10 comments/ 125103 views/ 52 favorites Clear Conscience By: watchingyou2 Being married to Tom was great in so many ways. He was a good looking guy, romantic, he knew how to treat a girl, and ... he had a lot of money. He was everything she wanted... except in the bedroom where he was just as romantic, loving, and gentle. This might be great for some women. But, the problem was that Sandy didn't want gentleness. What Sandy wanted was a man that would pull her hair, slap her ass, and call her a bitch as he fucked her. A man that didn't make love to her, but one that used her only to satisfy his own pleasure. One that made her do all the dirty things that a girl shouldn't do. Still, she was intent on getting past that. She had been married twice before, and she wanted this one to last. She focused on the good things and felt very happy. She decided to forget the men she'd been with before. The ones that she'd been married to as well as the others who had taken advantage of her - in so many ways... Yes, she tried hard to forget what they did with her. Then, on the day before their wedding, she met her Tom's son. They hadn't met before since she and Tom had only been together a few months before they decided to get married. Steve, his son, lived in California where he went to college while they lived in Ohio, so there had been no time to meet. When Steve walked into the reception the night before, Tom was off somewhere else. A friend was talking with her and pointed him out from across the room. "I'll go get Tom," her friend said and left. Sandy's eyes almost went wide open as she looked at him. Steve was not very much like Tom, except for his good looks. He was unshaved and wore his shirt a little open. He was tan and muscular and when he saw her a few moments later, Sandy saw his eyes take a nice, long look over her body. When he saw his dad walk over to her, and lead her towards him, she saw him smile as he realized who she was. He looked a little like someone who had been caught doing something he shouldn't be doing. He wasn't embarrassed, instead he was almost laughing. In one hand, he held a glass of Scotch, but when introduced he held out his other, took hers, and gave it a light kiss. Sandy's heart fluttered and she felt her pussy go instantly wet. Before he let go, she pulled herself closer to him and gave him a little hug. She made sure that he could feel her tits as they pressed into him. On his part, Steve could hardly believe that this woman, Sandy, was his new step mom. She was a very beautiful, incredibly sexy woman. He wasn't sure, but he guessed she was 15 years younger than his father. He was 55, so she was around 40. Like many women of that age, Sandy had a body that had lots of curves except he saw that hers had also been enhanced. The short, tight little pink dress she wore showed of a set of big, swollen, silicon enhanced tits trying to push out over the strapless top, a nice round ass, and great legs that were looking even better on a pair of stiletto heels. Her hair was dyed in shades of blonde and he saw that she wore quite a bit of makeup even though she didn't really need it. Her eyes were outlined with eye shadow and mascara making them dark and sexy. Steve knew immediately that his father had fallen for her because of how fucking hot she was. He couldn't blame him. As she talked with the small crowd around them, he couldn't stop looking at her lips. They were really nice and full, puffed out with collagen treatments. Pink glossy lipstick enhanced them all the more, making them look nice and wet. She was rambling on about something. Steve noticed that the guys around her all nodded their heads as if in full agreement. They probably didn't hear most of what she was saying, they were just happy to have her close by them. At the wedding the next day, Steve's picture of Sandy was cemented. Her wedding dress was white, but there wasn't much else pure about it. It was short, tight, and made out of the same stretchy material as the cocktail dress she'd worn the night before which had her tits again almost spilling out. Most women wouldn't have chosen such a ... what would he call it... slutty?... wedding dress. As he watched her walk by him towards the altar, he stole a glance at those nice legs and saw that she had also decided that lace wasn't for her. White fishnet stockings - the satin band holding them up was just barely visible under the her dress - were what she wanted to wear on her wedding day. Naturally, the shoes matched the look as well. White, glossy stiletto heels, at least 4" tall made her look not exactly like the blushing bride. The only thing that contrasted her white outfit was the makeup around her dark eyes and the bright red lipstick covering her lips. Standing at the altar, at one point Sandy turned around and looked over her shoulder. Their eyes met. It was only a glance, but Steve thought for sure that she had specifically been looking for him. From that first meeting, both of them felt the tension between them. Since it was summer break from school, he had decided to take some time off and relax at home. Whenever Sandy was around, Steve, no matter how hard he tried, couldn't keep his eyes from wandering over her hot body. She made it virtually impossible with the tight, low cut tops, the short skirts, and sexy heels she wore every day. He had the same problem with his private thoughts, unable to keep from imagining what he would do with her if he had the chance. For her part, Sandy found herself almost encouraging her stepson's interest. She took her time changing into regular clothes in the morning, waiting until Steve had woke up and had a chance to see her in the short nighties she wore. None of them were long enough to reach her ass which was only covered, if you could call it that, in tight, skimpy panties. She took every opportunity when he was around to reach up for something or bend over the counter. When she couldn't see his eyes on her, she could still feel them, and she liked it. As time went on, the looks turned into more overt teasing and flirting. Whenever his dad was around things would be fine, but when they found themselves alone the conversation and comments started to become more and more suggestive. Sandy seemed to have a very intense interest in Steve's girlfriends. At first, she just teased him about them, but then she started asking him questions about what they did together. "Is she good in bed?" she asked once. Another time when he came in late and his dad was in bed, she asked, "I hope she showed you a good time?" Then, one day when they had opened a bottle of wine at lunch and drank most of it, she started telling him how much she loved his father. "Tom's a great guy," she said to him. "I really love him." Steve nodded his head, not sure what to say. "That's why I want you to know that I could never cheat on him. There's no way I'd do that. Do you believe me?" she asked him. Again, Steve nodded, unsure of where this was going. Sandy then leaned over against him. Her hand stroked his hand as her tits pressed into his arm. "The only way that could happen is if a man forced me to do it," she said softly. Steve saw her divert her eyes, looking down at the table. "Then it wouldn't be my fault, right?" she asked. This time, Steve didn't answer at all. He really didn't know what to say. Then, she made one last comment before the door opened and they heard his dad walk in after work. "But I wouldn't tell Tom, if that happened. He wouldn't need to know. I'd keep it a secret." Still, even with all that going on, it was a big shock when she had walked into his room late one night when Steve thought that she and his father were asleep. He had put on a porno movie and was stroking a nice hard-on when she walked in. She told him she had been walking by his room and heard some screaming from the TV. Sandy had indeed heard the sounds coming from the movie. That was because she had first stood outside his door and listened for several minutes to the sounds of a girl being put to good use by some man. She slid a hand down and pushed her little panties aside, then started rubbing her pussy in circles. As she did, she imagined what would happen if Steve came out and found her there. She knew what he'd do to her. He'd do the same thing that so many other men had done to her. He'd use her, force her to do all the things that men want to do to a girl. She'd have to suck his cock... and she wondered just how big it was. He'd probably push her up against the wall right there in the hall and fuck her from behind... would he spank her?... would he pull her hair...? She suddenly decided she couldn't take this anymore. She was going to go in there and make him turn off that movie. "He shouldn't be watching stuff like that anyways," she thought to herself. "Especially with his step mom around." When she came into the room, what happened was somewhat of a blur for Steve. He remembered her accusing him of being a dirty young man. "You shouldn't be watching that stuff! Do you think all women do those kinds of things?" she demanded of him as she pointed at the TV where a girl was sucking a hard cock. She accused him of probably even lusting after her, wanting to make her do what the girls in those videos did. He had got up quickly and was trying to get to the TV to turn it off, but as he did she moved in front of him. She was barely over 5' tall without the heels that she usually wore while Steve towered over her at over 6'. Still, she blocked his way. There was an awkward pause as they stood there, Steve looking down at her with his still hard cock pointing straight out while she looked up at him wearing only one of her tight fitting night shirts. Her tits were clearly outlined and her nipples were pointing out. A tiny pair of panties did little to cover her ass. He remembered her saying something like, "What are you going to do? Do you think you can treat me like one of those sluts?" An instant later she had slid down onto her knees. Her face was even with his thick cock. "You think you can just shove your cock into your step mom's mouth. Use it to shut her up? Make her suck on it? Is that how you think you can treat me?" Sandy's full lips were almost touching his cock as she talked. She looked up at him, his cock still nearly touching her lips. "I've seen how you've been looking at me," she said in a whisper... almost a hiss. "And now I know what you've been thinking." She paused a moment, then went on. "Just go ahead, then. Do it. Do whatever it is that dirty mind of yours has been wanting to do to me. Just whatever you do, don't tell your dad. Don't tell him what you made me do tonight." With barely a thought, Steve's primal urges took over. His cock was already hard from the movie and now here was an apparently willing woman ready to relieve his pent-up tension. He reached down and grabbed his step mom with both hands by the back of her head and pushed his cock against her puffy lips. She pretended to resist at first, keeping her mouth closed so that his cock slid back and forth as he tried to push himself inside. She looked up at him the whole time, watching his frustration rise. Finally, he reached down and took her by the chin with one hand to hold her still. She knew that the teasing was over. Steve watched her lips stretch as he shoved his cock harder then finally he slipped inside her warm, wet mouth. Sandy was still looking up at him, her attractive face now looking even more interesting with a hard cock shoved in her mouth. He slid in and out a few times, watching how she kept her full lips locked tight around his hard shaft. Sandy took over from there. She bobbed her head up and down, slowly at first letting him really feel her lips and tongue as she slid up and down his shaft. She rolled her head around, sucking on the sensitive tip. It was pretty clear, though, that this wasn't going to last long tonight. When she sensed that Steve was about to explode, she shifted to a much faster pace. She grabbed the back of his thighs and worked her mouth up and down, faster and faster. The room was filled with the slurping sound of her mouth working his cock. It was less than a minute until Steve was blasting a huge load of cum into her mouth and watching her try to swallow as much as she could. His balls were much too full, though, and after swallowing several gulps she had to pull free. She grabbed his cock with her hand, and pumped it with her fist as the last few jets shot out. She let it land on her face, letting Steve see how she looked covered in his jizz. As he finally stopped coming, she slowly licked and sucked on the tip, nursing the last drops out as he calmed down. After he was finished, she looked up at him and said, "There, are you happy? Is that what you wanted? You made make me suck your cock and come all over my face like those whores on your movies. Are you happy now?" She stood up and looked at him, her face still messy with his fluid. "I knew that's what you've been thinking," she said and she gave him a little push to make him get out of her way. "All you men are the same." As she got to the door, Sandy stopped one last time and told him, "I'm not going to tell your father what you made me do tonight," she said as she wiped her face with a finger then licked it clean. "He might think that I was the one cheating on him with his son. I just hope it was enough for you... I hope that you don't think you can make me do that again." Sandy went back to her room and crawled quietly into bed next to her husband. He woke up a little and turned over to hold her. He stroked her hair softly, but he was already almost asleep. He didn't feel the sticky fluid still splattered there. For Steve, all the pieces of this puzzle now began to fit together. She wanted him, but she needed to pretend that what they did was all his fault. She didn't want to be the one guilty of letting him do that to her. As he came to this conclusion, it only took a little longer for him to understand the implications. "So, it's my fault. I made her do it." He smiled to himself. "That's fine," he thought. "No problem at all. Next time it will be my fault all over again." Now it was a week later. It was a Tuesday and his father was at work. He had woke late and showered. Coming out of the shower, Steve had glanced in the mirror and saw his step mom looking at him through the partially open bathroom door. He saw her eyes first looking at his cock, then catching his gaze. She acted surprised, and quickly moved away from the door. Steve had followed her wearing only a towel and finally caught her as she went into her own bedroom and began to close the door. He saw that she was wearing her wedding dress and he wondered why that would be. It was all there... the short dress, the fishnet stockings, the heels... Steve caught the door before she could close it and pushed it open, forcing his way in. He moved towards her, making her back up until she was against a wall. She had nowhere to go now as Steve stood directly in front of her. He used his size to make sure he had her full attention. He freely looked over her body, almost inspecting her, noticing how he could see the edge of the dark circles surround her nipples peeking out over the top of the dress. With a strong voice he said to her, "You were spying on me, weren't you!" Sandy shook her head to deny it, but he didn't pay attention. "Did you see anything?" he demanded of her. Sandy finally responded. "No!" she protested as she looked up at this man standing almost above her. "I... I... I wasn't spying. I was just walking by the door. I was..." She was trying to think of an excuse for what she'd been caught doing, but couldn't. Not being able to think of what else to say, she finally just blurted out, "I wasn't peeking at you!" "Well, I think you were," Steve said to her. Then, he asked her, "And why are you wearing your wedding dress? Did you want to show it to me again?" Sandy's heart pounded. She had pulled the dress out of the closet that morning and put it on because she really liked how she looked in it. She had originally picked it out, thinking that Tom would fuck her in it on their wedding night. Instead, he had fallen asleep after the reception. It made her sad that it hadn't worked out the way she wanted, and as she saw it in her closet that day she decided she was going to wear it again that night and hoped things would turn out better. However, once she got it on, her thoughts left her husband and instead went back to just days earlier. She remembered how Steve had taken her head and forced her to suck on his hard cock... at least that's how she wanted to remember what had happened. He made her do it. She had felt, and eventually tasted, his passion... his desire. She imagined what he would have done to her in this dress if he'd been the one given a chance to do with her whatever he wanted on their wedding night. He would have shown her the way that a man treats his new bride. Sandy imagined that they might not even make it out of the reception hall before he'd push her over a table, somewhere just out of sight, and ram his cock into her from behind. He'd make sure she knew who owned her now... and teach her what happens to a girl who dress like a slut for her wedding. He would have given it to her good and hard. Now, here she was in that dress, looking up at Steve and seeing that his passions were indeed inflamed. She knew what was going to happen next... what he was going to do to her. "Well, whatever the reason you're wearing it, did you get to see what you wanted to see in the bathroom? No? Maybe you'd like a closer look?" With that, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. She didn't go down to her knees, though. Instead, she bent her legs and squatted down, remaining perched on her high heels. This spread her legs open which also made the short dress slide up to expose her pussy and now making it completely clear that the only thing she had on was stockings... her pussy was bare. Steve slid off his towel, and his cock stood out. It had already grown partially hard as his pulse raced, remembering what had happened the last time she had been in this position, and it was growing harder by the second as he looked at her. He took his cock in his hand and pumped it a few times, making it grow even harder. "Now can you see it?" he said to her. "Is that what you were trying to look at... my hard cock?" The cock that that she had seen as she spied on him when he came out of the shower was soft, but now she saw it growing rock hard just above her face. She turned her head up to look at it, studying how long and thick it was. She could see that the bulging head was a little purple from the blood rushing towards that sensitive tip and she could see the veins standing out along the shaft. It looked like an angry monster coming to life. She wanted to reach out to touch him, but she held herself back. She knew herself well enough. She needed to keep a clean conscience with her husband, or else her guilty feelings would give her away. So, instead of reaching up and grabbing that magnificent object of desire, she submissively placed her behind her back. Still, she looked up and moved her face closer until his hard cock rested barely above her lips. "Don't forget that I'm your step mom... your father's wife. You need to treat me with respect," she said to him in a voice that sounded very strict, especially when coming from a woman in a position where she was just not going to get much respect. "Do you understand? You can't treat me like those other girls you bring home, or those sluts in those movies you like to watch." "No... you can't treat me like them... you can't... No! No, no, no." That last part made it sound like she was chiding a young boy for being bad. Then, as if to reinforce her point, she slowly shook her head from side to side. As she did, his cock slid seductively back and forth across her lips and all over her face as she did, even slapping up against her cheeks. Clear Conscience Steve looked down at this woman, 20 years older than him, and paused only a moment before taking her head in his hands and pushing himself into her mouth, stifling her last "no" with his cock. She wasn't the one in charge, he was, and he had decided it was time to shut her up and put her mouth to a much better use by sucking his cock. She took him. Of course she did. Even if she wanted to resist, her plump, wet lips – red with glossy lipstick – were so slippery that he easily slid past them. He had pushed himself in as far as he could go until his cock was almost choking her. Her ponytail made a nice handle as he pushed himself in a little harder... a little deeper than the last time. She needed to understand which one of them really was in charge. He watched her eyes shift from his face down to his cock. Her eyebrows knotted up as she concentrated, trying to take this large object suddenly being forced upon her. Steve also saw how she still maintained her pose... on her knees with hands behind her back. Her mouth was his, and he began to use it. He held himself deep inside for a few more seconds then slowly began fucking her mouth. Sandy loosened her mouth a little while keeping her lips firmly wrapped around his cock and just let him take her how he wanted. She could feel a little anger from him as he grabbed her hair and forced himself into her mouth. With his cock relentlessly fucking her mouth and throat, she wasn't able to swallow. Instead, her saliva coated his cock and ran from her partly open mouth. It wasn't long before she could feel a long string of drool begin to hang from her chin. Eventually, she felt it on her chest as it started to run down the valley between her tits. She felt dirty... cheap. She was getting used like a whore, and although she couldn't show it... she loved it. Steve forced Sandy to look up at him again as he first pulled her head off of his cock, then pulled back on her hair to turn her face up towards him. "It's not my fault," she told herself as he again slid his cock back and forth across her now sloppy, wet face. "He's the one. He's making me do this." It was a tough sell even for her to buy, especially because her nipples had grown rock hard and her pussy very wet as she had been sucking his cock. But that thin veil of an excuse that she was telling herself was all she needed. She wasn't guilty. She wasn't asking him to do this to her. She wasn't cheating on her husband with his son. It was his fault. He was making her do this. "No," she said one more time, her voice now more quiet and a little hoarse. "You can't do this, you... shouldn't... make me do this." Steve paused for a moment when she said that. Sandy could see that some new thought had crossed his mind. After a moment, he pulled her back up to her feet and pressed her hard against the wall. He took her chin with one hand and turned her head sideways. Putting his face right next to her ear, he said in a whisper, "You're right. I shouldn't have been doing that, should I." Sandy was confused. "No," she answered although she knew that he didn't mean what he was saying. "You shouldn't have." "Because you're my step mom, right?" Not quite entirely sure of her answer, Sandy agreed. "That's right, Steve." Once again taking a good hold of her hair so that she couldn't move, he slid his hand off her chin and down to feel her big tits through her thin, low cut top. He squeezed them for a moment as he went on. "You belong to my dad, right?" Sandy's body responded to him as he squeezed her tits. She knew he could feel that her nipples were already hard and got even harder from his touch. Juices started flowing to her pussy. It took her a moment longer to respond this time due to the distraction. Finally, she nodded her head ever so slightly. "Yes. He's the one." Steve took a moment to expose her tits for his pleasure. With that sexy dress, it was easy since she wasn't wearing a bra. He simply pulled down on the front, and her tits practically popped out over the top. Letting go of her hair, with both hands he squeezed her tits, keeping her pushed up against the wall as he did. After squeezing them several times, he focused attention on the nice, erect nipples. He had lusted after these big tits from the moment he had seen her, and now for the first time he got to see and feel those big melons. He pulled and pinched her nipples, fascinated with how they stood straight out on those swollen globes. After getting a nice feel of her tits, he slid a hand down under her dress. It was still hiked up and left her fully exposed. He wasted no time sliding a finger along her pussy, feeling how it was as wet and slippery as could be. It distracted him for a short time, but finally he whispered in her ear again. "I shouldn't have made you suck on my cock, is that what you were thinking?" he asked. Sandy couldn't answer just then. His hands on her body were feeling too good. She barely even understood the question, but finally she nodded a little. "Yes," she whispered. "That's what I was thinking. You shouldn't have made me do that again." "I agree," he said to her as his tone of voice quickly changed and he started pulling her towards that bed. "I think it's time I fucked you instead." . Steve guided her over towards the bed, then, after turning her around, he pushed her onto her back with her ass placed very conveniently on the edge. Steve grabbed her by the thighs and spread them, then slid his hands up to her knees and pushed them back until her stocking covered legs were spread completely open and her sexy heels dangled in the air above her head. He looked down at her with her tits standing straight out, then leaned forward and devoured them, sucking hard on one then the other. The hardness of her nipples urged him on. Sandy felt like she was pinned to the bed. She intensely felt how every bit of her body was open and available to him, and she loved that feeling. She felt her pussy begin gushing even more fluid as he sucked on her tits, working her sensitive nipples into very hard nubs as he did. The son wasn't slow and gentle like his father. No, he had an urgency about him that only younger boys have. He was rough, almost attacking her, and Sandy let him do what he wanted. After a few minutes, Steve reluctantly left those round, fake tits and instead focused his attention on her vulnerable pussy. Her squeals as his tongue ran over her spread open pussy told him exactly where to focus his attention. He saw with his eyes and felt with his tongue as her clit swelled out to greet him. He alternated between running his tongue over that sensitive little piece of flesh and then sucking it suddenly into his mouth. Sandy was wild with lust at this attention her tits and pussy were receiving. She struggled to keep up her act, still hoping to appear the reluctant victim of his actions. However, without even realizing, she reached up and slid her hands along her legs – spread open and dangling above her head – until she reached the curve of her calves. She grabbed hold of them and, like a dirty whore she spread herself open even wider for him, thrusting her pussy against his tongue as she did. She tilted her head up and watched closely as his tongue worked her over. Later, Sandy didn't remember begging for more, but the words were permanently registered in Steve's ears. "Oh, yes! Do it! Lick that pussy! Lick it! Make me come for you! That's it, right there. Don't stop! Please... don't stop! Ooooohhhh yeeeeessssss!!!!!!" Sandy's body went tense all over as a powerful orgasm took over. Her words turned into choked moans of pleasure as she started grinding her pussy against that amazing tongue. Then, as her orgasm hit its peak, she tried escaping from the pleasure that she thought would kill her if it lasted any longer. She let go of her legs as, almost of their own accord, they tried to squeeze around his head. But Steve didn't let her body do what it wanted. He grabbed hold of her legs and kept them spread wide as his tongue kept relentlessly working her pussy. Sandy's cries of pleasure turned into screams of near panic as she found that she couldn't escape. Her orgasm turned into a second orgasm immediately, and this one was harder than any she could ever remember. Her hips bucked hard against his tongue as her body went into a convulsion of pleasure. In spite of herself, she forgot that he was making her do these things. She screamed loudly as she grabbed his head in her hands and pushed him down harder onto her pussy, rubbing his tongue harder onto her throbbing clit. His tongue wouldn't stop licking her most sensitive spot until, after only a few more seconds of this intense stimulation, her orgasm of pleasure turned into an orgasm of squirting fluid. Steve had never seen a girl come like that. He held his tongue firmly in place with her pussy spread open to him as he felt her body convulse, then pulled away just as the stream of liquid shot from her pussy. He saw her eyes roll back and she threw back her head. Her body arched upward which made her tits thrust up in the air as if she were trying to put push her entire body into him. He saw that she couldn't stand any more of the pleasure he was bringing her. Her scream had turned into a loud groan from deep down inside her. It was an animal sound of complete release. Finally, after he pulled away, she started to calm down a little. He returned to her pussy, sucking very gently on her swollen clit a little longer, liking the feel of that little nub in his mouth as he pulled on it tenderly. Her body jerked and spasmed each time he touched her there. The convulsions of pleasure had not completely left her body when Sandy realized that he had now moved up and was on top of her. He had hooked his arms under her knees and taken her by the wrists, once again spreading her open and at the same time pinning her to the bed. His hard cock was resting against her soaking wet pussy. As soon as she felt him pushing against her there, Sandy's eyes went open. She knew this was a new level in the game they were playing. Steve didn't wait long enough to give her a chance for second thoughts. He pushed forward and slid about half his length into her. Her pussy was soaking wet, but his cock was big and she couldn't take it all at once. Sandy moaned and fought against his grasp as he held her firmly in place. Not that she really wanted to, but she realized there was no getting away from him. He was going to fuck her, right here on her own bed in her wedding dress. As he slid out then in again, beginning a steady, slow rhythm, all she could do was squirm around the tiniest little bit. She no longer was trying to get away, just doing her best to adjust to his thick cock. She saw that he wasn't looking at her, his eyes were looking down, focused only on watching his cock slide in and out of her. She tilted her own head up to also watch, and the sight of his rock hard shaft sliding in and out of her turned her on very much. This young boy, her stepson, was treating her the way a man should treat a bride. He was fucking her. No, not making love... not screwing around... the only way to describe it was that he was fucking her. Since her pussy was already soaking wet, it only took a few strokes before Steve was able to work the full length of his cock inside her. As he hit bottom, he heard a moan escape her lips. He had been watching his cock push into her pussy, but now he looked up into her eyes. He held himself still, buried into her up to the hilt. When she felt him hit bottom, Sandy had reflexively closed her eyes and thrown her head back in pleasure, but when she felt him pause, she opened her eyes and saw his looking right into hers. She wanted it bad, but she made one last desperate attempt to keep up her act. She was breathing heavily, panting from the lust that she felt. "You like making me take that cock?" she said to him. "You think it's fun fucking your step mom?" Before Steve could answer, she went on. "I wish I could tell your father how you treat me... but, you know I can't, don't you! You know I can't tell him how you held me down on our bed and treated me like one of your sluts." At that point, Steve decided that slow and easy time was over. He pinned her wrists tighter to the bed, spread her legs open a little wider, rotated her pussy up just a little more, then began ramming her with all his weight. "Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam..." Over and over, the sound of his body smashing into hers filled the room. Sandy's excitement surged. Looking at Steve, she spoke almost in a growl. "So that's how you're going to do it? Is that what you want to do...treat your step mom like a dirty little slut? Make her take it good and hard... punish that tight pussy with a big hard cock!" It didn't take long before Sandy couldn't speak any more. His rough cock was sliding across her over-stimulated clit, and very quickly she started going wild with ecstasy. She couldn't move her arms, but with her hands she clawed at the bedspread and desperately pulled at them. "Oh god! Oh god!" she said in a voice that had turned now into only a high pitched whimper. Her body was still fully electrified from her first two orgasms and she could feel a third peak rapidly approaching. She thought about trying to escape, but she felt helpless... pinned to the bed by his strong hands and his hard, pounding cock. She didn't know if she could take any more, but his cock wouldn't stop ramming into her. She realized it didn't matter to him if she could take any more or not, over and over and over he kept driving it deep inside her pussy. A few seconds later, and she again lost all control. She came in another explosion of screams and squirting pussy juice. "Fuck me! Fuck ME! FFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK MEEEEEE!!!!!!" she screamed as her body again went tense all over and she came long and hard. "OOOOOHHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK! Steve watched as her eyes again rolled back and her body went tense all over. He rammed into her a few more strokes, then held himself deep inside as he felt her pussy spasm and the wet juices squirted up against him. It took all of his self-control not to come right then himself. He held back, wanting just a little more.... Waiting a couple of minutes until she once again calmed down, Steve pulled himself off of her and helped her to her feet. She was very unsteady as he led her over to her makeup table. He had her face the mirror behind the table, then pulled her arms behind her back and held them there with one arm. He wanted her to see herself the way he saw her. Knowing that it was supposed to be his fault - that he was MAKING her do these things – gave Steve a sense of power that he used to the full. "So you don't want me to fuck you anymore?" he asked her. He watched as she hesitated a few seconds, obviously confused about what she wanted. Finally, she shook her head no, but it was such a weak gesture that he could tell that she didn't mean it any more. "You don't think I should treat you like a slut?" he asked. Again, she shook her head no, ever so slightly... almost reluctantly. He slid his free hand up to her tits and squeezed them firmly. "Then why do you run around dressed like one with no bra all the time?" he asked her. Sandy tried to answer, but Steve didn't give her a chance. His hand had slid around in front of her then down onto her pussy, touching it for both of them to see in the reflection. "And I can tell you for sure, that no one but a dirty little slut would wear such a short wedding dress with no panties underneath." This time, she didn't even try to defend herself. She looked herself up and down in the mirror. She saw her swollen tits thrust out, her nipples very hard, and her bare pussy exposed to view. Her hair and makeup was a mess from the way she'd already been used by this young man. At the sight of herself, Sandy got even more turned on. That girl in the mirror definitely was looking like a slut... like one of those girls in the porn movies Steve liked to watch. If she was a man, she'd also be fucking that girl...Good and hard too, just the way she needed to get it... teaching this naughty little bride who was the boss. Steve pushed her forward a little more, letting go of her arms so that she could support herself on the dresser. He grabbed the bottom of her dress and pushed it up until it was now bunched around her waist, fully exposing her sexy ass. This was the first time he had seen her from behind, and he had to hold back a laugh at what he saw. She had a tattoo on her left ass cheek. It had originally said "Randy's Girl". However, "Randy" was crossed out, and written above it was "Mark's" which was also now crossed out. Written beside that, it read "Tom's" so that it now read "Tom's Girl". Steve thought how interesting it was to see blatantly displayed how his dad was only the most recent in a long line of men to claim that nice ass as his own... and now, here he was about to take his turn. He ran his hand over that tattoo gently. "You're not 'Randy's Girl' anymore, are you," he said softly. At first confused, Sandy quickly understood what he was saying. Her mind flashed back to her first husband. It was his idea for her to get the tattoo. "No," she said. "Not anymore." "Not 'Mark's Girl', either?" he asked. "No. Not his either," she said. Her second husband had demanded that she change the tattoo for him. "Are you my dad's girl... 'Tom's Girl'?" he went on. "Yes. I'm his now," she whispered quietly. This time it had been her idea to put Tom's name there. She remembered as she was having it done at the tattoo shop how embarrassed she was... imagining how the man doing the work must have thought that she had men taking numbers to have a turn with her. Steve suddenly raised his hand and slapped her ass nice and hard, right on that tattoo. He looked at her in the mirror, seeing her jump, then pushed her a little further forward and grabbed her by the hips with both hands. He slid his cock up against her pussy, just at the right height with those nice heels, and said to her, "If you're 'Tom's Girl', then how come I'm the one about to fuck you?" He pushed himself inside her, then gave her another slap in that same spot. "Looks like you're my girl now!" Sandy gasped as he entered her. He immediately started fucking her good and hard, ramming himself deep inside her pussy. The time for fucking slow... the time for her pleasure... those times were over. She could tell that now it was his time. This was going to be all about HIS pleasure. Steve pounded himself inside her, pulling her by the hips back onto his cock with each thrust. Every so often, he slapped her ass again. She wasn't an innocent young bride... she had decided to look like a slut, so it was time for her to get fucked like one. After a few minutes, Steve realized that he didn't need to force Sandy to fuck him. He loosened his grip a little and saw that she was pushing herself back against him all on her own. He watched her rock back into him, meeting every thrust. When it came to fucking, she knew what she was doing. His stepmom was definitely a good little fuck. He fucked her like that for a little while, but soon he could feel that his own orgasm was rapidly approaching. His balls were getting tight and he could feel his cock swell larger. He once again grabbed her hips, slapped her ass hard one last time, then began ramming her as hard as he could. He saw her looking at him in the mirror and he was about to say something, when she spoke first. "Come on," she urged him. "Do it. Give it to me good and hard. You know I deserve it... such a dirty little slut!" She leaned forward a little more and spread her legs a little wider, changing the angle just enough and spreading herself open a little wider so that her pussy was even more available for his pleasure. She turned her hands around and grabbed the edge of the dresser on either side of her body, ready now to take it as hard as he could give it to her. "Fuck it. Fuck that pussy. Fuck that pussy nice and hard!" Clear Conscience Her dirty, insistent urging pushed him over the edge. It was time. His pace changed and he now was intent on pounding her as hard as he could. Her ass shook and rippled with each thrust as he slid his cock nearly all the way out then rammed back inside. It didn't take much longer until, after a few even more rapid strokes, Steve threw his head back and let out a loud groan of pleasure. He rammed into her one last time and began spurting a huge load of cum deep inside of her. "FUUUCCCKKKK!" he groaned as spasm after spasm of erotic release shot out of his cock. He pounded into her again as each spurt of cum shot out, ramming her so hard that the makeup stand nearly tipped over as Sandy tried to hold herself steady against him. Sandy had felt his cock swell larger just before the end then felt the gush of hot liquid squirting up inside her. Her body trembled as one more orgasm shook her... not as strong as the ones before, but in some ways more satisfying as she felt his cock probing the deepest parts of her body. She looked back at him in the mirror as he came, fascinated by how contorted his face had become as he let loose his pent-up passion. She liked how he wasn't looking back at her... he was totally lost in his own pleasure. After the initial peak of orgasm, his eyes had shifted down and were intently focused on the pussy he had just fucked so well. Finally, he was done. Sandy let him hold himself inside her for another minute, then she slid free and turned around, dropping to her knees again in front of him. She took him in her mouth, slowly and gently sucking on his cock. She sucked him clean, licking everywhere to make sure that his cum and her own juices were all cleaned up. When she was done, she stayed on her knees but looked up at him. It was back to her old act now. "I am 'Tom's Girl'," she said softly. "You shouldn't have done this to me. What would your father say?" Then, she slid his cock into her mouth, sucking on him and feeling that hardness one more time. Pulling free, she stood up. As she did, she let her tits slide across his chest, wet with the sweat of their passion. She reached up and put a finger to her lips. "But I won't tell him," she said softly. "He doesn't need to know. It will be our secret... even when you make me do it again next time."