Cum for daddy (2)

CHAPTER 2

I gasped in shock, and my eyes widened with fear. But he just looked down at me with the same strange expression on his face, and began to slide his hands down my back, slowly, until they were resting just above my ass. I opened my mouth to speak, but for some reason I was rendered completely mute. I don’t know if it was the shock of what I was witnessing or the fact that I’d had too much to drink in too short a space of time – but at that moment it felt as though I had never even possessed a voice of my own.

“You shouldn’t have gone running off like that” my stepdad whispered, craning his neck and bringing his face closer to mine. Even though the forest was dark, I could still see the cold blueness of his eyes glinting in the moonlight. “Anything could happen out here, in the middle of the night. Anything at all...”

He slowly inched his hands downwards, until they were sliding over my ass cheeks and causing me to squirm in disbelief. This was my stepdad! I should have been recoiling in horror and fighting him off, but instead I just stared up at him, open-mouthed in shock.

“When will you learn to do as you’re told?” he whispered, and then suddenly his mouth was on mine. I didn’t even have a chance to squeal with shock before his lips were pressing firmly on my own, and his tongue slipped into my mouth. It was such a strange rush of emotion that my legs immediately grew weak, and buckled beneath me.

My stepdad gripped me tightly, holding me suspended in mid air for a few moments before gently lowering me to the floor. I grabbed hold of his forearms, desperately clawing at him but unable to make a sound. He just grinned and snatched them away, then took a step back to regard me.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this” he said with a smirk “we both know this has been a long time coming, Monica. You lack discipline, and yet you crave it! You need an older man, a father figure to straighten you out. You need to be spanked, Monica.

You need to be spanked like the naughty little girl you are.”

With those words he dropped to one knee in front of me, and then grabbed me under the arms, like you would a small child. I squealed as he dragged me across the floor towards him, and then bent me over his knee. He was so strong, and no matter how much I kicked and writhed he had no trouble in bending me over and tugging down my jeans so that my ass was on display.

I opened my mouth to scream out as loud as I could – but to my astonishment the only sound that came out was a long, high pitched moan.

I became aware, then, how the queasy feeling in my stomach had morphed into something more. What on earth was happening? Amidst the confusion of what was going on I found thoughts wandering to strange places, contemplating his words and how there might be an ounce of truth in them. I had been looking at him differently lately... I just couldn’t figure out why.

My stepdad’s hands began kneading and squeezing my ass cheeks, and he started trailing his finger down the crease so that I squirmed in his lap. This was so wrong. I had to stop him! But all feelings of defiance were replaced with delicious humiliation as his hand slapped down on my ass, hard. I yelped and bit my lip, feeling the sharp pain spread over my skin and turn to a dull heat. I braced myself and waited for the next slap – feeling my heart racing. I was also aware of a heat rising between my legs, and I immediately felt ashamed.

“Bad girl!” my stepdad barked, and spanked me even harder. I yelped, and kicked my legs like a screaming child and then cried out when he spanked me once more. It was strange and exhilarating, causing my pussy to dampen.

I knew that the main reason I was getting off on it so much was because it was so wrong. This was the man who had been a father to me, and now I was getting off on having him spank my ass. I should have stopped him!

But I did nothing. I just went along with the completely surreal scenario as if it were a dream or something. He squeezed my ass again slightly, then he rammed two of his fingers into my tight cunt without warning, causing me to yelp. When I gasped in shock, he slipped them up inside me even deeper. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me! I offered a little resistance in the way of squirming and wriggling in his lap, but not enough to actually

break free. I couldn’t deny that my pussy was beginning to throb and pulsate around his eager fingers. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t imagined me doing this to you” he hissed, leaning down so that his face was just an inch from the back of my head “you’re horny, and frustrated, and begging for my cock to straighten you out. I can practically smell it a mile off. You want me, Monica. You want your daddy’s big prick in your tight little hole!”

With those words he slipped a finger into my asshole. I squealed and writhed, but that only forced it up there further. It was a strange sensation – one I had never felt before. He then proceeded to finger-fuck my pussy and asshole, using his other hand to undo the belt on his trousers. It was all happening so fast that I couldn’t gather my thoughts and keep up with what was happening to me.

All I could do was gasp and pant as my daddy worked me up into a hot, sticky frenzy. He’d removed his belt, and started to unzip his fly, all the while pumping me with his fingers and grunting with appreciation as I gasped and squeaked. I could feel my juices starting to make his hand slippery and slick, and I felt a new rush of shame. He was absolutely right. I wanted this.

Suddenly, he pushed me off his knee and I hit the floor with a thud. I tried to get up, but he pushed me down to the ground, and then straddled me – pressing down on my shoulders so that I was pinned on the cold forest floor.

Then, quick as a flash, he bound my arms together behind my back using his belt. I opened my mouth to cry out but shock and shame cut into my words. He tugged my jeans down further, so that they were around my knees, and I felt him rest his dick between my cheeks.

“Daddy...” I managed to gasp, but immediately my words were silenced. He stuffed what felt like a glove deep into my mouth so that I was rendered completely mute. I almost wretched as he gagged me. But for some reason my pussy began to quiver and pulse uncontrollably at the thought of what was happening to me.

I was letting go completely now. Letting my daddy do whatever he wanted to me. I was powerless and completely at his disposal. And this became all the more apparent as I felt the tip of his cock press against my protruding, wet pussy lips.

“You want this, don’t you baby girl” his gruff voice whispered in my ear, as he began to nudge at the wet folds of my cunt with the tip of his cock. My daddy was a broad, solid man – and his weight alone was enough to pin me completely in place. I could feel his breath on the back of my ear and I shuddered with disgust and delight. He was right, I did want it. But I couldn’t speak to answer yes or no.

“You want to feel Daddy’s cock inside that creamy little pussy don’t you”, he continued, teasing my willing hole with the tip of his swollen rod. “You want me to fuck you brutally, like an animal, and have you begging for mercy!”

He teased my asshole with his finger as he dipped the head of his prick inside my pussy. It wasn’t much. Just enough for him to feel my cunt beginning to tremble.

He chuckled to himself and shifted position slightly. He had me right where he wanted me, and he knew it.

“Open wide, sweetie” he whispered, his lips practically touching my ear now as he hunched his heavy, sweaty form over my shaking body. All I could manage was a brief, low sound of desire. I wasn’t sure he had even heard me. Either way, he didn’t care. He just rammed his stiff prick deep inside me without warning and began pummelling me.

There was no easing in to it, and absolutely no word of warning. He just shoved his dick in me and started to pound, hard and brutal – so that I whined and screwed my eyes shut to try and bear the intense pain.

“Daddy’s... little...slut” he grunted with each thrust. I felt his balls slapping against my pussy lips as he slammed me from behind, and my cunt began to tighten hard around his cock.

“You want this?” he barked, still punishing me with his huge member “tell Daddy how you want this!”

He knew I couldn’t answer him properly, and he knew that any sound I made would sound utterly ridiculous due to the gag. But that was all part of my humiliation.

“Mmmm, mmmmfffff” I mumbled through the gag, still trying to answer him.

He laughed a cruel laugh, and started to slap me across the face and the back of the head. New waves of shame engulfed me, and I felt my stomach starting to contract. I couldn’t believe I was getting so excited from being degraded like this. The slaps weren’t hard, just swift and frequent – smearing my make-up across my face. It was at that moment, under the brutal fucking and the humiliating torment, that I realised I was about to cum.

“Mmmm, mmff mmfff!” I tried to cry, my ridiculous mumblings just spurring him on even more. I felt him swell inside me and I knew he was on the brink too.

“That’s it, cum for Daddy” he cried as he buried two fingers deep in my asshole, “take Daddy’s cum all over your dirty fuckin’ ass!”

With those words he pulled out and shot his creamy white load all over my bare ass – splashing my jeans and filling my ass crack with his seed. He laid a few hard slaps on my ass cheeks, spattering the cum everywhere as I screamed into the glove, and squirted my juices all over his crotch.

I felt so dirty, but also so completely satisfied. He undid his belt from around my wrists, and tentatively rolled me over. Then he looked down at me for a few seconds before bending low and kissing me tenderly. Neither of us spoke. We just looked at one another in the moonlight, allowing the enormity of what had just happened to sink in.

He kissed me again, then hugged me and helped me to my feet, pulling my jeans up as he did so. From that moment, the prospect of spending another couple of days out in the wilderness with him didn’t seem quite so unappealing. My mom was a sound sleeper, and my stepdad was quite clearly a lot more fun that I had ever realised.