Taken by Daddy MEGA BUNDLE: 10 Taboo Stories

by Danielle Lux

  It won't be that way for long, I thought to myself. I was going to ruin that little cunt with my big cock, and then, nine months later, giving birth would destroy the last of that previous tightness.

  I went over and joined her on the bed, my cock, slightly softer now, still hanging out the top of my jeans. I rubbed one of my big fingers against the entrance to her slit, making her gasp.

  “Oh Daddy!”

  I hadn't planned on going down on Pippa, but her pussy was so clean and beautiful that it would have been a crime not to.

  I leaned down. Pippa’s clit was already exposed, the soft pink nub poking out from its hood. I leaned down and licked it, tasting her juices.

  “Oh god,” Pippa said, running her fingers through my hair, “oh daddy!”

  I worked my tongue on her clit like a cat lapping up cream. She wriggled and squirmed and grabbed on to my head for dear life.

  “Keep going! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!”

  And cum she did, her thighs gripping my head like a vice as her juices ran down my chin.

  “That was amazing, Daddy.”

  I sat up and pulled off my shirt. For a man in his fifties I'm in pretty good shape, if I do say so myself, and Pippa certainly seemed to be a fan—running her fingers across my abs.

  “Damn,” she said. “I've wanted to touch these since we went on that family holiday to the beach three years ago. Your body is amazing.”

  I took off my jeans and, butt naked, I crawled on top of Pippa, positioning my cock at the entrance to her slit. I was rock hard again.

  “Daddy, have you got a condom?”

  I laughed.

  “Daddy’s too big for condoms, baby.”

  This was sort of true: Most condoms were far too small for my girth and split under the pressure. However, I did have a box of condoms from Europe in my dresser drawer that just about fit me. For some stupid reason American condoms can only go up to a certain size by law, so I have to order mine from abroad.

  But I wasn't gonna tell Pippa any of that. For one, she was probably too dumb to know there were countries outside of America. And two, for my plan to work I needed to take her bareback.

  “I'm sure one of Steve’s will fit,” Pippa said, rummaging in her bedside drawer. “He uses Magnums.”

  I scoffed. Magnums, even the XL ones, aren't really much bigger than regular rubbers. They’re mainly bought by losers like Pippa’s boyfriend, so they can show off how “hung” they are.

  A real man, with a really big dick, would tear a Magnum to shreds.

  But I thought I'd let Pippa go through the motions. I had to at least pretend I wanted to use protection.

  Pippa peeled open the golden wrapper and pulled out the condom. It was so much narrower than the ones I usually used. “Trash bags” was what my Asian secretary referred to my European condoms as. “Get one of your trash bags, Mr Simons, I want you to fuck me.”

  Pippa held the teat at the top of the rubber with two fingers, then lowered the ring onto the head of my cock. It barely covered it.

  Still holding the teat with one hand, she used the other to roll the condom down my length. Or at least she tried to: she had to really force the rubber to roll down my cock head, my girth was just too much for it.

  “I'm not sure it's gonna fit baby,” I said, hoping she’d get the hint.

  “It'll fit, Daddy.”

  She had to let go of the teat and use fingers from both hands to stretch the ring, rolling it down my shaft as best she could. I winced—the condom was so tight it was like wearing shoes three sizes too small.

  Finally the condom was fully unraveled—and it barely covered a third of my dick. The third it was covering was red and squashed, and hurt like a motherfucker.

  “There,” said Pippa, smiling at her handiwork. “I told you it would—”

  Like a water balloon filled beyond its limits, the condom burst, my cock destroying the protection Pippa forced her boyfriend to wear. She reached down and peeled a piece of latex from my shaft.

  “Wow,” she gasped. “I guess you really were too big.”

  I pushed her back on the bed, lining my cock up with the inviting pink lips of her cunt.

  “Bob… Daddy… what about the condom? I can't get pregnant, Mom would flip!”

  That's what I'm hoping, I thought.

  “I'll pull out, Pippa, I promise.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I've promised, haven't I?”

  “Ok, Daddy.”

  I leaned forward, pushing the head of my dick against Pippa’s pussy lips. She gasped as I rubbed my glans against her juicy, wet clit.

  My cock head pushed her flaps apart as I slowly eased myself into Pippa.

  “Christ, you're tight, Pippa,” I said, as the head of my dick disappeared into her hungry cunt.

  Pippa reached her hands round, running her nails down my back.

  “Daddy…” she whimpered, lovingly. And, for once, it didn't seem like she was putting on an act. She looked up at me with shy, nervous eyes as I pushed slowly onwards into the depths of her vagina.

  “Daddy, it's so big, I'm don't know if I can do it…”

  “You can do it,” I told her, running my fingers through her hair. “I believe in you.”

  It was just some stupid thing to say—me playing up to the whole “Daddy” thing—but Pippa burst into tears. Real, genuine tears—unless she was secretly an amazing actress.

  “Bob, I… I know I can be a brat, but I really do love you and Mom.”

  Christ. This was a side to Pippa I'd never seen before.

  “You… love me?” I asked, slightly incredulous. In the six years I'd known her, Pippa had never given me anything but grief.

  “Of course I do,” she said smiling, her eyes wet from tears. “You're my Daddy.”

  Oh dear.

  “You're the one who's always been there for me, unlike the shitbag who knocked Mom up and left. You put a roof over our heads, you tried to keep me out of trouble, making sure I went to school, and you've always been there for Mom when I made her cry.

  “I know I can be a little shit, but I really do love you.”

  She leaned forward and hugged me. If it wasn't for the two inches of cock I still had in her pussy, it would almost have been a tender family moment.

  “You going to fuck me now, Daddy?” Pippa asked. “I think my pussy’s ready for you now.”

  For one of the only times in my life, I felt guilty. Could I really do this, get an eighteen-year-old girl who looked up to me pregnant so her mom would kick her out of the house?

  I decided to test her, to see if she really did deserve another chance after all the shit that she’d pulled over the years. After making life hell for her mother and I for so long.

  “Baby,” I said, “are you sure you want to do this? Don't you feel bad, sleeping with your mother’s husband? We can stop now and I promise I won't breathe a word to your mom about Steve and the drugs.”

  Pippa thought for a moment.

  “Nah, I want you to split me open with your big fat cock.”

  And with that, she sealed her fate.

  “Ok baby,” I said, “if that's what you want.”

  Without warning I thrust into Pippa’s tight cunt, plunging at least three more inches into her with one powerful thrust.

  “Ow fuuuuck!” Pippa yelled, digging her nails into my back. The little bitch was piercing my fucking skin, which pissed me off —so I thrust another two inches into her.

  “Daddy, it hurts! You're going too quickly!”

  Her tight pussy felt like Saran Wrap around my dick, squeezing it almost as tight as the condom had.

  I gave a final thrust and buried the rest of my dick into her. Pippa screamed so loud it hurt my fucking ears, and I thanked god our neighbors would be out.

  My six-pack lay against her flat little pink stomach. Pippa was gripping the bedsheets, her mouth gaping open and closed like a fish.

  “It's too much Daddy…

it’s too deep…”

  “You want me to pull out a bit?”

  She nodded, unable to speak.

  “Ok baby. Whatever you say.”

  I pulled half of my dick out. Pippa was breathing deeply, her eyes wide with panic.

  “Too big…” she said, trying to get her breath back, “too big…”.

  But I was out of patience now. So I just decided to fuck her.

  “Daddy!!” she yelled as I slammed my length back into her. I'd waited so long to fuck Pippa’s little cunt, all those months of gazing longingly at her as she walked around the house in hotpants and tiny little tops, that I didn't hold back. I fucked her fast and hard, thrusting into her without mercy, not caring if I pounded her pussy into mush.

  She won't even be able to feel that little boyfriend of hers after I'm finished, I thought to myself.

  Pippa’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her whole body spasming with ecstasy. Her nails dug into my back and her legs wrapped round me with an iron-tight grip.

  “Oh Daddy…” she groaned. “I love you, Daddy…”

  I pounded her more, slamming into her as if my life depended on it.

  “I'm cumming, Daddy… I'm cumming!”

  I felt her pussy—which was already one of the tightest I'd ever had—grow tighter around my shaft. She whimpered and her juices ran down my cock as she came.

  I pulled out, my dick dripping with pussy juice, and rolled her onto her front. Then I grabbed her around the stomach and lifted her up, so she was on her hands and knees in front of me on the bed.

  “I need a rest Daddy,” she said, sounding delirious, “my pussy hurts.”

  “Daddy will be finished soon,” I told her, sliding my wet cock back into her. I reached round, grabbing one of her humongous breasts in each hand, and piledrived into her from behind, my pelvis smacking against her big, squishy ass cheeks.

  “Oooh Daddy… you're so good at this…”

  “Better than that loser boyfriend of yours?”

  “So much better than Steve… so much bigger…”

  I slid my length in and out of her pussy, her juices acting as lube. I gave her a hard spank on the ass for good measure.

  “Ow! Daddy, that hurts!”

  I spanked her again, and again, ignoring her protests—until her ass cheek was red and sore.

  Again, I could feel her pussy contract around my girth.

  “Daddy,” Pippa moaned, “I'm cumming again… don't stop! Don't stop!”

  I didn't stop. She screamed in orgasm, gripping the bedsheets tight and arching her head back.

  I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her long brown hair, pulling on it as I fucked her doggy style.

  “Ah fuck,” I grunted, feeling the telltale tingle in my balls. “I'm gonna cum, baby!”

  “Don't forget to pull out, Daddy” she said, running her nails down my back.

  Yeah right, I thought. It's too late now, brat.

  “I'm gonna cum, baby,” I whispered in her ear, “I'm gonna cum…”

  “Don't cum inside me!” she squeaked, as I hammered her pussy with all my might. “Daddy please, I can't get pregnant!”

  I kept fucking, pounding her as if my life depended on it.

  “Bob, no!” she said, fear in her eyes. “Please pull out!”

  “HERE IT COMES!!!” I roared.

  A torrent of warm cream spurted from the tip of my cock, deep inside Pippa’s vagina. I felt my glans throb as I shot blast after blast of cum onto her cervix. I gave my balls a squeeze, making sure I was giving her every last drop of baby-making fluid.

  “No!” Pippa gasped, turning her head round to look at me. “Bob you promised you'd pull out!”

  Her eyes welled with tears.

  “Sorry Pipps,” I said, collapsing on top of her. “Your pussy was so tight I couldn't control myself.”

  She started to sob.

  “You've got to give me the money for the morning after pill! I can't get pregnant, Mom will kick me out!”

  “After all the money you've stolen from me over the years? You can pay for it yourself.”

  “I don't have any money, Bob—you need to give me the money!”

  I felt my shaft soften inside her as the last drops of cum seeped out the end of my cock. Pippa pushed me off her, then ran into the bathroom. I followed her and fell about laughing when I saw what she was doing: she was spraying the head of the shower up her vagina, using her other hand to try and scoop out all my cum. I watched as thick lumps of my cream disappeared down the plughole.

  “I hate to tell you, Pipps, I said grinning, “but that's not gonna help. I came right onto your cervix. The damage is done.”

  “Then you need to get me the morning after pill!” Pippa screamed at me. “Or I'll tell Mom!”

  “You really think she'll believe you?

  “I'll get a DNA test!”

  “And who’s gonna pay for that?”

  Her face fell. Then she started to cry.

  “Why are you doing this, Bob?” she sobbed.

  “Because, brat, you need to learn that actions have consequences.”

  I grinned.

  “Anyway, how come you're not calling me Daddy anymore? I liked that.”

  “Fuck you!” she said, running out of the room in tears.

  I found out later that Pippa tried in vain to convince her friends to lend her the money for the morning after pill, but they were all either too broke or had fallen out with her.

  She was so desperate that—and this is hilarious—she asked her boyfriend for the money, telling him everything. Of course, he dumped her on the spot.

  Finally, when her bump started to show, Pippa had no choice but to tell her mom she was pregnant. Obviously Alice flipped out, but it looked for one horrible moment like she was going to forgive her daughter, and let her keep living with us.

  But then Pippa—in true Pippa fashion—shot herself in the foot.

  “Bob’s the father!” she told her mom. “He took advantage of me!”

  “What?” said Alice, horrified. “That's—tell me that's not true, Bob!”

  “It's not true,” I told her, looking Pippa right in the eye. “I don't know where she comes up with these disgusting stories.”

  “It's true, Mom, I swear!” Pippa said, in tears.

  “I want you out of my house,” said Alice, “I want you to leave and never come back!”

  And she never did. I heard a few months later that Pippa found some chump boyfriend and moved in with him. After the baby was born I hired a private investigator to follow them, to make sure he wasn't mistreating my kid. Apparently the boyfriend was a nice guy through and through, and treated the baby like it was his own.

  Life with Alice was plain sailing after that. We could enjoy proper, adult conversation without a brat in the way. And when Alice went away to visit friends or go to conferences, I could invite sluts round without fear of her finding out.

  A year later, on the anniversary of impregnating Pippa, I sat in the swivel chair in my office, looking out at the city as my Chinese secretary sucked my cock. As I came, filling her mouth with my seed, I realized that now—finally—my life really was perfect.

  THE END

  The Shy Girl (Daddy, Please Pull Out 2)

  Until recently, my wife’s eighteen-year-old daughter Becky had always been shy: too shy to speak much to me, her step-dad. My step daughter was a bit of a loner, as far as I could tell, more interested in reading books than making friends.

  But then Becky’s tits and ass had started to grow, becoming voluptuous like her mother’s. But unlike her mom, Becky had a flat stomach and long, slender legs too. She went from being a nerd you would barely notice to a smoking hot babe who men would gawp at in the street.

  She'd constantly get men coming up to her, and she was having real trouble with dealing with it. Even though she now had a sexy body, she still had her geeky personality. She still hung out with the same geeky friends, and ended up dating one of them: this little wimp named Colin.

  Whenever Colin came to our house, it filled me with rage seeing such a pathetic nerd going out with a girl like Becky. You could tell from the smug look on his face that he knew he’d lucked out. By rights he should have been a virgin until the age of 40, but instead he was dating a girl hot enough to be a model.

  The trouble was, although Becky knew that she was now getting lots of attention from men, she was so used to being the shy, unattractive girl with no boobs that she felt more comfortable with a guy like Colin.

  Of course, Becky never told me any of this. She was still too shy to speak to me, rarely saying more than a few words to me at a time. No, I heard all this from her mother, who was the main person Becky confided in.

  “My poor little Becky,” my wife said to me one night as she was playing with my cock. “I just feel so bad for her, Barry. She could do so much better than that Colin.”

  “Mm-hm,” I said, nodding as if I was interested. I grabbed the back of her head and started to push her towards my shaft.

  “Barry, I'm trying to talk to you!”

  “Sorry darling,” I said, letting her head go. “Do you mind using both hands?”

  Judy rolled her eyes, but did as I asked—using two hands to stroke my dick instead of one, each on top of the other.

  “I just wish she would find a man more worthy of her,” Judy said. “Someone like you, Barry: handsome, confident… with a big dick.”

  “You want her to have a boyfriend with a big dick?” I asked.

  Judy laughed. “No! You know what I mean. Just… someone better than Colin. You know, Becky asked me the other night if it's usual for a man to only last five minutes. Five minutes, Barry! That's all he can give her.”

  “Jesus,” I said. “Poor Becky. Still, she's only eighteen. She's got her whole life ahead of her.”

  “There's another thing,” said Judy. “But I'm not sure I should tell you…”

  “Go on,” I said. “Let me guess, he asks her to dress up as an elf or something.”

  “No. It's… I'm worried Becky’s going to get pregnant. She refuses to go on the pill, and apparently the condoms keep slipping off Colin when they have sex.”

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