Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“Goddamn, you’re always so wet for me,” he growls. “You have the most responsive body, princess, and Daddy loves to savor it.”
I’m bleary and disoriented on the couch, my curves sweaty and flushed. But I know I need to continue the conversation.
“So do you think your friends will agree if I set them up with Rose?”
I know it’s wrong to offer my friend up on a platter like this, but it’s the only thing I can think of. Yet my stepfather doesn’t seem to hear. Lionel leans forward and gently inserts a finger into my mouth while I’m still talking, and obediently, my lips close over the digit, sucking off my pussy fluids. He growls before pulling them out, shiny with saliva. Then, he pushes my knees upwards, so that they’re in a vee, baring my back hole, before reaching down and gently trailing his big fingers over my anal pleats.
“Daddddy!!!!” I wail. “Oh my god, what are you doing to me?”
“I’m just showing you how alpha males operate,” he growls. “Do you see how I can get you to do anything, Lily? How you’ll agree to anything because you’re so fucking dick-whipped?”
“But you didn’t use your dicks at all!” I whine breathlessly. “Not even one of them!”
Lionel’s blue eyes gleam.
“Yeah, that’s my point exactly,” he says while gently edging the tip of one finger into my clenching butthole. “But you were saying?” he asks with exaggerated politeness. “Something about your friend Rose doing a gang-bang with my friends? That would be some pretty fucked up matchmaking, don’t you agree? I had no idea you were so ruthless, Lily. Perhaps you should see a therapist because it’s downright heartless, if you ask me.”
I can barely understand his words because Lionel’s working one finger into my asshole now, and oh my god, the sensations are causing my pussy to moisten as my nipples go stiff once more. But then, my eyes open blearily and I start, even with Lionel’s finger halfway up my butt. The clock on the wall says it’s almost eight, which means that Scott, Cross and Barrett are going to arrive at any moment for the party!
“Daddy!” I squeal. “Oh my god, our guests are going to be here any minute!”
Not only that, but we still haven’t resolved the birth control problem. Trying to take control of the situation, I scramble to lift myself to my elbows, so that I’m halfway sitting-up at least. But Lionel doesn’t seem to care. If anything, his finger pushes even deeper into my rear end as a small groan erupts from my throat from the sheer pleasure.
But I have to get this done. We have issues to resolve and time is of the essence.
“I’m going to offer my friend Rose to your friends,” I pant while lifting my knees even further in the air to give him better access to my anus. “But only if they use protection tonight.”
Lionel continues to stare at my rectum as it’s defiled repeatedly.
“You look so beautiful like this, Lils,” he murmurs, almost in a trance. But then his blue gaze focuses as he meets my eyes for a split second. “They won’t care,” he rasps. “Scott, Cross, and Barrett don’t know your friend. She could be an ugly ho and frankly, they’d still fuck her because they’re fucking douchebags. They’d do it without protection, of course,” he adds as emphasis.
The sparkles begin to shimmer before my eyes again as Lionel worms his fingers especially deep up my rectum. Oh god, I’m being violated by the man of the house, and it feels so good!
“But this is Rose,” I pant as the pressure builds in in my pelvis. “Oooh, yeah right there Daddy! She’s my really gorgeous friend with the long pink hair who looks like a fashion model. Trust me, your friends would want a piece of her, and once I show them a photo, they’ll agree to use condoms tonight. Trust me, they’ll be into her!”
With that, the anal stimulation becomes too much and I fall to pieces. My vision goes blurry as the world spins, a cacophony of sensations taking me away. Plus, my stepfather knows exactly where to touch, and Lionel doesn’t let up. He’s massaging my anus as I soar over the cliff with an ear-piercing scream, my fingers gripping at the sofa as my rear end clamps on his digits. But even through the hurricane, I become vaguely aware of three hulking figures standing by the door.
“Lionel?” a deep voice booms. “Yo, we’re here.”
“Fuck, did this fucker start the party without us?” a second male voice snarls. “What the hell?”
“Shit, her ass looks tight,” a third male voice adds, already ravenous with desire. “I wouldn’t be able to resist if this was my stepdaughter.”
The man of the house doesn’t even look up. Instead, Lionel concentrates on seeing me through my climax, still running his fingers in and out of my asshole as I scream and writhe on the couch.