Taboo Greatest Hits, vol 2

by Zara, Cassandra

  "Not yet, baby," I said as I moved back, sliding my cock out of her greedy, wanting mouth. I moved towards the end of the bed, my cock standing tall and proud, glistening with her saliva. "I want to come inside you."

  As badly as I wanted to just climb on top of her and fuck Charlotte raw, I knew that I had to be careful. It was her first time, and I needed to ensure that it was something special. I lay down on the bed next to her, wrapping her in my arms. Her hands began moving over my body, exploring and touching and stroking me everywhere, teasing up and down. I held her close as our legs slid in between each other, and my cock poked against her skin, just above her pussy.

  She put her hands around my cock again, and began to guide it around the edge of her pussy. I moaned in her hair as I felt the smoothness of her skin on the head of my cock.

  "I want to fuck you so bad, kitten," I said. "I want to go inside you, fill you up with every inch of me."

  Charlotte let go and moved her hand to my balls. She gave them a gentle squeeze and then her head turned and she was kissing my chest. Her mouth worked around, searching for something, and then she finally found it, pulling my nipple into her mouth. I couldn't help sighing as she squeezed my balls and her mouth worked on my nipple. Her mouth came free and she gave me another gentle squeeze.

  "Come inside, Daddy," she whispered, and rolled over on her back, pulling me with her. I lay atop her, my cock resting against the outside of her sex. I looked down at my beautiful little girl, her rosy cheeks pink, blue eyes looking up at me with want and need.

  I watched her face as I slid inside her, penetrating her for the first time. Her eyes shut, and her mouth went into an 'O' shape. I worked my way inside her tight, wet sex, and she arched her back, pushing her breasts towards me. I slowly slid all the way in, burying myself to the hilt in a single strong stroke, and held myself there. I could feel her hungry pussy muscles gripping on me, trying to pull me in even deeper, and lay there for a moment to let her get used to the feeling of a real warm cock inside her.

  Finally, she opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Oh, Daddy," she breathed. "Having you inside me feels so good." I smiled down at her and kissed her on the nose.

  "It feels good to be inside your kitten, kitten," I said, and she rolled her eyes, groaning and laughing at the dumb joke. Her laughter turned into a moan as I began sliding out of her, then back in again. I held her beneath me, working my cock in and out. I watched her face as I fucked her, relishing every little twitch, every little tic, every little movement of her face.

  "Oh, Daddy.... Just like that, Daddy..." she moaned, and I increased my pace, thrusting in and out of her. The weight of my body on hers pushed her down deep into the sweat-damp mattress, and the bedsprings creaked in protest as I continued to pump in and out of her.

  In many ways my daughter looked a lot like how I had seen her on the videos, but now her reactions were much more visceral, more immediate... And the thought that I was now the one driving those reactions was intoxicating.

  Charlotte reached up, and gripped the back of my neck, pulling herself up into a sitting position. She shuddered as my cock shifted inside her during this, and she paused to adjust the new angle of penetration. She closed her eyes, breathing softly, and I began peppering her face, her neck, her shoulders with soft kisses. I traced my fingertips in swirls up and down her back, feeling her warm skin, and reached down to firmly grab her ass, and adjust her position on me.

  "You're so deep inside me, Daddy," she said, and eased forward against me so that her breasts were pressed against my chest, her stiff nipples digging into my chest. She looked me straight in the eye, licking her lips as she began to move back and forth on my cock. "I want you to come inside me."

  She tilted her head up and began to kiss me, her hands grabbing my head with a surprising strength. The wet slurping sounds of her pussy on my cock grew louder as she thrust herself on me with increasing intensity, driving herself up and down on my shaft. My daughter would pull up, until I was nearly withdrawn from her, with only my swollen purple shaft still just inside her pink lips, before slamming herself down onto me with an impassioned groan.

  "I want you deep inside me, Daddy," she repeated over and over as she did this. "I want you all the way up inside my cunt."

  Charlotte's kisses became rougher and more intense as she went wild, impaling herself on my cock. She put her whole body into it, lips pressing hotly against mine as though she wanted to suck the life out of me. I don't know how I was able to keep from coming then, but somehow I managed to keep the swelling hot sensation deep in my balls from spilling out into her.

  My daughter came again, crying out as she did so. She broke the kiss and rose halfway up, crying out and shaking as I tried to keep my cock going in her. I eased her off of me and onto her back next to me.

  "I came again, Daddy," she said. I could tell that she was exhausted, shuddering for breath, her face covered in sweat. I could smell her cum all over my cock, the delicious aroma that I had been enjoying in her bedroom only a short time ago.

  "I know you did, kitten," I said, and licked my lips.

  "Now it's Daddy's turn."

  I pushed her legs wide and moved into place. It didn't take long and she gasped as my cock, wet with her juices and mine, slid back into her pussy. Her fingers went to her clit and her nipples, and she pinched and rubbed on both as I drove into her, over and over. The slick wet sound of my cock going into and out of her was joined by the sound of my balls slapping against her ass. I kept my hands in a tight grip on her ass, moving her entire body as I pounded into her tight pussy, driving home over and over again.

  She was spasming against me and by the time I was through, my daughter was ready to cum again. This time it would be with my cock ripping into her and spewing a load of hot thick spunk just the way she needed it.

  "Fuck me... Fuck me hard, Daddy!" she gasped in between incoherent moans. Her eyes were about to roll into the back of her head, her entire world filled with nothing but the sensation of my cock plunging in and out of her. "Don't stop, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

  So I did. Charlotte arched her back and raised her pelvis upward to meet me with every stroke. I slowed down briefly and grabbed an ankle in each hand. Then I held them, as far apart as I could while I drove my cock into her. I opened her up and in so doing I unleashed the raw, sexual being that I had seen on camera, and wanted to fuck for weeks now. I fucked her harder and faster, and was rewarded with Charlotte begging for more.

  "That's right, Daddy! Give it to me!" she panted. "Fuck me with that big cock of yours!"

  I did too, and then she shrieked as she came again. I lost all control, and finally let the hot sensation in my balls boil over. I screamed out as I came inside my daughter, my cock gushing white-hot cum inside her pussy. I pushed her deep into the bed as I filled her up, and within seconds my cum was pouring back out of her cunt, dripping down her ass and onto the mattress.

  I pushed her down into the bed and held her there for what seemed like hours as I came, wave after wave of sensation rocking over me. Slowly, things returned to normal and I let slowly let her down, before pulling out of her with a slick, wet sound. The world spun around me, and I collapsed backward in a heap, exhausted. The last thing I felt before passing out was my daughter's warm, cum-soaked body as she crawled atop me.

  "That was wonderful, Daddy," she said in a drowsy voice. "I love you."

  "I love you too, kitten," I said, before kissing her forehead and drifting off to sleep.

  *

  Afterwards, I showed Charlotte the videos I had saved of her masturbating at the pool. She had suspected that something like that was there, and the thought of her daddy peeking in on her had given her masturbation sessions an exciting edge.

  These days, I don't have to just watch any more, but I still do. One of our favorite pastimes is for her to sunbathe nude, then masturbate to orgasm while I watch her on a live feed. Then, when she comes back in, I watch her in the shower while
she cleans herself thoroughly, getting herself nice and neat, and ready for me to dirty up all over again.

  I know that one day Charlotte will move away, or fall in love with another man, or simply get tired of our arrangement. But that's okay, because I've secretly set up some more cameras. These are my bedroom, and I've been recording our fuck sessions and saving them. As long as I have those, I'll be okay...

  Because Daddy likes to watch.

  About the Author: Penelope Wilson

  Penelope Wilson is a coffee addict, and erotica author. She writes erotic stories that have a focus on the taboo: Forbidden encounters between step relations, the fevered "No" that becomes a gasping "Yes!", and walks on the wild side with women that have a little something extra...

  Amazon has recently requested that I tone down the titles, covers, and descriptions of some of my works. Be assured, while the outside may be tamer than they were before, the contents are just as hot, and still as dirty!

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  BLACKMAILING HIS BABY by Jade K Scott

  Chapter One “Shh, Kyle!” Andrea hissed into her boyfriend’s ear. “My stepdad’s home! He’ll hear us!”

  “So what?” he scoffed. “You’re eighteen. He can’t do anything.”

  Andrea took a big swig from the bottle of Jack Daniels, making a face as the fiery liquid burned its way down her throat.

  “Mom said she’d kick me out if I fucked up again,” Andrea lamented.

  Kyle fondled Andrea’s bare breast, pinching the nipple. He shifted his body, allowing his hard cock to push into her thigh.

  “You feel that?” he breathed into her ear. “It wants you.”

  Andrea giggled.

  “Yeah?” she teased. “What does it want from me?”

  “It wants to fuck you,” he growled, humping her thigh, jabbing it sharply into her flesh.

  “Ow!” she squealed. “That hurt!”

  “I’ll show you hurt,” Kyle snarled, mounting her and maneuvering between her legs.

  She giggled as he lowered his head and licked the skin at the base of her neck, causing her to shiver. She felt his hardness pushing stiffly against the fabric of her panties.

  “I could give you a blowjob,” Andrea suggested.

  “I don’t want a blowjob,” he argued. “I want to fuck you.”

  “Kyle, you know I’m a virgin,” Andrea said firmly. “I told you, I don’t want to do it, yet.”

  “Why not?” Kyle whined. “We’ve been going out for six months!”

  “Five and a half,” Andrea corrected him.

  “Fine, five and a half,” he sighed. “That’s a long time for two people who are of legal age.”

  “Just because I’m eighteen doesn’t mean I’m ready,” she told him. “Besides, I thought you liked blowjobs.”

  “I do,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “But I love you, and I want to show you.”

  His lips touched the skin of her neck gently. He kissed slowly up her neck, stopping above her ear, allowing his warm breath to drift over it. Goosebumps erupted all over her body, causing her nipples to stiffen. She gasped, and her hips involuntarily thrust forward against his cock.

  Kyle took this as a sign she was ready. He hastily freed his cock from the bonds of his jeans and pushed aside her panties. The head of his dick began to push against her.

  “Stop,” she whispered.

  “Come on, you know you want it,” Kyle said, attempting to slip the head inside her.

  “No!” she hissed, pushing against him with both hands.

  “Please,” he begged. “I want you. I need you!”

  Again, he pushed forward, and she felt pressure mounting against her hymen. She winced, and with all her might, she pushed him off into the floor. He landed with a sharp thud.

  “Damn it, Andrea!” Kyle shouted.

  Andrea melted into a fit of giggles, and Kyle glared at her with rage building inside him. He got up, determined to mount her again.

  Before Kyle reached her, the door flew open. Kyle whirled around to see a very angry man standing behind him, his temples throbbing, and his nostrils flaring.

  “What the fuck are you doing in here?” the man shouted. “It’s two in the morning!”

  “I was just...” Kyle started to explain.

  The man looked down at Kyle’s penis, and Kyle flushed, struggling to pull up his pants and button them.

  “Get... out...” the man snarled, and Kyle tripped over himself as he scooted out the door and disappeared.

  A moment later, the front door slammed, and Andrea watched as his attention turned to her.

  “What are you doing, young lady?” he asked.

  “Daddy, I was just...” she started to say.

  “Just what? You’re half naked, you have a boy in your room with his penis hanging out everywhere, and...” he stopped to stare at the bottle of liquor in her hand, “you’re drinking again!”

  “Daddy, I...”

  “I’m calling your mother,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone.

  “No!” Andrea gasped. “Please don’t!”

  “Andrea, you know what your mother told you before,” he said, pressing buttons on the phone.

  “Stop!” she shrieked, jumping off the bed and reaching for the phone.

  She snatched the phone from his hand, but in the scuffle, she fell backward, landing on the bed. He sat beside her, attempting to take the phone away. His hand brushed against her bare breast, and he paused.

  “Please don’t tell Mom,” she begged, tears starting to stream down her cheeks. “Please! I’ll do anything!”

  “Anything?” he asked, noticing, for the first time, that his stepdaughter was wearing nothing but a pair of panties.

  “Yes, anything,” she confirmed.

  His mind reeled. Could he? Should he? Wouldn’t it be wrong? Wouldn’t it be taking advantage of her? His eyes traveled over her nearly naked body – over her pert little breasts, down her smooth, flat stomach, over the pubic mound that lay hidden by her silky panties. No, the crime would be in not doing it.

  “How much do you want me to not tell your mother?” he asked slyly.

  “Please, Daddy,” she begged, looking deep into his eyes. “I’ll do anything. Absolutely anything. I don’t have anywhere to go!”

  His hand paused just inches above her stomach. She said nothing, so he lowered it, resting it lightly over her belly. He looked up at her, waiting for her to yell at him, to tell him to stop. Still, she said nothing. She looked confused and frightened, but she was silent.

  Very slowly his hand slid upward. It made its way up to her ribcage, where he paused again, waiting for an objection. Then it traveled up, up until it cupped her breast.

  “What are you doing?” she gasped, and he flinched, but didn’t remove his hand.

  “You said you’d do anything,” he reminded her.

  “But...”

  “Anything,” he reminded her. “Of course, I could just call her now.”

  “No!” Andrea gasped.

  “Anything?” he asked.

  Her lips parted as if to object, but she closed them. She sighed heavily, and closed her eyes.

  His hand squeezed her breast, fondling it, feeling the nipple slightly stiff against his palm. He bent his head, taking the nipple between his lips and sucking i
t gently. His hand slid back down her stomach, pausing at the waistband of her panties for a moment before slipping inside.

  His hand stopped, cupping her pubic mound, feeling the soft tuft of hair. His middle finger inched forward cautiously, stopping right at her slit for a moment before sliding between her lips and pressing against her clit.

  She whined pitifully, a mere squeak, as a tear squeezed from her closed eyes and slipped down her cheek. His fingers prodded and probed her, and his wet tongue darted all over her breast. Still, she said nothing.

  His fingers spread apart her labia and slipped inside. She was slick and wet from her encounter with Kyle, and he pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth, tasting her wetness. He moaned, closing his eyes and savoring the sweetness.

  He slid off the bed and into the floor, grabbing the waistband of her panties and yanking sharply. She froze, but finally lifted her bottom to allow him to slid them down.

  She brought her knees together and let her legs hang off the bed. Her face flushed bright pink as she lay there naked in front of her stepfather. He put his hands on her inner knees as roughly pushed her legs apart. She squeaked.

  His hands slid slowly up the smooth skin of her inner thighs. His fingers pulled apart her lips, and he marveled at the beauty of the young, unadulterated pussy, which glistened temptingly before him. It was nearly bare, aside from the slight tuft of hair that covered her mound. The labia were slightly swollen and pink, and sparkling with her wetness. The pearly round head of her clit peeked out slightly from its hood, begging to be licked.

  He leaned forward, poking his tongue lightly into her cunt, tasting the sweetness of her juices. It was like ambrosia, the nectar of the gods. He’d never tasted anything so sweet or tempting in all his life. Slick with her wetness, his tongue slipped upward, sliding over her clitoris. Again, a squeak escaped her lips.