Ramona Scarlett’s Giant TOO TABOO Mega Bundle (Twenty Story Step Taboo Household Erotica Box Set)

by Ramona Scarlett

  You see, my daddy (well, really, my step-daddy but who cares?) is a photographer. He gets paid a lot of money to photograph weddings, big events downtown, celebrities—you name it, he does it. And on the side, he likes to take pictures of me.

  It started out when I was younger, maybe thirteen. One day, his friend Ron came over with a bunch of pretty outfits. There were dresses with all sorts of lace, short skirts, short-shorts and slinky little tube-tops. I got to try on all the outfits and pose for Ron and my daddy while they took pictures of me! They had me get into all sorts of funny poses. I’d bend over for them, I’d spread my legs and show off the cotton panties Ron had brought for me, the ones with a pretty little unicorn on them, complete with a pink bow. I still have them, in fact! Even though I’m eighteen now, I’m not that much bigger than when I’m thirteen. I can’t even ride roller coasters when we go to amusement parks, because I’m so tiny, and they never let me into rated-R movies, because I still look like I’m a little kid.

  I think my daddy likes that I look like a little kid, though. He sits me on his lap and strokes my skinny legs and my taut little tummy and cups my little boobs.

  “You’re daddy’s good little girl, Kelly,” he whispers in my ear as he tickles my belly. “Just don’t tell mom about this!”

  Anyway, daddy and Ron have been taking pictures of me ever since I was a little girl. I’d brag to my friends about how I was a model and they were all super jealous. Sometimes, my dad even let me bring my friends over and they got to dress up too. We’d have whole sleepovers where daddy and Ron brought home a bunch of fancy, pretty outfits for us to choose from. Then, we’d have our big photo shoot! We got to pose and do all sorts of silly things, like kiss each other and wrestle with each other and Ron and daddy would take pictures. That was so much fun.

  “Just don’t tell your moms,” my daddy would caution my friends. “You can tell your daddies, though, and they can call me if they want the pictures.”

  In the summer time, he mostly took pictures of me in bikinis. Usually, they were really, really skimpy bikinis—the kind I’d be afraid to wear at the beach! There were thongs that slid way, way up into my butt crack and they let my cute little butt wiggle when I walked! I’d never, ever let anyone see me like that, except maybe daddy and, you know, Ron too.

  But daddy and I flew out to Ron’s friend’s private beach in California. He told my mommy that we were going to visit his mother… Little did she know that my grandma has been dead for years! That’s another little secret I’m not allowed to tell mom.

  Anyway, we went to the private beach. It was beautiful! Sand and ocean, pure, glistening blue, as far as the eye could see. I got to play around in the surf and lay out with my top undone on my belly and tan, all the while daddy and Ron and Ron’s friend watching me, taking pictures and drinking beers. That was a great summer, and after daddy had taken a bunch of pictures of me, rolling around in the water and sand, covering my tanned legs and belly with sand and smiling for the camera, my chestnut brown hair all messed up with water and sunscreen, he bought me a great big teddy bear as a reward.

  “You can tell mommy that grandma gave you that,” he said, smiling as he gave it to me. I hugged it tight and nuzzled it. Ron even pulled out his camera to take a few quick pictures of me with my teddy bear.

  Before dances in high school, my daddy would always take a bunch of pictures of me as I got ready—first when I was just in my underwear, and then as I put on my dress. Sometimes, he would have me bend over and wiggle my butt for him after I had my pretty dress on. He’d snap a few pictures and then, like always, warn me that I couldn’t tell mom.

  Of course, I didn’t mind—this was my fun game with daddy! I liked helping daddy with his work and besides, it meant that he would always buy me a pretty new dress for each dance, even if they were really, really short. He’d also buy me a new thong and encourage me to wear it for the dance. I don’t really like wearing thongs but I like that daddy likes it and at dances, when my dress started to ride up and show off my butt, the boys absolutely loved my thongs too!

  Anyway, for my eighteenth birthday party, daddy rented out a big mansion in the country side for me to invite all my friends to. I was so excited! He had thrown me a big super sweet sixteen party, in a rented out night-club downtown, but this was going to be even better! There was going to be a pool, a DJ, everything!

  The morning of my party, daddy drove me out to the mansion. It was pretty far away from our house, so mommy didn’t want to come—she was asleep in bed, like she usually is. Daddy and I piled into his convertible and sped off on the highway.

  “So, sweetie,” he began once we’d been driving for a while. “You’re a big girl now, so that means we can play some adult games.”

  “Adult games, daddy?”

  “That’s right. Adult games. The kind daddies play with mommies.”

  “Do you play these games with my mommy?”

  “No, your mommy isn’t really into these games. Daddy hasn’t had anyone to play with.”

  “Aw, I’ll play with you, daddy!” I said, reaching out to pat him on the arm. My daddy is a really handsome guy. He’s big and strong and has a kind, stern face, just like a daddy should. He works out all the time, so he’s muscular and he can lift me up clean over his head! He likes to pick me up and toss me in the air, spinning me around as he catches me. That’s one of my favorite games that we play, but it sounded like I’d pretty soon be getting to play some even better games.

  “I knew you would, darling. This will be extra fun, because Ron is going to take pictures. You can even play with Ron, if you like.”

  “Oh, is Ron going to be at my party too?” I asked, a smile breaking out on my face. All my girlfriends love Ron because he’s funny and sweet and he gives great hugs and hands out candy wherever he goes. He loves to tickle, too—you’ve never been tickled until you’ve had Ron on top of you, tickling you mercilessly! It’s even better when you’re in a super tiny bikini!

  “He sure is, sweetheart. He promised me he wouldn’t miss your eighteenth birthday party for anything.”

  “Yay!”

  My daddy shot me a grin and ran a hand down my thigh. I smiled and shifted a little in my car seat, letting my daddy squeeze the soft flesh of my leg. I was just wearing short jean shorts and a tight little top that left my midriff exposed. My daddy ran his fingers along my inner thigh and I sighed. This sure felt good. He stroked my slowly and I whimpered, feeling my daddy’s fingers work their way along my soft, smooth skin. I leaned back and spread my legs instinctively, giving him more access. I wanted him to stroke me just like this, even more! It felt so good.

  “That’s a good girl,” my daddy whispered, not taking his eyes off the road. “This is part of our new game. And what do I always say about our games?”

  “Don’t tell mom!” I answered with a giggle. He grinned and blew me a kiss.

  “That’s right, baby doll.”

  He ran his fingers up my leg and into the leg of my shorts. I shuddered, feeling my daddy’s fingers work their way up to my cunny. I’d never let a boy touch me there, daddy always warned me against that, saying I could kiss boys but not let them touch my boobs or my pussy. But now, here he was, running his finger over my thong clad slid! And it felt good—even the slight pressure he applied send shocks of electricity through my young body. I moaned softly, gripping his wrist.

  “Is this our new game, daddy?” I asked.

  “It’s one of them, baby girl,” he answered, steering with one hand while he stroked me with the other. He wormed his finger inside my panties and I felt it along my slit.

  “I’m dirty there,” I whimpered. “I’m getting all sticky.”

  “You’re not dirty. This is what’s supposed to happen to little girls when their daddies touch them.”

  “Really, daddy?”

  “Mhm. See, it’s even tasty.”

  He pulled his finger away from my slit and licked it clean.

  “Gross,
daddy!”

  “Not at all. You’re very tasty.” And with that, he returned his finger to my wet little slit. Now, well-slicked by his saliva, his finger slid inside of me easily. I gasped. I had only ever had my own fingers inside my pussy and then, only in the shower when no one else was around.

  “Oh, daddy!” I moaned. “Should you be doing this while you’re driving?”

  “Oh, don’t worry. I know what I’m doing,” he said with a knowing smirk. “A daddy can always play with his daughter, no matter what.”

  “Yes, daddy,” I murmured, shifting my hips and offering myself up to him. He slid his finger deeper into me and then slid it out, smearing some of my juices along my pussy lips. I always keep my pussy totally hairless, since I do so many photo shoots for daddy and I’m always wearing thongs or bathing suits or both in one shoot! He ran his finger all over my pussy, smearing the sticky wetness around. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of the car speeding down the highway and my daddy’s finger, sliding all over my most sensitive spot. I wanted more of it. I wanted more of my daddy’s fingers.

  As if reading my mind, he slid a second finger inside of me, spreading my pussy out gently. I’m awful tight, so even having two fingers inside hurt a little bit. My daddy’s fingers are a whole lot bigger than mine and the most I had ever been able to get inside my pussy were two fingers or maybe the handle of my hairbrush.

  “Daddy, that’s too much,” I whimpered.

  “Oh, baby, this is part of the game. You have to stretch a little bit.”

  “I think I’m too tight.”

  “That’s okay. We’ll get you stretched out. Ron will play this game with you too and we’ll get you nice and loose by the end of the party.”

  I smiled, already feeling more comfortable as I felt his fingers slide in deeper, almost too the knuckle.

  “Sure thing, daddy. Sounds perfect.”

  He began to pump his fingers in and out of my pussy, the tips of his fingers sliding along the insides of my pussy walls. I moaned, loving every second of this. I grunted and pushed my hips forward, trying to get more of his fingers inside of me. I was so tight and I wanted my daddy to hurry up and stretch me out, stretch me out wide!

  Then, he slid a third finger inside of me and I gasped. Now, that was a tight fit. I sighed and shuddered, wiggling my hips and trying to help him fit his big fingers inside of me.

  “They… they won’t fit,” I gasped, panting a little bit, my tight belly rising and falling with each breath. I shuddered.

  “Oh, sure they will, sweetie,” my daddy said, totally confident. He used his thumb to stroke my clitty and I dug my fingers into his wrist hard, scratching him bad, but I didn’t care because that felt incredible! He ran his thumb up and down over my clit and I threw my head back and gasped. Could other people on the highway see me? I didn’t care if they saw me; all I cared about was the incredible pleasure my daddy was giving me!

  Daddy swirled his finger around my clit and my hips shook. I tightened the muscles in my pussy around his fingers, relaxing them and then tightening them again. I was getting used to having his big fingers inside of me and he began to pump them again, and all the while, I savored the feeling of his fingers impaling me and receding, knuckle by knuckle, fingering my tight hole. It was incredible! I was so grateful to my daddy for being so gentle and getting me ready for our other games like this. And he kept playing with my swollen little clit, alternating between flicking it with his thumb up and down and rotating it like a little joystick.

  My pussy was leaking now like a faucet and I was sure I was going to ruin the nice, pretty pink and blue thong daddy had given me to wear that morning.

  “Daddy, what if I get my undies all wet?” I whimpered. “Is there a washing machine at the mansion?”

  “There sure is, sweetheart, but don’t worry. Ron’s bringing a bunch of different outfits for you to try on.”

  “Oh, goodie!”

  “You’ll get to pick out your favorite outfit for your party tonight,” he assured me, stroking my clit still. I kept whimpering and squealing in pleasure, the kind of pleasure that’s so good, it’s almost painful. “And we’ll take a bunch of different pictures so you’ll be able to see what you look like in each!”

  “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I squealed, holding onto his wrist even tighter, both out of delight at all the beautiful clothes that were waiting for me and at the feelings of pleasure and electricity bounding through my belly as a result of the teasing and tickling he was doing on my pussy. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and smeared my juices all over my lips. I licked and sucked at his fingers obediently—this was another game Ron and my daddy sometimes played with me! They’d have me suck each one of their fingers and decide who’s tasted better. It was a weird game but they both really seemed to like it… Daddies and their friends are weird sometimes, I guess!

  Anyway, I licked my daddy’s fingers, sucking down my sour juices. He was right: they didn’t taste half bad! My daddy slid his fingers into my mouth until they were deep in there. I almost gagged on them but I kept my cool. My daddy has been teaching me ever since I was little how not to gag!

  You see, he has another game that lets you practice not gagging when you’ve got something in your throat. This is what you need: a regular banana, and then a tasty, frozen banana dipped in chocolate. First, I’d slide the banana deep into my throat, as deep as I could take it without gagging. Then, ever so slightly, I’d push it a little further, letting my throat get used to it being in there deeper before pushing it in further. I’d push it in absolutely as far as it could go and then, when I was done, daddy would give me the chocolate-covered frozen banana as a reward! I guess that last part isn’t totally necessary. The reward could be something else, like a lollipop or a candy bar or whatever it was daddy was doing to me now, because boy, was that fantastic!

  He slid all three of his fingers, now totally wet with my spit, back into my pussy and they went in easy and deep. I gasped, the familiar feeling of his fingers delighting me. He began to work them in fast and furious, his thumb pressing down on my clit. I shut my eyes and felt something building in my tummy, bubbling up.

  “Oh, boy, daddy,” I moaned. “I… I feel something coming!”

  “Just let it out, baby darling,” my daddy murmured, never taking his eyes off the road.

  And let it out I did. I moaned and felt like I was exploding as my pussy clenched at his fingers and spasmed all over him, my juices flowing freely.

  “Oh, daddy! Daddy!” I moaned and grunted, squeezing my eyes shut and panting. As the feelings died down, I kept my eyes closed, just trying to catch my breath. Slowly, I opened my bleary eyes to see the sun shining on the highway ahead of us. I felt like I had just woken up from a dream.

  “Daddy, that was… incredible.”

  “I’m glad you liked it, baby girl. That was just an introduction to the kind of big girl games you can play now that you’re eighteen.”

  “But I thought I was still you little girl, daddy?”

  “Oh, sweet thing, you’ll always be my little baby girl,” he said with a smile, patting my thigh, moist with a little bit of sweat and pussy juice from the diddling he just gave me. “Always.”

  ~

  We pulled off the highway and down a long series of country roads. It was so pretty out here, not like in the boring suburb where we lived. I don’t know why we lived there, in our boring little house with my boring mom and my boring brother and sister. I wish I could just run away with my daddy and go interesting places with him and Ron and take lots of pictures and wear interesting clothes. I know daddy has a lot of money—something about his website on the side, but that’s another secret I’m not supposed to tell mommy about. I guess that’s why he and I don’t go live somewhere else, or at least downtown—he doesn’t want mommy to know about his website or all the money he makes from it!

  Anyway, after a while, we pulled into the loooong driveway of the mansion. It was prett
y secluded from the road—if you didn’t know there was a driveway here, you probably wouldn’t notice it at all. I bet you could do basically whatever you wanted up at this mansion, and no one would ever know!

  Then, we came to the house and wow! It was more of a castle than anything else, with a beautiful pond and garden out in front. We pulled up in front of the house and the front door opened. Ron appeared in a fun, pink and purple pinstriped suit. His bright yellow shirt was unbuttoned a few buttons down to the middle of his hairy chest, revealing the gold chains he always wears. Ron’s a pretty snappy dresser.

  “There’s my favorite little girl!” he roared, waving as we got out of the car. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!”

  “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I squealed, running into his outstretched arms for a big hug. I planted a big kiss on his hairy cheek and he patted my butt affectionately. He’s been doing that ever since I was a little kid too!