Just one more twelvemonth of this hell.

I sat staring at my fuzzy observation in the bathroom, smoke billowing out of my lungs.

Cheap butt. Easy to come by here. My mother was a Ernst Boris Chain smoker and would n't work but she had plenty of men who came in and out of the business firm and she gave them kitty-cat and they bought her cigarettes in income tax return. Which I stole. Fucking working girl. Who sells puss for butt and hard drink ?

Rhetorical question. My mother of course. She never cared about me or my blood brother but we could n't leave without her putting our pictures on milk cartons because individual had to fertilise her newest baby who never stopped crying and shitting and wanting attention. One more year and the gripe was on her own.

I got up and left the bathroom, the only place with any privacy. I was going out. Fuck her and her men and the kid who would probably never know her father. hell on earth, my mother probably did n't know her father.

You would call back I would be more good-hearted to the site being a lady friend growing up without a dad but getting hit on by men all my life. Sick fucks.

'' Mom, I 'm going to Becky 's ''

'' You ca n't go anywhere tonight ! I have society coming over and you have to catch your babe sister ! ``

'' I have a test tomorrow and I have to study ! ''

That was a lie. Well, the studying component was a lie. I 'm sure as shooting I had a examination but I had better things to do than study. Actually I WAS going to study. I was going to stare at my scoop friend 's step-dad. God he was hot. He had morose hair's-breadth and eyes and judging by the buldge in his drawers, he had a big dick to go along with those good looks.

'' Amanda ! Do n't you dare leave this theatre .... '' That was the last thing I heard as I slammed the back door and kicked my way through the dry leaves across the row of lawns on our street. Safer going behind business firm here than walking on the street.

shit. Forgot my cigarettes.

A few minutes later I was knocking on Becky 's door I could feel my snatch get hot. I knew she would n't be home for a while longer because she had band praxis. Geek. She was prissy though and smart. Had to pass senior yr somehow so why not consume a ache best friend with a hot step-dad who I was planning to screw ?

His name was Rick. Rick Schaeffer. Rick and Amanda Schaeffer. That sounded nice when I said it out loud.

wrick answered the door. He looked distracted.

'' Hey, Amanda ... Becky 's not home yet. ``

'' Really ? She said she was coming straight habitation today, I 'm distressing, '' I lied. `` Care if I hang out til she gets home ? ``

'' uhh ... sure ... yeah.. come in. apologize the mess. ``

His wife never cleaned house. I would clean house. Wonder if she sucks his dick. haystack 's dick. God that made me wet thinking about it.

'' Where 's ... .the 'wifey'? ``

'' She went to church. ``

Sweet.

So Rick how about you and me go bonk in your bed while your wife is gone and before Becky gets home ? That 's what I said in my head word. Instead I sat down and watched him strip his shotgun. His hands moved up and down the barrel and I do n't know why that turned me on but I was n't going to sit here and split hair when I could make my move.

'' Need help with that ? ``

'' Nah.. I got it. ``

Too bad. I got up and crossed the room and took the rag from his hired hand and leaned over to where my boobs where practically falling out of my shirt and started to rub the bbl, twisting my fist around it and stroking it.

He nervously laughed.

'' What 's suspicious ? ``

'' Nothing ... I.. I do n't eff. ``

I laughed and handed his cleaning rag back to him. I saw his dark eyes drink me in. I used that moment to put my hired man right on his crotch and firmly palpate the buldge I was always looking at. He hardened in my bridge player. He tried backing up but I put my finger to his brim and trailed it down his chin and throat and thorax, playing with his chest haircloth that was visible from the married woman beater he was wearing.

I put my finger in my mouth, toying with it, letting my sass slide up and down my digit, swirling my clapper around my fingertip and then placing my fingerbreadth back to his lip, letting him feel the wetness.

I had another wet bit he needed to feel.

'' You know, Rick, I never had a daddy. I never had no daddy to make love me or spank me. ``

That caught him off sentry duty. I knew he spanked Becky a few times when she was latterly coming home on the weekends. She got pissed about it but I was turned on by it and I asked her too many interrogative sentence about it and made her uncomfortable. She said he used his bang on her and once he even made her drop her pants. That got me so wet thinking about it. I never had a daddy or a pace daddy that cared enough about me to proceed me in job. All I had was those fucking men my mother brought home that was usually tope and wanted to cop a feel or brush up against me. Sickened me. This was dissimilar. This was a material man. Not some drunk that paid for sex with garish cigarettes and booze.

'' You never had a spanking ? ``

'' Nope. ``

I took hayrick 's hand and placed it on my thigh and prodded him towards my dulcet spot. He seemed nervous but I just acted like this was normal. He hesitated but did n't hold on. I sat on the coffee mesa in front of him and spread undefended my legs to ask for him to tinge me.

He did.

Oh god. The way his manpower felt. My pussycat was throbbing and soaking wet. I 'm sure enough my jeans were damp with my juices that were flowing. I felt close to cumming just from the thought of him entering me with his mere finger. I felt him tug at my belt.

holy doodly-squat this was going to happen.

I leaned my header backwards. I did n't desire to make eye contact. Afraid that would break his sureness or make him feel guilty. Just engage me like you own me, I thought.

Own me. That was another hot cerebration I had. I would like to be under this man 's control. I wish I could swop places with Becky. She had this stone's throw dad who was hot and spanked her. I wonder if it turned him on to spank her. I wonder if it secretly turned HER on.

My rap was off and he was unbuttoning my pants and unzipping them. I raised up to let him slide them off.

'' Amanda, we should n't .... ''

I ignored him. I just lifted myself higher and as if on auto-pilot he pulled my jeans down to my second joint. He worked his finger's breadth into the side of my panties and felt my pussy sass I had just shaven.

'' God, you 're wet. ''

red cent right I was wet. I was a river. He had broken the dam and I was fix to contain him in.

I just breathed in and pushed his finger further inside. He found my clit and started flicking it. He knew what he was doing. He had both hands now. Pulling my panties down. I dared to front at him and he was staring at my snatch. He opened my back talk wide and asterisk. I leaned back to give him easier memory access. With one handwriting I took off a shoe and then the other. He slid my pants down and I brought my genu up to help side them off. My step-in came off succeeding and his mouth found my wet cunt. Those beautiful rim of his were on my wet lips and he was sucking my clit and swirling his glossa around it and then sucking on it again. His back talk was glistening with my cunt juice. His finger entered me. One, then two.

'' Your pussy is so tight and wet .... ''

And ready. I wanted his dick in me.

I stood up and turned around with my ass in his look ; my hands flat on the coffee table before me. He took one hand and ran it down my spine and parted my ass impertinence and he put his glossa in between my ass cheeks ! I had never had anyone contact me like this. I was gasping. My pussy was wet and my mouth was dry. I could n't swallow. The randomness that escaped my throat sounded hoarse and my articulation was cracking.

'' Spank me. ``

'' Have you been bad ? ``

I 'm being bad now, I thought.

'' Yeah. I need a pa to lie with me and larrup me. paddle me like you spank Becky.

Shit. Maybe that was n't a goodness idea to bring up his gradation daughter. What if this brought him back to the realness of what he was doing ? Shit. bullshit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

He had stopped. dolt, so stupid, I never know when to shut my mouth.

He took my manus. I looked up at him. He had jogging gasp on and his dick was hard as a rock. I slipped my mitt down into it. I felt myself being led away. Into his bedroom.

Hell yes.

He picked up his belt off the floor and he placed my hands on his bed, slightly bending me forward in the process. I felt the leather glide over my ass. Just being touched with the leather was making my middle pound. I was a little frightened but a lot turned on. I felt his fingers splitting my lips, entering me. I could hear how wet I was. He sloshed my juices around with his two fingers until I was shivering. He reached up and adjoin my nipple, leaving a trail of my juices. The fan in the box of the room was hitting my hide and the wet spots were feeling a poise sensation but I was zippo but pure heat.

The leather was tapped against my ass again.

'' make ? ``

I could only groan.

The first nose drops of the belt against my publicise ass was loud and it shocked me. I never felt this before. It hurt but it felt good at the same clip. Again. That time the sting increased and I could find my kitty becoming a pool.

Again his belt made contact with my ass, wrapping around me. Suddenly I felt a savor on my pussy sassing. He was spanking my little pussycat with his men. Those big man hands. My dead body was shaking.

Rick turned me around and pushed me backwards onto the bed and fan out my stage widely. He stared at my sugared spot while I stared at his expression. He was drinking me in.

'' nookie me. ``

He did n't demand to be persuaded. His knickers were in the floor and his big tool was dancing before my eyes. He slapped his manhood on my clit. I could listen my juice splattering. He entered me, deep and all at once, burying his pecker to the hilt. The beam of light pushed the brain deep into me and it hurt so thoroughly. slow at first but then faster.

He pulled out and flipped me over and started spanking me again, this time with his hand.

'' You 're a bad girlfriend, Amanda. I 'm tie. You know I 'm married. Are you a whore like your female parent ? Are you happy ? You made me swindle on my wife, Amanda. You need to be punished. A bawd gets punished. ``

Fuck. I did n't handle. I did n't demand cheap cigarette or booze. I just wanted this man 's dick. If I was a sporting lady, then hallelujah this was heaven.

And he was spanking me hard. I whimpered. Over and over he spanked me, my ass shaking with each lick. I cried out. A few rent welled up in my heart but I could n't tell if it was from acute pain or pleasure. The two bridge player merged.

He slammed his massive shaft back into my pussy and pounded it over and over. He was dripping with my essence. slick dick. kink 's crafty cock. It was out of my pussycat and into my ass.

I gasped. I was n't expecting this. He was using my all body.

'' Are you my little fancy woman, Amanda ? ''

'' severalise me you are my cocotte ! ``

'' I am your whore ''

Holy fucking shit I was his whore. ass yeah.

I felt like my body was splitting. He was ripping me apart with his thrusts. He was pounding harder, he reached around to take hold of my boob and pounded one, two, three, four, five ... he slid out of my ass and once more into my pussy ... one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

I felt him pull out. He turned me around and pushed me to my knees, which was comfortable to do since I felt like my ramification were wet dome.

Hot, viscid liquid dig at my face. One, two, three, four, five ... my totally face was covered in his cum.

crick took the promontory of his putz and moved the cum from my nerve into my mouth and I sucked if off of his still firm dick. He smeared the cum across my face and into my mouth, making me taste him.

'' Do you savour yourself, Amanda ? ''

I did n't know where his discernment ended and mine began.

I opened my eyes. There remain firm Becky.

darn .