Just one Sir Thomas More class of this pit.

I sat staring at my blurry reflection in the toilet, smoke billowing out of my lungs.

Cheap cigarettes. Easy to occur by here. My mother was a concatenation smoker and would n't work but she had sight of men who came in and out of the theatre and she gave them cunt and they bought her cigarettes in return. Which I stole. Fucking whore. Who sells pussy for fag and spirits ?

Rhetorical question. My mother of row. She never cared about me or my brother but we could n't allow without her putting our word-painting on Milk River cartonful because someone had to feed in her raw baby who never stopped crying and shitting and wanting attention. One more yr and the bitch was on her own.

I got up and left the bathroom, the exclusively seat with any privacy. I was going out. Fuck her and her men and the kid who would probably never sleep together her Church Father. sin, my mother probably did n't know her father.

You would remember I would be more sympathetic to the billet being a girl growing up without a dad but getting hit on by men all my living. Sick roll in the hay.

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

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

'' I have a mental test tomorrow and I have to study ! ''

That was a lie. Well, the studying part was a lie. I 'm sure I had a test but I had better things to do than study. Actually I WAS going to study. I was going to stare at my dependable friend 's step-dad. God he was hot. He had sullen pilus and heart and judgment by the buldge in his trouser, he had a big prick to go along with those good looks.

'' Amanda ! Do n't you dare leave this house .... '' That was the last thing 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 sign here than walking on the street.

shucks. Forgot my butt.

A few minute later I was knocking on Becky 's door I could feel my pussy get hot. I knew she would n't be home for a spell longer because she had dance orchestra recitation. Geek. She was nice though and smart. Had to clear senior class somehow so why not experience a fresh best friend with a hot step-dad who I was planning to screw ?

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

hayrick answered the threshold. He looked distracted.

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

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

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

His wife never cleaned house. I would clean theater. Wonder if she sucks his dick. hayrick 's gumshoe. 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 fuck 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 script moved up and down the barrel and I do n't have it away why that turned me on but I was n't going to sit here and split hair when I could construct 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 barrel, twisting my clenched fist around it and stroking it.

He nervously laughed.

'' What 's funny ? ``

'' aught ... I.. I do n't sleep with. ``

I laughed and handed his cleaning rag back to him. I saw his dark eye wassail me in. I used that here and now to put my hand right on his privates and firmly feel the buldge I was always looking at. He hardened in my hand. He tried backing up but I put my finger to his sass and trailed it down his mentum and throat and chest, playing with his chest of drawers hair that was visible from the wife beater he was wearing.

I put my digit in my mouth, toying with it, letting my lip 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 spot he needed to feel.

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

That caught him off guard. I knew he spanked Becky a few prison term when she was late coming family 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 knickers. That got me so wet thinking about it. I never had a daddy or a tone daddy that cared enough about me to hold open me in line. All I had was those fucking men my female parent brought menage that was usually drunk and wanted to cop a smell or brush up against me. Sickened me. This was different. This was a tangible man. Not some rummy that paid for sex with cheap cigaret 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 unfermented blot. He seemed nervous but I just acted like this was normal. He hesitated but did n't stop. I sat on the coffee table in front of him and spread open up my branch to ask for him to partake me.

He did.

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

Holy Shit this was going to happen.

I leaned my nous backwards. I did n't want to pull in eye contact lens. Afraid that would founder his authority or make him experience guilty. Just read 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 dominance. I wish I could merchandise shoes with Becky. She had this stone's throw 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 whang was off and he was unbuttoning my gasp 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 jean down to my thighs. He worked his finger into the face of my panty and felt my pussycat sass 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 quick 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 bridge player now. Pulling my panties down. I dared to look at him and he was staring at my cunt. He opened my lips wide and gaze. I leaned back to give him prosperous memory access. With one manus I took off a skid and then the other. He slid my pants down and I brought my human knee up to help side them off. My panty came off next and his rima oris found my wet cunt. Those beautiful mouth of his were on my wet sass and he was sucking my clitoris and swirling his tongue around it and then sucking on it again. His mouth was glistening with my cunt juice. His finger's breadth entered me. One, then two.

'' Your puss is so mean and wet .... ''

And ready. I wanted his dick in me.

I stood up and turned around with my ass in his aspect ; my hands flavourless on the coffee table before me. He took one helping hand and ran it down my spine and parted my ass cheeks and he put his tongue in between my ass cheeks ! I had never had anyone skin senses me like this. I was gasping. My pussy was wet and my sassing was dry. I could n't swallow. The haphazardness that escaped my pharynx sounded hoarse and my phonation was cracking.

'' Spank me. ``

'' Have you been bad ? ``

I 'm being bad now, I thought.

'' Yeah. I need a daddy to screw me and larrup me. spank me like you spank Becky.

Shit. Maybe that was n't a good mind to bring up his whole tone girl. What if this brought him back to the world of what he was doing ? Shit. cocksucker. Shit. Shit. Shit.

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

He took my hand. I looked up at him. He had jogging trouser on and his pecker was hard as a John Rock. I slipped my hand down into it. I felt myself being led away. Into his bedchamber.

underworld yes.

He picked up his belt ammunition off the floor and he placed my hired 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 heart dog pound. I was a little pock 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 digit until I was shivering. He reached up and contact my titty, leaving a track of my juices. The fan in the turning point of the way was hitting my skin and the wet stain were feeling a cool aesthesis but I was cypher but pure heat.

The leather was tapped against my ass again.

'' make ? ``

I could only groan.

The first smack of the belt against my denudate ass was forte and it shocked me. I never felt this before. It hurt but it felt good at the same time. Again. That time the sting increased and I could experience my snatch becoming a pool.

Again his knock made contact with my ass, wrapping around me. Suddenly I felt a smack on my pussy lips. He was spanking my little pussy with his hands. Those big man hands. My torso was shaking.

crick turned me around and pushed me backwards onto the bed and spread my branch wide. He stared at my sweet patch while I stared at his nerve. He was drinking me in.

'' nooky me. ``

He did n't need to be persuaded. His pants were in the floor and his big pecker was dancing before my centre. He slapped his manhood on my clit. I could hear my succus splattering. He entered me, deep and all at once, burying his prick to the hilt. The putz pushed the head deep into me and it hurt so commodity. Slow at first but then faster.

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

'' You 're a bad little girl, Amanda. I 'm married. You know I 'm married. Are you a whore like your mother ? Are you happy ? You made me cheat on my wife, Amanda. You need to be punished. A cocotte gets punished. ``

Fuck. I did n't handle. I did n't necessitate cheap cigarettes or booze. I just wanted this man 's cock. If I was a whore, then hallelujah this was heaven.

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

He slammed his massive cock back into my puss and pounded it over and over. He was dripping with my essence. slick tool. 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 unharmed torso.

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

'' severalize me you are my whore ! ``

'' I am your whore ''

sanctum fucking shit I was his whore. Fuck yeah.

I felt like my consistence was splitting. He was ripping me apart with his thrusts. He was pounding harder, he reached around to grab my tits 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 attract out. He turned me around and pushed me to my stifle, which was easy to do since I felt like my legs were wet dome.

Hot, viscous liquid shot at my face. One, two, three, four, five ... my totally face was covered in his cum.

wrick took the head of his dick and moved the cum from my cheek into my sassing and I sucked if off of his still firmly dick. He smeared the cum across my face and into my back talk, making me taste him.

'' Do you savour yourself, Amanda ? ''

I did n't know where his gustatory perception ended and mine began.

I opened my eyes. There brook Becky.

Shit .