Literotic asexstories – Step-Daughter Slut School 03 by Author_Kate_Granger,Author_Kate_Granger I have never slept so comfortably in my life as the night my step-dad cradled me tightly into his big spoon on our enormous fourposter bed. The silky smooth, high thread count bedsheets and duvet tenderly stroking my skin while dad’s warmth radiated through me, grounded my soul to its place in the universe.
His soft purr and the rise and fall of my lover’s powerful chest comforted me into and through a deeply satisfied, sensual slumber.
I woke before him and with enough sunlight piercing the curtains to examine the gorgeous, relaxed face of a man I’d known most of my life and one who had become mine in twenty-four hours.
I was under no illusion that sleeping with me was probably no big deal to Keith but my first experience in bed with another felt intense and as though a significant page in my life was turned. My mind raced with all manner of thoughts, some worrying, others thrilling.
Can he really become mine so easily?
How will mom take all of this?
Does my step-dad want me forever, or am I just a piece of ass?
God, I love this man.
Am I allowed to love him?
When I stroked his face, making sure my step-father cum lover was real, Keith woke up slowly, smiling brightly when recognizing me.
“Hey baby girl.”
“Did you sleep well Keith?”
“Better than I have in years, Hannah and with the comfort of a man who has found his soulmate.”
He kissed me fully on my lips, then both cheeks, planting more soft, loving ripples around my neck all the way down to the breasts he’d enjoyed suckling on before we fell asleep.
When he licked around my engorged areola, I felt an explosion inside me and dragged his head in tighter. I was on fire, a combination of love and my youthful hormones surging through a body in need of expressing its sexual awakening.
“Suck my nipple again please daddy.”
He sucked the stiff nipple I hoped might one day feed our baby while I drifted onto a cloud of ecstasy, floating high above planet earth. When I reached down between his legs with a hand, Keith’s cock felt hard. I’d heard of morning wood from my girlfriend’s, knew how to relieve it and read that my solution was on the list of permitted things at Fanbury Hall.
“Would you like me to wank your cock, Keith?”
“Yes please, Hannah.”
“Okay. There’s a bottle of baby oil on my nightstand to help with masturbation, so lie back and let me take care of you.”
“Will this also be a first for you, Hannah?”
“Do you mean wanking a guy off?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, dad. Everything is a first for me right now. It’s all going so quickly, but I’m okay with that so long as you meant what you said last night.”
“About loving you?”
“Yeah.”
“I love you deeply Hannah. I’m sure things will seem different and much more normal between us after a month here.”
“I feel really vulnerable right now, Keith.”
He held me closer, kissing my head and face through a mess of unruly long hair, while pulling my ass cheeks wide and into him so that his cock rubbed against my pussy. Keith wanted to put me at ease, knowing there was some way to go before I’d be experienced enough to handle our relationship.
“As I understand it from the curriculum, mostly this month is about aligning ourselves to deal with an age gap relationship. We’ll learn from other couples who have gone through this, so it’s just as well we discovered our mutual desire to connect romantically early on.”
“I want you to take my virginity sooner rather than later. I feel ready and as though doing that makes a huge leap forward for us.”
“Me too Hannah, but I think the reason for delaying is about getting us hard wired to each other before that step.”
I felt more confident when mounting his upper thighs with my pussy almost pressed hard against the underside of his upstanding cock. He tried to reach up and kiss me, but I pushed him back down, allowing my step-dad access to both breasts, which he kneaded gently before tweaking my stiff nipples, eliciting my playful scream.
“I can wait to have my cherry popped, Keith. I’m just thrilled this big cock is mine, now lie back so I can take care of your morning wood.”
His cock was so hard that I desperately wanted it inside my pussy, which was leaking like a broken faucet. I hoped he might service my slit with a finger, rubbing one out for me without my asking for it. I splashed oil onto one palm, rubbing both together before slathering his cock in the way I imagined a Bangkok masseuse might.
Once his gnarly cock was fully coated with oil, I gave it a few hefty strokes using both hands to get his morning semen milking underway, peeling the foreskin fully back. Getting into full swing, I wanked Keith’s veiny cock using one hand while cupping my other palm over his glans, rubbing that in a circular motion.
While thumbing up and down the length of his bulging urethra, I crawled beside him, keeping my mouth handy for the creamy harvest that might explode soon.
In no time at all, I had my lover bouncing around the bed like a man being electrocuted. When he orgasmed, I placed my mouth over his glans, flush with its rim, sucking hard while continuing a steady wanking stroke up and down his trembling shaft until he begged me to stop. His salty load had coated my mouth and throat with a heady varnish of love, and I couldn’t get too much.
Keith lifted me off our bed in a cradle carry and walked us into a massive, gray slate wet room. When he set me down, I peered quizzically at him, dropping my stare while dodging the initial ice cold spray of our rainfall shower.
He grabbed a natural sponge, ripped open its packaging, opened a soap bar and lathered the two before soaping me while dancing just out of range of the warm shower jets. It felt intense and loving when he washed down every inch of my body carefully.
I placed both palms on the glass wall, leaning forwards and spreading my legs so that my step-father could clean both holes he’d licked the night before. He prised my ass cheeks wide open and scrubbed my anal whorl while I relaxed, wanting his tongue, finger or cock inside me desperately. When my step-dad used the flat side edge of his index finger to part my swollen pussy lips, I gasped loudly.
Keith slid his finger just inside my pussy hole, a first for me. It felt tight, and I knew he enjoyed it by the desperate whimpering he muffled while kissing the side of my thigh. He went back to plowing his fingers up and down my creamy furrow before squeezing the rock hard, trembling, swollen clitoris between forefinger and thumb.
His fingers seemed to vibrate at the same speed and tune as my reproductive organs that warmed and engorged while flutters up and down my body signaled an urgent need to make love.
When he dragged my slimy pearl hard from side to side, I half turned and slumped over his shoulders, shuddering through an intense orgasm. I felt my pussy squirt and my step-dad gently close his mouth over my pee hole to collect a nectar he clearly enjoyed. I felt proud and happy that his face shone with love as I relaxed, allowing waves of pleasure to hammer through me like pulses of heat on a warm summer breeze at the beach as I shimmered and shivered in delicious rapture.
I washed my step-dad’s body, paying attention to a tight puckered hole and underneath his foreskin. Keith almost got hard again, and I wanted to blow him off, but it was getting late and we had class.
“It says on my app that our first lesson is about early days relationship management, dad.”
“You have a school app?”
“Yeah. It’s not for guardians. The preamble on it explains that it’s up to me to get us to classes on time and work through a routine. It’s also my role to report all sexual activity, ask questions for both of us and generally manage our time.”
“Like a wife might?”
“Yeah, it looks like it. I guess that’s part of my accelerated maturity.”
I saw something was bothering Keith, so I sidled up close to him, wrapping my arms around his waist while half dressed in a school skirt that wowed me, never mind my lover.
“What’s up, dad? The app advice FAQ’s say we must share everything.”
“I want you to go to college and have a career of your choosing.”
“How?”
“We’ll move to whichever city you need to be in. If I can manage my company from here for a month, I can do it from anywhere.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive sweetie. If you choose to work at my offices, that’s up to you. The opportunity is there, but you don’t have to.”
“Thank you, Keith.”
“Can I look at the app please, Hannah?”
I handed over my phone so he could explore what I already had. It was a comprehensive resource to manage schedule, reserve specific activities and learn about age gap relationships, particularly ones where there had been some interaction as step-relations.
“It has a booking function for romantic dinners in one of three restaurants.”
“Yes, I saw that.”
“Would you prefer traditional steak house, Italian or Japanese, Hannah?”
“Are you taking me on a date, dad?”
“I think it’s a great idea, don’t you?”
“I’d love to go on a date with you.”
He was being more romantic with me than I’d ever seen him with my mom. The relaxed, loving man that slid a delicious butt plug inside my back passage to both our great satisfaction was worlds apart from the one arguing with Cindy a day prior.
“You can only wear this ponytail for half an hour each day Hannah.”
“I know. It’s a secret sign to other girls that you’ve had first contact.”
“First contact?”
“Yeah, first sexual contact. Guardians buy a gold one for when they fuck their step-daughter for the first time and there is a silver collar attachment for half way down if they took their girl’s virginity.”
“Where do I buy all this stuff?”
“You can order it on the app or go to a small concession near the front entrance.”
While I skipped around our living room admiring the way my pony tail bounced tantalizingly, Keith scrolled through the app, glancing and smiling occasionally at me. He handed my phone back, having made a dinner reservation at my preferred eatery, a traditional steak joint on the basement floor.
We checked each other out, and dad swirled my tail playfully before leaving the apartment to begin our education.
I really enjoyed the winks, smiles and surreptitious glances from other step-daughters admiring my ponytail and, for the first time, I noticed a few gold ones, some with silver clasps. I felt uplifted that I’d preserved my virginity for the man I loved, hoping he would enjoy splitting my hymen as much as I would enjoy sinking my pussy down on his cock.
“Having a reinforced fabric hole in your knickers for a butt plug and ponytail just shows the lengths they’ll go to here, Hannah.”
“That’s why it was thirty grand for a month, I guess.”
“Cheap at double the price.”
I got the shock of my life in the first classroom when I saw another girl kneeling up on her old-fashioned wooden desk with both shins clamped into steel sleeves that were slid into holes on the rear facing edge. The girl gripped upright steel handle bars in front with her head pointing down towards the floor on one side and her ass pointing skywards on the other.
Trixy pivoted the leg sleeves at a diagonal angle until the girl’s pussy and ass were spread wide open. Other couples gathered around the luckless step-daughter, who was about to be thrashed by our headmistress. Her expression was somewhere between fear, humiliation and delight, conveyed by the rippling of tiny muscles across her face.
“I warned you not to fuck your step-father before the week of abstinence was out, Tabitha.”
“I’m sorry, Trixy.”
“You will be.”
The headmistress wielded a thick wooden paddle, around eight inches long, with holes drilled through the flat end. When I glanced around the room, and saw a row of paddles fixed to the wall much like the ones in Trixy’s office, I noticed one was one missing.
{Swish} Slap.
{Swish} Slap.
“Fanbury have rules for a reason, Tabitha. You are not completely aligned with your step-dad and may have damaged any chance you had for happiness.”
“I’m sorry, Trixy. I really am.”
She grimaced each time a stroke slapped her almost perfectly smooth, tight skin, leaving a red welt that dissolved after a few seconds.
{Swish} Slap.
{Swish} Slap.
I saw a silver collared, golden pony tail laying on her desk underneath Tabitha’s midriff. It was a silly symbol of pride and oneupmanship from a girl who couldn’t wait and follow the rules. Her guardian seemed unconcerned by his step-daughter’s pain and humiliation, smiling wickedly as she received her chastisement from the headmistress.
“You’ll be sorry soon enough, Tabitha, and so will your step-dad.”
His expression changed and a few of the other girls glared vengefully at the man who’d taken his step-daughter’s hymen before intercourse was permitted.
{Swish} Smack.
{Swish} Smack.
{Swish} Smack.
“Keep a firm grip on the forward handles girl, and press your knees into the restraining sleeves like you’re riding a horse.”
{Swish} Smack.
{Swish} Smack.
“You must let love permeate and lock in your step-father if you wish to be more than fuck buddies. Silly girl!”
{Swish} Smack.
{Swish} Smack.
{Swish} Smack.
I was mesmerized and completely swept away on a cloud of hedonistic desire, desperately wanting to be spanked, but not for a transgression. I wanted to feel my step-father’s firm hand across my ass while perched over his knee, preferably in front of the others, but I didn’t dare ask.
Trixy had offered us all a clue that Tabitha sought romance, whereas her step-dad just wanted to fuck her. I glanced at Keith, noting that he wore the same solemn, sad expression as I felt, and leaned up to whisper in his ear while the rule breaking girl’s thrashing continued.
{Swish} Smack.
{Swish} Smack.
{Swish} Smack.
“She picked romance dad, I’m sure of it.”
“He didn’t though, and she never gave him time to fall in love, so it’s all fucked up for them, baby girl.”
“I’m glad we didn’t make love last night.”
“Me too hun. We have years ahead to enjoy each other, so a small sacrifice now is worth it. Let’s get what we can from this month. I can wait.”
“I’m so glad you can dad.”
I wish we didn’t have to.
{Swish} Smack.
{Swish} Smack.
{Swish} Smack.
He slipped his hand into mine and squeezed lovingly. It was all the encouragement I needed to ask a question fluttering around in my belly.
“Would you spank me like that sometime please, dad?”
He stared at me, part in amazement but mostly desire.
“Why, sweetheart? You aren’t naughty. At least not anymore.”
“I’d like to apologize for the behavior that sent us here. On the app it says you can book atonement spanking session with or without audiences. Trixy oversees them while step-fathers administer the punishment. You can even have audience participation to vote on the spanking implement and intensity of your thrashing.”
“Are you sure about this Hannah?”
“Definitely.”
“Okay, let’s talk it through tonight and decide on a date. Perhaps I can take you out for dinner afterwards as a treat.”
We turned our attention back to Tabitha’s thrashing, that lit up my soul. I felt happy, although the feeling of wanting to submit myself to a spanking was something new to me. It was a good thing the training panties issued by Fanbury Hall as uniform had reinforced, highly absorbent gussets or I might pool pussy juices on the wooden floor.
“Last three strokes, extra hard ones Tabitha. Buckle up girl, grit your teeth and hold on to the grip handles.”
{Swish} Smack.
{Swish} Smack.
{Swish} Smack.
After she helped Tabitha climb down from her desk, Trixy asked Keith to remove my ponytail, saying she was sure I’d worn it for more than the allotted thirty minutes. He bent me over my desk and unscrewed the horsehair plume while other girls and their step-dads watched enthralled, turning me on even more.
When he popped out my butt plug, leaving a vacuum inside me, Trixy inspected the glistening stainless steel stopper for traces of blood, and seeing none, she allowed dad to pack away and pocket my delightful toy.
“She’s tight inside, Mr. Rodgers.”
“I wouldn’t know Trixy.”
“Right answer. The doctor noted it during his examination.”
She smiled at him in a friendly manner and I thought perhaps we might become her favorites. I was confused by an overwhelming need for Trixy’s validation, wondering if I might become a little too submissive.
The day flew by and we learned so much from various lecturers that my head was in a spin when we reached our apartment. My step-father seemed impressed by what he’d learned, having taken plenty of notes.
“I’ll create a pension fund for you the day we leave here.”
“I didn’t enjoy that lecture dad.”
“I have to make sure you are financially provided for in case I die a lot earlier than you. Don’t let it worry you. We’ll also need to provide for you, our kids and their college funds from the company. Maybe a trust unless you’re running things by then.”
We showered together but didn’t play because the restaurant instructed that a better evening would be had by us if we refrained. The school administration team delivered a tuxedo suit for dad, and a black sequined ball gown with matching six-inch heels for me.
I selected a thong because I really wanted to keep my pussy readily available for my step-dad anytime he wished to enjoy it. That wasn’t against the school rules which said my pussy could be finger-banged or I could wank Keith’s cock off anywhere. Oral sex must be conducted in private or at one of the viewing rooms, where any casual audience would not be surprised and could pleasure themselves in comfort while watching us.
I wore no bra, letting my nipples graze delightfully against the satin fabric. When I stared at myself in a full-length mirror, swaying and swishing from side to side, it seemed my transformation into a lady was complete. Dad agreed, hugging me from behind before we held hands and headed for the restaurant.
The classic styled eatery with lime green marble floor and wooden tables covered by expensive linen had subdued lighting and romantic candles everywhere. I gasped when my step-dad helped me to my seat.
“These are beautiful, daddy.”
“A dozen red roses for my soulmate.”
“Can we really be that already?”
“I feel it Hannah, don’t you?”
“Yes, I really do.”
I sniffed an aroma of raw love exuding from the roses while our beautifully suited and booted server helped me slide them into a vase placed on the table beside me. She smiled and poured us both a glass of champagne.
I glanced nervously at my step-dad because alcohol was a problem for me and had led to our differences in the past. He nodded and smiled, lifting his glass, indicating I should as well.
“We should both learn to drink socially and in moderation. Shall we limit ourselves to one glass each, Hannah?”
“I’m so glad you suggested that Keith. I don’t want to slide backwards.”
Our server nodded politely, then handed me a menu.
“Sir has ordered main courses for both of you. Would you like an appetizer, Hannah?”
I browsed through the menu while the restaurant filled up with other couples. Our table was far enough away and sufficiently dimmed for a romantic conversation, but I felt a little surprised when our server placed a wooden plate shaped like a pair of ass cheeks in front of Keith.
“What’s that for?”
“It’s your step-dad’s appetizer.”
“In the shape of an ass?”
“Your ass, Hannah. Mr. Rodgers has ordered fresh pussy.”
“What? Mine?”
“Of course my dear, is there any other kind for your step-dad? Can you climb up and sit in the plate for his enjoyment please? Do you need our help?”
“Umm no, I can manage.”
The look of delight on Keith’s face when I stood on the table took me to a happy place. He wanted me at a carnal and soul lifting level. I watched other girls in the restaurant follow my example when I lifted my dress high, showing him a hair free, small plate appetizer.
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