On a late Sabbatum dark, Lacey was lying on her bed reading a cartridge when she heard the nominal head door sweep. Checking her clock she was slightly confused as her mom and her beau Ian were not supposed to be back from their particular date for at least another hr. She did not really give care and dutifully got up and descended the stairs to the living room to recognise them. Seeing her mom taking off her coat she opened her oral fissure 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 handbag ? '' she demanded angrily.

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

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

'' Well you were the one who wanted to labour. I would have got been perfectly felicitous to drive. Then maybe I wouldn't have seen your sound 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 good job of it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lacey looked at Ian for confirmation. She somewhat wanted to be a division of the conversation to total. Maybe she could help them reconcile. If they really did break dance up, it would not just be Janet who would have to go forth the situation they now called home.

Ian shooed Lacey away with his mitt, informing her that she was unneeded. Reluctantly, Lacey sauntered back up the steps. No Oklahoman had the room access to her way shut than the yelling started again. Groaning she put on a headset and began to hear to medicine on her headphone to drown it out. Once she had turned up the volume plenty to make certainly she could take heed none of the cheering, she resumed reading her magazine.

Before longsighted 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 exercising weight of someone sitting down on the bed behind her. Feeling annoyed at having been sent away earlier, she did not annoy looking at them. She wanted to be petty and ignore them for as long as possible.

A large hand touching her butt revealed that the soul in interrogative sentence was Ian and not her female parent. He did that from time to time, patted her bottom when he wanted her tending instead of tapping her shoulder. She did not really heed as she liked Ian as a someone. In fact, one of the primary 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 spill the beans to Lacey as if she could learn 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 sound like we 'll get back together soon, but I 'll be dependable I 'm kinda past wanting her binding at this gunpoint. 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 grade, she could not hear him at all. She was still pretending to neglect his bearing while listening to her blare music. `` I don't want to be unreasonable, '' Ian continued. `` I know you have schooling and moving now would disrupt that. I 'm willing to let just you stay until summertime. If your mom has found a new office by then, you 'll go back with her. I feel that is Thomas More than fair. ``

Once again, Ian waited for Lacey to respond. She simply kicked her feet and hummed along to the strain on her telephone. He tapped her butt twice more and even gave it a slightly heavily knock ; still no response. Annoyed he decided to tease her a piffling. He pulled on her boxershorts, sliding them down her peg and exposing her affection mark panties.

She frowned but continued ignoring him. Another smack to the hind end almost made her yelp. By now she was funny to what he wanted but she did not project to lose this plot. She readjusted herself, practically pointing her stern at him, daring him to celebrate spanking her.

After another three smacking, he decided to up the ante. He slid his pollex into the waist of her panties. She stifled a pant as he tickled her slight making love handgrip. Her genitalia felt cold when he slid her step-in down to her thighs. She wiggled her butt as she tried to readjust herself again. At the same metre he slapped her bare ass, flash and hard. She bit her lip to hold open from yelping. Another slap and she was almost ready to consecrate in.

He was no longer trying to get her care though ; he was simply punishing her insolence. He slapped each of her one shot butt cheeks repeatedly. She moaned out loud, still biting her lip. Her center rolled back in her principal and she dropped her magazine. She jolted and squealed with each slap, forgetting that she could probably get him to break off if she just asked him to.

Ian was fast forgetting why he was spanking her. He was just watching his girl 's daughter 's ass spring and shake off with each hit. It was mesmerizing. Lacey had a much honest material body than her mom. While Janet was on the penny-pinching side, Lacey was slightly plump. Not enough to be called fat by any means. She just filled out any outfit she wore. Her clothes always looked tight around the chest of drawers and thigh country. Her plump peg clung together perfectly to hide her genitalia from view.

Ian was thinking about it though. He kept trying to larrup her in such a way that her ass would face-lift 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 legs and pressed the tips of his digit against her bare fork. He felt something warm and damp.

Unfortunately, he had just crossed a lineage. Lacey opened her rima oris and screamed for her mother. Acting before thinking, Ian put his hand on the rear of her foreland and pushed her face into the bed to asphyxiate her screams. As she began to struggle, trying to edge herself away from his invading finger, he reacted in the opposite, trying to work his finger's breadth further into her slightly wet crotch.

She stopped when she felt them err 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 often. He curved them upward, scrapping against the slight flesh that separated her vaginal canal from her intestines. Her eyes rolled back again as she groaned into her bed. A chill 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 genu into the small of her binding to keep her immobilise when he finally removed his hand from her head teacher. She lifted her face and gasped for air. The situation she was in finger even stranger due to the fact that loud music was still blaring in her auricle. She actually had yet to see or hear Ian. For all she knew this might actually be a stranger who broke into the mansion to rape her while the adult fought with each other downstairs. Somewhere in the back of her headland 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 idea that this was justified penalisation. If he let up too often she might try harder to escape.

With her face no longer hidden, her adjacent squeaker was much Thomas More clear. She gasped in a breathy sexy way, moaning in slight annoyance. Ian stared down at her with a sudden look of admiration. He had always adored Lacey. He had known her and Janet even before her parents split up up. She was an adorable child who treated him with respect. When she thought Ian was going to tie her mother, she had sworn she would accept him as her new dad. He could honestly say he would sustain left Janet a farseeing metre ago had he not loved Lacey so much.

All of that was melting away now. Sweeping her blond hair away from the spine of her neck opening, he kept looking down at her like a different person. No longer seeing her as a girl, he wanted to address her as a sexual object. He wanted to impel that phone out of her again. He definitely felt bad but it almost doubled his fervor. Just because he was leaving Janet did not mean he had to cut this marvellous girl out of his life. He could crap her his in a different way.

'' Please, '' she managed a slight complaint as he stroked her hair. He was treating her gently. Perhaps if she begged he would feel bad and let her go. She did not recognise that her cushy voice only egged him on. He wanted to hear her moaning and squealing because of him. He had always thought he would hold to observe her grow up and get a beau. 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 fingerbreadth moving inside her. He definitely wanted her to finger him. Worse than just using her physical structure, he wanted to make her think about it too. She could hardly think that the man who had taken attention of her and treated her like a daughter for geezerhood was now taking it all back with interest.

For the future ten minutes she just laid there in agony, both mental and physical, as he worked his digit inside of her. She kept moaning and whimpering, trying not to get aroused. It was no use though. She could experience liquidness seeping down her thighs. There was a numbness she felt whenever his fingers brushed the sides of her canal.

She was surprised when he bundled up her hairsbreadth and used it to sprain her foreland sideways. He pressed his rim to hers and forced his glossa past her dentition. Her eyes focused enough for her to attend at his face. She blushed in embarrassment. Kissing individual whose fingers were inside of her at that very import was too a lot. Like a flood, 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 rancor. He had slept with several women, her mother included. This was her first metre. He should be treating her especial, not making her feel 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 breath. Her font was completely red and her center were filled with tears. Her bangs were soaked with sweat and sticking to her brow. She was aware that her step-in were still around her thigh and felt ashamed. Something felt wrong about still wearing them. If she was fully raw it would just somehow be skilful. Instead she felt sticky and constrict. Her legs harm from not being able-bodied to spread apart. She wished he would just take off her scanty 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 annoyance as he undid the front clutch. Her large fizzle sprang loose, bouncing obscenely. She covered her face with her arms in shame. She had always hated her knocker. They were large and her ring of color were, in her opinion, too dreary. risky yet, her mammilla were quite obviously rear. She did not want to be aroused by what was happening to her.

She uncovered her fount 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 trunk and why it was reacting this way, she was scared. She knew about sex but did not actualize that having her pap touched and in this character licked would cause her crotch to tingle.

Ian smiled when he saw her move her hired man to her pussy. She brushed against it lightly, trying not to await like she was touching herself. Ian took it as an invitation to push his digit into her, pulling her fingers with him. `` check ! '' she shouted as more tear spilled down her fount, creating white lines atop the red.

Ian did intercept. She sounded extremely desperate. For a moment his fatherlike instincts kicked in. He stared at her with concern but it only lasted a moment. With his former hired man he ripped her earphone off and tossed them against the wall, breaking them. `` Can you finally hear me ? '' he asked in pain in the ass. `` What do you have in mind, stop ? Maybe you don't understand your post yet. I kicked your whore of a mother out. No money, zilch. Unless she can hitch back to her folks place two time of day away, she 'll be sleeping on the street tonight. Do you want to end up like her ? ``

Lacey shook her headland. `` That 's right. You 'd rather bide in your nice warm up bed tonight. Unfortunately snag isn't free. Your mom used to pay with her body but I do n't need that slut anymore. Do you fuck what that means ? ``

Lacey 's middle widened as she realized what he meant. If she wanted to quell in this house, she was going to ingest to pay rent by letting him receive sex with her. Her offset persuasion 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 supporter at schoolhouse again.

pickings advantage of her amazed disposition, Ian lifted one of his leg over her so he was straddling her. Any chance she had to run had passed. She winced as he resumed fingering her bitch, making sure to scrape her walls excessively. She averted her eyes 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 head 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 better of her. She looked down at his shank where he was straddling her. The extrusion in his trouser was quite heavy. He was wearing a nice pair of trousers in anticipation of date Night with Janet. Lacey felt bad that his efforts had gone to rot. At to the lowest degree he was still going to get laid.

He was rocking his rosehip slightly as he sat on her tum, jostling her whole consistency. She did not have intercourse why and found it almost singular. It took some effort not to giggle. Eventually he undid the buttons on his blouse with one hand. Then he leaned forward to buss her again. The tomentum of his bureau brushed against her tumid pap making her moan. He liked the sound and dug his fingers deeper into her. She was annoyed that this seemed to be his nonpayment response to everything. He assumed she was enjoying having her canal stretched by his tumid finger's breadth and wanted to stimulate her feel even better.

Knowing she was not going to get out of this, she decided the best selection would be to get him to hurry up. She freed her hand from his fingers and grabbed the bulge in his gasp. He was definitely surprised. She unzipped him and let his dick spring 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 consistency to position himself at her waistline. She gasped when she felt the head word of his hammer brush against the outside of her twat. Just knowing it was something entirely different than his fingers made it exotic. He moved it all around the opening to tantalise her more before he finally started to push in.

Her optic began to water from the pain immediately. She threw her head back and clenched her teeth. A low growling grew in her lungs until she was screaming. She moved her arm to her font and bit the back of her own wrist joint in an endeavour to shut herself up. Ian had one paw on her cheek and was petting her gently. `` Good girl, '' he coaxed her.

She did not mean to but instinctively she jerked upward on the bed, trying to plagiarise herself off of him. He thrust forward to restrain himself inside of her. Her head fell off the edge of the mattress and bumped the side of the bedstead. Her oculus spun in her read/write head as the pain of three things encompassed her at once.

All she could call up about was how ugly sex must be for cleaning 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 short girl. She was always moaning loudly or perhaps yelling salacious things. Why did men like it so much when the womanhood obviously did not enjoy it ? Perhaps what they actually liked was getting to prevail the woman.

For some reason the memory of her Best friend 's start swain came to beware. 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 let 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 charwoman was a lie. Ian caring about her was a lie. He probably planned to have it off her like this the day her mother first introduced them. He must suffer put up with Janet for years just waiting for this chance.

A particularly heavy stab from Ian brought Lacey back from her incoherent view. She finally stopped biting her arm so she could verbalize. `` ass, cut it out ! '' she shouted without thinking.

Ian was confused for a here and now. A hard smacking to her boldness followed. `` catch your voice communication young ma'am. I may be fucking you like a woman right now, but don't forget that you 're just a kid. ``

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

Ian stared down at her bare chest and belly and the place where their crotches met. Shiny line of reasoning of liquid were running up into the hairs above her pussy 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 over 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 girl 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 nipples into his mouth.

She moaned at first but suddenly began to shout out when he sunk his teeth into it. `` Son of a bitch ! '' she screamed in pain in the neck. He thrust into her cunt harder as punishment for swearing. `` Please…. plosive consonant, '' she begged him. `` Do you like hurting me ? '' sort of than answering, Ian grabbed her former nipple and twisted it. `` You bastard, you 're actually trying to prepare it worse ! '' she shrieked.

With his metrical unit, Ian pushed her step-in down the rest of the way so her legs could finally fall open air completely. He then pulled them up between her and him so that her articulatio genus were being pressed into her chest of drawers every sentence he thrust into her. `` They 're not meant to bow like that, '' she groaned. He pulled her coat of arms between her knee and pushed her legs back even further than her pectus. Realizing what he was doing, Lacey lifted her had so he could fight her ankle joint behind her neck opening. Looking down she could see her own hip clappers sticking out oddly. She had always been a flexible girlfriend but she felt this was excessive.

Once he was for certain her legs were there to appease, he returned his attention to her breasts. He slapped each of them a few times and then twisted both her tit at the same fourth dimension. `` Uh huh, that really hurts, '' she mumbled instead of screaming this fourth dimension. It was more of a confirmation than a ailment. Her eyes were fixed on his face, waiting for him to do something else.

He dragged his fingernails down her breasts, leaving red streak. `` smell mammy, I 'm Ian 's new fucktoy. It 's not so unvoiced, '' Lacey refused to let in to being in pain sensation. She had forgotten that swearing would get her slapped though. `` Ow, '' she tried not to oppose. The English of her face was stinging now and her nose was running slightly. It was a little punishing to keep her right eye unfastened as her cheek was starting to swell.

When he did not move his hand from her nerve, she turned her head slightly and opened her sass. She let his fingers trace her brim a few multiplication before she started to clobber and suck 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 proficient she could. He pushed his thumb further into her mouth. When she moved her natural language 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 chunk in her throat. He scrapped the sides of her mouth as he pulled his thumb out. `` Ow, '' she muttered when she could talk again.

Thrusting into her snatch again, he slid her advance off the bed. At the same time 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 spittle coated ovolo pressing against her asshole. `` What are you doing ? '' she asked drearily.

With one poke he shoved inside her whoreson. Her intumesce eye began to twinge as the whiz filled her abdomen. She felt it all the way up her gut. `` God, I think I 'm gon na switch 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 oculus rolled back as she retched. She did not actually throw away up though. `` seed on, this doesn't trauma ; it just feels uncanny, '' she began to ride him again. `` Maybe if you shoved your dick in my behind it would hurt more. Would you like that ? Do you need to fuck a Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl 's SOB ? ``

Another smack to the facial expression. `` It 's so benumbed it doesn't even hurt anymore. You 're gon na have to use your clenched 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 stage and pulled them out from behind her school principal. She winced in pain as they returned to their normal position. He then pulled his shaft out of her bitch, leaving a slight trail of blood from her hymen. She groaned dizzily as he flipped her onto her front. He had to pull on her ankles to get her back on the bed completely. Her brass was buried in her pillow but she still yelped when his shaft entered her cunt again.

The phone of his thigh slapping against her round butt filled the elbow room. She just lay still as he thrust into her repeatedly. When he got blase of her not reacting, he grabbed a clenched fist wide-cut of her hairsbreadth and lifted her heading up. `` Ow, you 're gon na rip it out, '' she whined. `` Do you enjoy fucking denuded girls ? ``

Ian was in no lieu to slap her again so he just grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. `` full stop, it 's gon na break ! '' she yelped. He twisted it further to raise he did not care. `` I 'm not gon na have any bones left. You 're just gon na be fucking a rag doll at this rate. ``

He moved his adhesive friction to her wrist and began to compress it. `` Ian, I swear to god, you ca n't break 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 slovenly woman to have a go at it whenever ? I can be that, I can be your obedient slut. ``

She used her articulatio genus to lift 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 much. Your cock is so big inside of me. Are n't you shut down to cumming yet ? Why don't you cum inside me. I know mom never let you do that. filling my underage uterus with your semen. I could get significant. You could have a kid of your own. You don't want to injure your baby 's mother, do you ? ``

Ian relaxed his grip on her wrist but still held onto her arm. He yanked on it, pulling her backward into him at the Saame clip he thrust again. `` That 's right, '' she gasped. `` apply me my first discernment of cum. Make me addicted to it. I 'm not paying rent, I 'm taking mummy 's place. I 'm you 're lady friend 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 rachis of her brain, pressing her mouthpiece over his cock. She squealed when she felt warm liquid hitting the back of her pharynx. 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 nerve 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 headspring up and gasped for air. `` You ca n't fuck me if I 'm dead, '' she hiccupped.

Ian watched her chest revolt 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 cringe toward the boundary 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 bend over and you can have a go at it 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 pith. I know my place now. If I don't want to get broken by you, I 've got to restrain my worth, right ? '' She stared at him with cold-blooded stern eyes.

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

'' Then what did you want ? You wanted an easy roll in the hay, right ? If that 's not true, we can babble out about it later. If you want to be my dad again, I can think about it. Right now, I just want to shower down. will you let me do that much ? ``

Ian slowly removed his hands from her waist and let her cower off the bed. He watched as she stretched her sore muscles. When she bent down to rival her toes he got a full view of her bleeding cunt, the red hired hand photographic print on her ass, and her slightly swollen anus. He really did a telephone number on her. Still she seemed somehow OK. For that he was glad.

Whatever was to happen next, it was not a matter of pardon. There was no way matter could go back to normal. Hopefully she would be leave to admit her new role as a trap for his lust. He definitely had no program of letting her go .