Daddy's BIG Secret Stash of Taboo Books, Vol. 5 (10 Books TABOO Horny House Series)

by Adrian Amos

  I nod. “I like working out with you.”

  “Then why do you want to leave?”

  I swallow, my heart racing as I tackle my own inner demons. It's so strange to think how I've kept my intentions hidden for so long. Right now, right here, I can explain myself and lift the burden that's been smothering me.

  “I only wanted to work out so I could be with you, daddy.”

  “Be with me?”

  “I-I never got to be around you as much as I wanted. I thought working out would bring us close.”

  He chuckles. “I'm sorry, I get so caught up in this that I forget about the outside world.” His hand lifts my chin up, keeping my eyes on his. “But you're right, it's brought us a lot closer. I can't tell you how much happier I've been since you've started working out with me. I didn't know it at the time, but I think I wanted to spend more time with you as well.” His smile fades, “That's why it's hard to hear that you want to quit.”

  “Daddy, I—“ My heart flutters, cutting my throat off. I take a deep breath, collecting myself. “I love you, daddy. I love being around you more than anything in the world.”

  “Then don't quit,” he sternly says.

  My words come out stressed. “But I can't just be around you, daddy! I can't just live this life where you don't notice me for who I am.”

  “Notice you...”

  “I'm a woman now. I'm your little girl, but I'm also a woman. It bothers me when you don't notice that.”

  I can see the red in daddy's face. He glances to the side, but comes back to me soon enough. “I do notice, babygirl. I've noticed for a long time.”

  I huff. “Then why haven't you done anything?” My question is childish, completely irrational, and utterly naive. It basically makes no sense whatsoever, and I know it, but I can't help how headstrong I feel, even if it comes out in a confusing mess.

  But, surprisingly, daddy doesn't laugh it away. He doesn't call me a stupid little girl or tell me I need to think before I speak. Instead, daddy's consideration at my words is short before he leans into me and gives me a kiss.

  What I thought was going to be a peck holds for far longer than that. Daddy's lips meet mine, and we both hold there, not wanting to pull away. Slowly, daddy's hand comes to the side of my head, holding me as his mouth massages mine.

  My chest thumps... is this really happening?! I turn my head against his hand, allowing my mouth to move with his. I kiss him deeply, releasing all this pent up frustration finally in a surge of lust. Daddy recognizes my fervor and his tongue pushes between my lips in response. I slide my tongue along his, enjoying the one part of his body that's soft and comforting.

  From here on out, everything going to be hard and unforgiving.

  I bite my lip and climb back up on the bench press. I get back into the dumbbell row position, lowering my stomach and sticking my ass out, showing daddy the poor form I had before.

  “I told you,” he says, standing and smiling, “you need to have correct form if you want to workout correctly.” His hand slides along my back, crossing over my tiny top, grazing the skin of my lower back before he crosses over the band of my spandex boy shorts. His hand cups my ass briefly before backing off and swatting me gently.

  I buck in delight, the impact more than enough to respark all the energy I'd felt earlier.

  He reprimands me. “Bad girls need to work on their form.”

  “I know, daddy. I like when you teach me.”

  He swats my ass again, a nice, crisp slap against the tight fabric. I giggle as I realize how much every touch daddy gives me is exciting. I bring both knees up onto the bench. “Are you going to work me out, daddy?”

  He nods. “The only way a daddy can work on his little girl.” Daddy swings his leg over the bench, straddling behind me as he places both hands on my back.

  The sweat on my body makes every little tingle from daddy's touch stand out all the more. It's like a cool breeze passing over my body that bristles my hair, making goosebumps stand up all over. And it's contagious, spreading throughout my body like a lascivious disease.

  I lower my head and stick my ass up for him, and his hands slide down to cup both of my cheeks. He squeezes, my ass giving way only slightly as my toned bottom resists him.

  But it can only resist so much.

  He paddles my butt softly before ferociously yanking my shorts down, panties and all, the burly beast in him uncovering his little girl. I squeeze my ass together, the sudden nakedness making me antsy.

  “You're glistening, babygirl.”

  Glistening is kind, because I know I'm soaked! I was just starting to get wet during the workout, and now with daddy's big hands all over my tiny body, my libido's ramped up, readying my body for him.

  “That pussy look so delicious.”

  I wiggle my ass for him, offering him the taste he desires. His giant hands pull my ass cheeks apart, allowing him access to my moist cunt. He dives in, his face buried between my cheeks as he eats my pussy from behind.

  I moan instantly, daddy's tongue parting my lower lips hungrily, devouring his baby's forbidden fruit. Up and down between my folds, my pussy quivers as his tongue glides along my slit. My back caves in, dropping me further to the bench, turning my ass upwards so daddy has a cleaner path to my pussy. It gives him easy access with his lips, which he uses to latch onto my clit, sucking on it with tiny kisses.

  Smack! Daddy slaps my ass as he puckers his lips, kissing me gently. The combined slap and kiss, though, makes each individual feeling mix into a much more intense sensation. It's like the kiss was harder and the slap was softer. I buck my hips, signaling to daddy I want more.

  He puckers up and slaps me again. I giggle as the vibration shoots to my clit, where daddy kisses it away.

  “More, daddy,” I laugh, shaking my butt. “More.”

  He roughly clips my ass, reddening me, but making it all feel better with a gentle kiss on my clit. He holds for a moment, giving my little nub an extra few seconds of sucking. He flicks his tongue over it, causing my stomach to seize up.

  I'm going to fucking explode at this rate!

  Daddy wraps his arm under my stomach and around my thighs, pulling my pussy into him, holding me there as he feasts on me. He shakes his nose between my folds, grunting as he peppers me with kisses. He kisses all around my cunt, occasionally bringing a fold into his mouth and sucking on it.

  “Oh, daddy!” I moan. It feels so good to have daddy between my legs. It's better than anything in the world. “Eat my pussy, daddy.”

  He growls into me, baring his teeth, obviously loving my words. He slaps my ass much harder than before, coming back to grip it tightly and dig in with his fingernails.

  I think I just made daddy's animal come out!

  Daddy stands up behind me, reaching over my back, grabs a handful of my brunette hair, and pulls me up vertically on my knees. Like a ravenous beast—one who's built his life on dominant masculinity—he grabs my shirt and yanks it up over my head, exposing my tits briefly before wrapping his hands around and crushing them in his grip.

  He's so rough, so hard, it's nearly painful, but incredibly erotic at the same time. Instead of a yelp, I moan with the kneading of daddy's hands on my small tits. On my knees, daddy slides me back against him, his thick muscles creating an impenetrable wall behind me. Daddy's hands continue massaging me as he leans in and sinks his teeth into my neck. His bite isn't hard, but it's shocking to my system, causing me to jolt and laugh.

  Oh my god, daddy's actually biting me and playing with my tits! It's like a fucking dream come true! And when he presses into me, I can feel the hardness of his cock beneath his shorts, begging to be released and put inside me. Daddy can't control himself, which makes his control over my body all the more exciting!

  He kisses up my neck, which tickles in its lightness.

  “Hah, daddy.”

  I turn toward him and our mouths meet; this time, the kiss is far more passionate, far more driven by lust on daddy's
side. There's no hesitation, just instinct. One of his hands slides down my stomach and cups my pussy, reestablishing his claim over me. He slides a finger into my slit, lubing quickly and gliding effortlessly through me.

  I ride his finger, anxious to finally have something of daddy's inside me. “Oh, yeah, daddy,” I moan into his mouth.

  “You want, daddy, don't you?” he asks.

  I nod quickly, biting my lip and closing my eyes. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, sinking his teeth into my neck one last time. He bites a little hard, like he doesn't want to forget what I taste like before pulling away.

  He pushes my head forward and I resume my previous position on my knees. Daddy pulls his thick, throbbing cock out of his shorts, too hyped up to even take them off. He merely pulls them down enough to free his arousal before grabbing my ass and stepping into me.

  His cock slides into me easily, bursting my cherry in an unceremonious fashion. Daddy's too consumed to care about my first time, instead bent on fucking his little girl without restraint. He pushes all the way to the hilt, eliciting a grunt from us both as his massive cock fills me up.

  “Oh fuck, daddy,” I groan. He reaches over me and puts a wad of my hair in his grip. He pulls back hard, drawing my head up to face the furthest wall.

  The next feeling is so intense I gasp, caught unaware by the sensitivity of my cunt. Daddy pulls back and slams his dick into me, my body trembling from the impact, a sharp sensation of pure pleasure exploding up my spine.

  My grunt is loud and harsh, a response akin to daddy's strength. Daddy takes nothing slow, pounding his cock deep into me without remorse, without a second's thought.

  But I take it—easily—as my body bends to his will but ricochets right back for more. Daddy throws his entire weight into me, fucking me like an angry grizzly bear.

  All that working out, all that time spent perfecting our physiques, it's almost like daddy was building me up for this day, strengthening my body so I'd be capable of taking his massive cock in stride. And if that were true, I need every bit of that strength to take what daddy gives me.

  He won't play nice, and I won't accept anything other than daddy's power.

  “Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard!”

  He grabs my hair, slamming his dick into me. “Take it, babygirl. Take this fucking dick.” I can hear the grit in his voice, the strain of his body as he uses everything in him to punish my little body.

  His thrusts pick up, but his power doesn't diminish, simply fucking me as hard and as fast as he can manage, splitting my cunt with impeccably sculpted hips. No slowdown, no weakness to give me respite, instead fucking me like a man was meant to fuck a woman: No remorse, no forgiveness, just carnal bestiality.

  “Give it to me. Mmmmm. Fuck me good. Spank me.”

  He strikes me, sending shock waves through my ass and pussy, causing me to squeeze around daddy's cock, intensifying his brutish penetrations. I grip the sides of the bench press, trying my hardest not to collapse and disappoint daddy. He didn't train me to be weak; he trained me to take everything life has to throw at me. He trained me to take his dick and love it!

  “Come on, babgirl,” he says, lifting me by the hair so I stand vertically again, “come with me. Come on daddy's dick.”

  “Yes! Daddy, yes! Come inside me! Fill my pussy up!”

  “Fuck yeah, baby. Take my dick.” He growls in my ear. “Take it!”

  His long cock drives into me, fucking me effortlessly as daddy works to make his little girl come. His attention, all his energy, is being put into me, and nothing in the world makes me happier. I grab my tits, squeezing them as daddy pounds away at me. The feeling of daddy fucking me so angrily rises up through me, seizing my breath and trapping me in mid gasp, holding my airways closed for a good five seconds.

  Until it all comes tumbling down: my airways free, I scream out a body shattering orgasm, aggressively fucked into me by daddy. Daddy's cock continues to pierce me, pushing each pulse of my pussy deeper into me, ramming my spasms from one set of muscles to the next. I cry to the ceiling as daddy pulls my hair back, my tits bouncing as daddy plows me. I release years of frustration and lust, years of longing and desire, in one magnificent orgasm.

  Daddy feeds off his little girl's release, accelerating into his own culmination, roaring as his orgasm blasts from his straining cock. Daddy doesn't pause, continuously pumping into me as his cum shoots out, filling me up but thrusting it further inside me, satiating my aching cunt with a flood of jizz. Into the depths he ejaculates, slathering me in daddy's hot, white batter, which my convulsing body drags further inside, doing its damnedest to make sure I come away with daddy's baby.

  My body wants nothing more than to be made the prize of this beastly man!

  We both let out a moan of ecstasy, melting together as we fall into each other's bodies. Our breaths sync up, moving like a single entity, working together to regain ourselves.

  Finally, daddy sits me up, helping me to my weak legs.

  He gives me a kiss and smiles. “I guess you don't have to keep working out with me anymore. I think you've got my attention from now on.”

  I give daddy a hug. “Daddy, I'm not going to quit now and leave you hanging.”

  He smiles, clearly embarrassed at his own happiness. “I'm glad to hear it. I don't want you going anywhere.”

  “If anything, I have to keep my body in tip-top shape.” I pull my shorts up, keeping daddy's cum nestled inside me, letting it work it's magic.

  I consider. “Besides, how else am I going to handle the pounding you're going to keep giving me?”

  “Keep giving you?” daddy mockingly smirks. “You're pretty confident.”

  “Daddy,” I chide him, “every good work out needs multiple reps and multiple sets. I expect nothing else from a workout warrior.”

  - - -

  Daddy Busts Me in His Dungeon

  I just can't help myself. The key was just sitting on the kitchen counter as my stepdad stepped out to run some errands. He can't blame me if he makes it so easy for me.

  And, no, I'm not taking his car if that's what you think. You see, in my family, the basement's been under lock and key that my stepdad's kept close to his chest. He's held it to him like it's his baby, ensuring no one but himself has access to it.

  I mean, it's been like that even before my mom passed, probably right after my mom and I moved in. It was this secret room between the two of them that I was always left out of. In reality, I thought my stepdad would lose interest in keeping it from me, but he seems to have grown even more strict about its closure.

  Until he got sloppy and left the key for me to find.

  It's one of those old brass keys, like twice the size of a normal key, meant for an old lock on an old door in an old house. When I put it in the keyhole, it makes the most satisfying click I've ever heard in my life. I never thought such a simple sound could make me tingle all over.

  The door is heavy, and when I finally push the creaky beast open, it leads to a descent into darkness. I glance around, letting my eyes adjust, before noticing a dangling chain. I pull it, lighting the stairwell up, and quietly close the door behind me. I don't want daddy coming home and noticing the door propped open.

  I slowly climb down the creepy old wooden stairs. The floor is completely unfinished, but the walls seem to be covered in huge, padded mattresses. The room is stocked with all sorts of weird things. My head spins slowly as I try to take in the vast assortment of treasure, as well as all the crap.

  There's an old dresser, a wooden chest, mounds of boxes and Christmas junk. There's a stockpile of books that seem to have fallen off the decrepit bookcase nearby. Man, is this really what they've been keeping from me? It looks like the garage sale of a hoarder who's being forced to clear out.

  But I notice something interesting in the corner behind the dresser: it's a clothes rack supporting a good dozen dresses or so. But these aren't ordinary dresses. They're cut low, high rising, sheer and lacy, absolute
ly decadent in their depravity.

  Wait... is this stuff my mom wore? No way, there's no way she'd be caught dead in any of this stuff. She was such a prudish woman, bless her heart. She was mousy and thin, hung to my stepdad like she was attached to him, which made people question how the two of us were related. They sometimes wondered if she was my younger sister, because where she was tiny and meek, I'm tall and curvy.

  I shuffle between some toppled boxes to get a closer look. This stuff just doesn't seem like her. Some of this looks like lingerie. Lacy with fish netting, this is some crazy, provocative stuff.

  Gross! What the hell were those two doing down here?

  I shrug. She's not here and—even though it might be crude to say—she won't mind if I check some of these out. Hell, I understand why she and daddy kept this a secret, but it still bothers me to be kept out of the loop.

  But wearing all this lace would just be... ooooooo... that dress is really fancy!

  There's a tiny black mini-dress hanging at the end of the rack, and when I pull it down to check it out, I'm floored by how gorgeous it looks. It's layered with vertical lines of black, shiny stones from top to bottom, but the most tantalizing aspect is the v-neck reaching down from neck to navel. Oh boy, I need to try this beauty on!

  I know it's crazy, what with being in this musty basement and the dress not being anywhere near my size, but when I see something I want, I don't usually walk away from it.

  I head over to a small table and set the dress down on it. I know it's going to be a tight fit, so I end up removing all my clothes, from my shirt to my underwear to my shoes. I try to pull it over my head but realize there's no way I'm getting my shoulders past the tight waist, so I take it off and step through the v-opening.

  It takes me a good five to ten minutes to get it on—getting the waist past my thick hips is a struggle—but when I finally get it onto my shoulders, I rush over to the dusty old standing mirror nearby.

  I turn and examine myself. It looks really good. The arms are sheer mesh ending at more stones by the wrists. It's super tight and my tits are being crushed by the form fitting dress, but my god, the amount of cleavage... I've always like my tits, but this dress makes them look amazing!