My Bitch of a Step-Daughter

I teach my Step-daughter an unforgettable lesson.

DISCLAIMER: This is my first story, so it might not be the best. Please bear with me and ignore any grammar mistakes I may make (Completely Fictional Story)
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My name is Derek, and these series of events happened a few days ago.

Now first I gotta tell you a fact about myself. I’m always striving for order and control. Everything I did had a reason, and a specific order in which I needed to do it. Hell, I even had the same thing for breakfast every morning. That order was even enforced when I met my new girlfriend, Amy. She was a cute little brunette I met at the local coffee shop. She was about 5’6 and athletically built with a nice round butt, and firm perky tits. She didn’t mind all my OCD regimens, in fact she caught on with them quite quickly. Everything was great till we moved in together, and I had to star dealing with her daughter.

Zoey was almost the spitting image of her mother. She had the same brown hair, hazel eyes and button nose. Just as pretty too. But I must say, for a 15 year old girl she was very developed. Her breasts by the looks of it were already a D cup, and perky ass hell. And since she was playing volleyball in school, her ass was like two basketballs stuffed into short shorts for every game. I now understand the other reasons I did what I did.

My problems with Zoey started the week before hand. I had begun making breakfast for myself, when Zoey walked into the kitchen. She was sporting an oversized t-shirt, and a pair of leggings that hugged her ass just right. I usually tried not to stair, but who could stop themselves every time? She walked over to the fridge and took out the jug of orange juice, poured herself a glass and preceded to walk away. I noticed that she left the jug on the counter, and tried to get her to correct it.

“Hey,” I tried to sound kind as not to call her out “Could you put the juice back if the fridge? I hate things out of place.

She looked at me with a annoyance on her face and rolled her eyes. “Whatever…” She had that bitchy tone in her voice, but she put the juice away so I let it go.

She continued to do things like this for the next couple of days whether it was leaving stuff out on the counters, having dirty dishes in the sink, having a dirty room. And every time I brought it up to her, I was met with a sigh, or a groan, or a “Whatever dude.” It was really starting to piss me off. The only thing that kept me sane was her mother. The fact that after everything Zoey put me through, I was take out my frustrations on her mom’s tight pussy. A night would her would have me forgetting my troubles in a heartbeat. All things were good till a that very Friday. Amy had to go out of town town to visit her parents and Zoey decided she didn’t want to go, and that left me with an aching in my dick and a pain in my ass.

The day was treating me fine up until I got to work. Someone caused one problem, which lead to another, which I had to fix in the end. The drive home after work wasn’t better since some asshole decided to run a red light and crash into a semi. But the real kicker? It was the sight of my kitchen when I walked into the house. Dishes in the sink, a trashcan spilling over with trash, and food stains on the countertops. Now I’m not an unfair man, I was willing to be calm about everything despite a shit day. But Zoey just wouldn’t let me. I walked up to her room, opened the door an asked nicely.

“Could you please go clean up the mess in the kitchen,” I put on my best nice guy voice. “You know I hate a messy home.”

She looked up from her phone and gave me that same annoyed look. “Yeah, I’ll do it in a minute, I’m have a conversation with my friend.”

My blood was already simmering, and her defiance was beginning to boil it. “Could you please, for the love of God, do as I ask with the fuss? I’ve had a long day and would like to calm down.”

She looked back at me and sent me over the edge with a few simple words. “If you don’t like hoe the kitchen looks, you can go clean it yourself. Now get out of my room.” She went back to her messaging and something in me snapped.

In a matter of seconds I had walked up to her, raised my palm high and brought in hard across her face. The look of surprise on her face was gratifying to say the least. She looked up at me, tears welling in her eyes, “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YO-” I raised my hand again and smacked her even harder. I was shaking with anger.

“I have tried to be nothing but nice to you. All I’ve asked in return is that you respect my space and my things, and you can’t even do that.” Her look of annoyance had changed to a look of fear. “So now I have to do thing in a way you’ll understand. I grabbed her by her shirt and drug her from her bed onto the floor. She was in a kneeling position in front of me and I grabbed a handful of her hair. “You’re gonna learn to respect me and my area the way I taught your mother to.” I gave two more hard slaps, and her left cheeks was starting to get red.

“P-please stop! I’m s-sorry I’ll clean up the kitch-,” Her pleas were cut short by another slap across her tear soaked face. “You had your chance to make things right, now I’m gonna do things my way.” With my hand still gripping her hair, I begin undoing my pants and pulling them down. “Now pull my dick out of my underwear.” Her slight tears had turned into full blown sobbing, and she tried to grip my hand to release her hair, “Please stop, I’ll do anything. Just let me go and I’ll clean.” I brought my hand up and gave her another hard slap. “If I hear another word from you, I’m gonna start punching to knock out teeth. Now pull my fucking dick out.”

Zoey looked up at me, tears and her eyes and pulled on the waistband of my briefs. She managed to pull them down around my ankles, and was met with my quickly hardening member. Now I was no slouch in the dick department. I measured in at an impressive 8.5 inches, with almost three inches in girth. Amy struggled taking it on a good day, so I knew Zoey would struggle. “Not grab it and start stroking it get it hard.'” There was a bit of hesitation, but a quick fist aiming at her mouth quickened her pace and her hand grasped my member. In contrast to her teenage hands, I was fucking huge. “Now get it hard.” She moved her hand up and down and tried her best to satisfy me to keep my hands of of her. After a while I was able to get fully erect. “Now open your mouth and keep your hands at your sides.”

She obeyed my orders and opened her mouth as wide as she could. I used her hair as a handle and guided the head of my cock into her warm mouth. A moan escaped my lips as I pushed about an inch into her mouth. “You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want me to be done.” I pushed my hips forward and pushed two more inches into her mouth. A small gag escaped her has my head began reaching the back of her throat. “Fuck that feels good, keep gagging on my cock.” I gripped her head in both my hands and began stuffing more on my member into her mouth, reaching the back of her throat and gagging her more. Zoey was starting to panic and choke. Her hands left her side and tried to push me off of her, hitting and scratching me on the thighs. “Keep your fucking hands down, or I’ll fucking break them!” She whimpered and cried, but put here hands back to her side.

Her mouth felt so fucking warm and wet, I began stabbing my hips forward. With every thrust I reached the entrance to her throat, and made her produce another gag from her. Every so often I would stop to prod her throat. I knew I’d never get into it the first time around, but it was fun torture. “Only a high school sophomore and you’re experiencing your first face fucking. You’ll be popular among the boys.”

Her saliva was coating my cock and dripping down onto her clothes below. I moved my faster and really began ravaging her. My hips bucked faster and faster, and her sobs were getting louder. “Fucking cry for me bitch! Wish you would have listened now don’t you?!” I felt my load building up and I wanted to give her something to remember this moment forever. “Fuck, I’m going blow my load into your fucking mouth! If you don’t swallow every drop, I’ll stick my dick in your fucking ass.” I began slowing down and made my thrusts harder as my climax reached it’s limit. I grunted loud and 6 powerful shots blew into her mouth. She whined after every shot coated her uvula and the back of her throat. “Take this load whore! Remember the taste of it whenever you go pass those fucking dishes.”

I waited until I got soft, before I pulled myself from her mouth. “Damn, that was one of the best mouths I’ve ever fucked. You got a bright future ahead of you.” I chuckled to myself and used her t-shirt to wipe the saliva from dick. I pulled my underwear and pants up, and fastened them. “Now,” My words seemed to escape her as she struggled to understand what had happened. Tears were still coming down her face, but she only produce heavy breathing. “When your mother gets home, I trust you’ll keep this a secret, yes?” When she didn’t respond, a new wave of anger washed over me. I kneeled down to her level and gripped her hard by the throat, making her eyes meet mine.

“I aske you a fucking question you little slut! You gonna keep your mouth shut?!” Wide-eyed and lacking oxygen, she quickly nodded her head. “Good. That’s a good girl.” I looked into her eyes for a bit longer and squeezed her windpipe a little harder before pushing her fully onto the floor. I begin walking towards the her door. I stop in the entrance and leave her there with one final warning. “If you ever do try to tell your mother, just know I’ll talk my way out of it, and then come back and rape a baby into you. Just something to think about.” The last thing I heard before shutting her door was her beginning to sob again. And that wasn’t the last time I had my fun with her.
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