Consenting Step Daughter

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“Rub it on your tits, baby!” she heard him scream. “I want to see you rub my cum on your big tits!”

She dipped her fingers in his cum and rubbed it all over her swollen tits. She kept his cock lodged deep inside her mouth and sucked until his prick was limp. She felt him pull his prick out of her mouth with a soft plop. She wasn’t surprised when he grabbed strands of her hair and carefully wiped his prick dry. She was being treated like some kind of whore and she liked it. It excited the hell out of her! She didn’t know why, but she enjoyed being abused like this. She needed it — just like her mother.

CHAPTER FIVE

Will was working the next Saturday when Sandra’s mother came home early. Sandra noticed her mother seemed unhappy. She wondered if it anything to do with Will. Sandra followed her mother up the stairs and into the master bedroom. “Aren’t you feeling well, Mother?” Sandra asked.

Gail had kicked off her shoes and had stretched out on the bed. Sandra noticed that her eyes looked a little teary. Her mother wasn’t the type to get upset about little things and Sandra wondered what could be troubling her.

“I’m feeling all right,” Gail said.

“But you look kind of unhappy this evening.”

“I’m all right,” Gail sighed.

There was a hard sound in Gail’s voice that Sandra had never beard before. She was sure that there was something serious troubling her mother and she was also sure that her mother didn’t want to talk about it. Sandra was wondering bow she could comfort her mother when the doorbell rang. Sandra was startled by the sound before she realized what it was.

“I’ll get that,” Sandra said quickly. “You just rest for a while.”

Sandra wondered who it could be as she hurried down the stairs. Sometimes Will forgot his key but it was too early in the day for him to be home. She wondered if she could call Will and tell him about Gail. She really did look miserable.

Sandra opened the door without looking through the peep hole. She really didn’t think about anything bad happening in the middle of a hot Saturday afternoon.

She was surprised when she found two men standing outside the door. They were both tall and well built and they were both grinning lewdly. She was immediately aware of the tiny bikini she had on. She’d been sunning herself in the back yard just before her mother had come home.

“Yes?” she asked.

“You must be Sandra,” one of the men said.

“You look just like your mother except you’re a hell of a lot taller.”

“What do you want?”

“Your mother, baby,” the man said. “We came to talk to your mother. We understand she came home early today.”

Sandra didn’t know but suddenly she didn’t trust these two men. They looked wicked to her. She closed the door a little but one of the men had his foot against it.

“My mother won’t be home for hours,” she said.

“That’s a lie, bitch,” one man said. “We know your mother very well and she invited us over. My name’s Glenn and this is Mike. We saw your mother leave the hospital.”

“She’s not feeling well,” Sandra said. “She doesn’t want to see anyone.”

“We’ll make her feel better,” the other man laughed.

Again she tried to close the door but this time it was Mike who, moved suddenly and the door seemed to jerk from her grasp. She backed away as the two men crowded into the hallway.

“You get out of here,” she threatened. “Get out of here or I’ll call the police.”

“Where’s your mother?” Mike asked, ignoring her.

“I told you both to get out of here,” she yelled. “Right now! I’m going to call the police.”

Mike grabbed her by the arm and jerked her around to him. He pressed her against the wall with his body and she could smell liquor on his breath as his face moved close to hers.

“Now you cut out all the bullshit,” Glenn said. “And tell us where your mother is. Or Mike might just get mad and break something.”

“I wouldn’t break anything of hers,” Mike said, letting his fingertips stroke her soft shoulder. “I wouldn’t dream of breaking anything this nice!”

There was something in Mike’s eyes that frightened her and she pointed up the stairs.

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