My Stepfather Part 3

Sunday was nice, we didn’t do anything but eat and have sex. Well that and Daddy watched some football games. That night I slept in bed with Daddy again. That night after he fucked me, I told him “I love you” but all he said was “That’s nice” and rolled over and fell asleep. That hurt. Every night that week we slept together and it was great. Mom was coming home sometime late Saturday, so Friday was to be our last night alone. As a treat, Daddy was letting me order pizza for dinner. When the doorbell rang, Daddy gave me the money to pay for it. I was scared but excited, because it was the first time someone other than Daddy would see me as a girl. The delivery man was some skinny guy in his twenties with scraggly hair. He handed me the pizza and said “Fifteen dollars miss”. I took the pizza, put it on the front hall table, turned back to him and gave him the money. “Thanks miss” he said with a wink and left.

As soon as I closed the door, Daddy was right there with an angry look on his face. “You little whore, flirting with that man” he said. “I didn’t say anything, I just paid him” I pleaded. “I saw him checking you out, ogling your tight ass, because you dress like a whore” he raged. I was wearing daisy dukes and a cropped t-shirt, but that was what Daddy had given me. I tried to tell him, but he wouldn’t listen. He grabbed my arm and dragged me with him while muttering under his breath. We went into the basement, to his work shop.

Stopping at a workbench, he bent me forward, and secured each of my wrists to the bench with a plastic tie. He then unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them and my panties to my ankles. He looked around, then picked up a wooden ruler. He raised his arm and brought the ruler down hard on my tender ass. I cried out, but that only spurred him on. He rained blows on my defenseless bottom and thighs until I was numb. He stopped, but when he looked at me rage was still in his eyes. He stepped in front of me, while opening his pants.

Freeing his cock, he grabbed my face forcing my mouth open. He then began to force feed me his whole cock. If I gagged, he would pull out then slap my face. “Whore” he snarled “you better get it nice and wet cause that’s the only lubricant you’re gonna get.” He continued to fuck my mouth and I did my best to produce as much saliva as I could. Tiring of this he pulled out and went behind me. He pried apart my cheeks and spit hard onto my puckered hole. Not pausing, he drove deep into me, not stopping until he was all the way in.

It hurt so much because of the lack of lube, but it didn’t seem to bother him.