Taken by Daddy MEGA BUNDLE: 10 Taboo Stories

by Danielle Lux

  “Did you like that, sir?” she asked.

  “Yes Janet,” I said, “I liked that very much. I think you’re going to do very well here.”

  When I got home that night, Anna had already packed her suitcase. Sammi wasn’t home yet, and Anna reminded me to make sure that she didn’t spend the weekend partying.

  “I want her to study,” Anna said. “If I find out she hasn’t been, you’ll be in big trouble!”

  Sammi was eighteen, more than old enough to take responsibility for herself, but I kept this thought to myself. I kissed Anna goodbye then settled down in front of the TV with a beer.

  I must have fallen asleep, as the next thing I knew it was two in the morning and I was being woken up by someone coming loudly through the front door.

  I got up off the sofa and walked into the hallway to see Sammi, drunk out of her mind, staggering into the house, leaving the door wide open behind her. As always, she looked annoyingly gorgeous, with her slim Asian body, short plaid skirt and long black socks snaking their way up her long legs. Just like her mom, her cheeks glowed red when she drank too much alcohol—and they were practically crimson at this moment.

  “Where the hell have you been?” I asked her.

  “Oh, hi Daddy,” she said, noticing me for the first time. “Can I have a drink of water? Pretty please?”

  As annoyed as I was with her, I couldn’t refuse Sammi anything when she asked me nicely like that. And especially not when she called me “daddy”. Like all the men in her life, I was powerless against her charms.

  She sat down on the sofa and I brought her a glass of water.

  “Thanks Daddy,” she said.

  “So,” I said, “where have you been, young lady?”

  “Just out.”

  “Well the rest of the weekend In want you to stay in. Your mother’s orders. She wants you to study.”

  Sammi rolled her eyes.

  “Hey,” I said, “show her some respect. She’s your mother.”

  “And you’re not my father,” Sammi said, “so stop trying to act like you are. You’re just the guy my mom married.”

  “Be that as it may,” I said, “I’m still under orders from your mother. So I want you in this weekend.”

  The little brat was testing my patience. It was bad enough I had to look after her the whole weekend, without her being a little bitch to me. But I also couldn’t stop staring at her body, especially those long legs of hers with those sexy long-ass socks. I felt my cock stir in my pants, hoping it wouldn’t be visible in my jeans.

  “God, you’re so scared of that woman,” Sammi said with a mocking grin. “Don’t you have any balls?”

  Then without warning she reached forward and grabbed my crotch.

  “Dayyyym!” she said, keeping her hand there. “Daddy, I never knew you were packing!”

  She kept her hand where it was, enjoying how uncomfortable she was making me. My dick started growing more in my pants, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

  I slapped her hand away.

  “Ok, ok,” she said sulkily, “I was only joking around. No need to get in a grump about it, Mr Big Dick.”

  “Don’t call me that.”

  “Why not? You do have a big dick. Unless it’s just a few socks down there. Have you got some socks down there?”

  With a mischievous grin she made another grab for my package, and I stood up to get away.

  “Sammi, stop that!”

  In reality I was getting seriously turned on. I’d always had a bit of a thing for my stepdaughter, and now this mischievous eighteen year old was making grabs for my dick and telling me I was hung? Fuck, it was like all my fantasies coming true. But I had to control myself: knowing Sammi, she had no interest in taking this any further. Teasing men was just something she loved to do. Also, if I did anything with Sammi and Anna ever found out… well, I’d go from having a big dick to having no dick in the amount of time it would take her to find the kitchen scissors.

  “You know,” Sammi purred, “I can tell that you want to fuck me. How about it?”

  “No!” I said. “You’re drunk, and I’m your stepdad.”

  “Exactly,” Sammi said. “You’re not my real dad. We’re not related. So what’s the problem?”

  “I’m married to your mother.”

  “So what? She’s a bitch to you and she’s a bitch to me. Let’s get some secret revenge on her. She never has to know. It’ll be our little secret.”

  Fuck. I have pretty good willpower, but this girl was testing me to my limits. It was taking all I had not to bend her over the couch and fuck her brains out.

  “Come on,” Sammi said. “I know you want to.”

  Sammi was used to getting what she wanted, and I could tell from the evil look in her eyes that she knew it wouldn’t take much more for me to crack. As much as I wanted to ruin her tight little Asian pussy, I knew that if I did anything with her, she’d tell her mom. She might not tell her straight away, but she’d use it as ammo in a future argument or to blackmail me. Sammi used sex as a weapon, and she had me firmly in her sights.

  “No,” I said, fighting against every instinct I had. “I’m going to bed, and you should too. And I’ll be locking my door, so don’t try anything.”

  Sammi’s little face wrinkled up in anger. She wasn’t used to not getting her own way.

  I went upstairs and immediately jacked off into the toilet, to stop myself from having a change of heart later. As I came, firing off shot after shot of warm man batter into the bowl, I imagined Sammi in front of me, my streams of cum landing on her cute little face and breasts.

  After I’d cum, it didn’t take me long to get to sleep. By the time I woke up and went downstairs, Sammi had already gone out.

  Shit, I thought. It was only Saturday morning and Sammi was already gone. If Anna found out, she was going to be pissed.

  Suddenly my phone started to ring. Of course, it was Anna.

  “Hi baby,” I said, “how’s the conference?”

  “Where’s my daughter?” she snapped. “I rang her mobile but there was no answer.”

  “Um, I think she might still be asleep.”

  “Don’t lie to me,” Anna said, “put her on the phone right now!”

  “Actually, um, I think she might have nipped out.”

  “Nipped out? Nipped out where?!”

  I… don’t know.” I admitted.

  “You’re useless!” Anna screamed down the phone at me. “I asked you to do one thing, and you fucked it!”

  She hung up.

  I was steaming. Maybe Sammi was right: Maybe I did have no balls. I always let Anna walk all over me.

  Then an idea struck me. Fuck Anna, why was I still in this shitty marriage? I decided to divorce her ass as soon as she came back. I had some of the best lawyers in the country working for me, and I’d tell them to get onto sorting out the papers right away. But first I wanted to have revenge on Anna, and her little brat of a daughter who had done so much to make my life a misery.

  Sammi didn’t come home until three that night, but when she came in I was waiting for her in the living room.

  “What are you doing still up, you loser?” she asked me.

  “Waiting for you,” I told her. “I was thinking about what you said yesterday. Let’s do it. Let’s fuck behind your mom’s back.”

  Sammi’s eyes lit up.

  “Damn, maybe you do have some balls after all,” she grinned. “Some big balls to go with that big dick.”

  “Well,” I said, “how’d you like to see that big dick?”

  And I dropped my pants.

  Sammi’s eyes went wide as she saw my exposed cock for the first time. It was still only half erect, but was already an impressive specimen. Plenty of girls have told me that I’m bigger soft than their man is hard.

  “Fuck,” Sammi gasped. “You’re huge!”

  “Come and suck it,” I said, sitting back on the couch. Sammi came and sat next to me, holding m
y cock in her tiny hand and studying it from every angle.

  “Jesus,” Sammi said. “Why’s Mom always in such a bad mood if you’re giving her this? She should be walking around with a smile on her face.”

  She leaned her head down and started to suck. Sammi’s a pro at everything—from maths to playing every instrument under the sun—so it should have come as no surprise to me that she was also an expert at sucking cock.

  Sammi licked up and down my shaft like a porn star while using a hand to massage my balls. Then she deepthroated me with ease, taking every inch of me down her throat like it was nothing.

  “That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever taken,” she said, smiling as she came up for air. Though you would never have been able to tell, from the effortless way she took it down her gullet.

  After that, Sammi and I both took our clothes off. Her body was absolutely banging. Just like her mom’s, her breasts were small but perfectly formed. I was also overjoyed to see that she had a waxed pussy, without a hair to be seen.

  I went down on her, enjoying the feeling of her thighs gripping my head as I licked. I shoved a finger into her and was pleased to see she was ridiculously tight. Gotta love those Asian chicks.

  Finally it was time for the main event. I got on top of Sammi, lining my cock up with her opening.

  “Wait, Daddy,” Sammi said. My cock throbbed—I loved when she called me that. “Have you got a condom?”

  “I’ll pull out,” I said. “I promise.”

  I wanted to experience this tight little pussy bareback, and besides, my pull out game was solid from years of practice.

  “Ok,” she said, “but make sure you do.”

  And with that, I slid my cock inside her.

  Sammi’s eyes went wide.

  “Fuuuuuck!” she whimpered. “It’s so fucking fat!”

  My cock may have been fat, but her pussy was equally as tight. I’d fucked virgins who weren't as tight as this little bitch, and it took a while for her pussy to gradually open up and get used to my size. But when it finally did, and I was able to slowly start fucking her, it felt so good.

  “You like that?” I whispered in her ear as I fucked her in missionary position. “You like Daddy’s big cock?”

  “I fucking love your big cock, Daddy,” she said, running her fingernails down my back. “Fucking hell it’s big!”

  I fucked her like that for a little bit, then moved her into the spoons position, fucking her from behind while squeezing her cute little Asian ass.

  We spent the rest of the night fucking around the house, in every position. My favorite was when she rode me reverse cowgirl style, so I could see her perky little butt from the back as she bounced on my dick.

  “Ride that dick,” I told her. “Ride Daddy’s fat dick.”

  Finally we ended up upstairs on mine and Anna’s bed, with me fucking Sammi from behind, doggy style.

  “I’m gonna cum again, Daddy,” she whimpered. “Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!”

  I did as she asked, plowing into her tight cunt with all the speed I could muster. She screamed as she came, and her pussy walls tightening around my shaft was the last bit of encouragement my cock needed: and I started cumming too.

  I’d originally had every intention to pull out, but Sammi’s eighteen-year-old pussy was so good that I just couldn’t do it, and I blew my balls right into her unprotected cunt.

  “Oh fuck!” I roared.

  Sammi turned her head round, a look of horror on her face.

  “Did you just cum inside me?” she yelled.

  “Sorry baby,” I said, “I couldn’t help myself.”

  “I’m not on birth control!” she yelled. “Pull it out! Pull it fucking out!”

  I whipped my dick out. A huge dollop of cum seeped out of Sammi’s pussy after it, landing on the bedsheets.

  Sammi lay on her back and desperately tried to squeeze my cum out of her, using her hands to push down on her belly.

  “You fucker!” she said. “You absolute fucker! You promised you’d pull out!”

  She was in tears now, utterly hysterical.

  “Relax,” I said, “ we can get you the morning after pill tomorrow.”

  “I’m allergic to the morning after pill!” she screamed. “I can’t take any emergency contraception!”

  “Shit,” I said, “that sucks to be you. I guess it’ll have to be an abortion.”

  “I don’t want an abortion!” she screamed at me. “Why didn’t you pull out? Why the fuck didn’t you pull out?”

  She burst into tears. It was the first time I’d ever seen Sammi cry, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

  “This isn’t funny!” she wailed.

  “It is a bit,” I said. “Maybe this will teach you not to be such a bitch to everyone.”

  Sammi spent the rest of the weekend in tears in her room. When her mom came home on Sunday night, I told her I wanted a divorce, and she started crying too. I guess, when it comes to it, these fierce Asian women aren’t always so fierce after all.

  Now I’m living the bachelor lifestyle with my own place, where I can have as many sluts over as I like. I have to pay a pretty hefty alimony to Anna each month, and child support to Sammi, but it’s worth it to be single again—plus I’m rich, I can afford it.

  Yep, I thought to myself as I fucked Janet the personal assistant on my sofa, life is pretty good sometimes.

  THE END

  The Fat Girl (Daddy, Please Pull Out 7)

  “Daddy, am I fat?”

  Sara’s eyes were red. She’d obviously been crying all the way home.

  “Of course not, baby,” I told her. “Why? Did someone say you were?”

  “Chad. He said if I don’t lose some weight he’s going to dump me.”

  She burst into tears. I put my arms around her.

  “You want me to have a word with him?”

  “No, Daddy, please.”

  “Ok,” I said. I was boiling with rage. How dare that pot head Chad say that to my little girl?

  Sara was my wife’s kid - but I still cared about her, even though she wasn’t related to me. Chad was her loser boyfriend.

  “But if you ever need me to say anything,” I said, “just let me know. I won’t have anyone mistreating my little Sara.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  Even though she was eighteen, Sara was pretty immature. Chad was her first real boyfriend, and from what I could gather, he wasn’t treating her very well. And that made me angry.

  Sara and Chad were both unemployed, and spent most of their time at our house, hanging out. Chad was upstairs now, and I had half a mind to go and knock his lights out.

  Sara must have seen from my face what I was thinking.

  “Promise me you won’t do anything,” she said. “I love Chad, and I don’t want to scare him away.”

  “If he does anything to you…”

  “Please, Daddy, promise me.”

  I signed.

  “Ok, I promise.”

  Sara kissed me on the cheek, then went back upstairs.

  I poured myself a stiff drink of whiskey to calm my nerves. I could understand why Sara didn’t want me to go up and talk to Chad. I’m a big guy, 6 foot 7 with big muscles from a lifetime of daily gym sessions, and I can be prone to losing my temper. Confronting a punk like Chad right after he’d made Sara cry… I’d probably put him in the hospital.

  Truth be told, Sara was a bit on the large size. She had always been a big girl, but recently she’d put on a lot more weight. To me, she still looked stunning though. I had a bit of a thing for big girls. My wife, Sara’s mother, is pretty large, but Sara was now even bigger than her mom. I know I shouldn’t have been having these kind of thoughts about her, but whenever Sara waddled past me, her big ass and gigantic tits stuffed into clothes a few sizes too small, I felt a stirring in my pants.

  So I sat down, watched TV and tried to pretend Sara wasn’t upstairs in her room with that punk. And that worked fine… until I heard the
shouting.

  Sara was yelling at the top of her voice. I jumped off the couch and ran up the stairs.

  “What’s going on in there?” I yelled, banging on the door.

  I could hear Sara crying, so I wrenched open the door. She and Chad were sitting on the bed—fully clothed, thankfully—and Sara was holding Chad’s phone and crying.

  “Sara,” Chad said, snatching the phone back, “it’s not what you think!”

  “Don’t you say another word!” I roared at him. “What has he done to you, baby?”

  “He’s been cheating!” Sara sobbed. “He’s been texting that bitch Lucy!”

  “Sara it’s not like that, we’re just -”

  But before Chad could finish his sentence, I hit him square in the jaw. He went flying, hitting his head against the wall.

  “Daddy!” Sara yelled.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” I said, “he won’t be bothering you again.”

  I grabbed Chad by the arm and dragged him out of the room.

  “What the hell, man?” he said, nursing his jaw, “you hit me!”

  “And I’ll do a lot more than that if I ever see you near Sara again. I want you out of this house.”

  “But I didn’t—”

  “NOW!”

  Chad, realizing he was dangerously close to getting another punch, quickly rushed down the stairs and out the front door.

  I went back into Sara’s room.

  “Daddy, I can’t believe you did that!”Sara wailed. “You promised you wouldn’t do anything to him!”

  “That was before he made my little girl cry,” I said, sitting down on the bed and putting an arm round her. “Why did you have to date a boy like that anyway? Why couldn’t you find yourself someone nice?”

  Sara nuzzled her face against my chest. Her huge breasts were squashed against me, and I felt my cock start to grow hard.

  “I wish I could… never mind,” Sara said.

  “You wish you could what?”

  Sara pulled away from me. She was biting her lip, which she only did when she was nervous.

  “You wish you could what, baby? You can tell me.”

  “I wish I could find a man like you,” she blurted out, then she looked away awkwardly, her cheeks glowing red.