*A passionate and intimate encounter with his twenty-something step-daughter that will ultimately change everything…*
*(Originally written as a 7 part series and now available in full.).*
I tentatively put my hands on my beautiful step-daughter’s ass cheeks as she lay there. They were exposed because she was almost naked, she was wearing a thong.
I didn’t know that she even owned one.
That must be her mother’s doing.
Her succulent flesh, the weight of her curvaceous rear. It felt so delicious as it moulded to my touch.
I didn’t want to wake her but secretly I did.
The weight and the suppleness of her young and ripe ass felt so delicious in my strong hands.
I let go.
As I released they quickly collapsed back onto each other, creating a ripple across her delicate flesh, it rebounded like a physical echo.
And then, they reformed into that perfect peach.
That robust, athletic and yet tender form of her perfect and ungodly ass.
I wanted to do it again, I wanted to separate those cheeks, feel her flesh in my hand one more time.
I wanted to do it again and then pull aside that thong.
Would she wake? Would it be better or worse if she did?
I didn’t care, I had to find out…..
I leant forward and lifted the soft flesh of her cheeks again, gently at first but I couldn’t help but grope with a little pressure as my rough hands held onto her sumptuous ass.
She stirred a little, a sigh escaped from her lips as her slender but curvaceous form shifted a little to the side and she lifted her right arm from the bed before laying it back down to rest.
For a moment I thought that she would wake, I was nervous that she would, but I also ached for her to come to and delight in what had disturbed her rest.
I tentatively let go of one cheek, letting the weight gently settle upon the divine curvature of her upper thigh.
I held onto the other one and pulled it to the side opening her ass a little and revealing her thong.
The satin black material pressed tightly onto her tight little ass hole and cupped her young, juicy, succulent pussy.
I took one finger off my free hand and slowly slipped it under the material and slid it down, the thrill as the front of my finger stroked along her flesh and the underside along with the thong.
As it raised and separated I saw the cute fleshy pink of her ass hole and the rise and form of the magnificent fruit between her legs.
She stirred a little again but I was entranced. I was salivating and had to stop myself from letting a strand of drool fall from my mouth onto her exposed body.
I began to feel the swelling in my groin, feel the shift and the ache as my cock filled with blood aroused by all of it, her natural physical appeal, my sexual delight and the taboo and the risk.
I had started and now I knew that I had to see this through, no matter the result….
Author: jamesrowestanford
A Late Morning in the Park
*(A Dom decides that his submissive needs to be punished and pleasured in a public arena for her own, his and everyone else’s benefit.)*
“I’m taking you to a park and bending you over and letting people watch you. Wear a skirt that’s short enough to reveal your ass and pussy when you bend over and no panties. See who stops and stares. When there are five people or more watching. I will insert the first toy into your little bitch ass!”
Your bratty defiance had brought us to this and you knew exactly what you were doing. The taunts and teasing, testing my authority and constantly mentioning public play and exhibitionism. But did you really think that I wasn’t still in control? Did you wonder if I would bite back? Did you know that when you pushed, how hard I would push back?
It was a beautiful day, I’d waited until around 11:00. I wanted the weather to warm up and for it to be not too busy but not just the commuters heading to work.
We walk to a popular spot and I gesture to the bench, it sits in a sunny location but under the shade of an oak tree.
You obediently, for a change, kneel on the bench, facing the back of the seat. A wry smirk spreads across your face as you bend over and offer up your rear. I make sure that your skirt clings to your hips and stays in place so that all your intimate and delicious parts are clearly on display.
At first, of course, it’s predominantly men who stop to watch but then also a woman or two.
I spread your ass cheeks and rub up and down on your ass hole and pussy. Gasps of shock fill the air and jaws literally drop, but some of the men instinctively start touching their groin, as they witness your own arousal and stimulating form.
I reach into the bag I’ve brought with me, it’s full of toys and devices, and I take out a medium-sized vibrating dildo.
One of the spectators ends the call they are on and begins to video the scene in front of them.
I spit onto your ass hole and rub the end of the dildo around your rim. Pushing against it, but not yet in, teasing your tight little hole, teasing you and teasing our new viewers.
Murmurs of shock bounce along with the air and mix with the more familiar vocals of the native birds who are no doubt voicing their own mating calls.
I reach into my pocket and take out the small tube of lube. I quickly put a light coating onto the dildo. I don’t want to break you and I want you to feel the burn and the sting, but it’s best to be a little careful, especially with the first toy.
I press the dildo against your tight hole as it glistens with my saliva. I push harder and eventually, your ass pops over the tip and accepts the toy. You audibly gasp at the same time, which is followed by a gasp from the spectators.
I begin to slowly push the length of the toy inside your ass, the toy widens and stretches you as it goes deeper. You murmur a moan.
Some guys are massaging their swelling cocks through their trousers, aching to free themselves but too inhibited by the public stage. The crowd is getting larger and a couple of the women are almost unconsciously touching their breasts, through their tops.
As the toy reaches its depth and width I quickly pull it back to about halfway and then proceed to fuck your ass with it.
One of the men runs away. He can’t cope anymore and has to relieve his pent up arousal. He has some photos and a video and is likely heading to his workplace restroom, to finish his task.
I invite the crowd closer as I continue to fuck your ass. Your moans are getting louder and louder, I use the dildo to stimulate your g-spot from the other side of the vaginal wall, through your ass. As with all areas of the body that are seldom touched, it’s more sensitive and reactive so your orgasm is quick to build.
I invite one of the women closer and suggest that she spits on your ass. She’s reluctant but I can see in her eyes that she wants to. She’s caught in the freedom of expression she’s witnessing. The freedom that so few experience, turns her on. As no doubt does your juicy ripe ass as it’s being violated. She submits to herself and the hypnotic sight of your form writhes with the pleasure and the hypnotic melody of your pleasure fills her ears, finally, she leans over and to her own satisfaction, delights as she spits down onto you.
You don’t need more lubrication and I don’t want you to have any. But I want her to mentally accept that she’s becoming a part of your public ass fucking.
Catching her in this delightful moment I offer her the end of the dildo and without hesitation she grabs it. She continues to fuck your ass, but her touch is light, gentle and unsure. That’s fine. I don’t want you to cum yet and it gives me a chance to get the next toy.
I take the second dildo from the bag, it’s a good bit thicker than the one already inside you but not the largest one I have.
I coat it in a slightly thicker film of lube. Either way, this is going to both hurt and pleasure you in such incredible ways but I do want it to get inside you in relative comfort.
I thank the woman as she diligently and delightedly continues to keep you on edge with her lighter thrusts and then I take back control.
She returns to the front of the crowd. Her left hand now touches between her legs, pressing the ripples in her dress as she fights to put pressure on her own flesh.
I take a hold of the toy inside you and work it back up to a fuller force and simultaneously move it from side to side as I stretch and prepare you.
After a few moments, I take the second, larger dildo and press it against the side of the first and push the tip in.
You gasp as the burning sensation returns and your ass stretches a little wider.
Slowly but firmly I push. Stretching and stretching your ass. You’re moaning, broken with gasps and soft whining, as the pain increases and yet you cannot deny the pleasure.
I continue to push, deeper and deeper.
The crowd is almost silent.
Mesmerised by the vision in front of them and hanging on your every vocalisation, to savour your reactions.
A quarter of the way in and I begin the motion of fucking your ass again. Moving both toys in and out with the second only halfway in. But as I pump you, each time I edge it in a little more.
My own arousal is thick, hard and throbbing, visible through my trousers.
The dildo suddenly slips and quickly pushes inside you a half-inch, instantly stretching you. You scream a little, and amongst the moans of pleasure, I can hear gentle sobs as the pain soaks through your body.
I take the opportunity and force the rest of it, deep inside you.
Again the crowd gasps.
Now both of the toys are deep inside you. Your ass stretched wider than I have ever stretched it before. On public display. I use both toys to fuck your ripe tight hole.
The sobs build in frequency and volume and at their crescendo, they return to animalistic moans of bliss.
You’re so close now. I can feel your body begin to convulse as it edges closer.
I pick up speed and force.
You’re writhing, gripping onto the back of the bench and pushing yourself onto the two dildos as I pump them inside of you.
Harder, faster, harder faster.
Your entire body clenches and it holds onto the ecstasy before it releases in its inevitable tidal wave of orgasm.
You convulse on the bench. Your thighs scrape onto the back of the seat and you flail like a wild animal.
Your screams of delight echo all around.
I continue to fuck you until all of the energy and motion has vacated you and you hang onto the edge of the bench in order to just keep upright.
There’s silence.
You can sense that the audience wants to give a round of applause but are unsure if it’s appropriate.
I slowly pull the toys out of you and put them into the “The clean bag”.
I give you a moment to gather yourself as I pack away.
The crowd begins to disperse, whispers of shock and delight falling from their lips.
I help you to your feet. You’re visibly shaking.
I take your hand and lead you away, as I search out our next location.
A Little Trap (Pt2)
His eyes fixed on her, watching her every movement, making sure that she was fully aware that he was looking her up and down, taking her all in. His gaze lingers as she straightens her skirt and brushes the hair from her face.
The sweet smell of her natural scent, mixed with her perfume suddenly fills his inhale, stirring his cock further, a little more swollen, a little thicker in its lust.
Bravely and with a little forward intent he puts his hand on her thigh, feeling her warm porcelain flesh through the holes in the fishnets. His grip is firm but not indecently high and he doesn’t move beyond the hem of her skirt. Holding her firmly enough that if she pulled away she’d have to move the rest of her body while this leg stayed put and she’d be forced to spread a little.
Moving in closer, his face only about an inch from hers, staring into her eyes as they widen with panic or arousal or both.
She can feel the warmth of my breath as I whisper.
“Don’t worry, she can’t hear us, she’s just being her usual goofy self.”.
A Little Trap (Pt1)
*[A father waits at home for his daughter to come back from her day at college. When she arrives it turns out that she has brought a new friend home with her…but that is far from the biggest surprise.]*
Sitting on the edge of the couch, the end closest to the doorway and reading a book on psychology, about trauma victims and recovery. It’s something that has always fascinated him, the human mind and how mind and body follow each other and vice versa.
It’s a warm summer afternoon and he’s enjoying the scent of the garden flowers as they gently waft in through the partially open window, unfortunately the aroma is mixed with burnt petroleum as the trucks and cars race by on the recently built highway..
On hearing the familiar click of the latch on the front door as it opens. Caitlyn, his daughter is back from her day at college. Then the expected rustling of the bag and jacket as she walks in.
“Hey Dad, I’m home. I’ve got a new friend with me, ummm her name’s Sarah.”
Her melodic tone drifts up the stairs as she heads to her room and continues speaking in a slightly quieter voice.
The Ritual
Her ankles and calves were bound to her thighs with strong, thick rope, that was then tied to fixtures on the floor.
She was in an almost kneeling position and pushed forward with her torso fully extended, her head pressed to the ground and turned to the right.
Her arms spread wide and tied to two posts, almost like her upper body was in a horizontal crucifixion.
Completely naked, exposed and fixed in place, ready for the ritual.
The soft glow of the surrounding candles caused shadows to dance across her skin, like spirits ready for evocation.
I picked up the bowl of charcoal dust and simultaneously licked the tip of my finger, before dipping the tip into the dust.
Focused and with intent, I began to draw the sigil on her back.
We’d designed and worked the sigil together, taking our time and working the magick in a combined effort. Using our own flavour of magick, understanding and interpretation.
There was no real need for her to be bound at all, but as with all our working, we added the elements that aroused us and added to the moment and most importantly what helped to get us both into the perfect state of mind to perform our craft.
A Night At The Movies
You have the night to yourself.
I have instructed you to go and have some fun without me, and I want to hear all about it tomorrow.
You have already decided to go to an adult theatre to entertain yourself.
They’re always dark and seedy and you love that. You love the filth on the walls and on the floor and in the atmosphere.
As you walk through the city, the lights and the buzz give both the nightlife and you a vibrance, you swagger down the street, your hips and booty swinging from side to side causing heads to turn.
You arrive at your destination, and the retro decor on the entrance is hardly subdued by age, glitzy and definitely tacky. You know before you even walk in that you’re going to be one of only a handful of women in there, and almost certainly the only one on her own.
That in itself will draw a lot of attention and that won’t be hard to keep as the theatre will no doubt be showing some cheap, poorly edited porn from twenty years ago that few will really be interested in.
Her Submission (The Stillness)
Recovering from the last searing stroke of the crop, the clamps still gently swinging from her nipples, sending intermittent floods of fire into her breasts and beyond. A throbbing glow emanating from between her legs. She remained on all fours, perspiration still glistening across her form.
She awaited both his next command and the voice that spoke from within her, she didn’t know which would speak first and she now feared them both.
Trembling in what seemed to be an eternity, waiting, waiting…
The tears had dried in her eyes and she slowly opened them, feeling the stickiness of her dried sobs gradually tear apart.
Darkness turned to darkness and then slowly a gentle hue of light started to form the dimensions of the room around her and shapes and forms of indeterminate objects. Wait, was he standing in front of her? Was it just a trick of the light?
The effects of shock and being naked quickly took hold, trembling turned to shaking, a gentle whimpering oscillating out of her mouth as her body vibrated.
She couldn’t see him but she could feel him, his presence strong, powerful and yet comforting and calming. He was close, at her side.
Her Submission (The Crop)
She was still shaking, the pain singing through her body from the points of contact on her now very tender nipples.
Beads of sweat formed and glistened across her frame.
As the singing began to subside it was replaced with a throbbing at the focal points on the tips of her breasts and it echoed out across her body.
Between her legs, warmth and moisture, arousal lingering.
His voice came. In calm, controlled and silky smooth tones, he whispered.
“On all fours.”.
Immediately she obeyed and with the movement the weighted chain swang and the singing returned, screaming from her swollen nipples to her core and out to every nerve in her body to the surface of her skin.
She moved quickly both out of obedience and to end the motion and await the return of the stationary pulsating.
Naked, on all fours and feeling very exposed she could hear him move behind her.
Slightly unsteady in her pose and still shaking she felt the softness of leather attached to the stiff flex of a crop.
She knew instantly what it was.
Scream [Poetry]
You exhale with the softest whimper.
Your breath filled with moisture.
Tiny particles evaporate.
Dissipate and dissolve.
Along with the pain.
Sweat glistens across your body.
Slowly it rolls along the surface.
Moving as you flinch.
Traversing your succulent contours.
Your near-naked form
The epitome of desire.
As you arch your back in anticipation.
Your head tilted back.
Your lips slowly close and tense.
Your delicate fingers
Grip onto the table’s edge.
Your legs begin to close.
I gently guide them back open.
A moment that lasts an eternity.
Waiting, wondering, hoping.
The woosh of the air as I raise the crop.
Instantly the whistle as I swiftly return it.
The impact intense and direct.
Your sweet spot explodes into fire.
Fire and electric, a melting pot.
It burns through your nerves.
It courses through your veins.
You writhe and thrust.
As your body is set alight.
Your grip released as the pain takes hold.
His Submission V
Kneeling down on the hard wooden floor. The pain he felt in his knees was the least of his concern.
He knew that much more was likely to be put upon him, in time.
The door swing open sending in a shaft of light that aptly fitted the moment of her arrival.
Miss Doll entered the room. This was the sixth time in what he imagined was around five hours.
He had no physical binding or constraints. His prison was his service and his devotion to her.
No cage on her cock, no plug or dildo in her ass. Although they certainly wished for them or something, any stimulation at the grace of her want and command.
He just knelt there, naked and alone, as he was told to do.
She walked up to him as she had done on all previous occasions. He knew to keep his head and his gaze down.
His arms behind his back and hands resting on the floor.
He could smell her fragrance as she walked up to him. It was the mix of her natural scent, her perfume and now he could even smell her sex from where she had used him to pleasure herself before.