Daddy Takes His

  Daddy Takes His:

  A Taboo Erotica

  By Skye Darrel

  Daddy Takes His: A Taboo Erotica is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2018 by Skye Darrel

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  Daddy Takes His

  It’s Friday night at Club Fantasia, and I strut out on stage. I’ve been dancing here since I turned eighteen two months ago. Unlike some of the younger girls, I’m not dancing to pay for college. My stepdad covers my tuition, room and board, and textbooks. I love the thrill of dancing. After the lights dim, I love those hungry eyes leering at me in the darkness.

  Tonight, as I’m starting my set, I whirl around the pole and my plaid skirt flies up. The men holler. I don’t have huge breasts or luscious curves like the other ladies, so I do the innocent little girl thing—skirt, white knee socks, and snug blouse tied up under my breasts. I am innocent. Never had sex. At least not real sex. I tasted a penis once, but that doesn’t really count.

  My stage name is The Swan, the naughty little doll new in town, and the guys at Fantasia love me.

  It’s not packed tonight. I notice every new face that files through the door. One man walks to the bar and I can only see his back. When he turns around, my stomach tumbles. It’s my stepdad Jack Swan.

  Daddy. One look at him and the little girl inside me squirms. I almost lose my grip on the pole. Whistles float up around the stage. I spin again, my long hair whipping obscenely. I’m trying to hide my face, but Daddy’s already at the foot of the stage.

  He crosses his arms and shouts. “Harper Swan!”

  I freeze at my full name and the music cuts. Everyone looks at him. Daddy’s tall and handsome, lean and mean. His muscles aren’t for show either. He boxes to stay in shape. Around the stage, guys twice his size stand and puff their chests until he stares their way. That’s all it takes. The men can sense he’s not to be messed with. A guy behind him misses the glare and grabs Daddy’s shoulder. Daddy flips him into a chokehold.

  “I’m here for my daughter. Mind your own goddamn business or you’ll visit the hospital.”

  It ends. Daddy lets go and the guy backs off. Then he climbs on the stage and looks me over. His gaze is too heated. It’s more than anger. Daddy lingers on my pert breasts and the swell of my hips. He’s never seen me so exposed. “You’re coming with me, Harper.”

  My face burns. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  He grabs my wrist and drags me offstage, past the tables where some girls hold their mouths as this big man barges past pulling me along. Out the door. I shriek at him all the way, scratching and kicking like a wild kitten. In the parking lot, Daddy takes me to his black convertible and bends me over the trunk. He flips up my skirt and sharp slaps fall on my ass cheeks.

  I gasp. My buttocks ripple each time his palm hits. My cries turn to whimpers. My feet slide apart. I find myself bucking back. My pussy clenches as heat spreads over my bottom. Moisture soaks into my thong.

  “Had enough?” Daddy asks.

  Something hard touches my hip. “You have an erection!”

  He flips me around. I’m breathless as Daddy cups my crotch. The heel of his palm presses into my clit. A tiny moan leaves my lips.

  Daddy scowls. “And you’re wet. What does that say?”

  “Nothing,” I snap. “I was dancing! Okay? I get worked up.”

  “You were stripping,” he growls.

  “I like it,” I say meekly. “It’s fun.”

  Daddy’s eyes flash. “Get in the car.”

  I drop my gaze. I can’t look at him. Not like this, not with the way his eyes are burning. My heart rattles inside my chest and I’m confused, angry, shaking with desire. “You don’t own me,” I whisper.

  “I’m trying to protect you, you little slut.”

  I suck in a breath and flick my eyes up. “What did you call me?”

  Growling, Daddy steps closer and it’s unmistakable. His cock nudges my belly. He holds my face and says in a lower voice, “Get in the car, Harper.”

  My face heats. I think back to that day, one week after my eighteenth birthday, when Daddy and I were fooling around in the kitchen. I’d moved into my dorm and had come home for the weekend to get the rest of my stuff. I was making a marshmallow peanut butter sandwich, and he caught me bent over at the fridge. Daddy made a joke about how cute I looked. I giggled. He stood so close I could smell his aftershave, see the individual hairs of his stubble.

  I kissed him, and he kissed me back, and our tongues swirled together before he tore away and told me never do that again. We never spoke of it after.

  I get in the passenger side and shut the door. Daddy starts the engine.

  “Where are we going?” I mutter.

  “Home.”

  “I have a class tomorrow!”

  “Don’t lie to me, girl. You’ve been skipping all your classes. Another week won’t make a difference.

  “H-How do you know?”

  “I went to your dorm, Harper. I talked to your roommate. I know everything.” He glares at me. “I thought you were grown up. A responsible adult. I was wrong. So before you flunk out of college, I’m going to educate you like I should’ve done.”

  My belly flutters and I frown. “By spanking me?”

  Daddy doesn’t answer.

  In normal traffic, it’s an hour-long drive from my school back home. Daddy makes it in forty minutes. He won’t let me get anything from my dorm. He won’t stop. He goes straight home and when we’re inside, he tosses his keys and turns. A harsh glare falls on me.

  Blushing, I stare at him from under my lashes.

  “What do you have to say for yourself?” Daddy asks.

  I snort and kick off my heels. “Nothing. I’m going to bed.”

  But I’m not heading upstairs. I’m walking to the kitchen. Daddy’s footsteps follow behind me. We don’t speak. From the fridge I get a loaf of bread and plop it on the counter. There’s a bag of marshmallows in the cupboards. A jar of peanut butter on top of the fridge. I make a sandwich and Daddy slides up behind me. A shiver strokes my spine. I’m spreading peanut butter when he sweeps my hair around my neck. He rubs my exposed neck. I feel his hard cock press against my rear.

  “I missed you,” he says.

  “You drove fifty miles to tell me that?”

  He hitches up my skirt and slaps my right cheek. I gasp and clutch the counter.

  “I drove fifty miles because your school sent me a letter about academic probation.” He slaps my left cheek. “Then I find out you’re whoring yourself.”

  I would’ve spun around to face him but Daddy has me pinned against the counter. His cock presses into the cleft of my ass.

  “I’m dancing not fucking,” I hiss.

  “You’re stripping,” Daddy says in a soft voice. He runs his hand through the strands of my hair. “You’re showing off what’s mine.”

  I shudder. My pussy pulses. “I’m not yours.”

  Daddy tugs my hair and my neck arches with a low whine. With his other hand he holds my throat. He turns my head up so our eyes meet. “You’re going to be.”

  He grabs my chin and kisses me furiously. The knife I held clatters to the counter. When Daddy pulls away I’m flushed and my skin buzzes. His taste—it makes my belly flutter. It brings back all the memories of our first kiss. But he hadn’t looked so angry then. So feral.

  He pushes against the counter and bends over me. I can feel the contours o
f his abs against my back. Daddy rubs a hand down my spine. He turns my skirt up and rips away the flimsy thong.

  I whimper.

  He grabs a handful of my ass and twists. Then he slaps my cheeks as he holds me down. The stinging pain heightens my desire, my arousal for this man who raised me.

  Guttural noises leave his throat.

  Wetness slicks my thigh.

  “Daddy,” I whisper. The sound of his belt buckle makes me clench. The sound of his zipper makes me moan.

  “You’re fucking hairless down here,” Daddy says, grunting like it upsets him. “Why the fuck is that?”

  “I shave!” My words are strangled. “I’m a dancer. What do you expect?”

  “A stripper,” Daddy hisses. He slaps my ass again. “I’m taking this pretty cunt. You had your chance to stay away. You had your chance to be a good girl. Now you’re mine.” A smack swipes over my ass. “Mine.”

  I think of all the times I’ve touched myself to thoughts of his cock, to thoughts of him taking control, and my body heats. “I’ve never done it before.”

  “I’ll show you, baby girl.”

  The tip of his cock nestles into my soaked folds. Daddy pushes, tearing through my virgin barrier. He slides into my tight pussy as I cry out. Tears burn my eyes. Grunting, Daddy thrusts again making me scream. Blinding pleasure crashes through my body as Daddy pumps his cock.

  The punishing drive knocks my knees against the counter. His hips slap against my ass. He grabs my hair and pounds my sopping pussy. When he stops, I wipe away my tears and push off the counter. I clench his cock, squeezing him until he grunts.

  A harsh slap falls on my buttocks. Daddy rips my blouse off and holds my breasts, mashing them as he churns his cock between my walls. A jolt rips through my womb when he finds my clit and rolls it between two fingers. He shifts his hips, pressing the curve of his thick cock into my front wall.

  “Oh god.”

  “Don’t cum,” Daddy says. “You wait until I give you permission.”

  “Yes,” I whimper. Shockwaves roll through my belly as he pulls on my clit and heaves a shallow thrust that hits my spot head-on. My orgasm swells.

  His cock pistons into me again, squelching in my heat. More slaps fall on my ass as he wraps a hand in my hair and pulls.

  “You like being fucked like a whore?” he grits out.

  I bite my teeth. “You fuck a lot of whores, Dad?”

  He drives deep and makes me scream. “Just one.”

  “You’re sick!” I yell, my voice choked by another plunge of his cock. The truth is, if he’s sick then so am I. As he pounds into me I buck back against him, thrust for thrust. Every time his cock drags back I clench. I need him inside me. That fullness. That filled sensation at the top of my vagina, the intense pressure seeping through my walls, the burning stretch of my lips pulled tightly around his shaft.

  My first time. With a man who should’ve never seen me naked. He invades my most private place. He spanks me as he fucks me. He uses my body and calls me a slut, but he can’t hide the love in his voice. The obsession.

  Daddy.

  He pulls me against his body and lifts me by the thighs. I’m impaled on his cock as he carries me to a chair and sits. He holds my thighs apart with his cock buried in my pussy. My arms are pinned back under his. I can just touch the floor on tiptoes. Biting my lip, I feel every inch as Daddy thrusts up into my tight slit. A fire rages inside my womb. My mind floats and I can’t think of anything but his hard cock taking what’s his.

  “My little swan,” Daddy hisses.

  He hadn’t called me that in years, not since . . . I arch back and try not to think. It’s perverse. It’s wrong. And I don’t care. I’m a woman now but I’ll always be his little girl. Soon, he doesn’t need to hold my thighs open. I strain myself wide as far as my legs will go, until my hips ache. Daddy keeps my small body firmly grinding on his cock. His hand slides around my waist to fondle my burning clit.

  His ragged breaths fall on my neck.

  I gasp and tighten, squeezing my ass and clenching my pussy. Daddy’s fingers flick my bud without mercy.

  “You’ll make me cum,” I gasp.

  “Hold it in.”

  Riding Daddy’s cock, I roll my hips over his lap, chasing the high of orgasm and being chased. “I can’t!”

  “Hold it.”

  Even as the words leave his mouth he thrusts again. The tip of his cock nudges my cervix and my walls throb around his shaft. Tears roll down my face as I twist against his body, and pleasure ripples through me. Daddy rubs my clit as I sink to the base of his shaft. Shudders wring my body. He denies me permission to cum but pushes me all the harder.

  I’m whimpering and whining, crazy with need, fevered hot. The skirt hitched around my waist is damp. My white knee socks are gray with sweat, and rivulets run down my glistening thighs.

  “You may cum,” Daddy says.

  I let out a scream and gush on his cock. Daddy twitches as I squeeze him in my climax, and a deep growl rumbles from his throat. He cums, jetting inside me, flooding my pussy with scalding cum. I lurch forward.

  “Good girl,” Daddy breathes. “I love you, baby.”

  I push up and spin around. I beat his meaty chest with my fists and slap his face once. Daddy just sits there. He doesn’t even flinch.

  My bottom is still tender from his palm. My pussy quivers as tiny aftershocks churn inside. Daddy pulls me into his lap. He cradles me against his shoulder and kisses my hair.

  “You finished?” he says.

  “I hate you,” I whisper. I grip his cock and squeeze him.

  Daddy winces. He grabs my arms and makes me kneel between his legs. His eyes smolder. “Use your mouth.”

  “A blowjob?”

  Daddy’s eyes narrow. “You’ve done it before?”

  “N-No.”

  He leans forward, possessive and hungry, and his cock hardens rapidly. “Tell me the truth.”

  I roll my eyes. “Everyone knows what a blowjob is, Dad.”

  Before he can ask another question I stroke him, dragging on his skin that feels like silky velvet, but underneath he’s rock hard and throbbing. His cock swells bigger under my grip. My hands look so small around his shaft. I squeeze him a little harder, running my thumbs from the underside of his cock to the tip.

  Pleasure pulses in my pussy and my heart rattles at the way his cock twitches. A bead of clear cum leaks out from his tip, and I tongue it off, dabbing at his glans. I circle my tongue under his groove. I want to pull back and admire his size, the engorged veins that crawl along the side, but Daddy won’t wait.

  Groaning, he grabs my head and shoves his cock to the back of my throat. I gag and wrestle against his arms but it’s useless. He holds me firmly. He fucks my mouth like he fucked my pussy. Uncontrolled. Feral. Deep.

  He pulls out and I catch my breath.

  Daddy’s cock is raging hard. He scowls. “Do it again.”

  I open my mouth and Daddy slides his thick meat over my tongue. He holds me down. I don’t gag this time. I breathe through my nose, savoring his taste, my pussy pulsing, and I reach down and rub my clit. Drool leaks down my chin as I slurp up and down his thick cock.

  “Stop,” Daddy says.

  He lunges out of his chair, scoops me up in his strong arms, and carries me upstairs. We walk past the door to my room and enter his. Daddy sets me down on the bed. He tears off my skirt and rips away the stockings.

  “Hey! Those were expensive!”

  Daddy growls and glares at me. A hard, long glare that makes my chest stutter.

  Lying on the edge of the bed, I press my lips together at the sight of his cock. Delicious shadows cut across his abs. The muscles of his hips cleft in a V that point to his hard cock. Daddy strokes his shaft, and a pearl of clear liquid dribbles off the head.

  “You’re making me this way,” he growls. “You.”

  He pries my legs apart and his mouth latches onto my clit. I feel a hard suck that makes me wri
the. Heat boils in my pussy as Daddy’s tongue swirls at the same his lips form a suction on my aching bud. I scratch the sheets and gasp, and my toes curl.

  He’s gentle and firm. Giving and taking.

  A new orgasm surges and I push up on my elbows, my whole body tensing and shuddering.

  Daddy pauses and flicks up his eyes. He licks his lips. “I’m going to work on this little pussy until you tell me the goddamn truth.” He snarls and his hands dent my thighs, holding me down. “I want to know who taught you to suck cock, baby girl.”

  “No one!” I lie.

  Daddy scoops his hands under my hips to palm my ass cheeks. He squeezes me roughly and lowers his head again. His tongue is pure torture. Pleasure needles my clit as he whirls around my little bud, and under it. He slides two fingers into me and rolls them around. Daddy’s tongue delves at my hot nerves until I can’t take it anymore, until I cum with his long tongue buried under my front wall. I cry out.

  He lifts his head and glares, but his thumb stays on my clit, pressing lightly. “Who taught you, baby girl?”

  “This guy called Buzzcut,” I blurt out. In my orgasm my mind fogs and drifts. Daddy’s thumb keeps rubbing. “He’s the manager at Fantasia! He gave me the job.”

  Daddy’s eyes darken, and for the first time since he nabbed me out of that club, fear crawls up my throat. He’d never hurt me, but god knows what he’ll do to Buzzie.

  “Did he touch you?”

  “Only my mouth.”

  “Not here?”

  I wince as Daddy flicks my clit. “I was a virgin, Dad!” I sniffle. “Before you came along. You should know by now.”

  For an instant shame flickers in his eyes. “I don’t regret what we did.”

  “Me neither,” I admit.

  “I love you, baby. I won’t let any man touch you. I’ll protect you no matter what. You know that.”

  I pout. “Yeah, if by protect me you mean fuck me, sure.” I smirk. “I missed you too,” I say, blushing.

  He crawls up my body and kisses me deeply, and my legs open to him. His cock nestles into my pussy, his hips grinding against mine as he thrusts slowly into my molten heat. My small body twists under his hard size.