swedishcervixpoker: You were my daughter’s rival in high school, and you had pushed it too far. You’
swedishcervixpoker: You were my daughter’s rival in high school, and you had pushed it too far. You’d stolen her favorite shoes from her locker during gym class and were showing them off. No one believed her when she accused you of stealing them, because you’re the most popular and the prettiest. Even those that knew better took your side. When she came home wearing sneakers with her dress, I had to take action. We walked over to your house together. You answered the door still wearing my daughter’s heels. “Those are my daughter’s shoes,” I said bluntly. “No, they’re mine,” you lied. I pushed in, grabbed you by the hair and asked you where your room is. “Ow, these are my shoes, you can’t do this to me!” I pulled you up the stairs by your hair and found your room. “This is what happens in my house when my daughter steals something,” I said, sitting on your bed and pulling you over my knee.I pulled up your skirt, revealing your tight little ass barely clad in a tiny thong. Grabbing your hairbrush, I landed it with a loud smack on your right cheek as my daughter watched from your door. You yelped in shock; your parents never spanked you, and clearly you needed it. Your wriggled your ass trying to get away, your hand trying to shield your ass from the next blow. I yanked your arm behind your back and landed the next one on your left cheek, the smack again echoing in your room. My daughter smiled, knowing that it was stinging you. You started crying, both in shame and humiliation, and from knowing that your own parents didn’t care enough to give you any attention, even a spanking. As your ass got pinker, my cock got harder. The more you wriggled your ass, the more perverted my imagination got.I felt your ass with my hand; felt its intense warmth from the spanking it was getting. Slowly, I slid your tiny thong down your pale thighs, just like I did to my daughter when she was bad. “What are you doing? You can’t do this! I’m a grown-up now!” A few more smacks on your bare ass, this time with my hands. Instead of a hairbrush imprint, the outline of my hand was marked in pink. The warmth spread. With each smack, your ass jiggled. By now you must have felt how hard my cock was. The blows hurt more as your ass got more tender.“Who’s shoes are you wearing?” I asked again. “Mine!” you cried. “Stop it! You’re not my daddy! Fuck you!”“Actually, right now, I’m your daddy, the one you’ve clearly been needing. And actually, it’s not me who’s going to get fucked.” I ran my fingers between your wriggling legs and felt your wetness. “Just as I thought.” Again grabbing your hair, I hauled you up and bent you over your bed. Your skirt was bunched around your waist, your panties around your thighs. I dropped my pants, freeing my cock. My daughter watched from your doorway and her eyes grew big. I made sure she could see as I ran my big cock up and down your wet slit. “One last chance, who’s shoes are you wearing?” “They’re mine!” you cried, and I shoved my cock in.Still holding your arm behind your back, I continued spanking you as I stuffed my cock deep inside. Your cries became moans, your attempts to escape became more feeble. I pulled your panties the rest of the way down until they puddled around your ankles. I pulled one of your feet out, still clad in my daughter’s shoes, and spread your legs wide. I pulled out and slapped my wet cock against your pink ass. “Get up onto your bed,” I commanded. You did as you were told, wiggling your ass at me, your wet pussy gaping. I smacked your ass again, spreading your cheeks. I teased your tight little ass and ran my slick cock from your pussy to your ass. “Who’s shoes?” I asked again. “Mine!” you said defiantly. “Go find some lube,” I told my daughter. You realized things were about to get serious. “You can’t do this,” you said with a mix of fear and anticipation. “Who’s shoes?” I asked softly. “Mine,” you said with a smile. My daughter returned with some lube. “Lube her ass and my cock,” I said. She knew perfectly well that I was living out a fantasy, fucking this girl wearing my daughter’s shoes, taking the bare-bottomed spankings that she still got over the line. My cock was already slick from your well-fucked pussy, but she slowly and sensually stroked my cock anyway. As I spread your cheeks, she lubed your tight asshole, roughly pushing first one, then two, then four fingers inside you. She was simultaneously reveling in the pain I was about to inflict on your, and yet also jealous. Her own pussy gushed. When she was done, she guided my cock to your ass. I pushed against it, your ass unyielding at first. I gradually pushed harder and harder. “Take it,” my daughter growled into your ear, smacking your tender ass. Finally you yielded, my cock popping into your ass. I pulled out, then pushed in again, deeper. Your tears flowed anew at the pain, and you bit down on your sheets to deny us the pleasure of hearing your cries.Soon I was pounding into your ass. With each thrust I asked who’s shoes you were wearing. You knew all you had to do to make me stop was admit your crime, but you didn’t. Brutally I pounded your ass while my daughter continued the spanking. Soon you cried out again, but from the waves of orgasm washing over you, not the pain. I felt my own orgasm coming up, my thrusts even harder and deeper, my cock swelling even more. I shoved back into your gaping pussy, and my daughter caressed my heavy balls as I unloaded into your bare unprotected pussy. She could feel each spurt as she cradled my balls. Finally I pulled out, overflowing cum running down your thighs.My daughter pulled her shoes off of your feet and put them on, looking deep into my eyes, the symbolism clear to us both. We left you like that, holes gaping, cum between your legs, skirt pushed up around your waist, ass pink. We left together, hand in hand. -- source link