Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

“Of course you are, sweetheart,” he said, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful. You know that.”

  Not really, I thought. And rarely was he this sweet with me. Daddy had always been a little rough around the edges. He’d married my mom when I was seven. But she died three years later, and he raised me alone. And it hadn’t always been fun and games.

  I guess deep down he was a good man for taking me in when he wasn’t even my real dad. But I never felt like he really wanted to have the responsibility of raising me. Maybe that’s why I was always such a brat. But the way he was acting right now made me feel warm and fuzzy. Why wasn’t he like this all the time?

  “Thanks, Daddy. I guess I don’t mind helping you out. Maybe it’ll be fun.”

  His eyes danced for a second, and his gaze swept over my face. “You can count on that. I always make my photo shoots fun, baby.”

  I found myself giggling like a kid, excited about doing something with my stepdad for the first time in a long time. “Well, when is this photo shoot?”

  “It might take a few days because I have some outdoor shots I have to do. Weather is supposed to be shit tomorrow. So, why don’t you and I do the indoor stuff then?”

  “That sounds great, Daddy.”

  He brushed my cheek again and stood up, beaming at me like I had just won an award or something. So weird. It made me feel a little guilty for the way I had been acting over the last few months.

  Maybe I could make it up to him by being a good girl at the photo shoot. I did like the idea of being a good girl for Daddy. And I wanted the chance to prove it to him.

  ***

  I stood in front of the mirror and admired my outfit. My dad had given me this weird costume to wear, something that was supposed to reflect the look of an 1800s peasant. But the dress itself was a little on the sexy side. The skirt, although loose and flowy, stopped mid-thigh. The top was woven rather tight with lace-up front and a built-in bustier that lifted my C-cup breasts and accentuated my cleavage. The entire costume was made of a soft, light brown leather.

  I had never worn anything this sexy in my life, and the fact that my own dad wanted me to wear it for a photo shoot kind of blew me away. I did a quick make-up check—which was minimal since these were meant to be historic photos—and made my way out to the main floor where Daddy had said to meet him.

  The second I got there, I was immediately struck with what little there was in the way of props. There was a lone couch against the wall, a few tables in a corner, numerous lights and umbrella reflectors, and out in the middle of the floor, a pillory. The wall in the background displayed a colorful mural of an historic village, in the forefront a cobblestone street with people walking by.

  “Holy damn, sweetheart. You look amazing.”

  I smiled and did a quick curtsey. “Thank you, Daddy. This dress is something else, I gotta say.”

  “I have to agree.” He took a few steps my way and eyed my chest. Couldn’t say I blamed him. I felt as though I was spilling out everywhere.

  I clasped my hands together, feeling my face heat, and glanced over at the pillory. “Is this the only thing you have to photograph?”

  He chuckled. “Yes and no. It’s the only thing I have to photograph once you’re inside of it.”

  I pulled a face and lifted a brow. “You want me inside of that thing?”

  He nodded and eyed me up and down, and ripples of excitement shuddered through me. “I sure do. The client wants the model in the pillory. It’s a real simple job for you. All you need to do is put your hands and head inside the openings there, let me snap a few quick photos, and ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom, your work here is done.”

  He rubbed his hands together as I gave it some thought. I had never been restrained in any fashion, whatsoever. Not even in a kinky way by my ex-boyfriend. But this was my dad. And it was just a job.

  A job that could lead to other jobs, if I wanted it to. I could even use some of the pictures to jump start my portfolio. So why did it still feel kinky? And why was I feeling the nervous ball of energy deep in my stomach?

  “Whatever you say, boss. Let’s get this party started.”

  “Excellent,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d object.”

  I walked to the pillory and my dad joined me, lifting the long piece of wood. I had to bend slightly at the waist, and as he lowered the wood back down, I started to feel a little panicked at the prospect of being trapped. Sensing my hesitation, Daddy rubbed my back gently.

  “You’re doing great, sweetheart. This will only take a few minutes.”

  “Yeah, I know,” I said, laughing nervously.

  I tried pulling my hands through the holes but didn’t get very far before the wood began to scrape my skin. I angled my head up and watched my dad get the lights adjusted and the reflector umbrellas positioned.

  “You really look great, sweetheart,” he told me, smiling broadly.

  “That’s good to know. Because I feel kind of silly.” I turned my head and tried to scratch a sudden itch on my nose, but my hands wouldn’t reach.

  Daddy made a face and tilted his head. He set down one of the umbrellas and walked up to me. “Is that so? Why do you feel silly, baby doll?”

  I chewed on the inside of my lip as I took in the expression on his face. I don’t know if it was the light reflected in his eyes or what. But he looked different to me, like he was being sarcastic.

  “I don’t know. It’s just weird being restrained like this.”

  A small smirk began to stretch out his lips as he reached out and stroked my cheek. “Well, if you think being restrained feels weird, wait until you experience my ultimate plan.”

  My body went ice cold as he walked behind me. “What do you mean?” I asked, feeling more panicked than ever. “Daddy? We’re only supposed to take pictures, right?” I asked, twisting my head as far to the right as I could.

  “The pillory was historically used for public punishment. So really, you should be glad I don’t have you out on display while I do what I’m about to do.”

  I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I realized that I had been tricked by my own father. I felt so betrayed, and the fear of the unknown was about to swallow me whole.

  “Please, Daddy. If this is about the money, I swear I’ll pay you back double, and I’ll never steal from you again. See? I can even admit that I stole from you. I was a bad girl, and I’m sorry.”

  His hands went around my waist as he inched his body close to me. Too close. “Oh, I’m sure you’re sorry now. But here’s the thing…” He lifted the bottom of the peasant dress up and over my bottom, and my eyes widened as I struggled to look behind me. “I’m going to make absolutely certain that something like this never happens again.”

  My heart pounded inside my chest as I tried to pull my hands out of the pillory, once again unsuccessfully. “How?” I think I knew what was coming: a spanking that I had rightfully earned.

  As expected, he pulled my panties all the way down, until they were at the floor around my ankles. “By taking control of your body and showing you who owns it, baby.”

  I huffed as he gripped my hips and leaned forward, pressing his crotch into the crack of my ass. I was so fucking disgusted. And humiliated. And turned on.

  “And when I’m done with you, you won’t ever make the mistake of taking from me again.”

  His palm slid across my flesh, and my pulse quickened at the unknown. My dad hadn’t spanked me since I was a little girl, and certainly not out of the blue with no warning whatsoever.

  But the second I felt the sting of the slap against my ass, my worst fears were confirmed: he had planned to humiliate me like this all along. My body jerked, and I clenched my fists as I cried out.

  He chuckled behind me as his hand coursed over my ass, smoothing over the spot he had just struck. “Did that hurt? I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

  “Daddy! This is not going to help!” Seriously. He may not be aware but spanking
me like this would only anger me to the point of acting out even more.

  “I know this alone won’t help, baby.” He hit me again, this time several times in quick succession, and I gritted my teeth. “But this isn’t the only thing I’m going to do to you. Like I said, I’m going to take control of your entire body.”

  I had squeezed my eyes closed, trying to block out everything around me, when I felt his fingers slide between my legs, gently grazing the surface of my labia. My pussy immediately began to ache, and I ended up clamping my thighs shut without even thinking.

  “What the hell, Daddy!”

  Despite me having closed my legs, his fingers pressed on. “Mmm, sweetheart. I can feel how hot you are.”

  I tightened my fists as his fingers teased my slit. I couldn’t believe what he was doing. But there was no denying that I was hot down there. And when his free hand slipped inside the top of my dress and found my breasts, I tingled all over. I felt revolted and aroused all at once. How could that be?

  “Please … stop…” I whispered, maybe because I didn’t want him to hear me.

  But he did hear me.

  “I don’t think you really want me to stop,” he replied, rolling one of my nipples between his fingers and making my body heat all over.

  “Why would you think that?” I snarled, really pissed at my body for betraying me like this.

  He pushed inside my pussy and simultaneously flicked my nipple, making me rage with lust. “Your lips are saying one thing, but your pussy is saying something else altogether, sweetheart.”

  I admitted the truth to his statement with a long groan as I arched my back, extending my ass out to him. He slowly started working his fingers in and out of my cunt as he gave the lace at the top of my dress a jerk, opening it up and forcing my breasts to spill out completely.

  One finger began circling my clit as he lightly brushed the palm of his hand back and forth over my breasts as they hung low, making my nipples tingle as they became erect.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I huffed.

  “That’s right,” he grumbled. “I’m your daddy, and I own all of this.” He gave my breasts a squeeze and gripped my pussy with several fingers still deep inside of me. “Now why don’t you cum for me, you fucking slut.”

  I bit my lip and spread my legs open for him, shocked at how I was responding to him degrading me. My clit was enraged, though, engorged with my own desire. So when he moved his hand down the front of my body and started diddling my clit while he finger-fucked me, it took me minutes to explode into an intense orgasm.

  My body shook, and I squealed as my walls tightened around his fingers. Knowing I couldn’t stop him, or take control like I can when I masturbate, made it so intense.

  “That’s it, you little slut. I knew it wouldn’t take you long to cum for me.”

  “Oh, god, don’t stop,” I begged as his fingers worked my pussy good, massaging every good spot I never knew I had. My legs turned wobbly, and I felt fluid seeping out of me by the truckload.

  “God, you’re so wet…” Daddy murmured. My heart pounded inside my chest, then slowed as his hands left my body. I drew in a few deep breaths as I heard his belt, then his zipper, then the sounds of his pants hitting the floor. “How did you get so wet, baby?”

  “I … I don’t know, Daddy.”

  “Is it because you’ve wanted me to fuck you all along?” he asked, pressing the head of his cock at my entrance. At least that’s what it felt like.

  “No,” I lied, knowing that deep down, that wasn’t true. I had secretly longed for my daddy to take control of me like this for a while now, but I couldn’t admit it.

  His hands pressed down on my hips, gripping my flesh tightly as he slid deep inside my folds. “Don’t lie. You want Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

  His thick dick moved deep inside of me, passing my G-spot on the way and making me hiss. God, he was so big, I could feel him stretch me so good. I released a long moan. “No … I don’t want your cock.”

  But I did want it. I wanted his thick, meaty dick to fill me up all the way. I liked that I didn’t have a choice in the matter. I wanted him to force me to give in to it all.

  “You’re a lying little slut,” he groaned, pushing all the way to my ripe cervix. “But that’s okay. Daddy’s going to make you cum anyway.”

  My eyes fluttered closed as he began to fuck me. And there was nothing I could do but give in to it, give in to him, and let him take me.

  He started slow, moving in and out of me in soft strides that left me wanting more, aching for more. His hand cupped the front of my pussy, and his finger began to circle my clit, forcing waves of pleasure to wash over me. I’d never had multiple orgasms before. But I’d always wanted to. And the way Daddy was touching me, combined with the fact that I was powerless to stop him, made me feel more turned on than ever. I was sure I would cum again.

  He quickened his pace, thrusting hard and deep, slamming into me with so much force I could feel it in my toes. My neck began to rub against the wood of the pillory, making me feel even more powerless. I ended up gripping the edge with my fingers in order to steady my body as Daddy plowed in and out of me.

  “I can feel your pussy getting tighter,” he groaned, “so that bullshit lie about you not wanting my cock is about to unravel.”

  I huffed, knowing he was right. I couldn’t fight the orgasm welling up, even though I wanted to out of shame. But my walls tightened as he flicked my hard clit, and my nipples hardened into small points as he fucked me harder and harder.

  “Tell me you want it now, Sandy. Tell me you want Daddy’s cock or I’ll pull out of your pussy right now.”

  My legs shook, and my tummy tightened as an approaching orgasm swelled inside of me. And suddenly, I didn’t want to lose that, so I didn’t waste one second blurting out the truth. “I want your cock, Daddy! Please don’t stop fucking me!”

  He growled and slapped the side of my ass as he buried himself deep and rammed me good. I could tell I’d be sore tomorrow, but it would be worth every second.

  “Cum on my cock, you slut,” he snarled, drilling in and out of me as he flicked my bean rapidly.

  I kept my eyes shut and let an orgasm wash over me, feeling the intensity of the contractions as they squeezed and pulsed around Daddy’s cock. I moaned uncontrollably, bucking my hips against his thrusts.

  “Ah, fuck, that’s so good...” His voice seemed to rumble loudly behind me, and he held me tighter, his cock like a steel rod as it slid in and out of me. I could tell he was about to empty himself, and it turned me on like crazy. How could my own dad make me cum so hard?

  “I’m going to dump my seed inside of you, slut. And I don’t care if you get pregnant either.”

  I was out of my head with lust, my body feeling as though it was on fire. I felt so used, so humiliated, and so … degraded. Not only that, the thought of my belly getting big for Daddy sent me over the edge again.

  “Oh fuck!” I cried out as my pussy contracted in hard waves.

  “Shhhhhhhit,” Daddy groaned. “Are you cumming again?”

  I couldn’t do much more than nod, even though I knew he couldn’t see me.

  “Here comes my seed, baby,” he groaned, his voice tight and deep.

  He vocalized his pleasure in loud bursts as he came inside my pussy. I trembled all over, my body a shaking, weak mess as Daddy shot his load. I could feel his fluid leaking out of me, making me dizzy with shame and desire.

  I was so exhausted from the intensity of everything, I thought that would be it, that Daddy would pull out of me, release me from the pillory, and let me get dressed so we could forget this whole thing happened. But when I felt a finger press against my ass, I knew he had something much darker in mind.

  “Mmm, such a tight rose you have, slut.”

  My breath hitched in my throat as he pushed past my entrance. There was no way he would go there, would he?

  “Daddy … no…” I murmured.

  “Oh, yes, I
think so,” he replied, moving his finger in and out so slowly, it actually felt good.

  “But …”

  “It’ll feel so good, you’ll beg for more. Trust me, little slut.”

  I moaned as he pulled his finger out. But that moan turned into a long groan as he pulled his cock from my slick pussy and pressed it against the entrance to my ass. Oh god, it stung beyond belief.

  “Daddy!” I said, pulling in a rush of air.

  His hand aggressively pressed into the side of my hip as he snuck between my legs, softly massaging my sensitive clit with the tip of his finger.

  “Oh yessssss,” I murmured, feeling as though I would melt into a puddle.

  “Just relax,” Daddy said, pushing his cock deeper into me. “And I’ll be inside that hot little ass of yours in no time.”

  He continued to circle my hard pearl, bringing me closer to the edge of my third orgasm—something that shocked me. Especially since he was simultaneously invading my rear end. I never in a million years thought I’d do anal. Yet here I was, being forced to let my dad shove his cock back there.

  And I was loving it.

  He stretched me further and further, the burn so intense, and the fullness threatening to make me burst.

  “Almost there, baby…”

  I loved hearing him call me baby and slut. I definitely felt like both of those things at the moment.

  The pain intensified for a second, then a sharp burst flowed into warm pleasure as he pushed himself all the way inside my bowels.

  “Aaaaaahhhhh,” I moaned, relaxing into his thrust.

  “Damn,” he groaned. “You feel so good…”

  He worked his finger in small circles over my clit as he fucked my ass, the two pleasures colliding deep inside of me. He began to move faster and faster, and when I felt his balls slap against my pussy, I came hard, my body betraying me once again.

  The muscles in my tight ring clenched over and over around Daddy’s cock, and I was lost in erotic bliss as he growled his pleasure in loud, animalistic grunts.

  “Fuuuuuck! Your ass is making Daddy’s dick cum so fucking hard, you slut.”

  He popped me on the rear again, this time hard enough that it hurt like hell, sending a flash of heat to my core.