My Stepsister’s Anal Preparation

Alexa summoned me to the otherwise empty apartment, her voice low and husky over the phone. I arrived to find her dressed in a black lace body stocking, her pink anus visible through the opening in the back. She had planned meticulously, as always.

“Fasten this ball gag and clip my wrists to the spreader bar,” she instructed, her eyes locked on mine. “Make me ready with your tongue. I expect to be well prepared.”

I swallowed hard, my penis hardening into a rod of steel at her words. I followed her instructions, my tongue probing her anal opening until it was open and her cunt was dripping. I used coconut oil to lubricate her, but her sphincter was still tight.

I fingerbanged her rectum cautiously, then got more vigorous when she was accommodating two fingers. When she was ready, I brought my well-oiled and stiffened pecker into play. I pushed hard into her ring of muscle, feeling the sounds she made past the ball gag were almost terrifying.

But she had said nothing was to stop me from entering her fully, and I remembered her eyes when she said it. I wished I could see them now, but I was too caught up in the moment.

“Does it please you, my Mistress?” I asked, grunting with effort as I thrust deeper into her.

“UUUuuuuunnnkk!” was her response, her face slamming down onto the mattress as I flexed my groin muscle and my cock swelled a small bit more.

I pulled out, then rammed forward into her, feeling the inside of her electric. Her sounds made my head spin, and the sight of her splayed face down and ass up in the black lace bodystockinged was overwhelming.

Without consulting my brain, my body decided to rush the onset of my impending orgasm, and my hips began to buck forward into the waiting orifice of my lace-ensconced mistress.

“You’ve debased and defiled me,” she growled, her voice husky and full of passion, as I released a hail of white bullets in rapid fire like a machine gun.

“Be gone,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction, as I eased my cock out of her asshole and collapsed onto the mattress.

I stared at the Dean’s office door, a sense of dread washing over me as he called my name. I took a deep breath and stood up, smoothing out my clothes as I walked towards his desk.

The Dean’s eyes were cold and unforgiving as he slid a stack of photos across the desk. My heart sank as I recognized myself in the images, blindfolded and naked, my body contorted in pleasure. The faces of the girls had been blacked out, but I knew the bodies. It was like they were saying, ‘You’re one of us.’

“These are all over the school,” the Dean said, his voice devoid of emotion. “Someone made a lot of copies. I assume you know what they are of.”

I felt a burning in my face and a freezing in my guts as I looked at the pictures. I had always been careful, always made sure to cover my tracks. But somehow, someone had found out. I felt like I was going to be sick.

The Dean leaned forward, his eyes piercing. “I’m afraid I have to recommend expulsion. I have already spoken with your parents. They agree and they are on their way to get you.”

I felt like I was in a dream, like this was all just a bad dream that I would wake up from. But deep down, I knew it was real. I had been caught.

I nodded silently as the Dean handed me a folder filled with more pictures. I didn’t dare look inside, but I could sense the darkness emanating from them.

“I will walk you to your dorm room,” the Dean said. “You will need to stay there until your parents arrive. Do not talk to anyone. Just prepare your things.”

I trailed behind the Dean, my mind reeling with thoughts of how this had happened. Who had taken those pictures? And why had they chosen to target me?

As we walked back to my dorm room, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. At least I would have some time to gather my thoughts before my parents arrived.

But as I stepped inside my room, I was met with a surprise. Alexa was standing in the middle of the room, her eyes blazing with fury.

“Those goddamned bitches,” she spat. “It’s all over the school and you’re the only one being blamed.”

I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at her. She was seething, her body tense with anger.

“Listen to me very carefully,” she said, her voice low and urgent. “You will need to make a decision and you will need to make it this instant.”

I swallowed hard, trying to process what she was saying. But before I could respond, she took my face in her hands and looked deep into my eyes.

“I love you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I love you and I will take you away from here. If you want me to.”

I felt a surge of emotions run through me. Fear, relief, hope. I didn’t know what to do.

“Trust me and believe me,” she said. “You are mine and I will take care of you.”

I nodded slowly, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. I knew I could trust her.

“We can leave for New York right now,” she said. “I have my car. You don’t have to see or talk to anyone. We can just put this place behind us. I will take care of you. Do you want that?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, feeling a sense of surrender wash over me.

She drew me in and kissed me gently, her lips soft and reassuring.

“Gather only what you need most,” she said. “We will send for the rest of your belongings later. Leave all this behind.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of liberation wash over me. I packed quickly, taking only a few sentimental items and some incriminating evidence. I was ready to leave it all behind.

We drove north, the city skyline looming in the distance. I felt a sense of excitement and fear as I looked at Alexa, my heart pounding in my chest.

“They don’t deserve you,” she said, her voice filled with conviction.

I nodded, feeling a sense of agreement. They didn’t deserve me, and they certainly didn’t deserve Alexa.

We stopped at a gas station, and she got a bottle of wine. We drank it quickly, the liquid burning down my throat.

“Not one of them tried to help you or stick up for you,” she said, her voice filled with anger. “They let you hang for all their sick misdeeds.”

“Heather? Kelly? Jaim?” I asked, feeling a sense of betrayal.

“Fucking bitches,” she spat. “I hope they die in a fire.”

I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at her, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I was safe with her.

“K-K-Katie?” I asked, feeling a sense of confusion.

“I think she spread the photos,” Alexa said, her voice cold and detached. “Fucking cunt.”

I felt a wave of grief wash over me as I thought about my former friends. I had trusted them, and they had betrayed me.

I cried for two hours, my body shaking with sobs. But as I looked at Alexa, I knew I was safe. I was with someone who loved me, someone who would take care of me.

As the sun began to set, I finally fell asleep, my body exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster. I knew I had made the right decision, leaving behind the toxic relationships and the memories that haunted me.

I was ready to start anew, with Alexa by my side.