BDSMing the Brat: ** 20 Book ** Taboo BDSM MEGA BUNDLE

by Sarah Sethline

  First thing tomorrow, he reasoned.

  I'll wake that brat up when she's nice and hung over, throw her across my groin, and show no mercy on her ass…

  It'd been years since Joe had handled the brat's bottom with a firm hand, and the thought of doing it now, when she was DEFINITELY old enough to "know better", strangely turned him on. He was once again stiff as a pipe, and it wasn't because of the porno that was still playing. He couldn't seem to brush the image of her rain-soaked tits from his mind, being that she'd flashed them right in front of his face and all.

  That little brat. How dare she cock-tease her daddy and just get away with it…

  That wasn't how things were supposed to work in this house. Oh, no.

  Joe attempted to direct his lustful longings back at the TV screen. The chick who looked like Alana was moaning endlessly, pleading for more and more cock as one guy railed her from behind and another showered her pretty face with his cum.

  Great, just what he needed. A bitch begging for it who looked like his daughter.

  It wasn't safe for him to be home right now, honestly. He should have been out with his buddies, hitting on young sluts who would do anything to be like the girls in this porno.

  Instead he was stuck here, trapped by his own lust.

  Dirty, nasty, naughty thoughts of his little girl are what was keeping him hard. Just where had she been that'd kept her out ALL night? And, more importantly, WHO had she been with??

  Maybe she'd stuffed her cute little mouth full of a few cocks, just like the "Alana" in this video was doing. Maybe she'd begged for her boyfriend to stick it in her ass… hell, his friends, too!

  Joe abandoned his fresh beer and took hold of his cock, stroking himself to attention once again. Fuck, it seemed like forever ago that he'd been THIS hard. But that's what the brat did to him; there was no use denying it.

  His giant, jutting rod wouldn't let him deny it.

  Images of his sexy slut daughter inundated his brain, and in every single one, she was getting fucked, fucked, and fucked again. And when he pulled back a bit in his daydream, Joe realized it was HIS COCK that was fucking her!

  He had to imagine for himself what her pussy might look like, but he'd be damned if it was anything less than perfect. Even if it had already been ravaged by a thousand cocks.

  That's right -- he knew for a fact that his fresh-faced little rebel was about as far from innocent as one could get. He was well aware from the times he'd cleaned her room that she had her own porn stash; and from the looks of it, it definitely wasn't used only in "emergencies". She didn't keep the MULTIPLE dildos she owned very well hidden at all, nor was she ever particularly discreet when using them!

  Joe used to think it was annoying to have whatever he was doing -- watching the game or reading the newspaper, for instance -- interrupted by his daughter's very LOUD and needy moans. But god, how he would give anything to hear that horny little slut bleating for it right about now…

  There wasn't a doubt in Joe's mind that his daughter was out-of-control. Clearly, her dildos could only do so much to keep her satisfied on the homefront… she was staying out later and later these days; each time, it seemed, with a different group of guys.

  His daughter needed cock. REAL cock.

  Lots of cock.

  She'd likely get knocked up before long. THAT would certainly ruin her fun, now, wouldn't it?

  Wouldn't it be the sweetest, most satisfying irony if he were to do the deed himself? To teach her a lesson in such a way that she'd never DARE cross him again…

  You're sick, Joe thought to himself, but such a notion certainly agreed with his cock. He nearly came as he pictured himself violating her well-fucked pussy, taming her slutty womb with his superior seed.

  Joe needed to get rid of the cum that was brimming at his tip, and FAST, before it wound up somewhere it shouldn't…

  FOCUS, he said to himself as he rhythmically pounded his fist over his shaft, eyes back on to the screen.

  "Oh, DADDY!!!" screamed the big-titted porno star, the one that looked like Alana.

  Oh, FUCK.

  "Ohhhhh… MmmmMmmm… Da-ddyyyy…" moaned "Alana" as a thick girth plunged in-and-out between her wide-open legs, her tits jiggling with each impact.

  Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

  Was this seriously the first time Joe was gonna have to turn OFF a porno, before he'd gotten off, and by his own accord?

  Just… keep… stroking… it'll be over soon, he reasoned, although it'd been so long since he'd seen this particular film, he really couldn't be sure.

  "Mm, that's right, fuck my pussy… I've been a bad, bad girl," moaned the actress as she held herself in place, attempting to steady her body as it got pounded in.

  Good, she didn't say--

  "Mmm, I love when you cum on my tits, Daddy," crowed the girl as her guy thrust out of her cunt and finished on her breasts. She was happily lapping it up with her fingers and shoving it down her throat, her satisfaction with the taste a secret to none.

  Mother FUCK!

  Joe quickly powered off the TV and stumbled to his feet, his hard cock helping him to stay balanced. This naughty film was hitting way, way, way too close to home… he should probably just sleep it off.

  As he staggered up the stairs towards his bedroom, dick still out and at full attention, his drunken thoughts couldn't help but wander back to his daughter, who was undoubtedly passed out in the room next to his.

  He'd gotten to see his little girl's tits today. Her perfect, perky, albeit wet round tits. Wondering if she had an equally hot pussy to match was all he could think of. Surely he deserved a peek after what that brat had put him through, forcing him to sacrifice an entire evening waiting up on her ass?

  He stopped just outside her door, recalling how he hadn't seen any pajamas in her hamper for weeks. The idea she could very well be naked under those sheets was all the motivation he needed to let himself in…

  She's mine, Joe reasoned. Was it really that unusual for a father to know what his child looked like nude?

  Joe didn't think so. He'd already seen her tits; what was the harm in adding her pussy, too… you know, just so he could get the complete picture? Just a quick peek, then he'd be able to jack off in peace... it's not like she'd know, anyway.

  As he stepped inside his daughter's room, he was instantly reminded of what a brat she was. There was that horrible color her mother insisted on allowing her to paint her room; and the areas where it wasn't visible, it was only because they were covered with all manner of posters -- ranging from rock bands to drug and alcohol paraphernalia -- that Alana was far too young to *really* appreciate. Brat probably thought she was trying to be "edgy".

  Still, he couldn't help but notice how peaceful she looked for raising all the hell she did. If he wasn't so damn horny, he'd almost be tempted to go over there and tuck her in, kiss her hair, and wish her sweet dreams!

  The glow from her laptop reminded him of what a slut she was, however. A quick investigation showed his daughter had also been enjoying an adult film before calling it a night. The video was paused on an image of a young girl with her throat full of cock.

  Rather than getting him angry, this revelation only served to turn him on even more. Sure she looked peaceful now, but who knows what sort of naughty things were awash in her dreams…

  He took a few drunken steps towards his stepdaughter's bed, scanning her tight little body from head to toe. She was slumped on top of her messy sheets, hair and limbs everywhere as she rested on her flat tummy.

  Unfortunately, it seemed as though she'd only managed to get her pants off before collapsing into bed, but damn, did she wear those panties well. They hugged the curve of her luscious ass so beautifully, with plenty of prime cheek on display. He could tell by the rhythm of her breathing that she was in a deep sleep, unperturbed by the rain that was now beating against the panes.

  She really did look like a princess when she was quiet like this, didn't she?

 
; As he approached where she laid, being careful not to stumble over anything in his drunkenness, his shadow overtook the form of his sleeping daughter. He was going to have to flip her over if he was going to get a good look at her pussy.

  Slowly, carefully, he took her small and fragile body into his arms, moving at a snail's pace so as not to disturb her. As he turned her onto her back, her still-damp shirt settled onto her tits, clinging to them in a way that drove Joe wild. His cock was still out in the open, and being that it was so hard, it would have been fruitless at this point to try and contain it.

  He slowly lowered his ass onto the bed to sit down beside her. His daughter's sexy, petite body was just there, for the taking. His eyes settled on her pantied pussy, consumed with the anticipation of how lovely it'd be.

  Just a small look, a tiny peek. A little look never killed nobody.

  With his wife doing god-knows-what on her trip and his daughter doing the same at home, the least he deserved was a damn good cum. He started to lean in closer, drawing nearer to what -- if we're being honest -- he would have LOVED to sink his stiff cock into.

  That's when he noticed it, the lettering. "It ain't gonna lick itself" read her panties in bright, bold font.

  Joe's usual disdain for his daughter's rebellious ways came boiling to the surface once again.

  The fuck did she get this trash?!

  Probably from her mom, using HIS money, of course. Peggy catered to Alana's every whim -- it's likely why she was such a brat. Well, Joe didn't find it amusing, having his stepdaughter parading around in panties that announced what a slut she was. The nerve of those two, considering this an acceptable way for a young girl to dress, even if it *was* just under clothes.

  With Alana, there was no telling how often those clothes actually stayed on.

  "I'll show you what being a slut gets you," muttered her daddy as he began to tug at the fabric that clung to her hips.

  Her panties were coming off, and Joe knew in that moment he'd have zero fucking regrets. As far as he was concerned, the brat had given him no choice. She was just so defiant -- from the way she spoke to the way she dressed -- that she needed to be taught a lesson.

  Joe started to lower the waistband of her panties carefully down her creamy thighs. He struggled for just a moment clearing her young pussy and tight ass cheeks; these small little panties fit her like a glove.

  To his shock, Alana emitted a low "mmmmmm" of satisfaction as he drew her briefs away from her body. It almost made him double-over and leap to his feet.

  He quickly regained focus as soon as he realized her pussy was nearly in full view. He decided to get rough, to yank away those panties before he lost the chance completely.

  And suddenly, there it was. His daughter's perfect little pussy.

  It was bare, of course -- he wouldn't expect anything less from a slut -- and hot and plump and perfectly proportioned. Her inner lips formed an inviting pink line that led straight to her tight little hole.

  A thick dribble of pre-cum was beginning to soak onto his pants, the sight of his daughter's hot, naked pussy too alluring to ignore. Honestly, it looked too small and tight to be able to fit the average cock; he forgot that when it comes to petite, it can mean petite all over.

  Except for his daughter's tits, of course. Those were almost comical in proportion to the rest of her miniature size. He had to hand it to the brat -- she sure had one bangin' body.

  The perfect body.

  Small enough to be dominated, yet still more than a handful where it mattered most.

  How many punks has she let see this pussy? wondered Joe.

  Or these tits…

  His eyes wandered up to where her shirt clung to her full, damp breasts. He lifted it out of the way without really thinking and began to caress her grapefruit-sized tit-meat. Her capped nipples were jutting into his palms, exciting his cock further as he massaged her hard and deep.

  Joe was caught in a trance. His daughter's tits looked and felt every bit of a dream, a million times better than the fake ones he'd been settling for secondhand.

  This tight little body of yours, is this why you think you can get away with acting out? That you'll always have some stud falling over himself to take care of you, so long as he thinks he's getting some?

  On the one hand, he couldn't really blame Alana for taking advantage of her "assets". It's what women like her did. On the other, she was his precious baby girl that he was supposed to protect at all costs.

  When Joe felt his hands start to wander down to her snatch, his first instinct was to stop himself. It was one thing to delight in her soft, full, milky breasts, but her pussy?

  That'd be going a bit far.

  The plan was never to feel her up with his hands, only his mind. Even if it did aide in getting the "complete picture" of what she'd be like in bed…

  Joe turned to her face. His daughter's lips were parted ever-so sensually, as if they were just waiting to take in a nice big dick. Her dark hair was stuck to her forehead in several places, perhaps matted from the rain, but it could just as easily have been tousled and sweaty from a night of furious sex.

  She has a pretty face, Joe thought.

  Almost angelic, actually.

  He knew all too well, however, that this is what guys went for -- girls who appeared sweet and innocent on the outside, but were total sluts in the sack. Just another "asset" that Alana no doubt worked to her advantage.

  Out of nowhere, his daughter began to call out in her sleep.

  "Fuck me, Joe!!" she pleaded as she thrashed lightly on the bed, startling her poor, horny dad.

  Joe knew not to take this begging seriously. "Joe" was a pretty common name -- surely she was referring to any number of Joes she'd been fucking...

  Still, it was getting him pretty hot, watching her writhe around the bed in pure pleasure.

  "Ohhhhh… MmmmMmmm… Da-ddyyyy…" moaned Alana, her hands finding their way onto her tits.

  Wait, what? Had Joe heard that correctly? DID HIS LITTLE GIRL JUST SAY DADDY?!!

  "Mmm, are you gonna cum on my tits, Daddy Joe," murmured Alana as she massaged her hot tit flesh in her hands.

  Well this was one hell of a coincidence if he ever heard one. Not only was the Joe of her dreams her "daddy", but his passed-out daughter was reciting lines from his prior porno as well!

  Maybe a little stroke to the pussy is exactly what she needed… She seemed to be asking for it, after all.

  Very cautiously, he took one of the hands that'd been tending to his cock and moved it towards her pussy. Softly. Slowly.

  His fingers grazed the top of her dewy pussy flesh for only a moment before he lowered his palm to engulf her entire mound. His hand was flat against her hot, smooth skin, and god, did it feel wonderful.

  Joe's daughter gave a long, low, pornstar-quality moan, reveling in the feel of her daddy touching her there. As he began to diddle her pussy with his hand, her groans of satisfaction grew louder and more frequent.

  Figures. Sluts like her tended to ENJOY their punishments.

  This is… wrong, Alana's daddy told himself as he manipulated her tight pussy every which way.

  But the brat seemed to be enjoying it, and he was horny as fuck. There was no stopping the heat surging in his loins.

  As he pressed into her pussy, kneading it with his desire, his eyes stayed fixed on her face, which was contorting with various degrees of pleasure. She didn't seem to be too aware of the ecstasy that was being thrust into her; that is, until, her eyes suddenly FLEW open and she sad very lucidly, "Go on Daddy, fuck my pussy… I've been a bad, bad girl." Her eyes then fluttered back to a close, her consciousness impaired once again by her sleep.

  Joe's cock strained to the tip, hearing his very own daughter begging for his dick! He may have been drunk, but his ears and cock worked just fine. She had just flat-out asked to be punished -- he knew what he'd heard!

  He wasn't sure what to do… every fiber of his being wanted to fuck her pretty br
ains out, to paint her inner thighs with his overflowing seed…

  Maybe he could get away with just testing the waters a little; slip a few fingers inside, and see where his thoughts led him… Yeah, that seemed like the smart thing to do. He'd bang around in her box for a little bit -- see if he might be able to talk himself out of doing more…

  What Joe didn't anticipate on as he slipped two fingers into her steamy, slick slit was how hot she was gonna be. Or how goddamn tight. The snug embrace of her hella hot hole literally took his breath away and sent chills straight down his cock.

  So warm. So wet.

  Alana was growing more and more lubed with her own sexy secretions the harder and deeper he fucked her. So much for trying to resist this. His fingers took on a mind of their own as he banged into her illicit pussy in a frenzy.