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  Daddy’s Naughty Burglar:

  A Taboo Erotica

  By Skye Darrel

  Daddy’s Naughty Burglar: A Taboo Erotica is a work of fiction intended for adult readers 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 © 2019 by Skye Darrel

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  Daddy’s Naughty Burglar

  My stepdad drags me to the basement by my wrist. He’s really excited, and when I glance at the muscles popping in his arms, my chest flutters.

  I’m eighteen, old enough to know I shouldn’t have dirty thoughts about Daddy. But he looks like a warrior with his scruffy stubble and chiseled jaw. Those faded jeans and the sleeveless shirt that hugs his muscles. His hot metallic scent washes over me.

  I’m a little peeved Daddy hasn’t said anything about my top—I’m not wearing any. Just my bra and a pair of shorts. Lately he’s been telling me I can’t go around half-naked in the house. But I like teasing Daddy in ways I shouldn’t.

  I know I’m a bad girl. I stopped worrying about being a good daughter ages ago. My plan for life is simple. Take what I need, use what I got. I’m not the prettiest girl around, but I make what I got work.

  Daddy nods at his closet vault in the basement corner. He changed the lock again. “That damn burglar ain’t getting in this baby. Hell, the lock’s unbreakable.”

  “You’ll catch the burglar for sure, Daddy.”

  Inside that vault is about a million in cash and jewelry. Daddy calls it his retirement fund. He’d be in a world of trouble if anyone found out what he’s retiring from. My daddy’s a real bad boy. He sleeps with a .357 magnum revolver under his pillow. I know more about thieving and guns than most girls know about shoes. Daddy did raise me.

  And I’d be in a world of trouble if Daddy found out there is no burglar. I’ve been taking from his vault for a month. Soon I’ll have enough to move out of our dingy town.

  Daddy notices my bra at last. He steps closer. He’s two heads taller than me. Almost twice my size across the shoulders. “Mallory, didn’t I tell you to dress proper?”

  I roll my eyes. “You know I like to tan on the porch.”

  “You’ve grown up, baby girl,” he says. “It ain’t right for you to walk around half-naked.”

  “It’s just us in the house.”

  Daddy leans in and strokes my hair. “I’ve been thinking on that.”

  I blush. “Y-You have?”

  “You never heard this burglar come in? Never saw nothing?”

  “No, Daddy. I’d tell you if I did.”

  “Go to bed then. It’s getting late.”

  I pout and head upstairs.

  When it’s dark out, I sneak back down. No vault’s unbreakable—I learned that much from Daddy. Plus, it helps that he always leaves his backup key in the kitchen sugar jar. I get the key and stalk down the basement steps, my heart pounding, palms damp. Risky, doing this so soon after my last midnight heist.

  The lights flash on.

  I spin around to see Daddy in the corner, face hard. There’s a chain wrapped around his fist.

  “Come down for a snack, baby girl?” The tank top shirt he’s wearing does nothing to hide his powerful physique.

  My blood goes cold then flashes hot. “I—I was just checking out the vault.”

  “I bet you are. What’s that in your hand?”

  The key slips out. I step back, my body torn between fear and desire. I came downstairs in what I went to bed in. A loose white tee and nothing else.

  Daddy walks over, the chain around his hand rattling with each step. “I had a surprise planned for our burglar. I figured I might find a surprise myself. You got some explaining to do, little girl.”

  And I am little next to his bulk. “Daddy, I’m sorry!”

  He zips down the front of his jeans to pull out a massive cock. Hard. Bulging with veins. I take another step back.

  Daddy closes the distance with two strides of his long legs, blocking off the staircase. He pulls off my tee and tosses it on the floor.

  Daddy’s cock jerks higher at the sight of my breasts. A clear bead forms on his swollen tip. “I got nothing against burglars,” he growls. “But a burglar who gets caught oughta be punished.”

  My pussy clenches and I blush hotter. My body knows what punishment Daddy has in mind even if my mind wavers. Daddy will do what he wants whether I want it or not. But I want to be punished. My body thrums with heat. When my eyes fall to his hard cock, a tiny moan leaves me.

  “I vowed the day your mother left us that I’d take care of you no matter what. But that won’t stop me from taking what’s mine. You done fucked up, baby girl. Now you’re going to pay the price.”

  My breathing turns shallow, and it’s all I can do to stand straight. I can’t take my eyes off Daddy’s massive cock.

  “Get on your knees, Mal.”

  I obey at once. Daddy pulls my hands up and ties the chain around my wrists. When he lets go, my hands drop between my thighs, and the metal links bite into my skin.

  “Does it hurt?” he says.

  The hint of concern in Daddy’s voice makes my pussy pulse. “No, Daddy.”

  “Good girl. You know you’ve done wrong, don’t you?”

  I gulp. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Have you sucked cock before?”

  “N-No, Daddy.” The boys in high school never interested me, and after I graduated, there’s only been one man in my life. He’s standing before me now, his cock inches from my mouth.

  Daddy strokes my long hair. “Open your mouth, baby girl.”

  The second I do, his hand in my hair tightens. He pulls my mouth onto his cock, and when I struggle to get around his massive head, he yanks me forward and thrusts at the same time. I gurgle as he reaches the back of my throat.

  “Look at me,” he commands.

  I flick my eyes up, my vision blurred with tears. He’s too thick, too long. Daddy pulls out, trailing strands of saliva. He kneels and reaches between my legs. He finds my throbbing pussy and rubs me slowly, squeezing my wet folds. “Why’d you steal the money, baby girl? Don’t you know I would’ve given you anything you asked?”

  “You wouldn’t give me what I really want,” I whimper.

  “And what’s that?”

  “I want to leave this stupid town. And—and—”

  “And what?” Daddy finds my clit, rubbing me with the heel of his palm. “Tell me the truth, Mal.”

  “And you,” I whisper.

  Daddy growls. “You’ll get plenty of me tonight. This wet little pussy is going to cum for me.”

  I moan, bucking on his hand. Daddy slides a finger into me. It’s not long before he finds my spot, rubbing back and forth on my slick flesh. His thumb presses against my clit. “You want Daddy to fuck you? You want to be wrong? Fine. I’m not just going to take your virgin cunt. I’m going to cum inside you and make you mine forever.”

  “Oh god.”

  “This pussy is so fucking wet. Keep squeezing it, baby. You’re about to cum right now, aren’t you?”

  I press my lips together and feel a burst of black hate. Red desire. Everything he says is true. He’s taunting me, teasing me worse than I’ve ever teased him. Heat licks through my belly, and I ache to feel his cock.

  Daddy pulls his hand back and licks his fingers. “I had a buddy who said virgin cunt tastes the sweetest. He was full of shit, but your pussy tastes sweeter than honey.”

  Every inch of my skin lights on fire.
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  “That’s disgusting,” I murmur. I can’t let Daddy see how turned on I am. I still have my pride, even if my body submits.

  “Have you ever cum before, baby? Do you touch this little pussy?”

  “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

  “Then you can cum for me, my naughty burglar. Rub your clit while I prepare your punishment.”

  Daddy stands, his rugged frame a wall of muscle.

  The chains are warm around my wrist. I’ve never felt more vulnerable. My naked skin prickles from the hot lust in his eyes.

  “Rub it, Princess.”

  I put my fingers on my swollen clit. The chains make it awkward, but I keep stroking my bud as Daddy walks to the far wall. He shoots me a glare when I slow down. I rub faster, chewing my lip. My face burns with humiliation as he forces me to masturbate, but deep down, I love this feeling of utter submission.

  Daddy gets a toolbox from the pantry. He pulls out a metal spike and glares at me.

  My knees slide apart as my finger moves faster.

  He hammers the spike high up on the wall, and the rippling muscles in his back make my heat grow. Daddy’s sturdy buttocks bulge out as he drives in the spike.

  I’m close now as all kinds of horrifying scenes run through my head, and the more terrible my thoughts wander, the hotter my pussy grows.

  “Don’t cum,” Daddy says. “You will cum when I tell you. Not a moment before.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I slow down, my fingers slippery with my juices. “Please . . . can you untie my hands?”

  He walks over. “You stole from me, little girl. I need to teach you a lesson.”

  Daddy kisses my fingers. Then he drags me to the wall and lifts my hands above my head. He loops the chains around the spike, hanging me up.

  I have to stand on tiptoes. It’s not long before my legs give out, and I’m dangling off the spike from my wrists.

  “This is your punishment,” Daddy says. “To be fucked like a dirty little thief.”

  I moan as he lifts my thighs, holding me against the wall with his thick cock at my entrance. I arch and my pussy pulses. Maybe I’ve always wanted to be caught.

  Daddy thrusts into my tight pussy, breaking my virginity.

  A shudder jolts my body.

  The pain fades as my walls stretch, and my juices slick down his shaft. He pushes deeper and forces his whole cock into me.

  I cry out in pleasure.

  “Punishment shouldn't feel good,” Daddy growls.

  “I can’t help it!”

  My body shakes and twists. I wrap my legs around Daddy’s waist as his cock pumps in my sopping hole. Daddy grabs my chin and smashes his mouth against mine. Then he leans back and angles up his hips. My entire body sits on his cock.

  “You are never leaving this town,” Daddy snarls. “You are going to stay right in this house and take Daddy’s cock. You'll be my little slut.”

  “Oh god.” His words make my pleasure surge. He stamps me in body and soul. “I’m coming!”

  “Good girl. Get used to coming on my cock.” He drags his tongue up my neck. “You’ll be doing it often. I think we’ve found something you’re good at.”

  I spit at him.

  He wipes my saliva off his chin and sucks his finger clean. “Fuck, baby girl. You taste good everywhere.”

  My pussy clenches when I feel Daddy tensing. He heaves a deep thrust that makes me scream.

  I cum on his cock. Daddy holds me close as my orgasm rips through me from head to toe, and I slump against his shoulder.

  Hands digging into my thighs, Daddy grunts out his release with every inch of his cock buried up my pussy. I feel a stab of panic as his seed coats my walls. I’m not on the pill or anything.

  “That’s right, little girl. Mine.”

  He pulls me off the spike. His cum and my juices drip out of me to puddle on the floor. Daddy pushes me to my knees and makes me lick up every drop. He watches as I swallow it all, and then he kisses me again, sucking the air from my lungs. The degradation, the punishment, Daddy’s hard fucking—it all fills me with the most intense and humiliating pleasure.

  My pussy heats again.

  Daddy slides his still-hard cock back into me. My walls grip him tightly. He lifts me by the hips and bounces me on his cock, and each time I slam down, my body surges a little higher.

  With tears in my eyes, I cum again and again, until there is nothing left for me to give. For Daddy to take. My body’s wrung out, drenched with sweat. As my last orgasm subsides, Daddy climaxes a second time and floods my channel with his scalding cum. He holds me by the ass as I writhe, his cock still tucked in my pussy.

  “I love you,” he growls. “Money or no, did you really think I’d let you run off?”

  “I hate it here,” I whimper. “I hate this stupid town.”

  Daddy’s softening cock slips out of me at last. He squeezes my ass harder. “My family built this house. We’ve always lived here. We belong here.”

  “You! Not me!”

  He gives my ass a hard slap, making me yelp. “You got heart, baby girl. Tell you what. I know you won’t stop trying to take that money. So we’ll play a game. You keep trying. And anything you steal, you get to keep. But if I catch you—” he smacks my ass again “—you’ll pay for it. Your cunt will pay for it. And Daddy won’t make it easy.”

  I raise my eyes. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes, baby. As serious as the punishments will be. And ‘course, I can’t have you running around all day scheming. To make it fair, you’ll be doing some new chores around here while we play this game.”

  “W-What new chores?”

  “I’ll teach you.”

  Daddy carries me to his bedroom and sits on the bed.

  He bends me over his lap and slaps my ass hard. Moaning on his thighs, I feel my flesh jiggle with each hit. Then he throws me on the bed and shoves his tongue into my pussy. Daddy coaxes out fresh moisture, and he rubs my clit slowly while his tongue slides in and out.

  I didn’t think I could, but I cum again. I cum hard and sharp, squirting into his mouth.

  “First chore is this, baby girl. I’ll take your pussy whenever I want. Lick it, fuck it, spank it. Your ass too. I’m going to make you cum whenever I want. You sleep in Daddy’s bed from now on. You stay by my side when I tell you. I need you close when my dick gets hard. You belong to me.”

  “That’s not fair! How am I supposed to—”

  He pushes a finger into my pussy and rubs over my spot. I squirm into a rictus.

  “That’s for you to figure out, baby girl. I done explained to you the rules. Burglary ain’t supposed to be easy.” He slides his finger out and sucks it clean. “You gonna play by the rules, baby?”

  I flash my eyes and glance at my flushed folds. I can’t deny the flutter in my belly, the thrill shooting through my chest. “Yes, Daddy.”

  He squeezes my breasts. “Good girl.”

  ◆◆◆

  Daddy is a man of his word. In the living room sofa, I’m sitting on his lap in my shorts and bra. There’s a baseball game on TV. Watching the screen, Daddy has his hand between my thighs, rubbing my slit while he sips a bottle of beer. I can feel his hard cock under my ass.

  The morning after he took my virginity, Daddy fixed up a leather collar on his tool bench in the garage. He attached a thin chain to the collar. Then he added a handle to the chain. He put the collar around my neck.

  Now he leads me by that chain everywhere he goes in the house. And whenever his cock gets hard, he’d tug on that chain, and I’d get on my knees with my mouth open. If he nods at a chair, I’d sit and slip my shorts off and spread my legs so he can eat my pussy. If he taps a wall, I’d put my hands on it and raise my ass so he can fuck me from behind.

  I always cum before he finishes.

  He always cums inside me. He thinks the orgasms will break me.

  But Daddy taught me to be tough just like him. I’ll play his game. But I keep my eyes on that key to the vault. I try to wear
him out so he’ll sleep.

  The second night, he tied my chain to the bed, then pounded my pussy hard. I screamed and writhed and had the most intense orgasm of my life with every inch of Daddy’s big cock plunged in my body.

  He dozed off later. I unlooped the chain from the bedpost and sneaked out. I’d gotten to the doorway when Daddy heard my chain clinking. I can’t take the collar off ever. One of Daddy’s new rules.

  He dragged me back to bed and spanked my bottom. I cried and moaned until I was practically begging to cum.

  Daddy flipped me on my back, pinning me under him, and slammed his cock into me.

  For half an hour Daddy fucked my pussy nonstop, and whenever I came, he’d thrust through my orgasm, my juices squishing around his cock.

  At the end, as my throbbing pussy clenched him on my third climax, Daddy pumped his seed deep into me, and I could feel the pulses that shot up his shaft. I woke up the next morning sore and tender, his dried cum caked all over my groin. “That’s what happens to naughty little girls,” he warned me.

  The baseball game is nearly over.

  “I bet you could hit harder than that,” Daddy says. He crunches a beer can.

  Looks like Daddy’s favorite batter isn’t doing so hot.

  I’m burning. This whole time he’s been groping my folds, pinching my nipples. He’s been sipping his beer like it’s all routine. Like touching me everywhere is the new normal.

  I gasp when two fingers curl into me.

  “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how wet this pussy’s getting.” Daddy rubs against my spot. “You need my cock, little girl?”

  “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

  He rips my bra off and squeezes my breasts. “No more bras. I want to see your perky tits at all times. I want to see those nipples puff when I fuck your pretty pink hole.”

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  Daddy stands me up and yanks my shorts off. Turning me around, he straddles me on his hard cock. My folds cling to his shaft as I sink to his balls. Daddy suckles my breasts one by one, his hands on my ass.

  I glance over his head at the vault key on the kitchen table. It might as well be on the moon.