by Skye Darrel
Brat in Training:
A Taboo Erotica
By Skye Darrel
Brat in Training: A Taboo Erotica is a work of fiction intended for adult readers 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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Brat in Training
My stepdad looks shocked when I tell him I want to be a repairman—or repair girl I guess. Now that I’m eighteen, Daddy made me think of a New Year’s resolution about my future. He was pissed when I didn’t apply for college my senior year, but not pissed enough to make me apply. He’s a strong man, towering over me. I bet he could make me do anything he wants. But Daddy has always treated me like his little princess. While my friends were getting their first summer jobs, Daddy let me stay at home and be lazy. Secretly, I think Daddy wants me around.
Of course he does. He's sliding his hand up my leg.
I rub my butt on his lap. I’m wearing Daddy’s favorite floral dress. Straddled around his waist, I let the skirt bunch up, showing him my thighs.
We always sit like this after dinner. Daddy thinks he’s being sly. He thinks I’m naïve because I’ve never kissed a boy. But I know what he’s after. He thought he was being sneaky the first time he convinced me to taste his cock.
“Daddy’s hurting, Princess,” he said that day. “You can make me feel better, baby.”
“How, Daddy?”
He put me between his knees and showed me the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. The only cock I’ve seen outside of naughty websites. It was hard and hot to the touch, and when I got my small hands around his shaft, Daddy moaned like a man in heaven. I made him feel good alright. I followed my instincts, and so did Daddy.
When he came, he shoved his cock down my throat and let out a moaning grunt. He smeared his hot cum all over my tongue.
After that, we always spend an hour after dinner playing around. Once in a while, when Daddy gets so hard he can’t resist, he’d ask me to make him feel better again.
But tonight, I can tell he’s worried. And horny.
He moves me on his lap so his cock rubs over my damp panties. “You’re not cut out to be a repairman, Rosie.”
“Why Daddy?”
He growls, his cock pressing over my folds. Nothing but a thin layer of soaked fabric between us. “You’re small and you’re soft. You’re too goddamn cute to be carrying around a tool bag. You’re my precious princess. I won’t hear of it.”
I giggle. “Daddy that’s the dumbest reason ever.”
His body tenses under me. His cock jerks. He slaps my ass once, making me yelp. He’s never spanked me before.
“I mean it, baby.”
“But I want to work for you.”
He cuts off my words with his massive hands squeezing my ass cheeks. He holds me firmly, rubbing his cock against my pussy.
“You know what kind of men work for me, baby girl. They are roughnecks. You think I’d let you hang around them? You think I’d let them get within five feet of this wet virgin cunt?”
I suck in a breath. Daddy sounds angry, and I get nervous. His cock throbs against my folds. Then I remember I’ve always had him wrapped around my finger. Daddy is a strict boss and stricter father, but he’s never turned me down when I really begged. And since I’ve been doing for him what no daughter should, he’s even more lenient—after he cums. I just need to work the big cock between my thighs.
“Daddy you can’t use that word!”
“Cunt?”
“It’s a dirty word,” I say. “It’s nasty.”
“Not when I say it,” Daddy growls. “Not when it’s your cunt. You’re so wet, baby girl.”
“I’m wet for you, Daddy.” I loop my arms around his neck and press my lips together. My thighs grip his cock, a thick, hard, molten pole tucked against my pussy. “If you let me work for you, you can feel me this way every day.”
Daddy’s eyes bulge. He grips my ass tighter, pushing me on his cock. “Are you trying to seduce me, Rosie?”
I stick my tongue out and run it over my lip. “No, Daddy! I want to make you proud. Pleeeease?”
He grits his teeth. Daddy realizes that maybe I’m not so innocent. Just because I’ve never had sex doesn’t mean I don’t have the dirtiest thoughts about my big strong daddy.
“You really want to work for my company, Princess?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He reaches under my skirt and pulls my panties aside. His bare cock slides over my slick folds, rubbing on my clit. Skin on skin. Heat on heat.
I gasp and shudder. I’ve never felt him this way. “D-Daddy, you—you’re touching me there.”
He pulls me tight against his torso. His stubble tickles my jaw. “I’ll let you work for me if you cum on my cock.”
“What?”
“Make this little pussy cum, baby. Right now. Rub yourself on Daddy.”
My chest flutters. I’m already bouncing on his lap, humping his cock. Pleasure I’ve never felt blazes through me. I toss my head back shaking my hair. Daddy’s obsessed with my hair, I know, and nothing gets him hotter than seeing me like this, spread out over his thighs, my body swaying.
I feel his kiss on my throat, and I moan.
“Does your pussy still have a cherry, baby girl?”
“You mean . . . if I still have my hymen?”
He growls. “I mean if a dick has ever stretched your naughty little pussy.”
Daddy’s words make me clench as much as his hard cock tugging over my clit. “I’ve never done it, Daddy. You know that. I’m a good girl.”
“No, Rosie. You are a bad girl. Saucy and sassy. Very naughty, my little kitty cat. I can see it now. Don’t pretend. It’s a miracle some boy hasn’t snatched you up.”
No miracle. Daddy’s always been protective, and the few times I took a boyfriend home, they've never been good enough for Daddy. But now I think he had another reason keeping them away.
I moan as his tongue flicks down to my collarbones. His hands leave my ass and palm my breasts through the thin dress. Daddy rubs my nipples, pinching and twisting. I can feel the shudders in his chiseled body.
“Answer my question,” he says in my ear. “Or I’ll put you over my lap right now and spank this ass good.”
“I’ve used a dildo,” I admit. “You should know what happens when a girl does that, Daddy. Since you’re so curious.”
He grabs my neck and yanks my head back. His lust-crazed eyes sweep over my body. My dress sticks to me. We’re both sweating.
“That’s fine, baby. You’re a horny little girl, perfect for Daddy. Now tell me—other than your toys—have you let a cock inside you? Have you given away what’s mine?”
“N-No! I swear, Daddy!”
“Good girl.” He wraps his hand in my hair and pulls me in for a savage kiss. “Cum for me now. If you want to work for Daddy, cum right now.”
His hand dips under my skirt and he finds my swollen clit. Daddy pinches, and my orgasm bursts. I cum hard, gasping for air. I know he can feel my folds fluttering against his hard cock. He can feel my juices seeping out.
Daddy pulls me off his lap and makes me stand up. He holds my shoulders until my legs stop shaking. His cock juts out through his zipper, raging hard and glistening with my cream.
“Show me your dildo,” he commands. He kisses me again. “Show me what you’ve been using to pleasure your little cunt.”
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�m flushed and flustered. We’ve never gone this far. I try to straighten out my dress, but Daddy pulls my hand away. He rips my panties off and makes me hold up my skirt. He glares at my flushed pussy and strokes his huge cock.
“Don’t cover yourself. Now show me.”
His voice brooks no argument.
Daddy follows me upstairs to my bedroom.
I pull out the cock-shaped silicone toy from my nightstand. I hand it to Daddy, suddenly embarrassed. I feel like a little girl who’s just done something naughty.
Daddy runs a finger over the flesh-colored toy. I blush hotter when he holds it next to his real cock. It’s the first time I’ve gotten a good look at him. Even when I sucked his penis before I was always too shy to stare. My toy’s about four inches. Daddy is nearly twice its size and much thicker.
He lays the toy carefully on my bed. “How often do you masturbate?”
I’m still holding up my skirt. “I dunno. Once or twice a week.”
“You’re lying. A pussy that needy? More than that. Tell me the truth, Rosie.”
“I’m your daughter!” I huff. “I’m not going to answer that!”
“That’s fine, baby girl. You won’t need to. And starting tomorrow, you are not going to use that thing again. When you need an orgasm you will come to me.”
I swallow. Does he mean . . .
“But right now I want to see you fuck yourself,” Daddy growls.
He pulls my dress over my head. I stand there in nothing but my bra and damp panties still pulled around my entrance.
With one fist around his cock, Daddy hands me the toy. “Put it in your pussy.”
I can’t bring myself to do it. Not in front of daddy. I’ve always done it under the covers with the door shut. Now he wants to watch? No way.
“Do it yourself,” I blurt out. “I’m not putting on a show for you. We’ve already done so much—”
Daddy takes his hand off his cock and shushes me with his finger. He smears his cum over my lips. “Lie down and spread your legs.”
My heart skips a beat, but he means it. I climb on my bed and widen my thighs. I try to steady my breathing.
Daddy teases the dildo up and down my slit, coating it in my juices. I whimper and curl my toes, my hands at my side digging into the sheets. Daddy sees my pleasure and uses his other hand to fondle my clit.
“You’ve got my dick real hard, baby girl. You’re so wet.” He pushes the dildo into me, just enough to split my folds. “Are you sure you want to work for me?”
“Yes,” I gasp, arching up. Daddy has a way of touching me. That fake penis never felt so good when I used it. “Daddy, please!”
“I’ll have to train you,” he says sternly. “You’ll be working under my direct supervision.” His hand leaves my clit and rubs up my tummy. “You’ll have to do everything I say. To the letter, Rosie. And if you disobey or screw up, you’ll be disciplined.”
“Disciplined? You mean like performance reviews and stuff?”
Daddy chuckles. “No, Princess. You’ll be my special employee. I think you know what I mean. I think this cunt knows what I mean.”
He pushes the dildo into me another inch.
I suck in a breath. “I’ll be good, Daddy. I’ll be obedient. I’ll do whatever. Please let me come!”
“Come?”
“Cum!”
Daddy growls. He pulls the dildo out as I look up. Daddy tastes my juices.
“Your pussy smells so fucking good, baby girl. Tastes sweeter than honey. I could nut off on your taste alone.”
My hands slide lower. I hesitate to touch myself. Something about his stern glare tells me Daddy wouldn’t want me to cum without permission. “Please, Daddy. I want to cum.”
“Hands off!”
I obey at once and moan in frustration.
“You need to learn how to control yourself if you work for me.” Daddy strokes his hard cock. “This pretty pussy has already cum once tonight. You’re not getting another orgasm until morning.”
“But—”
“Are you going to be a good girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His eyes wander over my body and he tenses. His huge cock shudders. Daddy shoots a rope of thick cum that douses my folds. His seed feels burning hot, trailing down between my buttocks.
“Not fair,” I whimper.
“This is your punishment for being a naughty little girl. You will sleep like this, Rosie. You may not touch your pussy.” Daddy pauses. “Hold still.”
He leaves me aching for release and returns with a camera and tripod. He sets it up at the foot of my bed.
“This is a live feed, baby girl. I can see the footage from my phone. If I find you masturbating, you will be punished severely.” He walks to my bed and kisses my mouth. “You want to work for Daddy? You need to be tough. You need to obey my every word. Your training begins tomorrow, and if you sleep like a good girl tonight, Daddy will make you cum first thing in the morning. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” I say, pouting.
“Good night, Rosie. Leave your lamp on. I want to see everything.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
And just like that, Daddy leaves me alone. I glance at the small camera with the blinking red light. As Daddy’s cum cools, my pussy burns hotter. But I won’t touch myself. I’ll show him what a good girl I am.
◆◆◆
“Baby girl.” Daddy’s voice is soft. “Wake up.”
I open my eyes. My pussy feels swollen and wet. It was the worst night of my life. I kept turning, fidgeting my hands, fighting the urge to satisfy the itching heat between my legs. But I didn’t touch myself.
Daddy looks like he’s had a long night too. His hard cock bobbles beside my face. Did he even sleep?
“Morning, Daddy. I didn’t touch myself.”
“I know. I was watching.”
“You watched me sleep?”
“Yes,” he growls, stroking his cock. “I could see how fucking wet that pussy is. I can smell you now.”
I push up on my elbows, my heart pounding. “You promised you’d let me cum.”
Daddy’s throat knots. He sees how hard my nipples are. He balls his hands and glares down. “Your whole room smells like cunt, my little slut. You are so fucking wet. That plump little pussy is begging for cock. You need to be fucked, don’t you?”
I blush at his crude words and hesitate. Playing around is one thing, but having Daddy be my first time would be so wrong. Then I glance at the tip of his cock leaking strands of cum, and my belly tightens.
Daddy grabs a handful of my breast, squeezing and molding my tender flesh. “Answer me, baby. Do you want Daddy’s cock inside your pussy? Do you want to feel how hard you make me?”
I give in. “Yes, Daddy. I want it. Please make me cum.”
He climbs on my bed. His hard weight dents the mattress. He gets between my thighs and strokes his cock.
“When you’re ready,” Daddy growls. “When you’re ready I’m going to stretch this little cunt with my cock. But you need to be patient, baby. Just like I was last night. I wanted to fuck you hard. I wanted to come in your room and shove my cock in your sweet hole, but Daddy controlled himself, see? I waited all night to set an example for my naughty little girl.”
I bite my lip and huff. I’ve had enough of this. “Daddy, I want to cum! You promised.”
“I’ll make you cum, baby.”
Daddy rubs his finger around the rim of my sticky entrance, smearing my juices all over. He tickles me lightly as his thumb flicks my swollen clit. Then he presses his mouth on my pussy, and he splits me open with his tongue.
I arch. I squirm and whimper. My orgasm, simmering all night, surges. My body shakes as Daddy’s long tongue attacks my most sensitive spot, curling under my hood, pulling in and out to slash at my clit. My walls make a suckling clench.
“Such a wet little pussy,” he groans, slurping in my juices. “You taste so fucking good, Princess.”
“Da
ddy,” I breathe. “I want to feel your cock.”
“I told you, baby. I’m not going to fuck you until you are ready. My word is law. I always keep it.” He glares at my soaked folds. “You want to feel Daddy’s cock?”
“Yes! I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy!”
“Good girl.” He pulls back and smacks my folds. “I’ll give you something. Not that dildo. No, baby girl. The only thing you’re putting in you is Daddy. That’s a new rule. No more dildos. But—”
Daddy lifts my hips, pushing my legs up. He kneels, wedging his knees under my ass. He peels open my pussy lips and stares down into my channel. His huge cock does a jerk of its own, and a string of Daddy’s cum drools out of his tip.
“What are you trying to do?” I moan.
Holding my pussy open, Daddy slips his sac into me.
I feel his heavy testicles and clench, gasping at this new sensation. Daddy lets go of my folds as I close around him. The underside of his cock rubs against my clit.
“You like that, baby girl? You like having Daddy’s balls in your naughty cooch? ”
I grab the sheets and shudder. Biting my lip, I nod.
Daddy moves his hips slowly as my walls clench tighter and tighter. He strokes his cock and squeezes my breast with his free hand. I toss my head from side to side. He’s not deep at all, but the feeling of his sac inside me drives me wild, and his cock feels burning hot on my throbbing clit.
I feel a sharp slice of pleasure out of nowhere.
I’m coming and coming hard, my whole body shaking. Daddy holds his shaft as my channel ripples around his balls.
Just as my orgasm ebbs, he grunts and shoots out an arc of cum that splatters my belly.
“Good girl,” Daddy says. His sac slips out shining with my juices. “Very good.”
“Oh Daddy,” I breathe.
He pats my pussy. “Get up, baby. Time to start your training.” His face hardens. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He smirks. “We’ll see.”
◆◆◆
We get to the construction site Daddy has been working on. It’s been a week since New Year’s, and Daddy spent the days since that night giving me the ground rules. What he expects from me. He will strictly control my orgasms and his own. We are not going to play around. He’ll make me work.