His Dirty Girl ULTIMATE SUPER MEGA BUNDLE (Collection of TWENTY Taboo Tales) (Box Set of Erotica)

by Sarah Sethline

  For 35 years I'd been blissfully ignorant when it came to sex, but damn, did I learn fast. It was every bit as good as they say it is, and more. When I learned my wife was knocked up, it added an element of taboo that turned me on even more; lying there, on top of Karen, poking my future daughter with my fuck stick!

  Unfortunately, Karen took to my parents a little too much, and after just a few months of fucking, they had her convinced that sex for pleasure was somehow "dirty" and "wrong". Her pussy's purpose was to one day deliver a baby, not to get repeatedly rammed by her horny husband.

  As a result, Karen stopped letting me slam my cock against her hot, wet, already-occupied womb; she wouldn't allow me to switch to her ass, and she refused to give me a mere blow job. In one fell swoop, my sex life was over, before it really even began.

  I tried to fight her on this -- I really did. I told Karen it was a man's right to sink his cock into his wife's pussy after a long, tough, grueling day's work. It'd been scientifically proven that I have "needs".

  None of this mattered to my so-called partner in life. It was a woman's right, claimed Karen, not to have her "temple" disrupted during pregnancy. The baby -- not her husband's cock -- is what she needed to focus on growing.

  And so, I relented. Anxious as I was to batter her insides with my rod, I didn't want to cause my wife any stress, not in her delicate state. Secretly I was holding out that her hormones would kick in and she'd later be begging me to fuck her senseless.

  That, of course, never happened, and it was around her seventh month of pregnancy that the frustration of not having a REAL pussy to release into hit home. I'd been taking matters into my own hands for months, and now, suddenly, the urge was growing even more intense.

  I blame this mostly on the titillating transformation of my wife's fuller figure. Pregnancy was doing things to her formerly petite body that left me entrapped. Seeing her form jut out with new and dramatic curves, it was as if I were in love with an entirely different woman. Her tight, round, full tummy made for such a sensual contrast to the void formerly occupying its place. God, how I ached to grab onto that giant beach ball of hers and fuck her from behind...

  Karen's tits -- which prior to her pregnancy were a modest 'B' -- had gradually swelled to a dick-hardening double D. If THIS is what being "with child" did to a woman's breasts, I wanted my woman to be pregnant all the time, like a cow...

  Watching my wife waddle around the nursery in her slinky maternity garb, getting it ready for our bundle of joy... I went berserk. I jacked up the frequency of my jacking off even more, my usual pornographic visuals replaced by images of my wife's big fat breasts bouncing and shaking as I fucked her, hands going crazy feeling up her huge, swollen belly.

  Karen started to complain that she hardly ever saw me anymore, and she was right. Every and any chance I got, I was sequestered away somewhere, furiously beating off to pictures of her beautiful new shape. (You know those "Week 22, Week 28" photos that pregnant chicks love to take? That's prime wank-off material right there).

  I may not have been able to fuck the mother-to-be directly, but things were going pretty well nonetheless. That is, until something truly terrible happened -- Karen didn't survive the birth of her daughter. I thought fatalities in childbirth were a thing of the past, but no -- they still happened.

  I was crushed. Sure, being denied sex by my own wife for the last several months had left me pretty fucking annoyed, but I still loved her. I wasn't quite sure I was ready to take on the responsibility of raising her daughter, Samantha -- Sammy for short -- on my own, so I hired a top-dollar nanny to do it for me.

  ***************

  I swear the woman I hired to look after Sammy was sent by Disney. A British ex-pat, Nancy was kind yet conservative, firm but fair. Not only did she take care of my daughter, she educated her entirely from home as well, ensuring that my little girl grew up safe and protected from the big, bad world. She was a spoonful of sugar away from being Mary-fucking-Poppins, which was great for Sammy, of course, but even better for me.

  With my stepdaughter's care squarely squared away, I was able to commit myself mind, body and soul to winning ALL the ribbons in the "rat race". I spent time with Sammy here and there -- whenever I didn't have a convention or dinner party or business trip to attend to -- but for the most part, I barely noticed I had a daughter. That is, until she turned 18...

  I blame Todd, a horny coworker, for putting impure thoughts of my daughter in my head in the first place. We were shooting the shit as usual during our break one day when he relayed to me something he'd read in one of those trashy checkout line tabloids. "WOMAN STATES SHE DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS PREGNANT; CLAIMS VIRGINITY" was the headline.

  "Nine months knocked up, and claiming to be a virgin! That's just wild!!" exclaimed Todd.

  "Who does she think she is -- Mary?!"

  Mmmm, Mary... I couldn't help but muse. Lady was a classic example of how divinely hot a woman could look heavy with child.

  And the fact that she'd had her belly filled without having her pussy filled, also? The prospect was enough to drive me near feral.

  Oh, how I wished I could somehow replicate Mary's state, "a pregnant virgin"...

  And then I remembered -- I could.

  I had my very own fertile virgin living at home, one who was the spitting image of my wife, Karen! I'd always been secretly jealous it wasn't MY seed that had made Karen's belly grow... and now, sitting here thinking about how satisfying it would be to remedy that fate by inseminating my sweet little Sammy, well... I knew what I needed to do.

  I needed to retire. Resign from my time-consuming day job so I'd be able to switch my focus to my new passion in life -- impregnating a virgin. And not just any virgin; she had to be naive, and convenient... she had to be my daughter.

  ***************

  Now knocking up my daughter wasn't a notion I took lightly -- I made sure to mull it over amidst many solo sessions with my hand. I even figured out how I'd be able to keep the "virgin" part of the equation intact... If I didn't perforate my daughter's cherry then, physically, it'd be like she'd never fucked.

  It was going to take great restraint, for sure, to refrain from plowing into my daughter's pussy and ripping that hymen to shreds. If I could hold off until after I'd successfully implanted my seed deep inside, however, I knew the rewards would be great.

  I decided to share the good news with Sammy over breakfast one day. Not that I planned to turn her into a pregnant virgin, mind you, but rather, that I was now free from the shackles of my job. My newfound freedom would allow for plenty of "quality time" together...

  When I heard her skipping down the stairs, my cock lurched in my pants and my heart about jumped in my throat. She entered the kitchen and, from that moment, I was seeing her in a whole different light. No longer was she "my baby", but the fuckable fertile virgin I wanted to carry my baby!

  "Uh... hi, Daddy," she greeted me, sounding surprised.

  "Aren't you late for work? And, ah... where's Nancy?"

  "Pull up a chair and I'll tell you, Pumpkin," I replied.

  My daughter dutifully sat down, her little breasts bouncing ever so slightly as she did. I poured her a cup of coffee and slid it her way, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. I hadn't ever let her have even a can of soda growing up.

  "You're a young woman now, Sammy -- I can tell by how you've filled out..."

  My daughter's eyes followed mine down her chest. She looked puzzled.

  "... So I let Nancy go," I continued.

  "You don't need her anymore now that you've, ah... matured. Plus, she'd only really get in the way now that I'm retired, don't you think?"

  I watched as my little girl lit up like a Christmas tree and began to wriggle all over.

  "Does this mean we'll finally get to spend more time together, just me and you??"

  The fact that my daughter was getting so excited was getting me excited. Just, uh... in a different way.

  "That's right, Pr
incess," I said, reaching out to stroke her soft, sexy leg.

  "From now on, I'm gonna be all yours."

  And, more importantly, she would be ALLLL mine!

  "Awesome, Daddy! I always hated the long hours you put in at your job, but now that there's no job to speak of... Ohmigosh, we have SO much time to make up for!!"

  Sammy got up and threw her arms around me, her perky, round, youthful little tits pressing into my tight torso. I slowly peeled her away before she could notice the raging bulge her embrace had erected.

  "I'm glad you're glad, sweetie. In fact, why don't we start making up for lost time right away. Why don't I take you shopping after you finish your pancakes?"

  "Like, at the MALL, Daddy?" inquired my hot, sweet princess.

  I'd only allowed Sammy go to the mall but twice in her entire life, both times under the close and careful eye of her nanny. So it was pretty understandable why she was acting so shocked.

  "That's right, honey!" I replied, flashing her my warmest smile.

  "Now that you're getting older, there's a few things you'll need to own..."

  ***************

  My daughter was like a kid in a candy store at the mall, dragging me this way and that, excited and intrigued by each new discovery. I let her go a little hog wild on purpose, giving into her every want with the hope she'd "repay" me later.

  "Look, Sammy -- Victoria's Secret," I announced after we'd rounded a corner.

  "Why is it called that?" asked my daughter innocently.

  "What's Victoria's 'secret'?"

  That you can look like a good, proper woman on the outside but be dressed like a total whore on the inside, I thought smugly, licking my lips.

  "Well, honey, it's that she can help daddy's girls look and feel more grown-up."

  My daughter was eyeing each provocatively dressed mannequin with interest.

  "Wow, those bras and panties in the window... they don't look like anything I have at home," she marveled.

  They certainly didn't -- it was kind of the whole point I'd "accidentally" steered us in the direction of this store. If I was going to be fucking my daughter regularly, I couldn't have her donning her usual boring beige briefs!

  I bent down on one knee and took my little girl by the hand.

  "Honey, you're not just a 'big girl', anymore -- you're 18. You're a woman. I think you're old enough to have a 'secret' under your clothes, too, don't you?"

  Naturally, it'd be better if she thought it was HER idea...

  "I-- I guess so, Daddy," she answered slowly.

  She gave it a moment's thought and then said with renewed fever, "Yeah, yeah... I think it could be fun!"

  "Let's do it, then!" I said, wanting desperately to get the chance to say the words again, in a different context.

  I got up and interlaced my daughter's soft, small hand with my own, leading her into the store with confidence. I had her pick out a few things on her own to "surprise me"... not that she was aware of it, of course. Meanwhile, I wandered the store with my tongue practically hanging out, picturing which slutty little get-ups I wanted to see Sammy in most.

  "Can I help you find something for your wife... or girlfriend?" asked a nearby associate.

  "Daughter," I replied nonchalantly.

  "Which lingerie is best for, uh... maternity purposes?" I asked.

  "How far along is your... daughter?" asked the woman.

  "Oh, she's not knocked up yet... but she will be, very soon... So I suppose I'll need something that can... 'grow' with her?"

  The sales clerk nodded and went to fetch something skimpy off a hanger. When she returned just a few seconds later, she was holding the sexiest, most smokin' hot piece of lingerie I'd ever seen. It was pink and sheer, to the point of being completely see-through, and it looked like it was going to be barely long enough to cover my daughter's pussy.

  "This chemise is our most popular piece for moms-to-be," she stated, handing me the garb.

  "I can see why," I replied, my drool practically soaking it.

  "I hope your daughter enjoys wearing it," said the saleswoman, turning to resume her duties.

  "I know I will," I told her, eyes searching the store for my sexy girl.

  The worker gave me a strange look, mouth slightly agape, but said nothing.

  That's right, lady, I thought wryly.

  Victoria ain't the only one who's got a secret. Daddy's got one, too...

  ***************

  When we arrived home, Sammy was in a hurry to put away her new things and move onto our next activity.

  "Not so fast, Princess," I told her.

  "Why don't we play a little dress-up? Show Daddy how grown-up you look in your new, womanly bras and panties."

  I may not have been able to accompany my daughter in the dressing room, but I'll be damned if I was going to deny myself a preview in the comfort of my own home...

  "Um, okay Daddy," agreed Sammy.

  "I'll be right back..."

  "Nonsense," I replied.

  "No need to keep running back and forth to your room -- that's just plain silly. Change here, honey, it'll be faster."

  "But... but... you'll see my girl parts, Daddy!" exclaimed my daughter.

  "I've already seen them plenty of times before. Nancy didn't change ALL your diapers growing up, you know."

  "Heh... yeah, okay, I guess you're right, Daddy!" said Sammy, setting her striped bag of goodies down on a nearby chair. She bent her firm, tight ass over and leaned in to retrieve the first pair of intimates.

  My daughter pulled out a matching blue bra-and-panty set, one that had white polka dots and ruffles but was farrrr from childish.

  "Ooh, those look nice. I can't wait to see you in them," I commented, dick stirring at the thought.

  My little girl giggled and laid the pieces neatly on the chair.

  "'K, don't look, Daddy!" she instructed, hands poised on either side of her top.

  "I won't!" I promised, but that promise, of course, was a lie.

  I pretended to close my eyes, keeping them slited about a quarter of the way open. Even with them squinted, I could tell that my daughter was fucking gorgeous.

  Sammy's small little top slid off her petite torso easily, revealing smooth, perfect, creamy skin. When her fingers reached for her old, drab shelf bra, I let out a sharp, anxious gasp. Luckily, Sammy didn't seem to notice, and she had that thing pulled up and off in a matter of moments.

  When her arms came down, so did her tits... her lovely, round, perky tits. They were so milky and youthful looking; god, how I wanted to grab onto each one and leave finger marks across her snow white skin.

  I followed Sammy's every move as she took the blue band of her new bra and fastened it around the top of her ribcage. Normally, I'm all for a girl taking OFF her bra, but I never knew how hot it could be watching her put one ON...

  She shifted the bra into its proper place and slowly began to slide her arms into each strap. Somehow, she even had the foresight to take her tits into her hands and lift them even higher, helping the bra to do its push-up job even better!

  My shaft was fully engorged by this point; I didn't know if it would be able to make it through seeing her put on part two. But exploding inside my expensive designer jeans was a risk I was prepared to take.

  Waiting for my daughter's zipper to travel from the top of her pants to her crotch was pure torture. It took what seemed like years for her to slide them off and daintily step out of them.

  Her legs were just as creamy as the rest of her body and looked oh-so soft. I couldn't wait to have them wrapped around my back while I violated her pussy, filling it with my baby.

  Sammy slipped her fingers into the waistband of her cotton briefs and started to tug them down. In that moment, I knew it was her pussy I was desperate to see most, as it would serve as the dumping ground for load upon load of my shooting, hot, impregnating seed.

  My eyes jolted open at the sight of my daughter's hot, young, pure little pussy
. I couldn't help it -- when something that tempting gets put in front of you, the immediate instinct is to study it from ALLL angles. I quickly lowered my lids, before Sammy could notice I was staring.

  My daughter stepped into her new blue panties and slowly pulled them up. They hugged her ass and pussy perfectly... not to mention her child-bearing hips.

  "Ready, Daddy!" shouted Sammy.

  My eyes flew open on the spot, frantic to take in her full form free from obstruction.