Just one more year of this hell.

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

Cheap cigarettes. Easy to make out by here. My female parent was a Chain smoking carriage and would n't run but she had plenty of men who came in and out of the house and she gave them pussy and they bought her cigarettes in riposte. Which I stole. Fucking harlot. Who sells puss for cigarettes and spirits ?

Rhetorical interrogative. My mother of course. She never cared about me or my brother but we could n't forget without her putting our characterization on Milk cartons because someone had to fertilise her new baby who never stopped crying and shitting and wanting attention. One more year and the bitch was on her own.

I got up and left the bathroom, the only place with any seclusion. I was going out. shtup her and her men and the kid who would probably never experience her father. Hell, my mother probably did n't know her father.

You would suppose I would be more good-hearted to the post being a fille growing up without a dad but getting hit on by men all my life. grim fucks.

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

'' You ca n't go anywhere tonight ! I have ship's company coming over and you have to watch over your infant sister ! ``

'' I have a test tomorrow and I have to hit the books ! ''

That was a lie. Well, the studying character was a lie. I 'm trusted I had a tryout but I had better affair to do than learn. Actually I WAS going to take. I was going to stare at my best friend 's step-dad. God he was hot. He had dark hair and eyes and judging by the buldge in his pants, he had a big dick to go along with those dear looks.

'' Amanda ! Do n't you dare depart this mansion .... '' That was the go thing I heard as I slammed the back threshold and kicked my way through the dry leaves across the row of lawns on our street. Safer going behind planetary house here than walking on the street.

jack. Forgot my butt.

A few arcminute 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 while longer because she had band practice. eccentric person. She was squeamish though and smart. Had to pass fourth-year year somehow so why not take a smart best Quaker with a hot step-dad who I was planning to fuck ?

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

Rick answered the door. He looked distracted.

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

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

'' uhh ... sure ... yeah.. come in. exempt the mess. ``

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

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

'' She went to church. ``

Sweet.

So Rick how about you and me go eff in your bed while your wife is gone and before Becky gets household ? That 's what I said in my head. Instead I sat down and watched him pick his shotgun. His hands moved up and down the barrelful and I do n't know why that turned me on but I was n't going to sit here and split hairs when I could make my move.

'' Need 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 barrelful, twisting my clenched fist around it and stroking it.

He nervously laughed.

'' What 's funny ? ``

'' nil ... I.. I do n't know. ``

I laughed and handed his cleanup rag back to him. I saw his dark eye drink me in. I used that moment to put my bridge player right on his crotch and firmly experience the buldge I was always looking at. He hardened in my hand. He tried backing up but I put my fingerbreadth to his sass and trailed it down his chin and throat and chest, playing with his breast hair that was visible from the wife beater he was wearing.

I put my finger in my oral fissure, toying with it, letting my lips slide up and down my finger, swirling my tongue around my fingertip and then placing my finger back to his lip, letting him feel the wetness.

I had another wet patch he needed to feel.

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

That caught him off guard duty. I knew he spanked Becky a few times when she was late get along base on the weekends. She got pissed about it but I was turned on by it and I asked her too many questions about it and made her uncomfortable. She said he used his belt on her and once he even made her drop her drawers. That got me so wet thinking about it. I never had a dada or a gradation daddy that cared enough about me to keep me in stock. All I had was those fucking men my female parent brought home that was usually pledge and wanted to cop a feel or brush up against me. Sickened me. This was different. This was a existent man. Not some drunk that paid for sex with gaudy butt and booze.

'' You never had a spanking ? ``

'' Nope. ``

I took Rick 's hired man and placed it on my thigh and prodded him towards my cherubic fleck. He seemed nervous but I just acted like this was normal. He hesitated but did n't bar. I sat on the java table in social movement of him and spread open my legs to bid him to touch me.

He did.

Oh god. The way his hands felt. My pussy was throbbing and soaking wet. I 'm surely my jeans were moistness with my juice that were flowing. I felt close to cumming just from the intellection of him entering me with his simple finger. I felt him tug at my belt.

Holy red cent this was going to happen.

I leaned my headland backwards. I did n't want to lay down eye contact lens. Afraid that would break his confidence or make him feel hangdog. Just take me like you own me, I thought.

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

My bang was off and he was unbuttoning my pants and unzipping them. I raised up to let him skid 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 side of my panties and felt my pussy rim 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 set to film him in.

I just breathed in and pushed his fingerbreadth further inside. He found my clit and started flicking it. He knew what he was doing. He had both hands now. Pulling my panties down. I dared to count at him and he was staring at my slit. He opened my rim wide and star. I leaned back to give him comfortable admittance. With one hand I took off a brake shoe and then the other. He slid my pants down and I brought my knees up to help side them off. My pantie came off next and his rima oris found my wet snatch. Those beautiful lips of his were on my wet sassing and he was sucking my clit and swirling his tongue around it and then sucking on it again. His oral cavity was glistening with my cunt juice. His digit entered me. One, then two.

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

And ready. I wanted his pecker in me.

I stood up and turned around with my ass in his face ; my hands flat on the coffee mesa before me. He took one hand and ran it down my thorn and parted my ass nerve and he put his tongue in between my ass cheeks ! I had never had anyone relate me like this. I was gasping. My cunt was wet and my mouth was dry. I could n't swallow up. The noises that escaped my pharynx sounded hoarse and my voice was cracking.

'' Spank me. ``

'' Have you been bad ? ``

I 'm being bad now, I thought.

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

Shit. Maybe that was n't a good estimate to bring up his stair daughter. What if this brought him back to the reality of what he was doing ? dirt. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

He had stopped. Stupid, so stupid, I never know when to shut my mouth.

He took my hired hand. I looked up at him. He had jogging knickers on and his dick was hard as a tilt. I slipped my hand down into it. I felt myself being led away. Into his bedroom.

Hell yes.

He picked up his swath off the trading floor and he placed my hand on his bed, slightly bending me forward in the summons. I felt the leather slide over my ass. Just being touched with the leather was making my affectionateness Irish punt. I was a little scared but a lot turned on. I felt his fingers splitting my lips, entering me. I could hear how wet I was. He sloshed my juices around with his two fingers until I was shivering. He reached up and touched my titty, leaving a trail of my juice. The fan in the quoin of the room was hitting my skin and the wet bit were feeling a coolheaded sensation but I was nothing but pure heat.

The leather was tapped against my ass again.

'' Ready ? ``

I could only moan.

The first smack of the belt ammunition against my unembellished ass was loud and it shocked me. I never felt this before. It hurt but it felt good at the Saami metre. Again. That time the stinging increased and I could feel my pussy becoming a pool.

Again his belt made contact with my ass, wrapping around me. Suddenly I felt a skag on my snatch backtalk. He was spanking my piddling pussy with his hands. Those big man hands. My body was shaking.

Rick turned me around and pushed me backwards onto the bed and spread my legs wide. He stared at my Henry Sweet spot while I stared at his side. He was drinking me in.

'' nookie me. ``

He did n't take to be persuaded. His pants were in the floor and his big cock was dancing before my centre. He slapped his humanity on my clit. I could hear my juices splattering. He entered me, deep and all at once, burying his prick to the hilt. The shaft pushed the head deep into me and it hurt so upright. slack at first but then faster.

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

'' You 're a bad young lady, Amanda. I 'm married. You know I 'm married. Are you a whore like your mother ? Are you happy ? You made me trickster on my married woman, Amanda. You need to be punished. A whore gets punished. ``

fucking. I did n't manage. I did n't need brassy cigarettes or booze. I just wanted this man 's cock. If I was a working girl, then hallelujah this was heaven.

And he was spanking me hard. I whimpered. Over and over he spanked me, my ass shaking with each lap. I cried out. A few weeping welled up in my optic but I could n't recount if it was from vivid pain or joy. The two hand merged.

He slammed his massive cock back into my pussycat and pounded it over and over. He was dripping with my essence. slick tool. wrick 's satiny 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 piffling prostitute, Amanda ? ''

'' severalise me you are my prostitute ! ``

'' I am your cocotte ''

Holy fucking bullshit I was his whore. Fuck yeah.

I felt like my eubstance was splitting. He was ripping me apart with his thrusts. He was pounding harder, he reached around to grab my mamilla 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 force out. He turned me around and pushed me to my stifle, which was easy to do since I felt like my branch were wet noodles.

Hot, pasty liquid shot at my face. One, two, three, four, five ... my whole boldness was covered in his cum.

Rick took the head teacher of his gumshoe and moved the cum from my cheek into my oral cavity and I sucked if off of his still firm dick. He smeared the cum across my facial expression and into my sass, making me taste him.

'' Do you taste yourself, Amanda ? ''

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

I opened my eyes. There stood Becky.

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