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

by Adrian Amos

  “Fuck me, daddy! I'm your little slut.”

  “I'm going to come in your slutty, little pussy.”

  “Do it, daddy, make me pregnant!”

  His thrusts pick up to a furious pace until he's throwing every ounce of his weight into my tiny body. The smacks of his pelvis against my ass is deafening; the grips of his fingers dig in deep. He grunts over and over, each thrust feeding his dick into me with incredible fury.

  “Take it, baby. Take my seed.”

  He slams into me and groans, long and low, as his body spasms and squeezes on me. He freezes, and then his dick begins to pulse, firing loads of hot, sticky sperm deep into my young cunt. Daddy's cock unloads inside me, filling my pussy to the brim, doing his damnedest to make me his baby momma. He holds himself inside me, and when he shifts, I can feel all the liquid shift with him, coating both of us in daddy's cum.

  Daddy pulls out. The stream of warmth flows out, spilling down my thighs as I struggle to keep my legs upright.

  His movements are quick, unlocking the stockade and freeing me from my confines. He holds onto me, slowly lowering me to the floor so I don't collapse.

  “You okay, babygirl?”

  I nod, swallowing, unable to speak.

  “Good,” he kisses me on the forehead. “Take your time.” He cradles me for a few minutes as my body recovers from the fucking he gave me.

  I sink into his arms, enjoying the comfort of his warmth. It's like ecstasy, a far cry from the fierce and abusive man just a moment ago. He caresses my arm and he peppers my forehead with kisses. The soft, loving embrace is the greatest feeling in the world right now.

  I don't want to move. I want to stay like this forever. This comfort, this care, is so tantalizing. I can see why mom was so attached to him.

  But I know I'll have to eventually. I know I'll have to get up and go do all the boring normal stuff I always do.

  The only way I can have this feeling is to let daddy do whatever he wants to me, and to fuck me over and over. If I want to be rewarded, I need to be punished.

  I think I've finally realized that.

  - - -

  Daddy, Why Do You Need Gloves?

  My guts are spinning. I swallow, the lump in my throat so thick I feel like I might throw up. I never expected this to be happening, I never expected this to be happening with my stepfather!

  But I was so nervous when I realized I needed to see a doctor. I'd never been to a gynecologist before, and the thought of some strange man touching me down there... ugh, it makes me queasy just thinking about it.

  I knew, though, I should really see one. The first time my boyfriend and I had sex, it was awkward, but it was also surprisingly painful. I just had a feeling that even though it was my first time, it shouldn't feel like that.

  So, I told my stepfather, and he told me I should go see a gynecologist then. I told him there was no way I'd do something like that. I said he was crazy for even suggesting it.

  He laughed, “Well, what do you expect? You're not feeling well, you say you need to see a doctor, how are you supposed to do that without actually seeing a doctor?”

  I remember blushing because it was so childish of me to complain about something but deny the cure. If this was really bothering me, then I should go and do something about it.

  I couldn't wrap my head around having some strange man inspect me, and I told daddy that so many times the words lost all meaning.

  That is, until his suggestion came to light: “If you want, I can check you out.”

  I paused in my tracks. “You?”

  He nodded. “I did quite a bit of EMT work when I was a lot younger. I still have some of my tools tucked away somewhere around here.”

  “You, daddy? Is that a good idea?”

  He shrugged. “Well, you say you need to get checked out, and if some stranger poking around is really going to deter you from going to the doctor, then...” He cleared his throat, “Well, I want to make sure you're okay.”

  I blushed at both the thought of daddy inspecting me and the cute concern he had for my well being. It's why I went to him in the first place. The man has the gentlest touch in the world, which makes me think what that gentle touch would feel like against my pussy...

  I swallowed. “I don't know.”

  “Come on,” he said, smiling, “it won't be so bad. We'll do it in your bedroom. You'll have the comfort of being at home to help with your anxiety.”

  I gave it some thought, but all I could do was nod my approval. Daddy sent me to my room before going off to find his tools.

  So I sat here on my bed, right where I am now, and just let my mind race.

  Oh my god! Am I really about to let daddy touch me down there, inspect me up close and personal, and then... I don't know, I don't know what they do at these check ups.

  And daddy... he's such a man. Like, the type of tall, dark and handsome I've always looked for when dealing with boys. It's one thing to think about being with a guy like daddy, but it's a whole 'nother to let him actually see my pussy. I'm so young, he's so old. He's probably seen everything. My pussy couldn't possibly be all that interesting. It'd probably be a whole lot less interesting than all the women he's been with.

  I don't know. Is this really a good idea? What if daddy goes 'awww' like my pussy's the most adorable thing in the world? Well, I guess that wouldn't be so bad, but it still wouldn't be the type of response I'd want from a grown man. I want to be seductive... or sexy... or, like, I don't know, too hot to resist. Cute is fine, but I don't think a girl wants to be desired for being cute.

  Even in my hesitance, I realize I'm still dressed in my clothes, so I remove them down to my white bra and panties. I take a deep breath, realize I'm actually going to do this, and sit back down on the bed cross legged.

  When daddy walks into my room, the look on his face tells me everything. He freezes as he enters, his eyes looking me up and down, a slight hint of surprise crossing his features. I can see a faint smile, one he probably doesn't even know he's wearing, which sends a pulse down into my stomach.

  Oh my god! That look on daddy's face... it's something beyond looking at his 'cute' daughter. It's the look I'd imagine he'd have if he were looking at a sexy woman.

  My face heats up, and even though I'm happy to provoke such a response from an experienced man, I still reflexively wrap an arm around my chest and push the other between my crossed legs, blocking my modesty in a futile gesture.

  Daddy coughs. “It's okay, babycakes. It's not like it isn't anything I've ever seen before.”

  “I know, daddy.” I shrug one shoulder, “It's just... weird, is all.”

  “Don't worry,” he smirks, “I'll be careful with you.”

  I nod nervously, unwilling to say anything else. My heart is racing as daddy unloads a small medical box.

  “Are you going to use all that?”

  He shakes his head. “No, no, I only need a couple things from here. So, you were telling me how you were feeling before. When you and your boyfriend were”—he clears his throat—“having sex, you said it was extremely uncomfortable and painful?”

  I nod, “Yes.”

  “Was it tightness, cramps? Did it feel like you were gassy?”

  These questions feel way harder than they should. “Umm, all of that?”

  He chuckles. “Okay, not very specific.”

  “Tightness.”

  Daddy nods contemplatively. “I see. I think I know what we'll have to do. I'll just have to be thorough. Over here, babycakes.”

  Daddy grabs my ankles and pulls me. I fall backwards as I slide along the bed toward the edge.

  I laugh, the shock of being dragged almost exhilarating. “Daddy!”

  He smiles. “What? I need you over here so I can examine you, not huddled in the middle of the bed.”

  I shake my head. Just like daddy, to make something so serious feel so lighthearted.

  “Let's sit up.” He holds his hands out for mine, helping me sit straigh
t up on the edge of the bed. I like when he makes it seem like it's something we both have to do, not just me.

  “But,” I ask, “don't you need to examine me down here?” I point to my pussy, which elicits a bolt of energy through my body. It's like the acknowledgment of my sexuality to daddy—like, directing his attention to my pussy right in front of him—is the most exciting sensation I've felt in a while.

  He nods, “Yes, of course, but a normal doctor's visit checks you out everywhere else first, to make sure there's nothing else wrong.”

  Daddy does a thorough inspection from top to bottom. He makes me say 'ahhhh' and checks inside my throat and ears. He shines a light in my eyes, and uses a stethoscope to check on my breathing and my heart.

  During this, he's explaining the time he spent as an EMT, all the weird stuff he'd seen over the dozen years he'd been practicing. From accidents to electrocutions to amputations. He even had to help a woman deliver her baby, which is the most fascinating thing that doesn't have deal with blood and guts.

  I listen intently because I need to distract myself from daddy's hands brushing against my body, provoking goosebumps, but also because I never knew he had such an interesting past. I only know the man who runs his own business doing something with technology... I guess I don't really know what he does now, either. Maybe after learning his past, I can learn his present.

  After he completes all the routine stuff, he tells me in a tone that seems to express both anxiety and curiosity, “Now, I think it might be a good idea if we do a breast exam as well. Is that okay with you?”

  “A breast exam?”

  He nods. “It's important. You're old enough now where you need to get these things checked out. And I know it might be weird, but with your anxiety about going out to see a doctor, I want to make sure you get properly checked out.”

  “Uh...”

  “Babycakes, it is important. You think you can do this for daddy?”

  I look into his eyes, a stern, protective glare watching me unblinkingly. As intimidating as his eyes are, they hold a level of warmth that gives me the briefest flicker of relief to let me drop my guard.

  “Okay.” I reach behind myself and undo the latches, letting my bra slip from my large breasts. That relief fades once again and I lift my arms to shield myself from daddy's gaze.

  And it is a gaze. Daddy's eyes drink me up, a look that seems to hold on my tits for a good while before returning to my eyes.

  “You look beautiful, babycakes. There's no need to be embarrassed.”

  I blush. “Thank you, daddy.” Does he really think that?

  “Here,” he says, kneeling in front of me and placing his hands on my wrists. He looks me in the eyes before giving me a light tug, pulling my arms away from my body. He places my hands on the bed. “Keep them here.”

  He places his hands on my thighs, which I think is meant to comfort me but instead makes me tingle all over. “Now I'm going to place my hands on your breasts, and I'm going to squeeze. I'm looking for lumps, okay?”

  I nod.

  He positions both of his palms over my tits, and I bite my lip. Oh, geez. I take a deep breath, trying to ignore any feelings that might spring up.

  But as daddy's hands begin to squeeze, he asks, “How does that feel?”

  My feelings are brought to the forefront as I process his question. It feels incredibly soothing, the warmth of his skin against mine, the way my fat pushes between his fingers, the way his hand occasionally brushes against my nipple, eliciting small bouts of pure pleasure in something that should be entirely serious.

  I swallow, my throat dry. I try to prep the word so it doesn't come out weird, but it does anyway. “Good,” I purr.

  “Good,” daddy softly says, nearly purring right back at me.

  As his fingers continue to slip past my nipples, I get the feeling he's purposefully brushing past them, because he does it more than enough to cause the nubs to go erect.

  I know I'm right when he says, “Okay, since you were having problems during sex, we're going to have to see how you react to certain sensations.”

  Certain sens—

  Daddy's fingers close until two fingers pinch each of my erect nubs, slowly twisting them in their grips. “How does that feel?”

  I have to bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut to prevent an errant moan. My breathing comes out in puffs as I nod vigorously, ashamed at my body's reaction. Come on, this is your stepfather, you're trying to get things fixed, focus on quieting those feelings...

  Daddy smirks, something far more devious than anything before. “Come on, babycakes, I need a better answer than that. Tell daddy how it feels.”

  I lick my lips as he continues to twist my nipples in circles between his fingers. The constant thrum of friction causes my breath to hold in my lungs, and I maintain my focus on not letting a moan slip from my lips.

  I nod. “It feels good, daddy.”

  He shakes his head. “Not painful? Not uncomfortable? Not even here?” he asks, pressing one of his hands against the mound just above my pussy.

  It's like daddy knows exactly what's going on in my body. I don't feel any pain whatsoever, but I do feel a very powerful, very strange buildup of energy right where he's pressing. And when he presses there, it seems to cause that energy to spread out a little, warming me slightly as it trickles throughout.

  “No, daddy. It feels really nice.”

  Daddy holds for a moment, and I open my eyes to look at him. “It turns you on, doesn't it?”

  My eyes go wide as chills run up my spine.

  “No need to be shy,” he says. “It's a good thing if it turns you on. But I need to know, to make sure everything's working right. So, babycakes, does it turn you on when daddy does this?” Daddy's fingers twist my nipples once more, sending a pulse of pleasure to that place daddy was just pressing on.

  I nod. “Yes, daddy, it turns me on.”

  He let's go of my nipples. “Good,” he says, “We just need to see if we can replicate the feeling you had before.”

  “Replicate it? How?”

  He pulls out a latex glove from his tool box, snapping it over his right hand in a frighteningly dramatic flair.

  “Daddy, why do you need gloves?”

  He laughs. “It's okay, you don't need to be nervous. It's only to be careful. We don't want any infections or anything, right?”

  “Yes, daddy.”

  “Here,” he says, his hands sliding under my ass, “sit back a little.” He helps to pick me up and shift me a little further back on the bed. “Lay down.”

  I lay back and daddy grabs my legs, lifting them up and placing them up on the bed. I wait for him to tell me what to do next, but he silently grabs my the band of my panties, and without saying anything, I lift my ass off the bed, allowing him to pull them from my pussy. I lift my legs straight up in the air, letting daddy remove my panties completely.

  I set my legs down again and daddy positions my legs so that they're spread open, giving daddy clear access to my cunt.

  I can tell I'm wet as the air from the A/C brushes past me and I feel the distinct coolness between my legs.

  Daddy chuckles. “I might not even need lube to do my inspection.”

  “Daddy,” I groan, embarrassed and excited at the same time.

  “It's okay, baby,” he says, his hand landing square over my cunt. I jerk suddenly, daddy's hand slapping my clit with the tiniest force, but enough to cause my body to spasm uncontrollably.

  His hand shifts back and forth over my mound, applying slight pressure from top to bottom. “So, let's see if your boyfriend was doing anything wrong.”

  His hand turns over and daddy slides his fingers between my lips. Daddy's touch is enough to propel a sharp tingle and force a suppressed grunt from me. Daddy says nothing about it, so I count my lucky stars he didn't hear me.

  But his gloved fingers continue through my slit, a torturous light touch gliding from clit to hole. I'm incredibly turned on, so his f
inger is like fire across my pussy, and it takes no more than a few strokes through my cunt to force a moan I can't possible keep quiet.

  “There ya go, babycakes. You're doing good. Keep it up for daddy.”

  His fingers round my clit, massaging it in tight circles, knocking the nub from side to side. My back arches as I start to burn all over.

  “Oh, daddy, it feels so good.” I have to force myself to take deep breaths so I don't start hyperventilating.

  “All right, baby. Let's see what your boyfriend couldn't do right.”

  Daddy slips his index finger into my cunt, which slides in easy, just like he predicted. My soaked pussy let's daddy in, and I feel my walls constrict around his finger.

  “How's that?”

  “It's tight,” I say, shifting my butt as I try to make myself comfortable.

  “We have to break through your anxiety,” he says, matter of factly. “Help you overcome all this tension.”

  His finger starts to slide in and out of me, my pussy somehow tight enough to feel his lone digit grazing each of my walls. He changes his motion, using a come hither finger wag, which rubs the roof of my pussy with soft strokes. My stomach knots up, reacting to every little motion from daddy's insertion.

  “Let's hear it, babycakes. Let's hear that beautiful voice.”

  I'm not trying to hold back anymore, but the sensation is so powerful, I'm forgetting to breathe. On daddy's command, I take in a deep breath and expel a low moan, gritting my teeth as daddy pushes against my walls. He stretches me out, dragging his finger up against my clit, to each side, and then down against my ass. The stretching feels so good! Especially when my tight cunt rebounds back, hugging daddy's finger snugly.

  “One more finger.”

  I don't know if I can handle another finger. I don't know if my pussy's loose enough for that! I want to stop him, but I can't form words, my mind so wrapped up in it's own excitement.

  His second finger slowly slips in next to the first, stretching me open to a painful degree. I wince, struggling to keep myself from crying out. How the hell could I possibly be so tight?!

  But daddy notices my displeasure and stops, his fingers no more than a knuckle deep inside me. “Relax, babycakes. It might hurt for a little bit, but it'll get better, I promise. Daddy would never hurt you.”