Punishing the Brats

My entire body is shifting back and forth as he starts fucking me relentlessly, taking every last bit of my innocence. Pain is slowly overcome by pleasure with every thrust.

I keep my legs up, gasping like a bitch in heat as his hands reach forward, beneath the thin negligé that is still draped around my upper body until he reaches my perky breasts. He cups them as they are bouncing back and forth from his thrusts.

I yelp again when he takes each of my nipples between two of his fingers and squeezes them, gently at first, but with more strength later on.

"You will come on your daddy's cock," he orders. "Understand?"

"Yes, daddy," I pant, barely able to form the words.

"But not like this," he adds.

And before I understand what he is talking about, he leans forward and wraps his arms around me. He straightens back up, with me in his arms, lifting me up the same way he did when he threw me onto my bed. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as he gets back on his feet.

He is standing in the middle of my room, holding me up in his arms, with his cock still throbbing inside me. We exchange another kiss, and while his tongue is claiming mine, he starts fucking me again, now shoving even deeper inside me as I am practically sitting on his cock.

Our moaning and panting fills the room, together the sound of our sweaty flesh banging against each other.

"I'm gonna make sure there's nothing left," he pants. "You are mine. All of you!"

He turns around and pushes me against the wall, frantically fucking me. His cock fills me even deeper in this position - and I have nowhere to escape. I am pinned against the wall by his body weight, tightly held in place as his rock hard cock thrusts in and out of me.

My insides are trembling, clenching around him as if I was trying to prevent him from ever leaving me a

gain. My orgasm is imminent, I can feel it approaching in warm, endearing waves.

"Come!" He orders. "Come on my cock, you little slut!"

I want to shake my head, but my body betrays me. Just two more shoves and I can feel my muscles tensing around him as my climax takes over.

I throw my head back, moaning loudly as overwhelmingly strong waves of pleasure run over me. It gets even better when I can feel him tensing up as well as he finds his release. He grants me with three deep and final pushes and he fills me with his seed, groaning equally loud.

He keeps me pushed against the wall as our orgasm slowly die down. His eyes are fixated on mine, observing any potential reaction.

A wide and evil grin appears on his face.

"Mine," he hisses. "My little slut."

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12

Hunted by the Brat

By Cecilia Lawrence

It was hot, the drive was long and everyone was frustrated. I've never really had much to complain about in my life, we're pretty well off, I just graduated from a good school, my parents love each other; But being dragged to a hunting cabin with my mom, by my stepfather, for the weekend I'd been expecting to spend clubbing, was something. It was hard to picture Kurt as a hunter, not at a first glance. I looked at him hunched over the wheel, he was strong, tall and when he was angry you knew he meant business. But Kurt was kind, understanding and always heard me out. I still couldn't call him dad like mom kept asking me to. It'd been eight years, if I wasn't going to call him dad now, I probably never was and as much as Kurt didn't appear to mind it, I think it did bother him deep down. Kurt readjusted the mirror and smiled at me through it, I bit my lip. His oaken jaw tilted as he smirked at me and winked. It was the little things that made me care as much about Kurt as I did. My face burned and I could only thank the heavens above that he adjusted his mirror again before he noticed. I'll be the first to admit that there was something wrong with me. Even if he isn't related by blood, he is ultimately a 'father-figure' to me. The fact that I even as my mother sat across from him, her hand on his knee, that I couldn't stop picturing him without his top off.

"How much longer Mr. Hunk?" Mom's voice brought me out of my fantasies and quickly returned to the bumpy ride.

"Almost there puddin'." Kurt replied with that typical confident tilt to his voice.

The diner we stopped at for lunch didn't exactly scream cleanliness, but I couldn't argue with their avocado, lettuce and tomato sandwich. I managed to keep my food down while the other two continued their sick comedy routine. A touch on the knee, a murmur in the ear, honestly even after eight years of marriage they still acted like newlyweds sometimes. When Kurt breathed on mom's neck though, that tickled me a little too sweetly. I could feel the heat blossoming between my legs and my nipples hardening. I closed my eyes but the fantasy only managed to play out in my head, I shifted in my seat to relieve the pressure but only managed to create some delicious friction.

"Laura how was your sandwich?" I jerked back to attention with wide eyes.