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It was bad enough that Laurel’s father had ejaculated into her unprotected pussy last night in front of her stepmother and Bethany.
But it was just too much when Laurel came down for breakfast the next morning and Annika told Laurel to apologise for cockteasing her father.
“What?” asked Laurel, barely able to believe it.
“You heard me,” said Annika. “Your behaviour with your father last night was completely inappropriate. What kind of girl cockteases her own father to the point that he actually cums in her pussy? Apologise right now, young lady.”
Laurel gaped at her. “I didn’t – it wasn’t…”
“I recall telling you to move your father’s cock out of the way before you sat in his lap,” said Annika, “but somehow it ended up in that slutty little twat of yours. How do you explain that?”
“He lifted me up…” Laurel began.
“I seem to recall you asking him to do that,” said Annika. “And I would think that if any self-respecting young woman felt their own father’s cock in their pussy, they would immediately move and get up. But not you, apparently. Apologise to your father.”
Her father Stephen was watching all this silently.
Laurel felt rage rise within her. She had been abused and humiliated by Annika. She had been forced to expose her body to her father. Her wardrobe had been changed and she had been forced to become a slutty cheerleader. But she drew the line at being forced to apologise for it.
“Fuck off,” she said. “Fuck off, both of you. You could get in trouble for this, you know? Looking at your daughter’s cunt? Putting your… putting your cock inside me, dad. You know it’s wrong. You won’t make me apologise for it. I’m done with this. I’m done with all of this.”
And with that she stormed away to her bedroom and slammed the door.
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She stayed there for more than half an hour, trembling with rage – and with fear. She had defied Annika – and Annika always seemed to find a way to make her regret it. She was tense now, waiting for Annika’s retribution, and every minute that no one came to punish her only deepened her anxiety.
When Annika finally did come, she didn’t bother to knock. She just opened Laurel’s door and walked in, leaving the door open behind her. And Laurel was taken aback, not just by the lack of respect for her privacy – but because Annika was nude.
There was not a scrap of clothing on her apart from her earrings and high heels. Her gorgeous bimbo tits and perfectly hairless cunt were on full display.
And more than that, there was something on her tits. Something wet and white.
Cum. It was the cum of Laurel’s father, spattered all over Annika’s perfect boobs. Annika didn’t seem at all concerned by it.
In one hand Annika held a phone, and in the other what looked like a deck of cards.
“Are you done with your little tantrum, Laurel?” she asked, sitting on Laurel’s bed next to her.
Laurel edged away from her. “Shouldn’t you put on some clothes?” she said. “Or… clean yourself up?”
“Why?” said Annika. “I’m not ashamed of my body. And as for this…” – she ran a finger through the cum on her tits, then lifted the finger to her lips and licked it – “… I think this makes me look pretty. Don’t you think it makes me look pretty?”
“No!” said Laurel. “It makes you look like… a whore. Only a disgusting slut would walk around nude with cum on her tits.”
Annika shrugged. “That’s a disappointing attitude,” she said. “But I want to show you something, Laurel.”
She took her phone and brought up a video, which she showed to Laurel.
It was from last night. Laurel sitting on her father’s lap, nude from the waist down, her father’s cock between her legs, visibly penetrating her fuckhole.
“You deserve to be raped,” said her father.
And Laurel replying, “Thank you, daddy,” and giggling, her face flushed with arousal.
And then Laurel suggesting – of her own volition – “We should do it again. I can do better”. Meaning that her father should lift her into the air by her tits while saying something degrading to her.
Laurel had suggested it because it would give her a chance to be lifted off her father’s dick, and not have it inside her. But the slutty look on her face made it seem like she was just eager to do more whorish things with her father.
And then Annika changed it to another video. Laurel at cheerleading practice, doing a handstand, her legs spread, no panties. Her cunt completely exposed to an audience of boys. And then Bethany climbing up, standing with a foot on Laurel’s cunt and her other foot on Kissandra’s, lifting her skirt to show her twat and proclaiming, “Yay for girls!”
Laurel felt her humiliation rising. She had known these videos existed but each time she saw them, she felt like more of a slut.
And then Annika was showing her something else. Instagram. And not just any Instagram – Annika was logged into Laurel’s account, using her credentials. She opened the “create post” window.
“Which one of these should we post, Laurel?” she asked. “To all of your friends? It’s your choice.”
“No!” objected Laurel. “Please, no! I’m sorry!”
“Or do you want to show them to the police?” asked Annika. “If you think the way your father is treating you is wrong, you can go to the cops. You can explain what you’re doing with your father in this video. If it’s so wrong, I’m sure they’ll arrest him. Do you want to do that?”
Laurel was lost for words. She tried to picture explaining how she had come to sit bare-cunted on her father’s lap, how her father’s dick had ended up inside her, why she hadn’t protested. Why she had actively encouraged him to lift her by her tits and degrade her.
“But if you don’t want to do that, then you need to take responsibility for your behaviour this morning,” said Annika. “Tell me how you acted this morning.”
Laurel took a deep breath. Annika was cruel, and had no care for normal standards of behaviour. She didn’t think Annika wanted to go to the police – but Laurel didn’t either. And she fully believed that Annika would happily post Laurel’s cheerleading practice to her Instagram account. And it wouldn’t end there. Annika would keep humiliating and degrading Laurel into Laurel gave her what she wanted.
“I acted like a bitch,” said Laurel, quietly. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s better,” said Annika. “Now, you are going to do three things to make up for that. The first is that you are going to go to your father and apologise for being a cocktease and a bitch. Be sure to explain why it happened and how disgusting you are. And you are going to hold his cock in your hand while you do that, and you are going to give him a kiss on the mouth afterwards. Can you do that?”
It was gross. Laurel didn’t want to. But… in the scheme of things, it was getting off easy.
“Yes,” she said.
“Good,” said Annika. “And the second is that we are going to work on your attitude with your friends. I can’t keep you away entirely from those bad influences you used to skate with. But maybe you can exhibit positive qualities around them. I have a plan for that, and you’re going to cooperate, aren’t you?”
This was much worse than simply holding her dad’s cock and kissing him. Her skater friends were horny, cruel and merciless. She didn’t want to be her new cheerleader self around them – let alone do whatever thing Annika wanted her to do. But again, she was trapped.
“Okay,” she said.
“And last,” said Annika, “seeing as you think my tits are so disgusting, you are going to clean them. With your tongue.”
Laurel drew back in horror. “But that’s…” she said.
“I don’t care what it is,” said Annika. “You will lick. Or we’ll share your recent exploits with the world.”
And so Laurel reluctantly leant in and began to lick her father’s cum off her stepmother’s giant bimbo tits.
It actually didn’t taste bad. A little salty. And Annika was wearing an intoxicating sweet perfume that seemed to enhance the taste. It left Laurel a little dizzy. She couldn’t believe she was licking her father’s sperm off a bimbo’s slutmelons. And she also couldn’t believe that her cunt was throbbing as she did it. Did she… like this? It was so wrong.
Annika made no secret that she was getting sexual pleasure from Laurel. She arched her back, pushing her tits forwards, and rolled her eyes back in her head.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Yes. Yes. That’s right. Good girl.”
When Laurel’s tongue flicked over Annika’s nipple, Annika reached up and grabbed Laurel’s hair, holding her in place, forcing Laurel to continue licking the nipple – and then, experimentally, suck on it.
Annika moaned louder, making Laurel blush. She held Laurel there for nearly two minutes as Laurel sucked, before letting her resume her cleaning task.
Laurel had been working on Annika’s left tit, and as she licked Annika did something with her hand – and after a moment, Laurel realised that Annika was stroking her cunt, and then moving her hand to her right breast to wipe her cunt honey onto her titflesh, mixing it with the cum.
And sure enough, when Laurel moved to the other tit, she was tasting a mixture of her father’s cum and her stepmother’s cunt juices. There was nothing she could do but lick, until the whole tit was clean.
When she was done, she pulled back – but Annika grabbed her hair again, and pulled her in, and kissed her on the mouth. She felt her stepmother’s tongue in her mouth.
“Good girl,” moaned Annika, when the kiss was complete. “Now go see your father.”
Laurel ran out of the room, heading for her father’s bedroom.
When she came in, her father looked at her, and said, “You are such a slut, Laurel.”
Laurel stopped, taken aback and shocked at this insult.
Her father furrowed his brow. “You’re supposed to smile,” he told her. “And thank me, remember? You’re practicing?”
He was talking about her cheerleader attitude training.
“Oh,” she said, “sorry. Thank you, daddy.”
“Let’s try again,” he said. “You’re such a brain-dead whore, Laurel.”
She did her best to keep a smile fixed on her face, and made a small giggle. “Thank you, daddy.”
Then she stepped forward. Had Annika told Stephen how she was going to make Laurel apologise? Was he expecting her to… touch his cock?
She opened her mouth – but how could she ask her father to expose his cock to her? What words could she say?
She decided instead to just be bold. She pulled the front of his track pants forward before he could react, and dipped her hand into them, worming beneath his underwear, finding his cock and taking a grip on it. It hardened in her hand, and her father gasped.
“I’m sorry I’m such a cocktease, dad,” Laurel said. “I’m sorry I let your cock go inside me last night. It happened because… I was being slutty and I couldn’t control myself. That wasn’t fair on you and I’m so sorry. And I’m sorry I was a bitch this morning. That wasn’t acceptable.”
Her father gasped, and his cock twitched in her hand.
“That’s okay, sweetie,” he said. “I forgive you.”
“Thank you, daddy,” said Laurel. And she stood on tiptoes and kissed her father on the lips, pushing her tongue into his mouth.
His cock twitched in her hands again, and his hips bucked, pumping his cock against her hand.
“It felt good,” he said, when the kiss was done. “Being inside you. You have a very fuckable cunt, Laurel.”
She kept her smile plastered on her face. “Thank you, daddy.”
And then she released his cock, and fled.
It was time to find out what Annika had in mind for her interactions with her friends.
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