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 The Stepdaughter - Chapter 3 by Uncle Pester

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Keywords: (Mf, oral, quasi inc., toys, light bond., reluc.)
Notes: Another account of Sam and his stepdaughter.  Sam decides to play
out his sexual fantasies on Tina - she finds out more about her own
sexuality - explores and exposes her deepest fantasies beyond her wildest
dreams.
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   Chapter 3

   He dangled the handcuffs in a single finger over her.  Her eyes widened,
wondering what he was up to.  He gently took one of her wrists and closed
the cuff securely over the wrist.  Her eyes followed his motions as he
secured the open cuff over the bedpost and clicked it securely in place and
waited for her response.  There wasn't one - hell she didn't even try to
protest.  A mix of nervousness and fright overcome her - she felt that she
wasn't in any danger but the uncertainty made her womanhood wet.  Very wet.
Her nipples stiffened and goosebumps started to appear all over her young
body.

   She was speechless.  She watched as her right arm was now securely
attached to the bed post.  She looked at her bound wrist and then back at
him.  Her eyes were wide with wonder, but an inquisitive wonder waiting for
his next move.  He reached over and grabbed another pair of hand cuffs,
proceeded to secure her wrist to the other side of the headboard.  Her eyes
kept on his hands as he worked his craft.  She felt helpless, but loved it.
She, admittedly, was nervous but was sure that he meant her no harm.

   Her eyes, as big as saucers now, were locked into his.

   "Sam," her voice trailed off.  She had a questioning tone to her voice.
Her mind was swimming.  'Oh my God.' she thought to herself as she was
helpless and nude.  Prone to his whim.  She was unsure of herself and not
sure yet if she wholeheartedly liked it.

   "Don't worry, baby.  I just want to try something.  If you don't like
it. I'll stop.  Just say a safe word so that I know you're not into this
anymore.  Just say the word, scapegoat, and I will immediately know you're
uncomfortable and remove your restraints.  OK?"

   Safe word?  What the hell is that she wondered to herself, but kept it
stored in her mind.  What the fuck was he planning to do to her?

   He stoked her cheek gently and kissed her deeply to help her calm down.
He could tell she was nervous.  It showed on her body movements as she
pulled at the handcuffs and looked helplessly at him.  He smiled at her
which re-assured her that she wasn't in any danger of harm - but the wonder
kept her wet and waiting.

   He left the bed, his semi-hard cock flapped against his thighs as he
exited to the room.  Now, her interest was piqued.  'What the hell was he
doing,' she thought to herself.  He emerged back into the room moments
later holding two lengths of rope.  He quietly and diligently set about
tying down his beautiful stepdaughter's ankles down to the foot board.  He
had also brought in small towels to shield her young skin from abrasions
against both the handcuffs and rope.  He didn't want to hurt her, only act
out his fantasies on her that her mother wouldn't perform.  So far, she
held up admirably.

   He stood back and admired his handiwork securing the little girl to the
bed.  Ripe for the taking in any way he wished.  He thought about taking
her anus.  Maybe even tit-fucking her small tits.  It was if she read his
mind and realized what was going on.  A mental mind-fuck.  He slowly
stroked his cock to get it back up and ready for her.

   "So, baby.  How you feel?"

   "Daddy, I, uh . . .  " she trailed off

   Don't worry, honey.  I'll take good care of you.  Real good care.  You
trust me, don't you?"

   She nodded, unable to speak.  She was too nervous to even fight his
control of the situation.  He had her.  He loved it, she also - deep down
inside - loved it too.

   He reached back into the nightstand and pulled out, much to her relief,
a feather duster.  It was small, and it's only design was to tickle,
relentlessly, it's intended victim.  She now, was the victim.  He brused it
lightly over both her cheeks on her face.  She shook her face as it tickled
her gently.  He then moved it down her sweet neck and onto her breastbone.

   Her body reacted symbiotically and writhed as he made gentle circles
around her petite breasts.  He watched as her nipples hardened even more
and the goosebumps spread over her flesh.  He denied himself the desire to
suckle her little brown nipples.  He was taken by his little girl's
reaction to his amorous desire.  Even though he had just shot his load
moments ago - his cock was twitching and wanting inside her.  He knew he
had to be strong and quell this desire - but it was tough.  He could just
take her helplessly.  He cursed under his breath and kept at the task at
hand.  Driving her insane with pleasure.

   He continued teasing her with the feather brush - lightly brushing it
over her stomach, womanhood, inside her thighs and over the cheeks of her
bubble butt.  Her eyes were closed tight and taking in the sensation of the
feathers.  Loving every single stroke her step dad performed on her.  She
was in heaven from the feeling.  He grew tired of the duster and decided to
pull out another toy and accessory.  He placed a sleeping blindfold over
her eyes so she wouldn't be able to see his next moves.  She gasped
momentarily as he secured it over her head.  Again, she was such a good
little girl.  No objections.  No fighting.

   He pulled out a vibrator from the nightstand and switched it on.  She
heard the hum of it approach her.  She knew of them, but had never
experienced the feeling of one.  He placed it gently on her swollen clit.
She let out an audible moan as the plastic penis found its mark on her.  A
smile broke out on Sam's face as he gently rubbed it up and down over her
nubbin.  She writhed and moaned in pleasure as he slowly forced the tip of
the vibrator into her wet and waiting vagina.

   "Baby like?" he asked her, knowing the outcome of her reply.

   "Oh God, yes, don't stop.  It's driving me fucking crazy." Again, her
body was writhing in ecstasy and bucking against his hand pile driving her
young twat.  He relentlessly kept his pace rhythmically pounding his
stepdaughter's cunt with the plastic toy.  He reached over and drove the
thing into the highest vibrations it would muster.  Sweat glistened all
over her lithe little body.  The little baby fat she had left was jiggling
to her gyrations.  He could smell her, he knew she was close to orgasming.
That musky smell fueled his lust even further.  He wanted in between her
thighs, licking and sucking his way into bliss.  But this was for her.  Her
pleasure only - and he knew he was doing his job well.

   She started to arch her back, much like he had witnessed on the couch
just hours before.  She was close. . .  he knew it.  The vibrations were
sent deep into her body and kept her sugar walls so, so wet.  She felt a
wave of intensity embrace her and wanted release.  But she couldn't wrap
her arms around him.

   "Fuck!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.  "Suck my fucking tits you
pedo.  Do it now!" she demanded blindly from her lover.  He did as he was
told and gently embraced her stiffened nipples.  He took her closest
swollen nipple gently into his mouth and circled with his tongue.  She
sighed deeply signaling her approval at his actions.

   His unrelenting tongue on her nipples and the vibrations of the plastic
cock threw her over the edge.  She violently orgasemed loudly.  Her voice
echoed off the bedroom walls.  Sam was afraid that even the neighbors heard
her pleasure.

   She slowly caught her breath verbally saying 'Oh's' as her body and
breath eventually returned to normal.  He savored the moment of watching
her sweaty young body slowly come back to a standard breathing pace.  She
never looked so beautiful.  Bound and blindfolded.  His cock finally sprung
to life.  He wanted to violate her like never before.

   He had never experienced so many erections in one day.  Yes, he was
stuck in a sexless marriage, but she brought things to a new level.  She
was his plaything, but truth be told, he was her's.  She could ask anything
of him and he'd comply without hesitation.  Anything for his beautiful 15
year old stepdaughter.

   She heard a rustle in the bed as he reached over to the nightstand once
again.  This time he pulled out a bottle of lubricant.  He had designs on
this girl to deflower her yet in another way.  She struggled futilely
against her restraints, knowing full well that she was his captive.  And
more was yet to come.



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