Untamed Passion

I winced as he looked inside the wallet, and I saw his eyes widen with shock. He looked up at me, and I realised at that moment that he knew

exactly what I had done. I could feel my cheeks burning red, I must have looked guilty as sin. There were no more quick excuses or believable lies inside my panic-stunned brain. All I could do was watch in dismay as his face turned a deep shade of crimson and he stomped towards me.

“So you’re stealing things now?” he snapped, stopping right in front of me and looking me square in the eyes “you were always disobedient, Klara but I never pegged you as a petty thief. I have no choice but to report you to the police.”

To my utter shock he reached down my top, grabbing the roll of notes from between my breasts and yanking it free. But he did it with such force that the buttons of my dress burst open, and my huge tits sprang free. I gasped in shock, covering them with my arms while he fixed me with an intense stare.

Something had changed in his expression. He was still angry, but now there was a new layer to his rage. I tried to hold my dress together and shield my breasts from his eyes, but it was no use. Of all the days for me not to wear a bra!

“Oh yes” my stepdad said in a low voice “you were always such a naughty girl. Always in need of discipline. I suppose some things never change.”

Suddenly I felt a searing pain on my cheek, and stars appeared before my eyes. There was a loud ringing noise in my ear, as I finally realised that my stepdad had slapped me hard across the face. Tears filled my eyes as I looked at him in confusion.

“Accept your punishment” my stepdad said, calmly “and I’m willing to forget all of this ever happened”

Then, to my utter surprise my stepdad grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me hard on the mouth. What the hell was going on? I tried to pull away from the kiss at first, but my stepdad held me firmly in place. He slid his tongue into my mouth, and massaged mine with lustful strokes. I was absolutely powerless.

My stepdad pulled away from me, and looked me up and down.

“Look I… I’m…” I stuttered, but then SMACK! Another hard slap landed against my cheek. I was disturbed by the way that the pain made me feel.

Instead of arousing fear and distress in me, the strange humiliation made me feel excited. I couldn’t understand what was happening to me. All I knew was that my pussy was starting to gently throb in my panties.

“Do you accept your punishment?” My stepdad snapped. His eyes were blazing, and he looked like a man possessed. The look of rage and desperation on his face made me feel confused and queasy, but also sent tingles up and down my spine. I knew I had no choice but to give myself over to him. I nodded in response to this question.

He sprang into action then, grabbing me by the hair and dragging me over to the dining room table. Then he reached into my pocket and pulled out my gloves, knotting them together and tying my hands together with them, using expert precision. I barely had time to squeal with fright before he bent me over the table, slamming me forwards onto the hard wood.

“Naughty girl” my stepdad breathed, before yanking down my panties and lifting up my dress. I felt my face beginning to flush. I couldn’t believe I was bent over with my ass and pussy on display, my panties around my ankles — in front of my own stepdad!

I heard him unzip his pants, and felt him shifting position behind me. Then I squealed as he spanked me hard on my bare ass. I became aware that I was getting some sort of strange thrill out of being dominated by him. I could tell, because my pussy was growing warmer and wetter by the minute. I felt so utterly foolish and ashamed, and that only turned me on even more.

“What are you, Klara?” my stepdad barked, spanking me even harder now “tell me what you are!”

“I’m a naughty little girl” I whimpered, my voice straining under his hard slaps “and a dirty little thief!”

My words clearly pleased him, because he grunted in response and stopped spanking me. But I then felt his fingers trailing the crease of my ass, before plunging deep inside my tight ass hole. I cried out in pain, totally shocked by this new and harsh sensation. But my cries only earned me a few swift spanks on my ass cheek. I bit my lip and screwed my eyes shut, knowing that I had to take this.

As my stepdad’s fingers pushed in further, I felt my pussy juices beginning to flow. The pain and humiliation were scrambling my thoughts. I couldn’t think straight, all I could do was concentrate on the throbbing between my legs, and the strange sensation in my ass. I suddenly wanted to feel something inside my pussy too. It was absolutely insane.

“Now” my stepdad said, in a voice just above a whisper “I’m going to fuck you harder then you’ve ever been fucked before. And you’re going squeal like a bitch, and beg your daddy to fuck you harder understood?”

I didn’t have time to respond before he sprang into action. I cried out as I felt the huge, bulging head of my stepdad’s cock pressing against my tight pussy. Then I let out a yell of pain mixed with triumphant pleasure as my stepdad’s huge prick stretched me out and filled me up so much that it hurt. I had never taken cock as big as his before, and I couldn’t believe how painful it was. But the pain was interspersed with strange feelings of pleasure, and I found myself willing him on. I gasped and whined as he began to fuck me.

“What’s that?” My stepdad grunted “I can’t hear you” “Fuck me, Daddy” I whimpered, “I want more”

My daddy’s cock slid out of me, and then slammed up inside even harder. I yelped with pain, but throbbed with pleasure at the same time.

“Please, Daddy” I gasped, my voice a little louder now “Fuck me harder”

SLAP! A hard spank landed against my ass cheek, and my daddy stuffed his cock up inside me even harder. The pain was sensational, intensifying the pleasure inside me in a way that had never felt before.

“Please, Daddy! Fuck me harder. MORE!”

I was screaming now, and found that I was grinding against the table, seeking out some pressure on my swollen clit. The pain, humiliation and downright filthiness of what we were doing was just too much to handle. It was forbidden and wrong, but I didn’t care. I just wanted my daddy’s cock to stuff me until I couldn’t think straight.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.