Sleepover Slut

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“A Rough Threesome Encounter And Sexual Punishment Short”

 

Synopsis:

Eighteen year old schoolgirls Jen and Shelley are having a sleepover, and Jen decides to go downstairs to steal some beer from the basement. She knows she’s not allowed to drink, but Shelley brings out her wild side whenever she’s around. However, when Jen is searching for the keys to the basement, her stepdad catches her. He knows what she’s up to and decides to dish out a little punishment, bending her over his knee for a hard spanking. Then things really begin to heat up when Shelley comes downstairs and catches them in the act. This is a rough threesome sex short, with adult themes such as sexual punishment, spanking, forced cunnilingus and ‘daddy’/daughter sex.

 

“Dammit, hold still would you Shelley” I said, smudging nail polish on the carpet as I tried to paint her toenails. She was having trouble holding still, true but I didn’t like to admit that the reason that I was having trouble applying her nail polish might have been due to the fact that I’d had one too many beers.

I squinted, trying to control my not-so-accurate vision, and also trying to apply the polish without ruining my bedroom carpet even further. Shelley looked at my face and giggled.

“I think you’ve probably had one too many, Jen” Shelley said, smiling. I couldn’t help but notice that she slurred her words ever so slightly, so I giggled. It sounded like she’d had one too many too.

“I’ve not had enough” I said, defiantly. I looked her square in the eye and smiled again “I don’t think either of us has had enough. We made a pact that this night was going to be awesome, and I don’t think we’ve quite reached awesome just yet.”

“But we’ve run out of beer” Shelley said, sitting upright and causing me to splurge red nail polish right over her toes and up her foot. She didn’t seem to notice. “You drank the last one, Jen. In my mind that makes you responsible for topping us up. What are you going to do about it?”

She was giggling as she spoke, but I could tell that there was an element of seriousness in her voice. And she was kind of right. I had arranged this sleepover, it was at my house, so I should be responsible for providing the alcohol. I had thought that stealing a whole bucket load of beers from the basement, where my stepdad kept them, would have been enough. But we finished the whole lot in nearly 2 hours. It was now midnight, and the rest of the house had gone to bed, so I began to wonder whether making another trip to the basement would be possible.

“What you thinking?” Shelley said, a mischievous glint in her eye. She knew exactly what I was thinking, so I didn’t need to answer. I just smiled at her and scrambled to my feet, trying my best not to wobble as the alcohol went straight to my legs.

“Wait here” I said, putting on my silk dressing gown “I’ll pay another visit my stepdad’s stash. He’ll be asleep by now so it’s all good, I’ll be back in a minute”

I slipped out of my bedroom, closing the door behind me as quietly as I could. Then I tiptoed down the hall, feeling my heart racing in my chest. I was both nervous and excited, because I knew that what I was about to was wrong. My stepdad would be angry when he found out that I’d been at is beers, but my mom would absolutely kill me. But my reasoning spurred me on. I figured that, being as I’d already stolen from him, stealing a few more wouldn’t make any difference.

I slowly began to descend the stairs, leaning on the banister so that I didn’t put too much pressure on our creaky floorboards. I really did have to be as quiet as possible, because my stepdad was a very light sleeper. When I finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Now I began the slow and steady journey across the house, into the kitchen, and towards the basement door. Everything was going fine, until I turned the handle of the basement door, and it wouldn’t open.

“Damn!” I cursed under my breath. My stepdad, for some unknown reason, must have locked to the basement door before coming to bed. That sent a momentary surge of panic through me — if he’d locked the basement then perhaps he’d been down inside it? What if he’d seen that I’d already stolen from him?

I quieted the paranoid voice in my head, reasoning that if my stepdad had, indeed, found out that I’d been stealing, then he would have surely stormed into my room and given me a good talking to. As it was, he had just gone upstairs to bed without even saying goodnight. But I couldn’t figure out why he had locked the basement door.

I shuffled over to the corner of the kitchen, and turned on the light. I knew that the basement key would be around here somewhere, so I set about searching for it as quietly as I could. It wasn’t in the drawer where we kept all the other keys, nor was it under the sink, or on top of the fridge where I’d sometimes seen it lying about before. Just as I was about to give up, I noticed something shiny, inside the fruit bowl on the kitchen table. My heart lept, and I practically skipped over to the table, eager to grab it and get on with my mission.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” A deep voice said from across the kitchen. I shrieked with fright, whirling around to see who was speaking. My stepdad stepped forwards, his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing just his boxers, and tight white T-shirt. He looked like he’d been in bed, but he didn’t look like he’d been sleeping.

“I was just, um…” I said, desperately trying to think of a quick lie, and inwardly cursing my drunken state for inhibiting this. “I was just… looking for Shelley’s phone. She thought she’d left it down here.”

It was the best I could manage, and sounded kind of credible so I just went with it. My stepdad fixed me with a suspicious stare, and carried on walking towards me.

“Really?” He said, his voice flat and cold “it seems strange that you were searching on top of the fridge. Do you honestly think it’s at all likely that Shelley left her phone on top of the fridge, accidentally?”

Although his tone was called and kind of neutral, there was a searing sarcasm in his words. He didn’t believe me for one minute, and I knew it. But I’d already begun to lie, so couldn’t back out now.

“I was just being thorough” I said, smiling at him. I stood up straight, with my shoulders back, doing my best to look sober. The last thing I wanted was to appear drunk to him. That would surely arouse his suspicion, and I didn’t want that.

“I think you’re lying” he said, taking yet another step towards me, “I think you’re looking for these.” He walked over to the fruit bowl and picked up the keys, then jangled them in front of me with a self-satisfied smile on his face. My heart sank, and I immediately opened my mouth to protest. The only problem was that I couldn’t think of a lie. I was far too tipsy and way too terrified to be able to think of a suitable story to get myself out of this mess.

“Daddy, I… I’m sorry” I stammered, my face turning pale. He was stood right in front of me now, so close that I couldn’t bear to look him in the eye. “Me and Shelley just wanted to have some fun, I promise I’ll repay you! I’ll do anything you want, just don’t wake Mom, she’ll kill me!”

“Too right she’ll kill you!” my stepdad said “after what happened on your eighteenth birthday party it’s a wonder you’re even allowed friends over at all – especially Shelley!”

He was referring to what happened a month ago. Shelley and I had a joint eighteenth birthday party at my house. Shelley was wild, and brought out a reckless side of me, and our party was no exception. It was supposed to be strictly ‘no alcohol’ and very low key – but naturally it turned out being exactly the opposite. In short it involved a lot of broken glass, tears and a couple of trips to the hospital. I cringed at the memory of it and glanced at my stepdad’s face. He was scowling, but for some reason he didn’t look as angry as he was making himself out to be.

“Please, Daddy” I whispered, feeling my options running slim “I’ll do anything.”

He stared at me without moving, and didn’t speak. It made me uncomfortable, and fidgeted on the spot. Something about the way he was looking at me made my skin become tingly, and my knees become weak.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Jen” he said, his voice a rasping whisper “you need to be punished”

With those words he sprang into action. I cried out in shock as he grabbed me by the wrists and dragged me across the kitchen towards the table. I was so astounded by what was going on that I couldn’t form words, all I could do was wail and cry out in shock. He sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, and then with a hard yank of my arms he pulled me downwards, so that I was bent over his knee.

Then, to my horror he yanked down my little pyjama shorts and spanked me hard on my bare ass. It was so humiliating, and utterly shocking that I squealed out, sounding more and more like a naughty child.

“Bad girl!” My stepdad grunted, spanking me harder and harder with each slap “Naughty… little… slut!”

He was hitting me so hard that could feel myself sliding over his knees. I tried to reach behind myself, clawing at his T-shirt in order to get myself back up to a standing position. But he just put his hand on the back of my head and forced me back down. It was clear that he was in control, and there was nothing I could do about it.

“I thought you said you’d do anything?” My stepdad said, with cruelty in his voice. He had stopped spanking me, and rested his hand on my poor, sore ass cheeks. I felt heat radiating from them, and shuddered with humiliation as my stepdad slid his middle finger very slowly down my ass crack. I squirmed in his lap, biting my lip and screwing my eyes shut as his finger made its way down towards my pussy. I braced myself for inevitable, and then squealed again as he plunged his finger deep inside me.

But what I wasn’t expecting was for my pussy to be quite so wet. His finger slipped up inside me with ease, and I felt strange and twisted pleasure beginning to emanate from between my legs.

“Ooohhh, so you like it when Daddy gets nasty” he exclaimed, ramming another finger up inside me as violently as he had done the first “well, let’s see how much you like it when it’s Daddy’s fat cock up their instead of his fingers!”

With that, he pushed me off his lap and onto the floor. I rolled over onto my side, dizzy and confused by the whole situation. My daddy straddled me, standing above me as he looked down at me with an expression of pure lust on his face. Then he reached inside his boxers, and pulled out his huge fat cock. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sheer size of it, and he grinned at my response as he began massaging it slowly, right above my face.

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, it was all so sudden and unexpected. But I didn’t protest. I was mesmerised by the sight of his huge, thick member and the way he stroked it. I could see that there was pre-cum already leaking from the tip, and I suddenly felt my pussy begin to flutter and throb. I felt disgusted with myself, as I realised I was actually getting off on this.

“What’s going on?” I heard another voice say, and snapped my eyes around to the doorway. Shelley was standing there, but she wasn’t wearing the look of horror and disgust on her face that I would have expected. Instead she looked curious, almost amused. I open my mouth to say something, but my stepdad cut in before me.

“She’s a little screamer” my stepdad said, as Shelley made her way across the kitchen towards us “she squealed like a little girl when I spanked her ass, I thought she was going to wake the entire house up! Perhaps you better see to that little problem, Shelley”

“That’s just the effect you have on girls” Shelley said, with a wicked gleam in her eye “I should know”

I didn’t even have time to question her words, before she too was stood over me. She wasn’t wearing any panties underneath her little silk night dress, and I as I looked up I could see that her pussy was pink and swollen. Before I even had time to draw in a breath, Shelley lowered herself downwards, parting her pussy lips and planting them onto my gasping mouth.

“This should keep her quiet” Shelley groaned, and I felt her pussy pulsating against my lips. I knew I had no choice but to obey her will, so I opened my mouth slowly, and pushed my tongue through the folds of her slit. She moaned with delight, and I felt my own pussy beginning to tingle. I was amazed at just how sweet she tasted, and how much I was turned on by licking pussy for the very first time.

 

 

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