Steps

cast:

Master

Mistress Kate--33, redhead, twice widowed, with one daughter and two stepdaughters

Amy--16, daughter of mistress, redhead

Natalie--16, stepdaughter of mistress, long blond curls

Kysa--18, step of mistress, black hair

       Bored, and more than a little horny, I padded into my home office, where my girlfriend was working on the computer. She giggled when I slipped my hands under her blouse and cupped her breasts. I grabbed her nipples between finger and thumb, pinching and lifting, just hard enough to get her attention.

       "Busy," I asked, poking her in the side with my erection, which had slipped out of my open robe. "I have some business that needs attending to."

       "Mmmm," she purred, rubbing against me. "You know I have to get this report out for the Wald account. If I don't, we might lose them, and we'd have a hell of a time getting the revenue back up."

       I started to pull away.

       "Hold on, though, dear. Just because I can't doesn't mean you won't get taken care of. You know that. The girls are just finishing their workout, so we should probably go check on them."

       She grinned wickedly, and I knew she would have something good in mind. I followed her into the workout room, where "the girls" were, indeed, just finishing. All three of them were scantily clad and glistening with sweat as they stretched. The ridiculously thin white cotton of their gym clothes was transparent where it clung to their lithe bodies, as it probably had been since they started the workout.

       "Oh, Kysa," I said to the full-figured raven haired eighteen-year-old touching her toes next to the treadmill. "What a shame I missed your workout today. I just love seeing you on the treadmill."

       She stood up, clearly unsure of what to say, and continued stretching, raising her arms above her head. I leered, unabashedly letting my eyes feast on her breasts, her thick nipples on full view. She was probably right not to say anything, as anything she said would likely get her in trouble.

       "Kysa, get back on the treadmill," Kate snapped, pleasing me to no end. "If your father wants to see you run, he will."

       "Yes, ma'am."

       Now, it's worth noting that I am not, in fact, Kysa's father. I fuck all four of the girls living in my house, and it would be wrong to fuck my daughters. It's just that three of them happen to call me father (or sometimes daddy). Kate calls me many things, but when it's time to be formal, she calls me Master. With a capital M. Kysa calls me father, because my partner (and girlfriend), Kate, is her step mother (Kate's first husband was a widower with two daughters; he tragically died, leaving Kate a considerable fortune), so it just seems appropriate. Natalie shares an identical relationship, while Amy is actually Kate's daughter, from her second husband.

       I suppose it's a rather arbitrary line, but that's what I want. Kate doesn't fuck Amy, either, for what it's worth. She fucks and molests Kysa and Natalie almost as much as I do, but Kate and Amy together would be wrong. She does, however, participate in Amy's frequent and severe punishments and torments, which more often than not have a very sexual bent.

       Kysa stepped back on to the treadmill, and fired it up again. It quickly spun up to a nice jogging speed, and I got treated to the sight I had wanted: Kysa's full, round breasts bouncing so tantalizingly; almost hypnotically. Soon, her face was set grimly, and she was flinching ever so slightly with each bounce. With size like that (38D, if I recall corectly) even breasts with an eighteen-year-old's firmness must hurt when bounced so roughly. A shame that she wasn't allowed to wear a sports bra.

       After a moment, I lost interest. No, that's not quite right--it's that there was more to see, and in a room with all four of my playthings, it's hard to stay focused without a plan. Especially with a throbbing hard on.

       I looked over at Natalie, whose white cotton thong and oh-so-short t-shirt were even wetter than Kysa's, as Natalie had just exited the continuous current pool. Her blonde, shoulder-length hair was slightly darker than normal, slicked back, and she stood, goose-bump covered arms at her sides, shivering. Her tiny little nipples were rock hard against the transparent fabric, and I knew that the cold she was feeling was painful. The water she had just exited was kept chilled; ice cold, in fact, and the feeling was compounded by the lack of a towel as she drip-dried.

       "You're looking quite tan, there, Natalie," I complimented her. "Turn around a bit there and let me see."

       Though far from boyish, her slim body was lithe, and I wasn't shy about eyeing her as I approached.

       "Oh, but you're so cold!" I feigned sympathy. "Come let me warm you up a bit."

       I opened my robe, and pulled her against my naked body. Her hard nipples pressed against my chest, and I gently pushed my crotch against hers.

       "Th-th-thank you, Daddy," she said, teeth chattering. I reached around and squeezed her firm little ass.

       Finally, I turned my attention to Amy, the tiny little red head. Her knees, elbows, and hands were red as well, and probably sore from the grueling gymnastics routine that she was required to run through every day. Her outfit, identical to the others, was the only one that was still dry, though it was barely less transparent for it.

       "Amy, drop and do the splits for me; your mother tells me that you're still not as limber as she would like."

       With a nod and a graceless smile, she spread her legs to the sides and lowered herself to the hard, abrasive rubber that Kate and I called a mat.

       "I see what she meant, there, Amy." I walked up beside her. "You're really not even all the way down."

       I roughly jammed two fingers between her crotch and the floor.

       "See?"

       "Yes, Daddy," she said.

       I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her straight down, then forward, until her face was nearly on the mat. Keeping one hand on her neck, I placed another on her ass, and ground her crotch down onto the rough black rubber.

       "Roll your hips, there, Amy," Kate called harshly.

       I let her up and helped her to her feet.

       "Thank you for the help, Daddy."

       "Okay, girls," announced Kate. "Go clean up and get ready for inspection. I'm busy this morning, so your father's going to be in charge today."

       She sauntered up to me as Kysa, Natalie, and Amy made their way to their large shared bedroom and whispered in my ear, "I think you should fuck Amy in the ass, dear. And make sure that it's in a challenging position for her; I'd like to see her more limber for you." She leaned closer and grabbed my cock with both hands. "And by the time you finish that, I'll have wrapped up the report, and we can find something "interesting" for all three of them."

       I grabbed her ass and pulled her close to me, kissing her deeply.

       By the time I made it to the girl's large shared room, all three had finished showering, and were drying off using the small hand towels we let them have. The size of the towels served a dual purpose, reminding them that they weren't worth real towels, and denying them the chance to cover up. I watched, taking in all the sights, as they finished up their grooming routines, brushed their hair, and placed their used towels and gym outfits in the laundry hamper.

       I cleared my throat, and the girls took their cue to line up in their standard greeting position. It was the same position they used many times a day: whenever they were waiting for a response or instructions from Kate or myself, whenever I walked into a room, when they were waiting for me to arrive (if my arrival was scheduled), and pretty much any time they weren't already on a task. They lined up in a row, each one setting their feet about one and a half shoulder widths apart--just barely close enough to keep balanced, if a bit precariously. They arched their backs, pushing their breasts forward and their buttocks back, then lifted their hands to their heads, fingers laced and elbows back, creating a lovely offering of flesh.

       Smiling, I laid out the items of my ceremony on a desk, and moved toward the girls. I ran my hands over each young body, caressing the curves, probing the delicateness, and cruelly pinching nipples, clits, and labia.

       I started in the middle with Natalie, and placed my hands on her developing breasts. I squeezed the taut cones, just enough to fill my hands. I pinched her little pink nipples, pulling her forward by them until she began staggering toward my chair. She walked awkardly, keeping her bottom out and her legs far wider than was comfortable.

       Sitting, I adjusted her naked form in front of me.

       "Crotch out," I said, picking up my tweezers, as she presented her sex to me.

       Her blonde pubic hair was groomed into a delicate little heart, a shape that Kate and I had selected one night after seeing a porn where the innocent little star (who couldn't have possibly been older than Natalie) had been tied down and had her pubic hair very painfully tweezed into the aesthetically pleasing shape before she was very thouroughly raped. We had such a great time re-creating that scene on the canvas of the hapless Natalie that we decided to continue the tradition for all such grooming.

       Outside of the heart shape, there were a few new sprouts, and I enthusiastically yanked them out, eliciting a charming mewling sound with each tug. Finally, there was nothing left but the wispy golden heart. I ran my fingers through it a couple of times, then down to her labia. I parted the pouty lips, admiring the lovely pink inside. Poking a finger in, I made sure she was wet (she, like the others, was always wet, a lovely benefit of the quasi-legal supplements I got from a doctor in europe), and lifted the finger to check the smell--a lovely and delicate scent. Reaching up, I wiped the finger on her upper lip, causing her to wrinkle her nose cutely. You'd think that as much pussy as I made them all eat, they'd get used to the smell, but I was so glad it still bothered them.

       "Around," I ordered, swapping the tweezers of my last task for the lube of the next.

       Knowing the routine, Natalie obliged, placing her feet the same shoulder-and-a-half width apart, and bending over. She grabbed her ankles and took a deep breath as I slathered lube on my fingers. Gently, I slipped a finger up to the second knuckle into her puckered rosy asshole.

       "Squeeze." I loved the way she obeyed, not just tightening her sphincter, but her buttocks as well, dimpling her firm cheeks.

       "Good." I carressed her ass with my free hand, enjoying the whipcord-under-silk that was the product of her rigid training regimen. "Now relax."

       I felt the relaxation in two steps; the intentional release, then, a half second later, the involuntary loosening. I slid a second finger in, and probed deeply. She strained to maintain her balance as I pushed deeper in, and managed to not make a single sound.

       I pulled the fingers out and inspected them. Though I knew her last enema had been before her workout, administered by Kate while I was still sleeping, she was still quite clean.

       "Nice," I said, coming to my feet. "Up you go, then. Clean me off there."

       I placed my fingers in her mouth, and enjoyed her tongue swirling around them. Once the lube was gone, I pulled them out with a popping sound, and considered for a moment drying them in her hair, but decided not to muss her shoulder length blonde curls.

       "Kysa," I called, wiping my hands on a towel. "Front and center, crotch out."

       As the voluptuous brunette presented herself to me, I reached up and grabbed her breasts, enjoying their heft in my hands. I squeezed them, and they bulged up, nearly spilling out of my hands. I rolled her thick nipples between my fingers, then pushed them down with my thumbs, burying them up to the nail in her large, light brown aereola.

       I sat then, and cupped her mons in my palm, pulling her crotch closer to me for her examination. Her dark pubic curls were thick, though neatly groomed into a large triangle that just barely fit under the thong panties we sometimes let her wear; a bush not unlike that of Sasha Grey, though a bit smaller. Picking up the tweezers, I swiftly checked her for strays, but found none. Uncontent with letting her off so easy, I grabbed a thick pinch of hair, and jerked roughly on it a couple of times.

       "Ah, Kysa," I said, smacking my other hand against her pussy, "perhaps it's time your mother and I helped you find a new style. We could have so much fun with this bush of yours."

       "Yes, Father," she said, formally; after all it was inspection time, which we like the girls to treat almost as formally as punishment time. "If you think so."

       I pushed my fingers into her full, dark lips, and deep into her wet cunt. It was hotter than usual, even for Kysa. I wondered what had gotten her so turned on today. So moist, her juices had a sweet smell, with just a tang of sweat from her earlier workout.

       "You need to be a bit more thourough at shower time," I said, wiping the juices on her upper lip. "I can smell a bit of your workout there."

       "Yes, Father."

       "Around you go, then."

       Obediently, she gracefully turned, spread, and grabbed her ankles. Re-lubing, I slid my finger in.

       "Squeeze," I said, and her well-trained asshole responded immediately, luxuriously milking my finger. Six years of training had paid off. Not that I had fucked her ass at twelve--she was only performing oral at that age--but on her twelfth birthday was when I had started training that virgin ass, just like I had on Amy's and Natalie's twelfth birthdays, four years ago.

       All three of my daughters had followed the same schedule: on their eleventh birthdays, I started requiring them to service me and Kate orally (except that Amy only felated me, and did not service her mother); at twelve, I started training their asses for my cock; their thirteenth birthdays saw me raping their virgin asses; finally, at fourteen each of them had had a gala bash where I used them in every hole.

       "Open."

       She relaxed her sphincter with practiced ease, and my second finger glided in. I enjoyed rolling my fingers around a bit, then slipped them out an perfunctorily inspected them. I knew that I wouldn't find anything, because since Natalie had started performing her own enemas in the morning, she had never been anything but immaculately clean for inspection.

       "Very good, Kysa."

       She smiled at the praise, and, as I got up, opened her mouth for my fingers. Her sucking was a bit more enthusiastic than that of Natalie, and soon I could feel no trace of the silicone based lube.

       "Amy," I said, patting Kysa's bottom as she moved to resume her place in line. "Your turn."

       As Amy positioned herself in front of me, I ran my hands through her paige-cut red hair. The band that had held it out of her face for her gymnastics practice was gone, and I tucked a loose strand behind her ear. I ran my hands across her nearly flat chest.

       "Still just like you were when you were twelve, girl," I said, then smacked first one, then the other little mound.

       She winced.

       Sitting, I ran my hand across her bare pussy. Of all my girls, Kate included, Amy was the only one I kept bare. Partly because her pubic hair was so sparse that it would barely be worth landscaping, and partly because, with her slim body, I enjoyed withholding from her the one thing that would make her feel womanly. Even her labia were girlish, the delicate inner lips completely hidden by the fat outer, just the very tip of her clit poking out.

       Still, there were a few new sprouts that I tweezed off, though they were not thick enough to cause her any real discomfort at the removal.

       Before checking her vagina, I cupped my hand and smacked her firmly several times, as I often liked. When I did slip a finger into her cunt, it came out damp and smelling of her sweet musk.

       "Delicious," I murmured, wiping it under her nose for her to savor.

       "Thank you, Father."

       "Bend over now."

       She complied, turning around and grabbing her widely spread ankles.

       I lubed up my fingers, slathering on more than I had used for her sisters, and roughly jammed the first one into her little hole. She let out a little squeak; she took after her mother in that she never did get used to my sodomy.

       "Squeeze."

       Though she did not have Kysa's expertise, her little grip on my finger was the tightest of the three.

       "Relax."

       She took a deep breath, and completely failed at loosening her asshole. She nearly always failed.

       "So tight, Amy." I probed with my second finger, and couldn't quite squeeze it in. "Put your hands flat on the floor."

       With her gymnastics training, she was the only one of the three who could do so. Her ass cheeks went a little tauter, and after a second, I felt her little orifice relax ever so slightly.

       I slipped the second finger in. Slowly, I pushed deeper, exerting more pressure until she could no longer hold her balance; her arm went forward to keep her from falling on her face.

       "Tsk, tsk." I pulled my fingers out and gestured for her to stand. I checked my fingers closely, but they were spotless. "We really need to practice; you didn't properly relax, and your balance needs work. Now open up."

       She desultorily cleaned my fingers.

       "Good." I handed her the tube of lubricant. "Get yourself nice and lubed up, then start some limbering exercises while I relax a bit."

       I left her at the desk, and pulled her sisters toward one of the very large beds. I had Natalie lie on her back with her head on the edge of the bed, and I took off my robe. I moved close to her and grabbed her breast.

       "You're going to rim me," I said to Natalie, smiling. "And I want plenty of enthusiasm, or I'll have to find another way to amuse myself with you."

       "Yes, daddy." Inspection was over, so it was back to the more casual address, at least until I changed my mind.

       All three of the girls knew that when I give a warning like that, the task at hand, no matter how unpleasant, should not be shirked; if I was unsatisfied, the consequences were always memorable.

       When I settled my ass over her face, then, Natalie's tongue immediately and forcefully slipped between my cheeks. I rubbed my balls on her little nose, then beckoned Kysa closer. She knelt, and I guided her face to my cock, which, despite my intimate tasks, had lost a bit of its rigidity.

       Without wasting a moment, she placed my cock in her mouth, grabbed my hips, and deftly swallowed. Within two seconds, her nose was pressed against my crotch. I grabbed her thick black pony tail, and she started bobbing her head enthusiasticaly, while Natalie pushed her tongue into my asshole. I reveled in the sensations, and glanced up at Amy. She was leaning slightly over the desk, and had two generously lubed fingers in her asshole. After a moment, she began her stretching again.

       Now that I was fully hard again, I pulled Kysa's face off my cock. "Use your tits," I instructed.

       Smiling, as usual, she wrapped her large breasts around me, and pressed them together. Slowly, she rubbed herself up and down as I watched Amy bend, twist, and spread so sinuously. Soon, I was ready, whether she was or not. I pushed Kysa on to the bed and instructed her and Natalie to masturbate while they watched me fuck Amy.

       "No cumming, though," I said. Orgasms needed to be earned.

       When I approached Amy, she stood up from her stretch and looked demurely at the floor. I took her by the hand and placed it on the desk; she'd need it for balance for what I had in mind for the first position.

       "Up on your toes," I demanded, grabbing her nipple and pulling her up until I was satisfied with the stretch of her calves. "Good. Now raise your leg toward the front. Higher. Now grab your ankle and keep that toe pointed as high as you can."

       I smacked her ass.

       "Keep up on tip toe. Do I have to get some motivation?"

       "No, Father," she said, straining to keep the position I had demanded, as I moved behind her.

       I pushed my cock into her ass, and she whimpered; I could see the side of her face, and it was set in a look of discomfort.

       "Okay," I said. "Come down off tip toe and bend your knee to fuck me. No forward motion, Amy; just move up and down, using your knee."

       She moaned softly, and I heard Kysa giggle. She was beginning to be nearly as much of a sadist as Kate. I liked that, but, even so, it was good that she was also a masochist; Kysa liked it almost as much when I hurt her as when I hurt Amy or Natalie.

       Amy worked herself up and down on my cock. Unfortunately, while I very much enjoyed the pain and awkwardness she was experiencing, this just wasn't a practical position for me to get off, so after a minute or two I told her to stop.

       I grabbed a small square pillow from the bed and dropped it on the floor for Amy's next position. Not that I wanted her to be comfortable, but I didn't want her to get a concussion.

       I guided her to a kneeling position, and stood in front of the pillow. When I pushed her head down onto the pillow, she got the idea, and flipped up into a headstand, supporting herself on her elbows and head. I grabbed her legs, and pushed one down in front of her, and one down behind. Nearly as lithely as a contortionist, she settled down into the position, with her toes just barely brushing the ground.

       I carefully pointed my erection downwards, straddled her, and pushed once more into her tight asshole. Amy moaned in discomfort as I began fucking her in earnest.

       Glancing over to the bed, I saw that Natalie and Kysa were getting along quite well. Natalie was sitting up against the head of the bed, legs wide open, stroking herself and not looking at anyting in particular. She might not get off on watching me fuck her step sister, but at least she was obeying me. Kysa, on the other hand, was laying face down, watching intently, her arm quivering underneath her with what was clearly furious movement. I smiled.

       "Natalie," I said, pulling out of Amy. "Come here and suck me for a minute. Kysa, grab that lube and apply some more to your sister."

       They both obeyed, though Kysa with more enthusiasm than Natalie. I grabbed a handfull of Natalie's curls and forced my cock into her throat. She hated deep throating almost as much as Amy hated anal, but that made it better.

       I returned to my position over Amy, and instructed Kysa and Natalie to help her stretch. Obligingly, they each took a leg in hand and pushed down, causing Amy to wail in pain as, at the same time, I jammed myself back into her.

       With her cries of pain, it didn't take me long to finish, shooting a load into her bowels.

       I pulled out and pulled Natalie's face onto my cock to clean me up, and just then, Kate came in.

       "Hello, love," she said brightly. "Oh, you fucked Amy already? I shouldn't have taken the time to change. Never mind though, it looks like it was great fun for both of you."

       She had indeed changed, and was now in one of her favorite weekend outfits--a black leather bustier and thigh high stockings with garters, with a leather tawse dangling from her hip. The bustier cupped her breasts nicely, lifting them up, but left her nipples bare. She had skipped panties, as she often did when she wore stockings and garters.

       "Kysa," she said, "do be a dear and clean up your sister there. I'm sure she wants to get up, but we can't have her dripping everywhere, can we?"

       With a look of revulsion on her face, Kysa knelt by her awkwardly contorted step sister, and started licking up and swallowing the frothy lube and semen from around Amy's ass. Kate and I knew that all three girls absolutely hated being made to service each other, so we made sure to make them often.

       Once Kate was satisfied that Amy was clean, she clapped her hands and ordered the girls to their greeting position. Kysa and Natalie jumped smartly to attention, and Amy staggered gingerly to her feet to join them. Any other time, I would enjoy punishing her for being so slow, but the pounding I had just given her earned her a slight reprieve.

       Still, it wasn't long before they were nicely lined up, legs wide, bottoms and bosoms lewdly displayed, and hands behind their head.

       "Very nice, girls," Kate said. "I assumed you all passed inspection?"

       I nodded.

       "At ease, then."

       They all slid one foot closer to the other, placing them a careful shoulder's width apart, straightened their backs to a more natural position, and lowered their hands, clasping them behind their backs.

       I wrapped my arm around Kate's shoulder and pulled her towards me, admiring our girls.

       "Well," she said, malice dripping from her tone, "what shall we do now?"