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|    Re: STORY: Disobedient Step Daughter (MF    |
|    06 May 06 14:24:13    |
      From: indexhtml@charter.net              bobandcarole wrote:       > Disobedient Step Daughter - (MF, MF+, incest, bd, reluc)       >       >       > Part One       >       > By Sensual Pleasures       >       > My husband's daughter, Susan, lives with us. Normally, that would       > not be a problem, except that Susan just turned eighteen and doesn't       > want to work. She lies around the house watching television, playing on       >       > the computer, and talking on the telephone.       >       > My husband Ray doesn't seem to be bothered by this. He says she       > made it through high school and deserves a vacation. As far as I'm       > concerned, he's spoiled her rotten. She won't even help me around the       > house. I've decided that what Susan needs is some severe discipline to       > teach her a sense of responsibility. She needs to learn that loafing is       >       > not admirable. She needs to learn to listen to the advice of her       > elders.       > She needs to be cut down a few pegs.       >       > Every time I ask Susan to do something, she looks me right in the       > eye and says, "No!"       >       > I'm tired of this. I expect her to listen to me, or as far as I'm       > concerned, she can just move out.       >       > "Betty, what do you expect me to do?" Ray asked me.       >       > "I want you to give me complete authority over Susan. I want you       > to       > give me the right to discipline her, and I want to do it in your       > presence, so she'll know that I have your complete agreement on what's       > best for her. If you don't let me do this, Susan will become a willful,       >       > selfish young woman, and not a daughter that makes you proud."       >       > We were standing in the kitchen. I moved up to him and put my arms       >       > around his neck. "Kiss me baby, you know I'm right about this." I       > pulled       > his head down and pressed his lips to mine, taking his tongue in my       > mouth and sucking on it. I pressed my full breasts against his chest       > and       > ground my pelvis into his.       >       > "Hey, baby, you're getting me hot!" He took my hand and placed it       > on his enormous penis. That was one of the things I loved about Ray. He       >       > became excited easily, and he had a huge cock. I knelt down in front of       >       > him and unzipped his fly. I took that beautiful cock out and placed the       >       > tip in my mouth. Ray groaned as I sucked him hard.       >       > Just then Susan came flying through the kitchen door. "Oh my god!"       >       > she screamed. "Daddy, how could you !?? You're both acting like       > animals!!" Susan stared at the size of her father's penis and blushed.       >       > I stood up and zipped Ray's fly. "All right young lady, I've had       > just about enough from you. You don't talk to your Father like that.       > You       > hear me? You are going to be punished for your insolence, and right       > now!"       >       > Susan looked at me in disbelief. "Daddy?" She waited for her       > Father       > to tell her it wasn't true.       >       > "I'm sorry honey, but Betty's right. You are too sassy, and you       > need to be disciplined. I'm going to insist that you do whatever Betty       > says. From now on, I'm giving Betty complete authority over you."       >       > "WHAT!!?" Her face was twisted in disbelief. "Daddy, you can't!       > You       > wouldn't let her! Please!!"       >       > "Sorry Susan. My mind is made up. If you don't do as Betty       > demands,       > then I'll do whatever she says myself. I'll punish you myself. Do you       > hear me? I'm quite serious young lady. You've been pushing the limits       > around here, and it's time someone showed you how a proper young lady       > should behave. You go right ahead Betty. Do whatever you want. I'm       > backing you up 100% on this."       >       > Susan started to cry. "Oh Daddy, I can't believe you'd let her       > discipline me! It's so humiliating. It's so embarrassing! Oh dear..."       > She wiped her eyes and waited to hear what I was going to do.       >       > I had some interesting ideas. Susan was an extremely beautiful       > young girl. She had developed fully with pointed round breasts, a tiny       > waist, and flaring hips followed by very long curvaceous legs. She had       > a       > turned-up cute nose, big blue eyes with long, thick eyelashes, and a       > full mouth painted bright red, her favorite color.       >       > "Susan, I want you to go downstairs into the basement. We will       > perform your punishment down there." I held my arm out towards the       > basement steps. "Right now, young lady. March!"       >       > Susan turned and hesitantly went down the stairs. I followed with       > her Father behind me. When we were down in the recreation room, I       > turned       > on all the lights so it would be nice and bright. "Ray, go back       > upstairs       > and lock the door. I don't want anyone coming in here accidentally."       >       > While Susan and I waited for Ray to return, I nodded my head       > towards a chair and said, "You can remove all your clothes and put them       >       > on the chair, Susan."       >       > She looked at me as if I were mad. "You can't be serious!" she       > said.       >       > "Oh, I'm quite serious Susan, and you'd better get started, or it       > will be the worse for you."       >       > Ray came back down. "What's going on?"       >       > "Daddy, she wants me to take off all my clothes!!" Susan's eyes       > pleaded with him.       >       > I had noticed that all during my conversation about the       > discipline,       > Ray's cock had stayed hard, and even now it was hanging thick and firm       > under the material of his trousers. I saw his eyes glaze over as he       > said, "Do what Betty tells you Susan, or I'll take over myself."       >       > She started crying again, and I waited with my arms folded across       > my chest, smugly confident that this was going to be an exciting       > evening.       >       > Susan unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it over her head. Then she       > unzipped her skirt, pulled it down and stepped out of it. She put both       > items on the chair. She wore a garter belt and stockings, with her       > panties over them. Her shoes were four-inch heels with open toes.       >       > "Take off your brassiere, Susan. Stop stalling. We can't wait all       > night."       >       > She removed the brassiere, blushing furiously. Her Father stared       > at       > her breasts and her large full nipples. I saw his penis twitch.       >       > "Now the panties. You can leave your stockings and shoes on."       > Susan       > blushed again. She removed the panties and exhibited a shaved pussy.       > She       > tried to cover it with her hands. She put the brassiere and panties on       > the chair.       >       > "So, Susan, you shave. Your pussy looks very smooth and soft. Do       > you shave every day? Spread your legs apart, I want to have a good look       >       > at you."       >       > "Daddy, make her stop this! I can't stand it, please!"       >       > "Ray, I want you to come over here and help me examine Susan.       > After       > all, she is your Daughter, and she has apparently been shaving her       > pussy       > without our knowledge. Perhaps she has a boyfriend that she shows this       > smooth pussy to while they are having sex."       >              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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