Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

  Her eyes widened in shock and fear, and I simply winked before lifting her off the floor and tossing her face down atop her bed.

  “Daddy!” she shrieked.

  Ignoring her cries, I knelt on the mattress beside her and kept my palm firmly pressed between her shoulders, keeping her pinned in place. She struggled to free herself, pushing up with her hands and tossing a look up at me.

  “No sense in fighting it. I’m going to redden that ass of yours until you beg me to lay down the law. You’ll even ask for me to make some new rules.”

  Samantha gritted her teeth. “No, I won’t! Now let me up! I’m too old for a spanking!”

  “You’re never too old for a spanking.”

  Wasn’t that the truth. How many times had I spanked her mother while fucking her from behind? A lot, that’s how many. Not that what I was doing here could be termed an erotic spanking. But this big brat of mine was about to get the message that bratty behavior, and lying, is absolutely unacceptable. And spanking is a great way to get that message across, loud and clear.

  I glanced at her backside, thinking she looked awfully sexy for someone who “cuddled” all night with a boyfriend. I knew one thing for certain. If my girl showed up at my house dressed like this, I would not be able to keep my hands to myself.

  Sexy white thigh-highs, short lacy dress, and she was probably wearing some equally sexy panties to match. I wasn’t about to give her a bare-bottom spanking, even though I wanted to, but she’d feel the hurt all the same.

  “This isn’t going to work, daddy. You can’t just spank me and expect things to magically change.”

  “Huh. We’ll see about that.”

  Keeping my left hand firmly in place on her upper back, I lifted the lacy white dress up to her waist, ready to slap that ass, no matter how revealing her panties, even if they were nothing more than a G-string, a little sliver of fabric sliding up the slit of her crack.

  But much to my surprise, my little Samantha wasn’t wearing any panties at all.

  I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be mad, if I should add this to the list of reasons to punish my daughter or reasons to never allow her to leave the house again. Ever.

  One thing I did know? As I gawked at my stepdaughter’s creamy, round bottom, my cock twitched inside my pants as blood rushed through my manhood. And all I could do was stand there, frozen, feeling my balls fill with cum.

  “Daddy. Let me up.”

  Feeling flummoxed at my sudden erection, I almost did let her up. I almost walked away from this, the guilt hitting me hard and fast. But I knew if I did that, the little brat would see it as a victory and she’d have me wrapped around her finger for life.

  No. I could not let that happen.

  “Hush!” I snapped, feeling the primal beast in me take over. “I’ll let you up when I’m finished.”

  I held my hand up high in the air, more determined than ever to discipline my stepdaughter. It was now clear what her intentions had been, going to her boyfriend’s house with no panties on. Or leaving them behind, one. I’d be willing to bet they had sex all night long. And the thought of some boy pounding my daughter sent me into a heated, possessive rage. A rage so intense I brought my hand down hard on that cream-colored ass of hers. Samantha jumped in place, the slap that sounded ringing in my ears for several seconds.

  “Ow!” she screamed, trying to push off the bed again.

  I just tuned her out as I held her down.

  A red handprint bloomed on her cheek, and I smiled as I brought my hand up, ready to spank her again. I popped her ass several more times, each loud slap driven by a visual: those legs of hers wrapped around her boyfriend, her curvy hips grinding against his, her breasts swaying with the force of each plunge, and a look of ecstasy washing over her face as she had an orgasm.

  And with each slap I delivered to her heated ass, my cock raged harder, getting stiffer with each thought. I felt it pulse in my pants, aching to be freed from its denim prison. I don’t know what had gotten into me, but it was becoming apparent I would need a good jerk after this.

  “Daddy … please…” she cried, sniffling into the bed.

  Her pleas were almost enough to guilt me into quitting. And she was almost where I wanted her to be. But almost wasn’t good enough. My stepdaughter wasn’t quite ready for me to quit.

  I pushed her dress up higher, looking at the swell of her hips, the curve of her lower back, and it just made me harder. I slapped her bottom again, thinking I could make the lust that was coursing through my veins disappear if I spanked her long enough. But I suddenly feared that nothing would make that lust disappear. Especially since she had one of the sexiest asses I’d ever seen. And as my hand hovered over her reddened bottom, it twitched once again. But this time for very different reasons. I ached to feel her bottom underneath my palms, yes, but I wanted to stroke her, caress her, squeeze her hard enough to leave a mark.

  “Daddy.” Samantha twisted her head in my direction, the tears streaming down her face. “I’ve learned my lesson now.”

  I didn’t respond. I just let my hand fall down to her bottom and pressed my fingers into her flesh. It was as though the wild, untamed animal in me took over. I groped her ass, squeezed her hips, and spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tiny, knotted rose. I licked my lips, admiring how perfect she looked.

  I blew out a long breath, taking it all in. But then I snapped back to reality and waited for the wrath of Samantha. Any second now, she’d scream at me to stop, accusing me of being the perverted man that I was.

  But those protests didn’t come.

  Without realizing it, I had let up on her upper back, no longer keeping her pinned in place. My stepdaughter could easily escape my grip if she wanted. But when I glanced at her face this time, her teeth were pressed into her lower lip, and her arms were slowly stretching across the covers, like she was settling into place, getting comfortable.

  I let my fingers trail up her lower back, stopping at the fabric line of her dress. Then I came back down, grazing my palms over her curves as my cock bounced a few times. Jesus, I was treading on thin ice, dancing that fine line that, once I crossed, I could never go back.

  Would my stepdaughter forgive me for needing to touch her like this?

  Would I forgive myself for crossing that line?

  “Daddy…” Samantha moaned. Or cried. It was hard to differentiate at this point.

  “I know,” I said, my voice low and controlled, despite the fact that I felt things were about to get out of control. “You’ve learned your lesson. I heard you.”

  My fingers blazed a trail down the backs of her thighs, and that’s when I saw it: my stepdaughter tightened her cheeks and rolled her hips downward, like she was rubbing herself on the bed.

  My eyes grew wide, and I saw that as a green light to continue. I began massaging her backside, working my palms up and down her tender flesh and feeling the smoothness of her skin, the softness of her curves, and the pimples that crept along her skin.

  Blood coursed through my erection, making me uncomfortably stiff. How had I gone from disciplining my stepdaughter to feeling her ass and getting a boner? I recalled the jealousy I’d felt just moments ago when watching Jason hug her outside. I thought about all the times I felt myself go tight when she had a date. And I remembered how sexy she had looked when she left the house just last night, wearing tight blue jeans and a skimpy little t-shirt.

  Her boyfriend must have bought this dress for her. That thought alone was enough to drive me crazy with jealousy. Therefore, I was ready to take it off and burn it at the stake, starting with the thigh-highs.

  I grabbed the top of the elastic that was stretched around her upper thigh and started to peel it down. As I did so, Samantha lifted her ass and very subtly moved it side to side before lowering it back to the comforter. What a tease.

  I pulled down her other thigh-high and tossed them both to the floor as she curled her head at me. “Daddy? What … what are you doing
?”

  “I’m taking what’s mine, baby girl.”

  I have no idea where that came from, but it was how I felt. And as my thumbs barely stroked the inside of her legs, right beneath her labia, Samantha spread herself for me, letting out a small murmur of pleasure.

  I could see her pussy, glistening with her slick fluids as she revealed herself to me, and I wondered how much of that was her boyfriend’s jizz. That’s okay, though. As hard as my cock was, and as much cum as I had in my balls right now, I’d blow his seed right out of her pretty pussy.

  “Daddy, we … we shouldn’t.”

  Of course we shouldn’t. But my stepdaughter didn’t sound so sure. I think she was just saying it because it was the right thing to say. She didn’t really want me to stop, as evidenced by the wetness between her legs, and the way she was displaying herself and not fighting me.

  “It’s all right, baby girl. Let daddy have a quick peek.”

  I ran a few fingers along her slit and Samantha gasped. I brought the fingers to my nose and sniffed her fragrance. Fuck, she smelled so good, so sweet. It made my dick throb, and I knew I would have to release myself soon.

  I pushed those same fingers inside of her, just a few inches so I could feel her slick walls, make her tremble, make her moan.

  Make her beg for more.

  Samantha arched her back and purred, tightening her fingers on the comforter. I curled my fingers upward and massaged, looking for the rough ridge of tissue that would send her over the edge. Damn it, she was so tight. I wanted to bury myself inside of her and feel that tightness engulf my manhood.

  But I didn’t feel anything but a thin membrane. And the second I felt it, my heart sped up like mad, right as Samantha clamped her legs shut, trapping my hand in place.

  “Daddy!” she gasped. “That’s … that’s my …”

  Oh shit. Was my stepdaughter…? Was she a virgin?

  “Is that what I think it is, baby girl?”

  She nodded and squeezed her eyes closed, and things just took a heated turn.

  “I told you nothing happened last night. I’m still a virgin!”

  This changed everything. If I didn’t feel like an animal before, I sure as hell did now.

  “That’s okay, baby girl. You took your punishment and learned your lesson, right? So now, daddy is going to show you how good little virgins get treated.”

  I forced her legs open and slid my hands underneath her hips, lifting her ass in the air. Her pussy, though never been touched or penetrated by another man, was shaved almost completely hairless, except for one narrow strip of dark hair.

  I didn’t want to think about the things she had done with Jason all night, or any of the other nights they had hung out. But one thing I had that he didn’t? Her cherry. And I was about to take it and claim her pussy as mine.

  But before I did that, I would sample it with my mouth and tongue and make her cum so hard. Samantha peeked at me with a shy look on her face. I ripped off my jeans, getting rid of those restrictive things once and for all. I also tugged off my shirt because when I fucked my stepdaughter, when I busted through her tight, virginal walls, I wanted to feel that body of hers against mine.

  I got on my knees and put my head between her legs, pulling in her scent with a long inhale. Using my pointer and middle finger, I probed her tunnel, stopping at her cherry, and watched as her juices dripped down to her clit.

  “Oh, daddy,” she moaned.

  I licked my lips, anxious to taste her, then I grabbed onto her ass and snaked my tongue inside her folds, letting the tip of my tongue dance along her swollen bump. She tasted as good as she smelled, which wasn’t surprising. I flicked her bean quickly, and Samantha purred as she rocked her hips softly in rhythm with my licks.

  My cock leaked pre-cum, so I gave it a few strokes, unable to tug more than a few times without feeling like I would blow my wad everywhere. I planted a few soft kisses along my stepdaughter’s swollen pearl, and she mewed, arching her back just a little more.

  And when I pulled her clit past my lips and ran my tongue in delicious circles, Samantha huffed. “Oh! I think I’m going to cum!”

  “Good girl. Cum for daddy.”

  I returned to licking her, pulling her pussy lips apart and widening the area I covered with my thick tongue. Samantha’s thighs began to tremble, and my dick bounced a few times, like it had a mind of its own and knew it was about to get in on the action. Her pearl swelled and began to dance as she cried out in pleasure.

  My little brat’s orgasm made my cock twitch in anticipation. I wanted to feel those walls contract around my daddy meat. But not before my girl was finished with a good, hard cum. I licked and sucked, bit and kissed, extending her orgasm out to several minutes of bucking and thrashing. I held onto her hips, thinking I couldn’t wait to feel that body thrashing underneath me.

  When she was finished, I stood up and hugged her to me, lifting her off the bed and standing her up. She huffed out a breath and wrapped her fingers around my forearms as I buried my nose in her hair, pressing my cock to her backside and into that damn fucking dress.

  Growling, I told her to get naked for daddy. I spun her around so I could watch her get undressed. I wanted to see my stepdaughter take the dress off so I could watch that innocent body being slowly revealed to me.

  She lifted the material and pulled it over her head, keeping her teeth pushed into her lower lip so hard it turned white. A single white bra covered her breasts, but even that was gone in a matter of seconds. Her tits were fucking beautiful. Creamy mounds of sexiness, topped with two bright pink nipples that made my mouth water.

  “Am I pretty, daddy?”

  “Oh, baby. You are fucking gorgeous.”

  I stepped up to her and cupped her tits, letting my thumbs roll over her buds. They pointed in place, and in response, my balls drew up tight. I needed to be in her soon or I would rupture.

  “Touch my cock, baby. Feel how hard daddy is for you.”

  Her eyes flicked downward, and her small hand reached forward. Soft, delicate fingers wrapped around my shaft, making the blood rush through with force.

  “Mmm,” she purred, moving closer to me. “Did spanking me make you hard?”

  I nodded. “Yes, it did, baby. Spanking your gorgeous ass and licking your pussy.”

  She tugged my length, ran her fingers over my wet dick hole. “Are you going to take my virginity? Because, well,” she cocked her head and ran a finger around my crown. “I’ve been saving myself for the right man.”

  My dick pulsed in her grip, and I let out a moan. “Good thing the right man is standing right here.”

  She smiled at me, and I crashed my lips into hers, giving her a seductive but possessive kiss that made her tighten her grip around my cock. Knowing I was about to burst, I told her to lie down on her back.

  “Will it hurt that much, daddy?” she asked, leaning back on a stack of pillows and running a finger over her clit.

  I crawled along the bed to her, trailing my eyes over her luscious curves and dripping snatch.

  “It’ll hurt a little, but I’ll go easy, baby.”

  After gripping her hips and tugging her down, I forced her thighs open and angled my cock to her puffy slit. She drew in a quick breath as I inched my way in. I could feel how heavy my balls were, and I could especially feel how tight she was.

  I went in another inch or so, feeling the resistance from her cherry, the membrane gripping the head of my cock so fucking tight. Samantha grimaced, so I lowered myself to her, my body weight pressing against her soft tits. I rested my hands on top of her head and told her to take a deep breath.

  “Okay, daddy.”

  Her chest rose slightly, and I tightened my buttocks before pushing all the way in, bursting her membrane in one little pop.

  She let out a squeak and flinched, but within seconds, her legs were wrapped around my waist and she was purring in my ear.

  I moved in deep strokes, pleasure rippling through me
as her walls gripped me so fucking good. Her fluid gushed out around my shaft, making slicky wet noises as I drove my cock in and out of her. My balls were tingling with ecstasy every time they slapped against her pussy lips.

  “Daddy … grind me harder,” she begged.

  I pushed in as deep as I could and worked my hips in a circle. Samantha’s pussy seemed to shrink around my dick, and I knew I must have been rubbing her hard little clit in this position.

  “I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, begging me not to stop.

  As if I planned to.

  I worked my hips harder, until I felt what I assume was her cervix rubbing the very tip of my cock head. And that was all it took for me. I blew my load inside my stepdaughter’s belly, spraying my seed all along her walls.

  She cried out in pleasure, her cunt contracting around my shaft in waves as I emptied the rest of my seed. Her legs gripped my waist and she bucked up to meet my thrusts.

  We fucked like that for several minutes, until my cock went soft and spilled out of her.

  “That was so good, daddy.” Samantha smiled up at me, her cheeks bright red and a glow about her face that made her look angelic.

  “It was perfect, baby.” I kissed her on the lips, letting my tongue dance with hers. I finally pushed up on my arms and glanced down at her tits, wanting to taste her pretty berries.

  I ran my tongue over her flesh, until her nipples puckered and hardened. I licked every inch of her breasts, and Samantha ran her fingers through my dark hair, telling me how good it felt for me to tease her tits with my mouth.

  And it suddenly occurred to me that I needed to feel her lips on me, too.

  “I need one more thing from my baby.”

  “Oooh, what’s that?” she asked, biting on the tip of her finger.

  I crawled up the bed and pointed my cock at her mouth. “I need you to clean daddy’s dick.”

  Without hesitation, she parted her lips and wrapped those fingers around my shaft again. I was still rather soft, but when she sucked me into her mouth, I knew right away it wouldn’t take much to get me hard again.

  My sexy stepdaughter sucked my dick, bobbing her head up and down and really going to town to make sure that every trace of her cum, and mine, was gone. I held the sides of her head, those long, dark strands brushing against my legs as she worked me good.