Taken by Daddy MEGA BUNDLE: 10 Taboo Stories Read online

  Contents

  Daddy, Please Pull Out 1: The Bad Girl

  Daddy, Please Pull Out 2: The Shy Girl

  Daddy, Please Pull Out 3: The Replacement Wife

  Daddy, Please Pull Out 4: The Slut

  Daddy, Please Pull Out! 5: The Virgin

  Daddy, Please Pull Out 6: The Asian Brat

  Daddy, Please Pull Out 7: The Fat Girl

  Daddy, Please Pull Out 8: The Bitch

  Santa, Please Pull Out!

  BONUS STORY: My Friend's Big Dad

  The Bad Girl (Daddy, Please Pull Out 1)

  With a groan, I emptied my balls onto the intern’s face.

  When I cum, I cum like a racehorse, so her pretty nineteen-year-old features were coated in my baby batter. It was up her nose, over her closed eyes, in her hair…

  “Clean the tip,” I told her.

  Her eyes closed tight, she opened her tiny mouth and stuck out her tongue. I rubbed the head of my cock on it, wiping off the last globules of semen.

  “Now go and clean yourself up,” I told her. She waddled off, feeling her way to my office’s private bathroom.

  I zipped up my pants and leaned back in my executive chair, swiveling round to look through the window at the city below.

  To a casual observer it would probably seem like I had the perfect life. I was the owner of a multi-million-dollar company, I had at least four female members of staff who were more than willing to fulfill my every sexual need, and I was tall, good-looking and well hung.

  Plus I had a beautiful wife at home who loved me.

  But that was where the problems lay.

  I love my wife dearly. Yes I cheat on her, but she's the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. I’d like to stay faithful, but I've got a weakness for little sluts—and they've got a weakness for millionaires with massive dicks.

  My wife and I have intelligent conversations, enjoy the arts and have a great sex life. But there’s a catch: she has a teenage daughter. An eighteen-year-old brat who makes my life hell.

  Anna, my wife, got married young to some idiot from her home town. The idiot left her after a year, leaving her to raise their daughter Pippa alone. Without a male role model, Pippa had grown into a mouthy brat with no discipline.

  I'd been married to Anna for four years now, and Pippa had been a nightmare stepdaughter from the start. She’d come home at all hours, borrow my car without asking and steal money from Anna and my wallets. When Anna and I went on weekends away, Pippa would have parties and trash the house.

  I'd never seen Pippa as much more than an annoyance—a drain on my wallet and my relationship with Anna—but recently she’d caught my eye in another way. Pippa must have been a late developer, as only recently, at the age of eighteen, had she finally started to grow a woman’s body. And what a body!

  Her flat pancake tits had transformed into big, full breasts, which strained against the little crop tops she wore, making my cock stir in my pants whenever I saw them. Her ass had grown too, into a firm, fat peach that stuck out behind her and wiggled as she walked. Pippa had always been a pretty girl, but now she was sexy. Sexy as fuck. And she knew it.

  “Do I look nice today, Bob?” she asked me one morning at breakfast, her cleavage almost falling out of her nightdress. She was such a fucking tease.

  “Just eat your cereal or you'll be late for college,” I told her. But what I really wanted to do was lift up that nightdress and fuck her from behind over the kitchen table.

  I bet she's never had a cock like mine, I thought, imagining the devastation I could inflict on her eighteen-year-old pussy.

  Now she was hot, Pippa’s behavior became even worse, if that was possible.

  She sometimes wouldn't come home for days, and when she did it would be with this scrawny guy who looked like a drug dealer, who she claimed was her boyfriend. They'd spend all day fucking in her room or smoking pot. I wanted to beat the shit out of him and kick him out on the street, but Anna wouldn't let me.

  I'd like say I was just being an overprotective step-dad, but really it was because I was jealous. Jealous that he got to fuck the little slut and I didn't.

  After Anna had gone to sleep I'd sometimes go down the hall and listen to Pippa and her boyfriend fuck through the door to her bedroom, stroking my big cock through my boxers as I imagined it was me making Pippa moan, not that scrawny loser.

  I’d make her moan a lot more than that, I thought, as I listened to her gasps through the door. I’d make her fucking scream my name.

  One day I was driving home from work, my balls nice and drained from screwing the wife of one of our suppliers, and I got a call from Anna, who was in hysterics. Pippa had taken her car without asking and had crashed it into a bus stop. It was a miracle, Anna said, that no-one had been killed.

  “This is your last chance,” Anna told Pippa as I drove them home from the Police Station. “One more incident of bad behavior and you are out of our house!”

  Pippa rolled her eyes.

  “I mean it!” Anna yelled. “I mean it this time—this is your last chance! If you want to ruin your life, you go ahead—but I won't have you ruining mine any longer!”

  Anna was in tears the whole night.

  “I do mean it,” she told me, as she jacked me off while we watched the news in bed. “This is her final chance. If she does one more thing—if she steals any more money, or takes a car, or does something stupid like get pregnant, I'll kick her out!”

  And that was my eureka moment. I didn't get to the top of the business world without being able to spot an opportunity: and a big one had just fallen into my lap.

  I wanted Pippa out of the house, but I also wanted to fuck her. What if I could kill two birds with one stone?

  The next morning Anna left early for work as usual. I told her I was leaving a bit later, as I had to drive up and visit a supplier, so she kissed me goodbye and left.

  I waited half an hour, to make sure she wasn't coming back for a forgotten folder or a left-behind laptop cable, then I went down to my study and opened my combination safe.

  Inside was a bag of white powder—cocaine. If the guy who sold it to me was telling the truth, that was enough to be considered a “dealer” account, and would lead to a big ol’ jail sentence. It hadn’t been cheap, but if my plan worked it would all be worth it.

  I went back upstairs. Through Pippa’s door I could hear slurping sounds and the sound of a man moaning.

  I opened the door.

  “Bob, what the fuck!”

  Pippa pulled her mouth off her boyfriend’s cock. I was pleased to see he was smaller than me.

  “Don't you knock, dude?” he asked.

  I’m gonna enjoy this, I thought. I pulled out the bag of cocaine.

  “Care to tell me what this is?” I asked him, chucking him the bag.

  “What? This isn't mine!”

  “I found it in your jacket pocket,” I lied. “You're bringing coke into my house! My house!”

  “Steve, you never told me you were dealing coke now!” Pippa said.

  “I'm not! This is bullshit!”

  I walked closer.

  “I want you out of this house,” I told him, “and I never want you to come back.”

  “Dude, please…”

  “Out!” I roared. Steve looked like he might protest, but even his drug-addled brain could see I was taller than him, bigger than him and could beat the living crap out of him if I wanted to.

  He scampered about, picking up his clothes, then dashed naked out of Pippa’s bedroom without a word. I followed him downstairs, to make sure he left the house without stealing any of my stuff.

>   I went back up the stairs. Pippa had the covers over her, and was looking at me in fear.

  “And what do you have to say for yourself?” I asked her, holding up the bag of coke.

  “I didn't know,” she whimpered. “Please don't tell Mom.”

  “Oh, I'm going to tell your mother,” I told her, sitting down on the bed and putting the cocaine bag to one side. “What kind of husband would I be if I didn't tell her that her daughter is a coke head?”

  “I'm not a coke head!” she said, he eyes tearing up. “I didn't even know Steve had that stuff. Please, Bob, Mom will kick me out!”

  “You should have thought of that, before you started seeing a druggie.”

  I got up and walked towards the door.

  “Wait!”

  I stopped and turned around.

  “What is it?”

  Pippa pushed back the covers. All she was wearing, I was pleased to see, was a little pair of shorts and a bra. My cock stirred in my pants at the sight of her big, full breasts pushing against the material.

  She sat on the edge of the bed, squeezing her arms together to push her massive boobs out even more.

  “What if I was to do something nice for you?” she asked. “Would you still tell Mom then?”

  “Like what?”

  She smiled, then crawled over to me across the room on her knees.

  “Like sucking your cock?”

  She noticed my bulge and smiled.

  “Your big cock. Mom told me one night when she was drunk. She told me how big you are.”

  Pippa ran her hand over the lump in my pants.

  “Damn, Mom wasn't lying.”

  “Pippa, you're my wife’s daughter,” I told her. “This isn't right.”

  I didn't want to be too obvious and give the game away. If all went well, I'd get to both fuck Pippa and kick her out of the house for good, but my experience in business had taught me that even when everything seems to be going well, you still have to manage the risks.

  Pippa, undeterred by my protests, began to unbuckle my belt.

  “Pippa…”

  “Relax, Daddy, Mom never has to know.”

  Daddy. Pippa had never called me that before, in all the four years I'd been her stepfather. She’d called me Bob and Asshole, but never Daddy.

  I kinda liked it.

  Pippa reached into my boxers.

  “Holy shit, it feels like a fucking python!”

  “Pippa, language.”

  “Sorry, Daddy.”

  Christ. I was so turned on I could have blown my load right there, before she’d even got my cock out of my pants.

  But I had to hold on. I couldn't bust a nut in my pants or in Pippa’s mouth or all over her face. No, for the plan to work it had to be in her pussy.

  Pippa pulled out my dick. I was fully hard now and she was staring at it in open-mouthed wonder.

  “Daddy, you're huge,” she gasped, both hands on my length.

  “I know,” I told her.

  She looked up at me with her big blue eyes, her boobs squeezed together, desperate to break free from her bra.

  “Daddy, if I suck it do you promise not to tell Mom about Steve and the drugs?”

  “I dunno,” I said, “I really should tell her.”

  “Please, Daddy,” said Pippa, positioning the head of my dick so it was almost touching her mouth. I could feel her hot breath on my glans. “I promise I'll make you feel really good.”

  “Ok then,” I said, sighing as if I was making some big sacrifice. “I promise.”

  Pippa smiled. She stuck out her a tongue and licked a drop of precum from the tip of my dick.

  “It tastes good, Daddy.”

  She was really laying it on thick with this “Daddy” bullshit, but I didn't care. She thought she was playing me—saying what I wanted to hear so I wouldn't tell her mom about the drugs—but really I was playing her. She was a fly caught in my web. She just didn't know it yet.

  Pippa licked down my shaft, leaving a trail of saliva as she went from the glans to the balls. She really knew how to lick a cock, this slut did. She moved back up and rubbed the tip of her tongue on my cum hole.

  “Take it in your mouth,” I told her.

  Opening her jaw wide, Pippa took the head of my cock in her mouth. Already she was struggling, but then she moved further down, an inch of my shaft disappearing between her lips. There was a lot more dick to go, and I was determined to make the little brat deepthroat me before we were through.

  Pippa tried to take another inch of me into her mouth, but started to gag. She darted her head back, my big cock falling from her mouth back onto my stomach.

  “Fucking hell…” she gasped, “your dick is so fucking fat. Normally I can deepthroat.”

  “Language, Pippa.”

  “Sorry Daddy,” she said, grinning. “What I meant to say is, your pee-pee is too big for my small little mouth.”

  “You've never had one this big?”

  “No, Daddy,” she said, putting on her little girl voice. “It's the longest and the widest I've ever seen!”

  “I'm sure you can still take it all, baby,” I said, rubbing her chin. “You've just got to try a bit harder.”

  “I'll try, Daddy.”

  She took a few deep breaths, the positioned her mouth at the head of my dick again.

  In one gulp she took the head and an inch of shaft into her mouth. I could already feel her lips straining against my girth. Girls always tell me my dick’s so fat it gives them lockjaw. A dick like mine, that's both fat and long, is no easy challenge to deepthroat, and I could already see Pippa’s eyes watering.

  She took a few deep breaths through her nose, then moved her mouth down further, very slowly. One inch… then another…

  She came up for air, gasping and spluttering. A rope of drool mixed with precum hung from her mouth.

  “It's… it's too much.” she gasped.

  “You want me to tell Mommy?”

  “But Bob… I mean Daddy… I can still make you feel good without taking it all.”

  “Take it all down your throat, or I'll be having a word with your mother.”

  She scowled, making the face she made when her mom grounded her, or when Bob refused to lend her money.

  “Now,” I told her.

  “Fucking big dick bastard,” she said under her breath.

  “What was that?”

  “Nothing, Daddy.”

  “I thought so. Now get sucking.”

  With a roll of her eyes she opened her mouth wide, putting it back on my cock. She made her way down slowly, taking a bit at a time. She was doing well, better than she had before, but it was taking forever.

  “Come on baby,” I told her, “keep going.”

  She looked up at me with angry eyes, her mouth too full of dick to reply.

  About five or six inches of my meat was down her throat now, which was good—but she still had a long way to go. The feeling of her throat muscles pressed against my shaft felt amazing, but I wanted her to deepthroat me.

  Pippa slid her lips a bit further. A tear ran down one of her cheeks.

  “Is Daddy’s dick making your eyes water?”

  “Mmph mmph mmph.”

  As good as it felt, I was getting impatient. I put my big hands on the back of Pippa’s head.

  “Mmmmph!!”

  Pippa’s eyes went wide with fear.

  “It's ok baby, Daddy’s going to help you.”

  She tried to pull away, but I was too strong. I pushed her head down.

  “Mmmmmmphhh!!!!!”

  I could feel her throat muscles spasming around my cock as I pushed her further down. She was gagging like crazy.

  “You can do this baby,” I told her. “Don't puke on Daddy’s cock or he’ll be cross.”

  I pushed another inch of me into her throat. Then another. She was still yelling inaudibly, looking at me with pleading eyes.

  Finally I gave one last big push, and her lips pressed against
my pelvis.

  “We did it baby, we did it,” I gasped, enjoying the feeling of my length resting in her esophagus. I was so deep that if I came it would have gone right into her stomach.

  But I wasn't ready to blow my load just yet.

  I pulled my cock out of Pippa’s throat.

  “You cunt…” she spluttered, “you fucking cunt! I thought I was going to die.”

  Then, still gasping for air, she grabbed my still-rock-hard shaft.

  “But fucking hell you’ve got a magnificent cock.”

  She looked up at me with mischief in her eyes.

  “You wanna fuck me, Daddy? Fuck your little girl?”

  The plan had worked. I've had girls tell me before that they only want to blow me, or don't want to go all the way yet, or don't want to cheat on their husband, but they all change their mind once they see how hung I am. A big penis—a really big penis like mine—is like catnip to women. Most of them will never admit it, but, in my experience, it's the truth.

  “Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” I ordered Pippa.

  Jumping to her feet with excitement, she unhooked her bra. As the cups fell to the floor, her magnificent breasts were revealed in all their glory.

  Only a girl so young could have natural breasts so big and yet so firm. I've seen a lot of boobs, so I knew that ones as big as Pippa’s don't stay that way for long. They droop, they sag, they lose their shape as the years go by, but right now her’s were perfect.

  “You want to suck them, Daddy?” Pippa asked with a smile, seeing me staring.

  “I told you to take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

  “Yes Daddy. Sorry.”

  She turned around so her back was facing me, then slowly, teasingly, pulled down her panties.

  Her ass was magnificent. It was huge, especially compared to her slender frame, with big full cheeks you could have rested a dollar on top of.

  Unlike her mother, Pippa had no stretch marks. Her rosy pink skin was unblemished and perfect.

  “You like my butt, Daddy?”

  “I told you to get on the bed.”

  She ran over and jumped on the bed, face up. Even lying down her breasts stayed firm, not drooping around her armpits like her mother’s did.

  I walked over and got my first view of her eighteen-year-old pussy. It was shaved, I was pleased to see, not a hair to be seen. The lips were juicy and pink and it looked very tight.