On a of late Saturday night, Lacey was lying on her bed reading a magazine when she heard the front line room access slam. Checking her clock she was slightly confused as her mom and her boyfriend Ian were not supposed to be back from their day of the month for at to the lowest degree another hour. She did not really care and dutifully got up and descended the stairs to the support way to recognise them. Seeing her mom taking off her coat she opened her backtalk 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 purse ? '' she demanded angrily.

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

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

'' Well you were the one who wanted to beat back. I would have been perfectly glad to push. Then maybe I wouldn't have seen your phone when your former boyfriend texted. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

Janet looked livid with choler. `` Sweetie, you don't want to hear all this. Just go back upstairs for now, '' she instructed Lacey.

Lacey looked at Ian for substantiation. She somewhat wanted to be a component part of the conversation to come. Maybe she could facilitate them resign. If they really did violate up, it would not just be Janet who would experience to forget the place they now called home.

Ian shooed Lacey away with his deal, informing her that she was unnecessary. Reluctantly, Lacey sauntered back up the stairs. No Sooner had the doorway to her room shut than the cheering started again. Groaning she put on a headset and began to listen to music on her speech sound to drown it out. Once she had turned up the intensity enough to reach indisputable she could hear none of the cheering, she resumed reading her magazine.

Before tenacious she forgot everything else and was engrossed in her reading. She did not even notice when the room access to her room opened. She did however feel the system of weights 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 secondary and brush off them for as long as possible.

A boastfully hand touching her butt revealed that the person in inquiry was Ian and not her mother. He did that from meter to sentence, patted her bottom when he wanted her tending instead of tapping her shoulder. She did not really take care 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 lecture to Lacey as if she could hear him. `` I don't want you to think less off either your mom or me because of this. We both decided that we need some time apart. That may vocalise like we 'll get back together soon, but I 'll be true I 'm kind of 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 of study, she could not get a line him at all. She was still pretending to discount his presence while listening to her blaring music. `` I don't want to be unreasonable, '' Ian continued. `` I know you have school 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 human foot and hummed along to the song on her phone. He tapped her cigaret twice more and even gave it a slightly difficult whack ; still no response. Annoyed he decided to pester her a little. He pulled on her shorts, sliding them down her pegleg and exposing her heart print panties.

She frowned but continued ignoring him. Another slap to the goat almost made her yelp. By now she was singular to what he wanted but she did not plan to lose this game. She readjusted herself, practically pointing her coffin nail at him, daring him to keep on spanking her.

After another three smack, he decided to up the ante. He slid his thumbs into the waist of her pantie. She stifled a gasp as he tickled her slender love handles. Her crotch felt moth-eaten when he slid her panties down to her thighs. She wiggled her rear as she tried to readjust herself again. At the Sami time he slapped her bare ass, loud and hard. She bit her lip to go on from yelping. Another smack and she was almost fix 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 butt cheeks repeatedly. She moaned out loud, still biting her lip. Her eyes rolled back in her header and she dropped her magazine. She jolted and squealed with each smacking, forgetting that she could probably get him to hold on if she just asked him to.

Ian was fast draw a blank why he was spanking her. He was just watching his lady friend 's daughter 's ass bounce and escape from with each hit. It was mesmerizing. Lacey had a much better figure than her mom. While Janet was on the skinny side, Lacey was slightly plump. Not enough to be called fat by any means. She just filled out any rig she wore. Her wearing apparel always looked tight around the chest and second joint orbit. Her plump legs clung together perfectly to hide out her crotch from view.

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

Unfortunately, he had just crossed a strain. Lacey opened her mouth and screamed for her mother. Acting before thinking, Ian put his handwriting on the rear of her school principal and pushed her grimace into the bed to stifle her screech. As she began to struggle, trying to inch herself away from his invading fingers, he reacted in the opposite, trying to work his finger's breadth further into her slightly wet crotch.

She stopped when she felt them drop away inside. It was a foreign sense impression she did not sleep with how to react to. His fingers were bombastic than her own. She was afraid it would pain if she moved too much. He curved them upward, scrapping against the slenderize form that separated her vaginal canal from her gut. Her heart rolled back again as she groaned into her bed. A quiver went through her torso, making her look like a fish flopping atop the bed.

By then, Ian was committed. He crawled upward on the bed and pressed his knee into the pocket-size of her cover to keep her immobilise when he finally removed his manus from her head. She lifted her face and gasped for air. The post she was in felt even stranger due to the fact that aloud music was still blaring in her ears. She actually had yet to see or listen Ian. For all she knew this might actually be a stranger who broke into the house to violate her while the adults fought with each other downstairs. Somewhere in the rear of her head though she knew it was Ian. She just knew.

'' You shouldn't have ignored me, '' Ian scolded her as he worked his finger's breadth deeper into her. He felt he needed to maintain the mind that this was justified punishment. If he let up too practically she might try harder to escape.

With her face no longer hidden, her next squeak was much more clear. She gasped in a breathy sexy way, moaning in slight pain. Ian stared down at her with a sudden expression of appreciation. He had always adored Lacey. He had known her and Janet even before her parents split up. She was an adorable child who treated him with respect. When she thought Ian was going to wed her mother, she had sworn she would accept him as her new dad. He could honestly say he would make left Janet a longsighted time ago had he not loved Lacey so much.

All of that was melting away now. Sweeping her blonde pilus away from the back of her neck, he kept looking down at her like a different person. No longer seeing her as a daughter, he wanted to regale her as a intimate object. He wanted to force that sound out of her again. He definitely felt bad but it almost doubled his excitement. Just because he was leaving Janet did not think of he had to cut this rattling girl out of his liveliness. He could create her his in a different way.

'' Please, '' she managed a slight ill as he stroked her hair. He was treating her gently. Perhaps if she begged he would finger bad and let her go. She did not take in that her soft voice only egged him on. He wanted to hear her moaning and squealing because of him. He had always thought he would possess to watch her grow up and get a beau. 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 digit moving inside her. He definitely wanted her to feel him. risky than just using her body, he wanted to make her think about it too. She could hardly consider that the man who had taken care of her and treated her like a daughter for years was now taking it all back with interest.

For the succeeding ten arcminute she just laid there in agony, 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 liquidness seeping down her second joint. There was a numbness she felt whenever his fingers brushed the face of her canal.

She was surprised when he bundled up her hair and used it to wrench her head sideways. He pressed his lips to hers and forced his natural language past her teeth. Her centre focused enough for her to look at his face. She blushed in embarrassment. Kissing individual whose finger's breadth were inside of her at that very import was too much. Like a outpouring, liquid gushed out between her legs, soaking her bed. She was utterly humiliated but he just kept kissing her like it was normal. She felt rancour. He had slept with several adult female, her mother included. This was her first-class honours degree time. He should be treating her limited, not making her flavor 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 moment he broke the kiss. She was lying there, panting for breathing time. Her face was completely red and her centre were filled with tears. Her bangs were soaked with lather and sticking to her forehead. She was aware that her scanty were still around her thighs and felt ashamed. Something felt faulty about still wearing them. If she was fully naked it would just somehow be in force. Instead she felt sticky and constricted. Her stage hurt from not being able to pass around apart. She wished he would just train off her panties 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 pain as he undid the face clasp. Her large bust sprang loose, bouncing obscenely. She covered her face with her arms in ignominy. She had always hated her breasts. They were large and her areola were, in her opinion, too dark. worse yet, her nipples were quite obviously tumid. She did not want to be aroused by what was happening to her.

She uncovered her typeface to front when something wet enveloped one of her tit. Ian was sucking on her breast greedily. It felt odd. Knowing little to zero about her own trunk and why it was reacting this way, she was scared. She knew about sex but did not recognise that having her nipples touched and in this shell licked would cause her crotch to tingle.

Ian smiled when he saw her go her hand to her cunt. She brushed against it lightly, trying not to search like she was touching herself. Ian took it as an invitation to crusade his finger's breadth into her, pulling her finger's breadth with him. `` Stop ! '' she shouted as more tears spilled down her boldness, creating white lines atop the red.

Ian did stop. She sounded extremely despairing. For a import his fatherly instincts kicked in. He stared at her with concern but it only lasted a import. With his other hired hand he ripped her headphones off and tossed them against the wall, breaking them. `` Can you finally get word me ? '' he asked in aggravator. `` What do you mean, stop ? Maybe you don't understand your position yet. I kicked your harlot of a mother out. No money, nothing. Unless she can hitchhike back to her ethnic music place two hour away, she 'll be sleeping on the street tonight. Do you desire to end up like her ? ``

Lacey shook her head. `` That 's right. You 'd rather stick around in your gracious strong bed tonight. Unfortunately rent isn't free. Your mom used to pay with her body but I do n't want that slut anymore. Do you know what that means ? ``

Lacey 's optic widened as she realized what he meant. If she wanted to stay in this house, she was going to have to pay tear by letting him throw sex with her. Her offset intellection 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 stunned disposition, Ian lifted one of his branch over her so he was straddling her. Any chance she had to run had passed. She winced as he resumed fingering her cunt, making sure to scrape her walls excessively. She averted her eyes as her breathing became punishing. She was definitely ashamed to be enjoying this even a little.

She could barely focus on anything. The one thought going through her head 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 oddment got the better of her. She looked down at his shank where he was straddling her. The hump in his trouser was quite large. He was wearing a decent pair of trousers in prevision of escort night with Janet. Lacey felt bad that his try had gone to waste. At least he was still going to get laid.

He was rocking his hips slightly as he sat on her stomach, jostling her unit body. She did not screw why and found it almost suspicious. It took some effort not to titter. Eventually he undid the buttons on his blouse with one mitt. Then he leaned forward to kiss her again. The tomentum of his chest brushed against her tumid teat making her groan. He liked the strait and dug his fingers deeper into her. She was annoyed that this seemed to be his default response to everything. He assumed she was enjoying having her duct stretched by his expectant finger and wanted to make her feel even better.

Knowing she was not going to get out of this, she decided the best option would be to get him to look sharp up. She freed her hand from his digit and grabbed the bulge in his trouser. He was definitely storm. She unzipped him and let his prick spring out. It was definitely big as she had suspected. `` That matter is going inside me, '' she gulped nervously.

'' Are n't you eager, '' Ian chuckled as he slid down her body to spatial relation himself at her waist. She gasped when she felt the caput of his rooster clash against the exterior of her puss. Just knowing it was something entirely unlike than his finger made it exotic. He moved it all around the opening night to tantalize her more before he finally started to push in.

Her centre began to water from the pain immediately. She threw her nous 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 back of her own radiocarpal joint in an effort to shut herself up. Ian had one hand on her cheek and was petting her gently. `` ripe female child, '' 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 head fell off the edge of the mattress and bumped the side of the bedstead. Her eyes spun in her drumhead as the nuisance of three thing encompassed her at once.

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

For some rationality the remembering of her best champion 's first fellow came to mind. He was sister faced and cute. He followed Sarah around like puppy dog and swore he loved her and wanted cypher but to see her smiling. Eventually he pressured her into sex though. Realizing how much it must have 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 prick inside of her. Men caring about womanhood 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 have put up with Janet for years just waiting for this chance.

A particularly unvoiced thrust from Ian brought Lacey back from her tongue-tied thoughts. She finally stopped biting her arm so she could speak. `` Fuck, cut it out ! '' she shouted without thinking.

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

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

Ian stared down at her bare chest and belly and the place where their crotch met. Shiny melodic line of liquidity were running up into the haircloth above her cunt and making them glisten. `` 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 nothing he said now could fix this. Ian frowned. He somehow had hoped she would enjoy this even though he knew it was impossible. By no means 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 roll in the hay ? '' she screamed in confusion.

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

She moaned at first of all but suddenly began to scream when he sunk his teeth into it. `` Son of a bitch ! '' she screamed in bother. He thrust into her slit harder as punishment for swearing. `` Please…. Stop, '' she begged him. `` Do you like hurting me ? '' Rather than answering, Ian grabbed her other nipple and twisted it. `` You bastard, you 're actually trying to pee it worse ! '' she shrieked.

With his animal foot, Ian pushed her scanty down the rest of the way so her legs could finally fall open completely. He then pulled them up between her and him so that her genu were being pressed into her dresser every time he thrust into her. `` They 're not meant to turn like that, '' she groaned. He pulled her coat of arms between her knees and pushed her legs back even further than her chest. Realizing what he was doing, Lacey lifted her had so he could push her ankles 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 sure as shooting her legs were there to stay, he returned his aid to her knocker. He slapped each of them a few time and then twisted both her pap at the same meter. `` Uh huh, that really hurts, '' she mumbled instead of screaming this time. It was Thomas More of a confirmation 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 run. `` Look Mommy, I 'm Ian 's new fucktoy. It 's not so hard, '' Lacey refused to admit to being in pain. She had forgotten that swearing would get her slapped though. `` Ow, '' she tried not to react. The side of her face was stinging now and her nose was running slightly. It was a short concentrated to stay fresh her mighty eye overt as her cheek was starting to swell.

When he did not move his hand from her brass, she turned her head slightly and opened her mouth. She let his fingers trace her lips a few times before she started to lick and suckle them. `` Do you want to try harder ? '' she was almost taunting him. He grabbed her tongue and twisted it as punishment. `` Harder, '' she mumbled as best she could. He pushed his pollex further into her oral cavity. When she moved her spit he almost shoved it into the back of her throat.

She began to cough and swallow. The walls of her throat massaged his thumb. She felt like she had a lump in her throat. He scrapped the sides of her mouthpiece as he pulled his thumb out. `` Ow, '' she muttered when she could verbalize again.

poking into her cunt again, he slid her encourage off the bed. At the same metre he leaned back, putting some of his weighting into fucking her. Then he reached behind himself and between her legs. She gasped when she felt his saliva coated flip press against her son of a bitch. `` What are you doing ? '' she asked drearily.

With one driving force he shoved inside her asshole. Her swollen eye began to tweet as the hotshot filled her abdomen. She felt it all the way up her intestines. `` God, I think I 'm gon na throw up, '' she groaned while grabbing her stomach. With his other hired man Ian pressed down atop her hands, putting weight on her belly.

Lacey 's eyes rolled back as she retched. She did not actually switch up though. `` Come on, this doesn't distress ; it just feels weird, '' she began to taunt him again. `` Maybe if you shoved your dick in my butt it would injure to a greater extent. Would you like that ? Do you want to fuck a vernal girlfriend 's asshole ? ``

Another slap to the face. `` It 's so numb it doesn't even hurt anymore. You 're gon na have to use your fist. You might let on my nose. Since you enjoy seeing me cry so much, you… ''

'' Shut up, '' Ian cut her off. Without warning he grabbed her peg and pulled them out from behind her psyche. She winced in pain as they returned to their normal billet. He then pulled his cock out of her cunt, leaving a slight lead of blood from her hymen. She groaned dizzily as he flipped her onto her front. He had to rive on her articulatio talocruralis to get her back on the bed completely. Her expression was buried in her pillow but she still yelped when his hammer entered her cunt again.

The speech sound of his thigh slapping against her round of golf butt filled the room. She just lay still as he thrust into her repeatedly. When he got drill of her not reacting, he grabbed a fist fully of her fuzz and lifted her headspring up. `` Ow, you 're gon na rip it out, '' she whined. `` Do you bask fucking bald-headed lady friend ? ``

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 breach ! '' she yelped. He twisted it further to evidence he did not manage. `` I 'm not gon na have any pearl left. You 're just gon na be fucking a rag wench at this charge per unit. ``

He moved his traction to her wrist and began to compress it. `` Ian, I swear to god, you ca n't ruin 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 plan for me since we met ? You just wanted an obedient slattern to bed whenever ? I can be that, I can be your obedient loose woman. ``

She used her articulatio genus to lift her ass off the bed and thrust 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 lots. Your rooster is so big inside 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. Fill my underage womb with your semen. I could get pregnant. You could have got a kid of your own. You don't want to hurt your babe 's female parent, do you ? ``

Ian relaxed his hold on her wrist joint but still held onto her arm. He yanked on it, pulling her backward into him at the Saami clock time he thrust again. `` That 's right, '' she gasped. `` Give me my showtime taste of cum. ca-ca me addicted to it. I 'm not paying rent, I 'm taking mummy 's home. I 'm you 're girlfriend now. No, I 'm your fucktoy. You don't have to take me on dates or anything. I belong to you. You can fuck me any time you want, just don't break 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 rear of her head, pressing her oral cavity over his cock. She squealed when she felt tender liquid hitting the spine 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 face was red from lack of respiration. She slapped his arm a few times before resorting to digging her fingernails into his hand. He finally released her. She pulled her head up and gasped for air. `` You ca n't fuck me if I 'm dead, '' she hiccupped.

Ian watched her thorax 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 border 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 unite me. I 'll bend over and you can have it off 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 piece of meat. I know my situation now. If I don't want to get broken by you, I 've got to proceed my worth, right ? '' She stared at him with cold stark eyes.

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

'' Then what did you desire ? You wanted an easy fuck, right ? If that 's not avowedly, we can talk 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 muscles. When she bent down to touch her toes he got a full eyeshot of her bleeding cunt, the red manus prints on her ass, and her slightly swollen anus. He really did a identification number on her. Still she seemed somehow sanction. For that he was glad.

Whatever was to go on next, it was not a thing of forgiveness. There was no way things could go back to normal. Hopefully she would be willing to accept her new theatrical role as a hole for his luxuria. He definitely had no plans of letting her go .