Just one more year of this hell.

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

Cheap cigaret. Easy to total by here. My mother was a chain smoker and would n't work 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 proceeds. Which I stole. Fucking whore. Who sells pussy for cigarettes and booze ?

Rhetorical question. My female parent of course. She never cared about me or my brother but we could n't leave without her putting our characterization on Milk River cartons because soul had to feed her novel baby who never stopped crying and shitting and wanting attention. One more twelvemonth and the bitch was on her own.

I got up and left the bathroom, the alone home with any concealment. I was going out. piece of tail her and her men and the kid who would probably never sleep together her father. sin, my mother probably did n't know her father.

You would recall I would be more harmonic to the situation being a female child growing up without a dad but getting hit on by men all my life. honk fucks.

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

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

'' I have a trial tomorrow and I have to study ! ''

That was a lie. Well, the studying percentage was a lie. I 'm sure I had a test but I had better things to do than study. Actually I WAS going to analyze. I was going to stare at my effective friend 's step-dad. God he was hot. He had obscure haircloth and middle and judging by the buldge in his bloomers, he had a big putz to go along with those good looks.

'' Amanda ! Do n't you make bold leave this theater .... '' That was the stopping point thing I heard as I slammed the dorsum door and kicked my way through the dry leaves across the row of lawns on our street. Safer going behind firm here than walking on the street.

motherfucker. Forgot my cigaret.

A few minutes 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 while longer because she had band practice. geek. She was nice though and ache. Had to overhaul senior year somehow so why not let a wise best friend with a hot step-dad who I was planning to fuck ?

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

Rick answered the room access. He looked distracted.

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

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

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

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

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

'' She went to church. ``

Sweet.

So crick how about you and me go have a go at it in your bed while your wife is gone and before Becky gets home ? That 's what I said in my headspring. Instead I sat down and watched him houseclean his shotgun. His handwriting moved up and down the barrel and I do n't bonk why that turned me on but I was n't going to sit here and rive tomentum when I could do 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 hand and leaned over to where my knocker 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 ? ``

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

I laughed and handed his cleaning rag back to him. I saw his dark centre drink me in. I used that second to put my hand right on his crotch and firmly feel the buldge I was always looking at. He hardened in my handwriting. He tried backing up but I put my digit to his lips and trailed it down his Kuki and throat and breast, playing with his chest hair that was visible from the wife beater he was wearing.

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

I had another wet spot he needed to feel.

'' You know, hayrick, I never had a daddy. I never had no pa to love me or paddle me. ``

That caught him off guard. I knew he spanked Becky a few times when she was deep occur place on the weekends. She got pissed about it but I was turned on by it and I asked her too many head about it and made her uncomfortable. She said he used his belt on her and once he even made her drop her gasp. That got me so wet thinking about it. I never had a dada or a whole tone daddy that cared enough about me to keep me in line of products. All I had was those fucking men my mother brought home that was usually drunk and wanted to cop a feeling or brush up against me. Sickened me. This was dissimilar. 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 manus and placed it on my thigh and prodded him towards my sugariness spot. He seemed aflutter but I just acted like this was convention. He hesitated but did n't stop. I sat on the coffee table in straw man of him and spread open my branch to receive him to refer me.

He did.

Oh god. The way his hands felt. My puss was throbbing and soaking wet. I 'm sure my blue jean were dampen with my juices that were flowing. I felt conclusion to cumming just from the mentation of him entering me with his bare finger. I felt him tug at my whack.

holy place bullshit this was going to happen.

I leaned my top dog backwards. I did n't want to relieve oneself eye contact. Afraid that would wear out his confidence or make him feel guilty. Just take me like you own me, I thought.

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

My belt was off and he was unbuttoning my trouser 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 jeans down to my thighs. He worked his digit into the English of my panties and felt my pussy lips 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 ready to train him in.

I just breathed in and pushed his fingers further inside. He found my clitoris and started flicking it. He knew what he was doing. He had both hands now. Pulling my panties down. I dared to look at him and he was staring at my cunt. He opened my back talk wide and asterisk. I leaned back to give him easier accession. With one hand I took off a shoe and then the other. He slid my pants down and I brought my genu up to avail side them off. My pantie came off next and his mouth found my wet puss. Those beautiful rim 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 fingerbreadth entered me. One, then two.

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

And ready. I wanted his dick in me.

I stood up and turned around with my ass in his side ; my work force unconditional on the burnt umber table before me. He took one hand and ran it down my spine and parted my ass cheek and he put his tongue in between my ass cheeks ! I had never had anyone touch me like this. I was gasping. My pussy was wet and my sassing was dry. I could n't swallow. The noises that escaped my pharynx sounded hoarse and my articulation was cracking.

'' Spank me. ``

'' Have you been bad ? ``

I 'm being bad now, I thought.

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

turd. Maybe that was n't a good theme to fetch up his step daughter. What if this brought him back to the reality of what he was doing ? Shit. son of a bitch. Irish bull. Shit. Shit.

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

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

Hell yes.

He picked up his knock off the floor and he placed my hands on his bed, slightly bending me forward in the process. I felt the leather chute over my ass. Just being touched with the leather was making my heart lb. I was a minuscule fright but a lot turned on. I felt his fingers splitting my lips, entering me. I could listen how wet I was. He sloshed my juices around with his two fingerbreadth until I was shivering. He reached up and bear upon my bosom, leaving a lead of my juices. The fan in the recession of the room was hitting my skin and the wet spots were feeling a cool virtuoso but I was cypher but pure heat.

The leather was tapped against my ass again.

'' Ready ? ``

I could only moan.

The first off smack of the belt against my bare ass was cheap and it shocked me. I never felt this before. It hurt but it felt undecomposed at the same time. Again. That metre the sting increased and I could feel my slit becoming a pool.

Again his swath made contact with my ass, wrapping around me. Suddenly I felt a scag on my pussy lips. He was spanking my minuscule pussy with his hands. Those big man hands. My body was shaking.

Rick turned me around and pushed me backwards onto the bed and distribute my legs wide. He stared at my sweet daub while I stared at his face. He was drinking me in.

'' piece of tail me. ``

He did n't require to be persuaded. His trouser were in the floor and his big dick was dancing before my eyes. He slapped his manhood on my clit. I could hear my succus splattering. He entered me, bass and all at once, burying his shaft to the hilt. The shaft pushed the head deep into me and it hurt so honest. Slow at first but then faster.

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

'' You 're a bad girl, Amanda. I 'm wed. You know I 'm marry. Are you a whore like your female parent ? Are you happy ? You made me swindle on my wife, Amanda. You need to be punished. A sporting lady gets punished. ``

Fuck. I did n't wish. I did n't involve cheap coffin nail or hard drink. I just wanted this man 's dick. If I was a whore, then hallelujah this was heaven.

And he was spanking me hard. I whimpered. Over and over he spanked me, my ass shaking with each poke. I cried out. A few tears welled up in my oculus but I could n't tell if it was from intense pain or pleasure. The two helping hand merged.

He slammed his monumental putz back into my pussy and pounded it over and over. He was dripping with my essence. Slick hawkshaw. hayrick 's slick peter. It was out of my kitty-cat and into my ass.

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

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

'' evidence me you are my whore ! ``

'' I am your tart ''

Holy fucking prick I was his prostitute. Fuck yeah.

I felt like my soundbox was splitting. He was ripping me apart with his push. 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 deplumate out. He turned me around and pushed me to my human knee, which was easy to do since I felt like my peg were wet dome.

Hot, sticky liquid blastoff at my face. One, two, three, four, five ... my wholly face was covered in his cum.

Rick took the head of his gumshoe and moved the cum from my cheek into my mouth and I sucked if off of his still firm dick. He smeared the cum across my face and into my sassing, making me taste him.

'' Do you try out yourself, Amanda ? ''

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

I opened my eyes. There stood Becky.

tinker's damn .