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

by Adrian Amos

  I get this urge to service it completely, to take care of it like it's my own.

  “See, daddy, there's lots of things I can do to make it up to you.” I dismount daddy, drop to my knees, and take his engorged cock in my mouth. The taste is like heaven, and when I push down on him, the thickness fills my mouth entirely.

  “Oh my god,” he groans, his head rolling backwards.

  It feels right. It feels more right than anything, and I've only just discovered this feeling a few minutes ago. I run my tongue along his shaft, licking him from his sack to the tip, then pushing him deep down my throat again. As I devour him and stroke his hardness, I feel my own energy beginning to build again. I'm not even being touched! Is just sucking on daddy enough to give me pleasure?

  Sure enough, the pressure inside me continues to build until something strange happens. I can feel it inside me, even between my legs.

  “Daddy, I think I'm wet down here.”

  “What? Let me see.” Daddy picks me up and puts me on the root, sitting me down so he can kneel before me, spread my legs open, and get a clear look. Daddy swipes a finger through my slit, sending a jolt up my spine.

  “It's a lot more wet than before. I wonder if it's juice from the apple?” Daddy leans in and runs his tongue between my legs. I moan, the intensity way more than I could've imagined. It causes my stomach to seize up as the pleasure flows up through me.

  “Oh, yeah, daddy, that feels good.”

  “It doesn't taste like an apple, but it makes me feel good eating from you.” His tongue flicks through me, dragging along my pink flesh, circling from bottom to top, finding a little nub right above my opening.

  “Right there, daddy, that spot feels really good.”

  Daddy dips in and takes the nub between his lips. He sucks on it, drawing it into his mouth so he can massage it with his tongue. I twist and squirm, the pressure building with each pulse from the nub, sitting in my stomach like the urge I get when I need to pee.

  Then that feeling comes back, the one where my pussy begs to be touched. I grab a hold of daddy's head, using it as leverage as I buck my hips into him. I rock my butt on the root, sucking my stomach in as I thrust my hips out, pushing my pussy into daddy's mouth.

  “Yes, daddy, yes! Keep going, keep going!”

  It spurs him on, his mouth working furiously to eat me out completely. His tongue laps at my pussy, the slickness between my thighs exploding out the more the pressure builds.

  I start to spasm, and my words come out in sputtering complaints. “Oh no, daddy, oh no. Oh no, it's so strong. Stop, stop, STOP!”

  But it hits me like a thunderstorm, a crackling show of chaotic energy. Lightning rips through me, zapping every nerve on its way up my back. I convulse and shake on daddy's mouth, screaming out, “Fuck!”

  Daddy pulls off and watches as my body catches fire and loses control. My open mouth constantly breaks into a wide grin as the pulses of energy send undeniable—if frightening—waves of pleasure. When my body dies down, and the twitching comes in spurts, I giggle to myself, breathing in deep as I exhale all my tension.

  “Wow,” daddy says. “That looked scary, and then it looked really good.”

  I think about my soaking pussy. I think about the big, wide entrance daddy was licking. It's meant to be played with, it feels so good, but it's way to big for something like a tongue. “You might be able to do it, too, daddy.”

  “You think so?”

  I nod emphatically. “I think you and I go together. Let me show you.” Daddy sits down on the seat, and I straddle him all over again. But this time, I grab his massive cock and guide it into my slippery hole.

  I position it just right, and as I lean back on him, his cock breaks through my entrance without any effort at all. We both groan in unison, overcome by the sheer ecstasy of the insertion. I sit down on his dick, feeding it all the way inside me.

  It feels good, but I think it needs more.

  “How about this, daddy?” I start to move my hips back and forth, which causes his dick to shift inside me. I can feel it bending with me, bouncing off my walls.

  “Yeah, that's really good, Eve.”

  I grind my hips into daddy, constantly moving his cock around in every direction.

  But it's not quite the same as when he first entered me. I just need to feel that feeling all the time.

  So I pick up off his lap just a little, letting his cock escape me...

  “What are you—“

  And then I fall back down on him, penetrating me with his full length.

  “Yeah, there you go, keep doing that. That felt fucking amazing.”

  I lift up and down, riding daddy, occasionally alternating with grinding on his hips. But whenever I return to the penetration, the sensation is far more powerful.

  “Come on, Eve. Make daddy do what you did.”

  “Anything for you, daddy.” I circle my arms around daddy's neck, giving me room to pick my hips up and slam them down harder. I rapidly fuck myself with his dick, driving him deep inside.

  Daddy's hands go to my hips, and then all of a sudden, I'm no longer guiding the action. Daddy holds me still as he brings his hips up to me, slamming his cock into my pussy.

  “This is what you get, little girl, for lying to daddy. You get fucked, and you get fucked hard.”

  I hold on to daddy for dear life as he fucks the shit out of me, using all that pent up anger to ram his dick into me at full force. I scream as his thick cock bangs into me, made all the more humiliating because the harder he thrusts, the better it feels!

  Daddy splitting my pussy open is the best thing that's ever happened to me! Better than any stupid fucking apple.

  “Yes, daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me like a bad girl.”

  “You're getting this dick.”

  “Give it to me.”

  “You're getting fucked. Daddy's fucking this pussy. This pussy's mine.”

  “Yeah, daddy. You own my pussy. You own my tight, little pussy. Fuck it, fuck it as hard as you want.”

  Daddy circles his arm around my lower back as he drive every ounce of his muscle into me. His hips slap into me so hard it's deafening, scattering whatever birds were nearby in every direction. Daddy's thrusts get so fast I nearly come off his cock. He's so excited, he's picking himself off the seat as he pounds me into oblivion. And then his last thrusts speed up to an incredible rate, culminating in one last potent shot. Daddy's cock slams into me, and he holds it there as his face contorts in agony and his body spasms, just like mine did.

  His dick twitches inside me, and as I wonder what's going on, a splash of warmth hits my pussy. A liquid spills out of daddy, flooding me with every pulse his cock gives off. It does it a half a dozen times, each time shooting a new load into me, strands of goopy whiteness that glazes me in daddy's apple juice.

  Daddy sets me down and my legs are weak, barely able to hold me up as they shake at the knees.

  We both turn to see the big man show for the first time.

  “Did you stop her from eating the apple?”

  Daddy looks at me, eyes wide, as he contemplates what to do. He gives a slight shrug, and says, “Yeah, of course.”

  The lie is so obvious, so flagrant, but the big man suspects nothing from the usually straight-laced daddy.

  “I assume you disciplined her?”

  A glob of white liquid leaks out from my pussy, dripping down my leg. Daddy sees it but only nods. “I disciplined her just like you wanted.”

  The big man gives daddy the side eye, clearly concerned but not quite sure what the truth is. He points his finger. “All right,” he says, turning that finger towards me, “You. Stay out of trouble.”

  I salute him. “Whatever you say, big man.”

  Another finger point and side eye, but he eventually nods, turning and disappearing into thin air.

  Daddy and I glance at each other, meeting one another with a smirk.

  There's a new dolt in town, and daddy and I are going to play h
im like a fiddle.

  - - -

  Daddy Breaks Me In

  I can feel a tingle deep down inside me. A little below my stomach, a few inches above my pussy. You know that tingle, the one you get when you know your only moments away from getting fucked. It's a burrowed excitement and anticipation I can't compare to anything else.

  But I think part of it is based purely on the man who's about to put himself inside me. He doesn't know yet, but there's no way I'm leaving without getting what I want.

  My stepfather...

  That's our deal anyway, and I've never let him down. Not to get fucked, exactly, but he's always told me that if I ever think I want to—or I'm going to—try something new in my life, he should be the first person to know. It's what makes our bond so strong, especially for people who aren't actually related. We need a little bit of work to make sure our relationship continues on the right track.

  And my stepfather's so rugged! Constantly in the garage, with a layer of dirt and grease that never seems to wash out, the man was built to fine tune things: The car, his motorcycle, the refrigerator, my pussy... He's a thick cut of meat, sporting a dark sandpaper stubble and a sharp chin...

  It might be why I've always gone to him for my troubles. I might, you know—just a little—be super hot for him! I get these knots in my stomach when I'm near him, when I feel the heat radiate out from his body, when I smell the trickle of sweat that seems to never dissipate from him.

  It might be why, when I was thinking about having sex with my boyfriend for the first time, I told him immediately. I wanted his approval, I wanted to know what he thought about his little girl considering getting fucked by some strange boy he's never met.

  He was uncomfortable, I could tell, but he told me about all the precautions I needed to take.

  The only problem was that the more we talked about the sex, the more I wanted to have it, right then and there, with him! I got all squirmy when he talked about 'penises' and 'vaginas', a tingle deep in my gut burning me from the inside out. Eventually, I played it off like his words made me uncomfortable, that he should be using the words everyone knows, like 'pussy' and 'cock'. The other stuff sounds so... medical.

  He laughed, and went into this long description about how cocks and pussies worked.

  Yes, I know I'm way too old to be getting this type of basic conversation, but I goaded him on by asking all sorts of innocent, beginner questions, only because I wanted to hear him talk about how women get fucked by men.

  By the time I left, my legs were soaked. I couldn't believe how absolutely turned on I was. I went straight to my bedroom, locked the door, and played with myself for a good hour, forcing at least three orgasms from my aching cunt. Daddy's words were so fucking sexy, but I think only because they came from his gruff voice. Every action he described, every time he mentioned how a cock enters a pussy, I imagined daddy was that cock and I was that pussy.

  I thought long and hard about whether I should go through with it with my boyfriend. Eventually, I did, but I regretted it immediately. He was so lame, so boring, nothing like my fantasies made me feel when I was thinking about daddy. He also came in, like, fifteen seconds, not even giving me enough time to be properly turned on.

  It was such a let down, and on top of that, it was a helluva pity to make it my first time. It felt like I let daddy down as well, like all his sexy, erotically charged words were for nothing, and that I blew them all on some guy I barely even liked.

  Yeah, I broke up with him. I tried to assure him it wasn't because of the sex, but it kind of was. Not because of him personally, but because it made me realize I didn't want to keep having sex with him. I wanted someone more mature, more experienced in life.

  There was someone else on my mind.

  And that's when I came up with my plan. If daddy wanted to be the first one to know, then he should be the first one to have me as well!

  Of course, I already gave away my virginity, which sucks. So my plan had to revolve around something else, something I could talk to daddy about, being completely new to it, and have him go into detail.

  I'm not interested in taking his ideas back to my ex-boyfriend; I'm more interested in letting them play out in the garage with daddy!

  As I approach the garage, where daddy is guaranteed to be all the time he isn't working, the tingle in my stomach grows to such a mass I can feel it in the bottom of my throat. I swallow, trying my hardest to dissolve my nervousness as I walk through the doorway.

  “Daddy,” I croak.

  Daddy's hunched over, messing with the engine of his bike. He turns on his feet, notices me, and says, “What's up, babygirl?”

  My words catch in my throat as daddy stands. He's shirtless, sweat stained as usual, his muscles glistening as the sheen of his work coats his body. He wipes his hands on a rag before tossing it to the side; although, what purpose that has, I have no idea, because the rag is so dirty nothing seems to come off. It's a blackened mass, which when met with his dirt and grease stained hands, does more to dirty him than clean him. To almost prove my point, when he scratches one of his pecs, dirt rubs off, leaving clawlike marks carrying over his nipple.

  I clear my throat and swallow. “I was wondering if we could talk?”

  “Of course. Anything for you.”

  I shuffle my feet, moving toward the center of the garage. I see a tall stool, but it looks horribly uncomfortable to sit on, so I instead lean up against daddy's red Mustang, pressing my cotton shorts against the side of the hood.

  Daddy grabs the stool for himself and sits down. It's always strange when he sits because it's like he knows the perfect position that doesn't throw the powerful image of him off. There's no rolls of skin or fat that show up, just his muscles in perfect relief, his bicep going taut as he leans his hand on his knee.

  I lean my own hands backwards on the hood of his car, trying to present a nonchalant attitude. “I wanted to talk about something.”

  He nods, not saying anything, as I realize I merely repeated myself from before.

  “Uhm, well, you know how I wanted to know about sex before?”

  Daddy's eyes tighten momentarily before giving a slight nod.

  “My boyfriend and I did have sex.”

  The shift in his face is ever so subtle, but it's noticeable: a strange sense of concern.

  “I mean”—I blurt out—“it wasn't any good.”

  “Oh, I'm sorry to hear that,” he says, clearly confused.

  I wave daddy off. “Oh, it wasn't your fault.” I clear my throat, rethinking my position, “Well, it kind of was.”

  He laughs. “I don't see how that could be possible.”

  “Daddy!” I whine, crossing my arms over my chest. “Don't laugh.”

  “Oh, sorry,” he says, smiling as he pretends to lock his mouth with a key and throw it away.

  I uncross my arms, focusing on pushing my chest out, hoping to draw attention to my tits. I'm obviously not the best tease in the world, but it couldn't hurt to show off my cleavage and the red lacy bra poking through my t-shirt a little bit.

  “Okay, maybe it's not entirely your fault. But it was—it was horrible, daddy.”

  Daddy's posture straightens suddenly. “Did he... do something wrong?”

  “Like, not bad, he just wasn't any good.”

  Daddy leans back again. “Men aren't usually the best at sex, babygirl, especially just starting off. You might have to give him some time to get better at it.”

  Of course, daddy has no idea I already dumped him, but that's something I'm not about to tell him. “I know, daddy, that's why I wanted to talk to you again. I was thinking I need to make the next time we have sex more 'special'.”

  “Special? I don't know if you need to do anything rash.” Daddy's nervous at the word, curious as to what his little girl might be considering. For a moment, I can tell he's not going to like what I'm going to tell him, but a part of me really wants to know just how strongly he feels about me.

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bsp; I play it innocent, as if what I'm about to propose isn't a big deal. “Well, when he stuck his cock in my pussy...” I pause for a moment, relishing the discomfort talking about my own sex life has for daddy. “It was okay, nothing really special. I mean, my virginity's gone, but there's always more I can give him to make it even more special.”

  Daddy swallows. “Like what, babygirl?”

  “I was thinking of letting him put it in my ass.”

  Daddy's face sinks a thousand miles, making him appear almost ghoulish. “Anal? You're thinking about doing anal, babygirl?”

  “Yes, daddy.”

  The cool confidence daddy has when he's offering advice is no where to be found. “Is that—I don't know if that's a good idea.”

  “Why not, daddy?” I ask, saccharine in tone and devilish in intent.

  “You're so... young, you know? That is a really special place to let a guy put his cock. It's not something you just give away, I don't think.”

  Daddy's cute in his protectiveness. “Daddy, it's just my ass. I don't see how it would be such a big deal.”

  He chuckles self-consciously. “Don't you know how much anal can hurt? You've never put anything up there before.”

  “I've never put anything in my pussy either until just a few days ago.”

  “Yeah, but that's different.”

  “I can't even get pregnant from there. It's totally safer, isn't it?”

  “Yeah, yeah, that's true, but...” Daddy rubs his chin, unsure of what to say. “I just, personally, think anal is a pretty special thing. As in you only do it with people who really care about you. It's all about trust. Do you really think your boyfriend really cares about you, or that you trust him completely?”

  I feign ignorance, knowing he isn't worthy of my trust, nor is he still my boyfriend. “I don't know.”

  “There, see,” daddy says, almost excited at my admission. “I don't thing he's the right guy either. You haven't known him long, and he's too young to take care of you right. You need patience and guidance when it comes to anal.”