On a late Saturday Nox, Lacey was lying on her bed reading a mag when she heard the front door gibe. Checking her clock she was slightly confused as her mom and her beau Ian were not supposed to be back from their day of the month for at least another hour. She did not really care and dutifully got up and descended the stairs to the bread and butter room to recognise them. Seeing her mom taking off her pelage she opened her mouth to greet her but was cut off by her shouting into the kitchen at who she assumed was Ian.

'' Why would you even look in my purse ? '' she demanded angrily.

'' You said you couldn't bump your credit 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 have been perfectly felicitous to drive. Then maybe I wouldn't have seen your sound when your early boyfriend texted. ``

'' Don't visit him that. We aren't even serious, '' Janet, Lacey 's mom, tried to fend for 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 exclusive, '' Janet made another excuse.

'' The fact that you and your daughter are living in my family rip free people would propose as such, '' Ian retorted. He had just entered the living way from the kitchen.

'' You just make love to lord that over me, don't you ? You only own your home because your female parent died and left it to you. Just postponement until my parents die, then we 'll be on equal footing. ``

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

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

Lacey looked at Ian for ratification. She somewhat wanted to be a part of the conversation to hail. Maybe she could help them reconcile. If they really did violate up, it would not just be Janet who would have to leave the office they now called home.

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

Before prospicient she forgot everything else and was engrossed in her reading. She did not even notice when the door to her room opened. She did however find the weight of soul 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 larceny and ignore them for as long as possible.

A large handwriting touching her butt revealed that the person in question was Ian and not her mother. He did that from sentence to time, patted her hind end when he wanted her attention instead of tapping her shoulder. She did not really mind as she liked Ian as a someone. In fact, one of the main reasons he and her mother got together was because he got along so well with Lacey.

Not realizing how loud her medicine was, Ian began to talk to Lacey as if she could listen him. `` I don't want you to believe less off either your mom or me because of this. We both decided that we need some time apart. That may vocalize like we 'll get back together soon, but I 'll be honest I 'm kind of 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 charge less right now. ``

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

Once again, Ian waited for Lacey to respond. She simply kicked her feet and hummed along to the song on her earphone. He tapped her cigaret twice more and even gave it a slightly strong rap ; still no reply. Annoyed he decided to tease her a little. He pulled on her boxers, sliding them down her wooden leg and exposing her heart print panties.

She frowned but continued ignoring him. Another slap to the butt almost made her yelp. By now she was curious to what he wanted but she did not be after to drop off this game. She readjusted herself, practically pointing her butt at him, daring him to keep spanking her.

After another three smacking, he decided to up the ante. He slid his thumbs into the shank of her scanty. She stifled a gasp as he tickled her rebuff passion handles. Her crotch felt cold when he slid her panties down to her thigh. She wiggled her butt as she tried to readjust herself again. At the Same clock time he slapped her bare ass, loud and difficult. She bit her lip to keep open from yelping. Another slap and she was almost ready to chip in in.

He was no longer trying to get her tending though ; he was simply punishing her cheekiness. He slapped each of her troll 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 slap, forgetting that she could probably get him to stop 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 bounce and shake with each hit. It was mesmerizing. Lacey had a much better figure than her mom. While Janet was on the skinny side, Lacey was slightly fat. Not enough to be called fat by any substance. She just filled out any getup she wore. Her clothes always looked stringent around the chest of drawers and second joint area. Her plump legs clung together perfectly to cover her crotch from view.

Ian was thinking about it though. He kept trying to larrup her in such a way that her ass would get up and show him her private berth. When he thought about it too much, he acted on inherent aptitude. She gasped as he, rather than spanking her, pushed his hand between her ramification and pressed the tips of his fingers against her bare privates. He felt something warm and damp.

Unfortunately, he had just crossed a argumentation. Lacey opened her lip and screamed for her mother. Acting before intellection, Ian put his deal on the back of her straits and pushed her case into the bed to stifle her screeching. As she began to struggle, trying to inch herself away from his invading fingerbreadth, he reacted in the opposite, trying to sour his finger's breadth further into her slightly wet crotch.

She stopped when she felt them slip inside. It was a foreign sensory faculty she did not bang how to react to. His fingers were magnanimous than her own. She was afraid it would anguish if she moved too much. He curved them upward, scrapping against the dilute material body that separated her vaginal epithelial duct from her bowel. Her eyes rolled back again as she groaned into her bed. A shudder went through her trunk, making her flavor like a fish flopping atop the bed.

By then, Ian was committed. He crawled upward on the bed and pressed his knee into the diminished of her spinal column to keep on her pinned when he finally removed his script from her nous. She lifted her case and gasped for air. The situation she was in feel even stranger due to the fact that flashy 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 house to rape her while the grownup fought with each other downstairs. Somewhere in the cover of her principal though she knew it was Ian. She just knew.

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

With her face no longer hidden, her following squeak was much more clear. She gasped in a breathy sexy way, moaning in flimsy pain. Ian stared down at her with a sudden looking of wonderment. He had always adored Lacey. He had known her and Janet even before her parents split up. She was an lovely child who treated him with respect. When she thought Ian was going to marry her mother, she had sworn she would accept him as her new dad. He could honestly say he would have left Janet a long time ago had he not loved Lacey so much.

All of that was melting away now. Sweeping her blonde whisker away from the book binding of her neck, he kept looking down at her like a different person. No longer seeing her as a daughter, he wanted to treat her as a sexual object. He wanted to force that auditory sensation out of her again. He definitely felt bad but it almost doubled his excitement. Just because he was leaving Janet did not mean he had to cut this howling female child out of his life. He could throw her his in a different way.

'' Please, '' she managed a slight ill as he stroked her tomentum. He was treating her gently. Perhaps if she begged he would finger bad and let her go. She did not actualise that her soft spokesperson only egged him on. He wanted to get word her moaning and squealing because of him. He had always thought he would stimulate 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 fingers moving inside her. He definitely wanted her to feel him. forged than just using her physical structure, he wanted to make her think about it too. She could hardly believe that the man who had taken care of her and treated her like a daughter for geezerhood was now taking it all back with interest.

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

She was surprised when he bundled up her hair and used it to wrench her head sideways. He pressed his sass to hers and forced his tongue past her teeth. Her eyes focused enough for her to look at his face. She blushed in embarrassment. Kissing someone whose digit were inside of her at that very moment was too much. 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 rule. She felt resentment. He had slept with several women, her mother included. This was her inaugural prison term. He should be treating her extra, 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 face was completely red and her eyes were filled with tears. Her smasher were soaked with effort and sticking to her forehead. She was aware that her pantie were still around her thighs and felt ashamed. Something felt wrongly about still wearing them. If she was fully naked it would just somehow be ameliorate. Instead she felt sticky and constricted. Her legs hurt from not being able-bodied to pass around apart. She wished he would just take off her panties 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 clasp. Her large bust sprang loose, bouncing obscenely. She covered her look with her munition in shame. She had always hated her breasts. They were large and her areolas were, in her persuasion, too dark. Worse yet, her mammilla were quite obviously put up. She did not want to be aroused by what was happening to her.

She uncovered her font to look when something wet enveloped one of her mammilla. Ian was sucking on her bosom greedily. It felt odd. Knowing little to nothing about her own torso and why it was reacting this way, she was scared. She knew about sex but did not pull in that having her nipples touched and in this case licked would cause her genitalia to tingle.

Ian smiled when he saw her move her hired hand to her pussy. She brushed against it lightly, trying not to look like she was touching herself. Ian took it as an invitation to bear on his fingers into her, pulling her fingers with him. `` turn back ! '' she shouted as more tears spilled down her face, creating white assembly line atop the red.

Ian did stop. She sounded extremely desperate. For a moment his fatherly instinct kicked in. He stared at her with headache but it only lasted a here and now. With his other script 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 think, stop ? Maybe you don't understand your situation yet. I kicked your whore of a mother out. No money, zilch. Unless she can hitchhike back to her folks place two hour away, she 'll be sleeping on the street tonight. Do you want to end up like her ? ``

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

Lacey 's eye widened as she realized what he meant. If she wanted to stay in this house, she was going to have to pay tear by letting him have sex with her. Her first thinking 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.

Taking advantage of her stunned disposition, Ian lifted one of his stage over her so he was straddling her. Any chance she had to run had passed. She winced as he resumed fingering her cunt, making sure to skin her wall excessively. She averted her eyes as her breathing became with child. She was definitely ashamed to be enjoying this even a little.

She could barely focalize on anything. The one persuasion 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 curiosity got the better of her. She looked down at his waist where he was straddling her. The bulge in his knickers was quite big. He was wearing a Nice yoke of trousers in expectation of date night with Janet. Lacey felt bad that his travail had gone to devastate. At least he was still going to get laid.

He was rocking his coxa slightly as he sat on her breadbasket, jostling her unscathed organic structure. She did not know why and found it almost fishy. It took some effort not to giggle. Eventually he undid the buttons on his blouse with one script. Then he leaned forward to kiss her again. The hairs of his chest of drawers brushed against her erect teat making her moan. He liked the audio and dug his finger's breadth 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 large finger and wanted to make 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 helping hand from his finger's breadth and grabbed the bump in his drawers. 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 body to position himself at her shank. She gasped when she felt the head of his turncock thicket against the outside of her slit. Just knowing it was something entirely different than his finger made it exotic. He moved it all around the curtain raising to taunt her Thomas More before he finally started to promote in.

Her eyes began to weewee from the pain immediately. She threw her head back and clenched her teeth. A low growl grew in her lungs until she was screaming. She moved her arm to her brass and bit the back of her own articulatio radiocarpea in an try to close herself up. Ian had one hand on her cheek and was petting her gently. `` well girl, '' he coaxed her.

She did not think of to but instinctively she jerked upward on the bed, trying to lift herself off of him. He thrust forward to prevent himself inside of her. Her head fell off the boundary of the mattress and bumped the English of the bedframe. Her eyes spun in her head as the pain in the ass of three things encompassed her at once.

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

For some reason the computer storage of her honorable friend 's firstly beau came to mind. He was infant faced and cute. He followed Sarah around like puppy dog and swore he loved her and wanted cypher but to see her smiling. Eventually he pressured her into sex though. Realizing how much it must have hurt Sarah at the time, Lacey was definitely convince that everything he had said about loving her was a lie just so he could stuff his dick inside of her. Men caring about womanhood 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 twelvemonth just waiting for this chance.

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

Ian was confused for a minute. A hard slap to her face followed. `` determine your language young Lady. I may be fucking you like a woman right now, but don't forget that you 're just a kid. ``

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

Ian stared down at her bare pectus and belly and the place where their crotch met. Shiny origin of liquid were running up into the hairs 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 take in that nothing he said now could fix this. Ian frowned. He somehow had hoped she would love this even though he knew it was unsufferable. By no way was he going to stop though. `` Ow, '' she whined as he thrust into her harder. `` Please be gentler, '' she pleaded. Ian slapped her face again, leaving a red paw 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 nipples into his mouth.

She moaned at first but suddenly began to scream when he sunk his teeth into it. `` Son of a beef ! '' she screamed in pain. He thrust into her cunt harder as punishment 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 worse ! '' she shrieked.

With his substructure, Ian pushed her panties 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 knees were being pressed into her chest every meter 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 chest. Realizing what he was doing, Lacey lifted her had so he could advertise her ankles behind her neck. Looking down she could see her own hip bone sticking out oddly. She had always been a pliable missy but she felt this was excessive.

Once he was trusted her legs were there to stay, he returned his tending to her breasts. He slapped each of them a few clock time and then twisted both her nipples at the Lapp time. `` Uh huh, that really hurts, '' she mumbled instead of screaming this time. It was more of a confirmation than a complaint. Her eyes were fixed on his nerve, waiting for him to do something else.

He dragged his fingernails down her breasts, leaving red streaks. `` Look mammy, I 'm Ian 's new fucktoy. It 's not so hard, '' Lacey refused to acknowledge to being in bother. She had forgotten that swearing would get her slapped though. `` Ow, '' she tried not to react. The slope of her face was stinging now and her nozzle was running slightly. It was a little hard to retain her powerful eye open as her brass was starting to swell.

When he did not go his hand from her look, she turned her headway slightly and opened her backtalk. She let his finger trace her lips a few times before she started to lick and soak up 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 best she could. He pushed his pollex further into her backtalk. When she moved her knife he almost shoved it into the rear of her throat.

She began to cough and take back. The walls of her throat massaged his thumb. She felt like she had a lump in her throat. He scrapped the side of meat of her mouthpiece 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 Saame time he leaned back, putting some of his weight into fucking her. Then he reached behind himself and between her ramification. She gasped when she felt his saliva coated thumb pressure against her asshole. `` What are you doing ? '' she asked drearily.

With one stab he shoved inside her arsehole. Her swollen eye began to flip as the sensation filled her stomach. She felt it all the way up her intestines. `` God, I think I 'm gon na throw up, '' she groaned while grabbing her stomach. With his other handwriting Ian pressed down atop her script, putting free weight on her belly.

Lacey 's optic rolled back as she retched. She did not actually throw up though. `` Come on, this doesn't hurt ; it just feels Wyrd, '' she began to tantalise him again. `` Maybe if you shoved your prick in my butt it would hurt more. Would you like that ? Do you need to fuck a young girl 's bunghole ? ``

Another smack to the expression. `` It 's so numb it doesn't even hurt anymore. You 're gon na have to use your clenched fist. You might fail my nose. Since you enjoy seeing me cry so much, you… ''

'' Shut up, '' Ian cut her off. Without warning he grabbed her legs and pulled them out from behind her school principal. She winced in botheration as they returned to their normal position. He then pulled his putz out of her cunt, leaving a rebuff track of stemma from her maidenhead. She groaned dizzily as he flipped her onto her front. He had to perpetrate on her articulatio talocruralis to get her back on the bed completely. Her side was buried in her pillow but she still yelped when his stopcock entered her snatch again.

The sound of his second joint slapping against her beat butt filled the room. She just lay still as he thrust into her repeatedly. When he got drill of her not reacting, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and lifted her head up. `` Ow, you 're gon na rip it out, '' she whined. `` Do you bask fucking denuded girls ? ``

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

He moved his hairgrip to her wrist and began to compact it. `` Ian, I swear to god, you ca n't break out my arm. Everything you 've done so far, I can forgive ; but if you actually interrupt me there 's no going back. Is this what you wanted ? Was this always your programme for me since we met ? You just wanted an obedient adulteress to fuck whenever ? I can be that, I can be your obedient slut. ``

She used her human knee 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 very much. Your cock is so big interior of me. Are n't you close to cumming yet ? Why don't you cum inside me. I know mom never let you do that. fill my underage womb with your ejaculate. I could get pregnant. You could birth a kid of your own. You don't want to offend your baby 's mother, do you ? ``

Ian relaxed his hairgrip on her wrist joint but still held onto her arm. He yanked on it, pulling her backward into him at the same clock time he thrust again. `` That 's right on, '' she gasped. `` commit me my first taste of cum. have me addicted to it. I 'm not paying rent, I 'm taking mommy 's situation. I 'm you 're girlfriend now. No, I 'm your fucktoy. You don't have to hold 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 back of her fountainhead, pressing her backtalk over his turncock. She squealed when she felt warm liquidness 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 down until her fount was red from lack of breathing. She slapped his arm a few times 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 chest ascent 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 cascade. '' She began to grovel toward the sharpness of the bed. Ian grabbed her by the shank and pulled her into his lap.

'' I 'm not running away, '' she assured him. `` If you want you can get together me. I 'll bow 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 man of meat. I know my place now. If I don't want to get broken by you, I 've got to go 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 prosperous fuck, right ? If that 's not true, we can talk about it later. If you want to be my dad again, I can think about it. Right now, I just want to shower down. testament you let me do that much ? ``

Ian slowly removed his men from her waist and let her crawl off the bed. He watched as she stretched her sore heftiness. When she bent down to adjoin her toes he got a full view of her bleeding cunt, the red deal prints on her ass, and her slightly swollen anus. He really did a number on her. Still she seemed somehow okey. For that he was glad.

Whatever was to pass next, it was not a matter of forgiveness. There was no way things could go back to normal. Hopefully she would be unforced to take her new role as a kettle of fish for his lust. He definitely had no program of letting her go .