Rough Daddy Dirty

by Dick Daughters

  Mom left my side and went to mingle with some of our guests. This was their party, not mine. If it was a college party, there’d be kegs and naked people by now. This was a group of polite people juggling plates of snacks in one hand and a drink in the other, making small talk about nothing interesting.

  Chad worked his way back to me at some point and whispered, “Meet me in the laundry room,” and then disappeared.

  CHAPTER 2

  Glancing over my shoulder, I made sure it was clear when I slipped out of the living room. I finagled my way through the kitchen and then back to the laundry room, closing the door behind me.

  “Your mom and dad are locked in a conversation with Millie, and that woman can talk. We’ve got at least a good ten minutes,” he smiled.

  I grinned and lifted my dress, dancing with the tulle between my fingers.

  “More here than I thought,” I giggled, shifting more material up, hitching it as I went.

  Chad knelt down between my legs and pressed his nose to my wet panties.

  “You smell so good,” he said, lust in his voice. He was desperate for a taste.

  Sliding the material to the side, he buried his face in my sweetness. Lifting my leg up over his shoulder, I pushed my hips into him, letting him sink his tongue deeper up into me.

  “Has anyone seen Chad, I need him and Richard to run to the grocery store?” It was Mom’s voice heading through the kitchen.

  We froze, making sure not to make a sound.

  She seemed to move back to the living area, and we sighed with relief. “We better go,” I whispered.

  “Just one more minute,” he begged, before pushing his tongue back into me.

  I squirmed on his face, and as he pushed his tongue in and out, I started grinding into him.

  “That’s my girl,” he said quietly, and as I came, I sucked in air so I wouldn’t moan loudly.

  Standing up, he smiled and then quickly slipped out of the laundry room, leaving me there to catch my breath. I heard him turning on the faucet to wash the evidence off his face.

  “Oh, there you are,” she said, back in the kitchen again. “Somebody spilled the ice we bought, and I need to get more. Richard has been drinking so I was hoping you’d go with him to get some more at the grocers.”

  “Sure, sure…” he paused, “I was just splashing my face with some cool water,” he said. “It feels warm in here. Are you warm? I should check the temperature.”

  “I’m fine,” she shrugged, “but you’re messing up the carpet,” she whined.

  “Right, I’ll get on it,” he said following her out of the kitchen. Dad and Chad left soon after. The grocers was about five minutes away so I expected Chad would be back soon.

  When the coast was clear, I opened the door and went to the fridge. Grabbing a soda, I plopped down at the kitchen table to catch my breath.

  John walked in.

  “There you are. I’ve been looking for you pretty girl,” he smiled, and had the bravado of one too many beers in his system.

  “What are you doing in here all alone? You should come out and join the fun,” he said.

  “It’s a little mellow for my taste,” I grinned, “but then again, I’m used to college keg parties.”

  “Fun times,” he winked. “I remember those days, but it’s been awhile. I could use some fresh air,” he started, “care to join me for a few minutes?”

  I shrugged, “Sure, why not.”

  CHAPTER 3

  I stood and we walked out back to the deck. The night air was picking up a bit of a chill, with autumn now fully in play.

  “So who’s the lucky guy,” he asked, “that gets your attention?”

  “I don’t have anyone special,” I said.

  “No boyfriend, how does a woman as gorgeous as you end up without a boyfriend?”

  I blushed, “John, are you flirting with me?”

  “I guess I am,” he grinned. “Silly, old fool that I am.”

  “I think you’re drunk,” I smiled politely.

  “Maybe just a little buzzed, certainly not drunk,” he corrected.

  He moved a little closer. “You are gorgeous,” he said leaning in a little bit. Just as he started to lean in too close, checking to see if I was feeling what he was, I slipped away.

  “I’m flattered, but it’s probably not the smartest thing to do. Dad wouldn’t be thrilled to find you hitting on his daughter,” I said as I walked back into the house, leaving him standing there.

  I felt a little fire in my belly. John was handsome and maybe on another day I’d have kissed him, but my mind was still on Chad and what happened in the laundry room. I wanted more of him. I ached to feel him penetrate me, and at that moment, nobody else could hold my attention.

  The night ended on a low note, nothing exciting happened after our little tryst, but I knew there was always later. When mom and dad fell asleep before he did, he’d often come crawl into my bed for a little while. But it was a random event, rarely planned, I hoped he’d show up.

  I remember the first time he touched me; the spark that erupted between us couldn’t shut down the chemistry that was spilling out everywhere. I was vacuuming and had on short shorts. I bent over in front of him, thinking nothing of it, just trying to get under the coffee table, and he reached out and stroked me. I gasped, sucking air, and froze.

  His hand drew from my bottom to between my thighs. I dropped the vacuum onto the floor and spread my legs wider. It happened so quickly, so automatically and soon his fingers were groping me from behind. Standing up, he pulled me back into an embrace and was nuzzling, kissing my neck, his hand sliding up under my shorts, desperately pushing my panties aside, his fingers working to get inside of my wetness.

  I don’t know how or why it happened, but once it did, there was no stopping us. That was two years ago. Every chance we got, we continued our hot little affair. We’d grown brazen a few times, but tried to take precaution.

  Now he waited for my parents to fall asleep, before crawling into my bed. Sometimes I’d meet him at a local motel, so we could be as loud and nasty and fuck savagely, but when he was in my bed at night, I had to stifle my moans and only whimper with pleasure.

  I heard my doorknob turn, and I rolled over. I smiled seeing him creeping into my room.

  “I can’t stay long,” he whispered.

  CHAPTER 4

  Lifting the covers, I invited Chad into my bed.

  I slipped my panties off, down and over my thighs. He climbed between my legs, and hovered there for a moment. Holding his cock in his hands, he stroked it before pushing between my legs, penetrating me. Knowing it had to be quick…he entered me earlier than he usually did and his first penetration into me hurt a little more than it usually did. I felt my lips being stretched wide open around his long thick cock as he forced it inside my barely wet cunt.

  He began pumping into me and I got wetter and wetter. I watched him over me, pumping in and out and suddenly I felt a surge run through me. I clasped my legs around his waist and tipped my hips so he could plunge in even deeper into my young wet hole.

  Reaching below, I let my finger rub circles on my clit, and he continued to fill me, in and out, in and out, and his pace quickened. I knew he was getting close, and hastened my movements.

  “Put your finger in my ass,” I whispered, aching for just a push further over the edge.

  Popping his finger in his mouth to moisten, he found my hole and gently pressed it into me. I started panting, feeling myself hitting my edge with his dick in my pussy, his finger in my ass, and my own hand rubbing my clit. As my explosion rocketed through my body, his own orgasm came full force. He gripped the sheets below me and grunted as quietly as he could, letting his cum spill out of him deep into my body.

  It was our dirty little secret, him climbing into my bed at night, me doing him, and then he slipped back under the covers in the guest room, leaving my parents completely unaware.

  CHAPTER 5

  I overslept
the next morning, but woke with a smile. I let my hands roam over my body, delicately tracing my curves. I stopped at my breasts and rolled my nipples between my fingers. I smiled thinking of last night’s rendezvous and finally rolled out of bed. I may need a little extra time with the shower massager this morning. A little extra attention between my legs would start my day off right.

  After a long, lazy shower, I stumbled down to find some breakfast. Both Mom and Dad had left for work, so the house was quiet. I popped my birth control pill and settled in with a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice.

  Looking over at the laundry room door, I smiled remembering the events of the previous evening. I knew this couldn’t go on forever, but I was enjoying him while I could, and living at home made things more convenient. I wondered when the guilt would hit. I knew it would, at some point I’d feel badly that I did this to parents.

  It’s like my carnal desires overtook my common sense. Logic was no longer present, and all I wanted was to consume him, touch him, taste him, and feel him deep inside of me. I shook my head, trying to push the bad thoughts out of my mind, and got up to distract myself. When I took the time to actually think about it, I knew it was wrong. I should stop…and yet, the second he was back in my sights, I wanted him all over again.

  I got the text just as I was leaving the kitchen.

  ‘Golden Lodge, 2pm’.

  I smiled and sent back a simple ‘yes’.

  The day just took a turn for the better, and I knew that at 2pm, I’d not only be seeing Chad, but we’d be spending an hour naked and tangled in each other’s arms.

  He sent me a cryptic room number, usually just the number backwards so that I could find him, but if someone were to find it, they’d see the wrong number.

  When I walked in he was smiling a Cheshire grin.

  “I stopped at the adult store and picked up some toys for you.”

  “Really?” I smirked, excited to see what he had bought for me.

  Picking up the bag, he pulled out a vibrator that had a second tip on it for clitoral stimulation.

  “I thought you might enjoy this,” he said.

  I fondled the box which housed the toy, “Very nice.”

  As he reached back into the bag, he pulled out a set of Ben Wa balls.

  “I’d like you to put these in and think of me when we finish here today,” he smiled. “You’ll need to keep them in place until I collect them from you this evening.”

  My eyebrow arched, “That long?”

  “That long,” he said seriously. “I think you might enjoy the experience.”

  He was pulling his shirt off, and as I undressed, I watched him. He wasn’t the hardest body I’d ever seen, he wasn’t the most attractive man in the world, but he held my heart and always made me feel so good. I didn’t know how I’d been drawn in so tightly, but I wasn’t ready to let go.

  Moving closer to me, his fingers hooked into the elastic of my panties and slipped underneath. “Let me help you,” he smiled.

  I loved when he touched me, and as his fingers pulled at the material, his other hand slowly stroked my pussy. Closing my eyes, I got lost in the feeling of his teasing, and stepped out of my panties as he dropped them to my ankles. Each and every movement of his fingers set me on fire. My desire was bursting at the seams, and I was ready to let loose.

  “Lay back,” he said, directing me to the bed. His fingers ran along the length of my thigh and then found my slit again. Spreading my legs, he leaned in closer and breathed in my scent. Pushing a finger into me, his tongue circled my clit.

  “Don’t stop,” I whimpered – it felt so good. Electricity was running through me, as his face pressed in closer.

  Sliding a second finger inside, he played in my wetness and soon I was panting.

  He backed up and stood, “I don’t want you to cum this way,” he said reaching for the boxed vibrator.

  Unwrapping the package, he pulled it out and popped the small battery into the proper compartment. Clicking the button, it revved to life with a nice humming sound.

  Smiling, he brought it to my juicy box and started to insert it. As he inched it in deeper and deeper, the nub that moved against my clit finally reached its target. With the vibration inside of me, far inside, and the extra stimulation on my button, I was soon writhing on the bed, moaning and letting go.

  My moans turned to groans, and my voice pitched. I felt the rolling wave about to crest, and as the orgasm hit, I yelped out with pleasure.

  He moved it around, in and out, and then held it firmly to my clit until I burst again. I was gushing wet, and as he pulled the vibrator from me, he moved his mouth close to lick up my juices as they leaked from me.

  “Mmm, that felt so good,” I cooed.

  Climbing up over me, he smiled and with his hand on his cock, he found my slit and pushed inside of me. Pressing in slowly, as his hips met mine; he wrapped me in his arms and rolled us over so that I was on top.

  I leaned up and bounced on his dick, pushing down hard with each thrust so I’d feel him fully inside. Tipping up, he thrust towards me, as I pressed down.

  My tits swayed with each movement. His hand came up and pawed one of them, squeezing.

  “Come here,” he said pulling me towards him.

  Sucking a nipple into his mouth, he thrust again from below. I shifted my hips, grinding into him, and circled them around a few times, before lifting with my thighs and coming back down again.

  Finally releasing my breast from between his lips, I sat back up and groaned as I sped up my movements.

  “That’s my girl,” he whispered, watching me move. “Play with yourself,” he added quietly.

  Reaching down, I fingered my clit while he continued plunging from below. I was bucking into him, and as the first wave hit me, I felt my liquid slipping down and around us. I cried out with pleasure, aching for another orgasm. My fingers remained fastened to my clit, and rubbing my sensitive nub, I hit my peak. Yelling out, I leaned down and grabbed onto him and bit into his shoulder hard.

  Hearing and seeing me cum, set him off, and soon his own orgasm was spraying up and inside of me. His grunt preceded the stream, and together we collapsed side by side. My breathing was heavy, and my heart racing. Calming down, I smiled softly as he wrapped his arm over me.

  On recovering, we played a little longer, but he had to get back to work, so we finally had to clean up. After a quick shower together, he helped me slip the Ben Wa balls up into my tight box. I felt them rolling about inside, the smaller ball inside the larger one. Each movement had the balls swaying, and I sucked air not knowing how I’d make it through the day without having multiple orgasms. Not a bad day to look forward to, but tiring none the less.

  He gave me a sweet kiss and then headed out the door.

  I sat on the bed a few moments longer and thought about the afternoon’s events. At least we’d still have hotels when I moved out. I finished dressing, feeling the movement of the toys inside of me, and collected my new vibrator, stuffing it into my purse. I wasn’t ready to give him up…not just yet.

  My Dad will be mad if he ever find out about me and Chad but I just can’t let it go.

  THE END

  Father’s Gang-Boss & 2 Biker Brothers Menage

  Taking Daughter Inside Dark Family Club – MMMF Harem Foursome Explicit Sex Group Short Story

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  Rough Male Penetration 3

  LISA EROTCIA

  Table of Content

  My Father’s Gang Boss & 2 Biker Brothers Menage- Taking his Daughter Inside the Dark Family Club – MMMF Harem Explicit Sex Group Short Story

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  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 t
he author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.

  CHAPTER 1

  Nevaeh wandered into her parents’ home and threw her purse on the couch. She had been out shopping for an outfit to wear to her upcoming nineteenth birthday celebration. Normally she didn’t have much interest in celebrating birthdays. Part of that was because of her family. When she was little, she had parties every year. Her mother, Angie often invited the kids of her own friends and kids of her husband’s friends, but normally her school pals didn’t get asked to attend. That was cool, though, she understood why. And her best friend and neighbor, Bria, was always there so it really didn’t matter all that much to her. Bria’s father, Clyde was the leader of a motorcycle club, Nevaeh’s Dad, Frank was a gang member also. A lot of things about Bria’s and Nevaeh’s life were different growing up with these bikers.

  Bria was already twenty. For her nineteenth birthday she had been officially initiated into the biker’s club. She was the youngest woman in the club thus far.

  Nevaeh would always hound her to tell her what it was like to be initiated, but Bria tried to keep a tight-lip on what she had to do. But eventually folded and open up somewhat to her about it. She told Nevaeh that it was a rough experience to say the least. She had agreed to surrender herself to the bikers so she could be taken by many of them all at once. Her virgin holes were stretched and filled with cocks from every angle. Bria would always commented that it was scary at first and blushed when she added that without a doubt it was one of the best experience she’s ever had in her life.