I feel so demeaned, kneeling and lapping the Sauvignon Blanc out of the bowl like a dog. I glance up at Chloe sitting at the breakfast bar, swilling the wine in her glass as she contemplates me. She sees me looking at her so she smirks and spreads her legs. I am rewarded with a glimpse of a cartoon giraffe on the front of her pair of panties. The damp patch around the giraffe’s cartoon nose is so incongruous and pulls me up sharply as I am reminded that Chloe is barely a woman. I can’t believe I am so in thrall to my sixteen year old stepdaughter, and yet I am.
She has reduced me to this, kneeling naked, save for a pair of stockings, a plug up my ass and a dog’s collar she made me buy from the pet shop. As I slurp and drink the wine, the silver disc taps against my neck. Am I a good girl or a dirty whore, I wonder.
Chloe places her empty glass on the counter and gives the leash attached to my collar a good tug.
“Come along, bitch. It’s playtime.”
She makes me crawl along the hallway. I crawl beside her on my hands and knees. There is a full-length mirror at the end of the hallway, and as we walk towards it, I see myself for what I am. A sad, middle-aged woman, my tits hanging down, swaying in time with my hips as I crawl. Chloe looks pleased with herself as she takes her pet for a walk. The thought of Chloe taking me outside like this sends a chill through me. Surely she wouldn’t? I try to convince myself that she would be too embarrassed to walk with me like this.
She leads me into the utility room. Where it all began. I was kneeling then too. When Chloe came home from school and found me masturbating whilst smelling her cum-stained panties. That was the moment when this all started. The moment when she pushed my face against her pussy and made me lick her through her panties. She reaches into a basket and picks up a few clothes pegs, then leads me on towards the stairs.
I relax a little when she makes me crawl up the stairs. Playtime hopefully means in her bedroom, but instead she leads me along the landing to my bedroom.
Sit, mummy,” she orders, and I am rewarded with a pat on the head when I obediently kneel at her feet.
She leaves the room. I can hear her pad down the landing in her stockinged feet. She returns carrying the strap-on a minute later. She places the large penis-shaped girlcock and harness on the bed, letting me get a proper look at it. Last time, I barely registered what it looked like as Ashley and Chloe took turns to fuck me with it while I was busy eating their sweet, tight, teen pussies.
It looks ugly. It’s shaped like a man’s cock with the foreskin pulled back. The head is a bulbous mushroom shape with prominent veins running down the fake flesh-coloured shaft. It looks cartoonish with two fake balls at the base.
I quickly look away from it and feast my eyes instead on my gorgeous sixteen year old stepdaughter as she begins to undress in front of me. She had already discarded the school blazer when we got home, but now she stands facing me. She pulls the knot out of the tie and lets it fall to the floor. She slowly unbuttons her white blouse. Each button undone allows more of her plain white bra to be revealed. She pulls the hem out of her skirt and slides her arms out. The blouse is discarded, and she slides the zip down her skirt. It falls easily around her ankles. She stands there, contemplating me in her socks, bra and cartoon giraffe knickers.
She looks down at her feet. She lifts one leg to drag the grey woollen sock off her foot.
“Have you ever noticed that sometimes in porn, they leave their socks on? It really spoils it for me when they do that.”
I don’t know how to respond to that. How have we got to a stage where Chloe talks about porn like it is the most natural thing in the world? When I was her age, I’d never seen any porn.
With her socks off, the bra is next. She casually unfastens and discards the bra. Her tits are so perfect. She has beautiful pink nipples with the merest hint of dimples on the pale pink areolae. How I long to cup and squeeze them. Sadly, she barely lets me touch her. Aside from grinding her pussy down on my face, the only bit I get to touch is her ass, which I can squeeze and pull onto my face.
I watch now with baited breath as she slowly unpeels her panties in front of me. She steps out of the cotton fabric and reaches for the strapon. I watch as she pulls the harness up her legs. She gives a little wiggle as she gets it into position. With a couple of firm, hard tugs, she pulls the straps tight, and the girlcock rises to point straight ahead. She grips the shaft and runs her fingers forward and back, as if wanking it hard.
“Do you like my cock, Mummy?”
She runs her fingers through my hair as I kneel in front of her. The silicone cock head bobs in front of me. I lick my lips. Then I nod.
“Yes, Chloe,” I manage to whisper through a suddenly dry mouth. “I like your cock very much.”
“I knew you would.” I glance up and see her smiling. She looks smug. “Do you know how I knew?”
I slowly shake my head, pretty sure it’s a rhetorical question.
“My Mummy told me.” She pauses and corrects herself. “My real Mummy. She says that you are nothing but a cock sucking whore.”
My eyes go wide. Fuck. Has she told Derek’s ex-wife about this? I swallow and go pale as Chloe continues.
“She said you were a dirty whore who spread her legs like a T-square.”
“That’s not true,” I whisper, slowly shaking my head.
“Show me how you suck Daddy’s cock. Show me how a dirty whore sucks cock.”
The grip on her hair tightens as she presses the dry, silicone, girlcock against my lips. I open my mouth to protest, but she just shoves the foul-tasting dildo into my mouth. She grips my hair with both hands and pushes it in. I struggle. My hands press on her thighs, but she holds my head in place.
It’s all so unexpected that the cock hits my throat and I gag. I choke. I feel like I’m going to vomit, and there are tears in my eyes as I struggle to breathe. She finally pulls out and watches as I cough and retch while kneeling on my bedroom floor.
“Maybe we should try that again,” she giggles as she grips my hair and pulls my face towards her.
This time, she lets me set the pace, and I run my tongue along the silicone vein from fake balls to tip. I kiss and lick it as if it really were Derek’s cock. I think back to the first time I did kneel in front of him and suck his cock.
I had been out of college for a few years and was finding it hard to get a proper job. The economy was in one of its many downturns, and no one was looking for digital media creatives. I’d gone back to college in my mid-twenties to retrain and ended up doing a night class in business administration. Derek was also doing the same course. His company had sent him on it for professional development or something.
We’d hit it off at once. He was five years older than me, and I knew he was married. I could see the small platinum band around the third finger on his left hand. Somehow, though, that didn’t seem to matter. He told me his wife was expecting a baby; their first. That didn’t matter either.
After spending weeks flirting, he invited me out for a drink after class. I invited him in for a coffee when he walked me home afterwards. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to slip down onto my knees as he sat on my sofa and suck his cock.
What should have been a drunken one-off was repeated again and again and again. He was in my bed when she phoned to tell him she had gone into labour. He left my bed to be by hers as Chloe came into the world. His wife seemed more interested in Chloe, and he spent more and more time in my bed instead of hers. It was after Chloe’s third birthday that he told his wife he was leaving her. They got divorced. They tried to be responsible parents, being nice to each other for Chloe’s sake, with time being divided equally between them. We got married around the same time that his wife got a new job and moved to another city. Derek fought for custody and won. Chloe came to live with us about six months after we got married.
And now I’m kneeling on my bedroom floor, sucking Chloe’s fake girlcock. I wrap my lips around the head and suck it into my mouth just the way Derek likes it. This feels so fucking wrong, I think to myself as my stepdaughter tells me I am a good little whore for sucking her cock just the way Daddy likes it.
I slobber over her cock, giving her my best wet blowjob. I grip the shaft and spit on the head before I take it down my throat. I show Chloe just how I suck her Daddy’s cock. I kneel on the floor, debasing myself for a sixteen-year-old girl who I am all too aware now hates me.
She’d never taken to me. She insisted on calling me stepmother rather than mummy. When I read her fairy stories, she’d always choose the ones with wicked stepmothers and then tell me that was what I was.
She pulls the girlcock out of my mouth and smears my drool over my cheeks. She taps my forehead with the head of the cock and giggles at the mess she is leaving on my face.
“Personally, I don’t see the point of blowjobs. This is doing nothing for me. Stand up, Mummy.”
I slowly drag myself to my feet. I put a hand on the mattress to help me up and stand in front of Chloe. I don’t know what to do with my hands, so I put them behind my back. She steps closer and runs her hands over my tits.
This is the first time she has touched my tits, and my nipples respond instantly. They swell and grow as she moves her little hands over them. I arch my back and give a little whimper when she squeezes the nipples between her fingers and thumbs. And when she twists them, my knees buckle and I gasp in pain and surprise.
She steps back, grinning that malevolent grin and picks up the lipstick we bought earlier. She turns to her dressing table mirror and applies it to her lips. When she turns, she smacks her lips together and blows me a kiss.
“You know what you are, Mummy, don’t you?”
I swallow as she runs her fingers over the silver disc I had engraved earlier.
“A good girl?” I venture.
Chloe slowly shakes her head.
“No, Mummy. I think we established when you showed me how you sucked Daddy’s cock that you are a dirty whore.” She glares at me. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Chloe,” I mumble, knowing there is no point in reasoning with her. “I am a dirty whore.”
She steps close to me. I can feel the girl cock pressing against my mound and her little boobs rub against my own when she unbuckles the collar. She flips it so the ‘Dirty Whore’ engraving is visible when she refastens the collar.
“That’s better.” She giggles coquettishly, before turning and picking up the clothes pegs from the bed where she’d left them when we came in. She opens the jaws of the pink plastic clothes pegs. I watch, frozen, as she closes the plastic teeth around my nipples.
The pain is immediate. I lean forward, whimpering, as if leaning over will ease the pain as the pegs bite into my sensitive nipples. “Maybe I should have brought up more pegs,” Chloe whispers. “Then I could have pegged your clit as well.”
Fuck. I just shake my head. Fear is coursing through my veins now. The eroticism is gone. I’m under the control of a psycho. And still I can’t say no.
“On your hands and knees on the bed, Mummy.”
I climb onto the bed. I’m in a similar position to yesterday when Ashley and then Chloe fucked me with the strapon. My ass squeezes around the butt plug as I position myself just the way Chloe wants me. Then she starts to play with the plug. She grips the jewelled base and slowly tugs on it. Every movement sends tremors through my ass. I’m still not used to having things in my bum, and this feels more degrading than kneeling and sucking on the dildo.
Every time she pulls on the plug, I press my hips back. Every movement causes my tits to sway and a fresh jolt of pain to pulse from my nipples to my core.
She slowly pulls the plug out until my asshole is stretched, then lets it go so it slides back in again. It hurts, and yet it makes me drip. I glance underneath me and see a string of pussy juice leaking out of me and dangling between my legs. Chloe sees it too and scoops it up with her finger. She brings it to her mouth.
“You taste good, Mummy.” I wonder if this is going to be the moment when my teenage stepdaughter licks me. Will this be the first time that she pleasures me with her mouth and fingers and makes me cum for her? I hold my breath, willing it to happen.
Instead, I get a swift spank to my clit. I yelp with both pain and embarrassment.
She picks up the discarded lipstick. “I really do think ‘Opinionated’ is such a good choice.”
She uses the lipstick to write on my ass. I am on all fours with my face pressed into the sheets as she drags the dark red lipstick across both cheeks. When she is finished, I hear the lid being placed back on the lipstick. Then I hear the click of her camera phone.
“Look.”
I stare at the screen. WH is written in large letters on one cheek and RE on the other. The glittering buttplug provides the O.
“It’s what you are, isn’t it, Mummy?”
I slowly nod, mesmerised by the picture and the markings.
“I’m a whore,” I whisper.
