Daddy's BIG Secret Stash of Taboo Books, Vol. 5 (10 Books TABOO Horny House Series)

by Adrian Amos

  “A-are you sure?”

  “I'm not really a dancer.” He turns away from me ever so slightly, facing the group a little more with each exchange, seemingly distancing himself from me.

  I step in a little closer to whisper to him, not wanting to announce my concern to everyone. I whisper, “I thought you wanted to dance with me?”

  He looks at me, and through the din of the music, shouts, “What?”

  A little louder, I repeat, “I thought you wanted to dance?”

  “Why would you think that?”

  “Because... you said you wanted to come to the dance with me.”

  “Yeah, I just...” He pauses for a moment, looking me up and down. “I just wanted to hang out, maybe. I'm just here with my friends to kind of chill.”

  “But I... I thought we could dance.”

  He shrugs, takes a sip from his drink, and completely turns away, engrossing himself in people far away from me.

  No, that was the most dismissive thing anyone's ever done to me.

  I stand there for a moment looking at him, not knowing what to do. I wait ten, fifteen, twenty seconds, as if he might suddenly turn toward me and start talking, or say he was kidding, or something.

  But no such luck. He never so much as glances at me again.

  No one saw the exchange. It was just the two of us here, but it feels so utterly embarrassing, my brain shuts down and I lose it. I rapidly look side to side, sidling back and forth, unsure of where to go, before the flush of agony washes over me and pushes me back toward the entrance. The closer I get to the door, the faster I move, until I'm almost running, sprinting for my life to get the hell out of this room.

  But a hand swings out from the side and catches me at the waist, spinning me around in place and stopping me. “Hey, hey, hey, hey.”

  It's daddy, catching me in an act of sheer panic.

  “Daddy! What are you doing here?” I exclaim, turning away so I can wipe away the tear starting to form.

  “I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  “Did you...”

  He nods. “Yeah, I saw.”

  “I guess it's good you're here. I guess we can leave then.”

  As I try to pull away from his grip, he pulls me into him harder. “Hey, hey, hey. You don't need to leave, okay?”

  “Don't need to leave?! You saw what happened? I'm so fucking embarrassed.”

  “I know, it sucks.”

  “What am I going to do, stand around like a loser and watch everyone dance? Why would I stay for that?”

  “We can dance,” he says, his hand motioning to the dance floor, where most people are already dancing.

  I scoff. “Daddy, I can't—I can't dance with you. That's even more embarrassing. I had to come with my dad—that's what they'd all be saying.”

  “Babygirl, who cares what they think. You shouldn't have to give up on this night because it didn't go exactly as planned.”

  I open my mouth to speak, but he continues. “I just don't want you leaving here and resenting this night for a long time. This should be special for you. You're a woman now, in college, you can't look back on your first night out and hate it.” He lifts my chin in his hand. “I wouldn't want that for you. I wouldn't want you to feel like that.”

  “But I—“

  “But nothing,” he says. His tall frame gives him a vantage point over the crowd as he looks around. “There's a balcony out there. Let's go out there, away from everyone else.”

  I look into his eyes, the depth of care and protection in them is seductive. This man will do anything to make me happy, even if it means spending his night with me to make sure I didn't go home sour.

  After a moment, I nod, and he leads me by the hand around the crowd, guiding me outside and closing the glass door behind us.

  Everyone's inside, which gives the balcony to us alone. Although the music is muffled through the doors, it's loud enough where you can hear every word and every beat drop. Daddy holds his hand out to me, but I don't take it, instead looking back through the window at the crowd. At any moment, one of them could come out, see me dancing with daddy and... I don't know. But I know I'll be embarrassed.

  Daddy notices. The balcony is semi-circular, and the glass doors extend only so far, so daddy grabs my hand and guides me to one end, out of view of the party inside.

  Now we're alone, and when daddy holds his hand out for me, I take it easily. He pulls me close to his body and we slow dance, a gentle sway that doesn't match the beat of the music at all. But that only makes it far more special, like we're dancing our own dance, away from everyone else, meant only for us and us alone.

  It's an amazing reprieve from the anxiety from a moment ago, if anything. I lay my head on daddy's shoulder, enjoying the slow rocking motion as daddy moves our bodies together. I'd say it'd be a strange sight, what with a young girl all decked out in a dress dancing with an older man wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but I really don't think I could be embarrassed at this moment. It's too special for that.

  And that's hard to say for me, but this moment feels perfect. We must have danced the same slow beat through multiple songs because before I know it, the sun's set and it's only the light from the ballroom and the reflection of the moon off the lake that light's our little world together.

  “I'm sorry, babygirl. I'm sorry you had to go through that.”

  I shake my head. “You don't have to be sorry, daddy. You were right. I shouldn't have had my head up in the clouds about the whole thing.”

  “Yeah,” he says, “but I wish I wasn't.”

  I'm going to say “So was I,” until I realize it isn't true anymore. “No, I'm glad you were right. Dancing here with you... I don't think this night could've gone any better.”

  He chuckles. “Come on, babygirl. I don't think dancing with your old man could possibly be better than hanging with people your own age.”

  I feel a flutter go through me. It's funny when my stepdad calls himself my 'old man'. It feels like he's actually taking ownership of me, which is an amazing thing when you grow up without your biological father.

  But he's more than that. “Daddy, no. I really appreciate you, everything you've done for me. Without you... I don't know where I'd be.”

  Our eyes lock. I mean, really lock, like we've got this string running between us that keeps us from turning away. All these emotions I feel are so powerful, and I get a sense that deep down, through his strong, piercing eyes, daddy's feeling them as well.

  It's all brought true when daddy slowly leans into me and places his lips on mine. If I had imagined this would've ever happened, I would've thought I'd be frozen in fear from the contact. But instead, I reciprocate almost immediately, drinking daddy in as our lips mold to each other's. Both his hands circle around my lower back, bending me into him, and both my arms go around his shoulders, keeping his lips from leaving me.

  “Daddy, you know that feeling you were talking about before? The one you told me to chase?” I clear my throat as daddy nods. “I think I have it now.”

  “Right now, babygirl? Are you sure?”

  I nod, too self-conscious to say anything else.

  He kisses me once more, his tongue parting my lips. “Then we'll chase it together, and never it let it go.”

  Daddy glances over to the door, and when he sees no one approaching, he slowly pushes me back toward the brick wall. We enter a tiny alcove in the wall, between the balustrade and a jutting piece of wall, which blocks us from being seen from the doors.

  In our new secret space, daddy's movements become more aggressive. Our lips separate so daddy can move lower, his mouth slipping down the curve of my neck, tasting me from chin to collar bone. Each kiss is light, tingling me as each successive nibble compounds into a stronger, more tantalizing sensation. The tickling of his mouth becomes the heat of my loins, seizing and burning as daddy's mouth has its way with me. I let out low groans, an automatic response to my body's torture.

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p; Daddy's hand slips under the brassiere of my dress, pulling it down and exposing my small tits.

  I gasp, utter shock causing me to sputter and whisper, “D-daddy, what are you doing?” I look around but can only see slightly around the cover as I'm pressed up against the wall.

  “I'm going to make this a night you'll never forget, babygirl.”

  “But—“

  His lips wrap around my nipple, which instantly hardened to the cool air of the lake. My words are strangled as my mouth hangs open, my breath caught in my lungs as the intensity of his mouth on my tit paralyzes me. After holding my breath for a few seconds, it escapes me in a tense moan, which causes my stomach to spasm.

  His lips are gentle but frenzied, kissing at my nub as he alternates with sucking on it fiercely. I put my hands on his broad shoulders, doing my best to brace myself as my knees try their damnedest to buckle on me. Each time his mouth leaves my nipple, the warmth of his saliva is met by the shock of the cool air brushing against it. Warmth is replaced by cool is replaced by warmth, an unsettling mixture that leaves a smile permanently plastered on my face.

  “Oh, daddy.” It comes out as much a giggle as a moan.

  Daddy looks over his shoulder, and then kneels in front of me. His hands slide up my thighs, his fingertips softly caressing my skin as they make their way to my panties, where they hook at the trim and pull them back down. I didn't realize how wet I'd gotten, but my panties leave my pussy in a sticky hesitation.

  “Daddy, do you think this is right?” The naughtiness of our act, out in the open where every person I go to school with could find out, frees butterflies in my stomach. It's nerve-racking, but I ask a question I only want one answer to.

  “Absolutely. My little girl deserves the best.”

  I know he knows that's not the question I asked, but I'm too hot to worry about the technicalities. I step out of my panties, and daddy picks up one of my legs and rests it on his shoulder. I feel a pulse go through me as my pussy touches the open air, spreading wider as daddy shifts my leg slightly to the side.

  It gives him just enough room to press his nose between my legs, pushing the bridge through my slit as he breathes me in deep.

  “Oh my god, babygirl. Your pussy smells so good. It's so wet.”

  Daddy's so naughty! So naughty that when his tongue reaches out and touches between my lips, I shudder, the excitement overcoming me as I slide up against the wall, placing my palms flat against it as I struggle to contain myself.

  His tongue flipping through my slit is so fucking strong, I have to focus on keeping my moans to myself. There's nothing to grab onto, so I reach for daddy's head and take a fistful of his short hair in my grip, which allows me to buck my hips into his mouth and enjoy the slither of his tongue.

  He kisses my slit, sucking on my lips as he moves north, finding my clit and placing it gently between his lips, the same lips that were just a moment ago on my mouth. He draws my clit in and the pressure immediately makes me moan out loud, and each time he releases and draws it in, a fiery burst of heat rushes up my mound, gathering up above my pussy in a collection of energy.

  “I'm sorry, babygirl. I just... I can't wait anymore. You taste too fucking good, it's making me so goddamn hard.”

  The animal in daddy comes out. He stands up, turning me toward the balustrade and placing my hands on the railing. I can hear him unzip his jeans behind me and the rustle of fabric. Daddy roughly lifts my dress, letting it rest on the curve of my ass as he grabs my hips and shuffles me back towards him.

  “Daddy, are you going to stick it in me?”

  “Yes, I'll take it slow, babygirl. But I need to feel your pussy hugging my cock. Right now.”

  I want to turn to see daddy's cock. I've never seen it before and I'm curious what he looks like down below. But there's no time. Daddy guides his cock into me, which slips into my cunt with incredible ease, splitting my pussy the widest it's ever felt.

  I groan. “Oh shit!” Daddy's thick cock feels fucking amazing inside me! Even through the pain of his insertion, the brush of his cock along my vaginal walls burns me to the core. And to feel his hips pushed flush against mine?

  “Here we go, babygirl. Take daddy's dick.”

  The motion of his hips is long and smooth, tempered by the rough grip of his hands crushing the flesh at my hips. His cock stuffs me at full length, busting into me in stride. No hiccup, no snag, just an effortless glide from entrance to cervix. Daddy's cock feels so long inside me, like it's the biggest thing in the world. I have no idea if it is, but inside me, it feels like some massive monster busting through my door.

  As daddy slams his cock into me, he reaches around and grabs my tits full-fisted, smushing my flesh in his powerful hands. I reach up and put my hands over his, savoring the tension of his hands as he pounds into me. I arch my back to a point where I'm nearly standing, which allows daddy's cock to glide up into me, and for me to feel daddy's breath on my neck.

  “Daddy, yes, daddy.”

  “Fuck yeah, babygirl.” Daddy strains. “Oh god, daddy's dick feels so good.”

  “Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me so hard!”

  His hands squeeze my tits harder as his strokes come at me furiously, the sound of his hips slapping into my ass carrying over the lake. The buildup comes as furiously as his thrusts, his cock firing bolts of energy deep into my stomach. Or something close to my stomach.

  Whatever it is, the bolts combine into an explosive powder keg that makes me want to explode with every strike of the flint. Daddy's cock pumps into me and another pulse feeds into the mayhem building inside me.

  “Daddy, no!” I whine, the feeling so uncomfortable I don't know what to expect. I want it to stop, I want it to go away. I don't want it to do what it's doing to me.

  But it's too late.

  The energy reaches the tipping point and right as it crosses the threshold, I explode. My body seizes in daddy's hands, my muscles convulsing with unbridled energy released in a moment of pure ecstasy. All my efforts to control my moans is lost to the wind as I scream out in pleasure and fright.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, daddy! Oh god!” The words spill out of me as my body shakes and spasms. Daddy pauses, his cock nestled firmly inside of me, as he works to control the uncontrollable. He holds me tight, his arms firmly squeezing me in a bear hug.

  Just then, the sound of the glass doors open. Daddy moves me over to the wall, tucking us into the corner. He puts his finger to his lips and smiles.

  Easier said than done when I'm still feeling the aftereffects of my orgasm. But daddy places his hand over me, sealing my mouth shut, allowing me to focus on centering my ragged breathing.

  “What is it?” a girl asks.

  A guy responds. “I don't know. I swear it sounded like someone was having sex out here. Like, a girl really screaming her lungs out.”

  “I didn't hear anything,” she says.

  “Naw, I swear I did.” He looks around, completely unaware that if he ventured just a few feet to the right, he'd find a girl around the corner with a dripping cunt and aftershocks of orgasmic release.

  “Come on,” she says. “We're missing the party. I mean”—she looks out across the lake—“maybe someone is having sex, but there's probably a ton of houses across the lake. Someone's probably got their window open.” She waves her hand around, “It certainly isn't here.”

  He doesn't say anything but nods, following the girl back into the party. The door closes behind them.

  Daddy chuckles, “That was close.”

  I smile. My heart is beating a mile a minute thinking we were going to get caught, but now that they're gone, all I can think about is how erotic it is to almost get caught.

  Daddy thinks so, too, pushing me up against the wall. I look down in the darkness to see his huge cock sprung at attention, straining as it bobs up and down at full mast. It looks so good, I just want to touch it.

  But, once again, I don't get what I want. Daddy places his arms under both my legs, an
d with a simple lift, picks me up off the ground, pinning me up against the wall.

  I giggle, caught by surprise at being picked up. “Daddy!” I chide.

  He kisses me. “I'm not done with you yet, little lady.” While masterfully steadying me up against the wall, daddy brings his cock back to my sopping pussy, and instead of pushing in, he drops me down on it, impaling me on his full shaft.

  My groan is low as I swing my arms around his neck.

  Daddy drives me into the wall, shifting me up the bricks with each thrust of his cock.

  “Yeah, daddy, give it to me.”

  “You're my baby. You're my baby,” he pants. “I'm fucking you right in your pussy.”

  “Yes, daddy. Do whatever you want to me.”

  Our lips lock as daddy continues to ram into me, his cock burning my sensitive walls. I swear I can still feel my body sputter every so often as my body indulges in the remnants of my orgasm.

  “Oh, fuck yeah, baby.” Daddy's hips undulate, producing a smooth thrust as he readies himself for take off. “I'm going to come, I'm going to come.”

  “Oh yeah, daddy! Come inside me!”

  “I'm going to make you pregnant.”

  His final words make me flush, but that might be because a torrent of semen floods my cunt, filling it to the brim with daddy's seed. Each pulse of his cock in my tight pussy is followed by a gush of warm cum, layering my walls in white paint.

  Daddy inserts himself all the way inside me one last time, like he wants nothing more than to stay inside forever. But eventually his cock slips out, followed by a stream of cum bubbling out of me. He lowers me to the ground, and I squeeze my legs together, adoring the slosh of cum between my thighs.

  Which is saying a lot for a girl who likes to stay clean all the time!

  I push my dress down along my legs and lift my top to cover my tits once again. Daddy gives me a kiss after watching me redress, stuffing my soaked panties into his pocket.

  “Now we can leave, babygirl.”

  He takes my hand and guides me back through the glass doors. The party rages around us with no one realizing how much I'm glowing. Or how wet my pussy is. Or how daddy's cum is constantly spill down my legs. For the first time, I'm happy to be invisible.