Thread: Body Barter | Lewd & Father

I may have gotten a little carried away Karla watched the play of emotions on Shawn's face as she spoke. One minute he was seemingly stoic, the next he looked like he wanted to hurt her. Never had she seen him in such a state, so erratic...and she knew it was because of her. It made her wonder what kind of darkness he kept bottled up inside, what kind of darkness he wanted to engulf her in. She tensed slightly as the emotions suddenly shuttered to a halt and he relaxed into a role she wasn't entirely sure of. Her nostrils flared and fingers clenched in unease when he suddenly advanced towards her, hand already outstretched before he reached her completely. She stifled a moan in her throat, but couldn't stop her lips from parting in a silent o as he fisted her hair and craned her neck back at an unnatural angle. Instinctively, her back arched to maintain her balance as she tried to keep her mind clear, but God if her body wasn't sensitive to his every touch and movement. Her breaths were short and her chest lifted each time as she tried to remain calm. Karla wasnt devious or wanton by any stretch of the imagination, but having her hair pulled would always set her off, no matter how innocent or playful, twisted or rough, it always sent a shock straight to her clit. It embarrassed her growing up and it embarrassed her now, even if Shawn didnt mind. She worked to keep her eyes from closing at the sensation, but when he claimed her breast, massaged and squeezed it almost painfully, she couldn't keep them from lowering to half mast. She couldn't stop the hum of pain that slipped from her rosy lips as he slapped her tit, the quick action sure to leave a mark of her delicate skin. The urge to rub the pain away was tenfold but somehow, she knew better and she couldn't deny liking the phantom tingling it left. Fuck pet. Fuck pet. Fuck pet. So that's what she would be to him. Should she be relieved that she'd been elevated beyond that of a toy? Her eyes focused on him before moving down his form and taking in the sight of his arousal. It had been a long time since anyone had been rough with her and never to this extent. It left her feeling lightheaded as he pushed her face toward the ground. The normal part of her wanted to retaliate, to hit him back. But the other...it just wanted more. Karla didn't look up as her hands braced the floor to carry her weight, hid the fire in her eyes. Lickings her lips, she lifted her waist until she was on her knees and paused, noticing the circle of nectar that had pulled on the floor where she knelt. She watched with a mixture of shame and arousal as a clear stringy drop fell on the wood surface before she moved. It was obvious that there was only one hole that needed lubricating. She shuddered at the thought of his shaft entering her virgin ass but did as she was told, her hips swaying, back slightly arched, and ass in the air as she crawled towards the bathroom. Karla felt like she was only slightly there as she entered the bathroom and kneeled in place for a moment. Her eyes turned towards the door, unsure, before rising slowly to stand in front of the mirror. The sight she was met with surprised her. Her face was flushed and shed never seen her eyes look so disoriented. Her hair was slightly mussed and there were faint fingerprints on her breast. She looked inebriated. As she looked down, she realized she probably was in some way. Overwhelmed and drunk off of this experience that had only just begun. She didn't understand the feeling but knew this wasn't a time to question it. He wanted her ready and she didn't care to find out what happened if she didn't listen. She blanched, realizing there was no lube in the bathroom, but she was afraid to go back out. Drawers opened and closed until she caught sight of some coconut oil and sighed with relief. She preferred her lube, but knew this worked just as well and the scent faded quickly. Karla wasn't sure how to prepare the bathroom since she made sure it was spotless even with her busy schedule so she took the tube,stepped into the clawed foot tub and did want she wanted to do ever since he pulled her hair. Slender hands slipped between her swollen folds and felt what he did to her. She let out a shaky breath as her middle and ring finger slid into her entrance and slowly stretching her. Kneeling down, she squeezed the solid oil into her hand, watching it melt a bit before raising her ass and pressing her face against the floor, whimpering slightly when her sensitive nipples flattened against the cold surface. The warmed oil slipped down over the puckered entrance of her asshole before she grazed the ring of muscle. Her own juices had fallen back and she knew she was coated enough to slide a finger inside while her other hand played with her clit. Karla was afraid of this, of letting someone fuck her there, but she'd always been curious and was grateful to be able to prepare on her own. She slipped another finger inside when the first entered painlessly, but gasped at the feeling of fullness that came with the second. She moved in and out, timing herself to the rhythm of the fingers at her clit, eyes unconsciously focused on the door. What would he do if he walked in and found her like this, pleasuring herself, stretching her ass to take him? Her pussy spasmed at the thought and a soft groan escaped her mouth as she added a third finger. She needed to cum just once before he found her again. She needed to feel her rioting nerves relax the way they often did after she masturbated before bed. She squeezed more oil into her palm and and inserted it in her ass, letting the heat melt and lubricate the muscles before continuing on. Karlas fingers moved faster as she imagined his thick length inside her, his hands digging into her hips, marking her, as he guided their movements, ass slapping against him as her walls clenched hard against him. She was so close, so close but his was coming. Her body was screaming at her to continue, but he would hear sounds, hear the way her fingers were working her clit. In the back of her mind, she knew her release was entirely dependent on him and any last wishes for self control were now gone. Her fingers stopped, features crestfallen when her walls clenched repeatedly with want. Tremors ran through her body as she tightened her ass to keep the oil inside. She resumed kneeling as well as the tub would allow before he entered, her lungs trying to get air being the only evidence of wrong doing. Shawn hadn't even been there an hour and already she was mentally exhausted.