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

by Adrian Amos

  But Billy is too excited, grunting and moaning heavily before he even does anything. He pulls out and pushes in, making the rounds twice before groaning, “Fuck, oh god, I'm going to come!”

  He holds himself inside me, not moving as his dick throbs. “Stop, no! Don't fucking come in me!” But it's too late: his face is trapped in orgasm as his body shudders and his dick shoots its wad into me, filling me with his young, inexperienced load.

  “Fuck! Are you trying to get me pregnant, you idiot?!”

  He twitches, smiling and biting his lip as he pulls his cock out of me. I can feel his cum inside me, moving with me as I shift my hips.

  “You fucking pig!”

  But he turns his head toward the door, freezing as he looks at it.

  “What? What is it?” I ask, but I don't think he hears me.

  “Oh shit,” he says, picking up his pants and throwing them on in a flurry. Once dressed, he runs over to the window and opens it.

  “What the fuck?” I scream. “Don't fucking leave me here, Billy!” I shake my restraints against the bed post, clanging the metal loudly against the wall. “Billy, come back please!”

  But he climbs out the window, running across the street. The punk comes in me and runs away like a little scared boy. “I fucking hate you!” I yell to the open window.

  I can't believe I enjoyed having that prick inside me! It makes me so fucking angry that I submitted to a man—no, a fucking boy!—like him and felt like it was greatest thing, even if only for a second, only for him to tuck his tail and run.

  Where the fuck does he even think he's going? When daddy sees this...

  Uh oh.

  I turn toward the door and daddy's already standing there, eyes wide and slack jawed. He doesn't move, simply staring at me.

  I look down at myself. My arms are cuffed above my head, my shirt is up to my neck, showing my tits, and my shorts are gone, no where to be seen, as my legs are wide open from the pounding, my pussy dripping with my brother's cum. My thighs are shining from my own arousal.

  I look at daddy, blushing, as I see him reach for his cock over his pants, adjusting himself, as I'm sure he's sporting a huge hard-on. He's shirtless, covered in sweat as he was just working in the hot garage trying to fix the lamp. His muscles are well defined, and he has a number of large tattoos on his chest and shoulders. Seriously, he must have been in prison! He looks to good to not be bad in some way or another.

  Eventually, his mouth closes to form his first words after staring blankly at my nakedness for the past 30 seconds. “W-what the fuck is going on? Where's Billy?”

  I start rambling, calling Billy a shit and a pervert, but Don just shakes his head. “Wait, wait, wait, Katie. I can't understand anything you're saying.” He comes over to the side of the bed and pulls my head forward, removing the gag from my mouth. I open my jaw wide, relaxing it from the strain of being stuck open.

  “When you left,” I say, “Billy found the key to your cuffs. He got himself out, but he tied me up.” I blush, ashamed at myself. “He started playing with me.”

  “Where is that little shit?!” he looks around the room.

  “He's gone. He ran out the window when he heard you coming.”

  “Jesus Christ, are you okay?” He puts his hand to my cheek. His touch is comforting, a far cry difference from the way Billy just treated me.

  “Yeah,” I say, “I mean kind of.” I look down at myself. I sigh, “Billy came in me. Just like I've heard in movies, he was a two-pump chump.”

  Don laughs, his warmth a welcome respite. “I'm kind of embarrassed,” I admit.

  “Right, sorry,” he says, “Just wait right he—“ he interrupts himself when he sees the handcuffs. “Right. I'll be right back.”

  When he comes back, he's got a bunch of stuff with him. The first thing he does throw a towel over me, covering my shame. Then he uses some wire clippers to cut the chain between the handcuffs. Although still on my wrists, its a welcome relief to at least be able to move my arms and run my hands over the sore imprints they left on me.

  He places another towel on the bed. “Sit on that,” he says. He grabs a liquid baster full of water.

  “What's that for?”

  “Well, we don't have any pills for you to take right now. I think the best thing we can do is clean out that little shit's semen.”

  I smile but contain myself as I fall on my back. Don inserts the tube of the baster and squeezes, forcing warm water throughout my pussy. The feeling is intense, only mere moments after I had a thick cock in me, and I squirm from my sensitivity down there.

  I squeeze my pussy, the water gushing out of me onto the towel. It's tainted white, surely having sucked up a good deal of Billy's spunk.

  “There,” he says, running the towel over my wet pussy. I think about how I'm wet in more ways than one, especially with Don looking after me! His sudden comfort his a shock. He never seemed to care that much, and I was certain he was just like his dumbass son.

  “Thank you,” I say. “I'm kind of embarrassed because I was teasing him and he ended up doing this. I feel like it's my fault.”

  He runs his hand over my scalp, soothing my anxiety. “It's not your fault, Katie. I've noticed you doing that stuff. I'll admit, it even turns me on when you wear such skimpy clothing.”

  My face flushes. I knew he noticed, but it's a surprise to hear him actually say it out loud.

  “Don't be embarrassed. You're a beautiful girl. It should be a man's job to control himself. Billy's no fucking man, no matter how old he is.”

  I nod, laughing. It's funny to hear Don talk about his own son that way.

  “Is that...?” He tilts his head to the side, looking under me. “Do you have a dildo up your ass?”

  Oh my God! I totally forgot that was in there. I touch it, my ass snug around the shaft. The slightest movement makes it reverberate inside me, causing me to moan.

  “Sorry, daddy, I forgot about that.”

  He smirks. “I like when you call me daddy. Makes me feel important to you.”

  Is he actually important to me? I've always been attracted to him, but I've been embarrassed to let him get too close to me. I think I was more afraid of letting him be more to me than a stranger in my house.

  “You want me to help you take it out,” he says, reaching down to pull on the plug.

  My hands rush to his, stopping them before they can tug on the dildo. “No,” I say, “No, it's okay. You can leave it in.”

  “What do you mean?” he asks.

  “I wasn't just embarrassed because I was naked in front of you. Actually, I wasn't really embarrassed by that at all.”

  “Really?”

  “I—it kind of excited me that you saw me like that.”

  His mouth opens, but he doesn't say anything, instead swallowing his words.

  “I was more embarrassed that Billy came in me.” I feel a sadness overwhelm me, “I wanted my first time to be special. But Billy was just a brute, and... he ruined it.”

  Daddy kisses me on the forehead, but his touch makes me want more than that. I lean into him and kiss his lips, feeling the prickle of his stubble against my face. His kiss is rough and gentle at the same time, comforting me but making my pussy quiver as his tongue enters my mouth.

  He pulls away. “What are you doing?”

  “I want my first time to be special.”

  His brow furrows, confused.

  “I don't want to remember it as something Billy took from me; I want to remember it as something... you gave to me.”

  “What are you saying?”

  Although I can barely admit it, I was excited when Billy was fooling around with me. It turned me on so much to submit to him, but it all came crashing down when he did so little to satisfy me. I'm hungry for more, and to have that shit come in me so quickly and run away—well—nothing could be more frustrating than that.

  “I want you to fuck me, daddy. I want you inside of me, so I can erase everything that ma
kes me think of Billy. I want a real man, not a little boy.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I don't use my words; I reach for his shorts, grabbing ahold of his thick shaft through the mesh. "Yes. And I think you are, too.” I smile, pushing daddy back against the bed. I want this to be special; I'm not going to let this day end thinking about Billy. I'm going to have it end thinking about how a real man fucked me for the first time.

  I pull on his shorts and his thick cock springs out, fully loaded as daddy can't keep himself from being turned on by me. The one thing Billy got from his father is his size; his daddy's even bigger, sporting a huge cock, as big as any I've ever seen in porn.

  I don't want him reconsidering. This isn't for him; it's for me. I grab his shaft and go straight down on his cock with my mouth, taking his enormous growth with ease, tasting the faint hint of saltiness from his work in the garage. Something like that might gross me out, but daddy's too hot, and I'm way too turned on to give a fuck.

  I stroke him as I suck on his head, barely getting my tiny hand around him. He moans, “Goddamn, Katie, that feels fucking amazing.”

  I pull up, “If I'm calling you daddy, then you better call me babygirl.”

  “You're right, babygirl.” His hand wraps along my ponytail, using it as a handle to guide his dick into my face. I let him control me, moving at a blistering speed as he face fucks me hard, causing my mouth to salivate and drip down his dick. I reach back and jostle the plug in me, feel the reverberations from one end meet the other end in the middle, turning my insides into jelly.

  I push off of him, gasping for air, saliva strands connecting my mouth to his dick. “Daddy, you gotta come inside me. It's the only way to wash the rest of Billy out.”

  He picks me up with one arm, laying me gently on the bed. His cock softly pushes against my pussy.

  “Daddy, I'm already soaking. I want you in me now.”

  He does as I say, sliding his dick in with force, slamming his hips into mine. Instantly the thought of that little boy Billy is gone as daddy's man meat fucks me with fervor. In and out he rides my pussy, pushing his entire length in easily as my slickness propels him. My ass clenches around the dildo and I squeal, the pleasure attacking me from both ends as I'm double stuffed.

  “You're so wet, babygirl.”

  “I'm wet for you, daddy. Fuck that pussy, daddy! Make me a woman.”

  “You're going to get it good now for turning daddy on so much.”

  Daddy pulls out and flips me over, bringing me to my knees and fucking me doggystyle, pushing my face into the mattress as she thrusts his dick into me. His dick is so big, so thick, so fast that I bite the sheets of my bed as he plows me. I've never felt this type of aggression, this animal fury, from a man before. I think I fucking love it! This is what I want done to me all the time!

  “Your dick is so good. I want to be your little slut.”

  Daddy reaches down and pushes on the dildo as his dick rams my pussy. The dildo bounces inside me, knocking into my walls as daddy knocks into my pussy.

  I stand up on my knees, leaning back into daddy, wrapping an arm around his head so I can kiss him and feel his chest against my body. His sweaty body rubs against me as he pounds me from the back, dipping his hips and driving his length into me.

  On one thrust, he holds himself inside me, pushing on the dildo with his pelvis, filling me up in both holes.

  I scream out, ecstasy overcoming me. “I'm coming, daddy!”

  He pushes me back down, grabbing both of my shoulders and bruising my ass as he thrusts, fucking me in order to finish inside me. My pussy vibrates as I orgasm and my ass struggles against the rubbery dick. I squeeze my muscles hard, making it as tight as I can for daddy.

  “Fuck, babygirl, fuck! Oh, I'm gonna blow my load!”

  Daddy grabs my ass and pulls me into his cock, holding me against him as he unravels, dumping his hot, sticky load into me, filling me with ropes of cum as his dick pulses over and over. As he pulls out, I can feel his cum gush out of, spilling onto the bed.

  In one last hurrah, daddy grabs the buttplug and yanks it out, eliciting one last moan from me and a shiver that runs up my spine.

  I collapse into the bed and daddy slaps my ass, getting me to giggle.

  “See?” he says, “Now that was good.”

  “All I wanted was a real man inside me for my first time. I'm glad I didn't settle for Billy.”

  “Daddy's glad, too, babygirl. And daddy'll always be around, so you'll never have to settle for another punk kid for a long time.”

  I sigh, content in knowing I get to feel him inside me whenever I want.

  “Now what to do about that little shithead,” Don says as he gets off the bed.

  “Leave it to me, daddy. He has no idea what happened here.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “He'll never be a man, so I'm going to treat him like a little boy. He thinks just because he fucked me that he's a big man. I'll show him. I'm going to tease him so hard, fuck with him so much, I'll turn him into a sissy. He'll be begging to come inside me again, but I'll never let it happen.”

  Daddy laughs, patting me on the butt. “That's pretty devious, babygirl.”

  “Just you wait,” I smirk, “He'll want it so bad, but by the end, he's going to know what it feels like to have a dildo rammed up his ass.”

  - - -

  Yeah, Daddy, I took your wallet

  “Sweet,” I mutter, pulling out a wad of bills. I count them up.

  Jesus, there's a good 150 dollars in here. I hit the fucking jackpot.

  I hear the back door open, so I rush to stick Dave's wallet back into his jeans hanging over the chair. I scurry out of his room, making my way into mine and closing the door. Phew! I got away!

  Too close. Almost got caught stealing from him.

  I've done it a couple times already and he's never noticed. When my mom's gone, her boyfriend's easy pickings, leaving his expensive shit lying around, unaware of me eyeing it every time he leaves the room. I'm a klepto, what can I say? It's exciting as hell, almost turning me on in the process.

  He's a good guy, I guess. He takes good care of my mom, even if she's nothing but a layabout who's always off at the casino. She definitely takes him for granted, but he's gotta be spineless to begin with if he lets her get away with that shit.

  Not only that, he's a good looking guy. He's tan and buff, blond and tall, a surfer without the required mental retardation. Why he sticks around with a woman when she doesn't treat him like a god is beyond me. He could get any woman he wants, I'm sure, so it seems kind of stupid to settle for anything less.

  He's been around for a few years, living with us ever since I was 18. He's not even that much older than me, only a good 12 years or something. I definitely couldn't be his kid, that's for sure. And he ain't my daddy, so I don't treat him like one.

  If he wasn't with my mom, I'd probably take a swing at him, a little taboo, older loving. He's got a wild streak in him and with a body like his, I'm sure he's awesome in the bedroom. Not that I know much about it: my first boyfriend, Liam, and I haven't even had sex yet. But Dave's cash should help remedy that.

  I throw on a plaid skirt and a pink blouse, and I take Dave's money down to the sex shop in town, looking to pick up a few things to make the first time with my boyfriend a little special. I swiped a whole lot of money, so I go wild, picking up all sorts of random shit. I get some pink, glittery lipstick; I find a paddle with the word 'bitch' embossed on it; some dildos for my own time; and a pack of condoms. I might not have had sex with Liam, but he's shown me his dick a few times to try and entice me into doing something. Boys; they can be so gross and crude sometimes. It's never worked, but maybe it's time to try something. Live a little, you know?

  At least his willingness to show me his dick every so often gives me an idea of the size of his dick, which isn't really that big—which is why I got the small size of condoms—but that's okay. I'm not expecting anything mu
ch from my first time. We're both inexperienced. I just want to get it out of the way, just to see how it is. I can worry about getting better after trying it out a few times.

  After my purchase, I kind of wander around for a while, just buying a bunch of humdrum crap, trying to blast through the rest of his money. It's a lot, so I end up picking up a few things and getting a bite to eat.

  When I get back home, I make sure to look around for him before I hustle to my room with my bags of prizes.

  As I lay the bags down on the floor, I hear the door to my room close behind me. I spin around, blocking Dave's view of my loot.

  But it's no good.

  “Did you really think I wouldn't notice?” he says, crossing his arms.

  “Dave”—no--”Daddy”—yes, that's better—“I'm not sure what you're talking about.”

  “Don't you daddy me. What's that behind you?” he asks, tilting his head.

  “Oh, this?” I say, gesturing to my multitude of shopping bags and shaking my head, “Just crap I picked up.”

  “You little liar!” he yells. He storms over to my bags, glancing through a few of them. I freeze, but luckily, he turns back to me before finding the sex toys.

  “Yeah, okay,” he mocks, “This is quite a bit of stuff for a girl with no responsibility and no job.”

  “That's not true. I got it all on sale.” I might like to steal, but I am not the best liar.

  “You little thief,” he says, shaking his head, “God, when your mother hears about this—“

  I cut him off, “No! Please, don't tell her!”

  Dave might be a little frightening in his anger, but my mom is a monster. You know how she doesn't treat Dave that well? She treats me even worse. I'm like a burden to her. Not only that, she's caught me a number of times stealing from her, something Dave's never experienced before.

  “My mom cannot find out about this,” I beg him. “You don't know what she'll do to me. She'll throw me out of the house.” She threatened me the last time. If she ever found me stealing again, she was crystal clear that I'd be gone. She said she didn't give a fuck if I ended up in the gutter or a whore house. After that, I'd be out of her life for good.