I Can't Say No, Daddy
Shelbie has a problem. She can't say no to any man who asks. Daddy has a remedy — rough sex! With him. And will he leave any orifice of her shapely teenage body unmolested? Will his rough, healing touch cure her insatiable heart? Or will he make her hunger for more, more, more? More
Shelbie has a problem. She can't say no to any man who asks. Daddy has a remedy — rough sex! With him. And will he leave any orifice of her shapely teenage body unmolested? Will his rough, healing touch cure her insatiable heart? Or will he make her hunger for more, more, more?
Warning: This 5500 word short-story contains extremely explicit consensual sex between adults, in every orifice of an 18 year old woman's body. If you are offended by an older man spanking his teenage step-daughter, rough sex, and explicitly described taboo sex, then don't read this story.
* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *
Craig sat on the couch, pulling me across his knees. I gasped, my skin goose-fleshing. I knew all too well what was about to happen. He'd just never spanked me while I was naked. I'd never felt so weak, helpless, and vulnerable.
"Aaggh! I'll be good!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Aaaiiee! Please, Daddy! It hurts!"
The "daddy" got him, as I knew it would. Though, I hadn't expected him to react that way. I felt his cock stiffen deep in his jeans, pressing against my side. Craig's hand lingered on my burning butt, caressing the soft skin to smoothness. His hands were big and rough, a real man's hands. A construction worker's hands. He was a subcontractor, and a very successful one according to Mom. That's why she married him. That, and his big cock, she said.
I suddenly couldn't get that big cock comment of hers out of my mind.
"Why do I always catch you with boys like that?" he demanded.
"Aaiiee! I'm sorry," I cried, kicking my feel and clawing thin air. "I'll try to be good."
"Maybe, but you never try very hard," he said. "Can't you ever say no?"
"No," I said.
"What? Are you serious?"he said. "You really cannot say no to anything a boy wants?"
"No, I can't," I said.
About the Author:
Raquel Rogue has a passion for erotic writing, her pet Yorkie, and stilettos. Not necessarily in that order. She can't get her fertile mind off the tawdry, taboo side of life, so writes stories so wet, wild, and wicked, it'll curl your toes.