All Grown Up 4-Book Taboo Bundle (Man of the House Forbidden Penetration Box Set)

by Kitty Stroker

  Training His Little Girl

  (A MAN OF THE HOUSE EROTIC ROMANCE)

  By Kitty Stroker

  Copyright 2014 Kitty Stroker

  All Rights Reserved

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  *ALL MINE* - A FERTILE TABOO ADVENTURE

  (A MAN OF THE HOUSE PREGNANCY TALE)

  What can you expect inside this naughty Taboo tale?

  Mel still lives at home and is used to making great money from her adults on webcam shows on the net, but she still loves it when Ken, the Man of the House, spoils her rotten.

  A show goes better than expected and she makes too much noise wrapping it up. No problem though, because only Ken is home to hear her.

  Except, it is a problem... Ken knows all about her nasty little shows and better yet, he is about to tell her that he is her biggest fan.

  -- Kitty Stroker

  WARNING: This story contains a naughty young lady that has a sexy secret exposed and has to please the man of the house if she wants to keep her secret safe. It contains adult content that some readers may find offensive. You're not one of those readers, are you? -Kitty Stroker-

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  "I knew I would cum in just a few more delicious minutes but Daddy had other plans."

  The laptop that my stepdad, Ken, gave me was a regular money machine! I made a ton of money on my webcam show last week because it was my 21st birthday. All of my horny customers thought they could get in my good graces by tipping extra heavy and I wasn't going to be the one to tell them otherwise. Usually, I just teased them. A little bit of flashing here, a little bit of rubbing myself there, nothing too hardcore. I've never gone all the way with a boy in real life so I could never give them the crazy double dildo kind of shows they were always begging for.

  Last night I did a special scene where I put the cam in the shower in my bathroom and I offered to get naked and soapy if they tipped well enough. All of my shows started out for free where I would give a free sample of the goods (my naked body) and if they wanted to see more, my chat room clients had to buy "gold" and that would get them access to my special VIP chat room where they could watch me get naughty. My real name was Erica, but none of them knew that, of course. They all knew me by my screen name, Sweetpea.

  It wasn't hard to forget that they were there and just focus on myself. I would ignore the camera and loose myself in my fantasies about the right man wanting to "give me his all" and insisting we did it without a condom. Raw sex was the best. I loved feeling that hard cock and the more veins and ridges, the better. I wasn't afraid of the consequences either. I think that the thought of Mr. Right putting a baby in me and marking me as his forever was beyond hot and always got my juices flowing.

  I looked at the list of attendees in my special room and even though nobody ever gave real names, I felt like I knew some of the guys by how often and well they tipped. Once I had a good amount of clients in there, the show began.

  I let the shower water run down my hair and my brown curls turned into straight locks that went down to the middle of my back. My tanned skin was glistening wet and I made sure to spin around a few times to let them get a good look at the goods. I squeezed my arms together so my breasts would move up and down and extra perky while I made sexy faces at the camera.

  The chat room was going wild. They all wanted me to move the camera down so they could see my ass and pussy.

  "Does the carpet match the drapes?" one of my anonymous admirers asked.

  "LOL" from a few others in the room.

  I faced forward and first, I just let them see my hard nipples and areolas. The pink circles were a few shades lighter than the rest of my skin and my nipples looked like gumdrops on my tits.

  I reached out and lowered the cam so they could get a good look at the bottom half of me. These men paid well and deserved the whole show.

  My ass was firm and round from years of hard work at gymnastics, field hockey and whatever other sport seemed fun at the time. I was proud of my body and loved all the compliments that I got from my VIP customers.

  "Damn, you're sexy."

  "You sure you're only 18?"

  "I bet I could bounce a quarter off that ass!"

  "Spread those cheeks for Daddy and let me see that little virgin asshole baby."

  Eager to please, I bent over and put one hand on the tile to steady myself. I made a dramatic show of running my other hand along the bottom of my ass before I fanned my fingers and spread my cheeks.

  I couldn't see the camera but I just spent a lot of time and money getting a fresh wax so I hoped they appreciated my look. I'm sure they did though, men loved a tight little well groomed body and mine fit the bill to a tee.

  "Let me see that pussy baby, show Daddy that wet cunt," said another anonymous fan.

  Something about them saying "Daddy" turned me on in particular and I was eager to comply.

  I had to remember that this is a show and I am a performer though. I grabbed a bottle of body wash and applied a generous amount to a loofa. I got a good lather up and I let the suds run down my neck and onto my breasts. My soapy rack felt slippery as the bubbles covered my skin and I rubbed them in.

  "Ohhh, this feels so good. I was such a dirty girl. I hope I have enough to get all the important spots..." in my best sexy baby doll voice.

  Turning to the side just a little more, I let the boys see that the foam was running down my stomach, past my belly button and onto my shaved feminine V. I covered myself with my hands, faking modest at first, and then I looked down at myself, a feigned look of surprise on my face.

  "Oh no, I got all this soap all over me, I wish I had somebody here to help me clean it off!"

  The chat room lit up with offers to help. My guys were just so darn helpful.

  "Let me get that off of you honey, you need me to rinse your baby?"

  "Why don't you let me come over and lick it off darling?"

  And my personal favorite, "Sweatpea, I would drink your bathwater."

  Only one other man called me "Sweatpea" and it turned me on to think that my Step-Dad could be one of the men in this chartroom paying good money to jerk off while watching me play with myself.

  The thought of it made me so horny I wanted to end this show early and take care of the fire between my thighs in my favorite little way but there wasn't any money in that. I told my clients that I was going "VIP" soon, and they had to put up their gold to get into the VIP room with me or else they wouldn't get to enjoy the show.

  The usuals had turned over their gold and a few stragglers and first timers came in. Once I had a nice amount of people in there with me, I dropped my towel and bid the cheapskates farewell. I loved to tease them to remind them what they were missing out on.

  I reached for the shower head and I directed its stream to my pussy. All the suds ran off and my perfect l
ittle smooth lower stomach came into view as soon as the first streams of water made their way down my body. A few hold out suds remained but I maneuvered the shower head and got them too. My recently shaved little slit was visible on screen now. My laptop was going crazy from the constant sound of the chat alerts each time on of my fans said something.

  I didn't bother to read their comments now though, I got lost in my own fantasy.

  "What if my Step-Dad was one of my clients?"

  If he was just a random guy, it would be no problem and I wouldn't mind at all. He was good looking, and in great shape from his job as a master carpenter. He was super strong. Strong enough to let me sit on his shoulders when he took me to that concert last year. I was 30 rows back but I had the best seat in the house after he said "Hey, your old man can still hold you up like he did at Disney when you were 5, come here." Dad squatted down and I lifted a leg over his head until my ass was on his shoulders. He stood up with no problem and I had a blast.

  "What if I wasn't sitting on his shoulders though? What if I was sitting on his face with my panties pushed to the side?"

  Just the thought of it gave me a small shiver and I brought the showerhead closer to my pussy and I turned the water pressure up.

  "Was Dad strong enough to hold me up while he me out?"

  I imagined him holding me up and lapping my box. I absent-mindedly raised a handle to my nipple as the showerhead did its thing. My Dad could probably hold me up with his hands cupping my little ass. He would run that tongue of his up and down my slit and give me some of what he gives Mom to make her moan so fucking loud when they hook up. I bet he would swirl his tongue around my pussy a few times before settling on my clit. All my juices would start to run into his beard and he wouldn't care, he would just keep on licking. He would hum with his mouth on me and the vibrations would be so strong that it would feel like his tongue was a vibrator. All those military guys knew sex tricks like that.

  I would run my hands through his thick hair and hold him tight against me so everything would be just right. Maybe I would only hold him with one hand so I could play with my nipples with the other. Daddy would never get tired either. He would just keep me up there until I started to squirm and I wouldn't have to be quiet about it.

  "Daddy I'm cumming, Daddy I'm cumming!" I would scream. I would be the one doing the screaming and nobody in the house would care because only Daddy would be there and it was his mouth that made me do it. Daddy would keep licking my pussy until I came and he would kiss me down there with soft loving kisses after that while I enjoyed the orgasm. He wouldn't lick as hard because I'm sensitive after I cum. But his lips wouldn't be too far away from my pussy and he wouldn't stop the pleasure until I begged him to.

  I heard a loud bang that snapped me back to reality. One of the bars of perfume soap fell off the rack and hit the tub floor hard. I was back in the real world, far from my fantasy again. I wasn't spread in his arms, I didn't have his face between my legs, I wasn't cumming. It was just me in the shower and a dozen of my closest admirers on the web.

  I sighed as it dawned on me that I was just lost in a fantasy and none of it had nay chance of happening. There was no way Ken was going to touch me like that, no way he would ever do those things to me. I wonder if he did that to my mom? She was never around and always in a bad mood or drinking when she was around, but maybe she just needed a little bit of Ken's mouth medicine!

  I laughed at how silly my naughty little jokes were. I couldn't even imagine them having sex any more because she was such a bitch to him. After I saw the way she berated him for being a well-paid carpenter and not one of the very well paid guys at her job, I just knew it.

  I hated to see her yell at him like that. The last time I said something to her about it when we were alone and having a "girls' moment" she grounded me and gave me all these extra chores to do this weekend.

  Urggghh. Last time I make that mistake. Oh well, no sense in stalling any longer.

  I turned to my webcam and the chat room was a flurry. I was absent-mindedly drying myself off in slow measured movements

  "Oops, did I miss a spot on my toes there?"

  I bent over, giving them all a peek at my perky little ass and cute little box and paid extra attention to each and every one of my toes.

  "Well boys, I have to go now. Did you enjoy the show?"

  "Hell yea."

  "Best. Shower. Ever."

  "I think you missed a spot on your toes!"

  I laughed. I loved how much they loved everything I did. It felt nice to know that grown men admired me. I'd never met them, but the way they spent money on me made me imagine them all grown with great jobs.

  "You naughty boys be sure to wash up, I wouldn't want all that cum to dry up on you."

  Laughter from my VIPs.

  "Chao!!"

  Chapter Two

  I scrubbed and scrubbed but it seemed that the marble floor in my mom's private bathroom just wouldn't sparkle. Not the way she thought it should at least. I thought it was fine and told her so before she left. Her response was that it looked like shit and I needed to clean it like I wasn't a lazy little bitch or I would be cleaning it again next weekend.

  The bleach fumes were mixing with the aroma of her scented candles and I was getting a headache. I wore my sponge low on the rough side where I tried to clean the grout and it looked like I would need another before I got it sparkling white again.

  "Urgggghh. I hate this, it so unfair!" and I threw the sponge across out the door and across the bedroom in frustration.

  "Hey!"

  The sponge didn't so much as fly out the door and across the bedroom as it flew out the door and hit Ken, who happened to be standing with behind me a few feet away. He must've been getting ready to take a shower because he had a towel around him and I could see where he glistened from sweat. He smelled like fresh cut wood and must've been working on one of his pieces in his basement workshop.

  "Oh my God, Ken, I am so sorry. I didn't see you there, I thought you were working in the shop."

  I stood there in a mix of shock and pleasant surprise. I didn't know he was standing there and I would never intentionally hit him with filthy bathroom floor water, but I also never noticed how good he looked for his age. Maybe I just never got a chance to see him with a towel half hanging off of him because he flinched when a wet sponge hit him.

  Ken's five o'clock shadow was extra pronounced in this light. His black hair, usually combed straight and tame, was curly and damp. The grey that touched his temples was a little less obvious with his hair all messy like this. I know he worked up sweat when he used all those tools to build the next five-figure custom creation for a wealthy client. The towel sat low on his stomach and he held it in place with one strong hand. His stomach was flat and there was no sign of any grey hairs on his chest or stomach. Greys wouldn't make sense on muscles like that. He liked to joke that his super power was "grown man strength" but I never had a reason to believe him until now.

  Now that I think about it, I bet he could hold me up just like I imagined.

  He looked like a pool boy with 10 years on the job, instead of 49-year old master carpenter with a family. I stared at his blank chest and let my eyes wander downward as I tried to make out any details of him down there that his towel that might let me.

  "Ken, I am so sorry" I repeated. Needlessly, I knew, because Ken was a pushover who could never stay mad at me, I just felt terrible about it.

  "Can I get you a towel? Another one?"

  Its fine Sweetpea, don't worry about it. He laughed a bit as a wiped the sponge water off his chest and flung it at me."

  "Ewwwww" I screamed, "that's gross!!"

  "Yea, imagine how I felt haha. At least you have on clothes, this fur rug is my skin kiddo."

  Ken always had a great depreciating sense of humor. He had a point about his chest hair though, it was a rug but I wouldn't mind rolling around in it naked for a while.

  "So, what are you doing i
n here throwing sponges around?"

  "Mom has me on punishment and she said I have to make her bathroom sparkle before I can go to the mall today. She treats me like her maid sometimes, I hate her."

  "Punishment, for what?"

  Too embarrassed to say that I was sticking up for the way she treated him, I tried my best to dodge the question.

  "We just had a fight, nothing epic, you know how she is."

  "Now, don't talk bad about your mother Sweetpea, you know she's under a lot of pressure at work and everything."

  What pressure? She was a TV weatherwoman, all she had to do was point at the screen and read numbers off another screen. Sounds like hell, but Ken was a real pushover for her sometimes.

  "Yea Ken, you're right."