Southern Spanking
“Now remember Kristal, keep the covers over your head at all times and do not leave my bedroom even once, until at least 5 am when my step dad goes to work. Got it?”
I nodded my head unenthusiastically and watched in slight envy as my best friend Tiana packed her ‘sleepover bag’ with lace panties, face wash, strange looking sex toys, and other random stuff. She just started dating one of the most popular guys in school and planned to spend the night at his place for the first time. He had a big house and parents that just seemed to come and go, without a care in the world. Even on weeknights.
Tiana, on the other hand, had a mother who was constantly away working and an extremely strict stepfather who watched over all the happenings in the household like a hawk. She would never be able to get away with sneaking out, without me. She wasn’t even allowed to put a lock on her bedroom door.
“I owe you big time Kristal!” She stated, as if she could read my mind. She delicately placed a bottle of her favorite perfume, that I gave her for her 18th birthday this year, into her bag. She zipped on a huge hoodie and pulled on some boots. But I saw underneath, she had on a scandalous little dress and no bra.
“Yeah, you’re right about that! You’re lucky your bed is so comfortable,” I joked, laying on my back and looking up at the ceiling. She still had a bunch of glow-in-the-dark stickers she had put up there ages ago.
Tiana checked the time on her phone. “Oooh, Trevor’s texting me. He parked outside down the street with no headlights, just like I asked.”
She giggled, ran a hand through her box braids and checked her makeup for the 100th time, and then blew a kiss to me.
“Later chica!”
I put a finger to my lips to shush her as she carefully opened her bedroom window and climbed out. Her bedroom was on the first floor of the house so there was no dramatic spiderman-style maneuvering to be done.
I waved her goodbye and quietly shut the window closed, flopping onto the bed. It was late, and I was genuinely tired. It didn’t take long for me to snuggle up under the pile of blankets and pillows, eventually dozing off.
I don’t know how many hours had passed when I awoke to the sound of a muffled voice outside. It sounded like Tiana’s stepdad talking on the phone.
I strained my neck to eavesdrop and could make out a bit of the conversation.
“Yeah honey, everyone’s asleep...Sure, I’ll check on them.”
I heard a door further down the hall open and then shut a minute later. Then, more footsteps. I was just throwing the blanket back over my head when Tiana’s bedroom door quietly swung open.
I expected it to close quickly, but that certainly didn’t happen.
“Honey, I’ll call you back...”
I think I literally stopped breathing for a second when a table lamp switched on, and a deep voice asked “who are you?”
I pretended not to hear, and buried myself a little deeper in the blankets. ‘Shit, Tiana is in sooo much trouble!’ I thought to myself.
“Hello? I’m talking to you. Last time I noticed, Tiana had braids in and not curls. Get out from under there right now.”
I begrudgingly pulled the sheets down and sat up. Tiana’s stepdad was a tall, large man with stern features. I was certainly regretting the whole thing, right about now.
“Oh hi, um...I’m Tiana’s friend. Krystal.”
“Uh-huh, okay...and where exactly is Tiana...Krystal?”
“She um, went out for a jog.” It was a pathetic attempt at a lie, but I’d never been any good at lying.
"Okay, now do you want to tell me where she actually is?”
I swallowed nervously and sighed. “She’s at her boyfriend’s house, and wanted me to pretend I was her for the night. But I can go, sorry for the trouble sir.”
But he didn’t respond right away. He was looking down, focusing on something that was clearly not my face.
I peeked down and noticed my breasts were nearly spilling out of Tiana’s tiny nightgown. I was 2 sizes thicker than her and it was pretty damn obvious.
Now it was my turn for my eyes to take a little trip themselves. They got lower and lower until I fixed my line of sight on Tiana’s stepdad’s crotch. A very large, and protruding erection threatened to break free.
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An hour later, I was convulsing and crying out as my third orgasm rippled through my body and pulsated in my thighs.
I was on my hands and knees taking Mr. Vincent’s 9-inch black pipe deep inside my pussy, while he gripped onto my huge tits and uttered profanities at me. The bed squeaked and knocked against the wall each time his crotch smashed against my thick, Latina ass.
Cum dripped down my thighs but he didn’t ease up on me for a second, making sure I took my punishment seriously.
“Who’s daddy’s lying slut?” He asked through clenched teeth, pounding my pussy roughly and thoroughly.
I didn’t answer quickly enough and my ass stung with a sharp spanking. Another spanking followed even as I cried out, “I am, sir!”
He flipped me over on my back and spread my legs wide, fucking my 18-year-old cunt deeply and roughly until he released the cum he’d been holding onto for over an hour. I sucked and swallowed that big black cock, taking the hot cum down my throat like a good slut.
He stuffed three fingers in me and finger fucked my soaking wet cunt until I had a squirting orgasm, surprising both of us. When he realized I could squirt, he briefly left the room and returned with a bottle of Viagra. I watched in amazement as his cock grew back to its fully erect state in seconds.
I eagerly got into my favorite position and spread open my legs, awaiting my next punishment.
