Daddy's HUGE TABOO collection (20 books from Horny House Series)

by Adrian Amos

  “You were clearly trying to play a joke on me,” he says. Then I feel his hand slip under my underwear until his fingers hit my pussy, rubbing honey into my folds. “But I think it’s gotten a little out of hand, don’t you think?”

  I squirm. Oh my God, he’s touching my pussy! It feels so fucking good. “Yes, daddy,” I mumble.

  “You woke me up the second you brushed my dick. I looked down and you were so focused on my package that you didn’t even notice me wake up.”

  I blush. I can’t believe he saw me perving on him in his sleep.

  “So, since you woke me up and got me all dirty in the process, I think you need to be a good girl, baby doll, and clean daddy up.”

  My mouth goes dry. “Clean you up how?”

  “Well, the only way to get rid of honey in this house is to eat it.”

  “Eat it?”

  “It’s good for you. All natural and healthy for the body. I need you to use your mouth and clean it off daddy.”

  I look down at daddy’s dick, throbbing and thick as he talks to me. He wants me to put it in my mouth?

  “But I’ve never tasted honey before.”

  “Don’t worry, baby, it tastes good and sweet.”

  I lick my lips, ready to do whatever he wants. This seems so wrong and I can’t believe this is what he wants me to do. I knew he was always looking at me with lust in his eyes, and this just proves it.

  But I was the same. All I wanted was my daddy’s attention, and if I put him in my mouth, all it’ll do is make him happy. I can be more to him than his baby girl.

  I bend down, licking the head of his cock, tentatively tasting the new food.

  Hmm, it’s actually really good! It’s sweet and thick.

  I don't hesitate anymore as I take daddy in my mouth, sucking on the sweet syrup as I pleasure daddy’s thick member.

  Daddy grunts, “There we go, baby doll. You’re doing it right.” His hand slides under my panties again, pressing against my pussy with his sweet fingers. He hits my clit, shaking it furiously, mixing my juices with his favorite treat.

  I go down on him, taking in as much as I can, swallowing up everything I can get my tongue on. His body wash and the taste of honey mixes, creating a sweet and fresh taste that makes me want it all the more. Soon after, it starts to taste a little salty. As I look down, I notice daddy’s leaking precum. I can’t believe I’m turning my daddy on so much!

  Daddy grabs my waistband and yanks my panties down to my thighs. He raises his hand and slaps me on the ass, stinging me with his force.

  “Ouch, daddy!” I call out, “What was that for?”

  “For being a bad girl. You don’t get to do whatever you want and not listen to me. You need a little punishment mixed in. And to get a little messy, just like you made me.”

  I try to protest, but daddy grabs ahold of my hair with his far hand, combing honey through it with his fingers. With my hair locked in his sticky grasp, he forces my head back down, making me take his full length. I choke and gasp, but keep myself relaxed as I teach my throat to accept his huge family member.

  He spanks me again, the sting making me flinch and buck my ass away. But there’s nowhere to go, trapped with my mouth on him and my hair stuck in his honey drenched hand. He brings me back up and pushes me down, and my mouth waters as I continue to taste my daddy’s sweet dick.

  “I think I need to taste what my baby doll has between her legs.” He lifts me up and flips me over, pulling my panties completely off, and spreading my legs. The heat in me rises as I blush, suddenly ashamed at my own wetness and my daddy’s lustful eyes staring down at my bare pussy. I always teased him in my panties, but now the pussy’s out of the bag, and he gets to see it all.

  He places his mouth between my legs, but doesn’t push it directly on me. He kisses me lightly around my lips, caressing my inner thighs as he gets closer and closer to my forbidden zone.

  He runs two fingers between my lips. “Let’s see how sweet my little girl tastes.”

  His tongue calmly splits my lips, lapping at my pussy like a fresh dessert. “Goddamn, that’s sweet. This might just be my favorite thing to eat honey out of.”

  I giggle at my daddy’s crude remarks, but giggles turn to moans as his tongue works me over, running my length and dancing over my clit. The pressure is intense, causing me to rock my hips uncontrollably, pushing my pussy along his mouth to get him to focus on my best spots.

  “I bet you taste sweet all over.” He turns me over, getting me on my knees before pushing my face into the cushions of the couch. He pulls my ass apart, spreading it open for him to see my backdoor. He runs his fingers over my hole, covering my rear end in honey.

  “Daddy?” I ask, wondering what he’s doing.

  “Don’t worry, baby girl. This is going to feel just as good.”

  His sticky hands make it easy for him to keep me spread open wide as he lowers his face into my ass, sticking his tongue into my butthole.

  I let out an immediate moan, the pleasure causing me to pucker. He was right! It might not be like a tongue on my clit, but it’s a very different, very strong pleasure all the same. Daddy’s got his tongue in my ass and all his little girl wants is for him to never leave.

  As he flicks over the hole, occasionally penetrating it with his soft tongue, I reach under me and begin to flick my clit. Amazingly, the honey causes my hand to snag a little, forcing my pussy to drag with me, making me stretch it as I finger myself. The stretching adds a whole new dimension of pleasure, and when daddy starts inserting a finger into my asshole, pushing and massaging me, I feel the pressure in me about to explode.

  “Daddy, I think I’m going to come!”

  “No, not yet, baby,” he says, pulling away from me. “Daddy needs to be inside you when that happens.”

  As my pleasure starts to recede, I ask, “In my pussy?”

  “No, baby doll, daddy can’t get you pregnant.”

  Pregnant? I feel a sudden rush at the idea of carrying his baby inside me, being owned by the man I’ve always looked up to and lusted after. It would be the ultimate sign that he’s been inside of me. I feel a pang of sadness that he doesn’t want that. “You don’t want to get me pregnant?” I ask, like a wounded child.

  He smiles his warmest smile. He grabs my chin and pulls it up toward him, twisting my head and placing his mouth on mine. His lips tangle in mine, and his stubble rubs against me, reminding me of the strong man I’m kissing. His smell is intoxicating up close, and his tongue is gentle in my mouth as it plays with mine.

  “You want that, don’t you? You want daddy to get you pregnant?”

  I blush, feeling ashamed at my admission, but I nod my head anyway, wordlessly awaiting his response.

  “If that’s what you want, then I’ll get you pregnant, baby doll. I’ve always wanted a kid of my own.” I had no idea. I know my mom couldn’t get pregnant: she had a hysterectomy after I was born, but I had no idea that Garrett was pining for something more.

  “But it’ll have to wait until I have you all to myself, so I can take care of you fully.” He kisses my neck, reaching under my shirt and grabbing my breast, squeezing it in his hand. I shudder at the thought of being alone with him. “But until then, mommy can’t find out.”

  I nod as he pushes my head back into the pillows. “If you can’t put it into my pussy, then where?”

  “I’m going to put my dick in your ass, baby.”

  “Won’t that hurt?”

  “You felt how good it was when I licked it, right?”

  “Yes,” I say, although I know that's not the same thing.

  “You never know what it’ll be like until you try it, baby doll. Who else to try it with than your daddy? I’ll take good care of you.”

  I nod into the pillows as daddy positions himself over my upright ass. His dick pushes against my hole, poking me, begging me to open up my entrance. He pushes in, stretching me slowly as he enters me, spreading me opening as his massive dick penetrates
my small asshole.

  The pain is strong, but as daddy enters as slowly as humanly possible—as protective of me as always—he gives my ass more than enough time to adjust, allowing me to relax as I take in every inch of him.

  “I want you all the way inside, daddy.”

  “That’s the only way I want it, too, baby doll.”

  When he finally fills me up, his massive dick feels like something my ass has always been craving. The sensation is so strong that when he begins to slide out, all I want is for him to push it all the way back in. The emptiness is unbearable without him!

  But like a good daddy, he pushes it back in once he gets far enough out, filling up his little girl. I moan out, no longer in pain but appreciating every bit of daddy’s length.

  He’s still going slow, making sure I’m okay. But I’m more than okay at this point. “Faster, daddy. Faster, please,” I beg.

  Daddy begins to increase his tempo, thrusting in and out every second, skewering me with his meat. Who would have thought I’d be the piggy after all this?!

  “Baby girl, you’re so tight. It feels so good.”

  “Daddy, I want you to come in me.”

  “Not until you finish, baby.”

  I want to make my daddy happy, so I make sure to focus on my own pleasure. I reach back and begin to play with my pussy the same way that got me so close to coming in the first place. As I shake my clit, the pressure builds back up, causing my ass to clench around daddy.

  “Goddamn, you’re even tighter. Hurry, you’re going to make me come so hard!”

  I furiously stroke my clit, speeding up as I thrust back into my daddy, letting his dick fill me up even faster and harder.

  Finally, my body hits its peak and explodes, forcing a scream from my mouth as I grip the armrest of the couch. My back shakes as my orgasm swims through me, pleasure erupting through my backdoor, forcing my ass to squeeze on daddy.

  That’s enough to drive him wild. “Oh God, here I come, baby doll!”

  His warm seed spills into my ass, filling me up even more than I thought possible, hitting my walls with rope upon rope of come. Daddy twitches before he dismounts my ass.

  As he pulls me into his strong chest, my breathing relaxes against his heartbeat. But then I remember something. I giggle to myself.

  “What is it?”

  “I was planning on getting honey all over your face. Kind of like a joke. I was even going to take pictures.”

  “Oh,” he smiles, “I know.”

  He hands me my phone, swiping the screen open. I look on in mortification. There’s me with my mouth on daddy’s cock; me with daddy’s lips on mine; me with his tongue in my ass; me with his giant dick fucking me from behind.

  “Oh my God, daddy! You pervert.”

  “I want you to remember what daddy does for you.”

  I giggle, snuggling to his chest. “I’ll never forget.” I can feel my pussy aching as I look at the incredibly sexy pictures on the phone.

  Then it hits me. “Daddy! You got honey all over my phone!”

  He laughs. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you a new one. We’re going to need to take a lot more pictures from now on anyway.”

  I blush. “You’re going to keep fucking me, aren’t you?”

  He nods, whispering close to my ear, “And put a baby in my baby.”

  My face burns, but daddy’s lips are all over me. He’s a ravenous man, and I think his little girl’s body is just what he needs to sate that hunger.

  It’s going to take a lot more than honey to feed him from now on!

  - - -

  Daddy... No one should have to sleep alone

  I bolt out of bed, sweating and looking around frantically. The darkness makes it impossible to focus on anything.

  I grab my stuffed bear, Willow, and hold him close. It takes me a good minute until I realize I just had one of my night terrors.

  Ugh, they're so draining. Sometimes when I have a bad dream and wake up suddenly, I can't get a grasp on what I'm seeing—everything is so blurry—and I imagine there are spiders crawling all over me or that there's a murderer in the house. It freaks me out and causes me to jump from my bed. But I'm still so dazed from having just woken up, that I stand around trying to figure out what's going on.

  I probably would look nuts if anyone saw me do that. And looking nuts worries me.

  I came back from college for the summer to find out my mom's been committed to a mental facility. She had a nervous breakdown and tried to hurt herself. It's bad, but the worst thing is that she doesn't want to see me. Or my step dad, David. She refuses to see us, claiming we're the cause of all her suffering.

  That's really hard to hear from your mother, even if it's only because she's just not herself at the moment. Of course, the number of night terrors I have has skyrocketed since I found out, so my sleep has been rattled and I've been constantly exhausted.

  Right now, the only person I have in my life is David. It speaks volumes that he's still around after everything that's happened. I mean, I grew up with him always around. He's definitely my daddy, but having your wife freak out on you and refuse to see you has to take a toll on you. And he's stuck around to take care of her daughter, a girl who isn't even his blood! He's a good man, that's for sure.

  He's also pretty handsome for an older man. He's 38, but he's starting to have a few gray wisps in his hair and some strands in his beard. But just like a lot of men, he seems to get sexier as he gets older, his darling blue eyes youthful against his aging hair. He's also tall, towering over both me and my mom, which could make him seem intimidating, if he weren't the sweetest man alive.

  He's always been there for me when I needed help with homework, or a ride to school, or even tips on how to deal with boys. He's made my school lunches for me a lot, and helped me bake a cake for my friend's quinceanera.

  It's probably why I've been so attracted to him. He's the perfect family man, and I can't help but feel like my mom got lucky and that she's throwing it all away now. I can't blame her for getting sick, of course, but I blush when I think how I'd never get sick if David was around for me. Or maybe I would, just so he could take care of me.

  A knock at my door makes me jump. “Are you all right, sweetums?”

  It's David checking in on me. I must have thrown something across the room; I've been known to do that a few times.

  “Yes, daddy,” I say, as he opens the door and peeks through.

  “What is all this ruckus in here?” he asks, his eyes adjusting to the moonlight coming through my window.

  “Nothing, I just had a bad dream.”

  He's about to speak, but as his eyes adjust, he looks me up and down. I'm in my pink nightie, dotted with hearts, that hangs right above my ass, creating a great view of my cheeks as the fabric slides between them. Even in the darkness, I can feel his eyes on my body, and I'm lucky how dark it is because I blush and feel a tingling between my legs.

  “What about?” he asks.

  “What about?” I ask, confused.

  He clears his throat. “Your dream. What was it about?”

  “I can't remember.” I'm ashamed that I woke him up with something I can't even recall. “Sometimes I just wake up scared and it screws with my sleep the rest of the night.”

  “I see. Is there anything I can do to help?”

  As he walks into the room, I can think of a few things. He's shirtless, his muscles clear in the dim light, and he's only wearing his boxers, which crop neatly around his large package. I have no idea how late it is, but he must have just been sleeping.

  Then I get an idea.

  “Do you mind if I sleep with you?”

  “Sleep with me?” he asks, surprised.

  “Yes, daddy. If I was sleeping with someone, I might get to sleep easier, maybe even avoid having another night terror.”

  He hesitates, and I think of something that would be funny. I dropped my teddy bear when he knocked on the door, so I turn around and bend over
to pick it up. “I'll just need Willow. He helps me sleep.”

  As I bend over, I shake my ass slightly, giving daddy a view he can't resist. Not that I want to have sex with him, but I can't help tease him sometimes. I know he's attracted to me: I catch him staring at me all the time, and the less I wear, the longer his gaze is transfixed. I might not have meant to wake him up, but at least I can have a little fun with him.

  I'm absolutely certain he'll say no. I think he's knows how much he's attracted to me, so he tries to keep his distance when I might be looking a little too enticing for him. He tries to protect himself, so when I come on strong, he maintains an almost professional courtesy. That's why it's so fun to tease him: I know nothing will come of it, but it's always funny to see him turn into a strange prude out of nowhere.

  But it didn't go as planned. He pauses, then says, “Yeah, you know what? Why don't you come sleep in my bed?”

  I'm shocked, and I stutter, “A-Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, why not? If it'll help you sleep, then I'd be a bad father if I didn't help you out.”

  My stomach turns and I swallow hard. I wasn't expecting this, and as much as I might tease daddy, I'm incredibly nervous to be that close to him. I'm a virgin, even at 20, and being that close to a man makes my skin prickle. But he sincerely offered. I can't refuse him, and I'm not sure if I'm even capable of refusing him.

  I nod, my teasing on hold as he leads me to his bedroom.

  “Come on,” he says, as he closes the door, “let's get into bed.” He climbs onto one side, slipping under the covers.

  I'm so nervous as I climb onto the other side, putting the large comforter over my tiny frame. Jeez, this is where my mom sleeps, where she and David come together to be with each other. Oh my God, this is where they have sex, where all those restless nights I hear them pounding into each other, my mom screaming his name as he comes in her.

  But that's what the bed used to be anyway. I don't think they've slept together in a long time, my mom becoming more and more detached as the years go on. I wouldn't be surprised—especially after her meltdown—if she were cheating on David.