Big Book of Smut (40 page)

Nate shifted to the side and placed one huge, strong hand on her back. He lifted his other arm in the air as Kim squeezed her eyes shut and tensed up every muscle in her body in anticipation of the blow. But bracing herself did not help one single bit. The leather hit her soft ass with the crack of an explosion, and Kim felt a line of fire streak across her bottom. Her heart thudding excruciatingly with the pain, she shrieked and tried to stand, but Nate was ready for her. His arm clamped down and before she could put up any kind of a struggle, he had brought the belt down, even harder, across her stinging ass again.

“Oh, shit! Stop! I’ll clean the damn house!” Kim screamed, desperate for the spanking to stop.

“I’ll stop when I am ready, and now you are just going to get more for cussing!” This time, Nate brought the leather down over the sensitive flesh at the top of her thighs, and Kim thought she was going to spontaneously combust with the pain! She hadn’t expected him to strike her there, and she could feel the welt popping up in the wake of the leather.

Again he struck, this sizzling lick crossing the first ones, burning twice as much as those that had decorated the virgin flesh. She screamed and sobbed, tears flooding down her face, as he hit her over and over with the well-worn belt, striping her ass like it had never been striped before.

Nate shifted then, angling the next blow, and Kim was shocked at the agony she felt when the limber strap actually curved over her ass and wrapped between her legs. She felt a white-hot burn in her pussy as the belt hit her, and she knew that she would never feel the same about a spanking.

An unfamiliar rush of liquid fire rushed through her, a strange combination of desire and agony. All the nerves in her body were instantly on alert, and despite the haze of pain, Kim felt herself anticipating the next blow. Would the leather torture the forbidden parts of her body, or just glaze her butt in flames?

Nate’s next blow curved around to her pussy again, and as all the blood in her body rushed to that area, Kim knew she had discovered something special. Her pussy grew wet, despite the pain, and she found herself lifting her ass upward to meet the next blow. This time, the leather tip crushed into the tip of her clit, and Kim screamed with the brutal combination of pain and pleasure.

When the leather hit her sensitive lips again, Kim was ready for it. The line of fire rocketed to her core, and she writhed in the heady mixture of pain and pleasure. She could hear her step-father’s heavy breathing as he shifted and aimed the next strike directly between her legs, the leather coming away darkened from the wetness of her pussy.

Through the fog of desire and pain, Kim realized that the beating had suddenly stopped. She decided to hazard a peek over her shoulder at her step-father. He was standing there, breathing hard, a look of confusion on his face. Kim glanced down to the front of his jeans, and the hard impression of his cock against the still buttoned jeans was obvious. Apparently, Kim was not the only one having an unexpected reaction this afternoon!

Kim rolled over, wincing at the pain in her ass as she turned on her back, but she quickly ignored it. She had something more important that captured her attention at the moment.

Kim spread her legs apart and reached forward. Before Nate knew what was happening, she had expertly unsnapped his pants and lowered the zipper. His already hard cock sprang out instantly, and she wrapped her hand around the base. A seductive little smile playing across her lips, she glanced up at his face. His jaw dropped, and it was obvious that he was so stunned he did not know what to do. Enjoying the rush of adrenaline now, Kim licked her lips before bringing them to the veined hardness of his dick. He may have been in control five minutes ago, but the power was all hers, now.

Kim licked a hot line of fire from the base of his cock to the tip, teasing the sensitive underside mercilessly with her tongue. Then she slid her tongue out and took him expertly inside the warm moistness of her mouth. Nate’s head fell back and he moaned when he entered her.

Kim bobbed her head forward, taking him further in, suppressing the gag when he touched the back of her throat. She pulled back and then moved swiftly forward once more, swallowing him down, taking him deep in her throat. “Oh fuck.” Nate’s voice cracked as she took nearly his full length, squeezing tighter with her hand around his base.

Kim reveled in the hotness of his body, in the crisp masculine scent and taste of him. No one, not even Gavin, had ever turned her on so much. Nate was all man, and yes, she was about to fuck her step-father.

Nate’s hand wound through her short brown hair, pulling her tighter, and Kim knew she had to stop or she would not get what she now so desperately needed. She grasped his fore arm, pulling it down as she tilted her head back. Nate’s glazed look was all she needed to see. He was nothing but a mass of need. The need to fuck.

Kim leaned back, sliding the back sliver-of-lace panties off in one swift move. Then she reached up and pulled Nate down on top of her, his stiff cock pressing hard against the softness of her belly. She kept one hand wrapped around his back, but with the other, she reached downward, guiding his erect dick to the warm, dripping wetness of her pussy. She was on fire. Her ass burned as she rubbed against the mattress, and her pussy burned with a completely different kind of flame!

Nate’s cock positioned at the entrance of her pussy, Kim looked up into the dark, lusty eyes. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she whispered, and with a loud groan, he surged into her with one swift, hard thrust.

Kim screamed as he rammed her, his groin slapping wetly against her cunt, a flood of ecstasy rippling deliciously through her taunt, young body. He pulled back and slammed into her again, and Kim gave herself up to the glorious feeling of fullness and heat and lust. Nate’s thrusts were furious, his hard, muscular body pressed tightly against hers. She wrapped her legs up, around his back, urging him on.

“That’s it. Fuck me harder!”

Nate obliged her request, pounding her body with every bit of strong masculine energy that he could muster. She ran a hand over the bulge of his bicep, the same muscle that had just allowed him to beat her ass in a way she would have never imagined. He was unbelievably strong, his muscles rock-hard under her teasing fingers.

She slid her hand down over his back, fingernails tracing a sizzling streak down to his firm, hard ass. She stroked the muscle of his butt, drowning in the glorious feel of the muscle rippling under her hand as he pounded in and out of her.

Nate’s groin rubbed against the sensitive bud of her clit, swollen both from the beating and her arousal. The salty sting of his sweat teased the bundle of nerves as his flesh lit another new fire in her. His strokes were going to make her come.

Kim arched her back as Nate ground into her, feeling the head of hard cock press into the rippled, tender area of her g-spot. Nothing had ever felt better. White hot heat filled her body and she knew she was going to shatter into a million shards of light. She moaned loudly, not hesitating now. She wanted to lose control, and he was going to let her.

Kim began to scream as her orgasm hit her, and her nails clenched reflexively in the cloth of his t-shirt. “I’m coming!” she yelled out, and she felt his thrusts and strokes quicken to a frantic pace.

“Oh god!” Nate grunted, his strong arm wrapping around her like a steel band, his cock pounding into her as deep as was humanly possible. He came an instant after her, Kim feeling his cum shoot into her with a heat she did not expect. She tightened her muscles around his hardness, milking him of every delicious drop.

Finally, his spasm-like movements stopped, and he collapsed down on top of her. The two of them lay there in completely stunned silence for several long moments.

“Holy hell. I can’t believe that just happened!” Kim was simultaneously appalled and thrilled at what they had just done. She usually didn’t go for older men, and this particular one wasn’t exactly available.

Nate braced his hands on the bed and shoved himself upward. His face was flushed, whether from their recent exertion or embarrassment, Kim could not tell. He cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. “See to it this house is clean in one hour. I don’t ever want to have to beat your ass again. Do you understand me?”

Kim flushed with embarrassment of her own. “Yes, sir.”

Without another word, Nate turned and stomped out the door, not even bothering to shut it on the way out. His footsteps echoed eerily through the hall as he marched down the stairs. Kim sat in stunned silence, staring out the door after him. She had most certainly never expected something like this to happen. Thank God, no one else was home. She glanced at Trey’s door. If he had come home while she and his dad were fucking on the bed, they would have been screwed in more ways than one!

Kim shuddered at the thought, and then headed for the shower. She still had a house to get cleaned up and a date to get ready for!

About the Author

Lea Fox is a free-lance author who enjoys soaking up the sun in her home state of Florida. Lea enjoys travel, photography, and spinning spicy stories with lusty women and brawny, horny men. Read more about her on
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“Wow, Jason, these photos are amazing.” Sara flipped the page to the next stunning photograph and took her time running her eyes over it. The book was big, the kind people put on their coffee tables to impress their friends, and it had a gorgeously glossy cover with thick, shiny paper that Sara couldn’t help but stroke. Not only was the book itself stunning, but its content was blowing her mind. She could only imagine how fabulous the huge canvasses would look like in the gallery for the accompanying exhibition.

Jason, her stepdad’s younger brother, was a photographer and specialized in photographing artistic nudes, men and women. He truly had a gift with his camera, every single shot was breathtaking. Sara sighed at the perfection of the model, the composition of the light done in such a way to make the woman look incredible. She turned the page to another perfect image, sucking in another breath and reaching for her orange juice, taking a long swallow. Jason really knew how to make people look their best. Not every single person in the book was model-perfect because Jason liked to photograph ‘real people’ as he called them, regular people who didn’t have tiny waists, or perfect boobs and flat stomachs…yet under his direction he turned each of his studies into something dramatic or drool-worthy whether they were young and skinny, rubenesque or slipping through their fifties.

“You think?” Jason sounded hesitant and Sara couldn’t help laugh. She kinda understood the pressure he was under, especially with her exams coming up. It was his first big solo project and the book was forming part of an exhibition he was taking through several galleries. If it all came off, well, Sara was ready to predict that Jason’s career was going to leap forward.

“Oh, yeah,” Sara said, finally, turning the page and pausing to look at the woman in the photo. Sat on the floor, one leg crossed in front of her, the other hugged up to her chin. She looked serene, totally at ease. Sara could just see the outline of the woman’s breasts, high and firm. Her lips were slightly parted and glossy pink, and almost black hair her hair was tousled and big. Sara had to bite the insides of her cheeks to stifle a giggle.

“What?” There was Jason sounding worried again. He’d stopped fiddling with his camera and was looking over at her.

“Nothing.”

“Seriously, what is it?” He set the camera down on the dining table and crossed the few paces between them, stooping to look over Sara’s shoulder as she sat at the peninsular unit that divided the room from the kitchen. As if on automatic, he moved her juice at least a foot away so there was no chance of it getting knocked onto the book. “Sara, what is it? You don’t like the shot?”

Oh boy, Sara liked the shot. “It’s just…” Oh hell… she spat out what she was thinking, “She looks like she has just had the most terrific fuck. Like, she’s slightly flushed and she’s a bit unkempt but in a totally pretty way.”

Jason paused for a minute and she thought he might be angry, then he laughed, his arm sliding around her shoulders and squeezing. “Maybe she did just get fucked.”

Sara opened her mouth in pretend shock and swatted his arm playfully. “Jason! Tell me you didn’t.” Jason, like all the guys in her family was a babe-magnet. It was all in those tanned muscles, devastating bone structure and easy smiles, not to mention their terrific personalities. Her step-dad Nate headed the family, and his sons Rick and TJ had his same easy-going attitude and love for life. She had fucked each and every one of them over the past few months and loved every single minute of the attention they lavished on her. Even better, she barely saw them even look at another girl anymore. Having three guys lusting for her was exhilarating. Knowing she could have them, and that they’d each bring something different to the table–or the bed, the pool, or the deck –was liberating.

Jason was the wildcard. Younger than his brother , but still several years older than his nephews, he still had that wanderlust that took him travelling around the world, working in a profession that had him surrounded by beautiful, exciting people all day long. It was a far cry from her days at college, and then sprinting to work in the lingerie boutique. Girls were probably all over him, the lucky dog.