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Sam's stepfather continues using her body. There's no real plot here, just fucking.
This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy.
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"Spread your legs, Sammy." Sam's stepfather's voice woke her from a restless sleep. Sam blinked until she could make out the shape of him hovering over her. She was in bed, curled on one side. Her step-father Dennis had pulled down the covers to expose her to the cool air. "You heard your daddy, spread your legs Sammy."
Instinctively, Sam pulled her knees to her chest, peering over her shoulder. She couldn't see his face but she knew he was staring down at her. "Please, no."
"Oh no," Dennis growled. "That's not how this works. What does your pretty little collar say?" With a grunt, his hand was in between Sam's legs, spreading them apart so she was pressed deeper into her bed. Then his knees were there to keep her spread. Sam wore one of the t-shirts he'd given her, the only things she was permitted to wear at home. But that was the only instruction she'd listened to, she wasn't ready to give herself over to him so easily. The collar felt tight around her neck, she'd tried to get it off but the clasp was impossible. With it on, Sam could barely look at herself in the mirror.
Once he had her spread, her face smashed into the pillow, Dennis's fingers started clumsily playing with her pussy. The feel of his rough hands on her sensitive skin made Sam whimper. She couldn't let herself get wet thinking of him fucking her, she still ached so bad from the last time.
Samantha's step-father didn't seem to care, though, because in just a few breaths he'd replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. He groaned, starting to press into Sam, but she wasn't wet at all. She let out a hiss of pain, he was still pushing into her and it made Sam's already sore pussy feel even more raw and tight. "Your pussy should always be ready for daddy, Sammy. See what happens when you try to hold out?" He was speaking through gritted teeth, still slowly pushing his cock into her hole. He was playing with her clit a little now, Sam willed her body to get wet. She might not want it, but it was preferable to taking him like this.
"Yes daddy!" She cried, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Good girl." Dennis said and followed it with the sound of a bottle dispensing liquid. On the next thrust, her step-father's cock glided smoothly into Sam and she let out a sigh of relief. "Daddy doesn't want to use lube, I want my girl's natural juices to be enough. So whenever I have to use it, you're going to earn a punishment. Understand, little girl?"
Sam let out a moan as he slammed into her, pressing his cock deep into her pussy. She still ached, her body screaming after all the abuse, but compared to him going in dry she was in ecstasy. "Yes, daddy."
Once she'd spoken the words, Dennis let loose. He fucked Sam into the mattress, her body pressed into it so tight she could barely breath. He was kneeling over her on her bed, taking her from behind as his weight pressed into her. "Fuck, Sammy." he groaned, speeding up as he rutted into her. "Such a tight little pussy, you'd better keep it that way. Daddy's going to cum!" He let out another long groan as he held Sam's hips tight to his, shuddering and spurting cum deep into his step-daughter. After a minute he finally pulled his weight from her, dragging his cock from her used, red and fluttering pussy with a slurp of cum and lube.
Sam gulped in air, keeping her eyes pressed to the pillow. She was so tired and sore, it hadn't even fully sunk in yet that her step-father had taken her virginity, let alone fucked her again so soon after. Sam only realized she'd been crying when a sob bubbled out of her. At the same moment, Sam felt a bubble of Dennis' cum gurgle out of her used pussy and dribble down her thigh. She couldn't think too much about what it meant that she'd been filled with his cum twice now, she wasn't even on the pill. He couldn't possibly want to get her pregnant, could he? Sam was silently crying now, before she realized he hadn't left.
Dennis sighed from behind her. "I'll give you a pass this time, Sammy. But just this one." Sam held her breath, waiting for the sounds of him leaving. As he stood at the door, he added. "Don't make me use lube on your tight little cunt again, little girl."
Only when she heard him walk down the hall to his own bedroom did she let the breath out.
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They were well and truly snowed in. When Sam woke the next morning, she winced at the immediate pain in her pussy, it felt raw and sore, sticky and itchy with dried up cum. And when she saw just how much snow had fallen, her mood plummeted even further. They were snowed in, there was no way for Dennis to go to work, nothing for him to use to pass the time. He got restless, without the hard work he did to calm him, Sam knew that well. But she'd never been on the receiving end of it as much as she would be today.
As she stared out the window, she saw her reflection and had to turn away at the sight of the collar still fastened around her neck. Daddy's Holes.
Sam could only guess that the longer she avoided her step-father, the more frustrated he'd get, so she dressed quickly--it wasn't hard given he'd ordered her to wear only his t-shirts and nothing else--and padded into the kitchen where she knew he'd be waiting. The t-shirt was from some old band she'd never heard of. It was nearly in rags and had definitely been worn before he'd handed it to her, it smelled like him, a constant reminder. Dennis was an early riser, always ready for the work day, it meant there was no rest for her step-father even when the snow prevented him from going anywhere.
"There you are, about time." His voice was gruff and angry from the moment he saw Sam. "Come over here and suck me off, I'm too hard to even fucking think. Then get to cleaning the kitchen." Dennis ordered, already pulling his cock from his sweatpants.
Sam sighed, blinking away tears that were already forming. She just had to get through the snowstorm, she reminded herself, then she could figure out a way out. "Yes daddy." She replied, kneeling before him. Dennis was sitting at the kitchen table, coffee in one hand and his cock in the other. Sam's hands found it immediately and she sucked the head into her mouth.
Dennis' hand went from his cock to her hair, he wound it tight in his fist. "That's right, Sammy, suck daddy's cock into your throat like a good girl." He growled, pushing her head further toward his pelvis, driving his cock deeper into Sam's throat while she gurgled and choked around it.
Sam tried to focus her attentions on sucked him deeper into her throat, she didn't want to learn what he'd do when he did want to punish her, but the force of his hand holding her hair meant she was more concerned with getting enough air through her nose. The tears were making her stuffy and before long Sam was trying her hardest to pull off him, eyes wide with panic.
