by Skye Darrel
His Dirty Lessons:
A Taboo Erotica
By Skye Darrel
His Dirty Lessons: A Taboo Erotica is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2018 by Skye Darrel
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His Dirty Lessons
My stepdad Caden cuts through the pool. He almost went to the Olympics and the years haven’t slowed him. I’m jealous. He swims like a shark, and when he gets out at the deep end, those Speedos around his waist leave a big bulge.
Daddy pads over, dripping water, and he pulls his goggles off. My chest flutters at the sight of his tapered waist. Those rugged muscles that pop in his hip make my heart climb.
“Get in the water, Becky. Do some laps. We haven’t got all night.”
I pout and cross my arms.
I’m eighteen, just graduated.
I took a semester off before college to work at Daddy’s law firm. Get some real world experience and all. I thought it’d be easy. But Daddy treats me like his secretary. And every evening, he drags me out for a swim. It was my mistake for telling him I want to try out for the swim team next year. Now he makes me practice every day. It’s supposed to teach me discipline.
Tonight he took me out later than usual. The pool’s empty, and the lifeguard dozes in his chair.
“I’m tired,” I say. My eyes wander over Daddy’s physique. “I want to go home.”
I’m wearing a slinky two-piece meant more for the beach. I was hoping it would entice Daddy to leave me alone. I’ve noticed lately that when I show some skin, Daddy listens more.
“Get in the pool, Becky.”
“I told you, Dad. I’m not in the mood. Tired.”
“I’m tired too,” Daddy says, stepping closer. “Of your teasing.”
I blush hotly. “Huh?”
“That’s a bikini isn’t it?”
“So?”
“And why do you walk around in panties at home?”
“It’s comfortable. I-I just like it.”
Daddy grits his teeth. He cups my breast and squeezes. “So do I.”
The breath catches in my throat. Daddy pinches my nipple through the bikini top. Chills run down my spine and I drop my eyes to see the rise in his crotch.
His cock. Hard.
“You don’t want to swim?”
I let out a moan. “N-No.”
“We’ll do something else then.”
I meet his heated gaze and I flinch. Daddy steps closer. I steal another glance at his bulge. The shape of his cock strains and pushes under the snug fabric. It looks painful.
Daddy pulls down the Speedos. His erection juts up, thick and ruddy and swollen with veins. A clear bead forms at the tip.
My pussy clenches and I let out a moan. “What are you doing?” I glance at the lifeguard still sleeping. “He’ll see. We can’t—”
Daddy kisses me. His cock slides over my tummy leaving a trail of fire. He strokes my long hair and whispers, “Get in the pool, Princess.”
He pushes the crotch of my bikini aside and slides a finger along my pink crease. A pulse ripples through me. Then he fondles my clit. My feet edge apart and heat flushes my body. I bite my lip, caught in the headlights of Daddy’s harsh glare.
He rubs my damp pussy.
My hand falls to his cock and I squeeze him lightly. Daddy twitches.
We stare in silence. Daddy groans when I run my thumb around his tip.
“You’ve done this before, baby girl?”
I bite my lip. “Never.”
“Get in the water, Princess. If you’re a good girl, Daddy will give you a reward.”
I climb down into the shallow end that reaches my waist. The pool is almost warm. Daddy follows me in.
Under the water, I feel his hand probing my virgin pussy. The smell of chlorine can’t drown out Daddy’s scent, a smell I’ve known for years and now makes my pussy throb. He rubs around the edge of my slit, flicks the peak of my swollen clit.
I gasp. Touching myself never felt so good, so wrong.
Then Daddy pushes two fingers into my pussy and I open my mouth in a silent cry. I clench around his fingers. Face burning, I don’t dare look around.
“You guys okay?” It’s the lifeguard. He sounds suspicious. I’d be too if saw a big man like Daddy holding a small girl like me against the wall.
“Yeah!” Daddy yells past my shoulder. “I’m showing my daughter a few moves. She’s a good swimmer, but I’m better.”
“Ah.” The lifeguard sounds bored now. “We close in fifteen, man.”
Daddy leans into me. “Take my dick, baby girl. Use your hand. He’s not looking.”
I hold Daddy’s girth under the water, stroking slowly, and I try not to think. My heart stutters as Daddy’s fingers leave my pussy, only to close around my clit. He pinches. Pulls. Rubs gently. Even though the water’s lukewarm it feels like a sauna.
I’m going to cum.
With Dad’s hand on my pussy.
I squeeze my eyes shut and whimper, stroking him faster. I want to hurt him for making me feel so good, for making me feel this way. My mind hovers in a daze as I grip his hard cock.
I’m determined to make him cum first. In my head I see his cock shooting cum and a wave of heat ripples through my body.
Daddy starts to gasp. I think I’m winning—until he curls a finger under my front wall and rubs the spot there as he presses my clit.
I thrash and bite back cries, splashing the calm surface. There’s a squirting sensation in my vagina and my face burns like a furnace.
“Did you cum?” he says in my ear.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s enough practice. Time to go.”
He takes my hand off his cock.
In the car, I’m nervous. It’s a fifteen-minute drive from the gym back home, and usually Daddy would babble on about what he expects from me at work. Tonight he’s silent.
I chew my lip and keep my hand on my lap. Every time the car bumps over something I feel a jolt up my pussy. Images of Daddy’s cock flash before my eyes as I rub my thighs together. I feel violated. Used.
And I want more.
How can a girl want that? What’s wrong with me? I glance at Daddy’s sharp profile and I blush in the dark.
“Why did you do that?” I whisper.
The corner of his jaw flexes. “You want the truth?”
“Y-Yes.”
“I love you, baby girl. I stroke my cock at night wondering what your cunt feels like wrapped around me. I want to taste you. I want to fuck you everywhere. Squeeze your plump ass. I want to hear you scream and shoot my cum in your little hole.” His sighs. “Plus, you wouldn’t get in the damn pool.”
My heart rattles behind my chest and my skin fevers.
“I liked it, Daddy.” I stare at him as we turn onto our street. “Are you—gonna do the other stuff too?”
He turns off the engine in our driveway. “Yeah.”
“Tonight?”
He tips my chin toward him. “Get inside. Go to your room. Wait for me.”
His voice is firm and brooks no argument.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Upstairs, I drop off my gym bag and sit at the edge of my bed fidgeting. I glance at the stuffed animals on my pillows and frown. My room’s a dazzle of pink and aqua and everything is so girly. It’s all so wrong—I’m a woman now. I shouldn’t even have this stuff. But when Daddy walks in, pulling his belt off, I can�
�t help but feel like his little girl, craving for him to show me how to be a woman.
Daddy shuts the door. His belt drops to the floor. Then his shirt. Pants. He’s naked and taut with muscles, cock growing. He looks at my messy desk, the clothes strewn over the floor, and his eyes fall on the panties I’d worn yesterday. He picks them up and as I watch, finds the smear of my juices and rubs it over his tongue.
His cock jerks upright.
I blush hotly.
“I want the fresh thing,” he growls. “Get up.”
I obey and Daddy yanks down my shorts, pulls off my top. He unhooks my bra and peels down my panties.
Two fingers split my smooth pussy. My cream drips out. He catches a strand in his palm and licks it clean.
“You taste good, baby.” His eyes darken. “But you were a bad girl today, not doing your laps.”
I take a step back as he steps forward.
“Turn around. Put your hands on the bed. Raise your ass.”
I do as I’m told, shivering, as Daddy runs a finger down the bumps of my spine. A slap thwacks my rear, stinging my right cheek. Then another. So hard it ripples my buttocks. Back and forth Daddy spanks my upturned ass. His other hand gropes my breasts roughly.
My nipples pucker into points and my whole body buzzes with warmth. The room fills with thwacks. My whimpers turn to cries. Tears roll down my face. I buck my hips back as a final slap lands on both cheeks.
Daddy rubs my tender bottom. He cranes my neck around and we kiss.
“Good girl,” he whispers, running his hand in the cleft of my ass.
Then his finger curls into my slit and he rubs a spot on my rear wall that makes me rise on tiptoes.
“Ohhh.”
“You like that?”
“Better than before, Daddy.”
“You don’t like to be spanked, Princess?”
“No.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
I blush. “You were punishing me.”
“Do you like to be punished, baby?”
“A little.” He’s rubbing the puckered skin of my asshole. “N-Not there,” I moan, even as I push myself onto his finger.
Daddy gives my ass another smack. He growls. “Don’t worry, baby girl. I won’t fuck your ass tonight.”
He lays me on the bed stretched out and climbs on, pushing between my thighs. Daddy pins me open and he rubs his cock over my soft folds, smearing my juices, and he breathes harshly as he kneads my left breast. The muscles of his abs bunch together in knobs, his whole body straining.
I arch when I feel his cock pushing into my pussy. My legs tuck up.
Daddy thrusts. I cry out, the pain sharp and brief. His cock plunges through and my walls grip him. My belly rises and falls as he grits his teeth and pushes in another inch. I look down to see his shaft buried between my folds, stretched thin around the thick middle of his cock. My knees squeeze his sides as Daddy holds still, groaning and panting.
“You’re so tight, baby.” He rubs his face against mine, whispering nasty words in my ear. “I love your tight little pussy. So warm and wet. Relax, Princess. Let Daddy in.”
I squeal and pummel my fists on his shoulders, roiling with pleasure that shoots through me in hot bursts. I hear my juices squelching as Daddy moves his hips, churning his cock in my throbbing hole.
“Daddy,” I whimper.
He thrusts again and I feel the tap of his sac below my lower folds, the head of his cock forced deep against the roof of my pussy.
I toss my head back. My feet swing into the air and I claw down his back.
Daddy moves his hips in a circle grinding against my clit.
My walls stretch and pulse. The sensation is excruciating. I struggle to breathe as my legs lower and I clench my pussy, desperate for more friction as I’m impaled on his big cock.
“That’s it, baby girl.” He plants a kiss on my throat. “You’ll make Daddy cum.”
He grunts as he pushes in and out, building up his rhythm and the length of his thrusts. He cages me under him. His cock pumps my sopping pussy. My juices flow in sticky squishes, suckling around his shaft.
The force of Daddy’s thrusts pushes me up the bed, into the stuffed animals I’ve collected over the years. Gifts from Daddy. They watch with lifeless eyes as Daddy gives me another gift. And he demands one back.
“Cum for me,” he grits out. “Give me your pussy.”
I toss my head from side to side, moaning, simmering with heat. His body pounds against mine. The mattress creaks loudly.
Even though it’s night and we’re alone in the house, and the door is shut, and no one can possibly hear us, I choke back cries and try to keep silent.
It’s so wrong, fucked by the man who raised me. Who’s been there and loved me and now loves me in new ways. I look into his eyes and my small body quakes.
“Tell me you love me,” I gasp.
“I love you, baby.” He holds my cheeks. “You’re my princess.” He snarls. “My slut.”
I pull tight in a steep arch as Daddy slams his cock. An orgasm rips through me and I clench so hard it hurts. Explosions rock my belly. Every inch of my skin buzzes and my fingers dig into his back.
Daddy howls, deep and feral, and he shifts back, but I squeeze my thighs tighter holding him in me, and our eyes meet as his cock twitches.
“Becky!” he shouts, his cock only halfway out.
I pull on his shoulders.
Daddy’s cock sputters. His cum floods my pussy in scalding spurts. His eyes roll back and he sinks into me to the very base of his cock. Our cum slosh together.
Daddy’s seed coats my walls. There’s so much it oozes out around his shaft, trickling between my buttocks, seeping into my skin.
“Fuck, baby girl.” He strokes my flushed cheek with the back of his fingers. “You—fuck.”
“I wanted to feel you, Daddy.”
A faint smile forms on his lips. “Dirty little slut.”
“Uh-huh. You have your cock in your little girl and you’re calling me dirty?”
He’s still in me, and when he finally pulls out, I wince.
He plants a punishing kiss on my mouth. “You want Daddy’s baby, is that it?”
I pout and reach down and I stroke his wet cock, still half-hard. Another spurt of cum dribbles out to smear my thigh. “I’m yours, Daddy. You have to take care of me.”
“Yes,” he says softly. “You’re mine.”
Daddy rolls aside and he cups my pussy, gently massaging me, soothing the soreness away. He squeezes my breasts as he kisses my hair. His heavy cock lies on my thigh. Daddy’s hand roams over my body for a while, pinching and rubbing, until I fall asleep in his arms.
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The alarm buzzes. I push up, yawning, to see Daddy hovering over me. He’s already dressed for work but his eyes blaze with new lust. I’m naked, the sheets pulled off my body. He runs a hand down my curves and slides two fingers into my moist pussy.
I’d woken in the middle of a dream about Daddy fucking me on all fours, slapping my ass and pulling my hair. It was filthy.
“C’mon, Princess. Time for work.” His fingers curl against my spot. “I’d love to play with you all day, but we have that meeting with Glenn Lester today. You remember?”
“Yes,” I sigh, spreading my thighs as Daddy rubs faster. “Daddy, do I have to dress up today?”
I hate wearing skirts and blouses. Don’t even get me started on high heels.
Daddy’s fingers glide under my front wall as his thumb rubs my clit. I’m a little sore. But Daddy’s gentle. A moan leaves my mouth. I bat my eyelashes and squeeze Daddy’s crotch. His cock is rock hard.
“Fine,” Daddy mutters. “You can make it a casual. This one time.”
“Just this once?”
He pinches his fingers together making me yelp. “Yes, baby girl. Get up.” Daddy pulls his hand away and tastes his fingers. “Such a sweet pussy.”
“You’re embarrassing me.”
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sp; He pulls me off the bed and I giggle as Daddy tickles my sides. He rubs over my belly and gives me a light smack on the butt. “I’ll embarrass you a lot more if you don’t hurry up, baby. C’mon. We don’t want to be late.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I look through my closet while Daddy makes us breakfast. A casual day is a casual day. I pick out a yellow tank and matching denim shorts and jacket. Then the finishing touch—something I know that’ll get Daddy’s heart going—a pair of knee socks. I’ve never cared much about appearances. I’m the kind of girl who wears stuff until they fray as long as they’re comfy. But I’m going to make Daddy hurt today.
Downstairs, Daddy’s all trim and stylish in his perfect suit and tie. Hair smoothed back. Eyes sharp and hungry. Daddy’s a hunter. Part of it has to do with his work, how he is, but I know another part is me. The bulge in his pants hasn’t gone.
I stare at him for a while, smiling, as he hands me a plate of eggs and toast.
“What?” he says.
“You’re so handsome, Daddy.”
He growls and looks me over. “I’m a professional.”
“So am I,” I say haughtily.
He moves behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “Not yet you aren’t, my princess. But you do have a sweet little pussy.”
“Daddy! Be a gentleman.”
“Hurry up, baby. Or you’ll find out what happens to naughty brats who make their daddies late.”
I roll my eyes. “What?”
Daddy says nothing. He kisses my neck.
It’s half past nine when we get to Daddy’s law firm. He ushers me to his back office with a hand on my back. We’re barely settled in when Harriet, a paralegal, rushes in with a binder full to bursting. I help her set it down on Daddy’s desk.
“Casual Friday come early?” Harriet says.
“It came,” I say with a wink.
“What?”
“Nothing, nothing. I had Dad’s permission. Those are nice heels, Harriet. Gucci?”
“Don’t flatter me, girl.” She looks at Daddy. “You’d better not spoil her, Mr. Wallace.”
“Too late for that,” Daddy mutters. “Is Glenn Lester here yet?”
“Yep. Should I send him back?”
