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Don’t Waste a Drop, Daddy

“Oh, oh fuck, Lily, that feels so good, don’t stop, don’t stop – squeeze your daddy’s dick as hard as you can. Oh God...”

I came to a dead stop right in the middle of the hall outside the bathroom near my parent’s bedroom. No way did I just hear that. No way did-

The sound of a hand rubbing up and down, faster and faster, now that was unmistakable. And the only people in my house were me and my step-daddy Jake.

“Shit, Lily, grab daddy’s balls when he slides this big cock in you. Fuck yes little girl, oh Jesus you’re so tight...so tight...” a low groan followed, and I put my back against the wall, right next to the door and crouched down.

The grunting continued for a second. I heard a hissing noise, like air getting sucked between teeth. “Don’t stop, no don’t stop, just like that, just...oh fuck little girl, daddy’s gonna come, daddy’s gonna come in your tight little pussy, okay? Can daddy do that?”

My fingers felt good pressed against the growing wet spot on the shorts I was wearing. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but Jesus Christ did it have me turned on. The only thing I could imagine was that when I’d come in just a few minutes ago, Jake hadn’t heard. I should have been mortified. I should have just kept going, you know? Just left and pretended I didn’t hear anything. But there I was, listening to my daddy grunt out an orgasm and imagining – no, wishing – that he was actually emptying his balls inside me.

I pushed my palm hard against my little button and cupped myself with my hand, massaging my slit with the length of my fingers.

“Daddy’s gonna come, daddy’s gonna...unnn...sweetie, this feels so good. Your little cunt,” he was whispering then, “fluttering around me. Milking this big, heavy cock. Not much longer, yeah, squeeze those legs together...mmm...make that cunt even tighter, you dirty little whore. What kind of girl seduces her daddy? What kind of girl makes her daddy fight to keep from getting hard every time she’s around? Yeah, just like that...”

He let out another long, whispered hiss, and I imagined my step-dad Jake, who until eighteen seconds ago, I thought was the most saintly, patient and pure man on the face of the planet, who would be so embarrassed he’d probably hide in his garage for a year if he knew I heard him. I imagined him bending me over in the bathroom, my hands on the sides of the tub as he fucked my pussy so deep and hard that it hurt before he even finished.

I couldn’t help it. Knowing we were the only two in the house – my mom and little brother were gone for the night to my grandmother’s house two towns over – I slid my hand under the waistband of my soccer shorts.

“God...damn...oh Jesus, Lily, keep those little girl thighs squeezed together, just like that. Daddy’s got such a big load to pump inside you, baby, is that what you want? Yeah?”

Closing my eyes tight, squeezing them together, I grinded my palm as hard as I could on my clit, and gripped my legs tight around my hand. I was so wet that two fingers slipped right inside me, and when I dragged them along my most sensitive spot, just a little past my entrance, I started breathing hard and quick.

“You like the way I’m squeezing your tits? You like how I pinch those hard nipples? Huh? I bet no college boy ever fucked you like this, did they? I bet none of your boyfriend’s dicks were anywhere near this big, were they? That’s it, squeeze daddy’s balls...”

In short, hard bursts, I rammed my fingers deep, tightened my wrist and rubbed my palm against my sex. So good. It felt so good and so wrong but mostly good, just to sit there with my knees up and listen to my daddy – to the man I’d been teasing for half my life – cranking his hand up and down his cock and pretending to fuck me.[!--empirenews.page--]

I let out a little gasp as my pussy gripped my fingers and the muscles in my belly and between my legs tightened. I was so close – how had I got so close already? It always took way longer for me to do this on my own. Hell, it took longer even when I had some clumsy boy doing it for me. I didn’t even know how good it felt to be stretched around a big, warm cock though, because I’d always been too scared to try. But right then, in the shameful, filthy pleasure of the moment, that I’d wanted for years, I thought that I could feel his hips crashing against my ass, his balls slapping against my belly as he drove himself deeper and deeper, as he grabbed my hips and bucked against my aching pussy, and then...

“Oh! Oh fuck! Daddy’s coming baby girl, oh let that pussy come too, come all over daddy’s cock.” He let out a long, loud, low groan.

I grinded on my clit harder than I ever had before and drove my fingers as far in as they’d go. Another whimper escaped my lips, that I feared he heard – maybe I should say hoped he heard – and as he groaned again, no doubt pumping that huge load out of his twitching cock, I imagined doing just what he said.

Coming. Oh God I was coming. A stream of juice soaked my palm and then my shorts. A little dripped down on the carpet, but I just kept going. The fingers churning in my cunt already hurt, but I wasn’t stopping. All those muscles that had tensed up released at once. I squeezed my eyes for just a second’s more of my fantasy before I had to escape to make sure we could look each other in the face for the rest of our lives.

“Coming...oh yes,” I whispered as my virgin sex grabbed my fingers hard and pulsed around them in long, slow waves of climax.

I heard pants zip, and the sink go on. In a smooth motion, I silently moved away from the wall and tip toed down the hall to my bedroom.

Slowly, I closed the door, put my back against it and slid down.

Holy FUCK, Lily. That never happens again, got it? I chastised myself, like I always did. I tried to make myself feel bad for what I’d done. It worked, momentarily at least, like always. He is a good man. He raised you when your mom quit caring. He gave up his career, gave up his life for you. Don’t pull this selfish bit. Teasing him with tight shirts and ratty jeans is one thing. Don’t do this. Just don’t.

Sliding my hand up to my lips, I sniffed my sex and licked. God I loved the way my pussy tasted. So warm, so silky and incredible.

As my heart finally stopped pounding quite so wildly and I began to breathe in a pattern resembling normal, I filled my lungs with a long, slow breath.

“Never again,” I repeated, this time in a whisper to make it more real. “Never again, Lily.”

Yeah, we’ll see how that goes.

Since before I was conscious about things like love and sex, I had feelings for Jake, though when I had my first fantasies about him, I didn’t even know what they were. I just knew that he made me feel safe and secure and happy.

I never had much stability in my life, not until he came along, so that was probably it. I also never much trusted men, mostly because my real dad was a huge asshole who couldn’t be bothered to stay around for my mom and I, even though we were pretty well screwed when he left. My mom worked herself ragged. During the day, she substitute taught at the local high school, and then at night she took online classes. Things were hard for a long time, but eventually she landed a ridiculously high-paying gig as a pharmaceutical salesperson, which meant that instead of working all the time and barely making any money to eat on, she traveled all the time and made tons, but the end result – me never seeing her – was the same.

I was eleven at the time, and she never...okay, rarely...stayed gone over night, but most of the time I was pretty much on my own. She felt bad about it, I know, but what can you do? I was old enough to have a rotten attitude about going to after school care, and we had no family around, so that was all the choice we had. But it worked out fine. The apartment we lived in at the time was really safe, and all the doormen watched out for me, so I wasn’t really alone, even if that’s the story I always tell because it’s more interesting.

But then, one day when she came home from a two-day trip to Dallas, she was just glowing. Wouldn’t tell me why, though. Next time she came home, she brought Jake. Suddenly, I understood the sudden happiness.

Even to my eleven year old mind, there was something special about him. He rubbed my mom’s feet all the time, always asked me about school when he’d come over for dinner, and on the rare occasions that I was awake when they came home from a date, he seemed to make her really happy, judging from the giggling and carrying on she did.

Those times, when I heard them, I knew what they were doing, and I felt ashamed as all hell for it even then, but those were the first times I thought about what it would be like to have Jake do the things to me that I learned about in the videos at school.

I got my period early, and everything started growing, as it does. Through the whole thing, it was Jake that helped me learn about what was happening to me, why everything hurt, why I was angry all the time. My mom got more and more distant, and to my mind, it must have been my fault.

He spent hours making sure I knew it wasn’t. That my mom was just really busy with work and that she loved me more than anything in the world.

That’s how things went for a couple of years. When she was out of town, he’d call and check in on me, then whenever she was around, I always hoped she’d bring him home. A couple of years later, right around my birthday, they came to me and asked what I wanted more than anything else in the world.

I remember this exactly – I said “I want Jake to be my daddy” and he got so happy that he cried. I’d never seen a man cry before, never thought it was okay, but right then I realized that he already was my daddy, even if I called him Jake.

Anyway, my mom turned to me and said “well, you’re going to get it, because we’re getting married in three weeks!” and that was that.

Ever since, he was always around and I had never been happier in my whole life. He coached me through everything – shitty boyfriends, getting pimples, good boyfriends who dumped me and everything else imaginable. And never once did he lose his patience, or yell or scream or anything else. He was my rock. Absolutely my rock.

No matter what, I depended on him.

And then when I started to get a little older and a little more aware of the world, I started wearing things that were less than proper around the house. Shirts that were too tight and barely hid my burgeoning tits, shorts that were way too short to be reasonable, I tried it all. I think I was testing him, to see if he really was the guy I thought he was. Or maybe I was trying to get him hard, trying to get him to do to me what I imagined him doing. I was such a confused teenager there wasn’t any telling.

Of course, I’m sure most teenagers are confused teenagers, so my story probably isn’t all that weird.

But anyway, he never reacted. Never so much as a glance. He’d always just smile, brush his black hair back and ask me if there was anything I needed. “Anything you need, Lily?” he’d ask.

I always said no.

Mostly because if I said what I really wanted, I had no idea what he’d do.

“I’m pretty torn up about you leaving, you know,” Jake said as he took a bite of his pizza. “I keep hoping you’ll change your mind. No, wait, that’s not fair. I know you need to go. Time to spread your wings and see the world. I’ll sure miss you though. We’ve been in each other’s hair for...what, nine years now?”

It had been six hours since the bathroom incident, and he hadn’t said a word. Neither had I.

“You’ve never been in my hair. You’re the best dad I could imagine.” I leaned over and gave him a little kiss on the cheek, fully aware that my cleavage was not, in any way, modest. I’d done it again. I wore a shirt from junior high that I had before I had tits. I just couldn’t help the tormenting. Although that time, I thought I caught him glancing down my shirt. No way, not a chance. You’re never gonna get him to do anything remotely wrong, Lily, just stop tormenting the poor guy.

“Well,” he said standing up. “I guess it’s about time to get back to this, uh, truck packing thing.”

That should prove it. He was packing all my stuff in a U-Haul. Every single one of my ‘friends’ bailed on me at the last second, of course, but he was as reliable as ever, just working and working. He had been at it since like six that morning when he went and got the truck, hitched his car to it so I wouldn’t have to wake up and follow him, and then started loading furniture. Daddy insisted that I only help him when he absolutely had to have help. He kept saying that tomorrow was going to be a long drive and that I needed to be all rested up. Like I said, pretty much the perfect guy, right?

Too bad he’s my dad.

I puffed out my lips and sighed. Right then, I got it in my head that I wasn’t going to let this slide. After all, how long would it be before Jake and I were alone again? I mean, coming back for holidays and whatever, the house won’t exactly be empty.

“When’s the last time you had sex?” I couldn’t help but blush as I asked him.

Without batting an eye, daddy shot back: “with your mother?” He started laughing. “Just kidding. A while. I don’t know how long really. She’s gotten so busy with work, she’s traveling all the time. When she’s actually here she’s exhausted. So yeah, time’s been tight, you know?”

When he said tight I swear to God I saw his eyes scan down the front of me. Yeah I’m tight, you know I am – hard to not be when I’ve never had anything more than my fingers in my pussy, huh? That’s all it was though, if it even happened at all. A fleeting glance. And he was probably just looking at me like people do. Nothing sexual, nothing like that. I would be so lucky.

I snorted and he looked at me again. There was something in the air that reminded me of tension – or maybe it was all in my imagination. It probably was. But still, I felt it, between us there was something strange and electric and delicious, something forbidden hanging just out of reach. A fruit on a tree that’s bursting ripe but so damn high up in the branches you can’t reach it. The kind that you just know is going to fall right when you stop looking, but just sitting there watching a damn thing dangle off a branch isn’t the best way to spend your time.

Gotta climb up there and get it. I stuck my hand out, for him to take and pull me up off the floor where we’d just been sitting to eat. Jake pulled me up and put his hands on my shoulders.

This is it, he’s gonna kiss me, he really is. I haven’t been making this feeling up. He’s got it too, he’s-

My daddy pulled me close, one hand on the back of my head, one on the small of my back. “If there’s ever anything I can do for you,” he said. “Just call me. I don’t care that you’re about to go a thousand miles away for college. If you need anything, just call and your daddy will be there as soon as he possibly can. Understand?”

I nodded. My head was nestled on his shoulder, against his neck. If I stretched just a little I’d be able to kiss the side right underneath his ear. What the hell are you doing, Lily? What are these thoughts? What kind of mess are you about to get yourself into?

For a moment, I just stood there in his arms, my lips an inch from my daddy’s neck. I knew I felt it then. No denying it. There was a spark jumping from his skin to mine, a palpable heat that made me want to claw my clothes off, push him onto the couch and ram his huge, rock-hard cock so deep in my virgin pussy that I screamed and writhed and cried and he got all rigid and squeezed my tits and fucked me until...

Calm down Lily. Calm the hell down. You’re breathing hard, your heart is pounding in your chest and you’re about the most obvious and horny thing on the planet. Don’t do this to him, just...don’t.

Slowly, we began to sway back and forth.

“I can’t believe how much I’m going to miss you, baby girl,” he said softly, as though he was whispering straight into my ear and trying to keep the rest of the world from hearing our secret. “I’ve been trying to get a grip on myself for a few days now, but it’s hard. Ever since your mom and I got together, you’ve been the one constant in my life. It’s hard for me to see you go. I expected this, sort of, but...”

“Oh, daddy,” I said as I put my hands to his face and stared in his eyes. “Me too. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m so scared.” Under his shirt, the tight muscles of Jake’s back flexed and contracted as we moved. “I’ll be so far away. I don’t know what I’m going to do without you around to fix all the stupid things I do.”

Jake smiled. “I think you stopped doing stupid things when you turned twelve. I’ve never known a more responsible young lady that you turned out to be, Lily. I’m lucky to have you for a daughter.”

Oh he’s just trying to make me melt, isn’t he? Watching me with those beautiful blue eyes, holding me like this...I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to keep myself from- and then I felt it. Under his jeans, there was the beginning of a bulge.

Jake shifted his weight, obviously trying to hide it from me, but I felt it. I felt it, he noticed me. He really does. I can’t believe he noticed me.

I was almost shaking with excitement. But then, something else struck me. Something way, way less attractive than the fantasy of being ravished by the strongest, most wonderful man I’d ever known.


It hit me right in the middle of the forehead.

“Something wrong, Lily? You seem distracted.” He turned as he pushed a fallen lock of hair out of my face, and I felt it again. That bulge, right against the soft, sweet skin of my belly. Daddy’s about a foot and a half taller than I am, so when he started to get hard, the way his cock was stuffed in his pants meant that his length was going downward.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Nothing at all.” My voice was a little breathier than I meant for it to be.

“Good,” he replied, smiling. “I don’t want anything to be wrong with my sweet little Lily.”

I felt his heart, pounding against his chest. Even though we didn’t share the blood moving through his veins, we shared everything else. If anyone asked me who raised me, who was the most important person in my life, my answer would be one word. Jake. My daddy Jake.

My lips started to shake. I wanted so badly to suck a kiss on his neck and inhale the lingering scent of his spicy cologne.

The more time we spent against one another, the harder he got. I felt him all the way down to my little button. I don’t know if he just stopped caring, or if he thought I didn’t notice his growing excitement, but I was fine with it either way.

Take a chance, Lily. He’s not moving, he’s right against you. He’s not moving...

I put my hand on the side of his face. Take it slow, make it so that at any second, either one of us could back out. Either one of us could say no whenever we...

Daddy’s hands slid up my back, interrupting my thoughts. He stroked my hair on either side of my face, pulled it back into a pony tail, forcing my head backwards. This is happening. This is really happening. My lips trembled, my fingers shook. I flattened my palms against Jake’s lower back both to steady myself and to feel his heat.

“This is really happening, isn’t it?” I whispered.

“Only if you want it to, baby girl,” he said.

“I’ve...” I let out a sigh and rubbed his stubbly cheek.

Daddy grabbed my wrist in his rough, but somehow gentle, fingers. “You don’t need to say anything. You’ve been trying to get my attention for years, Lily, I know that. I’m a man, little girl, I see you just the way everyone else sees you. I know how beautiful you are, I know how incredible your body is, I’ve just...kept myself from acting like I noticed.”

My heart was in my throat, pounding away so hard it echoed in my ears. “All those things I did, you...”

“Felt too horrible about lusting after my own daughter to ever do anything about it. But before you start to think I’m some kind of a pervert, it was only last year when I realized that what you were doing with the towels tucked right up under your tits, the shorts that hugged you in all the right places. I guess I just never thought about it before, but that first time you were wearing – well, this exact shirt – and you came home from jogging, you were all sweaty, the shirt stuck to your chest and...”

“Oh my God, daddy, it’s so big,” I said. In turning my hips just a little so I could look straight up in his beautiful eyes, I had somehow stroked him just a little and got him to stiffen up the rest of the way. He was so long that his big hard-on ran from above my navel all the way to my button. “I feel so awful, daddy. I never meant to hurt you. I was just playing games. Dumb teenaged girl games. I’m so sorry.”

Something behind Jake’s eyes changed right in front of me. Instead of the vaguely embarrassed look he had only a few moments ago. How did this happen? Five minutes ago we were eating pizza and talking about packing up some clothes, now...this. Funny world sometimes.

No matter what was running through my head though, I couldn’t deny how good this felt and how much I’d wanted it for years and years. And, judging by what he was doing with his hands, so had daddy.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, moving my hand down to the big bulge in his jeans. “As hot as you feel against me, I don’t think it was all just games. Was it?” As he spoke, Jake slid two of his fingers between our crushed-together bodies and along my slit. God I’m so hot. I doubt he’d have to even work to get that big thing inside me right now.

I sucked a breath. “No, but...” I whispered. I felt absolutely awful saying it out loud, but at the same time, with him right there and my nose full of his scent, I couldn’t help but bend my knees a little, to grind myself against his denim-covered cock. He let out a long, rumbling groan.

“Look what you’re doing, you dirty little girl. You’re so wet you’re soaking through your shorts. You must really want your daddy if just me holding you against my leg is enough to do...that. Keep rubbing my dick. Up and down. Feel how big it is?”

I nodded and bit my lip, looking up at him with a down-turned face and pouting. “Daddy, I’m scared.”

“Scared of what, sweetie? Daddy’s not gonna let anything hurt you.”

“I know, it’s just...I’ve never done this before.”

He smiled warmly. “Then we’ll take it a little slower. You’re sure you want to do this? You’re sure, baby girl?”

“I don’t really know how to say this, but I think I’ve wanted this since I knew what this was. You know?”

Daddy grunted a soft “mhm” and lifted my head back to look at my face. “Do you like the way that feels?”

When he talked I remembered I’d been stroking his dick for quite a while. I blushed deeply and pursed my lips to stifle a giggle. “Yes sir,” I said. “It feels good. I’ve never even touched one of these before.”

“Sir?” He chuckled. “You’ve never called me that. Would you like to feel mine? Without the cloth, I mean?”

He just said that. He did, right? This isn’t a dream? I pinched myself. Daddy chuckled.

“Unbutton my pants.”

My fingers trembled. “I’ve never even seen...”

“It’s okay, baby girl,” he reassured me. “Everything’s fine. It’s the most natural thing in the world. Good.” The button made a gentle popping sound as it slipped through the hole and his cock was so big that the zipper started to slide down on its own.

“Rub it again, that feels good, Lily. Yeah, just like that. Rub your daddy’s cock a little.” He chuckled softly. “If you keep doing that, I think it’s going to unzip my fly without you having to do anything.”

Once again cupping my hand around his shaft, I moved my hand up and down for a moment before remarking absent-mindedly about how big he was again. His response was just to smile and stroke my face.

“Get down on your knees.” He rested his hand on my shoulder. “Do you want me to sit down or keep standing up?”

I had no idea. I was so enthralled with the shape of his cock and the way he groaned every time I pushed my thumb around what must have been his tip that I couldn’t think.

“Put your mouth on me,” he said. “Over my jeans. Just massage me with your lips, with your teeth...God that feels good. I remember the one time your mother ever did this. I went down on her for an hour afterwards, I was so happy.”

Shit, he wouldn’t need to do anything for me. Just feeling this big, thick thing in my mouth is good enough. But still, the idea of having him between my legs for a whole hour...a whole hour! It’s just...

“You having fun?”

I nodded, while at the same time still gripping him with my teeth. A feeling stirred in my belly, something deep-seated and strange. I got another wave of fear.

“It’s okay,” Jake said again, obviously sensing that I was nervous. “Would you like if I did that to you? Can your daddy taste your sweet, little pussy?”

Just the thought sent me reeling. I’d always imagined someone with his face between my legs, hitting all the right places, flicking his tongue over my clit like I saw once in a porno movie my friend showed me. Tongue on my clit, fingers pounding away. I almost came just thinking about it.

“Yes, if that’s what you want, I’d love it.” I used my best innocent little girl voice. It wasn’t much of a stretch. “I’ve always wanted someone to do that to me, but well...I’m just too shy.”

I looked up at him for a second, and he smiled down at me. “I want your first time to be absolutely perfect. Anything you want, you can have. Okay?” He stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers. God I wanted him to fuck me.

Fuck me. I want you to fuck me, daddy. I want you to bend me over this couch and fuck my tight little cunt until I can’t take it anymore. I want you to fuck me until I scream and cry and squirt my come all over your big, hard dick. Will you do that for me daddy, will you fuck me until I’m raw and I hurt for a week? Will you, daddy?

All I could say, though, was “yes” no matter how badly I wanted to say the rest of it.

“Squeeze that dick with your teeth again. Feels so good...now run your hand along me. Are you ready to see my cock?”

I chewed my lip and tried to think of what to say. It sounds stupid as hell to think of it this way, but I really didn’t know what to say. There I was, with my daddy’s dick between my lips, wet spot all up and down him where I’d been licking him through his jeans, and I was worried about how I answered his question. Of all the stupid...

“Take me out, baby girl. Reach in and pull me out. I want to see the look on your face when you...”

I pulled the waistband of his boxer-briefs out and reached in like I was sneaking a cookie. The first thing I felt was the prickle of the trimmed hair around his base, then I felt the smooth, warm skin just above his balls. He was so hot, so silky smooth and when I heard him suck a breath, I just had to touch myself.

“Need to feel your pussy, baby girl?” He said as I put one hand between my legs and pushed hard against my sex with the back of my fingers. “Does that feel good?”

I moaned softly and smiled at him, chewing hard on my bottom lip and curling my fingers around the bottom of his dick.

“I like the way you make that little sound,” he said. “I like that you feel good while you’re doing this. I can’t wait to get between your legs and taste your pussy.”

My cheeks were absolutely on fire with all his dirty talk. I mean, I liked it. Okay, loved the absolute hell out of it but still it just felt so, so, so, wonderfully wrong. But somehow right if that makes any sense. God it felt so good to hear stuff I’d always thought only happened in really, really, dirty movies coming from my daddy’s lips.

“Why does this feel so wrong, daddy?” I asked as I drove my fingers a little deeper, stretching my pants and pushing inside. “I know it’s not...I know it’s okay, but it feels like I shouldn’t want this.”

“We can’t help who we fall in love with, sweetheart. That’s not something we can change.”

His words gave me...security. They made me feel better about my forbidden desire, but even more than that, they gave me permission to feel the way I did. It was such a sweet release to stop worrying, to stop caring and fretting that I was doing something horribly wrong and just enjoy loving this man who loved me.

“Pull it out,” he said again. “Look at your daddy’s cock.”

I took a deep breath and fished it out of his underpants. As soon as his big, purple tip snapped out of his waistband with an audible sound of elastic popping, I stared with my mouth open, and exhaled my astonished surprise.

“It’s...it’s so big, daddy, I don’t...how am I ever going to get that inside me?”

“We’ll go slow, sweetie. We’ll go slow. Don’t worry. Daddy would never hurt you.”

His cock swelled above the ring my fingers made around his shaft. My pinky curled around the base of him. Every time he breathed, every time I felt the little pulse of his heart through the veins in his prick, my hand trembled more and more until I had to squeeze him a bit to keep my hand from shaking.

“That’s good, baby girl,” he said. “You can always count on daddy. If you need to hold on to keep your pretty hand from trembling, you just go right on ahead and grip me. God it feels good to have you here like this. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?”

I shook my head. I knew how long I’d wanted him just like this but I wasn’t about to admit it aloud. I really didn’t want to, but even so, there I was, with the words “not as long as I’ve wanted you,” rolling off my tongue.

What else are you going to admit, Lily? Better do something with that...

Fingers tangled in my hair and my daddy pulled me so that my face was pointing up at his. “Suck,” he said.

I couldn’t believe it. Everything I’d always wanted was right there, right in front of me, and I was about to taste my daddy’s big, throbbing dick. I gave him one last squeeze and a little glisten emerged from the tip. The hand in my hair slid down to my shoulder, then lower until he brushed the top of my breast, right above my bra.

“Wait, Lily,” he said, stopping me with my lips just inches from the glistening tip of his cock. “Pull that pony tail out first. Let all that beautiful hair fall down around your shoulders. That’s it. My little girl, all grown up. You’re just wonderful, you know that?”

Slipping my bottom lip between my teeth, I chewed a little, partially to calm my nerves at such an intense compliment and partially because I thought he’d like it, since that was one of the things I used to do all the time. From the smile he gave me, it worked.

“Now,” he said. “Now, take daddy’s big, hard dick and put it inside that cute mouth.”

At first I really didn’t know what the hell to do with him. I’d seen all of, I think, two porno movies by that point in my life, and so everything I ‘knew’ about sex was either what my friends told me, or cooked up in my own dirty imagination. So, I just did what came naturally. I stuck my tongue out between my lips and caressed his tip in a slow circle, exploring the line around his head. Somehow, I avoided the glistening drop that I squeezed out of him, but after the second lap around his ridge, I slid my tongue up the line to the opening and let his tiny offering slide down my tongue and warm the back of my throat.

“Do you like how I taste?” He stroked my cheek. Then once again let his hand fall down to my chest. I sat up straighter to let him feel. His fingertip brushed my nipple, and I gasped softly. “Oh, you like me touching you too, huh?”

Jake was smiling down at me when I looked up with my best guilty little girl look. “Mhm,” I said as I slipped my mouth over swell of his tip and all the way down to the beginning of his shaft. Stretching my tongue down him, I felt a soft bridge of skin and tickled him.

“You know just what to do to make me feel good, huh? Before you take any more of your daddy in your mouth, I want you to take that shirt off. Let me finally see those big college-girl tits you’ve been teasing me with forever and ever.”

“I’m not in college yet,” I said, grinning, as I stood up and pulled the tight cotton over my swollen, aching breasts and then popped the hook on my bra to let them out. I hoped he’d touch them – touch me – right away, and I wasn’t disappointed.

“Just like I imagined,” he moaned as his fingertips circled my nipple and my skin went all pebbly and tingly right after. “Sometimes when I jerk off, I think about you. But...you know that, don’t you? You were snooping earlier, huh?”

I sucked a breath, both at the pleasure I felt and the knowledge that I’d been caught.

“H...how did you know?”

“I heard you out in the hall earlier. I heard my little girl grunting and groaning. I kept tugging this big cock harder and harder, and as you started squealing louder and breathing faster, I did the same things you did.”

My face flushed a deep crimson, but what the fuck? Really? What did it matter then? It was all out on the table. I bit my lip again and looked up at him with a down-turned face and big, wide-open doe-eyes. “How can I make it up to you? I didn’t mean to snoop?”

A grin crept across his face. “You can suck daddy’s dick until he tells you to stop. And squeeze these big balls, too.”

For a second longer I just watched his cock as I wrapped my fingers around him and gave him a little stroke up, then down. Another drop came out and somehow, knowing how good it would taste made it even harder to wait. I did though, I gave him another tug, and then when my hands went all the way down him, I pushed up on my knees and gently shoved him back on the couch. When he sat, his cock was straight up, almost taunting me to try and swallow it all.

“Just the tip,” he whispered. “Suck on just the tip, and put those soft...”

I enveloped him with my tits, one on either side, cradling them around him with one arm as I kneaded his heavy balls with the other and lowered my mouth onto his dickhead. “Like this?” I said with a flick of my tongue.

All he did was lay his head backward against the couch and moan, grinning.

Just like that, I gripped him, squeezed him, and let my breasts cascade up and down his shaft. Around and around I spun my tongue until I just had to suck him.

Once his tip was in my mouth, there was no more room. I stretched my jaws and massaged his underside with my tongue as best I could and let a tendril of spit drip down either side of his cock. The next time I moved at all, my tits slid on him just a little, and I got a very good idea. I moved very gingerly at first, not sure if it would work, but Jake’s spit-slicked cock absolutely glided between my aching breasts, and when he reached down to pinch my nipples, then pull them, then roll his fingertips around them, I almost lost it right then and there.

Sucking a breath, I said, “I’ve never...oh God it feels so good!”

Instead of stopping, or slowing down, he went at me harder. Daddy’s thumbs and pointer fingers curled around my stiff, hard nipples and tugged so that it hurt at first, but then seconds later, deep warmth crept down my belly to the place between my legs.

“Is my little girl wet? Is that pussy sopping and ready for daddy?”

I couldn’t do much but moan and nod. His cock was so big, so good in my mouth, and the heat moving up and down me where he pinched and pulled, it was all just too much to handle. Somehow, without even being touched, my sex began to grip and grasp at nothing. It was like he’d somehow almost made me come with nothing but his mind and his voice...or that I made myself come just by pleasing him.

“Look at me,” he said. “Don’t take me out of your mouth. Just look up and let me see my dick in my little girl’s lips.”

I shook my head side to side a little, dragging my tongue across that sensitive place under his tip, and I felt my daddy twitch in my mouth. “Looks like you’re not the only one getting close,” he said with a smile. “Stand up. Let me look at you.”

“Yes, sir,” I said. Slowly, I turned to the left, then the right. I held my hands behind my back and couldn’t help but giggle as he devoured me with his eyes for a few moments. Then, his gaze got very serious and he settled on my tiny sweat shorts.

“Daddy sees that his little sweetheart is feeling really naughty. Is that right?”

I fluttered my eyelashes at him for a second, trying to figure out what he meant, and when my thighs rubbed together, slicked with my pussy juice, I got an idea of what he meant. I nodded. And was I ever! I could hardly keep my fingers from diving inside me. And the thing is, it was even just that he was really hot and right there in front of me holding his cock up. It wasn’t just that I sucked my first dick, nothing like that. I mean, that was all really good, but it was that it all happened with him. With Jake. With the man I trusted most in the world. I felt so safe and so secure. Even with me being...well...virgin Lily, I knew everything would be okay.

And then, when daddy’s fingers slid between my tits, over the soft, gentle bulge of my belly, and he hooked the waist of my shorts and pulled me closer between his legs, I could hardly stand it. His cock was so hard, so big, and I squeezed my thighs together and grabbed him between them.

He let his head fall back against the couch again and I reached down right below the crotch of my shorts where his tip was sandwiched between my legs and trickled my fingertips over him, then gave him a squeeze.

“I’m...” My lip trembled and I trailed off. But the warmth of his swell between my legs was too much. “I’m just a little scared, is all.” I pushed his dickhead back between my thighs so that if I twisted a little, I felt him against my wet spot.

He touched my face, then my belly, but never let go of his hold on my shorts. “That’s okay. We’ll try this first. It won’t feel as good as the real thing, with my big dick inside your tight little pussy, but maybe it’ll get you ready.”

Jake urged me down onto his leg. He slid me along his muscled thigh. Just the grinding, dull ache that swelled inside me when my pussy lips tugged tight underneath my shorts made me take a sharp breath. He slouched further, and let his dick relax against his belly. I took it from there.

“Okay but...I want to do it down here.” I grabbed his hand, bit my lip a little, and pulled him off the couch, then coaxed him to the floor. When he reclined all the way, that big dick thumped against his stomach and I straddled him.

The heat of his tool nestled between my sweet wetness was enough to make me start quivering all over again. I pushed myself along him, gasping at the surging energy that crawled up me and made my nipples prickle stiff in the slightly cool puffs of air coming from the ceiling fan.

“Feel good?” He said with a grin, and cupped my sweetly-sore tits in either hand, flicking my nipples gently with his thumbs. “Just imagine what it’ll be like to have it inside you. Lay down on me and feel how deep it’ll go.”

I did what he said, and his girth went so far up that I almost had a little panic, but then I felt how wet he was.

Through my shorts? How?

Daddy must have noticed how confused I was, because he pushed my hair back behind my ears and pulled me to his lips, swirling his tongue inside my mouth. With one moment of a kiss, he took my breath away, and what felt like a blissed eternity later, I opened my eyes to see his gentle face smiling at me.

“Everything is fine,” he said. “I’ll never let anything hurt you. Okay?”

I nodded. I believed him. Absolutely and completely.

“Just enjoy. Your pussy is so wet that you managed to get your daddy’s dick all slick and you don’t even have your shorts off.” He slid his hands down my back, took a handful of my ass and crushed me against the thickness that ran the whole length of my sex.

“Oh!” I cried out. “It...you’re touching my...”

I couldn’t make myself say it. It just felt so naughty to talk about my clit with him, but that’s what was happening. It was just as stupid as blushing when he told me about listening to my sex noises when I was outside the bathroom.

“Say it,” he said with a low rumble that vibrated his cock against my...clit.

“My...my clit. Daddy, you’re pushing right on my clit and it feels so good.”

“If it feels that good just touching you, how good do you think it’ll be when I shove my big, hard cock straight up inside you? It’s gonna hurt just a little at first, but then you’ll stretch around me, and you’ll be so tight that you feel every single stroke like it’s the first one. I can’t wait to feel my little girl’s cunt wrap around me. I can’t wait to pump her full of...”

“But no,” I said. “You can’t shoot it in me, what if...”

“Shh,” he put his finger to my lips and caressed me again, all the way down my back, with tickling fingertips. “Don’t worry about that. It’s gonna feel so good to have my sticky-hot load fill you up.”

As he spoke, his low, soft voice lubricating my ears and relaxing me, I stopped caring so much. Even if...something happened...then all that would mean is that, well, we were even closer than ever. Right? Almost on cue, once again, Jake seemed to sense that something was bothering me and said exactly what needed to be said.

“Nothing that happens will ever get between us. Okay? You going off to school, anything at all. I’ll always be your daddy. You’ll always be my baby Lily.”

I could have cried it made me so happy to hear those words. Instead I just pushed myself up and down him as hard as I could, sliding my sex against his throbbing cock, and then felt the quivering inside me start up again.

“Daddy,” I moaned, “I’m...I’m coming, I...” my breath escaped from my lungs in a series of quick gasps punctuated by little squeals of pleasure as the muscles past my entrance started to squeeze and release in a gentle rhythm.

“I can feel it,” he said. “Daddy can feel it. I’m imagining what it’ll be like when you come on my dick, with my balls slapping against your stomach. You’re gonna be bent over and I’ll be holding you and pounding away until you start screaming and come so hard you make noises you didn’t even know you could.”

I took another deep breath and held it inside my chest. Something hot, wet, and slick pushed out of me, and I realized that I’d just squirted an orgasm on Jake without even taking my clothes off.

“Oh...oh my God, I’ve never done that before,” I said as I tried to breathe. “One of my friends said something about that but I didn’t believe her.”

He smiled and pushed the hair back out of my face that had fallen in my eyes. For a moment he just stared at me, watching, studying my face. He pushed up on his thick arms and wrapped one around me, holding me as he stood, effortlessly lifting me off the ground.

Before I really grasped what was happening, I felt the familiar softness of the couch underneath me, and Jake yanked my shorts and panties up and off.

“God you smell so good,” he said as he clenched the cloth in his fist and inhaled my scent. He knelt a moment later, pushed my knees apart, and as his tongue slid along one side of me, then the other, I first melted into a puddle on the couch, and then into his mouth. The juice running out of me was so warm that I felt the trickles that he missed with his tongue run down to the fabric underneath me.

“And you taste,” he lifted his face to look at me. “You taste like heaven.”

A second later, his face was back against me. Daddy’s tongue traced a slow, wonderful circle that sent chills all the way down my legs, and made my toes curl. That’s another thing I thought never happened in real life. Add it to the list. As his licking grew faster and more urgent, I felt something else push inside me. First it was just one finger tip, then a second.

I threw my head back just like he’d done, and slid my hips further toward my daddy’s face, lost in a world I never thought I’d experience.

“Do you like it when I go slower or when I go fast?” Jake asked, pulling his face from my clenching sex and breathing a little hard.

“I like...” I paused to think. “I don’t know,” I finally answered honestly. “I just...Ohhh...” interrupting me, another finger slipped inside my aching, pink slit. Daddy started moving his three fingertips in slow circles and set the tip of his tongue to flicking back and forth across my clit. It wasn’t long before I felt the same little squeezes and pulses inside me from before.

“It’s so good,” I said with a gasp. “It feels...oh...oh God!” My moaning turned to a scream when Jake curled his fingertips against the front wall of my pussy. Stroking a place I’d only recently found for myself, a little spot that sent chills all the way up my back, he chuckled softly when I started shaking.

For a few moments, we stayed just like that. His soft, hot breath caressing my nib, his fingers stretching me deliciously around them over and over as he pushed deeper gave me such intense pleasure that I could hardly stand it. I fell into a kind of numb trance with my eyes half open watching the top of his head.

He let out another little laugh when his darting tongue made me grab a handful of the wavy, black hair on the back of his head and then the rumbling of his laugh made it feel even better! I started breathing hard again. Back and forth, I rocked my hips in time with the slick motions of his tongue, and his fingers that were somehow halfway in. The aching stretch between my legs was so thrilling and wonderful that I could hardly believe it.

When Daddy stood up, I grabbed for him to keep him close. “Where are you going?” I said. That was a stupid question.

“Move that beautiful ass lower on the couch. Your daddy is about to give you what you’ve always wanted.”

He ran a hand along my slit and then rubbed his sex-wet fingers around his tip until it glistened. As I watched him, I started to feel afraid again.

“Oh, no, no, it’s too big,” I said. “There’s no way that’ll go inside me, no...Unnnnh...”

My protest was muffled by the exquisite feeling of his bulge painting a slow track from the top of my cleft where he massaged my clit for a second all the way down to my hole. I had ached for him before – a lot – but never quite like this. So close, he was so close to putting it in side me and making my dreams come true, that the yearning inside me almost physically hurt.

“Baby girl,” he said under his breath. “You’re so tight I can barely get between these sweet little lips.”

A half second later, I felt the most raw, wonderful, awful, agonizing and somehow ecstasy-inducing thing I’d ever felt. My daddy’s dickhead pushed first against, and then inside, my vice-grip entrance.

“I’m glad you did that thing with your fingers,” I said with a little laugh that was followed by a moan. “Oh...oh my God it hurts...hurts so...so good!”

It felt like stars exploding between my legs. At first it did hurt, and a lot. A whole lot. But then I opened my eyes and saw Jake’s kind eyes staring back at me and I knew that what he said was true – he’d never hurt me. Everything was fine. The ridge of his head slipped inside me, and suddenly, everything was way more than fine.

With a kind of possessed excitement, I started gently bucking my hips to get more of him inside me, but he held me back.

“Slow,” he said with a smile. “Go slow.”

His pace was mesmerizing. I let my hands fall from his shoulders to the muscles of his stomach where I massaged him softly, relishing the flex-and-relax every time he pushed deeper and pulled back.

With every single inward stroke, I drew another breath, then exhaled with a mixture of relief and need for him to return when he pulled away. A moment later, I cupped myself and played with my clit softly as he worked inside.

“Do you like how that feels?” he asked.

God yes, fuck yes daddy, fuck me harder! Is what I wanted to say. But that wasn’t what Jake’s girl would have said. Instead I bit my lip, looked at him with innocent eyes, and nodded.

He stroked my cheek with the back of a hand, and as he did the warmth in my pussy became a feeling that transcended sexual pleasure. His care, his softness, it was all right here. Jake’s tender heart is what kept him from bending me over and fucking me raw, and I knew why he was doing it this way instead of that way. My daddy couldn’t bear to hurt me.

At least not just then.

“Are you ready for it to hurt a little more?” He grinned as he spoke.

I gave him another innocent-but-yearning look, and a little nod.

Daddy grabbed my hips and drove deep, so deep all at once that I let out a little yelp as his cock slid more than halfway into me. I split my fingers so that two of them were on either side of where he pushed my lips apart and filled me with the most intense, wonderful fire I’d ever felt.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered. “You can fuck your little girl as hard as you want. If it feels good to you, I want you do it. Okay daddy?”

“Are you sure?”

He was asking me permission to wear me out. I just knew it. And holy shit was I ever sure.

“Yes sir,” I whispered. “Yes, daddy.”

In the space of two breaths, he hoisted me off the couch, but somehow kept his cock inside me. He turned me around grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved me face down onto the big, sloppy wet spot that I’d made on the couch. The scent of my own sex juice put a sort of fury into me, and I shoved backwards, screaming as his thickness felt like it was going to split me apart.

And then, I felt it. I felt the heavy warmth of his balls. He was all the way in. My daddy’s dick was all the way inside my little virgin pussy. I could have cried I was so excited. I could have reached back and pushed him away and then hugged him and cried.

He started moving, slowly at first, and immediately any desire I had to have some sort of emotional outburst faded.

“Reach down and tug daddy’s balls, Lily. Get a handful and...yeah, just like that.”

He groaned when I squeezed his sack and massaged his globes against my skin. Daddy grabbed my hips and slowly pushed so deep I felt him all the way in the back of my pussy. Every inch of me was squeezed around him so tight that every single line and curve of his dick was there for me to feel, to experience, to love.

“Yeah, God that feels good. Just like that, keep pulling on me.”

I squeezed harder and he grunted a little. Fingers clasped my hips so hard I felt like I was gonna bruise, and he yanked back on the handful of hair he had, pulling my face out of my pussy juice and letting me take a gasping, ragged breath.

Out and in, out and in, he moved slowly and carefully. Every single inch of him shoved inside, filling me completely. He left and I always wanted him back. I found myself pulling harder on his sack to keep him inside me, but he liked it so much he’d fight a little to get an extra bit of stretch.

“Put your hand against the back of the couch. Daddy’s about to fuck you so hard you’re gonna scream.”

His words were enough to stoke the pleasured fire inside me that already had my pussy squeezing on his dick. But then when he finally pulled back and slammed against me, I knew he was serious.

“F...fuck!” I grunted when he filled me in one hard stroke. “Yes!” My elbow bent with his force, and I grabbed the back of the couch so hard my fingernails almost dug into the suede. “Don’t stop, daddy, don’t stop!”

He pulled back and I felt every single detail on his shaft slide out. “More!” I cried. “Give me more!”


Daddy’s hand smacked my ass hard enough to smart and sting.


“Naughty girl! Using such dirty words!” He laughed and struck me again as he shoved his cock all the way in.


His spanks got a little harder, and after the third one, I felt my nipples harden again as his balls shrunk up against the top of my pussy. He was close. He grabbed my hips tight with both hands. I threw my head back and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Unnh...yes, yes, baby girl, squeeze daddy’s dick with those pussy muscles. Up and down, just like that! You’re gonna make your daddy come inside you if you keep that up. Is that where you want it? Do you want me to come in that tight little pussy or down your throat?”

“Both,” I whimpered.

A hand went underneath and mauled one of my aching tits. He pinched and tugged me hard, and I felt the muscles in his thighs tense up.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Keep squeezing my dick. God that feels so fucking good.”

He pulled his hand away and swatted me again on the ass. The pain immediately turned to a sweet, smoldering burn of pleasure that crept up my back to my scalp.

“Me...me too, daddy,” I said. “Coming...coming...yes!”

“Grit those teeth. Strain against it. You’re not allowed to come until I say so, do you understand?”

“I don’t...I can’t stop it,” I moaned. Just then the squeezing between my legs grew more desperate and I felt myself convulse around his girth.

He pushed forward one last time, somehow deeper than ever before. He filled every possible space within me, so deep that it ached when his dickhead started to twitch.

“Hold...on...not yet, not yet,” he said through clenched teeth.

“I’m trying daddy, I’m trying!” My neck was as tight as my cunt. I strained so hard trying to keep myself from going over the edge that the gentle, milking massage my pussy gave him turned into a hard squeeze.

“Oh Jesus. Oh yes, Lily, feel your daddy’s cum. Feel all this...” he let out a long, almost shuddering hiss. Jake’s balls contracted again, tightened up, and then I felt his first soaking explosion cover my inner walls.

As soon as he let go, I gave up trying. My sex began to grind against him, clench and flutter. Breath caught in my chest, and my whole body tensed up at once. He pulsed again, soaking every inch of me, and then yanked himself out, grabbed my hair, and forced me to my knees.

“Suck me dry,” he groaned.

Two of my fingers went straight inside my grasping cunt. I dragged them along the same spot from before, and daddy’s seed drove against the back of my throat with a third, then a forth, pulse of his climax.

His taste, the warmth of his sticky love drenching my womb, it all was just too much. I flattened my palm against my clit and pushed until I gave way.

“Coming! I’m coming daddy – oh...oh my God – I’m coming!”

Once again he yanked his dick away from me. He shoved me backwards with a fury that somehow got me hotter than I was before, pushed my legs apart and rammed himself straight in, filling me all the way. He shot one last pump inside me, and my whole world went white.

Heat and pleasure radiated out of my core and through every inch of my body. My toes curled, my fingers scratched along daddy’s muscular back. In deep, hungry pulses, my cunt squeezed and released so hard that my asshole began to convulse with the pleasure my daddy put inside me.

“Daddy! Yes!” I screamed. “Daddy...”

Finally, my breath came back to me and I opened my eyes. Jake’s kind, beautiful eyes were searching my face.

For a second we both just breathed, watching each other.

“I hope you’re not done yet,” he said with a grin. “Your daddy is still hard.”

Just like before, Jake somehow pulled me up without leaving my quivering pussy. That time though, he pulled me up on his lap.

“This time though,” he said. “You’re going to do the work.”

Laying back, I felt his dick twitch deep inside me and a gush of his seed, followed by my pussy juice, dripped down and slid along his dick.

“God I love how sloppy you are. I imagined this a lot, but it was never this good.”

His hands went right to my nipples that had just started to soften a little, and he pushed his hips against me, driving his cock deep. “Move these hips,” he said as he grabbed my ass with one hand and forced me to slide forward. “Just...just like that.”

As soon as I started to move the way he wanted me to, daddy’s hands went back to my aching tits. Just like that, we stayed for who knows how long – his big, hard dick inside me, my hips turning, his fingers on my nipples.



Fucking my daddy.

The next time he exploded, I got to watch his face. Jake closed his eyes tight and the cords on his neck all stood out. A second later, my cunt grabbed him again and he emptied his balls inside me, pulsing and filling me.

I collapsed onto his chest, the afterglow from my third climax almost exhausting me into sleep. Daddy tickled my back with gentle touches of his fingertips.

“I will never, ever not be here for you,” he said.

His words touched me just like his body had moments before. It was right then that I realized what I was really, actually afraid of.

“We’re not going to drift apart, are we?” I said. “I mean like...one of those things where we see each other on holidays then exchange a few pleasantries and smile some, then that’s it? I couldn’t handle that. You’ve been everything to me for so long that I just couldn’t bear it.”

“No.” Jake pushed my hair back behind my ear and kissed me gently, sucking my bottom lip inside his mouth. He tangled his fingers in my hair, and tasted himself on my tongue. “I won’t ever let that happen. Unless someday you decide that’s what you want. But even then, I’ll always be here for you when you need someone to talk, someone to...”

His voice trailed off.

I knew what he meant. He knew what he meant. But even with the beauty we’d just shared, with the years of pent-up passion we’d just let explode all over us, he couldn’t say it.

Neither could I.

I kissed him again, first on the lips, then on the side of his neck.

Neither of us could say it, but in that moment, we both knew that there would never be another person – for either of us – more perfect.

The next day, life would go back to normal, I knew. He’d be Jake, and I’d be Lily. My mom would get home a couple days later, and I’d already be away at college.

But neither of us would ever forget what we’d just shared for the rest of our lives.

We’d never forget the day my daddy taught me what love really feels like.

Bonus Excerpts

I Want You Inside Me, Daddy – By Riley Rourke

Innocent, virginal college student Aly has a big problem. A really big problem.

She can’t stop thinking about her step-daddy Paul. Ever since he married her mom, she can’t get his brawny good looks and firm-but-gentle personality out of her mind. First, it was silly crush. These days though? It’s gotten so bad that every time she takes a shower, she just can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have him, to be with him.

Aly always wanted to prove how much she loved Paul and how much she appreciated the sacrifices he made. But she never quite knew how until she finds herself home for the weekend, caught in the middle of a “private moment” on the couch. Suddenly, it becomes very clear that she wasn’t the only one with forbidden desires.

This sizzling erotic tale features incredibly rough virgin defloration, masturbation, multiple orgasms, a half-decade of pent-up sexual tension being released, a deep internal finish, and scenes so dripping wet with desire that you’re sure to leave satisfied. Intended only for mature, adult readers who are comfortable with taboo topics.


I opened my eyes to see Paul’s smile and somehow it made me relax a little. “You can,” he said. “Just relax, like before, okay?”

“No,” I said softly. “I don’t want it easy. I want you to make me hurt. I want you to take me and fuck me so hard I scream.”

He quirked an eyebrow.

“I’m serious,” I said, smiling. “Every time I finger myself thinking about you, I-” I clamped my mouth shut. I hadn’t admitted that before!

“You’re not the only one. When I jerk myself off I always think of you. Of those beautiful eyes, your perfect lips, I...you’re sure?”

I nodded.

The next instant, he rocked his weight forward, and pushed me backwards. The big, thick, Persian rug on the floor cushioned me, though Paul lowered me slowly to the floor. His face, hovering inches over mine, was my whole world. “Is there anything else you want, little Aly? Anything at all?”

“I want you inside me daddy, and I want you all the way. I want to feel your balls slap against my ass and I want to feel your cock so deep in me that it feels like you’re going to split me open, I – Ah!” Interrupted with a shove, I screamed out as Paul wrestled his tip inside my cunthole.

“I won’t hurt you, much,” he said. “Is that what you want? Is that what you want you dirty girl? Huh?”

He pushed again. I felt the ridge around his tip push inside me. My virginal pussy was so tight and inexperienced that every line of his cock pushed against me. I closed my eyes and squeezed him with the muscles between my legs to make it even tighter.

“God it’s good,” he said. “Relax that pretty face. Stop tensing up.”

I tried to do what he told me to do, but it was so exciting, so wonderful, and there was so much heat creeping up my belly and prickling my tits that when his chest hair brushed my nipples, I felt a surge of pleasure and just needed him deeper. I wrapped my ankles around his waist and tried to pull him, but he was too strong for me.

“I’m in charge,” he said. “You’re the little girl. You don’t know what’s good for you. Understand? Trust your daddy.”

Hold Me Down and Spank Me, Daddy – By Riley Rourke

Home from college for the weekend, innocent little Lisey wakes up with a start from a naughty fantasy about her step-dad, Jacob. It’s nothing, she tells herself, just another day-dream about the hottest man she’s ever known. That’s all it is, all it will ever be.

She taunted him for years, wearing shorts and t-shirts so small that no man would ever let his daughter leave the house with, but Jacob never even acknowledged what she did.

He’s the perfect man. Sensitive, strong, muscular...but Lisey knows he’ll never be hers.

When he sits down beside her and pats her knee, Lisey looks down and sees a bulge in daddy’s jeans. Maybe...just maybe, she thinks, she’s not the only one with a naughty fantasy!

This sizzling erotic short story features years of pent-up lust, rough handling, spanking, discipline, and a man taking care of his daughter the way only a daddy can!


Daddy’s smile told me everything I needed to know.

“We’ll go slow...if that’s what you want.” His eyes twinkled as he tangled his fingers in my hair. “Or...” he trailed off and gave me a warm, slow kiss. He ran his lips from my earlobe to my mouth, sucking all the way. When he got to my lips, he nibbled gently.

I took a deep breath, gasping in pleasure at the way he made me feel. “I want – I want whatever makes you feel good. I’ve dreamed about this for...” I looked down, mortified that I’d just given something away.

“Everything is okay baby girl,” daddy said, lifting my chin and meeting my gaze. “There’s no reason to feel bad. The only people here right now are you and me and, you know that anything you need or want is okay with me. I’d never try to make you feel bad.”

I gulped down the lump that rose in my throat, and nodded. “It just feels...”

Daddy shook his head insistently and slid his hand from where it had retreated to on my knee back under the bottom of my shorts. “It doesn’t matter what anybody else would say. Do you understand? We’re the only people who matter. How we feel is all that matters.”

I felt tears welling up in the corners of my eyes but I’d never been happier. I’m not the sort to weep at the drop of a hat but there I was, and there he was, making me feel like everything was okay. As long as I was with him, as long as he was taking care of me, honestly, I thought the same thing.

Trembling, I put my hand on the side of his face and leaned my head back on the couch as the finger under my shorts slid dangerously close to the wet heat between my legs, but then he pulled it away.

“You’re sure this is what you want?” He asked again. “I want to be sure you don’t feel like I’m trying to get you to do anything.”

I smiled, but bit my lip, chewing a little. He had no idea. But then again how could he?

“No daddy,” I finally said. “I’ve wanted this – wanted you – for as long as I can remember. Is it okay with you?”

To answer me, he brushed a fingertip ever so gently along the side of my already-aching pussy.

“Lay back that pretty little head, sweet girl. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

Daddy’s Load In My Pussy – By Riley Rourke

When she’s awake, Andi, an eighteen year-old Freshman at college, watches her roommate’s boyfriend take his girlfriend in all sorts of ways. She can’t help it – she’s too shy to get a man for herself, but watching is the naughtiest and thrilling thing she can think of. Well, except for one thing...

When she sleeps, she dreams of the man she’s been in love with for as long as she can remember. The man she taunted mercilessly, and who she’s been saving herself for all this time just won’t leave her fantasies alone...her daddy, Mike.

One weekend, when step-dad Mike asks Andi to stay over, she’s going to finally get to see what it’s like to have her fantasies come true.

Warning: this 7500 word erotic short story features taboo themes, domination, masturbation, voyeurism and a big, strong daddy who takes care of his little girl the way only a father can.



My eyes shot open in the near pitch black of the room. I couldn’t talk. Something was clamped over my mouth.

“Quiet! You’ll wake your friend! You were screaming, Andi. Screaming my name and...oh my God you’re so wet. You got your daddy’s sheets all soaked.”

I looked around. This has to be a dream. I’m still dreaming, still dreaming. Close your eyes, Andi.

“If I take my hand off your mouth, do you promise not to scream?”

I couldn’t see very much but it was my daddy’s voice I heard. I nodded.

Slowly, testing to make sure he could trust me, Mike pulled his hand away from my mouth. My little cunt stopped pulsing, and I realized that I’d just had an orgasm in front of him. I expected a huge rush of embarrassment, but instead I was just really excited.

“You were...you were really carrying on.” He laughed his easy laugh. “You were saying...er...well, you were saying my name and I was just going to wake you up, but I have to admit that...” He was acting flustered, but I could tell there was more to this.

He trailed off. I decided to just go with it.

“Did you watch me because it turned you on?”

I caught him off guard, because he chuckled. Mike always chuckled when he’s embarrassed about something. “I...er...yeah, I suppose.”

“Does it turn you on when your little girl fingers herself?” I couldn’t believe the things coming out of my mouth. It was insane. But at the same time, he had just been watching me masturbate. It wasn’t like I was the only one who had feelings like this, no matter how wrong they were supposed to be. “Do you want...to...Oh daddy,” I gasped as I rubbed the front of his jeans. “You’re so big and hard. And, your pants are undone. You weren’t...”

My beautiful dad was jerking off over me. He was standing there, listening to me come and he was jacking off.

Just the thought was so hot I could barely contain myself. His hot, smooth cock shaft almost burned my hand he was so warm.

“Were you pulling on this big dick? Listening to your baby girl come?”

“Andi, I...I don’t...think this is such a good idea.” The devilish grin on his face told me he was just saying things and didn’t mean them.

“I’m not the only one who wants this, am I, daddy?” I pouted. My eyes had adjusted to the dark enough to see decently. When I gave him my little princess pout, a grin crawled across his face.

“Bite your lip,” he whispered. “Act embarrassed. You should be ashamed of what you did, getting your daddy’s fancy sheets all wet. You’ve been so naughty. What should your daddy do to teach you a lesson?”

My Sweetly Sleeping Sister – By Riley Rourke

Mark’s girlfriend just can’t give him everything he needs.

One night after she leaves, he hears his step-sister Addy moaning his name from downstairs and decides to see if she’s been holding on to the same long-buried fantasy that he’s been nursing for years.

He finds sweet, virgin Addy asleep, but when he gets close, she reaches for him, calls out to him, and like any good big brother, he isn’t going to say no to his baby sister.

This sizzling erotic short story features a taboo sleep sex fantasy, a horny little virgin, years of pent-up lust, and a sex-soaking cream pie finish.


“I just love fucking you,” he groaned. “I don’t need to come. Having that pussy slide up and down me, feeling you shake, that’s all I need.”

His words were really, really, really, getting me hot. The whole thing was just nuts – I’d never done anything like this before. Never once in my life, but if he walked in that door right now...I looked over at the door of my bedroom...I’d let him do whatever the hell he wanted with me. No questions. More than anything, I wanted my big, strong brother Mark to take what I’d never given to anyone.

The squeaking slowed, then stopped, and I heard feet hit the floor above me.

She must be worn out. But he never did...I bet my brother’s still ready to go, ready to stuff that big thing in...me.

“Are you sure?” It was Clarissa again. She sounded out of breath. “Can I suck that big dick and swallow the load you won’t pump inside me?”

Mark chuckled. “It’s okay. Really. It takes me a while. I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t worry about it. As soon as you’re gone, I’m gonna lay here and think about you. I’m gonna squeeze it and tug on it until...well. I’ll let you leave with that thought in mind so maybe you come back tomorrow.”

I’d suck your dick too, Mark. I’d let you fuck me. I’d let you take my little virgin cunt and ring me out. I’d...let you do anything you wanted. Anything, anywhere.

I blushed, deeply, at my own naughty fantasy. No way was any of that going to happen. No matter how I might objectify him, Mark’s a really nice guy. He’d never step across that line. Even though we grew up together – he’s only a year older than me – he’d never tried to make any moves or do anything like that with me before. And it’s not like I’m some kind of slug, so it isn’t that. Thinking about it, I’d caught him looking at me a few times, the ways guys do, but no, he’d never go any farther than that.

No matter how bad you want him to, huh, Lisey?

A second later, I heard his door close and I sunk my fingers inside my sloppy-wet pussy. It only took a few seconds, which is way less than it normally does, for me to grind out a quick-breathing little orgasm. The smell of my sex hovered gently in the air. As I closed my eyes, and started to dream, I hoped maybe she’d change her mind and go back to fuck my brother more.

That way, I thought, maybe I’d dream of him...

Jake’s step-daughter has taunted him mercilessly for years. Shirts that barely fit, shorts that showed off her body, she tried everything to get his attention, but Jake never gave in.

His primal desires...his dangerous urges, were always pushed back out of his mind. That is, until Stephanie is home from college and Jake realizes he’s not the only one with such animalistic, naughty needs.

Warning: This 7500 word sizzling erotic tale features a very rough taboo fantasy. All characters depicted are 18 years or older and not directly related.


Her hand turned around and opened, her fingers falling along my length. “I don’t know, daddy, you’re too big. There’s no way it’s gonna fit.”

I put my hand over her mouth. “Quiet,” I said. “I’m going to go slow. So, so slow. You know your daddy would never hurt you, right?”

She nodded and made a little sound beneath my hand. I smiled. By then I was lost. There was nothing I could do to stop myself. My primal, animal urges were just too much, too strong. My little Stephanie was helpless under my strength, and the way she was looking up at me, I knew she loved it as much as I did.

“Good,” I whispered. “But first you have to convince me that all those things you said were true. You have to convince your daddy how badly you want his cock. Feel how big it is?” I sucked her ear, then kissed my little girl’s neck. I did it again, harder that time, and slid my hand further down, cupping her sex and letting the tip of one finger slide between her lips. “Won’t that feel good in your little pussy? How bad do you want daddy’s dick inside you?”

She mumbled something too quietly to hear. I pushed her chin up and made her look at me. “Speak where daddy can hear you. How much do you want me, baby girl?”

“Worse than anything,” she mumbled, looking down, but not at the floor.

She squeezed the sides of my dick and ran her hand down all the way to my tip. Even through my jeans, I could feel the heat of her hand against me. I wanted to throw her on the floor, shove it in her mouth and fuck her throat, but...slowly. I knew I needed to go slowly. I’d never do anything to hurt my sweet little girl.

Daddy Publically Pops My Cherry – By Riley Rourke

One morning, when eighteen-year old virgin Ana wakes up to see her step-daddy Peter outside, shirtless, chopping at a tree, she starts to feel something naughty, something she’s never felt before – a sweet, tingly feeling between her legs. But she knows her daddy would never, ever do anything like that...no matter how bad she wants it.

But, when they take a bus trip to the hardware store, she learns that she’s not the only one who has been having dirty thoughts. Daddy whispers in her ear and before she knows it, she’s on his lap, doing something she never thought she’d do!

Warning: This 5900 word erotic story features taboo themes and an intense public sex fantasy.


“You look just like your mother when you sleep. So sweet and gentle and soft.” His dark blue eyes caught mine. As I watched his face, daddy opened his legs a little more and grabbed my wrist, urging my hand along his erection. “Feel that? You gave it to me. You think I didn’t notice those tits under your shirt?” He smiled and slid his hand between my legs, mirroring where mine was on him.

The burning between my thighs reached the boiling point.

“I can’t control myself, baby girl,” he said in an urgent whisper. “I saw you differently this morning. For so long, you’ve just been little Ana, my innocent daughter. But now, you’re a woman.”

The way the last word rolled off his tongue thrilled me. My nipples perked up, brushing against the inside of my bra and sending a chill down my spine.

“Daddy, I...”

“You’re so much like her,” he said and then kissed my cheek.

“Daddy, what if someone...er...sees?” I blushed deeply as I spoke.

His cock – I giggled nervously – pulsed under his jeans and he moved my hand to his fly.

“What if they do? What’s so strange about someone sitting on someone else’s lap?” His grin was disarming, a little devilish. He urged my hand to his zipper. “Pull me out. Grab my cock, sweetie.”

His hand moved closer to me, and he pushed my thighs apart just enough to run his fingertips up and down my pussy.

“Oh,” I moaned softly, cheeks turning red. “Daddy, that...”

“Feels good? You’re already wet, little girl. How long have you been thinking about this? As long as I have?”

“Since I saw you...oh that feels...I’ve never...”

“Were you watching me outside, you naughty thing? Imagining your daddy?”

I bit my lip softly and nodded.

Bred in Daddy’s Handcuffs – by my friend, Nicole Snow!

Bred in Daddy’s Handcuffs by Nicole Snow

Eighteen year old Rachel has done it again. She's gotten fired from her summer job, and her hardass step-father won't be pleased.

Daddy knows his little brat is heading down a bad road. One day, after he takes her on a police patrol ride along, Rachel sees a side of Daddy that makes her burn for more than just his handsomeness in uniform.

She hatches the perfect plan to make him explode at her naughty behavior. But Rachel doesn't realize that once Daddy's handcuffs come out, all bets are off.

In his primal anger, he won't stop until he's handcuffed his virgin daughter and filled her with his seed, giving her a gift that will to change her bad side forever...

Warning: This story features taboo breeding sex, rough spanking, Daddy-daughter love, and explicit language.

Word count: 9,500+ words.


"Daddy...what are you doing?" I whispered, scared and excited all at once.

"What I should've done a long time ago, right after you started acting up. Don't move a damned muscle, little girl. You've done me wrong for the last time, and I'm going to punish you."

Cold steel buckled around my wrists. I moved my hands apart, feeling them come to a dead stop on the short metal chain.

He held my bound hands up above my head as his free hand moved to my jeans. Fortunately, I hadn't buckled my belt tight enough to hurt as he ripped my pants down.

Muscles deep inside me immediately clenched as I felt his fingers winding up my panties. I whistled with surprise as he reached between my legs and touched the sopping wet spot.

"Oh. Oh, Rachel. This is bad. You're a nasty little girl. I've noticed the way you look at me, but I had no idea. This...God!" His voice sounded hoarse, overcome with an emotion so powerful it was like waiting for a lit fuse to reach its dynamite.

Is it anger or lust? Oh, Daddy, what are you going to do to me? I'm in over my head.

I shook lightly in his hands, far past any regrets. His hand rested on my bare ass, gingerly feeling the right cheek before moving to the left.

"I'm sorry, Rachel. I have to do this. Your mother always told me I was too soft. I guess she was right, but not anymore..."

His hand moved away and I raised my neck, wondering what had happened. A split second later, the hardest slap I'd ever felt landed on my ass.

I screamed, more from surprise than genuine pain. From there, he launched into a fury, bouncing my little ass on his calloused palm again and again, giving me no reprieve until I choked with breathless shock.

Daddy, Daddy! Yes!" My lips clamped shut as the fire on my buttocks eased.

He'd stopped, roughly ten smacks in. The hand he still had on my wrists tightened, as if he were coldly contemplating what I'd just let slip out.

Oh, great. I've ruined it! He can't possibly feel the same way about me...can he?

Haltingly, he reached around, slowly rotating me to face him. A new fire rippled in his dark pupils, hotter than before.

I understood right away. Deep down inside, I knew what it was, even though I'd never been close enough to a man to see it firsthand.

These were the flames of need, not anger, the heat a man has that drives him to do everything to a woman.

Terrible things. Delightful things. Dangerous, primal, and decadent things.