On a late Sabbatum night, Lacey was lying on her bed reading a powder magazine when she heard the front door slam. Checking her clock she was slightly put off as her mom and her boyfriend Ian were not supposed to be back from their date for at least another hour. She did not really care and dutifully got up and descended the steps to the living room to recognize them. Seeing her mom taking off her coat she opened her lip 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 find your course credit add-in, '' Ian shouted back.

'' I didn't say you needed to look for it. ``

'' Well you were the one who wanted to drive. I would take in been perfectly happy to drive. Then maybe I wouldn't have seen your speech sound when your former fellow texted. ``

'' Don't call him that. We aren't even serious, '' Janet, Lacey 's mom, tried to defend herself. She was not doing a near job of it.

'' Mom, are you cheating on Ian ? '' Lacey asked with plain 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 house rent free would suggest as such, '' Ian retorted. He had just entered the keep way from the kitchen.

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

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

Janet looked black-and-blue with anger. `` Sweetie, you don't want to hear all this. Just go back upstairs for now, '' she instructed Lacey.

Lacey looked at Ian for confirmation. She somewhat wanted to be a part of the conversation to fall. Maybe she could facilitate them harmonise. If they really did offend up, it would not just be Janet who would have to leave the piazza they now called home.

Ian shooed Lacey away with his hand, informing her that she was unneeded. Reluctantly, Lacey sauntered back up the stairs. No Sooner had the threshold to her room shut than the shouting started again. Groaning she put on a headset and began to listen to music on her earpiece to swim it out. Once she had turned up the volume enough to make sure she could try none of the shouting, she resumed reading her magazine.

Before hanker she forgot everything else and was engrossed in her reading. She did not even notice when the room access to her elbow room opened. She did however feel the weightiness of individual sitting down on the bed behind her. Feeling annoyed at having been sent away earlier, she did not bother looking at them. She wanted to be petty and dismiss them for as long as possible.

A magnanimous hired hand touching her butt revealed that the person in question was Ian and not her mother. He did that from prison term to meter, patted her bottom when he wanted her attention instead of tapping her shoulder. She did not really take care as she liked Ian as a somebody. 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 music was, Ian began to talk to Lacey as if she could hear him. `` I don't want you to consider less off either your mom or me because of this. We both decided that we need some fourth dimension apart. That may sound like we 'll get back together soon, but I 'll be honest I 'm sort of past wanting her book binding at this point. She 's already left. I don't know where she 's going to go and I really couldn't tutelage less right now. ``

Ian paused and waited for Lacey to say anything. Of course, she could not hear him at all. She was still pretending to ignore his bearing while listening to her blaring music. `` I don't want to be unreasonable, '' Ian continued. `` I know you have school day and moving now would cut off that. I 'm leave to let just you stay until summertime. If your mom has found a new place by then, you 'll go back with her. I feel that is More than funfair. ``

Once again, Ian waited for Lacey to answer. She simply kicked her infantry and hummed along to the song on her phone. He tapped her butt twice more and even gave it a slightly concentrated whack ; still no response. Annoyed he decided to tease her a short. He pulled on her trunks, sliding them down her legs and exposing her pump photographic print panties.

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

After another three slaps, he decided to up the ante. He slid his thumbs into the waist of her panties. She stifled a gasp as he tickled her slight making love handles. Her crotch felt frigidness when he slid her panties down to her thigh. She wiggled her butt as she tried to readjust herself again. At the Saami time he slapped her bare ass, loud and hard. She bit her lip to retain from yelping. Another smacking and she was almost ready to chip in in.

He was no longer trying to get her attention though ; he was simply punishing her cheekiness. He slapped each of her one shot butt cheeks repeatedly. She moaned out loud, still biting her lip. Her oculus rolled back in her nous and she dropped her magazine. She jolted and squealed with each smacking, forgetting that she could probably get him to stop if she just asked him to.

Ian was fast draw a blank why he was spanking her. He was just watching his lady friend 's daughter 's ass bounce and shake with each hit. It was mesmerizing. Lacey had a much good figure than her mom. While Janet was on the skinny side, Lacey was slightly plump. Not enough to be called fat by any means. She just filled out any outfit she wore. Her clothes always looked cockeyed around the bureau and second joint region. Her plump legs clung together perfectly to blot out her crotch from view.

Ian was thinking about it though. He kept trying to spank her in such a way that her ass would purloin and point him her private position. When he thought about it too much, he acted on inherent aptitude. She gasped as he, rather than spanking her, pushed his hired man between her stage and pressed the tips of his digit against her bare genitalia. He felt something warm and damp.

Unfortunately, he had just crossed a note. Lacey opened her mouth and screamed for her female parent. Acting before thinking, Ian put his helping hand on the backrest of her foreland and pushed her face into the bed to stifle her shriek. As she began to fight, trying to inch herself away from his invading fingers, he reacted in the opposite, trying to work his finger's breadth further into her slightly wet crotch.

She stopped when she felt them fall away inside. It was a extraneous sensation she did not bang how to oppose to. His finger's breadth were larger than her own. She was afraid it would pain if she moved too much. He curved them upward, scrapping against the thin flesh that separated her vaginal canal from her intestines. Her eyes rolled back again as she groaned into her bed. A quiver went through her eubstance, making her look like a fish flopping atop the bed.

By then, Ian was committed. He crawled upward on the bed and pressed his articulatio genus into the small of her book binding to keep her immobilize when he finally removed his handwriting from her promontory. She lifted her human face and gasped for air. The berth she was in find even stranger due to the fact that trashy music was still blaring in her ears. She actually had yet to see or hear Ian. For all she knew this might actually be a stranger who broke into the star sign to rape her while the grownup fought with each other downstairs. Somewhere in the back of her head though she knew it was Ian. She just knew.

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

With her face no longer hidden, her future narrow escape was much Sir Thomas More clear. She gasped in a breathy sexy way, moaning in rebuff pain. Ian stared down at her with a sudden look of esteem. 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 fourth dimension ago had he not loved Lacey so much.

All of that was melting away now. Sweeping her blonde hair away from the spine of her neck, he kept looking down at her like a different person. No longer seeing her as a daughter, he wanted to address her as a sexual object. He wanted to force that sound 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 marvelous girl out of his life story. He could make her his in a different way.

'' Please, '' she managed a slight charge as he stroked her whisker. He was treating her gently. Perhaps if she begged he would sense bad and let her go. She did not realize that her soft voice only egged him on. He wanted to try her moaning and squealing because of him. He had always thought he would ingest to watch her grow up and get a swain. He had dreaded that day. How easily he had rectified that fear. If only he had done this sooner.

Lacey breathed in deeply as she felt his fingers moving inside her. He definitely wanted her to find him. sorry than just using her body, he wanted to lay down her think about it too. She could hardly consider that the man who had taken care of her and treated her like a daughter for years was now taking it all back with interest.

For the next ten minutes she just laid there in agony, both mental and forcible, 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 feel liquid seeping down her thighs. There was a spiritlessness she felt whenever his finger brushed the sides of her canal.

She was storm when he bundled up her haircloth and used it to wring her fountainhead sideways. He pressed his brim to hers and forced his tongue past her tooth. Her eye focused enough for her to look at his nerve. She blushed in embarrassment. Kissing someone whose fingers were inside of her at that very mo was too a good deal. Like a inundation, liquidity gushed out between her stage, soaking her bed. She was utterly humiliated but he just kept kissing her like it was convention. She felt resentment. He had slept with several cleaning lady, her mother included. This was her low time. He should be treating her particular, 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 here and now he broke the kiss. She was lying there, panting for breath. Her facial expression was completely red and her heart were filled with tears. Her bangs were soaked with exertion and sticking to her os frontale. She was aware that her panties were still around her thighs and felt ashamed. Something felt wrong about still wearing them. If she was fully naked it would just somehow be better. Instead she felt sticky and constricted. Her legs hurt from not being able-bodied to broadcast 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 tit, exposing her bra. She squinted at him in uncomfortable annoyance as he undid the social movement clasp. Her vauntingly bust sprang loose, bouncing obscenely. She covered her case with her arms in disgrace. She had always hated her boob. They were large and her ring of color were, in her feeling, too coloured. uncollectible yet, her teat were quite obviously erect. She did not want to be aroused by what was happening to her.

She uncovered her face to look when something wet enveloped one of her nipples. Ian was sucking on her titty greedily. It felt odd. Knowing little to nil about her own organic structure and why it was reacting this way, she was scared. She knew about sex but did not actualise that having her nipples touched and in this typeface licked would cause her crotch to tingle.

Ian smiled when he saw her locomote her manus to her cunt. She brushed against it lightly, trying not to await like she was touching herself. Ian took it as an invitation to agitate his fingers into her, pulling her fingers with him. `` Stop ! '' she shouted as more tears spilled down her face, creating white lines atop the red.

Ian did stop. She sounded extremely desperate. For a present moment his fatherly instincts kicked in. He stared at her with concern but it only lasted a moment. With his early hired hand he ripped her phone off and tossed them against the wall, breaking them. `` Can you finally take heed me ? '' he asked in annoyance. `` What do you intend, finish ? Maybe you don't understand your situation yet. I kicked your cocotte of a female parent out. No money, zip. Unless she can hitchhike back to her tribe place two hr away, she 'll be sleeping on the street tonight. Do you want to end up like her ? ``

Lacey shook her head. `` That 's veracious. You 'd rather stay on in your nice warm bed tonight. Unfortunately rend isn't free. Your mom used to pay with her body but I do n't want that slut anymore. Do you recognize what that means ? ``

Lacey 's optic widened as she realized what he meant. If she wanted to stay in this star sign, she was going to have to pay economic rent by letting him have sex with her. Her maiden thought 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 ally at school day again.

pickings advantage of her dazed disposition, Ian lifted one of his legs over her so he was straddling her. Any chance she had to run had passed. She winced as he resumed fingering her pussy, making sure to scratch up her bulwark excessively. She averted her eyes as her external respiration became heavy. She was definitely ashamed to be enjoying this even a little.

She could barely centre on anything. The one thought going through her top dog was that soon it would be something else interior of her rather than his finger's breadth. If their size was anything to go off of, she was definitely going to be in some pain.

Eventually her oddity got the better of her. She looked down at his waist where he was straddling her. The swelling in his pants was quite large. He was wearing a dainty couple of trousers in expectancy of escort night with Janet. Lacey felt bad that his crusade had gone to waste. At least he was still going to get laid.

He was rocking his hips slightly as he sat on her stomach, jostling her whole eubstance. She did not experience why and found it almost risible. It took some effort not to giggle. Eventually he undid the buttons on his blouse with one hand. Then he leaned forward to kiss her again. The whisker of his chest brushed against her erect pap making her groan. He liked the audio and dug his fingers 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 fingers and wanted to lay down her flavor even better.

Knowing she was not going to get out of this, she decided the best option would be to get him to hurry up. She freed her hand from his fingers and grabbed the extrusion in his gasp. He was definitely surprised. She unzipped him and let his stopcock bounce out. It was definitely big as she had suspected. `` That thing is going inside me, '' she gulped nervously.

'' Are n't you eagre, '' Ian chuckled as he slid down her body to position himself at her shank. She gasped when she felt the straits of his turncock copse against the outside of her cunt. Just knowing it was something entirely different than his digit made it alien. He moved it all around the opening to tease apart her Thomas More before he finally started to push in.

Her eye began to water from the pain immediately. She threw her header back and clenched her teeth. A low growl grew in her lungs until she was screaming. She moved her arm to her face and bit the cover of her own wrist in an attempt to exclude herself up. Ian had one hand on her impudence and was petting her gently. `` full girl, '' he coaxed her.

She did not think to but instinctively she jerked upward on the bed, trying to lift herself off of him. He thrust forward to keep himself inside of her. Her head word fell off the border of the mattress and bumped the side of the bedstead. Her eyes spun in her head as the infliction of three things encompassed her at once.

All she could call up about was how horrible sex must be for women. In what little porn 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 salacious things. Why did men like it so much when the women obviously did not bask it ? Perhaps what they actually liked was getting to dominate the woman.

For some reason the memory of her outflank protagonist 's low gear beau came to mind. He was baby faced and cute. He followed Sarah around like puppy dog and swore he loved her and wanted aught but to see her smiling. Eventually he pressured her into sex though. Realizing how much it must hold hurt Sarah at the prison term, Lacey was definitely convinced that everything he had said about loving her was a lie just so he could stuff his dick inside of her. Men caring about fair sex 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 years just waiting for this chance.

A particularly hard poking from Ian brought Lacey back from her incoherent thoughts. She finally stopped biting her arm so she could verbalise. `` Fuck, cut it out ! '' she shouted without thinking.

Ian was confused for a moment. A hard slap to her face followed. `` Watch your language youthful 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 chest and belly and the spot where their fork met. Shiny argumentation 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 realize that zip he said now could fix this. Ian frowned. He somehow had hoped she would savour this even though he knew it was impossible. By no agency was he going to block up though. `` Ow, '' she whined as he thrust into her harder. `` Please be gentler, '' she pleaded. Ian slapped her face again, leaving a red hand print. `` What the piece of tail ? '' she screamed in confusion.

'' I 've always wanted to fuck a girl roughly, '' Ian admitted. `` Of course Janet would never let me. If you 're going to detest it either way, I may as well consume some fun. '' He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

She moaned at outset but suddenly began to yell when he sunk his teeth into it. `` Son of a bitch ! '' she screamed in pain in the neck. He thrust into her cunt harder as penalization for swearing. `` Please…. blockage, '' she begged him. `` Do you like hurting me ? '' Rather than answering, Ian grabbed her other pap and twisted it. `` You bastard, you 're actually trying to make it bad ! '' she shrieked.

With his foot, Ian pushed her panty down the balance of the way so her ramification could finally fall open completely. He then pulled them up between her and him so that her knees were being pressed into her chest every time he thrust into her. `` They 're not meant to deform like that, '' she groaned. He pulled her implements of war 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 push her ankle behind her neck. Looking down she could see her own hip os sticking out oddly. She had always been a elastic fille but she felt this was excessive.

Once he was for sure her legs were there to stay, he returned his attention to her breasts. He slapped each of them a few metre and then twisted both her mammilla at the same time. `` Uh huh, that really hurts, '' she mumbled instead of screaming this time. It was more of a confirmation than a complaint. Her heart were fixed on his human face, waiting for him to do something else.

He dragged his fingernails down her chest, leaving red stripe. `` smell Mommy, I 'm Ian 's new fucktoy. It 's not so gruelling, '' Lacey refused to let in to being in pain. She had forgotten that swearing would get her slapped though. `` Ow, '' she tried not to react. The face of her face was stinging now and her nose was running slightly. It was a piffling hard to hold on her mighty eye capable as her cheek was starting to swell.

When he did not strike his hand from her face, she turned her head slightly and opened her mouthpiece. She let his digit trace her lip a few times before she started to lick and suck them. `` Do you want to try harder ? '' she was almost taunting him. He grabbed her lingua and twisted it as punishment. `` Harder, '' she mumbled as best she could. He pushed his thumb further into her mouth. When she moved her tongue he almost shoved it into the rachis of her throat.

She began to cough and unsay. The wall of her throat massaged his thumb. She felt like she had a swelling in her throat. He scrapped the sides of her mouth as he pulled his thumb out. `` Ow, '' she muttered when she could speak again.

poking into her slit again, he slid her further off the bed. At the same time he leaned back, putting some of his weight into fucking her. Then he reached behind himself and between her peg. She gasped when she felt his spittle coated thumb pressing against her prick. `` What are you doing ? '' she asked drearily.

With one thrust he shoved inside her SOB. Her intumesce eye began to twinge as the sensation filled her abdomen. 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 bridge player Ian pressed down atop her paw, putting weight on her belly.

Lacey 's oculus rolled back as she retched. She did not actually throw up though. `` seed on, this doesn't hurt ; it just feels Wyrd, '' she began to taunt him again. `` Maybe if you shoved your peter in my laughingstock it would hurt more. Would you like that ? Do you want to fuck a Thomas Young girl 's asshole ? ``

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

'' Shut up, '' Ian cut her off. Without warning he grabbed her leg and pulled them out from behind her head. She winced in pain as they returned to their normal position. He then pulled his prick out of her puss, leaving a slight trail of blood from her hymen. She groaned dizzily as he flipped her onto her presence. He had to deplumate on her ankle joint to get her back on the bed completely. Her face was buried in her pillow but she still yelped when his pecker entered her cunt again.

The sound of his thighs slapping against her round of drinks target filled the way. She just lay still as he thrust into her repeatedly. When he got world-weary 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 savour fucking bald female child ? ``

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

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

She used her stifle to uprise her ass off the bed and driving force 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 much. Your dick is so big inside of me. Are n't you fold to cumming yet ? Why don't you cum inside me. I know mom never let you do that. Fill my underage uterus with your cum. I could get pregnant. You could give birth a kid of your own. You don't want to injure your baby 's mother, do you ? ``

Ian relaxed his grip on her carpus but still held onto her arm. He yanked on it, pulling her backward into him at the same meter he thrust again. `` That 's right, '' she gasped. `` cave in me my start taste of cum. cook me addicted to it. I 'm not paying rent, I 'm taking mammy 's place. I 'm you 're girlfriend now. No, I 'm your fucktoy. You don't have to take up me on day of the month or anything. I belong to you. You can fuck me any clock 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 book binding of her head, pressing her mouth over his dick. She squealed when she felt fond 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 face was red from lack of breathing. She slapped his arm a few time before resorting to digging her fingernails into his hand. He finally released her. She pulled her straits up and gasped for air. `` You ca n't bed me if I 'm absolutely, '' she hiccupped.

Ian watched her thorax rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. `` God, I 'm all sticky and sweaty, '' she finally sighed. `` I 'm gon na go pack a shower. '' She began to grovel toward the edge of the bed. Ian grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his lap.

'' I 'm not running away, '' she assured him. `` If you want you can unite me. I 'll bend 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 musical composition of nub. I know my stead now. If I don't want to get broken by you, I 've got to keep my Worth, right ? '' She stared at him with cold can eyes.

'' This is n't what I wanted, '' Ian tried to argue.

'' Then what did you want ? You wanted an tardily fuck, right ? If that 's not genuine, we can blab out about it later. If you want to be my dad again, I can think about it. Right now, I just want to shower down. volition you let me do that much ? ``

Ian slowly removed his hired man from her waistline and let her crawl off the bed. He watched as she stretched her sore muscle. When she bent down to allude her toes he got a wax prospect of her haemorrhage bitch, the red hand prints on her ass, and her slightly swollen anus. He really did a issue on her. Still she seemed somehow O.K.. For that he was glad.

Whatever was to happen next, it was not a matter of pardon. There was no way things could go back to normal. Hopefully she would be willing to accept her new role as a kettle of fish for his luxuria. He definitely had no design of letting her go .