Secret Awakening

It was my emotional servitude that had me submissively bowing to his desires. My wanting to be loved for more than just my flesh and to give myself wholly to one man who knew how to touch me was his true power. It was my driving desire to feel appreciated for the person of who I am that gave him his dominance over me. That emotional connection I so desperately craved that was so painfully absent in all the grubby fumblings I so frequently endured with all those boys that made me turn to him. After that first time on the couch I could feel the dynamics of the sexual tension between my friends father and myself change.

In this very subtle way the father was becoming so much more dominant and controlling trying to keep me to himself and creating opportunities to take advantage of my weaknesses.

HE was an AWAKENED BEAST!

A man realising his power over my weaknesses and of his sexual exploration. The feebleness of my wavering mind incapable of making any decisions for myself were made for me in this gently applied coercive way. My naivety being his canvas to create what he wanted and allowing us to bond and for me to serve.

A dormant master who had been patiently waiting for his submissive slave to become his obedient whore and his opportunity to realise this potential was in a much younger vulnerable girl who was myself. I knew little of what was to become of my future but I knew my future was going to be changed. It was my sexual enthusiasm and extreme vulnerability that excited him. My addictive nature to satisfy that made him take the risks needed to be taken and my natural promiscuous nature that unleashed what was to come.

I could feel the shift in the way he looked at me now. I could see the jealousy in his eyes when the other boys would touch me and I could feel his intimidating stares undress me when ever I walked into a room.

I didn't realise it at the time but I was the one who had the potential power of seductive control but like with so many others I willingly gave that up to follow and serve instead. My natural place has always been to submissively serve my Masters desires and since then I have had many Masters to serve.

I started to intentionally tease him wearing provocatively daring clothing around the house and sometimes making certain I was alone with him. It was these opportunities that he started to take the risks to enjoy my body. His wife would be in the television room cleaning with his daughter and son wandering around the house and suddenly I would feel his hands upon my breasts. In this tiny house the risks of getting caught were incredibly high but they were risks he was wanting to take.

The tank tops that I so often wore proved to be such a convenience for his attention. My braless breasts so temptingly displayed beneath the flimsiness of those tops made me feel so amazingly beautiful and desirable. The roundness of my sizeable breasts escaping the confines of my tops with some barely clinging onto the ends of my nipples. My supple soft breasts with my young pink nipples that he loved to suckle so much and for me it was the feeling of being accepted by someone I felt so emotionally attached to that made me feel so special.

It was these tops that made me his whore and especially after he had to endure watching my girlfriends older brother or his friends touch me in full view of his presence these were the times that made him become insanely possessive and dominant.

The second time I was alone with him there were many risks of being caught but his hysterical passion for physical gratification was far too powerful and sexually driven to enable him to behave in a reasonable manner.

It was a weekend around midday and I was feeling exceptionally excited and pleased about my acceptance with in the family feeling very comfortably settled in my position as the slut to these males of dominance.

I started spending more time with the boys because my girlfriends weekend job was taking up so much of her time and most of these times with the boys were being spent behind closed doors.

It felt like I was everyone's girlfriend and quite often some of the brothers friends would come over just to fuck me then leave. All this was seen by the mother and father but nothing was said or done to prevent it although this felt very normal to me because that’s how I was always treated despite where my mother took me or which school I attended.

I would reamerge from the room from behind the closed door after hours of sex with the brothers friends looking completely worn out and used with my hair a complete mess and smelling of sex then go into the kitchen to get something to eat and drink.

It was in the kitchen when I was taken by the father that afternoon with the boys still in the room of sex but the wife close by watching the television.

Like a corrupted angel I was standing alone at the kitchen bench making myself a drink feeling very satisfied about the marathon sex session I have just had with two of the brothers friends in the bedroom. I always felt so guilty afterwards but sexually ecstatic and so vibrantly alive as I continued to ride on the crest from the satisfaction of knowing how much pleasure I brought to the boys who used me.

Feeling high on the emotion of pleasure I distinctly remember that smell of sex draped over my body feeling like a perfume of lust was hovering over me and acting as an open invitation for more. I could see in the reflection of the kitchen window my long blonde hair dangling down and ruffled with my smudged lippy smeared over my lips. My shoe string strapped cropped tank top loosely clinging onto my breasts and my tiny little waist completely naked.

I really didn't expect to see anyone in the house because I only snuck out of the room to quickly get myself a drink so I just had these tiny little white cotton panties on that were pulled up high looking more like a G-string. I loved these panties because they hugged my perfectly moulded pussy mound displaying every detail with perfection.

The father came into the kitchen from the television room and stood close behind me. I could see him behind me from the reflection in the window looking almost angry. His expression was of jealousy and disgusted judgement of me and he accused me of whoring myself. I humbly accepted his judgement and hanging my head low I placed my hands upon the edge of the kitchen bench waiting for my punishment. My back arched and my ass protruding with my legs slightly apart I stood there motionless for several minutes in this submissively accessible position.

I knew he liked me in this way and had fondled my breasts several times before from behind as I stood like this for him and that's what I was expecting again this time.

He stood right up against me from behind his arms over mine and towering over me in this dominant position of sheer power. His head pressed against the side of mine and as he smelt the sex still thickly evident in my hair he told me in this low gravelly tone of distained judgement of his disgust in my seductively arousing behaviour.

He told me it was my fault that he had an erection and continued to blame me for his obsession of my pussy. I could feel his hardness pressed up against my pussy slit from behind with the only thing stopping him from entering me was the extremely thin cum soaked veil of the ultra thin cotton panties I was wearing.

I stayed there in that position frozen from a mixture of excitement and fear and acutely aware of the risks that were being taken.

Any second his wife could come into the room or the boys could have easily come into the kitchen from their room only meters away but the fathers obsession was too a powerful addiction for him to stop.

I braced myself against the edge of the kitchen bench with my hands and lifted my feet coming up onto my tippy toes as I felt him slide himself into me from behind. I stayed silent as he rammed his cock inside me making me buck up against the edge of the kitchen bench. His hands clenched over mine with the full force of his body pressed up against mine and crushing me beneath him. His breathing sounding so laboured and sporadic and I could tell he had lost control of his physical actions.

He fucked me in these slow deliberate silent thrusts making certain he slid the full length of himself deep into my slutty wetness. This mixture of cum dripping down the inside of my thighs as he slid himself in and out of my stretched sloppiness and clutching onto my breasts from behind like a man in desperation.

Then in this twisted contorted spasm of release that came only seconds after he had entered me from behind he connected only with his cock leaning backwards and holding me by the hips I could feel his seed being pumped deep inside me like he was releasing his sperm to try and impregnate his dirty whore.

It was as if he had already been fucking me in his mind the whole time I had been having sex in the room and he was only finishing himself in the flesh with the only opportunity he had in a moment of weakness.

Once he had finished fully emptying himself inside me he stood back from me and told me once again what a teasing little whore I was then just disappeared leaving me there in the kitchen with cum dripping down my inner thighs and my legs shaking from the intensity of the silent orgasm I had just experienced.

It was his true power over me that I loved with that confidence to take me as he wanted and be willing to risk everything. I was truly his to own and it was so raw and commandingly manly I simply couldn't stop it from happening nor did I want to stop him.

I took my drink back to the room and minutes later I was flat on my back upon the mattress with one of the grubby boys inside me again with my thoughts still lingering from only moments before.