Page 90 of Wanting What’s Wrong

“Bend over,” he orders as I swallow down the saliva gathering under my tongue. A blue folded bandanna appears in front of my face, quickly covering my eyes, the soft tugging of the fabric as Cal ties the knot at the back of my head.

“Now, don’t you fucking scream, or I’ll get the fucking gag.” His hand comes down with a heavy crack on the side of my hip, making me yelp. “What did I fucking say? Be quiet.”

I know I’m safe, but still, this little game always gets my pulse going like a Hummingbird’s wings.

It’s not the best decision, but instead of doing as I’m told, shocker, I wiggle my ass and say, “You’re so bossy. I’m not scared of you.”

Even as the words leave my lips, I know it’s a mistake.

“Fucking teasing brat.” Cal’s voice takes on that edge that makes my pussy weep.

He lands three more swats after he flips my skirt up, my senses heightened in my sightless state.

A growl comes from behind me as I hear him moving, the click click of the combination to the safe, the door opening then closing and his heavy footsteps returning until I feel his heat right behind me.

“You need a reminder of who’s in fucking charge here. I may be milk drunk, but I still know when you’re asking for attention. And attention is what you’re gonna get, just maybe not the kind you wanted. ”

There’s the heavy clunk of metal on the desk, then his fingers squeeze the sides of my jaw, tugging it open. The taste of rubber slicks against my tongue as the round ball lodges in my mouth, the snap snap snap as he secures the gag around the back of my head.

“Now, that’s better. So pretty all gagged and blind for me. I’ll do whatever I fucking want with you.”

There’s a soft scuffing sound, then freezing cold metal meets the warm exposed skin of my ass, lit up already where his hand came down.

I hiss on an inhale, the weight of the firearm dragging up to the small of my back, then tortuously lower, lower.

Cal makes that unmistakable sound of gathering his spit, then the sound as he releases it from his lips. A split second later, it’s warm and wet at the apex of where my body splits to my ass, as he releases another wet ball of saliva.

I’m saying tiny, silent prayers as he makes little circles with the gun barrel through the spit, then the weight moves through the crease of my ass and there’s a shuffle. Cal’s warm breath is tickling against my warm butt cheeks.

“Think I’ll have a little pussy feast while I remind your ass what not listening gets you.”

I yelp and garble around the ball, saliva already dripping down my chin as Cal’s thick fingertips dig into my ass cheek, pulling me apart.

Then, oh Jesus, then... The blunt pressure of the metal is against the tight ring of muscle, pushing, pushing, until it pops just inside and my legs start to shake.

“Be still.” He growls as the first swipe of his thick warm tongue splits my bare lower lips. The world starts to spin, with a gun in my ass and my step-father’s tongue in my pussy. I’m barely breathing. Every nerve ending is on fire, muscles locked lest I move .

His tongue drags through my folds, up and down as he holds the thick metal inside my puckered hole, pulsing it in and out. An inch maybe, as I tremble, listening to him lick and inhale, my breasts tingling and surely leaking like milk rivers onto the desk and floor.

My nipples draw tight as the gun stills. His tongue leaves me wanting as he draws away, the metal slipping from my ass as he laps upward.

“You’re fucking filthy, aren’t you? You like that gun in your ass. Your pussy is dripping down your legs.”

I’m quivering all over as I nod, digging my fingernails into the hard wood of the desk. “Tell me you want my fat cock in your ass. You want to be fucked in that dirty little hole by your daddy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I blurt out.

“And who are you?”

“I’m daddy’s good girl. I want to be a good girl. Please.” I’m already begging as more spit meets my asshole, his fingertips pushing into my opening, gathering my arousal and spreading it on my puckered back entrance.

The soft sound of his zipper lowering mixes with the clunk of what has to be the gun being put back on the desk, and before I can prepare—

“Oh shit,” I garble around the ball, the tip of his cock popping inside my asshole as his heavy arm brushes my hip, thick hard fingertips taking my entire pussy in a deadly grip, shoving my hips backward onto his girth.

“That asshole opened right up for Daddy. My dick’s harder than lead.

Such a willing little girl for me. Wonder what all those people in town would think, seeing you take my dick up your ass, all blind and gagged, tits spraying milk everywhere, cunt dripping.

They think you’re just a sweet little tease, but you’re really a filthy little girl slut for me. For—only—fucking me. ”

He punctuates the last words with three hard thrusts, the thickness spreading my ass, making me wince, but I nearly come undone from the thrill of it all.

Cal starts to thrust, pumping in and out, inching his way inside me until his balls are slapping on the underside of my pussy lips, his hips meeting the flesh of my ass cheeks.

“So fucking tight. Jesus Christ. I’m not going to last ten fucking seconds in this baby girl ass. So good it should be illegal.”

The fucking turns lethal, hard and demanding and so fucking good.

I barrel through my first orgasm as Cal takes my ass with zero mercy.

It’s not my first time. He’s trained me well.

He would never harm me, but a little pain gets us both off and with a cock the size of a prize stallion, he always does hurt a little.

So. Fucking. Good.

“Daddy’s shooting his gun inside you, baby. Fuck, come with me. I love how your asshole squeezes me when you come.”

His fingers find my clit, pulling another, harder, wetter, more demanding climax from me as he unloads deep in my back entrance. Holding his cock to the hilt as he spurts and fills me, my belly hanging down, the baby starting to roll around as the orgasm twists through me.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I finally say as he releases the gag, swiping the spit from my face with a rough palm.

“You’re welcome, baby. You needed to be fucked hard. You feel better?”

Emily starts to fuss from behind the office door, my tits responding with a new flow as Cal retreats, leaving my ass full of him.

“Turn around here. I want a snack before you feed the baby and I open the shop. You’re my favorite flavor. All of you.”

He turns me around, taking my breasts again, drinking, looking satisfied and happy as he shares a warm kiss, then turns, putting his cock away and heading back through the doors to the front of the shop, leaving me dripping from every hole.

Filthy. Fun. Forever.

Just like we promised.