On a late Saturday Nox, Lacey was lying on her bed reading a mag when she heard the presence door slam. Checking her clock she was slightly confused as her mom and her boyfriend Ian were not supposed to be back from their particular date for at least another hour. She did not really wish 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 mouth to recognise 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 credit circuit card, '' Ian shouted back.

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

'' Well you were the one who wanted to drive. I would stimulate been perfectly felicitous to drive. Then maybe I wouldn't have seen your phone when your other boyfriend texted. ``

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

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

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

'' The fact that you and your girl are living in my house rent costless would suggest as such, '' Ian retorted. He had just entered the living elbow room 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 equal footing. ``

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

Janet looked white with anger. `` steady, you don't want to get wind all this. Just go back upstairs for now, '' she instructed Lacey.

Lacey looked at Ian for verification. She somewhat wanted to be a voice of the conversation to do. Maybe she could help them reconcile. If they really did break up, it would not just be Janet who would have to result the place they now called home.

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

Before farsighted she forgot everything else and was engrossed in her recitation. She did not even notice when the door to her room opened. She did however feel the weight of individual sitting down on the bed behind her. Feeling annoyed at having been sent away earlier, she did not gravel looking at them. She wanted to be piffling and cut them for as long as possible.

A large hand touching her butt revealed that the person in question was Ian and not her female parent. He did that from clip to time, patted her can when he wanted her tending instead of tapping her shoulder. She did not really take care as she liked Ian as a somebody. In fact, one of the principal grounds he and her mother got together was because he got along so well with Lacey.

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

Ian paused and waited for Lacey to say anything. Of course, she could not hear him at all. She was still pretending to ignore his presence while listening to her cacophony 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 spot by then, you 'll go back with her. I feel that is Thomas More than carnival. ``

Once again, Ian waited for Lacey to reply. She simply kicked her foot and hummed along to the Sung on her phone. He tapped her butt twice more and even gave it a slightly severely whack ; still no reaction. Annoyed he decided to tease her a piddling. He pulled on her shorts, sliding them down her legs and exposing her heart print panties.

She frowned but continued ignoring him. Another slap to the keister almost made her yelp. By now she was curious to what he wanted but she did not plan to miss this game. She readjusted herself, practically pointing her seat at him, daring him to hold spanking her.

After another three smacking, he decided to up the ante. He slid his thumbs into the shank of her panties. She stifled a gasp as he tickled her fragile love handles. Her crotch felt cold when he slid her step-in down to her thighs. She wiggled her stern as she tried to reset herself again. At the same meter he slapped her bare ass, flashy and laborious. She bit her lip to observe from yelping. Another slap and she was almost ready to fall in in.

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

Ian was fast blank out why he was spanking her. He was just watching his girlfriend 's daughter 's ass bounce and escape from with each hit. It was mesmerizing. Lacey had a much expert frame than her mom. While Janet was on the boney side of meat, Lacey was slightly plump. Not enough to be called fat by any means. She just filled out any outfit she wore. Her dress always looked pissed around the bureau and thigh orbit. Her plump legs clung together perfectly to hide her crotch from view.

Ian was thinking about it though. He kept trying to paddle her in such a way that her ass would pinch and demonstrate him her individual 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 peg and pressed the tips of his finger's breadth against her bare genitalia. He felt something warm and damp.

Unfortunately, he had just crossed a line. Lacey opened her sass and screamed for her mother. Acting before thinking, Ian put his manus on the dorsum of her capitulum and pushed her human face into the bed to repress her screams. As she began to struggle, trying to inch herself away from his invading finger's breadth, he reacted in the opposite, trying to work his finger's breadth further into her slightly wet crotch.

She stopped when she felt them slew inside. It was a extraneous mavin she did not know how to respond to. His fingers were gravid than her own. She was afraid it would pain if she moved too much. He curved them upward, scrapping against the thin flesh that separated her vaginal epithelial duct from her intestines. Her eyes rolled back again as she groaned into her bed. A shudder went through her soundbox, making her facial expression like a Fish flopping atop the bed.

By then, Ian was committed. He crawled upward on the bed and pressed his knee into the small of her cover to keep her pinned when he finally removed his hand from her head. She lifted her font and gasped for air. The situation she was in find even stranger due to the fact that loud music was still blaring in her spike. She actually had yet to see or find out Ian. For all she knew this might actually be a unknown who broke into the house to plunder her while the adults fought with each other downstairs. Somewhere in the backrest 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 deeper into her. He felt he needed to keep the idea that this was apologise punishment. If he let up too often she might try laborious to escape.

With her face no longer hidden, her next narrow escape was much more clear. She gasped in a breathy sexy way, moaning in slight pain. Ian stared down at her with a sudden face of esteem. He had always adored Lacey. He had known her and Janet even before her parents split up. She was an endearing child who treated him with obedience. 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 have left Janet a hanker time ago had he not loved Lacey so much.

All of that was melting away now. Sweeping her blonde hair's-breadth away from the cover 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 drive that sound out of her again. He definitely felt bad but it almost doubled his hullabaloo. Just because he was leaving Janet did not mean he had to cut this howling daughter out of his life. He could score her his in a dissimilar way.

'' Please, '' she managed a flimsy complaint as he stroked her hairsbreadth. He was treating her gently. Perhaps if she begged he would find bad and let her go. She did not substantiate 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 hold to watch her grow up and get a boyfriend. He had dreaded that day. How easily he had rectified that veneration. 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. Worse than just using her soundbox, he wanted to make believe her think about it too. She could hardly trust that the man who had taken care of her and treated her like a daughter for eld was now taking it all back with interest.

For the next ten second she just laid there in excruciation, 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 second joint. There was a numbness she felt whenever his fingers brushed the sides of her canal.

She was surprised when he bundled up her whisker and used it to wrench her capitulum sideways. He pressed his back talk to hers and forced his tongue past her teeth. Her eyes focused enough for her to reckon at his grimace. She blushed in overplus. Kissing someone whose fingerbreadth were inside of her at that very moment was too very much. Like a flood, liquid state gushed out between her legs, 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 fair sex, her mother included. This was her first clock time. He should be treating her special, not making her look 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 bit he broke the kiss. She was lying there, panting for breathing place. Her face was completely red and her center were filled with tears. Her belt were soaked with perspiration and sticking to her forehead. She was mindful that her panties were still around her thighs and felt ashamed. Something felt wrong about still wearing them. If she was fully naked it would just somehow be intimately. Instead she felt viscous and press. 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 breasts, exposing her bra. She squinted at him in uncomfortable annoyance as he undid the front hold. Her gravid bust sprang loose, bouncing obscenely. She covered her face with her arms in disgrace. She had always hated her breasts. They were bombastic and her areolas were, in her impression, too night. Worse yet, her teat were quite obviously erect. She did not want to be aroused by what was happening to her.

She uncovered her face to look when something wet enveloped one of her nipples. Ian was sucking on her breast greedily. It felt odd. Knowing little to nothing 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 nipples touched and in this case licked would cause her fork to tingle.

Ian smiled when he saw her move her helping hand to her twat. She brushed against it lightly, trying not to attend like she was touching herself. Ian took it as an invitation to agitate his fingers into her, pulling her fingers with him. `` Stop ! '' she shouted as more tears spilled down her fount, creating white lines atop the red.

Ian did stop. She sounded extremely desperate. For a moment his fatherly instincts kicked in. He stared at her with concern but it only lasted a moment. With his other hand he ripped her headphones off and tossed them against the wall, breaking them. `` Can you finally hear me ? '' he asked in annoyance. `` What do you mean, quit ? Maybe you don't understand your situation yet. I kicked your whore of a mother out. No money, cypher. Unless she can hitchhike back to her phratry place two hours away, she 'll be sleeping on the street tonight. Do you require to end up like her ? ``

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

Lacey 's center widened as she realized what he meant. If she wanted to ride out in this firm, she was going to have to pay economic rent by letting him have sex with her. Her initiatory mentation 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 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 twat, making certainly to scrape her walls excessively. She averted her heart as her ventilation became heavy. She was definitely ashamed to be enjoying this even a little.

She could barely concentrate 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 rarity got the expert of her. She looked down at his waistline where he was straddling her. The bulge in his pants was quite large. He was wearing a skillful brace of trouser in expectation of date nighttime with Janet. Lacey felt bad that his efforts had gone to waste. At least he was still going to get laid.

He was rocking his hip joint slightly as he sat on her stomach, jostling her solid torso. She did not get it on why and found it almost mirthful. 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 hairs of his thorax brushed against her erect mamilla making her moan. He liked the sound and dug his fingers deeper into her. She was annoyed that this seemed to be his default reaction to everything. He assumed she was enjoying having her canal stretched by his with child fingerbreadth and wanted to make her feel even better.

Knowing she was not going to get out of this, she decided the full selection would be to get him to look sharp up. She freed her hand from his fingerbreadth and grabbed the excrescence in his pants. He was definitely surprise. She unzipped him and let his stopcock spring out. It was definitely big as she had suspected. `` That affair is going inside me, '' she gulped nervously.

'' Are n't you tidal bore, '' Ian chuckled as he slid down her body to attitude himself at her waist. She gasped when she felt the head of his cock encounter against the outside of her bitch. Just knowing it was something entirely different than his fingers made it exotic. He moved it all around the opening to tantalize her More before he finally started to push in.

Her eyes began to piss from the hurting immediately. She threw her head 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 spine of her own radiocarpal joint in an attempt to shut herself up. Ian had one hand on her impudence 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 hook herself off of him. He thrust forward to maintain himself inside of her. Her head word fell off the sharpness of the mattress and bumped the face of the bedstead. Her eyes spun in her head word as the painfulness of three things encompassed her at once.

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

For some reason the retentivity of her undecomposed friend 's first swain came to bear in mind. He was baby faced and cute. He followed Sarah around like puppy dog and swore he loved her and wanted null but to see her smiling. Eventually he pressured her into sex though. Realizing how much it must have hurt Sarah at the fourth dimension, Lacey was definitely positive that everything he had said about loving her was a lie just so he could shove his peter inside of her. Men caring about woman was a lie. Ian caring about her was a lie. He probably planned to fuck her like this the day her mother first introduced them. He must have put up with Janet for years just waiting for this chance.

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

Ian was confused for a mo. A toilsome slap to her expression followed. `` Watch your linguistic communication Danton True Young noblewoman. I may be fucking you like a char right now, but don't forget that you 're just a kid. ``

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

Ian stared down at her bare chest and belly and the piazza where their crotches met. Shiny lines of liquid were running up into the tomentum 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 inconceivable. By no means was he going to block though. `` Ow, '' she whined as he thrust into her harder. `` Please be gentler, '' she pleaded. Ian slapped her face again, leaving a red handwriting photographic print. `` What the nookie ? '' she screamed in confusion.

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

She moaned at first-class honours degree but suddenly began to yell when he sunk his tooth into it. `` Son of a bitch ! '' she screamed in pain. He thrust into her bitch harder as penalization 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 make it regretful ! '' she shrieked.

With his foot, Ian pushed her panties down the relief of the way so her stage could finally fall down open completely. He then pulled them up between her and him so that her knees were being pressed into her chest of drawers every meter he thrust into her. `` They 're not meant to deflect like that, '' she groaned. He pulled her arms between her knees and pushed her pegleg back even further than her bureau. Realizing what he was doing, Lacey lifted her had so he could campaign her ankles behind her neck. Looking down she could see her own hip os sticking out oddly. She had always been a whippy young woman but she felt this was excessive.

Once he was sure her stage were there to continue, he returned his aid to her breasts. He slapped each of them a few times and then twisted both her pap at the Same prison term. `` Uh huh, that really hurts, '' she mumbled instead of screaming this metre. It was more than of a check than a ill. Her eyes were fixed on his fount, waiting for him to do something else.

He dragged his fingernails down her breasts, leaving red stripe. `` Look Mommy, I 'm Ian 's new fucktoy. It 's not so hard, '' Lacey refused to admit to being in annoyance. She had forgotten that swearing would get her slapped though. `` Ow, '' she tried not to react. The side of her brass was stinging now and her nose was running slightly. It was a footling hard to hold on her right on eye outdoors as her cheek was starting to swell.

When he did not move his hand from her face, she turned her straits slightly and opened her mouth. She let his fingers trace her lips a few times before she started to lick and fellate them. `` Do you want to try harder ? '' she was almost taunting him. He grabbed her glossa and twisted it as penalization. `` Harder, '' she mumbled as good she could. He pushed his thumb further into her mouth. When she moved her tongue he almost shoved it into the backbone of her throat.

She began to cough and get down. The wall of her throat massaged his pollex. She felt like she had a clump in her throat. He scrapped the face of her mouth as he pulled his ovolo out. `` Ow, '' she muttered when she could speak again.

Thrusting into her cunt again, he slid her further 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 leg. She gasped when she felt his saliva coated thumb pressure against her asshole. `` What are you doing ? '' she asked drearily.

With one thrust he shoved inside her asshole. Her conceited eye began to twitch as the star 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 breadbasket. With his early hand Ian pressed down atop her hands, putting weight on her belly.

Lacey 's eyes rolled back as she retched. She did not actually throw up though. `` seed on, this doesn't hurt ; it just feels Weird, '' she began to razz him again. `` Maybe if you shoved your dick in my butt it would suffer more. Would you like that ? Do you need to fuck a new girl 's asshole ? ``

Another slap to the nerve. `` It 's so numb 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 often, you… ''

'' Shut up, '' Ian cut her off. Without warning he grabbed her legs and pulled them out from behind her point. She winced in botheration as they returned to their formula position. He then pulled his cock out of her cunt, leaving a slender lead of pedigree from her hymen. She groaned dizzily as he flipped her onto her social movement. He had to take out on her ankle to get her back on the bed completely. Her fount was buried in her pillow but she still yelped when his dick entered her twat again.

The sound of his thighs slapping against her stave prat filled the room. She just lay still as he thrust into her repeatedly. When he got bored of her not reacting, he grabbed a fist full phase of the moon of her hair and lifted her head up. `` Ow, you 're gon na rip it out, '' she whined. `` Do you savor fucking bald fille ? ``

Ian was in no position to slap her again so he just grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. `` plosive, it 's gon na split up ! '' she yelped. He twisted it further to test he did not care. `` I 'm not gon na have any ivory left. You 're just gon na be fucking a rag doll at this pace. ``

He moved his handgrip to her wrist and began to compact 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 go bad me there 's no going back. Is this what you wanted ? Was this always your program 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 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 cock is so big inside of me. Are n't you fill up to cumming yet ? Why don't you cum inside me. I know mom never let you do that. fill my underage uterus with your semen. I could get pregnant. You could have a kid of your own. You don't want to wound your baby 's mother, do you ? ``

Ian relaxed his bobby pin on her wrist but still held onto her arm. He yanked on it, pulling her backward into him at the same time he thrust again. `` That 's decent, '' she gasped. `` dedicate me my commencement taste of cum. Make me addicted to it. I 'm not paying economic rent, I 'm taking Mommy 's topographic point. I 'm you 're lady friend now. No, I 'm your fucktoy. You don't have to take me on day of the month or anything. I belong to you. You can fuck me any prison term you want, just don't pause me. ``

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

Despite this, he held her head word down until her face was red from want of breathing. She slapped his arm a few prison term before resorting to digging her fingernails into his deal. He finally released her. She pulled her fountainhead up and gasped for air. `` You ca n't bonk me if I 'm bushed, '' she hiccupped.

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

'' I 'm not running away, '' she assured him. `` If you want you can get together me. I 'll bend 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 piece of meat. I know my place now. If I don't want to get broken by you, I 've got to keep on 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 leisurely fuck, right ? If that 's not true, we can let the cat out of the bag 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 waist and let her crawl off the bed. He watched as she stretched her sore musculus. When she bent down to adjoin her toes he got a full view of her haemorrhage cunt, the red helping hand photographic print on her ass, and her slightly well up anus. He really did a number on her. Still she seemed somehow okay. For that he was glad.

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