he moon cast a silvery glow through the partially open blinds of John's bedroom, illuminating the room in a soft, ethereal light. Lisa stood just inside the doorway, her heart pounding in her chest like a trapped bird. Her white hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of moonlit strands, framing her delicate features and accentuating her feline grace. She wore a thin silk robe, its pale blue fabric clinging to her slender frame, hinting at the curves beneath. Her emerald eyes darted around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She had never done anything like this before, but the guilt she felt toward her stepfather was overshadowed by a forbidden desire she couldn't ignore.
John's room was a sanctuary of masculinity—dark wood furniture, a leather armchair, and a king-sized bed with black sheets that seemed to swallow the light. The air smelled faintly of his cologne, a deep, musky scent that made Lisa's knees weak. She took a hesitant step forward, her bare feet silent against the hardwood floor. Her mind raced with thoughts of her mother, of the way John had always been kind and attentive, a good husband. But tonight, Lisa wasn't thinking of her mother. Tonight, she was thinking of herself.
With a deep breath, Lisa approached the bed where John lay sleeping, his broad chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. His black hair was tousled, and his strong jaw was shadowed with stubble. Even in sleep, he exuded a commanding presence that made Lisa's pulse quicken. She knelt beside the bed, her robe pooling around her, and whispered, "Thank you for being so good to Mom." Her voice was barely audible, a tremulous thread of sound in the quiet room.
John's eyes snapped open, dark and piercing, as if he had been awake the entire time. He studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable, before his hand shot out and grabbed her by the waist. In one swift motion, he pulled her over his lap, her robe falling open to expose her bare ass. Lisa gasped, her cheeks flushing with heat as she realized what was happening. Before she could protest, John's hand came down hard on her left cheek, the smack echoing in the room like a gunshot.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, sneaking into my room?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. His hand came down again, this time on her right cheek, the sting sharp and immediate. Lisa whimpered, her pussy throbbing with a mixture of pain and arousal. She had never been spanked before, and the sensation was both humiliating and exhilarating.
"I—I just wanted to say thank you," she stammered, her voice muffled by the pillow her face was pressed into.
John's hand paused mid-air, his grip tightening on her waist. "Thank you?" he repeated, his tone skeptical. "You think this is about gratitude, little girl?"
Lisa bit her lip, her heart racing as she realized she had crossed a line. But instead of pulling away, she felt a surge of desire she couldn't deny. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
John's hand came down again, harder this time, and Lisa cried out, her body arching instinctively. "You're not here to thank me," he snarled, his breath hot against her ear. "You're here because you want me. Admit it."
Lisa hesitated, her cheeks burning with shame. But as his hand landed again, she couldn't hold back any longer. "Yes," she moaned, her voice breaking. "I want you."
That was all the admission John needed. With a growl, he pushed her off his lap and onto the bed, her robe falling away completely. Lisa lay there, exposed and vulnerable, her breath coming in short gasps as John loomed over her. His eyes raked over her body, taking in her perky breasts, her flat stomach, and the thatch of white hair between her thighs. His lips curled into a predatory smile as he reached down and spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing her tight hole to his gaze.
"You're mine now, little slut," he growled, his voice dripping with possession. Without warning, he plunged two fingers into her ass, his touch rough and demanding. Lisa cried out, her body arching off the bed as pleasure and pain collided in a dizzying rush. Her pussy was dripping wet, her clit throbbing with need, but John wasn't done with her yet.
He pulled his fingers out and bent her over the bed, her chest pressing into the mattress as her ass was thrust into the air. Lisa whimpered, her hands clutching the sheets as she braced herself for what was to come. John gripped her hips tightly, his thumbs digging into her skin as he positioned himself behind her. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her pussy, thick and hard, and her breath caught in her throat.
"Ready for me, you filthy little whore?" he snarled, his voice harsh with desire.
Lisa nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
With a brutal thrust, John slammed into her, his cock stretching her walls as he buried himself deep inside her. Lisa screamed, the sensation overwhelming as he began to fuck her with relentless force. His hips snapped against her ass, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she was sure he'd leave bruises. But she didn't care. She wanted this—needed it.
John's other hand wrapped around her throat, his grip firm but not enough to cut off her air. "Cum for me," he growled, his voice a command. "Scream my name, you little slut."
Lisa moaned, her body on the brink as he pounded into her, his cock hitting her cervix with every thrust. His free hand groped her tits, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh as he smacked her ass with every snap of his hips. The combination of pleasure and pain sent her spiraling, her orgasm tearing through her like a wildfire.
"John!" she screamed, her walls clenching around his cock as she came apart in his arms. Her body shook with the force of her release, her cries echoing in the room as John continued to fuck her through her orgasm.
"That's it, baby," he snarled, his voice hoarse with need. "Take it all."
But John wasn't done. With a final, brutal thrust, he pulled out of her pussy, leaving her gasping and trembling. Before she could catch her breath, he shoved her onto her back, her legs spreading wide as he positioned himself between them. Lisa's eyes widened as she realized what he intended, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.
"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It's too big."
John ignored her plea, his eyes blazing with dominance as he pressed the head of his cock against her tight hole. "You're mine, Lisa," he growled. "Every inch of you."
With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed into her ass, his cock stretching her in ways she had never imagined. Lisa cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as she struggled to adjust to the invasion. But John was relentless, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself deep inside her.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "So fucking tight."
Lisa moaned, her body beginning to relax as her ass accommodated his size. The sensation was intense, a burning pleasure that bordered on pain, but she couldn't deny how good it felt. John gripped her hips, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he fucked her ass with abandon. His breath came in short gasps, his forehead glistening with sweat as he neared his own release.
"Cum for me, you filthy little whore," he snarled, his voice a harsh whisper. "Take my seed like the good little slut you are."
Lisa cried out, her body tensing as she felt his cock twitch inside her. With a deep groan, John slammed into her one last time, his cum shooting deep into her ass, filling her with his hot, sticky seed. He held himself there, his body trembling as he rode out his orgasm, his breath hot against her neck.
But even as he pulled out, leaving her ass gaping and slick with his cum, John wasn't finished. He pushed her onto her back, her tits heaving with her ragged breaths as he positioned himself between them. Lisa's eyes widened as she realized what he intended, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
"You're marked now," he growled, his voice low and possessive. With a brutal thrust, he shoved his cum-covered cock between her tits, slamming into her cleavage as he began to tit-fuck her with merciless force. Lisa moaned, her hands coming up to grip his hips as she pressed her tits together, enveloping his cock in a warm, fleshy vice.
"Oh fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "My little slut, marked with my cum."
Lisa cried out as he pounded into her tits, his cock slapping against her chest with every thrust. Her breasts were coated in his cum, the sticky fluid dripping down her skin as he fucked her with abandon. She could feel his balls tightening, his cock swelling as he neared another orgasm, and she knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Cum on me, John," she whispered, her voice breathless. "Mark me as yours."
With a final, brutal thrust, John slammed into her tits, his cum shooting out in thick streams, coating her breasts and neck in his seed. He groaned, his body trembling as he emptied himself onto her, his breath coming in short gasps. Lisa moaned, her hands gripping his hips as she reveled in the sensation of his cum covering her skin.
As John collapsed onto the bed beside her, his chest heaving with exhaustion, Lisa turned to face him, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. Despite the guilt gnawing at her, she couldn't deny the thrill of being claimed by him, of being his little slut. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, her thumb brushing his lips.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice soft and sincere.
John's eyes darkened, his hand coming up to grip her wrist. "Don't thank me," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "This isn't over, Lisa. You're mine now, and I'm not letting you go."
Lisa's heart raced as she met his gaze, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of their encounter. She knew she should feel guilty, should pull away from him, but she couldn't. Not when she craved him so desperately.
"I know," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "And I don't want you to."
John's lips curved into a predatory smile, his hand tightening on her wrist. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "Because this is just the beginning."
As he pulled her into his arms, Lisa shivered, her body still coated in his cum, her mind reeling from the intensity of their encounter. She knew she had crossed a line, had given herself to him in a way she could never take back. But as she rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, she couldn't bring herself to regret it. She was his little slut now, and she craved more.