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by Sophia Taboo

  "Sure Daddy, of course I understand. Besides, I too feel a bit shattered so an early night will probably be good for both of us. I hope you feel better soon."

  "That's my girl," he smiled down at me before planting a soft, chaste kiss upon my forehead.

  As I closed the door after him I knew that I would have to hurry myself. I had no idea of knowing how much time I would have before Carl would be on his way, assuming of course that he was in fact going somewhere, but his recent purchase of a new mask gave me confidence in the belief that he was.

  Chapter 11

  I hid my long hair beneath a baseball cap and wearing jeans and a nondescript hoodie, I loitered casually outside the entrance to our hotel. Thankfully I did not need to wait for very long before recognizing my daddy as he made his exit from the hotel through the turnstile door. In his hand he held the shopping bag that I had seen him with earlier that day--the same bag that almost certainly contained the face mask. The purpose of this mask still however remained a mystery to me. Falling into step behind him, both of us maintaining a steady pace, I was able this time to keep up in my pursuit. He seemed in a desperate hurry to get somewhere but it was eventually after quite a hike through high streets, narrow streets and cobbled walkways that he seemed to slow down in his frantic pace. It was then that I followed him into the narrow confines of a dark alleyway. Hiding in the dark shadows that the alley offered, I watched as he removed the mask from his bag, place it over his face and after a brief chat with a rather large and burly doorman, he slipped through a narrow door and made his way down a flight of stairs into darkness. I gave myself some time to pause, waiting and watching for a while, witnessing the arrival of other masked individuals that too vanished from sight into the world that resided beyond the door and all that as yet I was not permitted to see from where I stood in silent secrecy. One thing was clear though--if I was to be in the position of finding out more of what was taking place, I too would need to purchase a mask. Not knowing at all how much time I had, I quickly made my way back to the main street, found a store that sold a small variety of festival styled masks. Choosing one for myself and paying for the purchase, I hurriedly made my way back to the alley to where I had last seen Carl before he disappeared. Initially I would have assumed that there would be a few problems to face with the doorman, but apparently my possession of a mask seemed to be all that was necessary to permit my admission. The mask and two hundred euro.

  Chapter 12

  Once I had descended the stairs and reached the bottom, all I was able to make out was the dimmed, smoky atmosphere of a large room. And then I gasped. Against every wall, upon every sofa, in fact, occupying just about every available space, was a sight of the most epic, sexually hedonistic proportions. Before my very own disbelieving eyes were dozens of elaborately masked couples. And each and every one of them was fucking. I would have imagined that my reaction should have been one of extreme shock, but instead I found herself mesmerized by the dark, erotic sensuality of it all. My body became displaced from my rational mind and I became distinctly aware of the hot, sticky moisture of desire that now flowed from within me, leaving my cotton panties wet and clinging to the lips of my drenched pussy.

  Once I had reorientated myself and dealt with the initial shock of all that currently presented itself to me, I quickly surveyed the room, my eyes darting from one masked patron to another, in search of daddy. My brief search found him meandering his way through the crowds, seemingly in search of something, or someone in particular. I made my way toward him, not knowing at all what my intentions entailed. I did not have a plan--I had not yet had the chance to think that far ahead and I certainly was not prepared for this exact type of encounter. Just as I was a few steps from happening alongside him, a tall and lanky, half naked man with a heavily unrecognizable accent propositioned me.

  "You and me, we fuck, yes?" The question came across as more of a demand and I found myself glancing quickly at Carl, ensuring that he was within a safe distance of me should I encounter a situation that I was ill equipped to handle. He remained close to where I stood but he was no longer alone. Instinct alone told me how best to treat my foreign suitor.

  "Thank you, but no thank you," I told him, my masked face meeting dead on with his. "Right at this moment I am more interested in watching. I'm warming myself up, if you know what I mean?"

  It seemed that he understood completely as he offered me a curt nod of his head before turning away to search for an alternative faceless partner.

  With a loud sigh of relief I returned my gaze to the place where I had last seen my daddy Carl. And there he was, naked and upright against a dark red wall. Kneeling before him was a woman with the most unbelievably feminine and sensual body that I had ever seen. I was unable to see her entire face as her eyes were covered by a beautiful, elaborate, feathered ensemble. I could not help but notice the direct contrast of her long raven black hair as it cascaded down the porcelain white, unblemished length of her back. She was breathtakingly exquisite and I watched, mesmerized, as her head moved rhythmically up and down, her full lips wrapped around the thick girth of my daddy's cock as her mouth drew him in and out, in and out. Watching her was like watching poetry in motion and I could feel the heated flush of desire rise to my cheeks as my pelvis tightened and a rush a blood flowed straight to my clit causing it to ache with a longing to be touched. I had never before in my life felt so aroused.

  I could hear my brain screaming at me that what I was witnessing was wrong, dirty and immoral; not to mention the implications where my own mother was concerned. But my body begged to differ and there seemed little I was able to do in terms of preventing its reaction. I slowly began to move closer toward Carl and the unfamiliar woman, eager to obtain a better vantage point for my voyeuristic needs. It seemed that the closer I got the more I was able to smell the heady aroma of their sex. I wanted to be touched--needed to be touched. The ache between my legs was more than I could bear as I slipped my hand beneath the confines of both my jeans and my panties until I felt the tiniest sense of relief as my fingers made contact with my pussy. I was soaked in my own wetness, the swollen folds of my feminine lips drenched in the stickiness of my nectar. I wanted Carl, my step-daddy, to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me hard and I wanted him to do it now!

  As if reading my thoughts, the woman kneeling before my step-father abruptly stopped what she was doing and slowly turned her face to look directly at me. Beneath the guise of her mask and that of mine, our eyes made contact and I felt myself shudder at the sheer intensity of this visual connection. She smiled at me. A slow, carnal smile that curved her lips and a smile that averted my daddy's attention from her face to mine. Please God, don't let him recognize me. Please, please! I begged the powers that be over and over again as I watched while the woman raised herself from her knelt position and whispered something into my daddy's ear. His response to whatever it was that she had said was a simple nod and with one last glance at me she moved away and became lost in the throng of the crowd. I stared after her.

  Chapter 13

  "Would you like to join me?" Carl's question rang in my ears with the voice that I recognized only too well--the same voice that belonged to the man that I had looked upon as my father for the last seventeen or so years. My daddy's voice.

  Not wanting him to recognize my own voice, I simply nodded my affirmation as he gathered me into his arms, his hands roughly seeking to explore the inflamed sensitivity of my entire body. I winced as he grabbed my breast, pinching my nipple hard between his fingers. The pain was almost excruciating, but I liked it and silently begged for him to continue. His knee rode it's way up between my legs, grinding into my groin and making me gasp.

  "You're a bit overdressed for an establishment such as this, don't you think?" The only way in which I was able to respond to this question of his was to look down at my baggy jeans and the zipped, hooded sweater which I wore. Even my own eyes noticed how incongruous I seemed when compared to the heaving ma
ss of nakedness that surrounded me.

  "Come with me," Carl grabbed my hand leading me through the crowds, to where I did not know. He pulled me behind him up a flight of stairs to the landing area of a level above the area where we had just been. I knew that I should make him release my hand so that I could turn away and run, but I had already come this far and my intrigue had won over any other sense of reason.

  The room that my daddy then led me into made me stop dead in my tracks. It wasn't particularly large, but then again it was also not small. The full expanse of what should have been plastered walls were instead covered floor to ceiling with smoky mirrors. The floor was covered in a thick, plush carpet, deep grey in color and in the centre of the room was a round bed, upholstered in the most opulent deep red velvet covering.

  "You seemed out of your depths downstairs which gave me the sense that you have not been here before, that this is your first time. Am I correct?" His voice was gentle and even with his face hidden by his mask I could see a softness in his eyes. Behind my own mask, all I was able to do was blink. He laughed--a low, rumbling, sexy laugh that once again served only to make my throbbing pussy release a further flow of thick, hot wetness.

  Facing me, daddy began to slowly pull the zipper of my sweater down. As he did, I raised my hands in a motion that was meant to allow for me to remove my mask so that he could be made aware of my identity.

  "No!" His voice came out harsh and abrupt, impeding my intentions immediately.

  "In this club everybody remains a stranger. Identities are never revealed. Ever! Before anything can continue I need to be certain that you understand that. Do you?" I nodded quickly, my entire body beginning to shake.

  "You still have the chance to leave. You can go right now if that is your wish. Anything we do must be done by mutual consent. Do you want to leave?" I paused momentarily, once again taking in my unusual surroundings and pondering the ramifications of what lay ahead. I then looked at my daddy and shook my head. No, I do not want to leave. The voice inside my head affirmed my decision.

  "Good, I'm pleased," he said, once again began to slowly remove my clothing. It was not long before I stood before him, naked, aside from the mask covering my face.

  He took his time as his hands began to slowly explore my body, caressing my skin and stroking my hair. He cupped my breasts, rolling the tips of my erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger before dipping his head and taking each nipple into the warmth of his mouth, flicking them with his tongue and grazing them with his teeth. My breathe was shallow and came quickly in gasps and murmurs of sheer, torturous pleasure. His hand then made its way down over my belly, over the mound of my womanhood before sinking his fingers into the damp, dewy folds of my throbbing pussy.

  "Crikey, baby girl, you are ridiculously wet. My fingers are literally drowning."

  He then sank to his knees before me and wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking it hard so that it was drawn into his mouth. He licked it, circling his tongue around and around before plunging it straight into the depths of my opening. He then took up the rhythmic motion of fucking me with his tongue. This was an experience that I had never encountered before, my only sexual experiences of the past having been awkward fumblings of inexperienced heavy petting. It felt to me as though I would explode as the heavy waves of undulating erotic pleasure began to build and build. As the point was reached where I was certain that I could take no more, Carl abruptly stopped. No! No! No! My brain screamed hoping that he would hear, silently begging for him not to stop. Instead he stood up and placing his hand into the small of my lower back he pushed me onto the round velvet bed so that I lay on my stomach.

  "Position yourself onto your hands and knees and arch your back," he commanded, leaving me with little choice but to do as he said.

  Taking up a position of his own behind me he then told me to look into the mirrored walls that surrounded us. The image of the two naked beings that reflected back at me were unrecognizable. All that I was able to see was a portrait of unadulterated, wanton lustfulness. My daddy had spread my legs apart and he kneeled behind me in the provided space. He held the magnificent, full and erect length of his cock in his hand, staring at our reflection as he masterfully stroked himself. Using his other hand he pushed down on the small of my back, forcing my hips to tilt so that my ass arched higher toward him, visually providing him with full access to my sodden opening. In one swift motion he penetrated me, driving into me with the entirety of his length. I screamed out as a white hot flash of pain ripped through me as the delicate membrane of my hymen was severed. It took me a few moments to process the agony but the sensations that followed soon made up for it in ways that I felt unable to assimilate. Exquisite pleasure heated and brought to life every nerve in my body as I felt myself invite the delicious sensuality of each and every thrust of daddy's cock as it rammed its way into me.

  "My god, you have the tightest pussy that I have ever felt." His words came breathlessly, his voice no longer recognizable to me as that of my step-daddy.

  "Do you want me to fuck your sensational little cunt harder?" The crudity of his words turned me on and increased my desire for him further.

  "Yes," I replied, my voice muffled by the pillow which my face was pushing in to "fuck me harder, please, as hard as you can."

  And he did, the assault of each thrust causing me to scream out. Staring at the motion of our copulating bodies in the mirrors fascinated me and I began to feel the internal muscles of my pussy begin to tighten around my daddy's dick. I knew that we were close and that it would not be long before we both exploded.

  As I felt myself grow tighter and tighter, I could feel the feverish swelling of his cock as it too became closer to the point of no return. And as if on cue, our bodies shuddered and convulsed beneath the magnitude of our simultaneous orgasm and as I felt the hot stream of my daddy's semen squirt it's way inside, his voice cried out, "Happy Birthday, Alexa!"

  "Daddy?" I was aghast, shocked and somewhat fearful to discover that my he knew that it was me.

  "Yes, Alexa baby. You can't honestly think that I wouldn't recognize the succulent, young, beautiful body of my own little girl. But you're no longer daddy's little girl are you? You're a woman now."

  "But...but..," these were the only words that I seemed able to articulate.

  "Let's not talk about it now," the sensual warmth of his voice spread through my body once again turning me on and longing for more of him. "Does my little girl, my young woman, want her daddy to fuck her again?"

  "Y..y..yes, daddy," I stammered, knowing for certain that there was nothing in the world that I could want for more.

  "Then take your mask off Alexa because daddy wants to look you in the eye when he makes you cum again. Daddy wants to penetrate his little girl’s tight, wet pussy so very, very much."

  "This is the best birthday present you could ever give me daddy, thank you so much. Now fuck me daddy, fuck your little girl hard, as hard as you possibly can!"

  Lessons from Daddy

  Chapter 1

  It was the first day of a hot, sultry summer, and I was browsing my music library while my best friend Maxine paced the room trying to think up novel ways to get into trouble. We had just graduated from high-school, and we were at my house trying to figure out how to maximize the small amount of time we had left before the inevitable parting of ways we were both dreading. I had no way of knowing that my real education was only just beginning, and with the benefit of hindsight I realize that the faint splashing sound that pricked Maxine’s ears and drew her to the open window was the first whisper of my upcoming tutelage.

  “Whoa Jessica!” Maxine’s voice was husky and rich, as if the soul of a Motown jazz queen had been smuggled inside her tight, eighteen-year old body. “Who is that delicious piece of ass doing laps in your pool? Don’t tell me you’ve been hiding a sexy older brother from me you sneaky bitch.”

  I stopped riffling through my emo music folder and glanced at my mischi
evous best friend. Maxine’s big baby blues were practically bulging out of their sockets as she leaned out my bedroom window overlooking the pool, her red tartan skirt stretched taut over her enviably round ass. I didn’t need to follow her gaze to know who she was drooling over, and I blushed involuntarily as a hot well of shame and desire surged through my body. He’s home for the weekend! I thought he was going to be in Paris!

  Maxine stared at me quizzically, her platinum-blonde hair falling across her eyes in a shimmering white fringe. She received her new haircut earlier in the day to celebrate the death of high school and all its petty annoyances, and I found it vaguely galling that she still looked like a fucking supermodel with one side of her head shaved down to a subtle fade. “Um, Earth to Jessica? You look like someone just pulled out your tampon. What’s wrong?”

  I gulped nervously and shrugged my shoulders, trying my best to downplay my discomfort. “It’s nothing Maxine, just a little cold shiver.”

  A momentary mask of panic flashed across Maxine’s sun-kissed face, and she seemed to forget all about the handsome, muscular man scything through the chilly waters of the pool below. “A cold shiver? It’s almost a hundred fucking degrees outside! If I don’t get out of these clothes soon and slip into something a little flimsier, I’m going to melt. I hope you’re not coming down with anything Jess. It’s the beginning of summer, not the end. You’re only allowed to get sick at the end of summer. Otherwise, who else am I going to party and whore across town with?”