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THE ARRANGEMENT (yong, bdsm, abuse)
BY STEPDADDY
[ part 1 ]
"That's it, you little cocksucker," I said to my kneeling, 15-year old
stepdaughter. She began to bob her head up and down on my shaft all the
faster. She knew it would only be a few more minutes, and then she would
be free of her duty, at least for now.
Back before I changed the rules on her, she would probably have finished
by now. In those days, I had allowed her to use her hands to stroke my
dick while she sucked on the end. However, I soon discovered that she
was getting lazy, just keeping the head in her mouth, doing all the work
with her hands. No cheater dick for my little girl, I decided, so now
her wrists are bound behind her back from start to finish.
As a result, I now enjoy pure tongue-and-mouth ministrations, which not
only feel better, but also allow me to prolong the pleasure, usually for
as long as I please, until culminating in a shattering release. Often,
it pleases me to prolong the session very much indeed. She was working
at it pretty hard at this moment, however, and we both knew it wouldn't
be long now.
I had never dreamed I'd be enjoying such bliss when I married Kimmie's
mother five years ago. At the time, Kimmie was a little ten-year-old
slip of a girl, and my only interest was in her thirty-year old mother
Denise. My, how times have changed. Oh, I still enjoy Denise's hot
little body, kept that way by the aerobics classes I arranged for her to
take each afternoon, in addition to her gourmet cooking classes, her
flower arranging classes, and her volunteer work. Yes, for as long as
the private school I send Kimmie to lets its students out at 2:30 in the
afternoon, I assure you my wife will be kept busy with daily
self-improvement projects.
Yes, I still enjoy giving her mother the bone. In fact, one of my
favorite things to do is to take Denise's pussy after my morning shower,
and allowing the evidence of her pleasure to dry and crust on my sated
prick all day while I work as a securities trader. You see, I live in
Colorado, so the New York market I trade in closes every day at 2:00 pm
in my time zone. Just in time for me to get home, have a scotch, and
wait for Kimmie to get home to lick and suck her mother's caked-on pussy
drool from my dick. I enjoyed this for two reasons. First, the whole
mother-daughter effect was intoxicating, and second, Kimmie hated that
aspect at least twice as much as she hated having to suck my cock in the
first place. She had been hating both aspects for almost a year now.
Wow, I mused to myself, if five years ago even I never imagined this
scene unfolding, how blissfully ingnorant must the then ten-year-old
Kimmie have been in those days. I had met her mother while doing a
little volunteer work myself. In my occupation, I make an ungodly amount
of money, but for some reason my employer feels that volunteering one's
time is better than just giving money to a good cause, so there I was,
along with several of my colleagues and some of their spouses, helping
to repaint a low-income apartment building. Denise was a single mother,
down on her luck, and one of the few residents who actually pitched in
with our efforts. Since she was quite attractive and had a killer body,
I asked her out, and within a couple of weeks I was regularly pounding
the hell out of her long-unused pussy.
We dated a while, and I realized I had found a smoking-hot, compliant,
moldable piece of ass, so I married her. She brought her little girl,
Kimmie, along, and both of their lives were changed dramatically. They
moved into my luxuriant home in the very best neighborhood, and began to
enjoy all the better things in life. Denise was very happy to begin the
self-improvement programs I had mapped out for her, since she initially
felt a little out of place among my friends and their Ivy League wives.
I must say, she has really come a long way. Little Kimmie was enrolled
in a private girls school a few blocks away, and just when she was
getting to that age when girls start to worry about wearing the right
clothes and having the right things, she had the very best. At her last
school, a nasty little public K-8 on the other side of town, the other
girls had just starting teasing her as a "welfare girl" (not exactly
true) and "trailer trash" (exactly not true), but now she could keep up
with the snobbiest of her classmates. If you don't believe that is
important, you don't know any ten-year old girls.
Of course, Kimmie had to wear a uniform Monday through Thursday at
Brendan Academic, but on Fridays at school she could wear "regular
clothes", and on weekends she had the best outfits to keep up with
"Little Sally St. John-Smitherington-Smythe" down the street. Because I
made this fantasy possible, she adored me from the very beginning, and
although Denise and I first instructed her to call me by my first name,
Alex, she soon took to calling me "Daddy". This pleased me, in an
avuncular way at the time, so we allowed it. Now it pleases me in an
altogether less innocent way, and I insist upon it.
"That's it, honey, suck Daddy's cock, he's about to give his little
schoolgirl whore exactly what she's craving", I muttered, for now Kimmie
was really going to town, her long brunette hair cascading around her
face and my lap, alternately obstructing and framing my view of her big
brown eyes, her pert little nose, and her full-lipped, but small, mouth
stretched around my happy cock. I glanced up from observing her bobbing
head. I was taking my daily pleasure today in one of our more common
settings. I was sitting in a leather easy chair in my "drawing room", my
half-finished scotch temporarily forgotten on the side table, as the
little teen executed her obligation. Behind her was the glass front of a
trophy case, in the reflection of which I could easily see she was
wearing one of my favorite little get-ups. At my insistence, today she
had shed her blouse, her little A-cup bra, and her pleated skirt, and
was kneeling in only her white cotton panties, her white knee socks, and
her white and blue saddle shoes. I had an excellent reflective view of
her tightly-clad, sweet little fifteen-year-old bottom, as well as the
back of her bobbing head and long brown hair, which I insisted she keep
long enough to reach down her (now naked) back, but short enough to not
quite reach her cute little schoolgirl ass. Over her ass, her wrists
crossed, bound in leather restraints that, ironically, her mother had
presented to me a few months ago to use on _her_.
Today was Thursday, which meant tomorrow, a Friday, she'd probably wear
a "regular outfit" to school, so I could look forward to a little
mini-skirt, bare-midriff, pony-tail session then. It also meant that
Denise would be out with her activities until nine tonight. This created
an excellent tension of interests between little Kimmie and me, which I
was relishing at this moment. You see, with Denise out so late, I could
afford to drag out our session for as long as I chose, letting the
pressure and semen build to a point that the poor little cocksucker's
jaws would be very tired by the time she finally got to choke down my
copious load.
On the other hand, Kimmie had all the more reason to try to bring me off
as quickly as possible. As part of our "arrangement", as soon as she was
finished she would be allowed to go see her little sixteen-year old
boyfriend, and to perform the same sort of service for him if she chose.
Her mother would never allow her to go out on a school night, and of
course, Denise was completely ignorant of any of Kimmie's newfound
talents, so Thursdays were an opportunity for us both.
Ah yes, the "arrangement". It had been about ten months ago, and I was
home around two-thirty, as usual. The doorbell rang, and to my surprise
a police officer stood at door with a shamefaced Kimmy. Looking out to
the street I could see some little punk was secured in the back of the
officer's patrol car.
"What is it?" I worriedly asked.
"May I come in?" he responded. I showed him to my drawing room, the very
room in which today little Kimmie was hard at work. On this occasion,
Kimmie had no choice but to join the two of us, and I told her to sit
down while the officer said his piece.
"Well?" I asked.
"Mr. Broward, I'm Sergeant Thompson, and on my way home from my shift I
found your daughter in a rather compromising position. You see, she was
in the back seat of a car, in broad daylight, with one of my regular
'customers '. He's a little shit named Billy Weston, and he's been in
and out of juvenile correction since he was nine. Well, half their
clothes were off, and Kimmie here, was, well, she was pleasuring him in
a way no fourteen year old ought to be."
This was a tremendous shock to me. I thought of Kimmie as a little girl,
who only months before had begged me for some "Mystery Date" computer
game for her fourteenth birthday. But suddenly, as I looked at the
humiliated girl sitting in my easy chair, avoiding my eyes, I saw her
pert little breasts starting to blossom, and recalled how her hips had
begun to show themselves around our back yard pool. To my great
surprise, I felt my dick twitch, and in a heartbeat, I had a plan.
'I'm afraid that's not all," Sergeant Thompson continued, interrupting
my scheming, "it was no great surprise to me to find quite a few drugs
in that punk's car, which doesn't look too good for Kimmie, and it's
going to finally send Billy to adult prison, where he'll be the one
giving the bl-….excuse me, I'm just glad to finally put him away." A
quick glance at Kimmie's face confirmed my suspicion - the peril of her
"boyfriend" was extremely distressing to her. "And then there is
Kimmie….." he trailed off. I knew what he was after, and it would fit
very nicely into my plan.
"Sergeant, can I speak to my stepdaughter alone for a moment?"
"Sure", he said, "I'll wait in the living room here".
"Kimmie," I said firmly, after he had excused himself, "I want to know
exactly what happened". She looked very afraid, particularly since I
always referred to her as my daughter, not my stepdaughter. I had
carefully selected the reference to underscore her precarious position.
"Daddy, he's not that bad, don't let him get sent to prison!"
"Kimmie, you had better worry about yourself. Now tell me what's been
going on. Are you fucking this little shit?"
"No..no, just, you know" she stuttered, having never heard me use a word
like that.
"No, I _don't_ know. Tell me."
"I've never, you know, had sex. I was just, well,… with my mouth."
"Kimmie, I'm going to ask you something, and save your answer for the
end. Do you want to go back to that horrible public school system,
dressed like trailer trash, never again to enjoy the nice clothes and
things I've provided for you? Do you want your mother to learn that
you're a little whore? Do you want that little fuck Billy to go to the
state penn, where he 'll be the one giving the blow-jobs? Do you?"
"No, no Daddy! I'm so sorry! Please, I'll do anything, anything, please
don't let any of those things happen!"
"I'll remember you said that. I'll tell you what, I'll get little Billy
off the hook, but rest assured, I can have him sent away at any time,
and I can have you return to your former lifestyle at any time. I'll
tell your mother the whole story, and convince her you need a humbling
experience to build your character. You know who will win that one. I'll
tell you what, under certain circumstances, I'll even let you continue
to see that little loser. But for any of this to happen, you're going to
do exactly what I say. Is that clear?"
"Yes Daddy, thank you, Daddy!"
Sergeant Thompson was waiting for his bribe, but he was really surprised
that it was in the neighborhood of ten-thousand dollars. He was even
more surprised that I actually wanted him to drop the charges against
Billy, seeing as I should most likely want to keep my stepdaughter away
from the likes of him. He was happy to hear that I was so generous
because I wanted him to be prepared to take Billy down anytime I asked,
to which he whole-heartedly agreed. Kimmie witnessed this whole
exchange. Her life was never to be the same again.
So here I was, almost a year later, about to pump yet another tremendous
load down my stepdaughter's "junior miss" throat. I don't think she was
so thankful anymore. And now she _had_ to call me Daddy, a twisted irony
now that I was using her so cruelly. No, I'm sure she didn't feel much
affection for me at all. But Billy was still a free punk, she still got
to enjoy the life of a little rich girl, and other than our little
sessions, she had it pretty good.
Tonight she might even get to see Billy, unless I could prolong our
session until nine o'clock. It was3:30 now, she'd been at it for almost
an hour. I had once made it last until about eight, and she had been
miserable. Oh, what a blessed release that was! But I wasn't going to be
able to last so long on this occasion. I looked again at her panty-clad
bottom. Oh yes, very nice.
Other than her mouth, she was still completely a virgin. That was part
of the "arrangement", which I checked personally on a weekly basis.
Hymen intact, sphincter tight. Both conditions would be changing soon,
however, courtesy of Daddy. Lately, the look of her sweet ass and taut
pussy mound were working that ancient magic on me, and I knew that soon
the blow jobs would no longer be enough. It was with these thoughts that
I lost it. I grabbed her head with both hands, forcing my cock deep into
her throat. I stared at the refection of her white-panty ass in the
trophy case glass as I shot a powerful load down her slutty throat.
Spurt after spurt pulsed out of my throbbing cock and directly into her
stomach. Oh god! I thought as I came for what seemed like sixty seconds
to thoughts of busting the little teen's cherry.
In accordance with our arrangement, she licked me clean afterwards,
recited the formulaic "Thank-you, Daddy", and stood up, turning around
so that I could release her from her bonds. I couldn't resist swatting
her cotton-covered ass a couple of times, and, as she scurried away to
get ready to see Billy, I thought to myself "Soon, very soon, I'm afraid
it will be time to punish that little pussy". But that, my friends, is
another story.
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