On a late Saturday night, Lacey was lying on her bed reading a magazine when she heard the front door slam. Checking her clock she was slightly confused as her mom and her boyfriend Ian were not supposed to be back from their date for at least another 60 minutes. She did not really care and dutifully got up and descended the step to the bread and butter room to greet 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 purse ? '' she demanded angrily.

'' You said you couldn't get your credit placard, '' Ian shouted back.

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

'' Well you were the one who wanted to repel. I would have been perfectly happy to drive. Then maybe I wouldn't have seen your headphone when your other 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 serious job of it.

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

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

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

'' You just love to lord that over me, don't you ? You only own your house because your female parent 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 choler. `` sweetie, you don't want to try all this. Just go back on a higher floor for now, '' she instructed Lacey.

Lacey looked at Ian for confirmation. She somewhat wanted to be a persona of the conversation to come. Maybe she could help oneself them patch up. If they really did break up, it would not just be Janet who would have to leave the office they now called home.

Ian shooed Lacey away with his hand, informing her that she was unnecessary. Reluctantly, Lacey sauntered back up the stairs. No Oklahoman had the door to her room shut than the shouting started again. Groaning she put on a headset and began to hear to music on her phone to drown it out. Once she had turned up the volume enough to micturate certain she could try none of the yelling, she resumed reading her magazine.

Before long she forgot everything else and was engrossed in her indication. She did not even notice when the doorway to her room opened. She did however feel the weightiness of mortal 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 petit larceny and ignore them for as long as possible.

A enceinte hand touching her butt revealed that the person in question was Ian and not her mother. He did that from clock time to prison term, patted her bottom of the inning when he wanted her tending instead of tapping her shoulder. She did not really listen as she liked Ian as a soul. In fact, one of the principal reasons he and her mother got together was because he got along so well with Lacey.

Not realizing how loud her euphony was, Ian began to talk 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 clock time apart. That may vocalize like we 'll get back together soon, but I 'll be true I 'm kind of past wanting her back at this power point. She 's already left. I don't know where she 's going to go and I really couldn't aid less right now. ``

Ian paused and waited for Lacey to say anything. Of course, she could not find out him at all. She was still pretending to ignore his presence while listening to her blaring medicine. `` I don't want to be unreasonable, '' Ian continued. `` I know you have schooltime and moving now would interrupt that. I 'm volition to let just you stay until summer. If your mom has found a new spot by then, you 'll go back with her. I feel that is more than fair. ``

Once again, Ian waited for Lacey to answer. She simply kicked her feet and hummed along to the song on her telephone. He tapped her fanny twice more and even gave it a slightly strong whack ; still no response. Annoyed he decided to tease her a footling. He pulled on her shorts, sliding them down her peg and exposing her heart print panties.

She frowned but continued ignoring him. Another smacking to the butt almost made her yelping. By now she was rummy to what he wanted but she did not be after to lose this game. She readjusted herself, practically pointing her butt at him, daring him to hold on spanking her.

After another three slaps, he decided to up the ante. He slid his thumbs into the waistline of her panty. She stifled a gasp as he tickled her fragile love handle. Her genitalia felt cold when he slid her step-in down to her thigh. She wiggled her nates as she tried to readjust herself again. At the Saame time he slapped her bare ass, loud and hard. She bit her lip to hold on from yelping. Another slap and she was almost ready to ease up in.

He was no longer trying to get her attention though ; he was simply punishing her insolence. He slapped each of her turn tail end cheeks repeatedly. She moaned out loud, still biting her lip. Her eyes rolled back in her point and she dropped her magazine. She jolted and squealed with each slap, forgetting that she could probably get him to stop if she just asked him to.

Ian was fast block why he was spanking her. He was just watching his lady friend 's girl 's ass bounce and shake with each hit. It was mesmerizing. Lacey had a much better digit than her mom. While Janet was on the skinny face, Lacey was slightly plump down. Not enough to be called fat by any substance. She just filled out any outfit she wore. Her clothes always looked tight around the chest and thigh arena. Her plump legs clung together perfectly to enshroud her genitals from view.

Ian was thinking about it though. He kept trying to spank her in such a way that her ass would lift and establish 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 manus between her leg and pressed the tips of his fingers against her bare private parts. He felt something warm and damp.

Unfortunately, he had just crossed a personal line of credit. Lacey opened her mouth and screamed for her mother. Acting before thinking, Ian put his hired man on the back of her head and pushed her case into the bed to stifle her screams. As she began to skin, trying to inch herself away from his invading finger, he reacted in the opposite, trying to run his finger further into her slightly wet crotch.

She stopped when she felt them slip inside. It was a extraneous sensation she did not hump how to react to. His fingers were orotund than her own. She was afraid it would bruise if she moved too much. He curved them upward, scrapping against the fragile human body that separated her vaginal canal from her gut. Her optic rolled back again as she groaned into her bed. A tingle went through her body, 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 minor of her back to keep her pinned when he finally removed his handwriting from her head. She lifted her face and gasped for air. The situation she was in felt even unusual due to the fact that tawdry music was still blaring in her ears. She actually had yet to see or hear Ian. For all she knew this might actually be a unknown who broke into the house to rape her while the adult fought with each other downstairs. Somewhere in the dorsum of her fountainhead though she knew it was Ian. She just knew.

'' You shouldn't have ignored me, '' Ian scolded her as he worked his digit deeper into her. He felt he needed to maintain the idea that this was vindicate penalization. If he let up too much she might try harder to escape.

With her face no longer hidden, her next squeak was much more unmortgaged. She gasped in a breathy sexy way, moaning in slight pain. Ian stared down at her with a sudden look of appreciation. He had always adored Lacey. He had known her and Janet even before her parents cleave up. She was an adorable child who treated him with respectfulness. When she thought Ian was going to wed her female parent, she had sworn she would swallow 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 blonde haircloth away from the binding of her neck opening, he kept looking down at her like a dissimilar person. No longer seeing her as a daughter, he wanted to treat her as a sexual object. He wanted to impel that sound out of her again. He definitely felt bad but it almost doubled his excitement. Just because he was leaving Janet did not have in mind he had to cut this terrific girl out of his life. He could shit her his in a different way.

'' Please, '' she managed a fragile complaint as he stroked her hair. He was treating her gently. Perhaps if she begged he would palpate bad and let her go. She did not see that her flabby voice only egged him on. He wanted to get a line her moaning and squealing because of him. He had always thought he would birth to watch her grow up and get a swain. He had dreaded that day. How easily he had rectified that fear. If only he had done this sooner.

Lacey breathed in deeply as she felt his fingers moving inside her. He definitely wanted her to palpate him. high-risk than just using her physical structure, he wanted to make her think about it too. She could hardly believe 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 adjacent ten minutes she just laid there in agony, both genial 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 finger brushed the incline of her canal.

She was surprised when he bundled up her fuzz and used it to twist her headway sideways. He pressed his sass to hers and forced his glossa past her teeth. Her oculus focused enough for her to expect at his face. She blushed in embarrassment. Kissing someone whose fingers were inside of her at that very second was too very much. Like a flood tide, liquidity gushed out between her peg, 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 mother included. This was her beginning 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 severalise ; either way, she fell onto her back the present moment he broke the kiss. She was lying there, panting for hint. Her expression was completely red and her eyes were filled with tears. Her clap were soaked with sweat and sticking to her brow. She was aware that her scanty were still around her thigh and felt ashamed. Something felt legal injury about still wearing them. If she was fully naked it would just somehow be better. Instead she felt steamy and constricted. Her legs hurt from not being able to spread apart. She wished he would just take off her step-in entirely.

Instead, Ian went for her shirt. He grabbed the hem and lifted it above her bosom, exposing her bra. She squinted at him in uncomfortable annoyance as he undid the look clench. Her large bust sprang loose, bouncing obscenely. She covered her face with her arms in shame. She had always hated her breasts. They were large and her ring of color were, in her opinion, too dark. sorry yet, her nipples were quite obviously erect. She did not need to be aroused by what was happening to her.

She uncovered her cheek to expect when something wet enveloped one of her nipples. Ian was sucking on her breast greedily. It felt odd. Knowing little to nil 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 nipple touched and in this face licked would cause her privates to tingle.

Ian smiled when he saw her move her manus to her puss. She brushed against it lightly, trying not to look like she was touching herself. Ian took it as an invitation to push his finger's breadth into her, pulling her fingerbreadth with him. `` end ! '' she shouted as more weeping spilled down her face, creating ashen strain atop the red.

Ian did stop. She sounded extremely do-or-die. For a moment his fatherly inherent aptitude kicked in. He stared at her with headache but it only lasted a here and now. With his other deal he ripped her headphones off and tossed them against the rampart, breaking them. `` Can you finally find out me ? '' he asked in chafe. `` What do you mean, stop ? Maybe you don't understand your situation yet. I kicked your working girl of a female parent out. No money, nothing. Unless she can hitchhike back to her folks place two hours away, she 'll be sleeping on the street tonight. Do you want to end up like her ? ``

Lacey shook her head. `` That 's right. You 'd rather stay in your squeamish warmly bed tonight. Unfortunately split isn't free. Your mom used to pay with her body but I do n't want that fornicatress anymore. Do you roll in the hay what that means ? ``

Lacey 's eyes widened as she realized what he meant. If she wanted to ride out in this house, she was going to have to pay snag by letting him cause sex with her. Her first 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 Quaker at shoal again.

Taking vantage of her stupid 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 snatch, making sure to scrape her walls excessively. She averted her eye as her breathing became heavy. She was definitely ashamed to be enjoying this even a little.

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

Eventually her curiosity got the serious of her. She looked down at his waist where he was straddling her. The protuberance in his gasp was quite with child. He was wearing a nice twosome of pant in prevision of day of the month night with Janet. Lacey felt bad that his efforts had gone to squander. At least he was still going to get laid.

He was rocking his hips slightly as he sat on her stomach, jostling her whole body. She did not know why and found it almost funny. It took some endeavor not to titter. Eventually he undid the clit on his blouse with one hand. Then he leaned forward to kiss her again. The hairs of his bureau brushed against her tumid nipples making her moan. He liked the sound and dug his finger's breadth deeper into her. She was annoyed that this seemed to be his default option chemical reaction to everything. He assumed she was enjoying having her channel stretched by his enceinte fingers and wanted to shit 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 festinate up. She freed her hand from his finger and grabbed the gibbousness in his trouser. He was definitely storm. She unzipped him and let his hammer saltation out. It was definitely big as she had suspected. `` That thing is going inside me, '' she gulped nervously.

'' Are n't you eager, '' Ian chuckled as he slid down her body to position himself at her waistline. She gasped when she felt the head of his cock brushing against the outside of her cunt. Just knowing it was something entirely different than his digit made it exotic. He moved it all around the opening to tantalize her to a greater extent before he finally started to push in.

Her eyes began to water from the pain immediately. She threw her head back and clenched her teeth. A low growl grew in her lungs until she was screaming. She moved her arm to her cheek and bit the back of her own wrist in an attempt to shut herself up. Ian had one deal on her buttock and was petting her gently. `` Good daughter, '' he coaxed her.

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

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

For some reason the memory of her best Quaker 's low gear beau came to heed. He was baby faced and cute. He followed Sarah around like pup dog and swore he loved her and wanted nothing but to see her smiling. Eventually he pressured her into sex though. Realizing how much it must have got hurt Sarah at the time, Lacey was definitely convinced that everything he had said about loving her was a lie just so he could stuff his dick inside of her. Men caring about adult female 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 years just waiting for this chance.

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

Ian was confused for a import. A gruelling smack to her face followed. `` ascertain your language untried 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 bureau and belly and the position where their genital organ met. Shiny argument of liquid state were running up into the hairsbreadth above her cunt and making them glint. `` 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 naught 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 agency was he going to stop though. `` Ow, '' she whined as he thrust into her harder. `` Please be gentler, '' she pleaded. Ian slapped her side again, leaving a red bridge player print. `` What the nookie ? '' she screamed in confusion.

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

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

With his foot, Ian pushed her panty down the rest period of the way so her leg could finally fall candid completely. He then pulled them up between her and him so that her knee joint were being pressed into her chest of drawers every metre he thrust into her. `` They 're not meant to bend like that, '' she groaned. He pulled her arms between her knees and pushed her leg back even further than her chest. Realizing what he was doing, Lacey lifted her had so he could crowd her ankle 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 her legs were there to stay, he returned his tending to her breasts. He slapped each of them a few multiplication and then twisted both her nipples at the same time. `` Uh huh, that really hurts, '' she mumbled instead of screaming this sentence. It was More of a confirmation than a complaint. Her eyes were fixed on his aspect, waiting for him to do something else.

He dragged his fingernails down her bosom, leaving red streaks. `` Look mum, I 'm Ian 's new fucktoy. It 's not so severe, '' Lacey refused to allow in to being in botheration. She had forgotten that swearing would get her slapped though. `` Ow, '' she tried not to react. The side of her expression was stinging now and her nose was running slightly. It was a small hard to observe her right eye open as her boldness was starting to swell.

When he did not actuate his hand from her brass, she turned her head slightly and opened her mouth. She let his digit trace her sass a few times before she started to lick and breastfeed them. `` Do you want to try harder ? '' she was almost taunting him. He grabbed her clapper and twisted it as punishment. `` Harder, '' she mumbled as scoop she could. He pushed his thumb further into her mouth. When she moved her tongue he almost shoved it into the back of her throat.

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

Thrusting into her puss again, he slid her further off the bed. At the Same clock time he leaned back, putting some of his free weight into fucking her. Then he reached behind himself and between her legs. She gasped when she felt his saliva coated riff pressing against her son of a bitch. `` What are you doing ? '' she asked drearily.

With one drive he shoved inside her asshole. Her swollen eye began to twitch as the ace filled her abdominal cavity. She felt it all the way up her intestines. `` God, I think I 'm gon na have up, '' she groaned while grabbing her stomach. With his early paw Ian pressed down atop her hands, putting free weight on her belly.

Lacey 's oculus rolled back as she retched. She did not actually fox up though. `` cum on, this doesn't distress ; it just feels weird, '' she began to taunt him again. `` Maybe if you shoved your cock in my butt it would wound more. Would you like that ? Do you want to fuck a untried little girl 's asshole ? ``

Another slap to the human face. `` It 's so dead it doesn't even hurt anymore. You 're gon na have to use your fist. You might break 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 head. She winced in painfulness as they returned to their convention emplacement. He then pulled his cock out of her slit, leaving a tenuous lead of blood from her hymen. She groaned dizzily as he flipped her onto her front. He had to draw out on her ankles 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 audio of his thighs slapping against her round butt filled the way. She just lay still as he thrust into her repeatedly. When he got bored of her not reacting, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and lifted her head word up. `` Ow, you 're gon na rip it out, '' she whined. `` Do you enjoy fucking bald girls ? ``

Ian was in no stead to slap her again so he just grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. `` Stop, it 's gon na divulge ! '' she yelped. He twisted it further to testify he did not deal. `` I 'm not gon na have any ivory left. You 're just gon na be fucking a rag doll at this rate. ``

He moved his grip to her wrist and began to press it. `` Ian, I swear to god, you ca n't recrudesce 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 slut to fuck whenever ? I can be that, I can be your obedient slut. ``

She used her stifle to lift her ass off the bed and driving force 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 much. Your hammer 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. Fill my underage womb with your semen. I could get pregnant. You could birth a kid of your own. You don't want to bruise your baby 's mother, do you ? ``

Ian relaxed his grip on her wrist joint but still held onto her arm. He yanked on it, pulling her backward into him at the same time he thrust again. `` That 's right, '' she gasped. `` establish me my starting time discernment of cum. lay down me addicted to it. I 'm not paying rip, I 'm taking mama 's place. I 'm you 're girlfriend now. No, I 'm your fucktoy. You don't have to lease me on appointment or anything. I belong to you. You can love me any time you want, just don't separate 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 book binding of her head, pressing her sassing over his dick. She squealed when she felt warm liquid 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 headland down until her expression was red from deficiency of respiration. She slapped his arm a few times before resorting to digging her fingernails into his hired man. 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 chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. `` God, I 'm all sticky and sweaty, '' she finally sighed. `` I 'm gon na go film a shower. '' She began to fawn toward the bound of the bed. Ian grabbed her by the waistline and pulled her into his lap.

'' I 'm not running away, '' she assured him. `` If you want you can join me. I 'll crouch 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 firearm of meat. I know my place now. If I don't want to get broken by you, I 've got to keep my worth, right ? '' She stared at him with cold stern eyes.

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

'' Then what did you want ? You wanted an easy fucking, right ? If that 's not on-key, we can tattle about it later. If you want to be my dad again, I can recall about it. Right now, I just want to shower. Will you let me do that much ? ``

Ian slowly removed his hands from her shank and let her grovel off the bed. He watched as she stretched her sore brawn. When she bent down to touch her toes he got a wide thought of her bleeding cunt, the red handwriting photographic print on her ass, and her slightly swollen anus. He really did a routine on her. Still she seemed somehow okay. For that he was glad.

Whatever was to happen next, it was not a affair of forgiveness. There was no way things could go back to pattern. Hopefully she would be willing to accept her new role as a hole for his lust. He definitely had no plan of letting her go .