TABOO TALES(erotica)

Can a father turn his daughter into the perfect fucktoy?

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“Suck it, baby… suck daddy’s great big cock!”

Jake tossed his head back, grunting loudly as cum erupted from the end of his dick.

“Shit!” He cursed as he gazed down at his computer-cum was everywhere. On the monitor, a porn actress, her dark hair in pigtails-even though she appeared to be at least thirty-was on her knees in front of a grey-haired man, who was busily thrusting his cock deep into her mouth while he urged her to suck harder.

Sighing, Jake turned off his computer and stood, using tissues to mop up the mess he’d made.

Wadding them, he tossed the tissues in the trashcan before heading to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Really, he thought, who hires these actresses? This one had obviously left her teen years more than a decade ago, with a hard look about her that was neither youthful nor appealing. Still, the fantasy was hot and it got him off big-time.

He soaped his body up, saving his cock for last. Once, a couple of years ago, he’d come across a porn clip that had a girl in it that looked very much like his own daughter with pale skin, pink cheeks, wavy blonde hair that fell below her shoulders and sky-blue eyes. The best had been her small, perfect tits and perfectly smooth pussy. Jesus, he’d come to that clip hundreds of times before accidentally deleting it during a hard-drive reformat; he’d never found it again although he’d searched online for months.

He wondered what his daughter, Emily, would say if she knew dear old dad sometimes liked to imagine himself laying on top of her while pounding her tender pussy with jackhammer thrusts until they both came in ecstatic joy.

Probably that he was a pervert, right before she called Child Protective Services.

He soaped his cock, hardening slightly as his hand moved on his shaft, thoughts of his daughter still in his head. Shit, he really was a pervert, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the sensations.

“Yeah, baby, just like that… stroke Daddy’s cock the way he likes,” speaking softly, imagining his daughter’s hand on him.

Emily was the love of his life and had been from the day she’d come into this world. He’d never had any sexual interest in her when she was younger but lately, since she’d turned eighteen and his wife had left him, leaving just him and Emily alone in the house, things had changed-at least for him.

She was a beautiful girl, with perky breasts, tipped with pretty pink nipples and a bald pussy-something he’d learned when he’d accidentally walked into her room without knocking and found her changing clothes. She’d screamed at him to get out but it was too late, the image of her naked body was seared into his memory and had served as masturbatory fodder for the past five months-like now.

His hand moved faster on his cock, thrusting into his soapy fist, imagining it was his daughter’s tight sheath he was fucking.

“Jesus, baby… that feels good,” hips jerking hard.

Home from classes, Emily opened the back door and tossed her backpack on the kitchen counter.

“Dad, I’m home!” she called out, but when there was no answer, she grabbed a soft drink from the fridge, drinking it down quickly. Tossing the empty can in the recycling bin, she picked up her backpack and headed upstairs to her room, figuring her dad was out running errands. Once in her bedroom, she stripped off her clothes and headed to the bathroom to shower only to remember she’d used the last of the shower gel yesterday. Rolling her eyes, she slipped into her robe and hurried down to Daddy’s bedroom, planning to steal the bottle from his own bathroom. As she entered his bedroom, she noticed his bathroom door was slightly ajar but it wasn’t until she was practically at the threshold that she heard the shower running, indicating he was home. Backing up to leave, she was brought to a dead stop as she heard him speak.

“Yeah baby, fuck daddy’s cock… he needs your pussy so badly.”

Although the words were softly spoken, Emily could hear them as clearly as though she was standing in the bathroom with him. Who was Daddy having sex with? And why was he referring to himself as Daddy to whomever this… this… sugar baby was? She was surprised how angry she felt to think of some other girl calling her father “Daddy.” There was only one person allowed to call him Daddy and that was her! Sneaking closer, she stood quietly by the door, trying to figure out who was with her father.

“God yes… you feel so good on Daddy’s dick… take it, Emily… take it all!” Jake’s hand slammed against his body as he jacked himself, getting closer to cumming. His body tensed as he felt the familiar tingle in his balls.

Emily’s eyes went big as she heard him speak. Was Daddy imagining he was fucking her? No, that couldn’t be true… there had to be another girl in there, one with the same name as herself.

Peeking into the bathroom, she found her father totally alone in the glass-encased shower, whipping his hand up and down his cock… his huge cock.

“Jesus! I’m cumming, baby… cumming deep in your little pussy!” His hips jerked as he came hard, squirting his seed in long ropy strands that landed on the tiled wall. Shuddering, weak-kneed, he propped his hand against the wall to hold himself up. “Fuck, that was good!”

Emily quickly backed up, returning to her bedroom. Once there, she closed the door, sitting on the edge of her bed, completely shocked by what she’d seen and heard. Her dad fantasized about fucking her?

She’d never seen a guy cum before and was surprised by how erotic it had been to watch it shooting from the tip of her daddy’s cock. Without even thinking, her finger wormed inside her robe and down between her thighs, finding her clit. She began to rub as she lay back on the bed, her feet hanging over the side, thighs parted. One hand rose to knead her breast, pinching her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, imagining it was Daddy who did that with his mouth and teeth. She was so wet… so excited, rubbing frantically between her legs as she closed her eyes, remembering what she’d seen. Her daddy’s cock was so big… so long… so thick… and the way he’d stroked it as he called out her name-he’d actually cum thinking of her!

Her fingers rubbed faster, hips grinding on the bed, cheeks pink with color.

“Fuck me, daddy! Please fuck me!” As she said the words, she pumped her finger into her sodden hole, imagining it was her daddy’s cock that slammed deep and hard inside-only it wasn’t. Her finger couldn’t compare to her daddy’s big dick.

“Omigod!” she whined, feeling a rush of pleasure flood her body. “I’m cumming, daddy!” squealing softly as she plunged her finger as deep as it would go, thighs clamped tightly shut, body tense and arched as her pussy convulsed with hard, sharp contractions. When finished cumming, she slumped back onto the bed, legs spread lewdly wide, a sheen of girly juices on her pink, silky folds.

Outside his daughter’s bedroom door, Jake removed his eye from the keyhole he’d been peeking through and slowly straightened. Shit! Did he just see what he thought he had? Hell yes, he had! If he hadn’t cum twice already, he’d be in her room and in her little pussy right now. He made his way back to his bedroom, deep in thought.

He loved his daughter, the way a father should-but something in his feelings had shifted once he’d divorced Emily’s mother, because he’d discovered she’d been cheating on him. At first, he hadn’t dated because he had Emily’s feelings to consider-it was hard enough knowing her mom had been slutting around town with a number of men without him bringing women home. Besides, his work kept him busy which didn’t leave a lot a time to meet women, except for an occasional hook-up, so watching internet porn and using his hand had to do for now.

Only he wanted more than porn and his hand so, slowly over time, he’d started to fantasize about Emily, imagine him fucking her the way a woman should be fucked and best of all, imagining her absolutely loving it.

He was grateful she’d chosen him over her mother, but then she’d always been a daddy’s girl… his precious little princess… and that would never change, regardless of what might between them in the future.

In his bedroom, he tried to decide what to do next. Was he actually considering making his daughter a sexual partner? In his mind, she was perfection: perfect body, perfect face, perfect breasts, perfect ass. He’d be willing to bet she had the perfect pussy too-tight and gripping. But did he really want to find out? Fantasy was one thing-reality, another.

Hell yes, he wanted to find out! Even now, his cock was coming to life again at just the thought of drilling deep inside his daughter’s pussy.

He didn’t want to force her into anything-that wasn’t his style; besides, he loved Emily-but what if he could get her to voluntarily fuck him? While force wasn’t his thing, persuasion was more than permissible and he was a good salesman. Hell, that was his job. His cock gave a slight jerk, as though nodding its head ‘yes’ to his plan.

He grinned. Okay, persuasion, it was-now to come up with a plan.

The next day found Jake making his rounds to various clients. He was a sales consultant to several large companies in town-which meant he worked out of his home office a great deal of the time-but not today. His schedule was booked throughout the day so he’d told Emily at breakfast they’d go out to dinner when he returned home.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

After she’d left for classes, he’d pulled up one of his favorite daddy/daughter porn movies, leaving it running on his computer before he left the house… carefully looped… so, hopefully, she’d find it when she came home. That was the first step of his plan-letting her know he had an interest in that sort of sexual fantasy-and might be willing to turn fantasy into reality.

She obviously had similar fantasies, judging from what he’d seen through the keyhole of her bedroom door yesterday, when she called out his name as she came. He was curious about what had put that fantasy into her head-hopefully, he’d find out soon… preferably when he was on top of her, fucking the shit out of her tight little sheath.

With that optimistic thought in mind, he headed out the door.