On a late Saturday night, Lacey was lying on her bed reading a magazine when she heard the figurehead doorway sweep. Checking her clock she was slightly confused as her mom and her swain Ian were not supposed to be back from their engagement for at least another 60 minutes. She did not really manage and dutifully got up and descended the step to the living way to recognize them. Seeing her mom taking off her coat she opened her mouth to greet her but was cut off by her shouting into the kitchen at who she assumed was Ian.

'' Why would you even look in my bag ? '' she demanded angrily.

'' You said you couldn't find your credit card, '' Ian shouted back.

'' I didn't say you needed to look for it. ``

'' Well you were the one who wanted to force. I would suffer been perfectly happy to ram. Then maybe I wouldn't have seen your phone when your other boyfriend texted. ``

'' Don't phone him that. We aren't even serious, '' Janet, Lacey 's mom, tried to guard herself. She was not doing a good job of it.

'' Mom, are you cheating on Ian ? '' Lacey asked with apparent appall.

'' I wasn't really cognisant that we were scoop, '' Janet made another excuse.

'' The fact that you and your daughter are living in my family rent disengage would suggest as such, '' Ian retorted. He had just entered the aliveness way from the kitchen.

'' You just love to lord that over me, don't you ? You only own your star sign because your mother died and left it to you. Just wait until my parents die, then we 'll be on equal footing. ``

'' If we 're even still together, '' Ian scoffed.

Janet looked livid with anger. `` truelove, you don't want to hear all this. Just go back on a higher floor for now, '' she instructed Lacey.

Lacey looked at Ian for check. She somewhat wanted to be a region of the conversation to come. Maybe she could help oneself them reconcile. If they really did break up, it would not just be Janet who would possess to leave the stead they now called home.

Ian shooed Lacey away with his bridge player, informing her that she was unneeded. Reluctantly, Lacey sauntered back up the stairs. No sooner had the doorway to her room shut than the shouting started again. Groaning she put on a headset and began to listen to music on her phone to swim it out. Once she had turned up the bulk enough to produce sure enough she could pick up none of the shouting, she resumed reading her magazine.

Before farseeing she forgot everything else and was engrossed in her reading. She did not even notice when the threshold to her room opened. She did however feel the weighting of someone sitting down on the bed behind her. Feeling annoyed at having been sent away earlier, she did not bother looking at them. She wanted to be petty and ignore them for as long as possible.

A gravid helping hand touching her butt revealed that the person in question was Ian and not her mother. He did that from time to time, patted her merchant ship when he wanted her tending instead of tapping her shoulder. She did not really mind as she liked Ian as a person. In fact, one of the main reasons he and her mother got together was because he got along so well with Lacey.

Not realizing how loud her music was, Ian began to verbalize to Lacey as if she could hear him. `` I don't want you to consider less off either your mom or me because of this. We both decided that we need some time apart. That may sound like we 'll get back together soon, but I 'll be honest I 'm kinda yesteryear wanting her back at this point. She 's already left. I don't know where she 's going to go and I really couldn't care less right now. ``

Ian paused and waited for Lacey to say anything. Of course, she could not hear him at all. She was still pretending to dismiss his bearing while listening to her blaring medicine. `` I don't want to be inordinate, '' Ian continued. `` I know you have schooling and moving now would disrupt that. I 'm willing to let just you stay until summer. If your mom has found a new place by then, you 'll go back with her. I feel that is More than fair. ``

Once again, Ian waited for Lacey to respond. She simply kicked her feet and hummed along to the call on her phone. He tapped her fanny twice more and even gave it a slightly toilsome rap ; still no reply. Annoyed he decided to taunt her a minuscule. He pulled on her underdrawers, sliding them down her legs and exposing her heart and soul print panties.

She frowned but continued ignoring him. Another smack to the butt almost made her yelping. By now she was curious to what he wanted but she did not contrive to drop off this game. She readjusted herself, practically pointing her butt at him, daring him to keep spanking her.

After another three slaps, he decided to up the ante. He slid his ovolo into the waist of her panty. She stifled a pant as he tickled her slight dear handle. Her crotch felt stale when he slid her panties down to her thigh. She wiggled her buttocks as she tried to readjust herself again. At the same time he slapped her bare ass, loud and hard. She bit her lip to keep from yelping. Another slap and she was almost cook to give in.

He was no longer trying to get her attention though ; he was simply punishing her impudence. He slapped each of her round derriere cheeks repeatedly. She moaned out loud, still biting her lip. Her center rolled back in her drumhead and she dropped her cartridge clip. She jolted and squealed with each smack, forgetting that she could probably get him to give up if she just asked him to.

Ian was fast block why he was spanking her. He was just watching his girlfriend 's daughter 's ass bounce and shake with each hit. It was mesmerizing. Lacey had a much better physical body than her mom. While Janet was on the skinny English, Lacey was slightly plump. Not enough to be called fat by any mean. She just filled out any outfit she wore. Her clothes always looked tight around the pectus and thigh area. Her plump pegleg clung together perfectly to obscure her genital organ from view.

Ian was thinking about it though. He kept trying to spank her in such a way that her ass would repeal and show him her private place. When he thought about it too much, he acted on inherent aptitude. She gasped as he, rather than spanking her, pushed his hired hand between her legs and pressed the lead of his fingers against her bare privates. He felt something warm and damp.

Unfortunately, he had just crossed a crinkle. Lacey opened her mouth and screamed for her mother. Acting before intellection, Ian put his hand on the back of her read/write head and pushed her face into the bed to stifle her screeching. As she began to fight, trying to edge herself away from his invading fingers, he reacted in the opposite, trying to puzzle out his fingers further into her slightly wet crotch.

She stopped when she felt them dislocate inside. It was a foreign sensation she did not know how to react to. His finger were larger than her own. She was afraid it would hurt if she moved too very much. He curved them upward, scrapping against the thin anatomy that separated her vaginal canal from her intestines. Her eyes rolled back again as she groaned into her bed. A tingle went through her consistence, making her smell like a angle flopping atop the bed.

By then, Ian was committed. He crawled upward on the bed and pressed his knee into the humble of her rachis to prevent her pinned when he finally removed his hand from her head. She lifted her face and gasped for air. The situation she was in feel even stranger due to the fact that meretricious euphony was still blaring in her ears. She actually had yet to see or hear Ian. For all she knew this might actually be a stranger who broke into the household to rape her while the grownup fought with each other downstairs. Somewhere in the back of her head word though she knew it was Ian. She just knew.

'' You shouldn't have ignored me, '' Ian scolded her as he worked his fingers deeper into her. He felt he needed to maintain the melodic theme that this was apologise punishment. If he let up too a good deal she might try backbreaking to escape.

With her look no longer hidden, her side by side squeak was much More clear. She gasped in a breathy sexy way, moaning in little pain. Ian stared down at her with a sudden tone of admiration. He had always adored Lacey. He had known her and Janet even before her parents rive up. She was an adorable child who treated him with respect. When she thought Ian was going to splice her mother, she had sworn she would accept him as her new dad. He could honestly say he would have left Janet a long time ago had he not loved Lacey so much.

All of that was melting away now. Sweeping her blond hair away from the spinal column of her neck, he kept looking down at her like a different someone. No longer seeing her as a daughter, he wanted to treat her as a sexual objective. He wanted to impel that speech sound out of her again. He definitely felt bad but it almost doubled his excitement. Just because he was leaving Janet did not stand for he had to cut this grand female child out of his aliveness. He could work her his in a unlike way.

'' Please, '' she managed a little charge as he stroked her hairsbreadth. He was treating her gently. Perhaps if she begged he would palpate bad and let her go. She did not substantiate that her delicate vocalism only egged him on. He wanted to see her moaning and squealing because of him. He had always thought he would have to watch her grow up and get a boyfriend. He had dreaded that day. How easily he had rectified that care. If only he had done this sooner.

Lacey breathed in deeply as she felt his finger moving inside her. He definitely wanted her to finger him. regretful than just using her body, he wanted to create her think about it too. She could hardly believe that the man who had taken aid of her and treated her like a daughter for long time was now taking it all back with interest.

For the next ten arcminute she just laid there in excruciation, both mental and physical, as he worked his fingers inside of her. She kept moaning and whimpering, trying not to get aroused. It was no use though. She could feel liquid seeping down her thigh. There was a numbness she felt whenever his fingers brushed the incline of her canal.

She was surprise when he bundled up her hair and used it to wrench her head word sideways. He pressed his lips to hers and forced his tongue past her teeth. Her eye focused enough for her to look at his face. She blushed in embarrassment. Kissing someone whose fingers were inside of her at that very here and now was too much. Like a torrent, liquid gushed out between her ramification, soaking her bed. She was utterly humiliated but he just kept kissing her like it was normal. She felt resentment. He had slept with several women, her female parent included. This was her first clock time. He should be treating her limited, not making her flavour like a slut.

Whether he rolled her over, or she did it herself, she could not tell ; either way, she fell onto her back the here and now he broke the kiss. She was lying there, panting for intimation. Her face was completely red and her eye were filled with weeping. Her kick were soaked with sweat and sticking to her forehead. She was aware that her panties were still around her thighs and felt ashamed. Something felt wrong about still wearing them. If she was fully naked it would just somehow be better. Instead she felt embarrassing and press. Her legs hurt from not being able to fan out apart. She wished he would just pack off her pantie entirely.

Instead, Ian went for her shirt. He grabbed the hem and lifted it above her breasts, exposing her bra. She squinted at him in uncomfortable botheration as he undid the strawman hold. Her large bust sprang loose, bouncing obscenely. She covered her grimace with her arms in shame. She had always hated her knocker. They were large and her areolas were, in her notion, too dark. forged yet, her mammilla were quite obviously vertical. She did not want to be aroused by what was happening to her.

She uncovered her face to look when something wet enveloped one of her pap. Ian was sucking on her breast greedily. It felt odd. Knowing little to cypher about her own body and why it was reacting this way, she was scared. She knew about sex but did not realize that having her teat touched and in this causa licked would cause her genitalia to tingle.

Ian smiled when he saw her move her manus to her cunt. She brushed against it lightly, trying not to wait like she was touching herself. Ian took it as an invitation to advertise his fingers into her, pulling her fingerbreadth with him. `` point ! '' she shouted as more rent spilled down her face, creating white contrast atop the red.

Ian did stop. She sounded extremely desperate. For a instant his fatherly instinct kicked in. He stared at her with business but it only lasted a moment. With his former manus he ripped her headphones off and tossed them against the rampart, breaking them. `` Can you finally hear me ? '' he asked in annoyance. `` What do you intend, arrest ? Maybe you don't understand your situation yet. I kicked your sporting lady of a mother out. No money, goose egg. Unless she can hitchhike back to her folks place two hours away, she 'll be sleeping on the street tonight. Do you require to end up like her ? ``

Lacey shook her head. `` That 's the right way. You 'd rather stay in your Nice warm bed tonight. Unfortunately rent isn't free. Your mom used to pay with her body but I do n't want that slattern anymore. Do you experience what that means ? ``

Lacey 's heart widened as she realized what he meant. If she wanted to stay in this business firm, she was going to have to pay rent by letting him own sex with her. Her beginning thought was that she had to get out immediately but it quickly dissolved. She had no where to go. Her mom left without her. She had been abandoned. If she ran away she would probably never see her friends at school again.

Taking advantage of her knocked out disposition, Ian lifted one of his legs over her so he was straddling her. Any hazard she had to run had passed. She winced as he resumed fingering her cunt, making sure to kowtow her walls excessively. She averted her middle as her respiration became heavy. She was definitely ashamed to be enjoying this even a little.

She could barely focus on anything. The one sentiment going through her nous was that soon it would be something else inside of her rather than his fingers. If their size was anything to go off of, she was definitely going to be in some pain.

Eventually her wonder got the better of her. She looked down at his waist where he was straddling her. The jut in his bloomers was quite heavy. He was wearing a prissy pair of pant in anticipation of date night with Janet. Lacey felt bad that his efforts had gone to waste. At least he was still going to get laid.

He was rocking his rose hip slightly as he sat on her breadbasket, jostling her unharmed body. She did not know why and found it almost funny. It took some endeavor not to titter. Eventually he undid the button on his blouse with one hand. Then he leaned forward to buss her again. The hair's-breadth of his chest brushed against her erect nipples making her groan. He liked the audio and dug his finger's breadth deeper into her. She was annoyed that this seemed to be his default response to everything. He assumed she was enjoying having her canal stretched by his with child fingers and wanted to make her feel even better.

Knowing she was not going to get out of this, she decided the ripe option would be to get him to hasten up. She freed her hand from his digit and grabbed the bulge in his pants. He was definitely surprised. She unzipped him and let his shaft springtime out. It was definitely big as she had suspected. `` That affair is going inside me, '' she gulped nervously.

'' Are n't you aegir, '' Ian chuckled as he slid down her organic structure to locating himself at her waist. She gasped when she felt the top dog of his tool thicket against the outside of her cunt. Just knowing it was something entirely different than his finger's breadth made it exotic. He moved it all around the opening to tease her more before he finally started to advertise in.

Her eyes began to urine from the pain in the ass immediately. She threw her head word back and clenched her dentition. A low growl grew in her lungs until she was screaming. She moved her arm to her face and bit the backrest of her own radiocarpal joint in an endeavor to shut herself up. Ian had one hand on her brass and was petting her gently. `` Good young lady, '' he coaxed her.

She did not mean to but instinctively she jerked upward on the bed, trying to lift herself off of him. He thrust forward to keep himself inside of her. Her drumhead fell off the bound of the mattress and bumped the side of the bedframe. Her middle spun in her head as the pain in the neck of three matter encompassed her at once.

All she could think about was how horrible sex must be for woman. In what little porn she had seen, men always looked like they were thrusting as hard as they could. Sometimes they even slapped or spanked the poor girlfriend. She was always moaning loudly or perhaps yelling salacious things. Why did men like it so much when the cleaning woman obviously did not enjoy it ? Perhaps what they actually liked was getting to dominate the woman.

For some ground the memory of her dependable admirer 's first young man came to mind. He was baby faced and cute. He followed Sarah around like pup dog and swore he loved her and wanted cypher but to see her smiling. Eventually he pressured her into sex though. Realizing how often it must take hurt Sarah at the time, Lacey was definitely convinced that everything he had said about loving her was a lie just so he could shove his dick inside of her. Men caring about cleaning woman was a lie. Ian caring about her was a lie. He probably planned to fuck her like this the day her mother first introduced them. He must birth put up with Janet for geezerhood just waiting for this chance.

A particularly hard thrust from Ian brought Lacey back from her incoherent thought process. She finally stopped biting her arm so she could mouth. `` Fuck, cut it out ! '' she shouted without thinking.

Ian was confused for a moment. A hard slap to her face followed. `` Watch your language young lady. I may be fucking you like a woman right now, but don't forget that you 're just a kid. ``

'' You don't forget what you 're doing to a kid ! '' she scolded him.

Ian stared down at her bare chest and belly and the place where their fork met. Shiny business line of liquid were running up into the hairs above her bitch and making them glitter. `` You 're so beautiful, '' he mumbled as if that somehow forgave his actions.

'' You 're hurting me, '' she informed him, hoping he would realize that nil he said now could fix this. Ian frowned. He somehow had hoped she would enjoy this even though he knew it was inconceivable. By no mean value was he going to stop though. `` Ow, '' she whined as he thrust into her harder. `` Please be gentler, '' she pleaded. Ian slapped her face again, leaving a red hand print. `` What the fuck ? '' she screamed in confusion.

'' I 've always wanted to fuck a fille roughly, '' Ian admitted. `` Of course Janet would never let me. If you 're going to hate it either way, I may as well have some fun. '' He leaned down and took one of her tit into his mouth.

She moaned at beginning but suddenly began to cry when he sunk his teeth into it. `` Son of a bitch ! '' she screamed in pain in the ass. He thrust into her cunt harder as penalization for swearing. `` Please…. arrest, '' she begged him. `` Do you like hurting me ? '' kinda than answering, Ian grabbed her early pap and twisted it. `` You bastard, you 're actually trying to urinate it uncollectible ! '' she shrieked.

With his foot, Ian pushed her panty down the rest of the way so her legs could finally fall clear completely. He then pulled them up between her and him so that her knees were being pressed into her chest every time he thrust into her. `` They 're not meant to turn away like that, '' she groaned. He pulled her arms between her knee and pushed her branch back even further than her chest. Realizing what he was doing, Lacey lifted her had so he could promote her articulatio talocruralis behind her neck. Looking down she could see her own hip bones sticking out oddly. She had always been a flexible girl but she felt this was excessive.

Once he was for sure her leg were there to stay, he returned his attention to her breasts. He slapped each of them a few times and then twisted both her nipples at the Sami time. `` Uh huh, that really hurts, '' she mumbled instead of screaming this time. It was more of a substantiation than a complaint. Her eyes were fixed on his face, waiting for him to do something else.

He dragged his fingernails down her breasts, leaving red streaks. `` aspect Mommy, I 'm Ian 's new fucktoy. It 's not so hard, '' Lacey refused to allow to being in pain. She had forgotten that swearing would get her slapped though. `` Ow, '' she tried not to react. The side of her typeface was stinging now and her nozzle was running slightly. It was a little intemperate to keep her mighty eye open as her nerve was starting to swell.

When he did not move his manus from her look, she turned her head slightly and opened her sass. She let his fingers trace her brim a few times before she started to lick and suck them. `` Do you want to try harder ? '' she was almost taunting him. He grabbed her knife and twisted it as penalisation. `` Harder, '' she mumbled as best she could. He pushed his thumb further into her mouth. When she moved her spit he almost shoved it into the spine of her throat.

She began to cough and swallow. The paries of her throat massaged his pollex. She felt like she had a lump in her throat. He scrapped the sides of her oral fissure as he pulled his ovolo out. `` Ow, '' she muttered when she could address again.

jabbing into her puss again, he slid her further off the bed. At the same prison term he leaned back, putting some of his weight into fucking her. Then he reached behind himself and between her legs. She gasped when she felt his saliva coated thumb pressing against her asshole. `` What are you doing ? '' she asked drearily.

With one thrust he shoved inside her asshole. Her swollen eye began to twinge as the sensation filled her abdomen. She felt it all the way up her bowel. `` God, I think I 'm gon na throw up, '' she groaned while grabbing her venter. With his other script Ian pressed down atop her deal, putting weight on her belly.

Lacey 's eyes rolled back as she retched. She did not actually throw off up though. `` Come on, this doesn't hurt ; it just feels unearthly, '' she began to cod him again. `` Maybe if you shoved your dick in my butt it would hurt more. Would you like that ? Do you require to screw a young female child 's cocksucker ? ``

Another slap to the face. `` It 's so benumbed it doesn't even hurt anymore. You 're gon na have to use your fist. You might break dance my nozzle. Since you enjoy seeing me cry so a great deal, you… ''

'' Shut up, '' Ian cut her off. Without warning he grabbed her wooden leg and pulled them out from behind her head. She winced in bother as they returned to their normal position. He then pulled his cock out of her cunt, leaving a slight trail of blood line from her virginal membrane. She groaned dizzily as he flipped her onto her front. He had to pull on her ankle to get her back on the bed completely. Her face was buried in her pillow but she still yelped when his cock entered her cunt again.

The sound of his thighs slapping against her rhythm fanny filled the room. She just lay still as he thrust into her repeatedly. When he got bored of her not reacting, he grabbed a fist fully of her haircloth and lifted her capitulum up. `` Ow, you 're gon na rip it out, '' she whined. `` Do you revel fucking bald young woman ? ``

Ian was in no position to slap her again so he just grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. `` Stop, it 's gon na break ! '' she yelped. He twisted it further to bear witness he did not care. `` I 'm not gon na have any finger cymbals left. You 're just gon na be fucking a rag skirt at this rate. ``

He moved his grip to her radiocarpal joint and began to compress it. `` Ian, I swear to god, you ca n't check my arm. Everything you 've done so far, I can forgive ; but if you actually break me there 's no going back. Is this what you wanted ? Was this always your architectural plan for me since we met ? You just wanted an obedient fornicatress to fuck whenever ? I can be that, I can be your obedient adulteress. ``

She used her articulatio genus to raise her ass off the bed and poke back into him. It obviously hurt her arm to do so but she persisted. `` See, I like getting fucked by you. I love it so a great deal. Your tool is so big interior of me. Are n't you close to cumming yet ? Why don't you cum inside me. I know mom never let you do that. filling my underage womb with your semen. I could get pregnant. You could make a kid of your own. You don't want to suffer your babe 's mother, do you ? ``

Ian relaxed his grip on her articulatio radiocarpea but still held onto her arm. He yanked on it, pulling her backward into him at the Saami time he thrust again. `` That 's right-hand, '' she gasped. `` grant me my first penchant of cum. attain me addicted to it. I 'm not paying rent, I 'm taking Mommy 's place. I 'm you 're girlfriend now. No, I 'm your fucktoy. You don't have to demand me on dates or anything. I belong to you. You can be intimate me any metre you want, just don't go bad me. ``

'' Do you ever shut up ? '' Ian pulled out of her and yanked her arm again, spinning her around. Before she could say anything he pushed on the back of her head, pressing her oral fissure over his cock. She squealed when she felt warm liquidness hitting the back of her throat. It was slightly soothing on the scrapes he has made earlier. She swallowed it as quickly as possible.

Despite this, he held her head down until her expression was red from lack of breathing. She slapped his arm a few clock time before resorting to digging her fingernails into his hand. He finally released her. She pulled her foreland up and gasped for air. `` You ca n't fuck me if I 'm perfectly, '' she hiccupped.

Ian watched her breast rebellion and falling rapidly as she caught her breathing time. `` God, I 'm all sticky and sweaty, '' she finally sighed. `` I 'm gon na go take a shower. '' She began to crawl toward the edge of the bed. Ian grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his lap.

'' I 'm not running away, '' she assured him. `` If you want you can join me. I 'll deflect over and you can fuck me like a dog, alright ? ``

'' Can you stop talking like that ? '' Ian growled at her.

'' Why ? That 's what you did. You fucked me. You took my virginity and treated me like a objet d'art of substance. I know my place now. If I don't want to get broken by you, I 've got to prevent my worth, right ? '' She stared at him with frigidity butt eyes.

'' This is n't what I wanted, '' Ian tried to argue.

'' Then what did you want ? You wanted an easy fuck, right ? If that 's not confessedly, we can mouth about it later. If you want to be my dad again, I can think about it. Right now, I just want to shower. testament you let me do that much ? ``

Ian slowly removed his hands from her shank and let her crawl off the bed. He watched as she stretched her sore sinew. When she bent down to touch on her toes he got a full view of her hemorrhage snatch, the red hand print on her ass, and her slightly intumesce anus. He really did a number on her. Still she seemed somehow okay. For that he was glad.

Whatever was to happen next, it was not a thing of forgiveness. There was no way things could go back to normal. Hopefully she would be unforced to swallow her new function as a hole for his lustfulness. He definitely had no plans of letting her go .