away from the stand, he explained.
“I’ll hold it for you. Keep it around my neck until we leave here.”
She grinned and through her arms around his neck, and he held her close for as long as he dared.
They kept an acceptable distance as they walked slowly back to meet their brothers.
He heard the rustling in the trees along the empty path long before he saw the man stumble out from behind them, sword drawn.
“Where is she?” He voice was rough, like he’d been screaming. Blond stubble covered his face, and his clothes were dirty and wrinkled. “Where is my wife?”
Cassius pulled Callia behind him as he drew his sword. Slowly. Calmly.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are. How am I supposed to know where your wife ran off to?”
“His name is Titus.” Callie spoke up from behind him. “His wife is Julia. She was my friend before she got sold. She came from Britain like my mother.”
She leaned around him to peer at Titus, and he had to keep eyes on both of them.
“She’s gone missing?”
“Run along Callia.” Titus didn’t even look at her. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“Callia, stay.” Cassius pulled a dagger out of the strap of his sandal and handed it to Callie. “I don’t know who is in the woods.”
He watched Titus. The man was sluggish like he hadn’t slept. His eyes were ringed with black circles.
“I just want her home, Cassius. I won’t say a word.” His jaw clenched. “You can kill as many fucking whores as you want. Just let my wife go.”
Callia gasped, and Cassius stilled. “You think the man that’s been killing whores has you wife?”
“I think you have her, yes. I know who you are.” Titus’ body was shaking so hard he couldn’t keep his sword arm steady. He looked terrified. “If you don’t giveher back, you better kill me now. Because I will find whatever it is a freak like you loves and I’ll fucking take it from you.”
“Titus, is it?” He rubbed at his eyes, exhausted. He should just slit the bastard’s throat and fucking be done with it. “What makes you think she hasn’t just run off?”
“It was like when all the other men’s wives and daughters been taken. Rope on the bed. Blood and.. Blood and cum on the sheets.”
Cassius paused. “When?”
“She was gone when I came home this morning.”
She could still be alive. Some of the girls had been missing for over two weeks when their bodies were found.
“Put your sword away. I don’t have your wife.” He shook his head, irritated. “I’ve got to take Callia home. Meet me in the center of the market at midnight. I’m going to catch this bastard. Work with me. Maybe we can get him quick enough to find your wife.”
The man’s body sagged, but he sighed and nodded. “If this is a trick. If I find out you took her, I’ll kill you.”
“You can try.”
*CALLIA
She knew the look on his face.
He sat back on the bed, naked, arms crossed behind his head. His cock was hard, thick and delicious and curving against his thigh. Her tongue darted across her lips. She wanted him to force that big cock down her throat until she choked on it.
He watched his slaves bathe her, his eyes dark and narrowed. The tight set of his jaw was in complete opposition to the relaxed posture of his body. His eyes never left hers. His breathing changed, chest rising and falling quicker as he watched the girls later soap slowly over her naked body. His hips rocked almost imperceptibly as one slid her hand between Callia’s legs to gently wash her cunt.
He stared at her like a lion watching his prey; ready to strike at any second. She arched her little cunt against his slave’s hand and let her head roll back. His eyes narrowed, and a cruel smile spread slowly across his face. She froze. She felt like her heart stopped still in her chest. She knew that look, too. Surely he wasn’t..
The slaves paid no attention to the shift in her mood as scrubbed her skin with rough brushes. They soaped her again as her brother watched. Once they had rinsed her, they piled her wet hair on top of her head and began to drain the water as they worked the scented oil and lotion mixture over her clean skin.
Cassius pointed to the fireplace, and she stood there as she dried. The fire was so warm, but her knees were trembling. Her back had healed enough, she supposed, and it looked like her week off was over. He would beat her tonight. She knew it without him having to say it. She was afraid.
Her father had not been kind or careful with her punishment. There was nothing sexual about the violence she’d received at his hand. It had been hard for her; sex, arousal and the state of consciousness that came with it were how she’d learned to embrace pain. That was what Cassius had taught her after her first beating at the hands of some cruel client she’d never seen again. She had a secret suspicion that no one had ever seen that client again.
Her brother didn’t speak. He just crooked his finger at her and glanced at the floor beside his bed.
She bowed her head, and stared at the stones on the floor as she approached.
She held her body like she’d been trained: back straight, tits up, ass out to make sure she was perfectly pleasing to the eye. She knelt on her shins on the ground by his bed, just far enough away that when he looked down at her, he could see that every inch of her was displayed. Her shoulders were high, tits up in the air, legs spread open so that her cunt was offered to him. She wanted him to take what was his. Her. She was his.
She didn’t look up as he slid off the bed and walked a slow circle around her. His knuckles stroked her jaw, and when her eyes closed, he slapped her cheek. It wasn’t a very hard slap; it startled her more than it hurt but she couldn’t stop the sharp breath she inhaled.
“Keep your eyes on the ground like a good whore.” His hand wrapped around her throat, and he squeezed it. His fingertips dug into her flesh. “Don’t speak unless given permission. Nod if you understand me.”
She nodded.
“If I tell you to speak, you will address me as Dominus.” His hand closed tighter. “Do you understand? Speak.”
“Yes, Dominus.” She could feel her legs shaking underneath her. Her stomach tightened as he released her throat and allowed her to breath. She nodded as she gasped in a breath.
She struggled just to put one foot in front of the other as he led her to the apparatus he used to restrain her. She couldn’t look at it. He’d kept it covered with a bed sheet for the last week because of what she’d gone through. He restrained her hands and belted her waist to the board, and she tried to pull inside herself for the strength she’d gained over her short life. She tried to remember the things he’d taught her, the ways to get herself in the right frame of mind but she was drawing up a blank.
He stroked the curve of her waist, and a small part of her tension eased. Not enough.
Her chest heaved as he adjusted a blindfold over her eyes. She could see nothing but blackness, and she started to shake. The belt chafed against her trembling body.
She relaxed when he touched her again, but just barely. The handle of his whip traced her slit, prodded at her. He squeezed her ass in one hand. His fingernails dug in as he pinched and pulled at her skin.
She was barely wet when he slid the first finger inside her cunt. She could hear him breathing, could feel him inside her, and she finally relaxed into it. This was Cassius, and relief was apparent in her moans as she pushed back against his hand as much as she could. She wasn’t allowed words, but she could still let him know it felt good.
He heard his growl behind her as he worked a second finger in with the first.
His fingers fucked her little cunt in short, rough strokes. He pounded them inside her until she could hear the strokes and his shallow breathing. His thumb pressed against her ass hole and she smiled to herself as she remembered just how fucking big he’d felt, how hard he was inside there. Her nipples were hard against the rough wood, and her pussy was soaking wet around his fingers.
She whined softly as he pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty. Her body sagged unhappily; she’d live with him inside her if she could. But then he wrapped his hands around the outsides of her thighs and he dropped to his knees behind her.
She bit her lip to keep from whispering his name as his lips pressed softly against the back of her thigh. She cried out when his tongue danced across her slit before sliding inside her. He prodded his tongue inside her wet little hole, and her entire body shook when she heard him moan. She couldn’t see him as he pulled, or maybe pushed, her lower body away from the board. He’d turned around between her legs so that his lips could wrap around her little clit.
Every muscle, every inch of her body screamed as he sucked her clit, soft then rough, soft then rough. He pinched her clit between his teeth at the exact same moment as his thumb slid inside her cunt. She screamed, some incoherent language that didn’t exist – one that could only be understood by the two of them. She felt/heard him laugh with his mouth still pressed against her slit.
He moved out from between her legs, and she whimpered. She fought against begging him to come back, but then his body was pressed against hers and he was tilting her head.. To his mouth. She tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her. He held her so close to his body as his tongue explored her mouth, and hers tasted his. He pressed one last kiss against her neck.
“I’m going to whip you now.” His hand cupped her wet little cunt as his tongue circled the rim of her ear. She trembled just from feeling his breath on her neck. “Speak.”
This was it. Her first beating since.. But it was Cassius. She could do this. She could.
“Y-yes, Dominus.”
He stepped away, and left her there. She braced herself hard for the first hit, held her breath. Tightened her muscles. Everything the rational side of her knew not to do. But the hit didn’t come. He was silent and she couldn’t see. She didn’t count the seconds, but it felt like she hung there for hours, shaking with fear, anxiety, trepidation. She barely breathed.
The first crack of the whip sounded like lightening. It hadn’t touched her skin, but she cried out anyway; her legs buckled under her and only the belt and the ropes on her wrists kept her from losing her footing. Still he didn’t speak. Her stomach rolled with nerves and she hissed in sharp gasps. They mixed with whimpers as she hung there, helpless and restrained.
The whip sounded again, and her entire body tensed again to brace for the impact. The sound seemed closer this time, but there was no pain. He hadn’t hit her. But he would. She just didn’t know when. That frightened her more than knowing it was coming. She hadn’t even realized she was crying until she felt the heat on her cheeks.
Anxiety tightened in her chest. She could hear nothing but the sound of her own heart; could think of nothing but the sound of the cracking whip and the memory of what her father’s whip had felt like as it split the skin on her back. She felt her tears seeping into the blindfold.
When the third crack rang out and still did not touch her skin, she sobbed out loud. He’d commanded her not to speak, but that was alright because she couldn’t form words.
She lost track of the cracks that didn’t make contact with her flesh, until she could no longer hear them over the roar of her heart in her ears and the sounds of her sobs. She shook violently, the belt digging into her skin, until she could barely hold herself upright on her feet.
When his whip finally cracked her skin, it was almost a relief. The pain of reality didn’t compare to the pain she’d been imagining in her mind and she gasped in a shaking, ragged breath. It may not have been as hard as she was prepared for, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Fire spread across her back in a razor thin line and she gagged as she remembered what she had felt like at her father’s mercy when she’d felt the first trickle of hot blood running from one of the cuts on her back. The room she was in should have smelled like soap, lotion, firewood and Cassius. But her mind refused to let her smell anything but metal and blood and sweat.
By the third crack of the whip on her back, the ropes around her wrists felt like metal cuffs.
By the fifth, she could smell the spicy scent of the perfume her father wore.
By the tenth, she was quiet and sagging against her restraints – numb, out of focus; living in a perfect recreation of what she considered her own personal Tartarus. It was all in her mind, and she was left there reliving phantom whip strikes long after the room had went silent. Long after she’d been untied.
Nothing made sense to her, if it registered at all. The soft thing beneath her body. The strong, warm things around her waist. That vaguely familiar voice talking to her from so far away.
The world was still black.
*CASSIUS
His hands were shaking as he laid his little sister on the bed. He couldn’t take off her blindfold – not yet. Because for all the tears in her eyes, there were more in his.
He felt nauseated.
He was sure she had thought he lost control. He hadn’t. Every second of what he’d done to her, the sensory deprivation, the fear, the mind-fuck of whipping empty air just because it would terrify her.. He’d done it on purpose. She was in her “dark place” now, something he’d only seen very few times because he’d quickly learned how to avoid it.
And today he’d used that knowledge to take her there intentionally. But not for the reasons she would think.
He’d been beaten. Dozens, maybe a hundred times. He understood it and he understood Callia. This trip, this.. Descent into her own world of personal torment was inevitable.
Tomorrow she would go back to work, and any man who could pay the price could beat her in any fashion they chose. Maybe it would be tomorrow. Maybe the day after. But eventually it would have come to this. And Callia would be in this helpless state, completely at the mercy of a stranger who didn’t see her as a girl, a person. Someone who saw her as a toy. This unresponsive, broken shell would more than likely enrage whoever paid for a willing slut. There was no telling what would be done to her then.
But if he was the one to take her there.. He could control how she was brought out of it. He could care for her, make her feel safe.[/]
He kissed her forehead as he untied her blindfold. She blanched, squinted up at blankly for a second before she averted her eyes. Her body tensed, and tried to struggle out from under him. He lifted his arms, watching warily to see what she would do. His chest ached as she stumbled to the edge of the bed, and he reached out to grab her, but he wasn’t fast enough.
She fell sideways off the side of the mattress and landed hard on the floor. Her little brain didn’t even seem to register that as she pulled herself up onto her knees. In a perfect little slaves’ pose.
He crept toward her slowly, so as not to startle her. He sat next to her and pulled her body into his chest. She didn’t fight him, but every inch of her body was tensed as he pulled her into his lap. He rocked slowly back and forth as he held her tight against his chest, pressed kisses against the top of her head. He whispered softly to her as he stroked her head.
“Where are you right now, Callie?”
The tiny modicum of relaxation she’d gained vanished. She froze. “Right here, Dominus.”
“Look at me,” he sighed, and tilted her face to his. “Who am I, Callie?”
There was nothing in her eyes, no light. They were flat, near dead. Blank but for a small hint of confusion.
“You’re my master.”
“No.” He rested his forehead gently against hers as he cradled her body. “Look at me Callie. See me.”
She frowned. “I don’t understand. Just tell me what you desire from me, Domi-”
He silenced her with his lips on his and stood up with her in his arms. He laid her back on his bed and climbed on top of her, resting on his elbows.
“Tell me my name, my love.”
She shuddered underneath him, and when she spoke he could hear the tears in her voice.
“Cassius.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her cheek, the curve of her jaw. He laid his head in between her shoulder and chin. “Who am I, Cal?”
“Um.” She swallowed hard and he felt her turn slightly towards his. When he felt her body relax against his, just a little, a bit of the tightness in his chest eased. “My brother.”
“Yes.” His fingertips stroked her belly, and her head lulled back. “Where are you, Callie?”
“I-in your bed.”
“In [i]our bed,” he corrected. He moved back on top of her. She was coming back. Slowly, but his girl was in there somewhere. He could see that fire, that curiosity in her eyes. “Our bed, Callie.”
The ring, the one he’d bought her at the market, hung from his neck and rested just between her breasts.
“I’m sorry, Cassius.” She looked away. “I got scared.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He kissed her, and this time she kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Her kisses weren’t soft, they were hungry. She whimpered against his mouth as he bit at her bottom lip, and her hips arched up against him. He pulled her up and rested her back against his pillows so that she was almost sitting upright.
“Look at me, baby.” He pulled her legs apart and laid between them. His eyes met hers when his mouth was just inches away from her cunt. “Watch me, Callie. Like I watch you.”
Even from here, he could see the dried tears on her face. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he spread her legs wider and pressed his lips against her clit. He toyed with her cunt with his fingertips, but didn’t slide them inside. Not yet.
He trailed his tounge down from her clit to her hole and back up, watched her eyes almost close as her hips rocked up.
“Don’t close your eyes, Callie.”
He sucked hard at her clit, and heard her soft gasps. He watched her back arch as he finally slid a finger inside her cunt. She was always tight; her little cunt was perfect. Sweet and wet, and gripped his finger hard as he tasted her pussy. The taste of her cunt was something he couldn’t get enough of. He craved it. Now that he’d had her on his tongue he had no idea why he’d waited so fucking long to bury his face between his sister’s legs.
“Cassius?” She whimpered, her voice ragged as she pressed her hips up against his face. “I.. I n-need..”
He pressed a loud kiss against her clit. “Yes, my love? Tell me, sweet sister. What do you need?”
“I’m close. I’m.. Oh Gods,” she moaned out loud, her legs tightening against his hands. “I want to cum with your cock inside me, Cassius. Please. Fuck me.”
He sucked harder as she spoke, her words driving him half fucking mindless. She screamed as he slammed his finger inside her one last time. Yes, she was starting to shake for him.
He covered her mouth with his, catching her scream between his lips as he pressed his cock against her entrance. His fucking hand was shaking, body tight with the need to be inside her. But he teased her first, listened to her beg as he trailed the head of his cock up and down her slit.
“Tell me how badly you want it,” he teased, watching her tight little body writing underneath him.
Her eyes widened and she gaped up it him. “I love you cock. I need it. I want to feel it, Cassius, I want to feel it spread my little cunt open and pound inside. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cum spill inside me.”
He slammed inside her before she’d even finished speaking, and she screamed as her hips back against him. She slammed up, meeting every single thrust. She slammed her cunt against him every bit as hard as he slammed his cock inside her, and it didn’t take long. Five thrusts, maybe six, before her words lost all meaning. She was still talking, but he had no idea what the fuck she was saying other than the occasional ‘please.’ He never slowed his pace. His little sister wanted his cock inside her when she came, and that was what she gave her. He drilled into that hot, tight little cunt even as it trembled around him, got even wetter than before. He tightened his grip on her hips to keep himself from following her.
When she collapsed back against the bed, he slowed his thrusts. Not to let her recover, but to let himself.
“Cassius?” She peered up at him through half lidded, confused eyes.
He buried his cock deep inside her and stayed there, barely rocking against her hips. “Yes, my love?”
She bit her lip and rocked her hips up against him with her little, freckled nose crinkled. What in the hell was she thinking so hard about.
Finally, the confusion lifted, just a little. “Well, I love cock.”
He couldn’t help it. He never laughed. No one ever made him laugh. But he collapsed on top of her, roaring. That’s what she’d been so confused about? He could feel her cunt squeezing around his cock, each laugh making him shake inside her. “Yes, dear sister. I know you love cock.”
“No, Cass-” She whined, and tried to stomp her foot – which was awkward and cute considering she was laying on her back. “Let me figure out what I’m trying to say.”
He was still laughing softly above her.
“Okay,” she blew out a breath, and rocked her hips against his like it was helping her think. “I know that you can love cock. You can love getting fucked. But.. Can you love a person?”
He froze, and every bit of the humor he’d seen in the situation melted away. His chest pounded, his stomach clenched tight with nerves as he stared down at Callia. He studied the quizzical expression of her beautiful little face.
“Yes, Callia.” He told her softly. “You can love a person.”
“Cass?” She pressed her hips against his and rocked them in small, satisfied circles. His sweet little sister stared up at him with his cock buried balls-deep inside her cunt and smiled. “I love you.”
Every muscle in his body tightened, hummed like a bowstring as he pulled out and pounded back inside her. His cock throbbed, ached, and so did he as he pounded inside her.
“Do you, Callia?” He didn’t recognize his own voice when he spoke. “How much?”
“Even more than I love getting fucked.” She giggled beneath him between her sharp cries as her cunt took his cock.
His hand wrapped around her throat as he drove back inside her, and he watched her choking and bucking under him as he slammed his cock inside her. He lost himself in the thrusts, putting the full weight of his body behind every stroke. Her body rocked backward with each stroke, her head hit the headboard every time his balls slapped against her ass. He’d never fucked her quite this hard, never felt quite like this – this full bodied abandon as he tried to fuck past her cunt.. To fill her entire body up with his. He let go over her throat, pulled her legs up over his shoulder and focused on nothing but her screams and the way her body gripped him. He wanted to make her cum again, needed to hear her scream those words as they came together.
It didn’t take her long; that sweet little body started to shake under him. He bit at her calf as he held on trembling foot in his hand.
“Tell me again, Callie. Tell me when you cum on my cock.”
She grinned as her hands found the head board behind her, and she locked her arms out straight, pushing her body towards his. He filled her, and when her legs started to shake and he watched his little sister come with his cock inside her, screaming that she loved him.. He fucking lost it.
He wasn’t silent when he came either, not this time. He collapsed on her with a long, low growl as he filled her wet, shaking little cunt up with his cum. He couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth off her when she collapsed on top of her body.
His lips pressed up against her ear, and he whispered softly words that only she would ever hear from his lips.
“I love you.”

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