1. Step-fatherly love Part 2


    Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: True Story, Author: lookn4daddy, Rating: 68.4, Source: sexstories.com

    First I would like to start off by apologizing for taking so long to continue telling you readers about my training by my Stepfather. I was living as a sex slave for almost this entire year in another city (the last 8 months against my will) but that is another long and sordid story. I will pick up exactly where I left off with my first experience sucking my Stepfather’s (SF) cock. After I finished sucking his cock and taking a massive load of cum, which was oozing out of my mouth, he slapped me hard across my face for losing some of it. He told me in no uncertain terms that I was to never lose a drop and he meant it! Although I had let some of his load ooze down my chin he told that for my first time sucking a cock that I did an excellent job and that I would become an expert cock sucker for sure, better than my Mom he said. I was happy that he enjoyed my cock sucking. Once he zipped his pants back up he told me to drop my pants and underwear (actually panties), turn around, and spread my asscheeks so he could get a good look at my boykunt, he called it. He then proceeded to lick his extremely long middle finger and push it deep inside my boykunt. He said that my hole was extremely tight and he would really enjoy training me to use my boykunt muscles to grasp his dick, but that would be months from now he told me. First, I needed to become an expert cock sucker. He explained that he was going to take his time training me as we had years of training to accomplish. I was ...
    excited. He told me that tomorrow I was to come straight home after school and every day after that. My Mom worked the swing shift at a hospital and her shift was 4 to midnight unless she had to work overtime, which happened quite often. He said that before I started my training that there were some laws that I needed to learn right away. The next day at school I couldn’t wait until 2:15 to come. I rushed home to my SF and the beginning of my 8 years of training. He greeted me at the door and told me to undress immediately and from the on upon entering each and every day. He made me repeat the three laws that I was to live by. 1. Never tell anyone about my training 2. “No” was not a part of my vocabulary anymore 3. I will be punished for not obeying correctly I was told that I was to remember these laws at all times as I would live my life according to them from now on. He then proceeded to lead my upstairs to his bedroom. As soon as I entered the room I saw handcuffs on the bed and a leather belt that I knew all too well from when I got into trouble. He made me get on my knees and my hands were handcuffed to the bars along the bottom of the bedframe and I was told bend over with my ass in the air. I did as I was told and immediately felt the leather belt sting my ass. I flinched and jumped when it made contact with my ass and very sternly my SF told me that I was not to move or flinch at all when whipped with his belt and immediately gave me another lashing. I tried my hardest ...
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