by Skye Darrel
Daddy’s Naughty List:
A Taboo Erotica
By Skye Darrel
Daddy’s Naughty List: A Taboo Erotica is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2018 by Skye Darrel
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Daddy’s Naughty List
“You’re definitely on my naughty list,” my stepdad says. He’s putting on his Santa costume in the living room as I watch.
Somehow, Daddy makes Santa look sexy. He straps on the fake belly, and I smirk. Daddy’s too handsome to pull off the Santa look—without a few accessories. Starting with the padding around his middle.
Every year, he dresses up for the neighborhood Christmas party. And every year, after he gets home, he sneaks in the back door and puts his present for me under the tree. I stopped going to that silly party years ago.
I turned eighteen last month, but a girl’s never too old for gifts!
“You’re not gonna give me a present, Daddy?”
Daddy puffs under his white beard. Fake of course. Underneath it's dark stubble and chiseled jaw. “I’ll give you something,” he says. “A naughty little girl needs a gift too. I’ll give you a big, thick—” he tips my chin up “—piece of coal.”
I pout and flicker my eyelashes. “Oh.”
Daddy frowns. “Your grades this fall were terrible, Emily. Study harder.”
“Very Grinchy, Daddy.”
Even through the beard he can’t hide his hot glare. “You want another gift?”
“Depends on what it is,” I say with a blush. Last month, I caught Daddy walking out of the shower. He’d left his towel in the laundry. His body rippled with muscles, and his hard cock stole my breath away. He wasn’t only showering, I’m sure. It’s been tense between us since.
Daddy holds my chin. “Stay out of trouble, baby girl.” He pats my butt and gets his gift bag. “I’ll be home at seven.”
My blush deepens. But I know how to get off his naughty list.
Thirty minutes before seven, I sip Daddy’s eggnog and watch my cookies finish in the oven.
Daddy makes a batch of eggnog every year. Always delicious but non-alcoholic. Still, something tastes different. My face feels warmer, and a pleasant buzz settles in my chest. Too much sugar? Worry later.
Every year, I bake a plate of cookies for Daddy Santa. I added a special ingredient this year—Vitatrol. A powder from my friend Esther that’ll make any guy happy—and very hard. I don’t know what it is exactly, but Esther’s a chem major. She knows her stuff. Better than Viagra, she told me, and without side effects. The stuff even smells good, like vanilla and cinnamon. Her boyfriend tried it once. His cock stayed hard for two hours—after coming five times.
It affects girls too. Differently.
“Don’t use more than a pinch,” Esther warned me with a wink, handing me a vial. “Whoever it’s for.”
Santa needs his cookies.
Five after minutes after seven, I hear the back door open. I hide behind the Christmas tree and peek through the branches. Daddy gets a cookie from the plate I set out. One bite. Then another. And he reaches for more.
He pulls off that beard and licks his lips.
I’m about to leap out and surprise him when I feel a sudden heat in my belly. I was already excited, thinking about how the powder would affect Daddy’s cock, but now my pussy throbs. I stumble out and moan.
Daddy spins around. “Emily?” He groans and holds his thighs. “Shit, something’s happening to me.”
“The cookies,” I gasp. But what’s happening to me?
Daddy stalks closer and tears off his jacket and padding. Eyes crazed with lust. “I can smell you,” he growls. “I can smell that wet pussy.”
I back up against the wall. My panties stick to my folds. The red dress I’m wearing feels too tight and too hot. My whole body blooms with heat. This can’t be normal.
“Ohhh, Daddy,” I moan. The sight of his tapered abs makes every sensation more intense. My girl parts are humming.
Daddy steps out of his pants and throws off the Santa hat. His unkempt hair adds to the wild look in his eyes. He pushes me against the wall. He hitches up my skirt and yanks down my top.
He pulls my panties aside.
“What a pretty little pussy,” he growls. “Pink and wet. Those tits are just ripe, baby girl.”
I blush hotly. “T-Thank you, Daddy.”
Squeezing my breast, he cups my pussy with his other hand, groping me, and his hard cock throbs on my skin.
Oh god. His body is even more delicious up close. Hard and rugged, warm to the touch. I shudder on his hand.
“What did you do, baby girl?”
I moan and arch, every inch of my skin buzzing. Words refuse to form in my mouth. All I feel is his throbbing hard cock sliding up my thigh.
“I put something in your cookies,” I gasp.
“Naughty little girl,” Daddy growls. He kisses my throat, and his hands dig into my hips. “Very naughty.”
Then I feel his cock grazing over my folds. “Daddy!”
“I’m not stopping,” he says. “I need this pussy.” He kisses my chin. “I know you saw me that time—”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper. “But I’ve never done it before.”
His eyes soften then harden. “You’ll do everything Daddy tells you.” He leans in. “Tonight, you’re going to be my little slut. The only thing I want to hear out of your pouty mouth is, ‘yes, Daddy,’ understand?”
I bite my lip. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
He rubs my swollen clit making me moan. His fingers glisten, and I’m embarrassed how wet I am. Daddy’s cock leaks a clear liquid too. Strands of it fall on my thigh. He rubs my smooth pussy, and the more I moan, the faster his finger moves. Faster and harder, pressing into me. Then he pinches my clit, and I squeal out loud. My hips buck back.
I want to touch his huge cock, but I’m afraid to.
He leans into my ear. “This naughty little pussy is mine. I’m taking your cherry, baby girl.”
Holding me by the waist, Daddy lowers me onto his hard cock. I wince as my folds pull apart, sliding around his cock head. Daddy thrusts into me. I toss my head back, holding my breath, the sudden force too much for my small body. I brace my hands on his abs, my ass mashed against the wall, one leg wrapped around his thigh, and the other rises on tiptoes as his cock pushes into me.
He stretches me open, his thickness shuddering inside me. Tears stream down my face, and Daddy stops and grimaces. He holds himself still. I look down to see my juices coating his shaft and my walls clench tighter.
“You okay, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. It feels . . . so much.”
He thrusts again making me cry out. “Such a tight little pussy. So wet, baby girl.”
“Daddy!”
He growls. “I need you, baby. I need to feel you around my cock. I want you to cum for me. Squeeze that pussy tight and cum on Daddy’s cock.” Leaning down, he drags his tongue along my jaw. “Show me what a good little cock slut you are.”
I buck forward at his words and sink to the base of his cock. Fire blazes through me, my walls clenching in waves. Our bodies are joined. I feel every inch of his thick cock tucked inside my channel. He’s claimed my virginity and so much more.
I’m lost in a haze of prickles and hot chills. I feel a trickling deep in my pussy, and my orgasm grows. What I’ve felt w
hen I touched myself pales to the heat surging in me now. The aching itch gnawing at my walls, stretched to the limit.
“Hang on, baby girl.”
He lowers me to the carpet, right next to the Christmas tree where I’ve opened so many presents over the years. He holds me by the ass, by the shoulder, his massive cock buried inside me. Not an inch slips out.
The itch inside me grows and grows, the feeling so sharp it’s painful. My world blurs at the edges and blears with sweat. Daddy ruts between my splayed legs. He won’t let me go. His hard weight pushes me into the carpet.
“Mine,” he grits out.
His cock feels even harder, pressing on that spot in my front wall.
I arch, my breasts mashed against his chest.
“Daddy,” I breathe. “I-I think I’m coming.”
“Not yet,” he says sternly. “Hold it a while longer. I want your first time to be perfect. I love you, baby.”
He tenses too. His muscles flex to the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Inside,” I gasp. “Cum inside me.”
“Nowhere else, baby girl. I’m marking your cunt.”
“Ohhh. Yes, do it, Daddy. I’m yours.”
“Cum on three.”
I moan. “What?”
His cock drags back on my walls and I scream in silence. He slams back in, squelching in my juices.
“One,” he says.
“Oh god.”
Another thrust that pumps even deeper. My hips buck and I clench my walls hard.
“Two,” he growls.
I tuck my legs up and squeeze every muscle. My hands slide around his narrow waist. I can scarcely breathe.
“Three.” His breath puffs on my mouth. “Three.”
I scream as he plunges to the balls. My body jerks and my pussy erupts, the orgasm ripping through me in a tide that drowns out the room. All I feel is his huge cock inside me, thick and hard, still moving from side to side. “Daaaddy!”
He pins me down as my legs thrash. Daddy keeps thrusting, his cock pumping in my sopping flesh, and he grunts out his release deep in my pussy. His cum floods me, oozing around his cock, soaking into my walls and womb. I feel his balls twitching on my asshole as his cock spews out hot seed.
“That’s a good little princess,” he says in my ear.
In climax, my arousal subsides a bit. I feel a stab of panic when I realize he really came inside me. I squirm and gasp, but Daddy shakes his head. “I’m not done, baby girl.”
His cum seeps out of me into the cleft of my ass, but his cock still throbs, rock hard and deep in my pussy.
I realize I’m still humming too. My clit tingles even as my walls clench. Daddy ate those cookies, but I didn’t . . .
My eyes fly open. “Did you put something in the eggnog?”
He squeezes my breasts as he kisses between my collarbones. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, baby. I’m never letting you go.”
I shove his shoulder. Daddy leans back, and he growls. Pouting, I squirm under him.
“Did you spike the eggnog, Daddy?” I can’t believe he would do such a thing. Even though I’ve been waiting for him to try a move since that day after his shower, I never expected this. “Did you?” I ask, my voice shrill.
He narrows his eyes, and his hands are still sliding down my body, squeezing everywhere. He explores my curves as his cock twitches in my channel. “You’re my little girl. I’d never do such a thing. I love you, baby.”
“So then . . . ”
Daddy pinches my nipple, twisting lightly. “Such pretty plump tits.”
“Daddy, I’m serious! I feel strange.” A strangeness I love, but strange. “What did you put in the eggnog?”
“The same as every year.” He squeezes my other breast. “I ran out of vanilla, so I used yours. You left a spice bottle in the kitchen cabinet. Does it taste better?”
My powder vial. Oh my god. Esther said the stuff also affected girls, but I feel like an animal in heat. “It tasted different,” I groan.
“What’d you put in the cookies, baby girl?”
He shifts his body, and I feel my pussy pop as his thick cock churns inside me.
“I’ll tell you later.”
“You’ve been a very bad girl,” he growls. “You made me lose control.”
I squeal as Daddy lies down and straddles me on his cock. I sweep my hair back and watch the shudders in his abs. “I didn’t know you were controlling yourself.”
He slaps my ass with both hands, then clutches my breasts. “Every day. I wanted to take this tight little cunt. You have no idea, baby.”
The heat in his eyes melts the last of my doubts. I belong with Daddy, and nothing has felt more wrong or right. I roll my hips and feel his cock tugging on my walls. Daddy flicks his thumb over my clit making me gasp.
“Ride my cock, baby. You’re getting another present this Christmas.”
I turn my hips forward and whimper. “Yes, Daddy.”
He bumps me on his cock, squishing between my walls. I ride the rhythm of his lust. Gritting his jaw, Daddy never takes his eyes off mine, and his fierce glare makes my heart lurch.
“Let me see those tits bounce, baby girl. Give Daddy a show while he fucks your little hole.”
Crude. Feral. Out of control.
I obey him to the letter, shaking my body, swinging my hair. My breasts sway as I clench around his cock.
“Good girl,” he growls. His hand falls to my swollen clit and he rubs me, flicks me.
I whimper, my juices slicking his thighs. I make a mess on Daddy’s abs. I cum again, but I hardly feel my climax—every movement brings a small orgasm. I’m drifting in one long orgasm that rushes through me. Pleasure streaks my brain, shudders shoot down my spine, and pleasure gnaws at my walls.
Daddy cums again and again, but his cock never softens. Our mingled cream leaks out of me with every burst.
The Christmas tree washes us in its warm glow, a reminder of the innocence he took from me. Daddy only feels harder as he bounces me on his cock.
I lose track of time.
“Baby girl, relax for me.” He’s still rubbing my clit. “This slick little cunt is so fucking tight.”
“I can’t!” With every orgasm, I tense again, writhing around his cock, squeezing him hard. “You’re too big,” I moan, rocking over his hips.
Daddy slaps my breasts, snapping me to alertness. I flinch. The flash of pain sharpens every sensation. He slaps me again, his palm whipping over my breasts until my nipples are flushed and swollen.
“You like that, baby? Daddy smacking your tits?”
“Oh god. Oh god, Daddy, I’m coming!”
I feel my juices pulse around his cock, a burning outburst from deep in my pussy. His balls hang against my asshole. The orgasm knocks me breathless, and I sag forward, holding his chest. Daddy pulls me down for a kiss. He didn’t cum with me this time.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m giving you what you need.”
Daddy hauls me off his cock and rests me on the sofa. He pries my thighs apart, glaring at my flushed folds. Then he puts his tongue there and rolls his thumb over my humming clit.
“You’re so wet, baby girl. So much honey.”
Daddy slobbers over my entrance, smearing our mingled sex all over my slit. My clit sticks up in a hard bud, glistening, and with every brush of his tongue, I suck in a sharp breath.
“Such a naughty little pussy.”
I shudder as his tongue slithers into me, as hungry as his cock. I hold my legs spread wide as Daddy tastes me. Then he leans back and dips his cock in my juices, his ruddy tip just between my swollen folds. No deeper.
I watch him and bite my lips together.
Grunting, Daddy strokes himself as he rolls his cock head in my cream. I focus on my breathing as pleasure threads up my belly. Daddy tenses and his cock jerks up. He shoots out an arc of cum that splatters my tummy. It’s the first time in an hour he’s released outside my body.
“My balls were going to burst,�
�� he growls.
Heat crawls up my neck. I’m lying under him with my most intimate place bared. He raised me. I remember how he held me in his arms after I broke up with my first boyfriend, right on this sofa, and now he’s holding his thick cock aimed at my pussy.
Daddy softens a little. The Vitatrol powder must be wearing off. He’s cum so many times already. Then he grabs another cookie and wolfs it down.
I bolt up on elbows. “What are you doing?”
“I was hungry.”
He shuts his eyes.
I see his huge cock turning solid again, and my tummy flutters. Fully erect, veins pulsing, it curves over my sex. The swollen head leaks a strand of cum that drizzles my folds. When he scoots forward, the beast between his thighs bobs obscenely.
His eyes flick open. “Tell me what you put in the cookies, baby girl.” He lets out a deep growl. “If you don’t, I’ll fuck your tight little pussy all night. Make you cum over and over until you beg me to stop.”
“Vitatrol,” I whisper. “Esther gave it to me.”
“What is it?”
I bite my lip and try to think of the word as Daddy leans back. He massages my feet, and I feel the shaking in his hands. The barely controlled lust surging through his body.
“Aphrodisiac,” I blurt out. “Esther got it from her pharmacy internship. It’s like Viagra, except . . . ”
Daddy kisses my big toe and rubs under my sensitive feet. I moan. Even the gentlest touch sends jolts through my body.
“Except what?” he says.
“It’s more powerful. And it works in girls too.” My blush gets hotter. “I hid it in the cabinets, Daddy. In a glass vial. It smells like vanilla and cinnamon.”
He grunts. “So. That’s what I put in your eggnog.”
I nod shyly, stealing glances at his hard cock. “That’s why we’re like this.”
“No, baby girl. We’re like this because we need each other. A pill can’t change that. Makes it better. Maybe.”
“I only wanted off your naughty list, Daddy.”
He lowers my legs and sits beside me. “You want off my naughty list?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Take that dress off.”