Sharleen is a professional kick-boxer, but no amount of success ever seems good enough for her coach. It doesn’t help that her coach is also her dominating, overbearing stepdad, who’s newfound interest in his eighteen-year-old daughter sometimes borders on obsession.
Sharleen is tired of the way he treats her, and during a training session she stands up for herself, by punching him square in the stomach. Pleased with herself, she goes to take a shower – but little does she know that her stepdad plans on punishing her or her actions. This story involves rough, reluctant sex and a first time anal sex encounter.
“Come on, Sharleen, move your ass!” My stepdad shouted, his face just inches away from mine. He moved behind the punch bag and held it there, increasing the resistance and making me work even harder than before. I gritted my teeth and tried to dig deep, pushing myself harder than I thought possible.
I was due to compete in a few short weeks, and I knew that my stepdad was far more concerned with whether or not I won the fight than I was. I had been competing in junior kickboxing since I was eleven years old, and now eight years later, I was starting to get tired of the whole thing. It didn’t help that my stepdad was also my coach, so my training seemed to completely and utterly take over every element of my life.
I never went out partying with friends, and had grown up without having any sort of social life. My only friends were the ones who I’d known from the gym, but most of them had given up on kickboxing over the years – partly due to my stepdad’s obsessive and totalitarian personality. What started off as a thriving martial arts centre had dwindled in numbers over the years until it was just me and a couple of my dad’s old friends, stuck in a time warp of training, competitions and yet more training.
I’d reached a semi-professional level and I was proud of my successes. But it just wasn’t good enough for my stepdad. He was never satisfied with my performance, no matter how many competitions I won.
As far as he was concerned, I was still just a weak and poorly-disciplined little girl. He coached me in the only fashion he knew how to, which was to scream in my face until I got it right. That method may have worked when I was a timid young teenager, but now that I was eighteen I was starting to grow tired of his ways.
“Move, move, move, move, MOVE!” He screamed at me, forcing me to punch harder and move faster. I felt anger bubbling inside me, and tried to direct it through my movements. But I just couldn’t seem to channel it. My stepdad was enraging me, and all I could do was carry on and hope that he got off my back.
Our relationship had always been strained, ever since I could remember. But it seemed to have gotten a little more tense as of late. Since I turned eighteen, my stepdad had changed both his attitude and his behaviour towards me. Instead of giving me more freedom and respect, he treated me worse than a child.
He had begun treating me a whole lot differently since I had turned eighteen. At first it was subtle changes, the sorts of things that wouldn’t be noticeable to someone who didn’t know him. He would make comments about the things I was wearing – giving backhanded compliments and suchlike, so that I felt confused and uncomfortable. But it also kind of excited me, in a strange way. It made me feel special, like I was more than just his kickboxing stepdaughter. In some ways he had started treating me more like a person, and I enjoyed that part.
But it was a double edged sword. His newfound interest in me bordered on obsession. He wanted to know where I was at every waking moment, who I was with and what time I would be home. He would always make the excuse that he needed to make sure I would be home in time for training, or something else remotely related to kickboxing. In truth, he was just controlling.
And this was never more apparent than when he was shouting in my face, desperately trying to force me to push my body harder.
“Move it!” He growled, “stop being so goddamned WEAK!”
His words cut through me and sent me over the edge. My anger erupted, and overflowed – at that moment I saw red. I snapped my gaze away from the punch bag and glared at my stepdad.
“Weak?” I shouted, feeling as though I was about to explode, “does this feel weak to you?”
I stepped forwards and dropped into an uppercut, sinking it into his gut with such a force that I could literally hear the air being forced from his lungs. All my power and aggression had gone into the punch, and I watched him drop to the floor just a second later, gasping for air.
I felt an overwhelming excitement, coupled with an odd sense of fear as I watched him clutching his torso and rolling on the floor. I had crossed a line, and I knew it – but it had been totally worth it. I had finally stood up for myself, and proved to him that I wouldn’t be bullied any longer.
I turned on my heel and marched out of the gym, making my way towards the showers. I didn’t want to be around for when my stepdad caught his breath. I knew that I would probably feel his wrath at some point anyway, but that was a price I was willing to pay. I had stood up for myself; proved I wasn’t weak – and I just couldn’t stop grinning.
I was still smiling as I peeled my sweat-drenched clothes from my body and stepped into the shower. The hot water was invigorating and soothing to my sore, aching muscles. I really had been training very hard as of late, and welcomed the opportunity to spend some time alone, in a place where I knew my stepdad couldn’t bother me. I sighed as I let the hot water cascade over me, and closed my eyes. I was so relaxed that I didn’t hear the door to the locker room opening, or the sound of soft footsteps walking towards me.
It was only when I heard the sound of a zipper that I opened my eyes suddenly. Water streamed into them, blurring my vision, and I felt completely disorientated as a pair of hands grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me, face first, against the wall. I squealed, trying to push myself away from the wall, and failing. I squealed again, and felt something being roughly shoved into my mouth. It felt like a sponge of some sort, and I tried to spit it out, but it was no use. I turned my head to look at whoever it was that had their hands on me, but all I could make out was a watery blur. But deep inside, I already knew.
“Not so strong now, are you?” my stepdad growled, sending strange feelings of nervous energy through me. His voice was deep and full of anger, but there was a smooth coolness to his tone that I’d never heard before. It was almost like this came naturally to him – like this whole terrifying scenario was somehow normal. Or, as if he’d been planning something like this all along.
I didn’t have any more time to deliberate over the deeper meanings to the tone of his voice, because all of a sudden, a hard, swift spank landed on my bare ass cheek. I squealed into my gag, and tried to push myself back off the wall so that I could at least turn and face him. But he was just so strong.
Another hard strike landed against my ass, making a loud, wet slapping noise that echoed around the room. I felt so dirty and humiliated, unable to quite comprehend what was happening to me. It was so surreal and there was only one logical explanation for what was unfolding – my stepdad must have lost his mind.
I mean, I was his daughter! I was as good as his own flesh and blood – and here he was, man handling me and spanking my wet, naked body. It was disgusting. It was exciting!
I felt so ashamed at how my body was reacting to his touch. My pussy swelled and throbbed when I felt his hand against my soft skin, and the sharp jolts of pain seemed to send my senses into overdrive. It just didn’t make any sense!
“You always lacked discipline, Sharleen” my stepdad said, cupping my ass cheek in his big, strong hand and beginning to squeeze “you always needed someone to teach you a lesson. To teach you some respect… to teach you to submit!”
As he spoke, his hand slid across my skin, and his fingers gently began to work their way between my ass cheeks. I squirmed and let out a few inaudible cries of disbelief as I felt him beginning to violate me. He wasn’t even my real father, but this was still forbidden. I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t fighting him off.
But then, as I felt my daddy’s fingers plunge into my tight pussy, I realised that I wanted this. I wanted to feel his rough touch – and I wanted him to punish me!
“Mmmm you’re so tight, babygirl” he crooned, pressing up against me so that I could feel the bulging muscles of his chest on my back. It was then that I realised he was completely naked too, and I could feel his bulging erection pressing up against me. I squirmed against him, but offered no sounds of protest as he roughly rammed yet another finger up inside me. It hurt, and he wasn’t being gentle, but somehow I just wanted more. I wanted him to stuff me full, until I couldn’t think straight.
“You want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours, I can feel it” he said, in a voice as smooth and slick as hot butter “you want Daddy to stick his big fat cock inside you, don’t you!”
It was true. Something inside me had snapped, and I lost all sense of who I was. It was like I was trapped inside some sort of filthy, lucid dream. But his words were absolutely true. I wanted him. I wanted Daddy’s cock!
He shifted his position, forcing his knee between my thighs and widening my legs. Then he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back, making me wince with pain. He kissed me, hard, next to my mouth, and then kept his cheek resting against mine. We were both soaking wet, our slippery bodies sliding against each other. My skin felt like it was literally on fire as my daddy spread my ass cheeks apart and dipped the tip of his prick into my tight hole. I squealed, more out of shock than anything else, and then moaned loudly as he pushed forwards and slid his entire length up inside me. I was panting and squirming against the wall now, feeling every inch of him as he forced his way up inside me. He kept my head yanked back, and then spanked me hard on my ass before quickening his pace.
“Mmmmm, you’re so tight” he growled, fucking me harder still, so that the shower room echoed with the sound of our wet bodies slapping together. It was so filthy and erotic that I completely lost all sense of who I was!
“Do you like it?” he rasped, turning my face up towards his again, so that he could look into my lustful, pleading eyes “do you like Daddy’s cock in your cunt?”
I nodded my head, unable to speak, but desperate to let him know how badly I wanted it; how good it was making me feel. I just couldn’t help myself – the extreme humiliation was more than I could bare, and it was turning me on in a way that I had never thought possible.
My stepdad grinned, a wide and sinister grin. “That’s too bad” he said, removing his cock from my pussy and trailing his fingers down my back and between my ass cheeks. “You need to be punished, Sharleen. So I have no choice but to fuck you in your tight little ass until you beg me to stop. It’s the only way you’ll learn!”
With those words he thrust his fingers into my tight asshole, causing me to scream out in pain. The feeling was completely alien to me, and I couldn’t believe how much it hurt. He began to spread his fingers apart, stretching me out cruelly until I felt tears spring to my eyes. The pain was so strange and intense that it took my breath away, but that was nothing compared to what came after he quickly removed his fingers.
I felt the bulbous tip of his prick pressing up against my tight opening, and I began to squirm and thrash against the wall.
“Ssshhh, babygirl” my stepdad crooned “It’ll all be over soon. Just relax and take it for Daddy”
A wall of pain hit me. I immediately went weak and limp in his arms as he drove himself into me, stuffing his prick up into my ass until I couldn’t take any more! The pain was phenomenal, and I couldn’t even cry out because of the gag. I just hung there, limply in his arms while he forced his way up inside me even further.
“Fuck… you’re so tight!” he breathed, drawing his cock out and then cramming it back up inside me even harder. I couldn’t believe that my tiny, tight asshole would stretch so far. I could feel him all the way up inside me, ravaging me and ruining me.
He slid out slowly again and then slammed back in. I yelped and squealed with pain but it was no use. His thrusts became harder, faster and more powerful each time. I coughed and spluttered as water went into my eyes and mouth – but still he wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me! I was being ass-fucked by my daddy, and I only had myself to blame.
“You want me to stop?” he growled, slamming me harder so that I was squashed against the wall “want me to give that tight little ass of yours a break, huh?”
I wailed a gurgling, indecipherable response as he continued to pound my ass. But I surprised myself in that moment. I didn’t want him to stop. Once the pain had subsided a little, the strange sensation of his huge prick sliding in and out of me was getting my juices flowing once more. I had never been ass-fucked before – and all the new, filthy sensations were becoming too much for me. It was a confused sense of pleasure, but pleasure nonetheless.
I found myself grinding my hips against the wall, seeking out some pressure against my hard clit. As shocking as it was, I felt like I was about to cum.
My stepdad spanked my ass even harder now, slamming into me with such a force that i felt like I couldn’t breathe. But it was exactly what I needed. His balls slapped against my pussy as he rammed me, and I felt my orgasm beginning to uncoil inside me.
“I’m gonna cum!” Daddy cried, spanking me harder still “I’m gonna cum in your fucking ass!”
I screamed into my gag as I felt his cock explode inside of me. It was an unbelievable feeling, and I felt my knees growing week as jets of cum filled my ass. It sent me over the edge, and I went dizzy as my orgasm erupted – drenching my stepdads already sopping-wet cock with my juices. I thrashed against the wall, pounding it with my fists as I came harder than I ever had in my life, and my stepdad cried out once more as the last waves of cum filled me up. It was unbelievable, and I felt like I might literally pass out at any second.
Luckily, my stepdad still held me in his iron grip, keeping me on my feet while I caught my breath. Then, he reached around me and turned off the shower before removing the gag from my mouth. I gasped, grateful to finally be able to breathe again, and slumped against the wall once more, completely exhausted.
My stepdad kissed me softly on the back of the neck, and I shivered. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, but I thought it best not to question it. Something inside of me told me that it was inevitable.
My stepdad gently pulled out, but kept hold of me while I gathered my strength. It was strange that I had punched him for daring to call me weak, and yet now I was unable to stand unaided.
“You did well today, Sharleen” my stepdad said softly, catching me by surprise. I turned to look at him and saw that he was smiling. I wasn’t sure if he was referring to my training, the punch I had landed on him or what had just happened moments ago – but I smiled back in response. I knew then that our training sessions together were about to get far more physical, and that suited me just fine.