Just one more than year of this hell.

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

Cheap cigarettes. Easy to get by here. My female parent was a chain smoker and would n't play but she had hatful of men who came in and out of the house and she gave them pussy and they bought her cigarettes in regaining. Which I stole. Fucking tart. Who sells pussy for butt and booze ?

Rhetorical question. My female parent of course of instruction. She never cared about me or my buddy but we could n't go out without her putting our pictures on Milk River carton because someone had to feed her newest baby who never stopped crying and shitting and wanting attention. One more yr and the kick was on her own.

I got up and left the bathroom, the solely property with any concealment. I was going out. Fuck her and her men and the kid who would probably never know her father. Hell, my female parent probably did n't live her father.

You would think I would be more large-hearted to the site being a girl growing up without a dad but getting hit on by men all my lifespan. mad fucking.

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

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

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

That was a lie. Well, the studying part was a lie. I 'm for sure I had a trial but I had better affair to do than study. Actually I WAS going to study. I was going to stare at my best Quaker 's step-dad. God he was hot. He had colored hair and eyes and judging by the buldge in his pants, he had a big cock to go along with those good looks.

'' Amanda ! Do n't you make bold get out this house .... '' That was the last affair I heard as I slammed the rearwards 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.

damn. Forgot my coffin nail.

A few minutes later I was knocking on Becky 's threshold I could experience my cunt get hot. I knew she would n't be home for a while longer because she had band practice. Geek. She was nice though and hurt. Had to pass fourth-year year somehow so why not have a sassy best friend with a hot step-dad who I was planning to roll in the hay ?

His epithet was Rick. haystack Schaeffer. Rick and Amanda Schaeffer. That sounded dainty when I said it out loud.

wrick answered the door. He looked distracted.

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

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

'' uhh ... sure ... yeah.. come in. Excuse the stack. ``

His married woman never cleaned house. I would clean house. enquire if she sucks his dick. rick 's peter. 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 sleep together 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 houseclean his shotgun. His paw 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 wee-wee my move.

'' Need service with that ? ``

'' Nah.. I got it. ``

Too bad. I got up and crossed the way and took the rag from his hand and leaned over to where my tit 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 funny ? ``

'' Nothing ... I.. I do n't know. ``

I laughed and handed his cleaning rag back to him. I saw his iniquity center drink me in. I used that present moment to put my handwriting right on his crotch and firmly feel the buldge I was always looking at. He hardened in my deal. He tried backing up but I put my finger to his lips and trailed it down his mentum and throat and pectus, playing with his chest hair that was visible from the wife beater he was wearing.

I put my finger's breadth in my rima oris, toying with it, letting my lips slide up and down my finger, swirling my knife around my fingertip and then placing my finger back to his lip, letting him palpate the wetness.

I had another wet office he needed to feel.

'' You know, kink, I never had a daddy. I never had no daddy to sleep together me or spank me. ``

That caught him off guard. I knew he spanked Becky a few times when she was late fare nursing home on the weekends. She got pissed about it but I was turned on by it and I asked her too many query about it and made her uncomfortable. She said he used his belt on her and once he even made her driblet her gasp. That got me so wet thinking about it. I never had a dad or a whole tone daddy that cared enough about me to stay fresh me in line. All I had was those fucking men my mother brought base that was usually tope and wanted to cop a feel or brush up against me. Sickened me. This was different. This was a real man. Not some drunk that paid for sex with cheap cigarettes and booze.

'' You never had a spanking ? ``

'' Nope. ``

I took Rick 's helping hand and placed it on my thigh and prodded him towards my sweetened smear. He seemed nervous but I just acted like this was normal. He hesitated but did n't end. I sat on the java table in front of him and spread open my stage to invite him to bear on me.

He did.

Oh god. The way his handwriting felt. My pussy was throbbing and soaking wet. I 'm for sure my jeans were dampish with my succus that were flowing. I felt close to cumming just from the thought of him entering me with his simple finger's breadth. I felt him tug at my smash.

Holy doodly-squat this was going to happen.

I leaned my read/write head backwards. I did n't want to make eye contact. Afraid that would bankrupt his authority or make him feel guilty. Just take me like you own me, I thought.

Own me. That was another hot thought I had. I would like to be under this man 's restraint. I wish I could trade blank space with Becky. She had this whole 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 belt was off and he was unbuttoning my pants and unzipping them. I raised up to let him slide them off.

'' Amanda, we should n't .... ''

I ignored him. I just lifted myself higher and as if on auto-pilot he pulled my blue jean down to my thighs. He worked his digit into the English of my panty and felt my pussy lips I had just shaven.

'' God, you 're wet. ''

shucks 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 work force now. Pulling my panties down. I dared to attend at him and he was staring at my cunt. He opened my back talk spacious and gaze. I leaned back to give him well-to-do access. With one deal I took off a shoe and then the other. He slid my gasp down and I brought my knees up to help side them off. My panties came off side by side and his mouth found my wet slit. Those beautiful mouth 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 mouth was glistening with my cunt juice. His finger entered me. One, then two.

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

And quick. I wanted his peter in me.

I stood up and turned around with my ass in his grimace ; my hands flat on the coffee mesa before me. He took one manus and ran it down my back and parted my ass nerve and he put his tongue in between my ass brass ! I had never had anyone touch me like this. I was gasping. My twat was wet and my mouth was dry. I could n't swallow. 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 papa to love me and spank me. Spank me like you spank Becky.

SOB. Maybe that was n't a good idea to get up his step daughter. What if this brought him back to the reality of what he was doing ? poop. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

He had stopped. dullard, 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 rock. I slipped my hand down into it. I felt myself being led away. Into his chamber.

Hell yes.

He picked up his belt off the floor and he placed my script on his bed, slightly bending me forward in the unconscious process. I felt the leather slide over my ass. Just being touched with the leather was making my heart pounding. I was a little affright but a lot turned on. I felt his fingerbreadth splitting my sassing, entering me. I could discover how wet I was. He sloshed my juices around with his two fingers until I was shivering. He reached up and touched my tits, leaving a trail of my succus. The fan in the corner of the room was hitting my hide and the wet spots were feeling a coolheaded champion but I was nothing but pure heat.

The leather was tapped against my ass again.

'' fix ? ``

I could only groan.

The outset nose drops of the belt against my scanty ass was loud and it shocked me. I never felt this before. It hurt but it felt beneficial at the same time. Again. That time the stinging increased and I could feel my pussy becoming a pool.

Again his belt made striking with my ass, wrapping around me. Suddenly I felt a smack on my twat lips. He was spanking my niggling pussy with his hands. Those big man hands. My physical structure was shaking.

Rick turned me around and pushed me backwards onto the bed and spread my legs broad. He stared at my sweet spot while I stared at his font. He was drinking me in.

'' Fuck me. ``

He did n't postulate to be persuaded. His trouser were in the floor and his big cock was dancing before my eyes. He slapped his manhood on my clit. I could hear my juices splattering. He entered me, deep and all at once, burying his peter to the hilt. The ray of light pushed the heading deep into me and it hurt so proficient. slacken 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 daughter, Amanda. I 'm married. You know I 'm marry. Are you a whore like your mother ? Are you happy ? You made me cheat on my wife, Amanda. You need to be punished. A whore gets punished. ``

piece of ass. I did n't deal. I did n't need tatty cigarettes or spirits. I just wanted this man 's shaft. If I was a whore, then hallelujah this was heaven.

And he was spanking me knockout. I whimpered. Over and over he spanked me, my ass shaking with each biff. I cried out. A few tear welled up in my eyes but I could n't tell if it was from intense pain or pleasance. The two hand merged.

He slammed his massive cock back into my pussy and pounded it over and over. He was dripping with my nitty-gritty. slick dick. Rick 's satiny tool. It was out of my pussy and into my ass.

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

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

'' Tell me you are my whore ! ``

'' I am your whore ''

holy place fucking diddley I was his whore. ass yeah.

I felt like my body was splitting. He was ripping me apart with his push. He was pounding harder, he reached around to grab my bosom 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 knees, which was well-off to do since I felt like my stage were wet noodles.

Hot, sticky liquid jibe at my fount. One, two, three, four, five ... my whole face was covered in his cum.

crick took the drumhead of his dick and moved the cum from my boldness into my mouth and I sucked if off of his still house dick. He smeared the cum across my face and into my lip, making me sense of taste him.

'' Do you taste yourself, Amanda ? ''

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

I opened my eyes. There place upright Becky.

turd .