Dirty Secrets (The Ultimate Taboo Box Set)

by Wild, Angel

  Dirty Secrets

  12 Taboo Sex Stories

  SMUT READERS

  By Angel Wild & Friends

  Copyright © 2014, Angel Wild & Friends

  Published by SmutReaders.com

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations and places are solely the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, including events, areas, locations and situations is entirely coincidental.

  Table Of Contents

  Touching Innocence

  Claudia Grows Up

  Daddy’s Little Soldier Girl

  His Little Darling

  Maya’s First Crush

  When Mommy’s Gone

  Popping My Sister’s Cherry

  Rub-A-Dub With Daddy

  The Thrill Of The Chase

  My Spicier Confession

  Oh, Daddy!

  Bonus Story! - Taken By The Marines

  Smut Readers Newsletter

  Touching Innocence

  By Angel Wild

  Daddy Daughter Pseudo Incest

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  Melody was always a wild child. From a very young age, she would come home with scratched up knees, her dress in tatters and her hair clumped in pockets of thick, dry mud.

  Unfortunately, things only got worse as she got older. By the time she turned fourteen she had been in trouble for shoplifting three times, and was suspended from school for smoking.

  To say she was rebellious would be the understatement of the century. She deliberately looked for ways to upset her Mother.

  So at age eighteen when the local cops picked her up for underage drinking, we finally gave the okay to transport her to juvenile detention. Tough love.

  As expected, Melody refused to cooperate, screaming at the gate, as she was drug into the compound by two hefty guys that looked like a cross between sumo wrestlers and outright thugs. Her mother, as always, buckled under the pressure. The sight of her little girl being forcibly carted off by this brute force had her in tears.

  I had to remind her that unless something was done now, Melody would likely spend a life locked up behind bars.

  The idea was enough for her mother to let her go and we drove home from the compound feeling like maybe this would finally be the kick in the ass that she needed to get her head on straight. I was just happy that she was gone, and I wouldn’t have to deal with her torment, as she fluttered around the house half dressed, desperately trying to catch my attention so she could call me out.

  My wife and I arrived home to a answering machine stuffed with messages from Melody.

  "So much for allowing her just one phone call," I muttered as I hustled into the kitchen for a cold beer.

  Her mother raced to the machine, clicking the Play button with fury, and listened to the teary apologies from a girl who knew how to play on her Mother's emotions better than anyone. She was a pro at it, drawing her Mother in like a skilled predator ready to pounce on her prey.

  "We have go back and get her!" my wife shrieked from the living room. "Bill, we have to go get her now!"

  I sighed, knowing it would be another round of battle between her misfit daughter and my desperate plea for logic and common sense. I knew I'd always be on the losing side.

  "We're not getting her," I replied sucking down another gulp of my cold beer. "She needs to learn boundaries, and if you keep playing her games, she'll never learn to respect you."

  I knew my argument was pointless, but I gave it a shot anyway. I refused to leave with my wife as she frantically grabbed the keys from the countertop.

  "I have to go get her," she replied, barely looking at me. "She's my only child, Bill, and she needs me."

  “She’s hardly a child,” I replied catching myself before I said too much. Melody was certainly far from being a little girl, with breasts that were larger than any other eighteen year old I’d ever seen, and curves that would make any grown man take a second look.

  I shook my head, partially in disgust and in mock agreement. I knew that there was nothing that I could say to stop her anyway, and so I kicked my feet up on the coffee table in resignation. She could go chase after her daughter. I was going to relax with my beer and watch a bit of football.

  My peacefulness didn't last long, and within an hour I heard the front door swing open as my wife and her daughter scrambled into the house, clutching each other tightly.

  "I'm so sorry, Mommy," my stepdaughter whispered, hugging her Mother tightly. "I'll be better, I promise."

  My wife closed her eyes, her hands wrapped tightly into my daughter's hair. "I love you, Melody," she sighed, unwilling to let go.

  Melody faced me, her arms wrapped tightly around her Mother. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me dead square in the face. The coldness in her eyes was lethal.

  She lifted her head from her Mother’s shoulder, nose turned up to the top of my brow, and grinned -- or perhaps, snarled is a better description. Whatever it was, it told me that as much as I'd try to persuade my wife that she needed to get tough on her daughter, I would never win the war against this 5-foot vixen.

  Melody turned her head slightly to the side and analyzed me, as I sat there unflinching, my head resting comfortably on the back of the sofa. Her pink tongue slid out of her mouth and flickered across her pouty lips. I watched, with a sudden flood of heat finding its way to the crotch of my jeans. She caught me, and she knew it.

  Bitch. She stared back at me intently, watching me shift nervously on the sofa anxious for the swell in my pants to subside before my wife turned around and caught me, dead locked with her daughter - eye to eye as we dared one another to make the first move.

  She had me. Her golden hair glistening in the light, her long polished fingernails now making their way to her open mouth. Her sharp blue eyes impaled me, cutting through the thick wall I had so carefully put up between us. She knew how to play her mother for sympathy and me, for much more. How far she was willing to go was yet to be seen, but she had me. Check fucking mate.

  Here I was, sitting half naked in nothing but my dark blue boxers, trying to greet the morning with a hot cup of black coffee and a smile on my face.

  With one finger, I flicked over the page of the daily newspaper that lay spread out on the table before me hoping to see something positive in the headlines but of course, it was murder, rape and a B&E into a local shop, just a few miles away.

  Same old shit.

  I pushed the paper away and drank the rest of my coffee, anxious to head out to work before Melody decided to make her way downstairs.

  My peaceful morning was quickly interrupted as I heard her bare feet prancing down the stairs just a few feet away. Damn her, she was up before I could leave. I was hoping to avoid her again.

  "Hey you," she grinned, peeking around the corner. "Up early, huh?"

  "Yeah," I muttered, annoyed at myself for not having skipped the coffee so I could make an early exit.

  "I have a full day at work, so wanted to get in early."

  I was lying and she knew it. The sly grin that peeled the corner of her face said as much.

  "Ahh, I see," she replied, fumbling her way into the kitchen. As usual, she had on a tight t-shirt, one size too small and shorts that hugged her ass and squeezed arou
nd her thighs. I tried hard to resist the urge to thoroughly check her out. God knows, it was getting harder each day.

  Melody came closer, almost taunting me. She bent over the table, laying her chest on the smooth oak and grabbed an orange from the bamboo basket that lay on the middle of the table.

  Her firm, puffy breasts pushed against the wood, and I did my best to look away quickly, but I was a second too late. She caught me as I took her in, eyeing her small firm body as it lay draping the table in front of me.

  Melody grinned at me like a player in a chess match, knowing she could dominate me at her desire.

  "Well, I have no plans for the day but to take a bubble bath and read a book," she announced in a voice barely above a whisper.

  I shook my head in agreement, although I wasn't sure what I was agreeing to.

  "Sounds like a good day," was about all I could manage to muster.

  My dick felt heavy in my shorts, as I watched my daughter slide off the table, deliberately letting her v-cut t-shirt hang against the table, so her breasts were clearly exposed.

  I sucked in my breath as I watched my stepdaughter’s creamy tits jiggle right in front of my face. I could see the roundness of her light pink nipples, as they hugged against her t-shirt, poking against the thin cloth.

  Melody looked at me, her mouth forming a small pout.

  “I wish you could stay home and play with me,” she whispered, sliding her curvy ass over to the side of my chair, so she was standing just inches away.

  Here we go again, I thought, as I watched my young stepdaughter do her best seduction act. I wasn’t going to fall for it. I knew her game. Seduce Daddy and then tell Mommy all about it so I’d be kicked to the curb and she’d be the Queen of her domain. Wasn’t going to happen.

  “Yeah, sorry, maybe we can spend some time together another day,” I replied nonchalantly, as if I didn’t care one way or another. The truth was, I did. Her body was so damn hot and curvy, that I could barely stop thinking of how must I’d love to fuck her. I can’t even begin to tell you how many nights I’d masturbate to the fantasy of sliding my hard cock into her tight pussy, or having her kneel down before me, as I jammed my dick into her throat.

  She knew she was sexy, there was no doubt about that, but what she didn’t know was that I was onto her. I knew she’d never let me get anywhere, but that it was all just a game of cat and mouse, where she’d set me up to be the prey so she could later threaten me to get her way anytime she wanted.

  Melody ran her fingers across my neck and I involuntarily shivered. Her hand felt like silk, as her dainty fingers curled around my hair, tugging gently at the base of my neck. I felt her fingernails run over the top of my shoulders, and before I could move, she slammed down on me, plopping her tight ass onto my heaving lap.

  I groaned.

  “Daddy, don’t you want to play with me?” she asked playfully.

  She knew it tormented me, especially when she whispered in that sexy little schoolgirl voice. I willed my cock to go down, begging it to ignore her, but as she spread her legs wide enough to where she was pushing her crotch down flat against the tip of my cock that swelled in my shorts, all words, all thoughts, all prayers to the Almighty Dick were lost, and it sprung into action, throbbing so hard that I knew I had to either push this little brat away, or I’d cum all over the ass of her little pink shorts.

  “Ohhh!” Melody moaned, turned on by just how hot she made me.

  “Daddy! You DO want to play with your baby girl!” She flashed a flirtatious smile, before leaning back against me, pinning me against the chair. She laid her head back on my shoulder, and forced my hands over her perfectly round tits.

  “Don’t you like my breasts? They’ve gotten so big, haven’t they Daddy?” she whispered, toying with me.

  “Melody, you need to stop”, I breathed wishing the little slut would keep going but terrified that I’d been finally lured into her sadistic maze of mind control.

  I knew it was just a matter of timing, when she would finally release the news to her Mother who lay sleeping just one level up from where we sat, stuck together like glue. Her mother and I were one step away from divorce anyway but I still felt incredibly guilty. Even if I knew very well that she was still having an affair with my best friend.

  “But, Daddy… I don’t think you really want to stop,” she teased, pushing her curvy body up against me. Her back was sliding against my chest, her pretty round ass grinding me, as the tent in my pants heaved against her.

  “No, you need to stop. Get off of me.” I replied, doing little to stop her from dry humping me.

  Melody giggled, laying her head against my shoulder so that her long blonde hair brushed up against my cheek.

  Despite my half-ass protests, my body was in full control now, and the logic hub in my brain was instantly switched to “OFF”. If this little bitch wanted step-daddy’s cock, she’ll get that and then some.

  The rasp of my voice startled her, as I reached around and cupped her by the crotch.

  “Yeah, you want me to fuck you, baby?”, I breathed, taking control of her body.

  I rubbed my fingers over the wetness of her shorts, and slid my hand up so I could quickly unzip them. They peeled away from her slim waist. Wasting no time my hand desperately reached inside the front, so I could feel her warm, soft pussy.

  Mmm, hairless and smooth as silk. Just as I imagined.

  I started fingering my stepdaughter with the flat of two fingers, gently playing with her clit that was as hard and round as a diamond. My hand slid up to cup her DD breasts, squeezing, pawing and playing from left to right and back again. I was thoroughly groping her tight, young body – and there was absolutely nothing that could have stopped the hunger that invaded my mind and body. I had fantasized about this very moment for way too long.

  I moved so quickly and with such control that she could barely catch her breath before I had her sweet body soaked in sweat and flushed with incredible heat.

  Melody knew that she had me, but for some reason she wasn’t bucking away from my hard on, slapping me in the face for touching her most private places, or screaming at the top of her lungs at what a pervert I was. She wasn’t hollering to Mommy, and she wasn’t threatening or blackmailing me into doing her bidding. What she was doing was breathing so heavily that I thought her heart might explode in her chest.

  “Mmm,” she groaned in a breathy voice. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

  I lunged my hips forward, bucking up against her ass, my cock desperate to be unleashed. Melody quickly stood up, turning around to face me and I braced for the “gotcha” that I was certain would come.

  Her face was fiery red, her cheeks flushed in color and I noticed a glint in her eye that I hadn’t seen before.

  The look of a mischievous and very horny girl.

  But she wasn’t screaming for someone to safe her from the hungry desire that wanted nothing more than to consume her tender, young body. Instead, she slid down on her knees, her sun kissed legs finding cool comfort on the ceramic tile. She looked up at me, her heart shaped face cradled in sunlight as she smiled at me so innocently, her eyes wide with excitement.

  I braced the chair, wanting to feel her mouth on my cock so badly that I was sure I’d explode before it even happened. I fought hard to catch my breath, to stay in control but who was I kidding? This hot young nympho could do just about anything to me right at that moment, and I’d never be able to deny her.

  Melody’s fingers fluttered over the crotch of my boxer shorts, and my rock hard cock poked through the opening in the front. She giggled, her eyes flashing up at me before she lowered her head and I felt the first flick of her soft, wet tongue.

  “Oh, God” I groaned as I felt my stiff dick being engulfed by the softest tongue I’ve ever felt. Melody kissed the head of my cock lightly, before dragging her tongue down my shaft to the base of my cock and up again. Her tongue left a glistening trail of saliva all over my cock.

 
“You have a huge cock, Daddy” Melody whispered, her words muffled as she wrapped her lips tightly around my dick. “Mommy’s so lucky.”

  I looked down at the little slut as she sucked my cock like a pro. I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair, grabbing fistfuls of her golden blonde locks. I pushed her head down hard on my dick, forcing myself into her mouth.

  “Your Mommy doesn’t suck my dick,” I replied. The sight of my young stepdaughter lapping my cock, as her pouty little mouth wrapped itself around my thick shaft sent a rippling sensation through my body and I knew if I wasn’t careful, I’ll flood her mouth with cum.

  Melody looked up at me, her mouth struggling to widen enough to engulf my dick. Seeing her struggling to slurp, and suck my cock was maddening, and I closed my eyes, forcing myself to look away from the most horniest cocksucker I’d ever seen.

  She breathed heavily and moaned, drenched in hormones and loving the playful force of my hands pushing down on the back of her neck.

  “That’s a good little slut. You like sucking sock, don’t you?” It was a statement, not a question. She had certainly gained experience from somewhere, but seeing her continue to struggle with my thick dick in her throat gave me great pleasure. Fiddling around with teenage boys who were still jacking off to morning wood was a far cry from the 9-inch cock that was forcing its way in and out of her slippery mouth.

  “Suck it harder,” I commanded, taking out all of my sexual frustration on this little vixen, who was doing everything she could to please her Daddy.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, her lips formed into the shape of an “O”, as she continued to slide her mouth up and down my glistening cock.

  “That’s a good little slut,” I responded, sputtering the words out in fury as I continued to pound her face with my dick.

  “Suck it. Ahh, that’s it --- Uh, fuck yeah.”

  Melody continued doing as she was told, her pretty head bobbing up and down on my dick, as I continued to apply pressure to the back of her head, forcing her mouth to suck harder, and deeper.