HOLIDAY EROTICA
Christmas Eve with Daddy and His Rival, Chapter Four/The End
It felt so right with Carson…
The following is a work of fiction intended for adult readers only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2020 by Hayden Ash
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I look through the window of the car that’s taking me home. Underneath the orange din of the lamppost’s light, I can see the weak but steady flurry of snowflakes cascading down through the air. It feels bittersweet for us to be having our first White Christmas in over ten years on such a horrible night.
The driver pulls up to the curb in front of my house. I thank them before I get out of the car, but he completely ignores me. Somehow, I feel like I deserve his rudeness.
It felt so right with Carson. No one has ever made my body feel like he did in that hotel room.
But I hate that what I just did hurt Daddy’s feelings. I shouldn’t have rubbed it in his face, but I guess I let my emotions get the best of me.
Daddy opens the door just as my boots land on the first metal stair leading up to the front entrance of our townhouse. The scowl on my stepfather’s devastatingly handsome face tells me everything that I need to know about what he’s thinking.
“Get in the living room,” he growls without looking at me.
I bow my head down and shyly edge past Daddy. He slams our heavy door behind us as he follows me into the living room.
Once I step inside the living room, I look back and see the meanest stare I’ve ever witnessed. It causes me to feel cold all over.
“Take your coat off,” my stepfather tells me as I enter the living room.
“But, it’s wet from the snow,” I tell him. “It’ll get the furniture wet.”
“I don’t care,” he barks at me. “Do it now.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper weakly.
“Carson and I left the Navy SEALs team at the same time,” Daddy says. “He went home to live with his rich father and didn’t move out again until he started making millions playing high stakes poker professionally. I, on the other hand, came home, married your stepmom, and adopted you.”
“I know, Daddy,” I say. “You’ve told me.”
“And do you also know what ran through my mind when I kicked that bathroom door in and saw him on top of you six months ago?” Daddy asks me. “I thought about how easy and right it would be for me to kill him right then and there. But, I knew that you loved him like an uncle. So, I held back in our fight. But, I swore to myself that if he ever touched you again, then I’d put him in the ground.”
“Daddy, please!” I cry. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Punish me! He wouldn’t have reached out to me if I hadn’t gotten in contact with him first!”
“Lie down on the love seat,” Daddy orders me. “On your belly.”
“What?” I ask.
“Don’t talk, just do it,” he says, taking a menacing step towards me.
I run over to the couch so fast that I almost trip. Then, I spread myself over the dark-colored cushions.
“Take your pants off,” Daddy says, sliding off his belt.
“Wait, Daddy. Can I just go upstairs and — ?”
“Now!” He roars.
My hands shake as I get my pants down to my knees. Daddy approaches me on the couch, but I keep my head faced down. All of a sudden, I feel the leathery texture of Daddy’s belt cover my lips.
“Open,” he commands me.
I do as I’m told, and Daddy thrusts the belt between my teeth. Then, he ties the ends together behind my head.
“I do this because I love you. And, because I can’t let you put yourself in danger like that again,” Daddy says. “Also, I can’t permit you to give away what’s mine.”
What’s yours? Did Daddy just confess that he sees me as more than his daughter? Of course, he would only do this when he’s got me muzzled like a pet of his.
Daddy’s huge hands slide over my cold ass cheeks. They ignite it as soon as he makes contact with them. I start to melt in satisfaction as he begins to slowly massage my rear.
Then, within seconds, I hear Daddy raise his hand and brings it back down swiftly against my ass. The pain is excruciating. It practically blinds me with its stinging burn.
Daddy hits me on my bottom while I start to cry onto the cushions — helpless, defenseless, weak.
Daddy does this repeatedly, and each time he strikes me, the torture is far worse. Every time that he takes his hands off of me, I think that it’s over. But, then the next slap it just comes again more fiercely.
I look over my shoulder at my reddened bottom. Then, up at Daddy pleadingly for him to stop. But, his expression is entirely unreactive.
Then, something strange happens. The spanking transforms into something beautiful. Daddy blisters my cherry red globes again, and the bliss I feel is beyond intoxicating. The way he cruelly brands my rump sends me to an entirely new peak of pleasure. He pushes my face deeper into the cushions and wallops my ass an eighteenth time — causing my flesh to jiggle in enormous waves. A hurricane of euphoria rages through my core, and I erupt in liquid ecstasy.
Holy shit, my stepdad just spanked me to orgasm…
Daddy picks me up and pushes me down over the backrest of the couch. I both fear and crave the notion that he’s going to hit me again. But then I hear the soft sound of Daddy’s trousers land on the floor, and my pussy jolts in excitement.
Daddy’s heavy cock burns as he drops it onto my sore moons. I brace for Daddy to take my virginity. But, instead, he splits open my cheeks. Then, Daddy slowly inserts his enormous tool into my asshole.
I try to tell Daddy to stop because it’s too tight, but his belt muffles my speech. Daddy tells me to be quiet and drives his tip inside my tiny anus.
The shock I experience as he stretches my anal channel almost causes me to blackout. Daddy forces his member in a half-inch further, but that’s as much as will fit.
Daddy pulls his cock out of my ass and spits inside my hole. Then, he shoves his dick back into me, and it goes a little further. It also hurts a lot more.
I collapse over the couch like a lifeless rag doll. Then, like before, the torment turns into something perversely sweet to my senses. My body lights up with euphoric bliss, and I even start to giggle — high on Daddy’s penis.
“How dare you give away this ass to another man!” Daddy barks angrily at me. “And, how dare you give away your virgin pussy when you know that it belongs to me, little girl!”
I drool onto the couch as I somehow continue to endure Daddy’s brutal thrusts in my forbidden hole. He too huge to fit much more of himself inside of me. But that doesn’t stop Daddy from relentlessly punishing my backchannel.
Finally, Daddy pulls his cock out of me again. This time, he grabs my hair into a ponytail and drags me backward against his chest.
“Now that you’ve served your punishment, I want you to see something,” he tells me. “Turn around and put your hands up.”
I spin and lift my arms in the air. Daddy picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
I grab onto his back for balance as he carries me out of the living room.
My stepfather carries me up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom. Then, he opens the door and carries me inside it.
Unfamiliar white blinking lights are lined along each of the walls. My entire bedroom has been transformed into a little Winter Wonderland. It looks just like the pictures I have cut out from magazines and taped down on my desk.
“You did all this for me?” I ask.
“I did,” Daddy says. “I thought that Christmas Eve would be a perfect time to tell you that I wanted you too, Navi. But, I suppose I forgot how much of a temper you have when you don’t get your way.”
“I love it, Daddy!” I say, wiping the tears off my face. “I’m so sorry. And, I just want you to know that I didn’t have sex with Carson. I’m still a virgin.”
“Really, Baby?” He asks me.
“Mhmm,” I smile.
“Come show me,” Daddy says, winking at me.
My stepfather lies back across my bed. I climb on top of him, and he helps to guide my cunny around his rock hard erection.
I’m once again split open. Only this time, the pleasure I experience is immediate. Even though I’m soaking wet, Daddy’s size still puts immense pressure on the grooves in my tunnel.
I grab onto Daddy’s shoulders, and Daddy holds onto my hips. Then, I bounce up and down Daddy’s long, thick penis, and each time I come back down, I swallow more of him in my vagina. My tiny ring clutches onto his shaft as it begins to swell, and I bite my lip so hard that I can taste blood.
Soon, Daddy takes over. He lifts me up and down over his snake and, as I look down at Daddy’s adoring face, it clicks for me that this is where I’ve belonged all along. I wish that I had been more patient. But, at least I can promise myself that I’ll never throw a tantrum like that ever again. And not out of fear. But because I love him.
Daddy’s face tenses. He slams me so hard that I scream at the top of my lungs. I try to swivel my hips in time with Daddy’s thrusts, but I’m too overwhelmed in ecstasy to do much more than to submit to his savage strokes.
Daddy’s cock squelches in and out of my pussy. It penetrates further and further until it disappears inside of me and touches my rear wall.
Daddy and I orgasm simultaneously, and I collapse onto him — sweaty, sore, and stinging all over.
“I forgive you for everything, Sweetheart,” Daddy tells me, stroking my hair gently. “I’m just happy you came home.”
