DISCLAIMER: The following work of fiction involves frequent forced sexual intercourse between step-father and step-daughter, rough sex, face-fucking, anal, other acts of non-consensual sex and elements of masosadism. All characters are 18 years old or older. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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My life changed when I became an adult. On my eighteenth birthday, my whole world was turned upside down. Before that day things were good in my house; my mother was a source of happiness and excitement and my step-father wasn't the complete fuckwad he is today. Actually, he was quite nice, a welcome father figure to fill the hole that was empty from when my father left many years ago.
It was a normal afternoon when I came home from school that day and saw my step-father almost unconscious in a drunken stupor on the couch. I had never seen him drunk before so automatically I knew something was off. In my room I found a note written by my mother. It read,
"Tiffany, I have left you and Tom. Now that you are 18, I no longer have to pretend that I was happy in that house. I fucking hated it, and the two of you didn't make it any better. Just fucking leave me alone! No love, Mummy."
The tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes, I fell to my knees and wailed loud enough to awaken Tom. He yelled an incomprehensible yell and came storming into my room, bottle in hand.
"Shut the fuck up you whore! You're the reason your mother left, you fucking slut." His words were slurred from the alcohol but the fierceness in his tone struck fear into my heart. I tried to hold back the tears but they kept coming and the cries of pain echoed from the chest. Tom lunged at me, grabbed my jaw hard squeezing my cheeks together, and yelled right in my face,
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! Your mouth is only good for one thing, being a warm wet hole for me to fuck!"
With those words, my whole existence became surreal. Instead of being filled with fear like he wanted, I was filled with a horrid sense of excitement, mixed together with a double dose of fascination and sexual curiosity. I hadn't fucked too many guys before so the thought of being controlled like this turned me on in a way I had never experienced before.
Tom was a good foot taller than me, lurking over me like the shadow of a tall building. He had scruffy brown hair and dark almost obsidian eyes. I, on the other hand, was petite and small, my long blonde hair reaching down to the small of my back. When he forced me to my knees, my hair touched the ground. I was still in my uniform at that point so my skirt raised while I was kneeling revealing my panties.
He squeezed my cheeks tighter and forced my mouth to open. I knew what was coming next. He pulled his already hard cock out and forced it into my hole. He was huge and it was an effort to open my mouth wide enough to accompany his girth. I started to gag as I tried to push him out of my mouth. With his strength and size, though, he pulled my head onto his cock and forced it down my throat. That was it, I felt myself beginning to throw up. My chest heaved and he pulled out just in time to see the puke hit the floor. I thought he would show some compassion but I was wrong. He grabbed my head again and started face-fucking me even harder.
He lifted me up and laid me down on my bed, my head hanging off the side. Opening my mouth, he put his cock in and began going rough again. His balls were slapping my eyes with each thrust. He spread my legs and pulled my panties to the side, revealing my shaved teen pussy.
I wasn't enjoying this much but I was enough to make me wet, which he saw. "You
are
a fucking slut! You like this, don't you? Well, if you like it so much, have more!" With that, he shoved his cock as far into my throat as he could, pressing his balls firmly against my eyes. I could feel his throbbing member pulsating in my throat, cutting off my air and making me wetter and wetter. Pulling out, as if against my will, my hands reached behind him and pulled him back into my wet hole.
He liked that and to show his appreciation, he rammed two fingers in my other warm wet hole and started finger-fucking my tight pussy hard and fast while he throat-fucked me with his thick rod.
I could feel his cock preparing to shoot his full thick load of cum down into my stomach and without my express consent, he ejaculated and shot ropes of his sticky man-goo down my throat. Half-disgusted and half-aroused, I went limp and hung over the edge of the bed like a ragdoll. "Clean up your puke whore", he ordered, grabbing his bottle as he left.
There I was, laying half dazed and gasping after the rapesque ordeal I had just experienced. My panties were soaked with my pussy lube and my face was dishevelled, my hair was a mess and my mouth was almost numb with traces of his cum escaping from the corners. Thinking about what happened, my step-father forcing me to suck his cock and swallow his cum as he finger-fucked me, I instinctually smiled and began to touch myself viciously. I savoured his taste and pounded my clit before cumming myself.
Was I really a whore, a sick slut to be used as his personal cum dumpster? I didn't know, but as disturbed as I was at the mere prospect of enjoying being raped, I was eager to find out.
After cleaning up where I threw up and hopping into the shower to clean up, I came out and saw Tom sitting on the couch where I found him before with a new bottle of alcohol in his hand. He was watching TV, starring aimlessly at the senseless drivel that spewed forth. I don't even think he knew what he was watching.
