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

by Adrian Amos

  I hand the shower head back to daddy, but even before he can set it back in the cradle, I've already taken his thick rod in my mouth, savoring him.

  “Oh fuck, babygirl,” he groans.

  I come off his cock, kissing the head. “I bet you like it now, daddy.” I stroke his cock, pulling back hard against his balls, watching as his skin tightens and his shaft strains. I bring the first half into my mouth as I stroke the back half with my hand. I circle his head with my tongue, causing him to wince and mutter curses to himself.

  I cup his balls as I go deep on him, cleaning all of him like he cleaned me. His cock is so big that it hits the back of my throat, forcing me to gag. Daddy reaches down and holds my head in place, steering his hips forward and pushing his dick even further down my throat. I gag even harder, pushing my hands against him to brace myself. He holds me there for the longest time as I salivate all over him.

  Finally, he lets go, and I come back for air, gasping as strands of spit connect my mouth to his cock.

  “You are so fucking sexy, babygirl. I need you right now.”

  Daddy picks me up by my arms and turns me around, placing my hands on the wall as I assume my previous position. I stick my ass out, letting daddy get a good handle on me.

  Finally, finally, daddy's going to put that big dick inside me.

  But as daddy moves his cock up and down my slit, ready to fuck my pussy, a feeling overcomes me.

  “No, daddy!” I call out. I spit in my hand and reach around to grab his shaft behind me. I coat it in my saliva and reposition it. That feeling comes back to me where I want him to break my entrance open and probe deeper. But this time, I want it much deeper.

  “I want you to put it in my butt.”

  “You sure, darling?” he asks, surprised.

  I nod. “Yes, daddy, I'm your dirty little girl. I want you to treat me like it.”

  Daddy leans in and kisses my neck, grabbing my hips with one hand and his cock below my hand with the other. Together, we guide him inside of me, penetrating my ass with a great deal of pain. I let go, letting him do the work as I brace from the pain. But every inch gives way to another inch of pleasure from being violated in the most wicked of holes.

  As his cock struggles half way in, daddy lets go of his cock and grabs onto both of my hips, using me as leverage to push even deeper inside. He's pulling me onto his cock with his strong arms, not smooth but in bursts. His cock is stuck one moment, but with enough pressure, pops in a whole inch at a time. My ass widens, taking all daddy has to give his to dirty little slut. The last inch gives away with increased pressure and another pop, filling me completely with daddy's engorged member.

  “Oh fuck, daddy! You're so big!”

  “You're so tight, babygirl,” he grunts. He groans again as I squeeze my ass shut, hugging his cock.

  Daddy's slow and meticulous, going back only an inch or so and feeding it back to me, letting my saliva lube me up inside. When he finally can move his cock smoothly without that choppy motion from before, he starts to pull it out further and further, until he's fucking me with his entire length.

  Daddy drives into me, seizing my hips as his cock pierces my virgin ass.

  “Oh daddy, daddy!” I cry out, gripping the slippery shower wall as best I can.

  “You can take it, babygirl. Take daddy's big dick.”

  “You're so deep in my ass daddy!”

  He punctuates every word with a thrust of his cock. “It's what little sluts get. It's so daddies don't get them pregnant.”

  “I don't want you to get me pregnant, daddy,” I moan. “I'm too young. Come in my ass daddy.”

  “Oh yeah, baby? You want daddy's come inside you?” Daddy's thrusts get faster as the words turn him on even more.

  “Please, daddy. I want your hot cum inside me. Fill me up all the way!”

  I push back on him, slamming our hips together so that his cock fucks me as hard as possible. I moan loudly in concert with daddy, our sounds melding into daddy's explosive orgasm.

  Daddy thrusts one last time, pushing his cock all the way inside as he shudders. He clutches my hips hard, his cock pulsing as loads of semen pump into my raw ass. I can feel it hitting deep inside me, filling me up and coating my walls in his sticky substance. The hot cum shoots out uncontrollably, each throb of his cock expanding him slightly, easily felt in my tight ass wrapped around him.

  Daddy leans forward, exhausted from fucking his stepdaughter, but he pulls me back from the stomach while still inside me, and for the first time, turns my head toward him and places a kiss on my lips. I wrap my arm around his head and muss his hair.

  As our tongues circle each other, daddy pivots us around so that we're facing the shower. As warm water cascades down my body, daddy plays with my nipples and kisses me ferociously, all while his cock remains inside my ass.

  Right now it feels like we're in another hugging match! Just being in his arms is something special, probably even more so now that his hands have something to play with, and he doesn't have to hide his hard cock from me anymore.

  As we stand there making out, I can feel his cock pulse inside me, growing and hardening all over again. I moan as each expansion of his cock widens my asshole.

  I don't think daddy's done yet cleaning his little girl!

  - - -

  Daddy, I'm Not Even Dressed

  I swear the knock sounds imaginary as I nestle my head into the pillow. The hollow thuds sound like distant waves on the shore of the beach my mind is enveloped in.

  Sand and ocean spray and glorious sunlight. Burn me, you beautiful bulb in the sky!

  Thuds again. This time I can tell the knock is real, happening in real time, disturbing the heavenly dream I'm having.

  I groan and turn my head toward the door, my neck stiff from my horrible sleeping position of face down, butt up. The sun shines through the window, blinding me as I squeeze them shut.

  Turn off, you goddamn sun! Oh, how the tides turn when I wake.

  What the hell happened again?

  I was drinking, right. Messed up at my girlfriend's party, I drove—uck, I drove!—drunk, maintaining a cool 15 miles per hour as I wide-eyed watched the road like a hawk, making sure I didn't test the lines over the mile and a half home.

  A muffled voice comes through the door, although I'm too hungover to understand a single word of it.

  “Uhhhhh...” is all I can get out of my mouth.

  “Grace!” I can finally register the words through the door. It's my stepdad. “What the hell are you doing?” He is not happy.

  I slowly sit up in bed, woozy and wobbly. I try to think about what's going on, but I can't get a clear thought in my head. All I can do is think about not spinning out of control and falling over.

  “Just go away,” I croak. “I just... can't talk right now.”

  “Like hell I will,” he calls through, “Why didn't you go?”

  “Go where?” I actually have no idea what he's talking about.

  “To your brother's graduation.”

  Pfft. Brother. Stepbrother more like—oh shit! That was today?!

  “Uhh...” I drone on, my foggy mind incapable of covering for itself.

  “Did you fucking forget? I'm coming in.”

  I sigh. “Okay.”

  My stepdad opens the door and immediately freezes in place. His jaw drops and he quickly closes the door, locking it. “Jesus, Grace, put a shirt on!”

  What? I look down and realize my chest is bare, my shirt having disappeared sometime overnight. I was hot, don't remember when, and I pulled it over my head and tossed it aside.

  I pull my sheets up to my chest, preventing my stepdad from seeing me like this.

  I also realize I'm blushing hard, as exposing myself to my stepdad is horribly embarrassing. Not just the nudity, but because it's him I'm showing everything. I've always been distant from my stepdad ever since my mom married him a few years ago. Snobby, cold, dismissive, you get the idea.

  Not
because I hate him, but because he is this incredibly handsome and buff man in my house that is invading everything about my life. And he is off-limits and taboo to even think about. I do my best to make sure I have nothing to do with him, even though I want everything to do with him.

  Now that I'm covered, he peaks over. I try to give him my most annoyed look I can, hopefully diverting him from my embarrassment. “What do you want?” I shrug. He's always been a pushover, and I'm hoping that if I give him enough of an attitude, he'll just leave.

  “What do you mean? I already asked you. Why did you miss your brother's graduation?” His voice is stern and seeps anger.

  I shake my head unsteadily, swallowing and refraining from looking visibly dizzy or nauseous. “I don't care. I'm sure it went fine without me.”

  “That's not the point. You're supposed to be there to support your family.”

  My eyes sweep to the side, avoiding his. “Not my family.”

  “That's it. Just get up and get dressed and you're going to out and apologize to him when he gets back from his friend's house.”

  “No! Just leave me alone!” I yell, but it's too late, as he approaches me and stops in his tracks. I can see his nostrils flaring, almost dramatically, as he takes a whiff of me.

  I can't smell it, but I had a feeling it was there. That's why I didn't want him close to me. I mean, what with my head swaying and my stomach a little upset.

  “Have you been drinking?”

  I shake my head, futilely denying the obvious.

  “Grace. You're 19 years old. You shouldn't be drinking at all, and you sure as hell shouldn't be drinking and missing important events.”

  I scoff. “Whatever. You're not my dad.”

  “Yeah,” he snipes back, “your dad's a deadbeat.”

  He is, but I hate that my stepdad brings that up. He doesn't mean any harm by it, I don't think, but the thought that I'm somehow related to the man makes it seem like a personal attack against me as well.

  “Thanks,” I snidely reply, “but I'm fine without one. Why don't you run out of the room,” I say, waving my hand dismissively, “and go cry to my mom about it.”

  I know I shouldn't have said it, but he deserves it for making me feel like shit when I already feel like shit while coming down from drinking.

  “No,” he says, his lip turning up as if my idea stunk up the room, “men don't need to run to anyone. I'll handle this.”

  Handle this?

  My stepdad moves toward me, and all I can do is stare at him with doe-like eyes, too slow in my response from my intoxication. Even looking up at him towering above me is making my head spin.

  He grabs my arm and lifts me up, carrying me off the bed.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I scream, bracing my free arm against me to keep my chest covered. “I'm not even dressed!”

  He turns and sits, taking my place on the bed. With a quick yank that makes it feel like my arm's about to come out of the socket, he pulls me over and drapes me over his knees.

  Clamping down with his right arm, he binds my upper back down, pinning me across his lap.

  “Stop!” I cry out, “Let me go!”

  He raises his left hand and brings it hard against my pantied bottom, issuing a loud smack against my flesh.

  “Why are you spanking me?!”

  “Because you're a naughty girl who can't keep seem to keep her life straight.”

  “I'm an adult. You can't do this!”

  “Like hell I can't. It's my roof. I can do whatever I want. And you sure as hell can't stop me.”

  With that our words stop, and my stepdad spanks my ass over and over, bringing his swipes down with incredible speed. He doesn't relent or give me a moment to think, each spank coming in under half a second.

  I jerk at the first few, the roughness of his hand stinging and harsh; but after a while, I lie still, taking the beating in stride. Not that I don't feel it—it continues to burn and I feel my ass becoming raw—but my body doesn't react so hard. I mean, it's almost starting to feel good.

  Smack! My flesh stings, but deep down, my stomach twists, and the pleasure of my stepdad's hand contacting my ass starts to take the fore. I start to think about that way more than the pain of his slaps. And about the man that I muffled my desire for now touching me where no guy has ever touched me before...

  But then when I open my legs slightly, a moment passes and I smell the distinct aroma of arousal coming from me.

  Oh my God!

  I slam my legs shut, only to feel the slosh of my pussy between my clenched thighs. Is this turning me on? Or is it because I drank so much last night that I woke up with a soaked pussy and didn't even notice? It's not like I had time to assess the situation.

  D-did my stepdad smell it?

  But my mind is shifted when one of his spanks hits me so hard that it causes my swirling stomach—churning from my hunky stepdad and alcohol—to release gas.

  Specifically, it causes me to belch.

  For some reason, maybe because of the oddity of my situation, I just start giggling. Unable to contain myself, even as my stepdad continues to wail on my tiny butt, I laugh through the pain and arousal.

  But he doesn't take kindly to that. “I'm not going to stand for you laughing at me.”

  “I-I—it's not...” I try to get out, to explain that I'm not laughing at him, that I'm just an idiot who got caught up in the humor of the moment, but it's of no use. I'm giggling too hard and I'm too flustered to counter his complaint.

  The next thing he does, though, immediately shuts me up. He grabs the waistband of my panties and pulls it down, shimmying my underwear down my ass and to my knees.

  “Hey!” I scream. I don't know why, it's not like I'm that much more naked than before, but that simple movement all of a sudden spurs on my insecurities. Your stepdad isn't supposed to see your naked butt, especially just after seeing your naked tits. He probably knows every inch and shape of my areolas and probably the size of my nipples and now the shape of my ass and what my crack looks like...

  This is so goddamn embarrassing!

  I start to struggle again like before I took his smacks in stride, kicking my feet and shaking my body, trying to rock myself off his legs. A strong man like him has an easy time keeping me from rolling off, but in his effort to keep me on his lap, I successfully get myself turned around on his lap.

  Not exactly successfully. It wasn't my goal to just turn myself around onto my back, but at least it was something to keep him from assaulting my bare butt.

  “Stop! You can't punish me anymore.” I cross my arms over my chest to cover my tits from view.

  But I forgot that my underwear was down at my knees, leaving myself open below the belt.

  “Oh, you don't think I can?” he says, smiling. “There are a lot of ways to punish bad girls.”

  He raises his hand a little bit before bringing it down against me again. But this time, with no butt to smack, his fingers come down on my pussy, slapping my clit with a mere tap. But a tap on the clit is stronger than anything, causing my back to arch up as I react to the blow. The sting is immense, numbing me for a second.

  “What?! No!”

  But he doesn't even respond, he simply does it again. My back spasms. My feet are on the floor, but I can't get any leverage to push up and get away because I'm bent over backwards. I even have less ability to roll over like I did before.

  What have I gotten myself into?

  The smacks continue to come, and every time I look up, I see the sicko enjoying every minute of it! The look in his eye as he focuses on my cunt, playfully tapping my pussy while interrupting it with fierce slaps, forcing me to writhe as I yelp in pain.

  Well, it was pain, but its becomes purely pleasure, and my yelps turn into moans, each shot to my throbbing clit a tantalizing torture that I almost want to beg for when he only taunts me with light taps. I want him to swat it, to bring that dose of tingling through my pussy.

  The sounds
morph from a dry tap to a wet splash, my arousal spilling from my aching pussy and dousing me on my inner thighs. At one moment, I actually bring my legs together to let my panties fall to the floor, feeling the slippery moisture as I rub my thighs together. I pull my legs apart, spreading them so that my stepdad has a wider entry for his hand.

  When he connects on my open cunt, I moan loudly and mutter, “Oh fuck.”

  “Oh, I'm sorry, baby.” He lifts me up and lays me back down on the bed, bringing my legs to the edge. “It seems like it's pretty sore to make you swear like that. Here, let daddy fix it for you.”

  He lifts my legs up and puts them on his shoulders, moving his head in. The first kiss he places on my clit is magical, sending a thrum of energy up my body.

  “Ooooohhhhhh.”

  He peppers me with tiny kisses, making him true to his word to apply some fatherly love to my aching cunt. Any pain I feel subsides as his lips move around me, tasting me from thighs to lips.

  “Is daddy making you feel better?”

  “Yes, yes.” Just the sound of that word makes everything feel better, from my pain to my pussy, allowing me to focus on his soft lips kissing me. Inside and out, his lips fall down my thighs, trailing the creases, kissing my ass cheeks up to my mound, circling my clit to match the other side, and finally nuzzling into my slit with his nose so that he can press his lips against my vulva.

  He sticks his tongue into me, separating me and entering my pussy. His tongue coats me in his saliva, his mouth consuming me from opening to nub, dancing along my walls until his pointed tongue begins to flick over me.

  The feeling is intense, shocking, as this rugged, handsome man I've secretly pined for eats my virgin pussy. I've never felt something so wonderful in my life. I just want more; I just want to feel this for the rest of my time on earth. I'd give anything for that.

  “I know you love this, you naughty little bitch,” he says between mouthfuls of cunt, “I could smell that pussy cooking every time I spanked you.”