Date: 2/12/2020, Categories: Fiction Authoritarian, Enema, Incest / Taboo Teen Mature / Older Non-consensual sex Spanking Masturbation / Toys Water Sports / Pissing, Written by women Author: Pearls_Inside, Source: sexstories.com
My name is Charlie. The year I turned 18, my body filled out and it seemed as if overnight I had curves. My mom had to take me shopping for new bras and clothes because hardly anything fit anymore. I was 5' 6" and athletic from the dance I had been doing my whole life. My breasts were all of a sudden a 32 D. My mom was sympathetic, telling me sports bras would help support me while I danced. But my hormones were more concerned with how boys were looking at me lately. I was being invited to a lot of parties that I never went to and dances and proms were easy to find dates for. I lost my virginity when I was after my first prom with a Junior who had asked me to the dance. He was sweet and a virgin too. The sex was painful and awkward and I bled for a few days after. We had messed around a few times after and the sex didn't hurt anymore but I had still never had an orgasm with a boy. One day after school my senior year, the poor boy was sucking on my nipple with his hands down my pants, determined to figure out how to make a girl come when my dad walked in early from work. I've never seen a boy move as fast as he did running from my house. I've also never seen my dad angrier. "Get to your room, young lady!" I hurried up the stairs and jumped onto my bed, my heart pounding. I was in so much trouble! How was I going to explain myself? I waited in my room for what seemed like hours. From the sounds downstairs, my father was having a few drinks. So I waited. My mom was away on a business trip and I knew he had no idea how to handle what he'd just witnessed. He never came into my room that night. A few weeks later, a boy was tutoring me after school when dad came home. The boy nervously excused himself and left. "Another after school visitor?" My dad's voice sounded strange. "He's just tutoring me in math, Dad. He's a nice boy." I rolled my eyes. "You think I believe that? You think I don't see the way you’ve changed? You've turned into a whore, Charlie!" "No, daddy! I've only been with one boy, I swear!" he came toward me and I could smell the liquor on his breath. He must have stopped for cocktails with his friends at work before he came home. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up the stairs to my room. He sat on my bed and pulled me over his lap, lifting my skirt so my ass was exposed for him. "Daddy, no!" He pulled my thong down and slipped it off my feet. "No? Since when do you tell me 'no'? Only a whore wears a thong under a skirt, Charlie." He balled up my thong and stuffed it into my mouth as he began spanking my bare ass. My cries were muffled and struggling did no good, he was far too strong. All I could do was cry and take the punishment. Each slap felt made me scream as the pain increased. When he was finished, he tossed me onto the bed, "If you want to be a whore, I'll treat you like one." He started grabbing clothes from my closet and disappeared into my mother's sewing room. Dad's family were Tailors, and he knew plenty about clothes. I was ...