I first met Brooke at her stepfather's company offices. His company and mine had been working on a contract that was going to make us all rich -- if we could seal the deal. His board of directors were playing hardball with our proposal and I was there to sign the contract, at whatever the cost.
We had been locked in the windowless office for over an hour when someone knocked on the door and, without waiting for an answer, in walked the most gorgeous girl I had seen in a long time. She could only have been 18, 19 at most, had long black hair down to her narrow waist and a body to die for. It was easy to tell that I could die for that body because what I couldn't see already was barely covered by a thin summer dress that clung to her skin so tightly it was obvious there was no underwear restricting her.
"Coffee?" the beauty asked. I had barely noticed she was carrying a tray before her, set with cups, cafetiere, etc.
"Just set it down on the desk," my host instructed.
She did as she was told, bending over at the waist so that I got a fantastic view of her gorgeous, big tits as they hung down with gravity. I could hardly pull my eyes away but did so only to find myself drowning in her beautiful brown eyes. As I stared at her, she stared right back at me, holding my gaze and letting me know that she knew exactly what my eyes had been feasting on a moment before.
"Ok, Brooke. That will do."
She stood up straight, pouted and turned on her heels, allowing me my first glimpse of her perfect arse.
"I swear that girl will be the death of me," my host said as much to himself as to me, shaking his head and reaching for his coffee. He offered me a cup and I had to physically drag my mind, eyes and cock from the vision that had just left us. Being professional I was able to focus again on the deal but my cock had other ideas. It was standing proudly, or at least as much as it could within the constraints of my suit trousers.
I shifted position in my chair, glad that the desk covered the tent in my lap from his eyes but, finally, it seemed to register with him the effect that the girl had had on me.
"Did you like what you saw?"
"Well, who wouldn't?" I asked. "She's gorgeous."
"That she is; but an utter slut, too. Last week I found her in her mother's bed with two other girls, all stark naked and doing things to each other that not even my wildest fantasies could have imagined."
Two questions registered in my lust filled brain: he had access to her mother's bed, did that mean he was her father?; and what were the girls doing to each other?
"What kind of things?" I asked, concentrating on the second question while trying to avoid the first one.
"I'm ashamed to admit it but I think Brooke must be a lesbian. She was lying on her back with one girl sitting on her face while Brooke licked her pussy. The other girl, meanwhile, was fucking Brooke with a huge strap-on cock that I thought must be tearing her apart. I had heard noises when I first walked into the house but, as I got closer to her bedroom, I could hear the unmistakeable sounds of fucking. I slowly opened the bedroom door just in time to see the girl on top cumming all over Brooke's face while Brooke herself was cumming from the attentions of the huge plastic cock in her cunt. I nearly came there and then. I'm sorry if I've spoken out of turn but it was the most shocking thing I'd ever seen -- and the hottest."
"No, no," I assured him. "Please go on."
"Well, it would break her mother's heart to discover her daughter was a lesbian so I thought I had to sort it out myself. I thought if I could show her what a real man had to offer then she would leave the taste of pussy behind."
"You fucked your own daughter?" I asked incredulously.
"No! No, no. She's not my daughter; she's my stepdaughter. I married her mother a few years ago when Brooke was just beginning to show her rebellious nature and it has only got worse since."
"So what did you do?" I asked, relieved that I wasn't getting involved in some weird incest affair.
"She's always after money so I convinced her to do some cleaning at a colleague's house, made sure he was out of the way then drove her over there myself. Once we were in it was obvious the house didn't need cleaning."
"What the fuck's going on?" she screamed at me.
I simply grabbed her arm and frogmarched her to the bedroom, threw her on the bed and locked the door. She sat up on the bed, still shouting, but now with a hint of fear in her eyes.
"If you don't let me out of here right now I'm going to tell Mum and she'll kick you out." She still had some fight in her, I'll give her that, but that was about to be knocked out of her.
I pulled her to her feet, sat down on the bed myself and forced her to lie over my lap. Twisting her right arm up her back with my left hand, I held her in place while my right hand slowly moved her short skirt up over her fantastic arse. Just as I'd imagined there were no knickers there; any gust of wind could have blown her skirt up and shown her cunt and arse to the world.
"This is where you learn your first lesson, Brooke. From now on you will be the dutiful daughter. You will wear underwear like normal girls your age. You will stop flirting with my office staff. You will never, ever, have sex with another girl again. You will do exactly as I tell you, when I tell you and how I tell you."
"You mad bastard! Mum's going to feed your balls to the dog. Let me go! Let me go!"
Slap!
My right hand came down hard on her right cheek and she squealed in shock and pain.
Slap!
This time it was her left cheek and now both halves of her upturned arse bore the marks of my handprint.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
I rained down blows on her arse, one cheek at a time, until her squealing had stopped but her wriggling continued. Still I continued until her moans finally reached my ears. She was enjoying this! My slut of a stepdaughter was squirming on my thighs and trying to rub her clit against me. So I kept on slapping. She kept on squirming. Slap. Squirm. Slap. Squirm; until very soon I could feel her pussy juices running down my legs and her screams were now of pleasure.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Her body shook, uncontrollably, and I let go of her arm. She dropped to the floor, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her skirt still up round her waist and her bald cunt glistening with her cum. She eventually opened her eyes and smiled at me.
"Is that all you've got, DADDY?" she laughed at me.
I just saw red. I grabbed her, pulled her off the floor and threw her on to the bed. She landed face down and, before she could move, I was on top of her.
"Do you want to know what I've got? Do you?" as I imprisoned her with the weight of my body while my hands released my straining cock from its own prison. I pulled up her skirt and rammed my prick all the way up her dripping cunt in one move.
"This is what I've got for you, you slut. This is what a man feels like. Can you feel it? Can you feel my cock pushing in and out of your slutty cunt? Can you feel it hammering your soaking pussy? Well, slut? Can you feel it?"
I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her.
She continued to struggle but she was also meeting each of my thrusts with a backwards push of her own.
"Oh my god! Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me!"
So I did. Reason had now left the room as all my being was centred on the cock hammering my stepdaughter's cunt. Neither of us could take this for very long as I hadn't had a pussy so tight for a long, long time and she had never been fucked so violently. Very soon I could feel my spunk rising from my balls and shooting out of my cock to fill her cunt. This seemed to spur her on and she pushed back harder and harder against me.
"I'm cumming," she screamed. "I'm cumming!" as her whole body seemed to shake below me.
I collapsed on top of her and she lay motionless on the bed. But only for a moment. She pushed herself out from under me, got to her feet, pulled down her skirt and stood over me. Smiling again.
"Now you're in trouble. All I have to do is tell Mum and you're history."
Since then my life has been a nightmare. She didn't tell her Mum but I know she can, at any point, so she does whatever the hell she likes and I have to put up with it.
He was a spent man sitting opposite me but raised his head in hope when I said,
"Maybe I can help."
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