His to Take: Sweet Perversions of a Fatherless Daughter

Her hot body curved over his back, her inquisitive arms massaging and teasing his hips and torso lovingly.

“Please, Blair, stop.” “I beg you, please, stop.”

As the summer night’s melting heat sent incandescent perspiration around their bodies, melting them together, her hands pulled towards the border of his underwear.

“How much longer, Blair?” Peter tormented himself frantically while checking the time on his almost drained phone.

“Jesus Christ, I’m peeing.” “How do you manage to be so annoying all the time?” She shouts back at him.

“It’s only that we’ll miss the last bus.” He continues to dismiss her tone.

“I’ll be there!” She hastily got up, pulling her blue dress up over her red velvety leggings.

The bus had already left by the time they began rushing towards the station. They were so eager to go that they left their jackets and valuables in the washroom and had to come back in anguish after missing the connection.

Peter was furious. “Can’t you see? I told you this would happen. You had to bring me all the way out to the middle of nowhere for your crazy photos.”

Blair was unhappy with his tone. All she needed was to go away for a while — out from the city and its bustle, away from her clingy friends, and, most crucially, away from her bothersome stepmother.

Peter was only a bystander in all of this, a childhood pal who had always been just that. She felt bad about taking advantage of him in this way, but she needed someone’s company at times like this.

“Look, I’m sorry.” I promise I’ll make it up to you somehow.

“That’s what you usually say, Blair,” he added angrily.

They went across the beach, hoping to figure out where they were going to spend the night after missing the bus home. She’d lost her phone prior to this due to her reckless nature, and Peter’s battery was dead. They had to figure something out.

They ended up close to a run-down, sleazy small hotel while they strolled, spoke, and argued.

“Hey, maybe we can stay here tonight,” she said.

“Are you serious?”

“Blair, please… We should take our chances elsewhere.”

“This place looks creepy as fuck.”

“I’ve got you; come on,” she replies confidently, taking his hand in hers.

As they enter the property, the owner instantly spots them. As soon as she sees him, Blair runs to his desk.

“Hey, I think I need your help with something; can you help me around here?”

“Exactly, what do you mean?” The owner replies

“I have a problem that has to be addressed. Perhaps you can help a girl out?” she asked, smiling back and toying with her hair.

When their eyes locked, the middle-aged owner knew what was happening and told her to follow him.

“Please come this way. I’ve got exactly what you’re looking for,” he continued.

Blair goes right in front of Peter, assuring him she’ll be right back, as the owner leads her into one of the rooms.

“Blair?” a scared Peter shouts.

As they hurriedly departed the area and resumed their chat in a room on the next level, his comments went unheard.

She smiled as she closed the door behind her and looked at this middle-aged man, then asked him:

“Do you like games?” she doubts.

“What games?” Perplexed, he asks her again.

She asked once again as she spun around and lifted her skirt, exposing her almost nude figure:

“Do you like my bush?”

The man swallows, his gaze fixated on the nice little trimmed bush of this lovely young lady.

“There’s no doubt about that.”

“But what exactly are you doing?”

“Do you like it? Do you like my backside?”

“Absolutely,” he responded, leaning against the wall.

She then slowly undresses, revealing her virtually nude body to this middle-aged guy. She embraces his hand in hers, his strong palms resting on her nice round tits, and laughing as she pointed to her nearly erect nipples.

“Do you like it?” she asks, her cheeks bright with a smile.

“Sure, yeah, dammit it,” gasps the panicked guy, barely holding himself together.

He runs his hands along her body’s contours, his trembling fingers over her thighs, his hands down to her already moist vagina.

She immediately pushes him back as he crushes her against the wall and starts rubbing her with his left and stroking her breasts with the right hand.

“Enough,” she says loudly.

“What did you expect to happen?” she continues.

“Exactly what do you want?” As her fingers massaged his already firm cock, the man inquired, already aroused.

“I’d appreciate it if you could help us,” she says. “Please, kindly, give us room for tonight, and I’ll help you out. It appears that you have a problem here, mister,” she adds as she continues to work her fingers around his shaft.

“Oh, fuck, ok,” the man responds, cringing and bending down to unbuckle his pants.

She wrapped her hands around his shaft, kissed it carefully, then sucked and swallowed all of his cock. The man barely held on with his hands against the furniture as his agony could be heard through the nearly empty hotel walls.

His groans grew louder as her sucking became faster and stronger. When she sensed his climax, she pulled the erection from her mouth, climbed to his level, and begins stroking him ferociously in search of a hint.

“Oh my God,” he moans, “I can’t hold it any longer.”

Blair continues to giggle as he finishes his remarks and releases a massive amount of cum directly into the cups of her hand and leg, his eyes filled with guilt for his conduct.

“That’s a lot of cum, mister.” She asks about the man, now out of breath as a consequence of the event and struggling to recover from his disgrace.

“Listen, I’ll take care of this, and I’ll see you in the morning,” she says, wiping her hands while piercing him with her eyes. “I don’t want anyone to bother me till that time. You get that?”

“Yes,” he says quickly, “Thank you, I.. “ as he walks out of the room, embarrassed, having blasted his sperm into this young woman’s hands.

Blair and Peter shared the only bed available as the day turned to night, and since the night was hot, Peter got up for a drink of water. He was clearly ecstatic, simply thinking about Blair’s previous deeds and the man who used her lips only hours ago. Her desire to sell herself to any man who would give her attention was awakening something new in him.

Blair had her own issues, and he developed feelings for her but never expressed them. They’d known each other since childhood, and he was terrified of doing anything that might cause her to leave.

He felt Blair’s body wrap around himself as he rose up and gazed into the nothingness of the tiny fridge, considering whether going for a drink was the best decision. Her hot body and tits curved over his back, her inquisitive arms massaging and teasing his hips and torso lovingly.

“Please, Blair, stop. I beg you, please, stop.”

As the summer night’s melting heat sent incandescent perspiration around their bodies, melting them together, her hands pulled towards the border of his underwear.

He hadn’t anticipated her right hand gripping his balls and excitedly measuring his penis the night before. He was only there to be a friend. He had never considered her in this light before.

“What are you doing, Blair?”

“Didn’t I promise you I’d make it up to you?”

She began massaging his erection with her right hand as she completed her statement, while also gripping his chest with the other wrapped around his neck and kissed the back of his left shoulder.

Stroking his cock made her feel liberated and at ease, as if she’d done it before, despite the reality that this was the first time these lifelong friends had done anything similar.

She urged him to lie down and hold himself onto his knees, his legs wide apart, while she did the same, supporting him from behind, while her motions increased faster and his groans became louder. Masturbating him frantically till he gave a sign and thrust himself back over her chest, spewing flowers and thick, luscious sperm all over the floor.

She grabbed his cock and began kissing it, a dab of semen sitting in the cup of her palm as she sampled her friend’s sweet nectar before fully cleaning and sucking him dry.

They shared a passionate first kiss, with a little bit of his seed remaining in the corner of her lips as she tasted it. Her kisses made their way down to his neck, then to his chest.

“I, Blair..” he tried to say.

“Don’t,” she said quietly, laying her palm on his mouth and wiping a little spit and cum off her lips before taking it all in.

“Mmm, you’re so tasty,” she murmured. “We both know it’s been a long time coming, Peter.” This was her thought as she rested her adorable tiny head on his chest, both naked on the floor, captivated by the moment.

“But, Blair, I…”

“Shhh, relax now before you spoil it.”

In the middle of the night, Peter awakened alone, wondering what had happened to Blair, and as he rose up, he heard people shouting loudly in the hotel corridor. Blair was shouting and threatening to call the cops if he didn’t release her.

“We’ll go anytime we want; you got that?” She shouted and slammed the door behind her as she entered the room.

“Hi,” she muttered, preparing to kiss Peter when she observed his surprise.

“I got us some drinks since I assumed you’d need it after all that, big man,” she joked.

“What was that?” he said, astonished and perplexed.

“Oh no, I only asked for a drink, and since I gave him a handjob, he thinks he owns me or something. Don’t worry, we’ll stay a little longer before we leave, okay? This place is horrible, anyway,” she said as she swallowed a hefty sip of vodka.

She pushed his body on the bed and quickly undressed him as he was already almost naked, exposing his now awake cock as she offered him some, and he eagerly took a sip in the confusion.

“Now fuck me as you always wanted,” she urged, her hands pressing on his chest.

“Wait a minute, Blair… I can’t.. We simply cannot do it. We’ve known each other since we were kids.”

“That’s the thing, stupid,” she laughed, opening her cunt lips and slowly wrapping them around his manhood.

Blair wrapped her lips over his cock, kissing its head and taking it all in, despite the fact that it was very large for such a thin young man. Peter felt an overwhelming want to explode all over her lovely little face as her wet lips pressed harder and tighter around his member, her tongue caressed his shaft, and her hands worked magic around his balls.

“I can’t believe I’ve had this thing so close to me all along,” she commented, her lips softening to take in her friend’s cock.

The developing circumstances astonished Peter, but he was also relishing every moment, nearly pinching himself to be sure it was all true.

“Oh God!” He exclaimed, as though awakened from a long sleep and eager to assume command.

Blair immediately came to a halt and drew back, shouting, “No! You’re not going to cum until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“What?” His befuddled mind murmured

Blair went into action, spinning her nude body and clamping her fingers around him, commanding, “Now be a man and fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you possibly can or desire. Hurt me. Fuck me!”

“Hurt me good!” She said as she was almost spitting in his face, slapping him with her open hand.

Peter seized her hand in mid-air and twisted her into a locked position, his hand at her back, her abdomen on the surface of the bed, while his other hand squeezed the back of her neck. He shouted as his legs spread her legs farther and let go of her neck while explored her flowing, moist body with the same hand:

“You filthy whore! I’ve been waiting for this my entire life. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk for days,” he said. Given the thickness and length of his cock, he was realistic.

“Fuck you.”, “Hurt me!” Blair yelled in anguish, “Do whatever the fuck you want to do to me, just do it!”

As he began to pump her from behind, his motions became entwined with hers, squeezing her ass with one hand and her waist with the other.

She screamed as his hand slapped her buttocks hard.

“Hit me again.” She gave the order, and he carried on.

“Again, again, harder, please.” She screamed as the man barely held on while deeply fucking her, demolishing her sore pussy, and spanking her until her ass was bright red.

He halted and released his load all over her belly and near her neck, pulling her around in the act, landing her on her back, fiercely fucking her pussy with his fingers and stroking her clit with his thumb while caringly kissing her.

Blair screamed in beautiful agony as she opened her eyes wide and clenched her fingernails hard into his chest. Her scream was loud and deep, and when it changed into a violent cry, she pitted her lip, attempting to kiss him as he drew his body deep into hers.

“Oh, my God!”

Peter let out his cock, pounding deep into his friend’s pussy’s walls and stretching her out in sweet ecstasy.

“What exactly did we just do?” He inquired.

“We fucked, you fool. Now hold me close.”

They could hear footsteps approaching the room in less than a minute before the door flung open and the owner roared at them, “Get the fuck out of my hotel! Who the heck do you think you’re bothering with all this noise and fuss for?”

Blair was amused by this and began laughing wildly while grabbing her belongings as they ran out of the motel virtually nude in broad daylight.

The two friends, now lovers, touched each other gently, holding each other close as they regained their breath away from the shady hotel, hoping to find peace and quiet somewhere near the street and the ocean.

For a brief period, the situation seemed serene, but a minute wasted is a moment lost, and Blair began sobbing bitterly, as if she were hurt or dying. She couldn’t say anything because her aches were most likely from another universe.

“I know why you brought me here, Blair. I understand your need to escape your stepmother.”, “I know she’s a nasty person who has already damaged you.” Peter stated this with anguish in his eyes and agony in his voice.

“Peter, you are everything I have. I have complete trust in you as the only person in the world. I know you’ll never leave me! Please! Since my father’s death, I’ve felt hollow. Peter, I don’t feel anything anymore! “ She cried and continued “I will not take another man, you’re the only guy in my life. Never leave me.” She sobbed even more, and Peter consoled her, caressing her shaking body without saying anything.

“Was this why you hung on last night?” He already knew the answer when he asked her.

“Yes. I didn’t want to return home. I didn’t want to face that monster of a woman. She murdered my father, Peter!”

“What are you talking about, Blair?”

“She killed him every day. That’s how people die, Peter, without love.”

“Love me, Peter!” She pleaded, her eyes bright with hope.

Blair was adrift in this world, like most other young woman or man. With no connection, significance, or love buried under the bad girl façade.

Peter sat for a time, holding back tears as this beautiful and broken young woman, of whom he had dreamed his whole adult life, became his. Was he ready to make such a promise? Was he worthy of her love? Was he making a huge mistake?

He took her hand in his, wiped her tears away, and passionately kissed her while mumbling something in her ear. This could not be heard, but it was critical because it prompted her to bloom like a flower in the August drought, clinging to hope and longing for rain, pleading for salvation.

“I adore you, Blair; I want to love just one woman for the rest of my life,” he says. Peter cradled her face in his hands.

“And I want to love all men as if they were one,” Blair added as he caressed her cheek with his palm. She smiled as she grabbed his hand in hers and walked to the bus stop.

They were both older than 20, but Blair stayed with her now-stepmother while Peter lived with his elder stepbrother. a wicked, vicious man.

Our lovers have both returned, and the last days of summer were sweltering. Blair wandered braless in a white t-shirt across the street to see Peter, her mind elsewhere.

She was crossing the street when she heard a terrible noise: brakes screeching, tires screaming, and a blinding, scorching glare at her legs as a black Dodge truck skidded to a stop only a few inches away, sparing her young life only moments from disaster.

“Are you crazy, girl?” A man shouts from inside the vehicle. He was Jack, Peter’s older brother, whom she had been trying to avoid the entire time.

“Look at what fell from the sky!” he remarked, his eyes welling up with wicked joy.

“Are you a fairy or a witch? It must be my lucky day, a hot young thing just dropping at my feet.” He carried on as if his suburban house were a palace and he a king. King of loosers perhaps.

“What a jerk,” she thought as she attempted everything she could to avoid him.

“If you’re here to visit my idiot brother, you’re out of luck; he’s not home but should be back soon, I think.” he continued, welcoming her inside his car and offering her a lift back to his house.

He was the tough one, the builder, the strong man. He was too much for her.

Every time she spoke with him, she had the impression that he was hearing her voice’s music rather than her words. He was a thug. But she wasn’t quite honest with herself, since she was constantly drawn to him by a bizarre cavewoman’s visceral attraction.

When they arrived home, he handed her a cool drink and promised Peter would be home soon. With nothing to do and the anxiety of being alone in the house with this man she reached for the phone and called Peter.

“Where are you?” she said gently so she wouldn’t be overheard. “You were meant to be here already; I’m at your house, and your brother is here,” she explained.

“Stepbrother, Blair” He corrected her. “I’m coming as soon as I can,” Peter said, “..but the train is late; there’s nothing I can do; I’ll be there.”

“All right, all right,” she said as she hung up the phone.

“So, what are you up to?” Jack said as he entered the living room half naked and holding a cold one.

“Please excuse me, but I’m as hot as fuck,” he said. “Don’t these final few days of summer feel insane?”

“I think you should know what a man looks like, anyway” he sneered.

“Aren’t you sick of that boy by now?” he questioned, approaching her and lightly touching her hips.

Blair was puzzled. She detested his guts and felt he was a savage, but she had to admit he had a manly body, and while he didn’t smell fancy and pleasant like his brother, she craved his manly scent.

“So what’s your plan here, buddy?” She took it all in, Jack a few inches away from her face. ”You wanna fuck your brother’s girlfriend right now?”

“Girlfriend? Wow. That’s fresh. You mean my worthless ass brother is your man?” He laughed as he caressed her chin.

Blair became enraged and attempted to smack his hand away, but she was unable to do so since he had already trapped her and pinned her against the wall.

“Oh, you dumb slut, we both know you want this,” he chuckled.

“Get off me, you animal,” she cried, but she didn’t fight back, as if she wanted to convey disgust while still expressing her desire for his hot body.

As they moved closer, each could feel the heat coming from the other’s body as the temperature rose.

He leaned in for a kiss as her hands touched his powerful chest for the first time, and she backed off, shouting, “No kissing! You can do everything you want to me,” she said, “..but you will never kiss my mouth.”

He laughed as he unbuckled his pants and pinned her to her knees.

“Now open that pretty little mouth; I’m going to fuck that gorgeous little face of yours instead” he stated as he whopped his big cock out of his jeans.

Blair was flabbergasted by the thickness and the texture of this guy’s cock. She knew they were step brothers, but this guy was on a different stage. She had no idea where to begin. Jack was already forcing himself over her mouth, attempting to penetrate her lovely little lips, so she did not have much time to think.

“You might have cleaned yourself before” she protested, for it was the end of August and the sweat gave his cock a terrible flavor, but this was no sensible man, no bargaining man, and certainly no chatterer.

Blair recalled why she loved Peter so much when his step brother’s palm banged into her face and then invaded her lips. There was no room for a metaphor. Peter would never have done something like this to her; in these situations, he was considerate, polite, and sensible. Peter would have cleaned himself beforehand and even asked permission first.

But when he pushed her against the wall, gripping her head, and plunged himself faster, deeper, and tighter into her face, she had to confess that there was this savage, primal hunger, and although she loved Peter, she sought and needed moments like this every now and again. Tears streamed down her wicked angelic face as she yearned for a filthy barbarian to bind her and screw her face in the most cruel of ways, for this was the only way she could ever feel anything again.

She could hardly hear him as his monster of a cock battered her head, but she could make out: “I’m going to cum on your slut little face” as he drove himself further than before and, perplexingly, unleashed himself deep into her mouth and throat.

She couldn’t keep it all in, and most of it rusted down her lips and into her hot, heaving chest. The door could be heard at this point, and Peter’s horrified figure could be seen slicing straight through her. What a sight she was, crumpled on the floor, her face crimson, her lips and mouth full of thick sperm streaming down her throat, adhering to her white t-shirt, mingling in with her transpitation, changing her into a vision of sexual passion and sorrow.

“No, Peter!” She hardly spoke, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Here’s a lesson for you, young man: never trust these bitches. I warned you that she wasn’t a respectable girl, and you now have evidence,” Jack laughed, pleased with his behavior. “I did it for you,” he continued.

But Peter didn’t listen; he took one more glance at the love of his life and turned himself invisible, as if he had never lived and was just a phantom of Blair’s mind.

Her frantic attempt to cope with her father’s death.

“Please, Peter, do not abandon me! Don’t abandon me, Peter!”

“….please!”

“I came in early to surprise you, and this is what I got?” shouted Peter, nauseated. “I can’t even look at you anymore,” he stated again. “Fuck you both, you deserve each other.”

Blair was crawling at his feet, staining his clothes with his step brother’s semen.

“Peter!” was all she could say as she yanked on his pants, attempting to come up to him, and urgently tried to clean her face from all the sperm, perspiration, and tears.

It was useless, and when she understood this, she gave up, sliding back to a sofa corner, her face pressed in her little hands, sobbing her heart out.

She could only repeat “Peter” again and over.

The heat was suffocating all around her, the sun didn’t shine, and she got a sense that time had stopped. She was in a broken state of self-hatred as she stood there, still and silent. She stayed despite not knowing why or for how long.

She felt arms pulling her up, a face near to hers, a mouth moving, and likely words being said to her, but she was unable to hear any of them. Peter snatched her up in his arms as soon as she awoke, rescuing her from the torment. She smiled, barely, unable to accept what she was witnessing as reality. She wished it were.

She just knew one thing for sure: she loved Peter, her best friend and defender. The only man she was ever going to trust for the rest of her life.

The last to go was hope.

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