Enormous. Thick. Angry. Those are the first words that come into my mind when I see it. It may be my first, but I know enough to know that it’s a monster. He spits into his palm and moistens his shaft, then nods at me.
“Let me see you play with your pussy, Pixie. Show me what a woman you are.”
Is he joking? The embarrassment and shame I’ve felt up until now will be nothing in comparison to the pain I’ll feel if he forces me to do that. That’s so…private. I barely even do it when I’m by myself, let alone in front of my stepfather. But his eyes betray nothing. He’s serious. What was it he said about Harry just wanting to take me and use me and then toss me aside? It seems like he’s the one who wants to do that.
“I can’t…”
“I didn’t ask you to talk,” he says. “In fact, I didn’t ask you to do anything. I told you to play with that sweet little pussy, and that’s what I expect you to do.”
Tears form in my eyes, but I close them and push them away. No. I’m not going to cry. He can’t see me do that. That would mean he’s won, and I can’t let that happen.
I can do this. I will, and then it will be all over.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly move my hand down, down, down between my legs until I find it, the spot that gets me there. Only this time when I touch it, my body responds differently.
The jolt of sensation is sharp, almost painful, and rocks me. My legs quiver, and I have to brace myself against the wall. I hear a groan from Baron and open my eyes to see him stroking his slick cock up and down with a strong hand.
“See, you can do it. You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”
I’m nothing more than a visual to him. His eyes are focused on me the same way as if he were watching a movie. I move my finger slowly, circling my clitoris, sending pulses of pleasure through my body. The contrast of feelings inside me is like rays of sunshine breaking through a terrible storm. Despite my humiliation, I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.
“That sweet, teenage body of yours has my cock throbbing, princess,” Baron groans, stepping closer. Isn’t this enough? Is he going to rape me now? “Those tits make all the boys want you, and that ass makes them want to breed you. I could take you right now and pump that virgin cunt with my cock and make you mine. You know that, don’t you?”
My hand stops, but Baron’s doesn’t. I can hear the sound of the slickness of his palm as it moves up and down. But I don’t look. There’s no way I’m going to give him the satisfaction.
“You’ve never even seen a cock before. I can see it in your eyes. I’d tear that virgin pussy apart with this, princess. You wouldn’t prance around the house looking sexy after that. Hell, you wouldn’t even be walking.”
He’s right. His cock scares me. Just the thought of it being inside me makes me want to close my legs. But I can’t. I have to finish what I’ve started, but I’m not sure what more he wants from me.
“You’re going to come for me now, princess.” Baron’s hand moves faster on his cock, and he steps so close to me that it’s practically touching my slit. I’m wet, but I know I shouldn’t be. Not like this. My chest is quaking as I apply more pressure, but there’s no way I’m going to be able to get there. This is worse than singing in public, and I hate singing in public.
“Please, Baron. I don’t think I can.”
“Don’t be stupid. Either you make yourself come like you have so many times before, or I spread that pussy with this cock. Be lucky I’m even giving you a choice.”
I can’t stop them anymore. The tears begin to fall.
They stream down my cheeks like rainfall against glass. A sound that could either be a groan or a chuckle comes from Baron’s chest, and I choke back a sob.
“Faster. Come or I’m taking that pussy.”
It’s all I can do to keep it together. How am I supposed to do that? But I obey his command and move my finger faster and try to pretend I’m somewhere else. But each time I feel myself rising to a climax, my thoughts rip me down to earth like iron chains attached to my ankles.
“I can’t,” I whimper.
“Fine,” Baron growls. “I’ll do it for you.”
He inches forward, and I brace myself, expecting to feel him enter me. But that’s not what happens. Instead, he slaps my hand away, and I feel the hot strength of the tip of his cock spread me open, but just slightly, not enough to go inside. I open my eyes and look down as he caresses my clitoris with his swollen crown.
His legs are spread like a cowboy riding a horse, and his eyes are fixed on mine. But I can’t look at him. It’s all I can do to keep from falling over as he massages my button with his manhood, adding his wetness to my own. Spit and pre-cum mix with my own juices, and I feel a wash of shame sweep over me as my stepfather brings me to orgasm.
And not just any orgasm. The orgasm of my life.
I almost fall, but Baron catches me by the hair and holds me up like a ragdoll. My body convulses against the wall, and I feel a spurt of slick, sticky warmth and look down to see a milky white spray shoot out of his cock, coating my womanhood in a thick white glaze.
As if it wasn’t enough to do this to me, he has to mark
