Daddy's THICK TABOO collection (20 books from Horny House Series)

by Adrian Amos

  “You need to relax, babygirl. You're already getting fucked, so you might as well let it happen. This is what you want after all.”

  I'd tell him hell no, but I know it'd be a lie. I never thought once about taking a cock up my ass, but the further daddy pushes in—oh so slowly—the more my cunt get wet. Wetter and wetter with every inch, the feeling of being dominated completely urging my own arousal on. It might actually feel better than when he was inside my pussy!

  I grunt as daddy's dick pushes in, and then stops, giving me a moment of respite to collect myself, before proceeding and diving in further up my ass. I grip the wall, bracing as my body adapts to the pain, slowly transforming it into a perverted pleasure. A soft, entirely different pleasure than when he was inside my pussy, one surrounded by pain, but pleasure none the less. But it's the pain at first that amps up my arousal.

  When daddy's cock penetrates me fully, I let out a whimper of joy, one constructed by the satisfaction of having him inside me, proud that I took his entire cock without crying, and excited at what's about to happen to me.

  The anticipation is met by daddy's cock throbbing inside me. I can feel every little motion of him in my tight ass, even the blood pumping through his cock, enlarging him ever so slightly, enough to produce sensation inside me. When he squeezes his cock, I moan, the first sign that pleasure has overtaken pain in defining my ravishment.

  “Shit, babygirl. That ass is so fucking good, it's so fucking warm.” He slaps my ass, causing his cock to ricochet around inside me, provoking a strong wave of pleasure and pain. “You ready?”

  I swallow, my throat dry and unresponsive. All I can do is turn to the side and nod against the wall.

  Daddy begins to pull his cock out gently, taking his sweet time as my ass closes around the empty space. When his head is about to breach my opening, he turns around and pushes back in, reopening me. This insertion is hounded by far more pleasure than pain, sharply shooting it throughout my body.

  When his cock meets the end of my ass, I shudder, the well of pleasure from before returning. Holy shit! Is this really going to be enough to fuck an orgasm out of me? The anticipation returns as I focus on the bliss amassing in me.

  Daddy pulls out again, faster this time as he allows me to adjust to his massive girth. The next stroke is even more pleasure than pain, and it takes only a few more thrusts before I'm so loose I feel only the purest pleasure, as if his dick were fucking me in my pussy.

  But far, far more intense!

  When my moans start to come unbidden, daddy takes it as a sign to really give me the business. His thrusts pick up, his cock severing me fiercely. The rush of pleasure comes at regular intervals as daddy's long cock slides in, then out, then in, then out, the strain of his thickness felt with every pass through.

  “Oh god, daddy!”

  “There ya go, babygirl. You don't even give a fuck if you get fired now. You just know you love it in the ass.”

  “Yes, daddy, yes, fuck my ass.”

  I can hear him biting his lip, growling, “Yeah, you fucking take it. You take it like a nasty slut. Take this huge dick up your ass.”

  His words spark my arousal and I feel the urge to release barreling down on me. In a couple more thrusts, it ends, firing waves of pleasure as my muscles spasm uncontrollably. My lower back billows as my body reacts to my pounding. I twist and twitch, bellowing as my orgasm rumbles through me.

  It's enough to extract from daddy the last bit of his energy. “Oh fuck, take this load, baby!”

  I groan as daddy rams his dick up my ass, speeding up to the culmination of his desire. With a series of grunts, daddy shoves his dick all the way in, holding it there.

  “Yeah, daddy, yeah! Come inside me!”

  Daddy explodes inside, his dick throbbing as pulses of seed spill into me. His warm cum shoots up into my ass, coating my walls in goopy liquid. I can feel every single shot that fires out of him through the expansion of his cock. Half a dozen loads are deposited in my ass, filling me as daddy gives me a few more complimentary thrusts before eventually dying out himself.

  When daddy backs away, his cock plopping out of my ass, he quickly lifts my leotard. He pulls it between my ass cheeks, which causes a huge wad of his cum to land right in the panties.

  “Daddy!”

  He pulls out the fabric and adjusts it along my ass. He lifts the straps up and puts them back on my shoulders, redressing me.

  But as I turn around and look in the mirror, there's a huge white stain on the leotard that continues to grow as my ass continues to push out more cum.

  “Daddy, you ruined my uniform!”

  “I told you: a guy that fucks you in the bathroom only wants to humiliate you. He wants the whole world to know you're a slut. Imagine if he did that to you in the middle of your shift. Are you going to walk around with cum all over your ass?”

  I blush, my eyes downcast. I reach down and touch it, a wet, white concoction sticking to my hand as I pull away.

  “Don't touch it,” he says. “You're going to wear that uniform for another thirty minutes. You need to learn your lesson and stand your ground. And then we're going to do this all over again.”

  “Again?”

  “If you can't stop daddy, then you can't stop anyone. Understand?”

  I nod.

  “Good. The last thing daddy wants is for his babygirl to get in trouble at work. And if you can't stop daddy, then you're going to get fucked in the ass all over again.”

  I quiver. I want to make sure I'm as ready as possible for my new job, but the idea of failure has never been more tantalizing in all my life.

  - - -

  Daddy Snuggles Me Hot

  The crack of the ice is the last thing I hear.

  I drop like a stone, submerging in less than a second. The freezing water hits me so fast it burns, immediately sending my mind and body into overdrive. I close my eyes as I swipe at the water, afraid my eyeballs might freeze if I open them.

  But not being able to see, I become incredibly disoriented, not knowing up from down. For a moment, I feel the urge to let go and just sink, to let my weight take over.

  Sink into oblivion...

  Sink into the dark depths...

  But I open my eyes instead, withstanding a blast of cold. I'm close to the surface, maybe a few strokes away from touching the icy covering. A renewed vigor takes over and I will my muscles to move, dragging me to the surface.

  I can't find the hole I broke through. I struggle and panic as I frantically search the ice for an opening. My hands swipe against the ice. I feel the urge to breathe start to eat away at me, working against my lungs wish to inhale a huge gulp of water.

  As my hand strikes the surface once more, a meaty paw grabs a hold of my flailing arm, latching on tightly. The arm drags me up with such force I'm almost launched from the water back onto the frozen lake.

  My stepdad grabs a hold of me, cradling me in his arms.

  “Jesus Christ, are you okay?!”

  The words are hazy to me, and my only response is chattering teeth. I shake and sputter against the cold breeze, somehow feeling worse up in the world than I did under the water.

  “Shit, we gotta get you back to the cabin!”

  He picks me up and carries me bodily to the cabin not too far away. Even in my state of utter exhaustion, all I can think about is how stupid I am. I can't believe I ran out onto the ice when my stepdad warned me not to. I thought I was being funny, I thought I was being rebellious, I thought I was too young for horrible things to happen too.

  What a stupid fucking girl.

  The wake up call ravages my mind, just as the water tried to turn me into an ice cube. I screwed our vacation up. He's going to hate me.

  We're inside the cabin, the air feeling no warmer than it did outside.

  Daddy's mumbling to himself, “Okay, okay. Uh, let's see.”

  He rushes over to the living room and sets me down on the couch. He heads off and returns with some to
wels.

  “We have to get those wet clothes off you, babygirl.”

  I nod, a combination of affirmation and muscles spasms. Daddy removes my thick coat, pulls my shirt over my head and drops my pants, leaving me in my bra and panties. He runs the towels over me, soaking up the water burning my skin. He's both gentle and rough, taking care not to hurt me but anxious as all hell to get me dry.

  I unhook my bra, a task herculean in its difficulty through trembling fingers. I finally remove the damp top, covering myself with a bare arm. Daddy hands me the towel—I swear with crimson in his cheeks—and I dry the rest of my crevices.

  When I move to remove my panties, daddy says, “Hold on, babygirl.” He takes off his sweater and throws it over my head, the thick, beige monstrosity I tease him about a perfect respite from the frigid air.

  He sets about stoking the fire in the fireplace. As he does that, I pull my panties down and dry my frozen pussy and ass. I don't have a pair of panties nearby, so I just hold the massive sweater down, using it as a makeshift skirt.

  When the fire flares to life, my skin goes numb, tingling from the heat hitting me. Daddy commands me to lay down on the bearskin rug in the room, a thick fur more comfortable than the beds we slept on last night. He grabs the blanket from his king sized bed and places it on top of me.

  Even with the fire going, the rug under me, and the blanket on top of me, it's not enough to abate the cold. It doesn't help that my hair is drying slowly. I grab the towel and try to get as much water out of it as I can, but my shivering only seems to get worse.

  Daddy grumbles, “Okay, hold on, we need to get you some body heat as well.”

  Daddy climbs under the blanket, spooning me from behind. But it's no good. Daddy's a big muscular guy, but I can't feel any heat through his clothes. I can feel the warmth of his arms around me, which makes me realize I need skin to skin contact.

  “D-D-Daddy,” I stutter, “You need to t-t-t-take your clothes off. I can't f-f-f-feel your warmth.”

  I feel him nod and pull away for a moment as he pulls his shirt over his head and removes his pants. When he closes back in on me, his legs tuck in behind mine, and the warmth of his body elicits an immediate sigh of relief, the flow of heat collecting under the blanket.

  It feels so good I abandon all modesty, pulling his sweater over my head and tossing it to the side.

  Daddy pulls away for a moment, just slightly, saying nothing but clearly embarrassed by the situation. Instead, I reach back and pull him back into me, pulling the arm under him under my head and placing the other arm around my waist. He keeps his under arm stretched out, not wanting to curve it inward and land on my breasts, while his over arm maintains an even distance between my pussy and my tits.

  The rush of heat with so much contact is the most pleasurable thing I've felt, well, ever. It takes a few minutes of heat hitting me to give me a moment of clarity: I realize I'm completely naked, and daddy has nothing but his boxers on as he snuggles in behind me.

  Every moment we stay there is another moment my body heats up. In more ways than one! It's like the feeling of my skin is not normal. It's way, way more amped up, returning with a vengeance, sensitive to the slightest touch. When daddy's fingers on my stomach twitch, it's like a pulse of energy being driven into me.

  When the cold is no longer the focus of my mind, I turn to the body around me. I never thought about my stepdad like this before, but something inside me is begging me for more than just his heat. It's begging me for more than just the feel of his muscles pressed against my back.

  Why am I thinking about this?

  And then I realize, I just survived a life or death situation, having been pulled from the brink by the heroics of my stepfather. If it weren't for him, I'd be...

  The thought is ghastly.

  But not as ghastly as the feelings that are rushing through me for the man who saved my life. I want to refocus my thoughts, to change my perceptions right now, but the pressure of his body against mine is stirring a fire inside me I can't put out.

  The more my body returns to normal, the more I want to act on those urges. When my shivering dies down, I start to twist in position, turning my torso back and forth, rubbing against daddy's stomach and chest.

  My lower back undulates, more and more, until my ass starts to rub hard against his groin.

  “Babygirl, what are you doing?” he asks softly.

  “Trying to get warm, daddy,” I respond.

  He swallows, loud enough for me to hear. He won't stop me. I continue to push against him, wrapping the crooks of my knees around his knees, enjoying every bit of contact I can.

  And then I feel it. Life coming back to both of us: my body warming, his cock thickening. Oh my god, I'm so naughty! But what do you expect? Just being naked, having a man's arms wrapped around me, is enough to fire me up. I tingle all over where his skin touches mine, and the warmth flooding me is more than comforting. It's erotic. It's like having his testosterone flowing through me, like we're one and the same.

  I don't know if it's because of his warmth or that he just saved me, but I want him. I want that thickness I feel, that strength, to fill me up completely.

  I'm not warm, I'm burning up!

  Each twitch of my ass meets tightening fabric, one barely able to contain daddy's own arousal. When his dick comes to full mast, I push back hard against him, pressing his boner between my ass cheeks.

  I hear him groan, and I play the innocent girl. “What is it, daddy?”

  He swallows, clearing his throat, “Uhh...”

  I make my move, consumed by lust to be extra bold. I reach behind me and slide my hand against his boxers, my fingers gliding over his hard cock.

  “Oh, daddy! What's this?!”

  “It's just hot under here, is all.”

  “Really hot,” I say. “But I need it, daddy. I need you to warm me up.”

  “That's what I'm doing, babygirl.”

  “No, it's not enough, daddy. I think you need me to show you what warms me up.”

  I shuffle under the blanket, turning around so that I face daddy. The heat of the fireplace on my back is nothing compared to the sudden rush of heat as I face my naked body toward daddy. Still lying on his one arm, his other stays at my waist just above my hips.

  But my hands move. I slip my left hand under the waistband of his boxer, wrapping my fingers around his straining cock. I squeeze slightly, enjoying the firm feel of an engorged cock.

  Daddy groans in response. “Oh, shit.”

  I pull down on his foreskin, forcing his cock even more taut than before. “Daddy, what if I get hypothermia? You need to do more to make me warm.”

  He shakes his head. “Sorry, babygirl. I didn't think about it.”

  I stroke his dick as he talks, pulling tension out of his voice, eliciting anxious lip bites and forcefully closed eye lids. I lightly run my hand down his shaft, caressing it as I cup my hand around his balls, massaging them like I'm cradling a child. His cock bobs back and forth as daddy strains his cock and fights the rush of pleasure.

  “Now take care of me right. I'm your only daughter after all.” I shuffle back to my original position, curving my back into daddy. But as I push back into him, I push his cock down so that my ass sits on top of it, leaving it pressed against the taint between my ass and pussy.

  When daddy leans into me, his cock pushes forward, his bulbous head splitting my lips low from behind. I squirm, the contact sharp and surprising. He pulls back, dragging his cock back through my lips as I curve my back inward, pulling my pussy back and getting as much of him as I can before his cock escapes my lips.

  Then I curve my back out, which pulls my ass down and away from his hips, allowing his dick to run between my ass cheeks.

  It's slow and torturous, daddy's movements unsure and unsteady. But as we continue to bring our hips back and forth, allowing his dick to push between my lips and then through my ass crack, his motions become more aggressive. His hips thrust fast
er and faster, basking in the friction as his dick makes its way between my folds.

  His hand leaves my side for the first time, breaking that neutral zone and finding it's way to my breast. He cups my tit as his arm swings around me, molding it between his fingertips.

  The soft flesh in his grasp fires up his libido even further, and what was a gentle massage, becomes a hard titty grab. The arm my head's resting on bends at the elbow and joins in. Each hand full of fat, daddy's arms encircle me as his hands mush opposite breasts, embracing me wholly as his big body feasts on my smaller one.

  All this while his cock continues to glide from entrance to entrance and his mouth makes its way to my neck. His kisses start soft, but as daddy's actions become more rough, his kisses turn into suckling and then biting.

  He sucks me so hard at one point I can feel an instant hickey form. “Oh, daddy!” I moan, sliding my hand behind us and pushing it through his hair.

  It's like I've unleashed an animal, one hellbent on working out its sexual aggression. Where before daddy was hesitant and indecisive about how to react to my advances, now the more aroused he becomes, the more his instincts take over. He now needs my body as much as I need his, and the only hope I have is to comply to his wishes.

  He starts to tweak my nipples in conjunction with his thrusts and his mouth's advances. A sharp stab of pleasure meets my neck, nipples, and cunt all at once, forcing me to sputter and giggle to myself, the tingle so intense I seem to lose myself for a moment.

  “Oh, fuck, babygirl. You're turning me on so much.”

  I blush hard. It's one thing to have an invisible man behind me fucking with my body, it's another to hear the man who raised me whisper something so naughty in my ear. The voice I recognize as the gentle caring figure I've always known is consumed by lust, intent on treating me nothing like before. It isn't frightening one bit, but a shocking, taboo aphrodisiac striking me to the bone.

  It's like the timbre of his voice is lube meant directly for my cunt.