I Hate My Step-Sister Part 2

Despite the pain, somewhere inside me I felt a strange satisfaction – a happy feeling of catharsis, that this guy was subjecting my sister to this humiliation – not me. Once we switched back, that prissy little bitch would have to live the life she had always deserved.
The spanking had stopped, I realized. Ryan was now veritably lovingly fondling my ass cheeks. Boy, did that guy have an ass fantasy or what?
He roughly pushed me down on the floor before him, and stood up. He pulled his jeans down and I saw a tent in his boxers – but here’s the thing, it was tiny! I mean, it wasn’t a micropenis, but still! I was younger than him, and my dick was bigger than his!! It took a considerable amount of effort to stop smiling.
Ryan pulled his boxers down and out sprang the tiny pecker – I broke into a giggle.
“Something funny, bitch?”
“No, Master, nothing”, I said very seriously.
“Then suck on it. NOW.”
On what? I felt like asking him, but decided against it.
On my knees, I moved closer to him, and controlling my laughter, I swallowed his entire dick in one go. He started moaning instantly.
I slurped and licked and kissed his tiny dick, and in a matter of no time it started pulsating. And before I knew it, he ejaculated, over my face and hair. Once he was done, he wiped his dick on my lower lip and packed it back inside his pants.
“Oh baby, that felt so good.”
“I’m sure it did.”
He smiled. He picked up his phone, and started making his way out.
“But next time, baby, keep your panties on until I come. Or this video’s going on the internet.”
“Yes, sir.” I blew him a kiss as he left.
I collapsed on to the couch. I was exhausted. I was just realizing that the girl puts in so much more than the guy when it comes to sex – my pussy felt sore, my face felt wet and sticky.
I decided to go for a walk outside. Have an ice cream, may be.
I went up to my room, washed up and changed. It was fun – going through my sister’s underwear, her skirts, shorts and shirts.
I decided on a pair of blue shorts and a sleeveless green top. The shorts ended even before the middle of my thigh – they felt kinda sexy. I thought about wearing underwear but decided against it – putting on a bra was too much effort.
So I took some money and went out in the midday sun – it was really hot. I walked down to the ice cream parlour at the end of the road and ordered the one with chocolate chips in it. Surprisingly, I met our neighbour, Mr. Jackson, sitting alone and eating down on his vanilla.
“Hello Mr. J!!”
“Oh hi Evelyn, don’t you have college today?”
“No, I bunked today – thought of staying at home. So where’s the missus?”
“She’s at work today – I have a holiday. Today’s the day the founder of our company had passed away, so, we all got a holiday.”
“That’s nice.”
I walked up to the counter, took my ice cream, and went to sit down with him. i was pretty sure he was staring at my ass. His difficulty in keeping his eyes of my tits was also quite apparent. This was going to be interesting. I decided too put on a little show for him.
“So, how’s life?” I asked him as I began eating. He started saying something, but I wasn’t listening. I took the bottle of chocolate sauce and squeezed a more than generous amount into my cup. He stopped talking.
“You really seem to like chocolate.”
“Yeah, I love it. Please go on.”
He continued what a boring piece of shit! I took some ice cream in my spoon, and slowly squeezed it through my lips, allowing some sauce to stick to my chin. As I ate the first bite, I moaned, exclaiming how good the ice cream was. I could see him gulp.
We continued this way, him rambling on about some life story, and me seductively eating chocolate ice cream. By the time I finished, he was sweating! By golly I was good at this!
“You know, Mr J, this chocolate sauce is so good... so good!” I said as I took the bottle, opened my mouth and began squirting it down my throat.
I was careful enough to drop quite a lot on my neck and chin – some of it even covered the front of my top. I put the bottle down.
“Oh look, what I’ve done!” I giggled as I began scooping the sauce of my neck and sucking it off my fingers. Jackson had stopped talking a long while back, and was content with just staring.
“There’s some over there as well.”
“Where? Could you scoop it off, please?”
“Yeah sure.”
I felt him scoop some sauce off my chin – and as soon as he did so, I enveloped his finger in my mouth. I sucked hard on it and moaned. Jackson continued to stare.
I let his finger slide slowly out of my mouth.
“That was good. I guess I’ll be going, then.”
“Yeah. Hey, you’ll be alone, I guess. Why don’t you come and stay with me today? No one’s there at my place either.”
I smiled. Finally!!
“Sure thing, Mr J.”
So we walked down the road to his apartment. We entered his place in silence.
“Um, Mr. J could I get an extra top or something, you can see mine’s pretty dirty.”
“Yeah, her cupboard’s locked. And she has the keys, so, why don’t you just take – this?” he said, and he tossed me the shirt he was wearing. He looked pretty fit for a 42 year old guy.
“Why, thank you.”
I turned around and rook my top off. I didn’t need to look back, I knew he was staring at me. I was just going to wear the shirt when he hugged me from behind and began kissing my neck. His dick flt pretty big ...

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