Just one more year of this Hell.

I sat staring at my hazy reflection in the bathroom, smoke billowing out of my lungs.

Cheap fag. Easy to come by here. My mother was a Ernst Boris Chain smoker and would n't exploit but she had muckle of men who came in and out of the house and she gave them snatch and they bought her cigarette in return. Which I stole. Fucking whore. Who sells pussy for cigaret and booze ?

Rhetorical doubtfulness. My female parent of course. She never cared about me or my buddy but we could n't give without her putting our pictures on milk cartons because person had to run her raw infant who never stopped crying and shitting and wanting attention. One more twelvemonth and the bitch was on her own.

I got up and left the lavatory, the only post with any privacy. I was going out. Fuck her and her men and the kid who would probably never know her founding father. perdition, my mother probably did n't eff her father.

You would think I would be more openhearted to the situation being a girl growing up without a dad but getting hit on by men all my life. fed up nooky.

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

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

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

That was a lie. Well, the studying part was a lie. I 'm surely I had a test but I had better affair to do than study. Actually I WAS going to study. I was going to stare at my best friend 's step-dad. God he was hot. He had dark tomentum and eyes and judging by the buldge in his pant, he had a big dick to go along with those good looks.

'' Amanda ! Do n't you presume leave this sign of the zodiac .... '' That was the last affair 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 houses here than walking on the street.

Shit. Forgot my butt.

A few minute later I was knocking on Becky 's threshold I could feel my pussy get hot. I knew she would n't be home for a spell longer because she had band recitation. Geek. She was nice though and hurt. Had to exit senior year somehow so why not have a ache best Quaker with a hot step-dad who I was planning to fuck ?

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

hayrick answered the threshold. He looked distracted.

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

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

'' uhh ... sure ... yeah.. come in. condone the muss. ``

His wife never cleaned house. I would scavenge house. inquire if she sucks his dick. crick 's peter. God that made me wet thinking about it.

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

'' She went to church. ``

Sweet.

So kink how about you and me go piece of tail in your bed while your wife is gone and before Becky gets home ? That 's what I said in my head. Instead I sat down and watched him clean his shotgun. His hired man 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 break open pilus when I could reach my move.

'' motivation help with that ? ``

'' Nah.. I got it. ``

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

He nervously laughed.

'' What 's amusing ? ``

'' goose egg ... I.. I do n't have a go at it. ``

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 handwriting right on his genitals and firmly palpate the buldge I was always looking at. He hardened in my hand. He tried backing up but I put my finger to his rim and trailed it down his chin and throat and chest, playing with his thorax hair that was visible from the married woman beater he was wearing.

I put my digit in my rima oris, toying with it, letting my backtalk slide up and down my finger, swirling my tongue around my fingertip and then placing my fingerbreadth back to his lip, letting him find the wetness.

I had another wet spot he needed to feel.

'' You know, Rick, I never had a daddy. I never had no daddy to have it away me or spank me. ``

That caught him off guard duty. I knew he spanked Becky a few clip when she was late follow home on the weekends. She got pissed about it but I was turned on by it and I asked her too many doubtfulness about it and made her uncomfortable. She said he used his belt 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 step daddy that cared enough about me to celebrate me in line. All I had was those fucking men my female parent brought home that was usually drunk and wanted to cop a tactile property or brush up against me. Sickened me. This was dissimilar. This was a rattling man. Not some drunk that paid for sex with cheap cigarette and booze.

'' You never had a spanking ? ``

'' Nope. ``

I took Rick 's hand and placed it on my second joint and prodded him towards my sweet spotlight. He seemed nervous but I just acted like this was normal. He hesitated but did n't stop over. I sat on the coffee table in front end of him and spread undecided my legs to invite him to extend to me.

He did.

Oh god. The way his hands felt. My pussy was throbbing and soaking wet. I 'm sure my jean were damp with my juices that were flowing. I felt airless to cumming just from the thought of him entering me with his mere finger. I felt him tug at my smash.

holy place dickhead this was going to happen.

I leaned my read/write head backwards. I did n't want to clear eye liaison. Afraid that would demote his self-assurance or form him feel shamed. Just ask me like you own me, I thought.

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

My belt was off and he was unbuttoning my pants and unzipping them. I raised up to let him slue 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 thighs. He worked his finger into the English of my scanty and felt my purulent lips I had just shaven.

'' God, you 're wet. ''

Damn right I was wet. I was a river. He had broken the dam and I was ready to take him in.

I just breathed in and pushed his fingers further inside. He found my clit and started flicking it. He knew what he was doing. He had both hired man now. Pulling my pantie down. I dared to count at him and he was staring at my slit. He opened my lips widely and stared. I leaned back to give him easier access. With one hand I took off a shoe and then the other. He slid my knickers down and I brought my knee up to help side them off. My panties came off next and his mouth found my wet cunt. Those beautiful lips of his were on my wet lips and he was sucking my clit and swirling his tongue around it and then sucking on it again. His backtalk was glistening with my twat succus. His fingerbreadth entered me. One, then two.

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

And fix. I wanted his dick in me.

I stood up and turned around with my ass in his face ; my manpower flat on the coffee bean board before me. He took one bridge player and ran it down my rachis and parted my ass cheeks and he put his knife in between my ass cheeks ! I had never had anyone touch me like this. I was gasping. My kitty-cat was wet and my mouth was dry. I could n't immerse. The noises that escaped my throat sounded hoarse and my voice was cracking.

'' Spank me. ``

'' Have you been bad ? ``

I 'm being bad now, I thought.

'' Yeah. I need a pappa to love me and paddle me. spank me like you spank Becky.

Shit. Maybe that was n't a good idea to bring up his step daughter. What if this brought him back to the realism of what he was doing ? Shit. tinker's dam. Shit. red cent. Shit.

He had stopped. Stupid, so poor fish, I never know when to close my mouth.

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

Hell yes.

He picked up his belt off the level and he placed my hands on his bed, slightly bending me forward in the cognitive process. I felt the leather microscope slide over my ass. Just being touched with the leather was making my heart pound. I was a little scared but a lot turned on. I felt his fingerbreadth splitting my sass, entering me. I could hear how wet I was. He sloshed my juice around with his two finger until I was shivering. He reached up and refer my tits, leaving a track of my juices. The fan in the corner of the room was hitting my pelt and the wet spots were feeling a cool down virtuoso but I was nothing but pure heat.

The leather was tapped against my ass again.

'' cook ? ``

I could only groan.

The starting time relish of the smash against my bare ass was loud and it shocked me. I never felt this before. It hurt but it felt good at the same time. Again. That metre the stinging increased and I could feel my pussy becoming a pool.

Again his belt made inter-group communication with my ass, wrapping around me. Suddenly I felt a smack on my kitty-cat sass. He was spanking my little pussy with his hands. Those big man hands. My soundbox was shaking.

crick turned me around and pushed me backwards onto the bed and circularize my peg wide. He stared at my sweet spot while I stared at his face. He was drinking me in.

'' ass me. ``

He did n't need to be persuaded. His pants were in the floor and his big cock was dancing before my eyes. He slapped his humanness on my clit. I could hear my juices splattering. He entered me, deep and all at once, burying his dick to the hilt. The irradiation pushed the head deep into me and it hurt so good. Slow at first but then faster.

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

'' You 're a bad girlfriend, Amanda. I 'm married. You know I 'm married. Are you a whore like your mother ? Are you happy ? You made me rig on my wife, Amanda. You need to be punished. A woman of the street gets punished. ``

ass. I did n't worry. I did n't need punk fag or strong drink. I just wanted this man 's prick. If I was a whore, 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 crying welled up in my heart but I could n't severalise if it was from intense nuisance or pleasure. The two deal merged.

He slammed his massive turncock back into my pussy and pounded it over and over. He was dripping with my meat. slickness dick. Rick 's slick dick. It was out of my pussy and into my ass.

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

'' Are you my little whore, Amanda ? ''

'' order me you are my lady of pleasure ! ``

'' I am your whore ''

Holy fucking horseshit I was his whore. fucking yeah.

I felt like my body was splitting. He was ripping me apart with his poking. He was pounding harder, he reached around to snaffle my mammilla 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 stifle, which was gentle to do since I felt like my stage were wet noodles.

Hot, gummy liquid injection at my face. One, two, three, four, five ... my all face was covered in his cum.

hayrick took the straits of his prick and moved the cum from my impertinence into my backtalk and I sucked if off of his still firm dick. He smeared the cum across my facial expression and into my mouth, making me taste him.

'' Do you sample yourself, Amanda ? ''

I did n't recognise where his taste ended and mine began.

I opened my eyes. There suffer Becky.

Shit .