After his wife left him for another man, Richard Sanchez remarried to a lovely brunette woman by the name Chelsea Durham. Chelsea was a single-mom working as a sales agent selling scientific equipment to Richard's university. A promotional function in one fateful evening eventually led to the two marrying each other.
Chelsea was a very lovely woman. She was about five feet six and had a lean frame that demanded to be adorned. She had an angelic face which would make eyes turn. Coupled with the C-cup breasts she usually had encased in a white blouse, the woman was quite the hot property among the university staff.
The only down side to her was that she's a terrible mother. No, not the abusive and irredeemably evil kind. Instead, she's a mother that spoiled her child rotten. An overprotective soccer-mom if you will.
Richard Sanchez knew his stepdaughter, Amelia Durham, was going to be a massive headache for him in the future the moment he saw her when she's six. In his entirety of his twenty eight years of living on this planet he had never seen a child more spoiled than Amelia.
The first meeting with her was particularly memorable as it was very unpleasant. Richard had bought her the latest set of My Little Pony dolls, hoping to get the girl to like him. Instead, the girl called him an idiot for not buying her an Iphone. The girl wasn't demure and shy like most six years olds. Oh no, she's one giant arrogant and self-absorbed brat in need of some serious spanking.
But Chelsea, the ever loving mother, defended her daughter's less than stellar behavior at every turn. It's just a phase, as she would often say. Richard didn't see it as just a phase though. What he saw was an unholy progression of her towards becoming an insufferable bitch.
Richard had more than one occasion dispense disciplinary remedies in hope to make the girl a better person but every time he did that, the girl would just cry and seek refuge in her mother's ever opened arms. Then, there would be arguments between Richard and Chelsea on what's best for the child.
Chelsea had been abused when she was young. She had vouched never to abuse her child ever. Richard admired her resolve to become a good mother. What he didn't understand was her failure to distinguish between disciplinary interventions and child abuse. While the latter should never be pursued, the former was vitally necessary for the child's development.
Nevertheless, Richard held himself. He told himself that he didn't need to discipline the girl for the moment. At least not when she's still six. He would let her get older first. He had rationalized to himself that when the girl is older, she'd know better.
Richard couldn't be more wrong with his assessment.
Amelia turned into an absolute brat when she went to middle school. At the age of fourteen, she was considered by her teachers to be a 'problematic child'. Still under the protective wings of her mother, Amelia never held herself back and became worse and worse. Why would she when her mother protected her at every turn?
One fine day, while Chelsea was out dealing with a client of hers, Richard was asked to come to the principal's office. The principal had then told him that Amelia was bullying another girl one year her junior. Unsurprising of her character, really.
Richard took that as a sign to finally lift up his self-imposed inaction and decided to do something about it. He took the brat home and sat her down on the kitchen counter. He gave her a reprimand of a life time, scolding her, telling her how much she'd suffer in her own doing should she continued to be a complete brat.
But being a brat for so long, his words were as effective in persuading her as the occasional warm summer breeze. She could never see herself in the wrong. Instead, she merely shrugged and told him that the girl deserved to be bullied and that if she hadn't done it, someone else eventually would.
Talking to her really required a self-restraint on par with an enlightened monk's as Richard felt like strangling her at every passing minute. The way she kept playing it off as if it's no big deal was insufferable. When she couldn't justify nor play it off, the brat would say something along the lines of 'mommy would never say that I'm wrong', which was precisely the fucking problem to begin with.
Finally, the girl she bullied left the school. Richard wouldn't be that infuriated if it wasn't for Chelsea's casual dismissal of the problem as yet being just another one of Amelia's ever growing list of phases.
Two years later, no longer able to take the mother-daughter shenanigans, Richard decided to live a separate life. While he and Chelsea did consider divorce, the massive cost for lawyer's fee deterred them from ever filing for divorce. It didn't matter to Richard as he's not interested in getting married again anytime soon in the conceivable future.
The two still hooked up once in a while, but would never go beyond the sexual comfort each provided to the other. Sometimes, they'd meet up in the university Richard worked at to discuss business. The subject of Amelia seldom, if ever, surfaced. And in his estimation, the lesser Richard knew about the girl the better.
Then, a year or so passed. Richard received a call from a frantic Chelsea. She was crying, saying that she couldn't get in touch with her daughter. Richard tried to comfort the woman, telling her that there's a possibility that Amelia might have dropped her phone or something, but the ever protective mother wanted her daughter checked out.
Since she was half way across the globe on a business trip and the earliest possible flight back to the country was the next day, Chelsea begged Richard to check up on her daughter. Reluctantly, Richard agreed.
A short drive was all it took for him to reach Chelsea's house. To Richard's relief, the lights were on. That meant the brat was somewhere in there.
Richard parked his car at the driveway and walked up to the door. Since Chelsea never asked back the key she gave him when they were still together, Richard was able to unlock the door.
The first thing he noticed was the sickening stench of weed. This place smelled like a pot house. Thin veil of smoke could be seen filling every space inside the abode. Richard walked quietly into the living room and that's when he saw Amelia, sniffing a line of powder off the coffee table.
Rage filled his vision and Richard saw red. How dare that brat takes drugs? Not only that she took drugs, she was so high that she didn't pick up her goddamn phone resulting in Richard having to drive out here.
There were several other individuals around her. Five, to be precise. Two girls and three boys. They all looked about the same age as Amelia. Their eyes were half opened, their head rolled and bobbed. Clearly, they were all high.
"Out." Richard barked.
"What the hell?" Amelia gasped as she shuffled on the couch nervously. She obviously hadn't expected company.
"I said out. All five of you." he said again. His voice was firm. He pulled a steel poker from the vase beside the fireplace to make his point clearer.
"Chill, dude." one of the guy gasped. His zipper was actually down and one of the girl was stroking his pathetic cock. He shoved his cock back in and rose to his feet.
"I will give you all ten seconds if not I'm calling the cops."
"No. Don't listen to him." Amelia told her entourage. "What the fuck do you want Richard?"
"I want this place empty or else someone's going to be spilling blood onto the carpet."
The threat seemed to work as the five individuals hastily left the room. They even gathered up their tools and stash though Richard knew it had more to do with them wanting to keep the goods for themselves rather than being courteous with getting the place clean.
"Thanks for the coke, Amelia." one of them said before walking out of the front door.
"God damn it, Richard. What the fuck?" she barked at him as if he was the one being wrong. She tried to leave with the five others but Richard grabbed her by her arm. "Let me go you asshole."
Richard tensed. His muscles ached and his palm itched to deliver a thundering slap right across the brat's face. Instead, he remained calm. "You are not going anywhere."
"You are not my dad. You don't get to tell me what I cannot do." she hissed as she struggled to release her arm from Richard's grip.
"Thanks for the coke? Did you buy them coke?" Richard asked in disbelief.
"I can buy whatever the fuck I want. Now, let me go."
Richard kept his grip firm as he pulled out his phone. He gave Chelsea a call.
"Hey, Chelsea." he said. Amelia immediately froze, her eyes widened as she looked at Richard. "Yeah, your daughter's fine. She's in the house. Oh, you want to know why she didn't pick up your phone, I don't know, why don't you ask her yourself? Hold on."
Richard handed the phone to Amelia. She looked at the phone hesitantly before taking it.
"Hi, mom." she said with a shaky voice. "I was uhm just sleeping. You know. College. I didn't sleep much lately." she let out a nervous laugh while avoiding Richard's cold stare.
Richard wondered how many times this little brat had fed her mother bullshit and how many times her mother had swallowed it like its some delicious summer treat. God, he cringed watching this brat lied blatantly to her mother.
Amelia handed the phone back to Richard and he took it.
"It's me." Richard said into the phone.
"Oh thank God she's okay." Chelsea let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Richard."
As usual, her mother swallowed the bullshit whole.
"No problem." Richard sighed.
"I guess I don't have to come back so soon then. Please, look after Amelia. Can you do that for me? It'll only be for five more days."
Richard scowled at the brat in front of him. At least she had the decency to look guilty for lying to her mom.
"Yeah. Why not. I'll keep an eye on her for the next five days." Richard said pointedly, letting Amelia know that he's going to be here until her mother comes back.
"I can take care of myself." Amelia shouted, trying to convince her mother but Richard turned off the phone."God damn it." she hissed in frustration.
"Why the long face, Amelia? You didn't like me crashing your party?" Richard cocked a brow.
"Oh shut up, old fart." she said and Richard instantly slapped her across the face. The girl squealed in pain while clutching her face.
"I've been wanting to do that a very long time, Amelia." Richard said sardonically.
"You fucking bastard." she swung her free hand at him but he caught it midair.
Richard knew it wouldn't be long before she'll knee him at the balls so he turned his body away from her. As expected, she tried to knee him there.
Turning her around, Richard pushed the girl to the couch. She stumbled and fell face down until her face smacked against the leather cushion. Before she had time to stand up, Richard pinned her head down on the couch.
She scratched at his calf but since he was wearing long jeans, her effort amounted nothing more than a mild irritation.
"Your mother is a great woman. Beautiful, hardworking, and successful. But she's a really crappy mother and you are one fucking spoiled brat." Richard hissed into the girl's ears.
"Get off of me you fucking asshole." she struggled but to no avail. He's simply too strong.
"That mouth of yours, God. I've never met a more disrespectful person than you." Richard growled and sent a hard slap on the girl's ass. The force of the smack sent her body forward. She yelped in pain as she squirmed. "Now that your mommy is not here, I'm going to teach you some manners."
"No. Get off of me." she shrieked.
"Get off of you?" Richard smirked. "Okay then. I will get off of you and I will call your mother telling her all the bad things you've been doing. Tell me, how much did you spend on those coke?"
Richard remembered seeing a rather sizable pack. It must have costed hundreds of dollars.
"No. Don't tell my mom." she froze. "Please. She cannot know."
"Why not? I don't suppose it is because she may stop giving you all those pocket money you used to buy those drugs, is it?" Richard felt the girl trembled under him. "I won't tell her if you do what I tell you for these five days."
"Okay. Okay. I will do what you tell me." she muttered. "I'll be a good girl."
"Oh." Richard chuckled skeptically. "Is that so? You'll be a good girl? Oh no, Amelia. You won't. And do you know why?" Richard leaned forward until his lips touched the girl's ear. "Because you've never been a good girl in your life. But don't worry, I'm going to make you into one."
The girl shivered and gulped nervously.
Richard unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of his pants. Skillfully folding it in half with just one hand, he tested a couple of swings at the air.
"No. What are you doing?" the girl struggled.
"Turning you into a good girl." Richard said before sending the belt hard against the girl's ass. A loud smack exploded from her ass and the girl shrieked in pain.
"Please. Stop!" she cried. "Help. Someone help me."
Richard pulled out his handkerchief, rolled it into a ball and then jammed it into the girl's mouth. She tried to push it back out but Richard held his hand over her mouth. With his knee on her back pinning her to the couch, Richard continued the spanking.
One after another, the belt came down hard on her ass. Each cry coming out of her was like the best symphonies. Each smack echoing across the room was like the best sound of percussion. After twenty strokes, Richard wrapped the belt around her wrists and pulled the belt tightly to lock them together.
He then reached hiked up the black fluttery skirt she's wearing and pulled down her pink panties to inspect the damage that had been done. Richard smirked at the result of the spanking. Amelia's ass was as red as a tomato and to Richard's relief, he hadn't drawn blood.
He touched her ass, rubbing the tender flesh in a slow circular motion. He knew it was a very sexual act and he knew he shouldn't do it but he couldn't stop himself. The cute round ass needed soothing and he was the only one that could give it.
"How does it feel to be punished?" he asked.
The girl shut her eyes. Tears wet her cheeks. She mewled through the makeshift gag, pleading him to stop.
"Well, did you stop bullying the girl when she told you to stop?" Richard asked bitingly.
Amelia let out a sob and shook her head in defeat.
"Did you stop being a problem to your teachers when they told you to stop?"
She shook her head again.
"And why did you take drugs, Amelia? Really? I thought you're better than that."
She groaned and shook her head the last time before Richard spanked her once more. This time, he spanked her with his hand.
Her ass bounced at each strike. Her body tensed with each blow. One hard slap after another was delivered in rapid succession. The girl moaned and mewled as she squirmed against the couch to seek relief from the burning pain on her ass.
Then, Richard felt his palm wet. He frowned and took a look at his hand. True enough, there's some clear fluid clinging onto his skin. He took a sniff and quickly determined what it was.
He glided two fingers along the girl's pussy and confirmed what he'd suspected. Amelia was wet from the spanking.
Richard swallowed nervously. He had just wanted to punish the girl, to humiliate her and nothing else. He shouldn't even touch her pussy in such blatant manner but he didn't know why he kept wanting to turn it sexual. Unbeknownst to him the smoke in the house was stripping him of his self-control.
Amelia, instead of repulsed by what he's doing, pushed her ass backward and ground her pussy against his fingers. She was clearly in heat and had wanted more stimulation from his fingers.
Granting her what she wanted, Richard pushed his fingers into her wet pussy. Her girly lips blossomed and engulfed his finger with almost no resistance. Her inside clenched hungrily around him, begging him to deliver more stimulation.
Richard moved his fingers in a come-hither manner, eliciting one feminine gasp after another from his stepdaughter. His cock began to grow hard, its size expanded to a point of agony as its confinement became more and more unbearable.
Unable to control his lust, he pulled his pants and briefs down. His massive cock sprang out like a loaded spring. Pulling the handkerchief from her mouth, Richard guided the girl by her hair until her lips were on the tip of his cock.
The girl parted her lips and inhaled his cock into her mouth like her life depended on it. She pushed down until she couldn't get anymore of Richard's cock into her and then rose back up, sucking on him along the way.
"Oh god." Richard shuddered. His fingers rewarded the girl with more stimulation.
She began to bob her head up and down, taking his cock into her mouth faster. The familiar feeling of cum pooling at the base of his cock intensified as the girl worked on his cock.
"No." he stopped the girl. "I need to fuck you right now." he said.
The girl gave him a half-nod. She was barely able to keep her eyes open. She seemed to be drowning in pleasure.
"Please fuck me, daddy." she exhaled.
That was all it took. Every last ounce of self-control Richard had vaporized at the sound of those naughty words coming out of Amelia's lips.
He knelt behind her. With his hand, he aimed his cock until it's aligned to her wet opening. With a gentle push, his head popped into the girl's pussy. The rest of his shaft went it without even the slightest of resistance.
"Oh, you're so big, daddy." she cried.
Richard didn't know why she so suddenly decided to call him daddy but he liked how the word sounded. He began to thrust into her, ravaging her pussy with his massive cock. He could feel her cervix pressing against the tip of his cock every time he pushed all the way into her.
"Your pussy is so tight." Richard gasped. He could feel her inside tightened around him, clutching dearly around his shaft as he pumped into her.
"Oh please oh please." she mewled. "I'm going to cum."
"Cum for me. Amelia." he growled and hastened his pace.
"Yes. Daddy. Oh yes!" she arched her back to better receive him.
Richard could feel it. He could feel the swelling of his balls. His cock twitched as it was about to unload the entirety of his balls' content into his stepdaughter's tight pussy. He finally growled, holding her waists and pushing his cock as deep as he could go. The floodgate opened shortly after. One hot spurt of potent creamy cum after another shot out from his cock, filling the girl's nubile pussy with his seeds.
The girl moaned as orgasm crashed over her like series of powerful waves. Her body quivered at the aftershock, her pussy clenched hungrily, drawing as much cum as it could get from Richard's cock.
Richard fell on top of the girl. He was exhausted but took the effort to give the girl kisses on her neck and shoulders. His cock was still inside her but when it had shrunk it was popped out by a squeeze of her pussy.
"Are you protected?" Richard asked.
The girl didn't respond to his question as she panted for air.
"Amelia. Are you on pills?"
The girl shook her head.
Richard sucked in a hard breath. He had just cummed into his stepdaughter's fertile womb. But his worries did not last as he knew there were pills on the market that could deal with such situation. A post-sex contraceptive pills if you will.
"I'm getting you the pills tomorrow."
"Yes, daddy." she sighed while basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.
Richard took Amelia to the bathroom and took a shower with her. The two made out under the shower as their body twisted against one another. Then, they went to Chelsea's bed and made crazy love over and over again, making sure that every cum was deeply planted into Amelia's fertile pussy.
When morning came, Richard bought Amelia the post-sex pills and six months' worth of normal contraceptives pills. For the next four days, they spent time together fucking like rabbits on every conceivable surfaces in the house.
By the time Chelsea came back, she was none the wiser. The only thing she noticed was Amelia's sudden changed in behavior. Amelia, over the course of the five days, turned over a new leaf and was no longer the brat she was. Richard suspected the reason for that being Amelia wanted him to approve of her. She must have gotten attached to him deeply in ways neither of them could understand.
From that day onward, whenever Chelsea went for a business trip, Richard would be there to babysit Amelia, making sure his stepdaughter's sexual needs were thoroughly satisfied.
