On a late Saturday night, Lacey was lying on her bed reading a magazine when she heard the social movement door slam. Checking her clock she was slightly put off as her mom and her boyfriend Ian were not supposed to be back from their appointment for at to the lowest degree another 60 minutes. She did not really care and dutifully got up and descended the stairs to the living way to recognise 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 pocketbook ? '' she demanded angrily.

'' You said you couldn't notice your credit carte du jour, '' Ian shouted back.

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

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

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

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

'' I wasn't really cognisant that we were scoop, '' Janet made another excuse.

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

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

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

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

Lacey looked at Ian for confirmation. She somewhat wanted to be a voice of the conversation to get along. Maybe she could help them resign. If they really did get around up, it would not just be Janet who would have to leave the place they now called home.

Ian shooed Lacey away with his handwriting, informing her that she was unneeded. Reluctantly, Lacey sauntered back up the step. No Sooner had the doorway to her way shut than the shouting started again. Groaning she put on a headset and began to mind to music on her phone to drown it out. Once she had turned up the volume decent to make for sure she could hear none of the yelling, she resumed reading her magazine.

Before long she forgot everything else and was engrossed in her reading. She did not even notice when the threshold to her room opened. She did however palpate the weight of someone sitting down on the bed behind her. Feeling annoyed at having been sent away earlier, she did not trouble oneself looking at them. She wanted to be petty and disregard 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 bottom when he wanted her care instead of tapping her shoulder. She did not really listen as she liked Ian as a individual. In fact, one of the main intellect he and her mother got together was because he got along so well with Lacey.

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

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

Once again, Ian waited for Lacey to react. She simply kicked her foundation and hummed along to the birdsong on her sound. He tapped her butt twice more and even gave it a slightly backbreaking whack ; still no response. Annoyed he decided to rally her a little. He pulled on her shorts, sliding them down her ramification and exposing her heart print panties.

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

After another three slaps, 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 dear handgrip. Her crotch felt cold when he slid her scanty down to her thigh. She wiggled her target as she tried to readjust herself again. At the Same time he slapped her bare ass, gaudy and severely. She bit her lip to keep from yelping. Another slap and she was almost ready to generate in.

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

Ian was fast leave why he was spanking her. He was just watching his girlfriend 's daughter 's ass bounce and shake off with each hit. It was mesmerizing. Lacey had a much comfortably shape than her mom. While Janet was on the penny-pinching position, Lacey was slightly fill out. Not enough to be called fat by any substance. She just filled out any outfit she wore. Her clothes always looked blotto around the bureau and thigh region. Her plump branch clung together perfectly to enshroud her genital organ from view.

Ian was thinking about it though. He kept trying to paddle her in such a way that her ass would hoist and evince him her secret place. When he thought about it too much, he acted on instinct. She gasped as he, rather than spanking her, pushed his hired man between her legs and pressed the bakshis of his digit against her bare crotch. He felt something warm and damp.

Unfortunately, he had just crossed a line. Lacey opened her oral cavity and screamed for her mother. Acting before mentation, Ian put his hand on the binding of her question and pushed her face into the bed to stifle her sidesplitter. As she began to struggle, trying to inch herself away from his invading fingers, he reacted in the opposite, trying to work his fingerbreadth further into her slightly wet crotch.

She stopped when she felt them slip inside. It was a strange sensation she did not make out how to react to. His fingers were great than her own. She was afraid it would hurt if she moved too a great deal. He curved them upward, scrapping against the thin flesh that separated her vaginal canal from her intestines. Her eyes rolled back again as she groaned into her bed. A tremor went through her body, making her looking like a Pisces flopping atop the bed.

By then, Ian was committed. He crawled upward on the bed and pressed his knee joint into the minuscule of her back to preserve her immobilise when he finally removed his hand from her head. She lifted her face and gasped for air. The situation she was in felt even strange due to the fact that loud medicine was still blaring in her ears. She actually had yet to see or see Ian. For all she knew this might actually be a stranger who broke into the family to rape her while the adult 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 fingers deeper into her. He felt he needed to maintain the idea that this was justified penalization. If he let up too much she might try tough to escape.

With her face no longer hidden, her next squeak was much more clear. She gasped in a breathy sexy way, moaning in rebuff infliction. 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 split up. She was an adorable tike who treated him with respect. When she thought Ian was going to marry her female parent, she had sworn she would consent him as her new dad. He could honestly say he would consume left Janet a farsighted sentence ago had he not loved Lacey so much.

All of that was melting away now. Sweeping her blonde hair away from the rachis of her neck opening, he kept looking down at her like a dissimilar person. No longer seeing her as a daughter, he wanted to care for her as a intimate object. He wanted to squeeze that sound out of her again. He definitely felt bad but it almost doubled his turmoil. Just because he was leaving Janet did not mean he had to cut this wonderful girl out of his life. He could establish her his in a different way.

'' Please, '' she managed a fragile ailment as he stroked her hair. He was treating her gently. Perhaps if she begged he would finger bad and let her go. She did not realize 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 accept to watch her grow up and get a boyfriend. 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 finger moving inside her. He definitely wanted her to find him. Worse than just using her body, he wanted to take a crap her think about it too. She could hardly think that the man who had taken caution of her and treated her like a daughter for class was now taking it all back with interest.

For the following ten bit she just laid there in agony, both genial and physical, as he worked his finger inside of her. She kept moaning and whimpering, trying not to get aroused. It was no use though. She could palpate liquified seeping down her thighs. There was a apathy she felt whenever his fingers brushed the position of her canal.

She was surprised when he bundled up her fuzz and used it to wrench her head sideways. He pressed his lips to hers and forced his glossa past her teeth. Her eyes focused enough for her to calculate at his grimace. She blushed in overplus. Kissing someone whose fingers were inside of her at that very bit was too practically. 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 woman, her mother included. This was her for the first time time. He should be treating her limited, 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 present moment he broke the buss. She was lying there, panting for breath. Her cheek was completely red and her oculus were filled with tears. Her thrill were soaked with sweat and sticking to her forehead. She was cognizant that her scanty were still around her second joint and felt ashamed. Something felt wrong about still wearing them. If she was fully naked it would just somehow be better. Instead she felt sticky and constricted. Her branch suffering from not being able to spread apart. She wished he would just necessitate off her panty 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 irritation as he undid the face clutch. Her large bust sprang loose, bouncing obscenely. She covered her boldness with her branch in shame. She had always hated her knocker. They were big and her ring of color were, in her impression, too dismal. regretful yet, her teat were quite obviously erect. She did not need 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 consistence 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 induce her crotch to tingle.

Ian smiled when he saw her go her hand to her cunt. She brushed against it lightly, trying not to look like she was touching herself. Ian took it as an invitation to advertise his fingerbreadth into her, pulling her fingers with him. `` Stop ! '' she shouted as more tears spilled down her face, creating Andrew Dickson White lines atop the red.

Ian did stop. She sounded extremely dire. For a instant his fatherly inherent aptitude 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 bulwark, breaking them. `` Can you finally hear me ? '' he asked in annoyance. `` What do you mean, halt ? Maybe you don't understand your place yet. I kicked your whore of a mother out. No money, naught. Unless she can hitchhike back to her phratry place two hour away, she 'll be sleeping on the street tonight. Do you want to end up like her ? ``

Lacey shook her forefront. `` That 's right. You 'd rather stay in your gracious affectionate bed tonight. Unfortunately rent isn't rid. Your mom used to pay with her body but I do n't need that slut anymore. Do you know what that means ? ``

Lacey 's eyes widened as she realized what he meant. If she wanted to stay in this house, she was going to deliver to pay split by letting him suffer sex with her. Her commencement 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 friends at school again.

pickings advantage of her daze tendency, Ian lifted one of his legs over her so he was straddling her. Any luck she had to run had passed. She winced as he resumed fingering her cunt, making sure to scrape her bulwark excessively. She averted her center as her breathing became heavy. She was definitely ashamed to be enjoying this even a little.

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

Eventually her curiosity got the comfortably of her. She looked down at his shank where he was straddling her. The bulge in his bloomers was quite large. He was wearing a nice brace of trousers in prevision of date night with Janet. Lacey felt bad that his efforts had gone to do in. At least he was still going to get laid.

He was rocking his hips slightly as he sat on her stomach, jostling her unit body. She did not know why and found it almost funny. It took some feat not to giggle. Eventually he undid the buttons on his blouse with one hired hand. Then he leaned forward to buss her again. The haircloth of his chest brushed against her erect nipples making her groan. He liked the phone and dug his finger's breadth deeper into her. She was annoyed that this seemed to be his nonpayment chemical reaction to everything. He assumed she was enjoying having her canal stretched by his heavy fingerbreadth and wanted to produce 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 hurry up. She freed her hand from his fingerbreadth and grabbed the bulge in his knickers. He was definitely surprised. She unzipped him and let his cock outflow out. It was definitely big as she had suspected. `` That thing is going inside me, '' she gulped nervously.

'' Are n't you tidal bore, '' Ian chuckled as he slid down her dead body to position himself at her waist. She gasped when she felt the chief of his putz brush against the outside of her cunt. Just knowing it was something entirely unlike than his fingers made it exotic. He moved it all around the opening to tease her more before he finally started to promote in.

Her eyes began to water from the annoyance 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 face and bit the backrest of her own radiocarpal joint in an attack to shut herself up. Ian had one hand on her impertinence and was petting her gently. `` honest young woman, '' he coaxed her.

She did not signify to but instinctively she jerked upward on the bed, trying to plagiarize herself off of him. He thrust forward to continue himself inside of her. Her head fell off the edge of the mattress and bumped the side of the bedstead. Her eyes spun in her straits as the pain sensation of three thing encompassed her at once.

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

For some intellect the memory of her secure friend 's commencement boyfriend came to mind. He was baby faced and cute. He followed Sarah around like puppy 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 sustain hurt Sarah at the time, Lacey was definitely convinced that everything he had said about loving her was a lie just so he could jostle his hawkshaw inside of her. Men caring about woman was a lie. Ian caring about her was a lie. He probably planned to be intimate her like this the day her mother first introduced them. He must throw put up with Janet for years just waiting for this chance.

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

Ian was confused for a present moment. A hard smack to her look followed. `` Watch your words Cy Young gentlewoman. 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 chest and belly and the office where their crotches met. Shiny lines of liquid state were running up into the haircloth above her cunt and making them shine. `` 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 nil 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 mean value was he going to stop though. `` Ow, '' she whined as he thrust into her harder. `` Please be gentler, '' she pleaded. Ian slapped her look again, leaving a red mitt photographic print. `` What the fuck ? '' she screamed in confusion.

'' I 've always wanted to eff 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 induce some fun. '' He leaned down and took one of her mamilla into his mouth.

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

With his foot, Ian pushed her panties down the remainder of the way so her stage could finally fall open completely. He then pulled them up between her and him so that her human knee were being pressed into her dresser every time he thrust into her. `` They 're not meant to bend like that, '' she groaned. He pulled her arms between her knees and pushed her legs back even further than her breast. Realizing what he was doing, Lacey lifted her had so he could labour her ankles behind her neck. Looking down she could see her own hip finger cymbals sticking out oddly. She had always been a whippy missy but she felt this was excessive.

Once he was sure as shooting her legs were there to stay, he returned his attention to her bosom. He slapped each of them a few times and then twisted both her nipple at the same time. `` Uh huh, that really hurts, '' she mumbled instead of screaming this time. It was more of a check than a complaint. Her eyes were fixed on his face, 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 pain. She had forgotten that swearing would get her slapped though. `` Ow, '' she tried not to respond. The incline of her nerve was stinging now and her nose was running slightly. It was a little gruelling to keep her in good order eye open as her cheek was starting to swell.

When he did not move his hand from her face, she turned her heading slightly and opened her mouth. She let his finger's breadth trace her lip a few time before she started to clobber and take in them. `` Do you need to try harder ? '' she was almost taunting him. He grabbed her clapper and twisted it as punishment. `` Harder, '' she mumbled as best 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 withdraw. The walls of her throat massaged his thumb. She felt like she had a lout in her throat. He scrapped the sides of her mouthpiece as he pulled his ovolo out. `` Ow, '' she muttered when she could speak again.

Thrusting into her puss again, he slid her further off the bed. At the same 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 finger pressing against her asshole. `` What are you doing ? '' she asked drearily.

With one thrust he shoved inside her asshole. Her egotistic eye began to twinge as the sensation filled her abdomen. She felt it all the way up her bowel. `` God, I think I 'm gon na throw up, '' she groaned while grabbing her breadbasket. With his former hand Ian pressed down atop her mitt, putting free weight on her belly.

Lacey 's centre rolled back as she retched. She did not actually throw up though. `` Come on, this doesn't hurt ; it just feels weird, '' she began to taunt him again. `` Maybe if you shoved your dick in my butt it would injure more. Would you like that ? Do you want to fuck a young girl 's asshole ? ``

Another smacking to the font. `` It 's so numb it doesn't even hurt anymore. You 're gon na have to use your fist. You might better my nose. Since you enjoy seeing me cry so a good deal, you… ''

'' Shut up, '' Ian cut her off. Without warning he grabbed her peg and pulled them out from behind her school principal. She winced in hurting as they returned to their rule position. He then pulled his cock out of her bitch, leaving a slight track of blood from her hymen. She groaned dizzily as he flipped her onto her front. He had to pull on her ankle joint to get her back on the bed completely. Her cheek was buried in her pillow but she still yelped when his cock entered her puss again.

The sound of his second joint slapping against her troll butt filled the room. She just lay still as he thrust into her repeatedly. When he got bore of her not reacting, he grabbed a fist wax of her hair's-breadth and lifted her heading up. `` Ow, you 're gon na rip it out, '' she whined. `` Do you enjoy fucking bald young lady ? ``

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

He moved his grip to her wrist and began to compress it. `` Ian, I swear to god, you ca n't demote 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 architectural 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 raise 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 much. Your cock is so big inside of me. Are n't you fold 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 take a kid of your own. You don't want to hurt your baby 's mother, do you ? ``

Ian relaxed his grip on her carpus but still held onto her arm. He yanked on it, pulling her backward into him at the like clock time he thrust again. `` That 's right, '' she gasped. `` grant me my low gear discernment of cum. Make me addicted to it. I 'm not paying rent, I 'm taking Mommy 's post. I 'm you 're girlfriend now. No, I 'm your fucktoy. You don't have to call for me on dates or anything. I belong to you. You can fuck me any time you want, just don't develop 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 cover of her head, pressing her mouthpiece over his putz. She squealed when she felt warm liquid hitting the back of her throat. It was slightly soothing on the excoriation he has made earlier. She swallowed it as quickly as possible.

Despite this, he held her head down until her face was red from lack of breathing. She slapped his arm a few fourth dimension before resorting to digging her fingernails into his hand. 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 dresser rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. `` God, I 'm all sticky and sweaty, '' she finally sighed. `` I 'm gon na go take a exhibitor. '' She began to crawl 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 join 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 art object of nub. 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 frigid stern eyes.

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

'' Then what did you want ? You wanted an easy screwing, right ? If that 's not dependable, we can tattle about it later. If you want to be my dad again, I can think 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 muscles. When she bent down to touch her toes he got a to the full aspect of her bleeding bitch, the red hand photographic print on her ass, and her slightly well up anus. He really did a number on her. Still she seemed somehow hunky-dory. For that he was glad.

Whatever was to materialize next, it was not a matter of pardon. There was no way things could go back to convention. Hopefully she would be willing to take her new office as a hole for his lustfulness. He definitely had no architectural plan of letting her go .