Rough Daddy Dirty

by Dick Daughters

  He pushed inside her and felt how tightly her pussy gripped his cock. She moaned and then whimpered as he pushed deeper inside her. He groaned. She was so much tighter and wetter than his wife. It was clear she loved the way he was treating her.

  Eleanor couldn’t believe how good it felt to have Paul’s cock in her. She had wanted to be fucked for quite some time but had never found someone she was attracted to, except for Paul who was always there for her. She loved the idea of fucking an attractive older man. His body was toned and fit and he had a full head of thick, dark hair. His cock was perfect. It was long and thick, but not so huge that it hurt her more than she had anticipated it would. She whimpered a little when he ripped through her cherry but now that that was done she loved how full and stretched her cunt felt.

  Then, she felt Paul’s hand moving around to her front. He was taking her from behind but he was using his fingers to work her clit. It was already hard as a little nugget and extremely sensitive but the sensation of him stroking and pinching it while he fucked her was almost too much for Eleanor to bear. She started moaning louder and louder as he began to fuck her harder and harder.

  Now she knew why she heard his wife screaming and moaning with pleasure when Paul fucked her, the night she had stayed over his place last year.

  “Paul, I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to swallow your cum,” she said, but Paul shook his head.

  “Paul, I’m not on any birth control. I could get pregnant if you cum inside me,” she whimpered.

  Paul just held her hips down in place and began to fuck her harder and more quickly. It had been so long since he had been bareback that he had almost forgotten how good it felt. Her slit was warm, moist and welcoming and he could feel her need and her arousal. He needed to fill her with his cum.

  “You tried so hard to get into my pants and now that I’m in you, you’re going to let me use you like I want; not how you want. You need to learn, if you’re going to serve someone at work that you do what they tell you, when they tell you and how they tell you to do it.” He groaned and worked her clit harder until she stopped talking and began to groan louder and louder.

  Finally, he felt a gout of hot fluid as she squirted all over his cock. It felt so good that it brought about a matching orgasm in Paul.

  Eleanor moaned as she felt him begin to fill her pussy with a gallon of his pent up cum.

  She knew that it was a time of the month that she was fertile and she knew that Paul wasn’t fixed. She knew that it was very likely that Paul fucking her would end up in a baby nine months from now.

  A few thrusts later and he groaned and pulled out of her. She could feel his seed dripping from her body. It was oddly erotic.

  She pulled her skirt down and kicked her panties under the desk. She tidied her hair and then looked at her stepfather’s boss.

  “Did I do well for my first day on the job?”

  “You certainly did princess. Now, it’s just a matter of brushing up on some other skills that might come in handy and then I think you will be all ready to start your new job. Now, let’s get back to work, shall we?”

  Taboo Bdsm Big Rough Man’s House Woman’s Innocence Taken First Time Explicit Sex Story

  Hard Older Male & Innocent Younger Female

  Untouched Fertile Brats

  ABBEY PERRY

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  Everyone has a little Taboo. What’s yours?

  ~Publisher’s Note ~

  Copyright © 2019 Abbey Perry

  All rights reserved. No portion of the book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

  All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.

  A previous version of this book was originally published under a different penname by another distributor. The book has since been unpublished and revised to reflect the requirements of the current distributor.

  Table of Content

  Taboo Bdsm Big Rough Man’s House Woman’s Innocence Taken First Time Explicit Sex Story

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 1

  Craig’s dark, twisted taste had always been a secret to the public’s eye. To the regular world he seemed like just Craig, behind his doors he mastered applying cruelly delicious pain. This was the night, the delicate virgin, Esther would find out that she will pay dearly for her intrusive actions. It all started with Esther wanting to play a game of poker, this is how it all went.

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  Esther looked down at the cards on the table in front of her and felt a sense of hopelessness wash over her. She had been reading a book on how to play poker and the rules seemed so complicated. She had watched her friends playing different versions during lunch almost every day when she had been in high school but she had never had much of an interest. Because of that, the rules just seemed like they flowed out of her memory every time she tried to play.

  Now, though, she was going to a friend’s party and they were going to be playing poker. It was the last party of the season before they all headed off to college and it was shaping up to be one hell of an event. All of the cool kids from the area were going to be there and there was going to be a bunch of poker tables set up. Everyone was expected to play. The party had been planned for weeks and was pretty much the only thing that Esther and her friends had been talking about.

  Over the past week or so, Esther tried desperately to figure out how to play poker. She knew that some people had the mind for cards and others did not. She was starting to think that she fell into that second category. She tried reading books and websites about the game and felt lost and confused. There were so many different variations on the rules and she just couldn’t seem to figure out what to do.

  When books hadn’t seemed to help, Esther tried to play online. She had been told by some of her friends that there were websites where you could learn how to play and she had sought them out. It really hadn’t ended up helping either. Esther found it confusing to be able to see the other hands and still could not seem to get the hang of how you bet or how to choose the right cards to get the best hand possible. She watched her online pool of “chips” dwindling away and had not been able to figure out how to slow down how quickly she was losing them.

  Esther rang her best friend’s, Kim’s, doorbell and got no answer. She rang it again and still no answer. She went to the side entrance and the side door was locked. She peeped inside and inside seemed empty. She wondered where Kim could have been. She knew Kim’s family would sometimes leave their front door key under the mat and so went back around to try. The key was there and she decided to let herself in and wait for Kim.

  While waiting in the empty house she decided to grab a few decks out of Kim’s father’s, Craig’s, poker set and try to deal a few hands to see if she could at least figure that out. But upon entering Craig’s room she could instantly sense that there was something strange about his room. Everything was neat and in place as he always kept his stuff but there was a half opened door that she had never noticed before.

  It seemed to have been a secret or hidden door beside the closet. She went closer to the door, immediately after the door was a long flight of steps that led to somewhere dark and looking like an eerie dungeon.

  Kim cowardly and carefully took small hesitant steps down the stairs into the belly of the darkness. At the end of the flight of stairs was a wooden door painted in black and two bar of solid iron ran across the top and bottom of the door. She rest her feeble hand on the heavy wooden door and it did not budge. She tilted her bodyweight into her push and the loud echoing creak of the door made her jump back a
nd hug herself in a whimper. She looked up to the pale pocket of light she could see at the top of the stairs, she should run back up to safety, she thought, but curiosity was getting the best of her.

  She stuck her slender neck in beyond the door and fear bit into her flesh hard with large fangs. Goosebumps were risen along her forearm. The room was pitch dark and very intimidating. She could not see her own hand when she held it up in front of her face. She used the flashlight on her phone to see what exactly was in this creepy chamber.

  The ceiling was a lot higher than in the regular rooms. She shone the light around observing the unpainted walls had iron shelves with black boxes neatly packed on each. Some of the shelves had masks beside these boxes. Latex suits hung from the ceiling along with a black leather swing that hung to about the height her waist was. Instantly she had an idea of what this place was. There were contraptions or machines on the raw floor that looked like medieval torture devices. The machinery were simple and made of mostly cold hard iron. A monstrous one in the center with a horse flogger attached to the side. Esther was confused and terrified at the same time as a delicious thrill of bondage flickered through her dirty mind. She scuttled out the room like a scared mice.

  Kim’s father was supposed to be gone for a good part of the day. Esther hoped that she would be able to figure the poker game out before she was discovered and had to admit that she was hopeless. That was something she never wanted to have to do. But the greater portion of her mind was preoccupied with dark sexual thoughts about Craig’s private chamber. Could he really be a Dom? A dominant?

  Esther had favored BDSM stuff for a long time now. It was the stuff that turned her on. She had always toyed with the idea of being dominated, used like a slut and humiliated but had never thought she would actually meet a Dom in real life. Moreover to have known him most of her life. Her best friend’s father.

  She felt her body reacted to the thought of Craig tying her arms and legs with ropes to a wooden chair. The hair at the nape of her neck prickled. She sighed and tried to distract herself from her sexy thoughts.

  She grabbed the poker book she had signed out of the public library and shuffled the cards. The deck felt huge and unwieldy in her small hands. Esther was very petite and had a slender body that was just over five feet tall. She fumbled the cards clumsily as she shuffled the pack and a couple of the cards shoot out the side of the deck and went flying to the shine marble tile. She picked them up with a sigh and stuck them back in the pack of cards. Finally, after trying to make sure they were well mixed, she dealt out four hands according to the instructions in the book. She picked a hand and flipped it over, then stared at the cards in confusion. She had no idea what she was doing.

  “Everything is easier once you have a little coffee in your system,” Esther said to herself and headed for the kitchen, leaving the cards scattered untidily on the table.

  She had just started the coffee maker and was grabbing a mug when she heard the front door open. She figured it must be Kim.

  A moment later, she heard Craig’s assertive, deep voice echoing through the living room. Not what she expected. Now she was home alone with Kim’s daddy. Not only that, she had went into his personal belongings and took out his cards and snuck into his private chamber.

  Now, he was home and there was no time to go back out and collect up the cards. Esther winced as she heard him coming up the stairs. The last thing she wanted was for him to give her his stern discipline stare for what she was trying to do.

  CHAPTER 2

  Esther heard Craig pause in the living room and she could tell he was looking at the untidiness on dining room table. Then, Craig came into the kitchen. Esther concentrated on pouring and mixing her coffee and tried to appear nonchalant but she could tell that she was obviously blushing. She hated the fact that her skin was so pale. Every time she was the least bit embarrassed she would turn a deep red color. Esther was hoping that she could just get out of the kitchen and collect up the cards without Craig making a big deal out of what he had seen. He can be a prick sometimes about things not being in place.

  “Can you get me a coffee too,” it didn’t sound like a question or request, it sounded like an order. His voice was deep and low and it seeped through Esther every fiber. Esther loved hearing his voice. She found him very attractive but his voice was a huge trigger for her. She remembered the first time Kim had brought her home and she met Craig. She had heard him talking before she had seen him and had felt a tingle deep within her body at the mere sound of his baritone voice. It had taken her a little while to be comfortable being around him, not because he wasn’t kind, but because Esther had found him so attractive. Who would have figured him to be a sadist?

  “Sure, Craig, I can do that.”

  Esther pulled out a second mug and poured coffee into it. She could tell that there was more that Craig wanted to say to her, but he had always been a man of few words, so she decided to bite the bullet.

  “Uh, Craig, I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed some of your cards. I’m trying to learn how to play poker and I’m not having a lot of luck.”

  “You went into my room?” Craig studied her body language closely.

  “Yeah, just to get the cards.” She said matter-of-factly.

  Esther picked up the mug nonchalantly and walked over to where Craig was unbuttoning one of his white shirt sleeves and rolling it up his hairy muscular forearm. His eyes followed her still without blinking. He then leaned against one of the kitchen counters, his forearms matted with dark hair crossed over his broad chest.

  Craig took the mug from Esther’s hand and looked at her. His daughter’s best friend was wearing pink sweatpants and a white t-shirt that both had a leopard pattern ‘V’ sewn on to them. Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun and her large, green eyes were sparkling through her burgundy-framed nerdy glasses.

  “I like the way you’ve tied up your hair.” He flashed her a devilish smile.

  The words ‘tie up’ flashed Esther’s mind right back to his dark chamber and butterflies wings fluttered in her tummy. She had a slight look of embarrassment on her round face and pronounced cheekbones. She really wanted to ask him about his chamber.

  He thought she looked hot and sexy in her casual outfit that could pass for her sleep clothes. Her t-shirt material was thin and slightly see-through, he couldn’t see any shade of bra under her tee, just the shade of her nude skin. He shifted position so that she wouldn’t see the bulge that was starting to form in his tight fitting trousers.

  “Yeah, I think I can teach you.” His eyes were staring at me intently. “What’s the problem? Is it that you can’t figure out the rules? And why the sudden interest in poker? You’ve never been a fan of card games before.”

  Craig took a sip of his hot coffee and waited to see what Esther had to say.

  “Well, I haven’t ever really liked card games but there is this party coming up and all my friends are going to be playing poker there. It’s like a last big bash before we all go off to college. It’s supposed to be a poker party and I just can’t figure out the game. I’ve been trying to memorize the rules, but there are all of these different variations and weird rules and I just can’t get the hang of it.”

  “Oh, I see.” He took another sip, looking over the brim of his cup at the imprint her perky young tits made in her thin white t-shirt. Her large round nipples were very conspicuous against the light material and they were pointing at him as if he was being held at gun point.

  “Yeah, I don’t want my friends to laugh at me and so I want to learn how to play. Can you please show me how?” Esther wrapped her hands around her coffee mug, the warmth permeating through her palms as she looked up at Craig. She was trying not to show how much she wanted him to help her.

  “Sure. Let’s go out into the dining room and have a peek at what you’ve done so far.”

  Craig wrapped his strong arms around Esther’s narrow feminine shoulders being careful not to drop all of its weigh
t on her. Her frame was so tiny and delicate in comparison to his large frame and he didn’t want to crush her. They both wandered out into the dining room coffee in hand.

  CHAPTER 3

  They stared down at the table. “Do you know what kind of poker they are going to be playing or do you want some general rules?”

  “Well, just general I think.”

  “Ok, basically, you need to learn what combinations of cards are worth the most, and you need to learn how to act like your cards are neither very good, nor very bad. If you can make it so that people don’t know what your cards are like, you’re going to do very well at this game.”

  Craig flipped each of the hands over one by one and started teaching them to Esther.

  Then, after a while, they moved on to which cards to keep and which to discard so that her hand would get better. He talked to her a little about betting and how to bluff and Esther found it hard not to react one way or another at the cards that she had in each of the hands that she had been dealt. It felt like the lesson went on for hours and Esther found that her concentration was starting to wander away to his chamber over and over. She needed to know more but how could she bring it up? She weren’t supposed to be in his room moreover in his chamber. Craig could tell that she wasn’t as focused on what they were doing and he decided to switch tactics a little.

  “Hey, let’s grab some lunch and then we can try playing a hand or two. I have a fun idea. We could try betting to make the game more interesting.”

  “What do you want to bet?” She asked.

  Craig looked over at Esther. She looked relaxed and happy now because even though she was having trouble focusing, she was starting to get the hang of the game more than she had before. Her eyes were sparkling and her cheeks were flushed. He loved the way she looked when she was happy.