‘Daddyyy, if you think I need punishment why don’t you do it instead of sending me off to some smelly boarding school? If you think I’m such a slut wouldn’t keeping a close, personal eye on me work better? I could get into all sorts of trouble without you having quick and…easy access to me.’ Her toe slid onto the chair to gently touch between the man’s legs but he caught hold of her foot before she could check for any hardness. His grip was firm but he squeezed the foot softly between his fingers.
‘You think I should be the one to discipline you daughter?’ His face remained passive, as if asking any normal question. Lillian nodded her assent, turning the palms of her hands on the desk to push up her shoulders, thereby arching her back and sticking out her chest. Her perky breasts strained against her school shirt, showing nice swells beneath it and the unbuttoned red jumper on top.
‘Oh yes Daddy, I think you could do it for me. You could help me…work on my whorish behaviour. I’m so filthy minded Daddy. Everything makes me thinking of fucking, sucking and cumming all the time. You could help me with all those thoughts.’
‘You would accept your punishments from me, even though we’ve only known each other a short while?’ His expression was still inscrutable. Lillian almost couldn’t be sure of his intentions. Once again she nodded her assent. ‘Lie across my lap then, let us see if you can accept punishment.’
Jackpot! Thought the girl. This was a challenge more inviting than boarding school. She gave an appropriately sad looking pout as she hopped off the desk and draped herself over her father and the big chair he was in. As she went she attempted to grind her pelvis into his crotch area but this time she was thwarted by the chairs arms not allowing her to angle well, so instead she was over his long legs. Even if she hadn’t felt his cock, she knew he must be getting turned on by this as she was. No man could resist her sex-kitten body. Things became a bit more certain for her when Francis flicked her red school skirt up and pulled her white panties down.
Now the milky white skin of Lillian’s buttocks glowed in the computer light as they were exposed, her glistening, wet pussy just slightly visible beneath. Her pigtails danced around as she turned her head around to look at the man she was draped across, eyes pleading.
‘Do it Daddy, punish your girl.’
The first slap that struck her ass cheeks knocked a bit of air from her as the sting caught her breath. Francis clearly wasn’t kidding around. The next slap followed quickly, the crack of skin on skin sounding like a gunshot in the office. Her cute mouth hung open as she let out a squeaking “Uh!” after every hit. It hurt but the insatiable teen loved it. Tingles were shooting through her pussy and spine, she had to hold herself back from cumming too soon. It occurred to Lillian that she should potentially be feeling bad or at least a little weird that she was getting aroused by her step-father’s touch. Since she didn’t, and she’d already sucked and fucked the man’s son, her step-brother Rhys, it didn’t seem a big deal to be doing this too.
‘Does that hurt daughter?’ Francis asked calmly. ‘Is the pain teaching you a lesson?’
‘Uh! Uh! Yes Daddy!’ she pouted. ‘It hurts so bad! Uh! Don’t stop! Uh! You have to keep punishing me! Punish me Daddy!’
Francis continued to slap the young girl’s ass in his lap. She’d started squirming her thighs together again, wriggling around on top of him, giving her hips the occasional thrust down. The white skin of her buttocks, normally pearly, now shone rosy red. Both his hand and her cheeks stung from the activity. Abruptly he stopped, letting the cool air soothe her beaten rear. His hands started to slowly rub her stinging cheeks, eliciting a moan from the blonde. Pulling her cheeks wide Francis commented on the wetness between his step-daughter’s legs.
‘You say I’m punishing you Lillian, yet here lies evidence that you’re still not learning.’ He dipped two fingers down to just rest on her wet lips. There was no entering, but her dripping snatch added moisture to the placed fingers. Lillian took a shuddering breath at the touch, a true acknowledgment that her step-father wanted her like every other man.
‘I’m so sorry Daddy. I’m such a slut, I can’t help it.’ Twisting her lithe body around until she was no longer prone but sitting in Francis’ lap, Lillian leaned back to rest her back on his chest, her head on his shoulder. The black beard was scratchy against the side of her face but she didn’t care. Beneath her a solid sign of the man’s arousal sat in his pants. Her bare ass felt nice on the fabric of those pants, massaging Francis’ lap for a few different types of relief.
‘Should I be disappointed in you Lillian? You’re stubborn like your mother, so intent on what you desire at all times.’
‘I do always get what I want Daddy.’
‘And what is it that you want now?’
‘Right now Daddy? I want you to touch me. Please touch me. In any way you like.’ She didn’t mind giving him unfettered access. If it meant not having to go to boarding school, she’d have to show him what he could have. Francis didn’t start ravishing her however. Once again he simply laid his fingers slowly on the outside of her pussy, reaching in under her skirt. His other hand cupped her chin using his thumb to rub her soft bottom lip.
‘You have used these lips, and these…lips to disgrace yourself and this family,’ he said as he caressed her.
‘Yes Daddy. I’ve let so many men enter through my lips I’ve lost count. Keep rubbing them. Mmm, feel how ashamed I am. I’m dripping with shame.’
‘Yes you are. Here I was thinking you were shameless.’ Two fingers slid ever so gently between Lillian’s pussy lips, running slowly up the length of her slit. Then he brought them up to her open mouth, sticking them inside. ‘Taste your shame girl.’
His step-daughter tongued his fingers tasting her own juice, its sweet tang already quite familiar to her taste buds.
‘Mmm Daddy feed me more, let me suck my shame from you.’ Francis was almost spoon feeding the girl from her own wet pussy. His touch had been the same each time, the gentle slide up her slit. She waited for him to dive inside her like everyone always did but he continued to tease her with his soft touch. Unable to take any more, Lillian’s hands suddenly clasped his, her smooth skin on his rough. Saying nothing she guided the hand to penetrate deeper, inserting their combined fingers into her cunt. Biting her lip Lillian moaned, grinding her pelvis upwards.
Francis’ office was fairly sound insulated but a small part of Lillian wanted her mother or brother to walk in at this moment. Their expressions would be delicious, and their reactions…interesting to say the least. Deft fingers undid the buttons on her white school shirt, moving from the neck down. Francis’ other hand, warm and rough, reached into the shirt to Lillian’s chest, feeling the luscious skin of the blonde’s breasts. Going in over the top of the bra, Francis rolled a nipple between his fingers, feeling it engorge with blood and grow hard. This attention only made the girl’s pussy glow even more, her pleasure centres all receiving their due.
The petite girl hiked herself up further on her step-father’s lap, opening her legs. The experience wasn’t going to be complete if she didn’t see some cock. Neither zipper nor briefs delayed her long in fishing out Francis’ stiffening manhood. She’d felt it growing beneath her but it seemed somehow bigger than she expected. It was about normal length but extra wide. As Lillian started to slowly stroke it the dick grew some more until she couldn’t quite get her whole hand around it. No wonder her mother chose Francis, this was a cock that would satisfy!
‘Daddy,’ she said breathlessly. ‘I can tell you’re so upset with me. This part of you is all red and angry. Is it so thick and swollen because of how slutty I am? You’re touching me so nicely Daddy. So nicely in my cunt. Keep touching my cunt and I’ll keep holding you. I’ll make you happy Daddy.’
Francis said nothing but he didn’t object either, merely giving his assent by squeezing her breast and digging further into her cunt. Lillian spat onto both of her hands before reapplying them to the cock sticking up between her thighs. With her two handed grip she stroked the thick shaft, sighing and moaning into Francis’ ear. Despite his lack of noise, his expression showed he was enjoying it when she put more pressure on. Following the cue she squeezed the fleshy rod hard, bringing him to the precipice of pain but just not quite.
Lillian wasn’t sure why she felt so differently in this case but she didn’t want to stick the cock inside her. Somehow it would ruin the moment. Francis’ excruciatingly slow start had built her up until she had reached this place of anticipation. That moment before lips meet, before the pelvic thrust hits home, before that final cum-filled explosion. That’s what she was enjoying now. Francis left no part of her cunt untouched, toying with her wet lips, tight passage and teasing the sensitive clit. Her bra was folded under her perfectly sized breasts, allowing them to be groped freely.
As her pussy was manipulated, inside and out, Lillian played with the large cock, using her own spit and wetness as lubricant. One hand squeezed and buffed the helmet tip while the other worked the shaft and even the balls. The pace changed depending on her own pleasure waves. In a lull she slowly rubbed up and down, but each time he found that right spot inside her or skirted over her clit she started jerking him quickly to match her own enjoyment.
With her head still on his shoulder Lillian gave more mewling sighs into his ear, using her soft girly voice to turn him on more. On an impulse she thrust her tongue in his ear as well. Francis didn’t flinch but he did turn his head to raise an eyebrow at her. Ever unrepentant Lillian smiled coyly back at him. Her glossy lips, pink braces and long pigtails combined into the juxtaposing innocent “fuck me” lolita look, and with her school uniform half off she was seduction in teenage form.
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