Sharing Daddy (Taboo Erotica)

“Because I like you like this, baby girl. I like you giving your control to Daddy.” He teased me. The words sense a shudder running through me, and I clenched on him again.

“I like you letting me use you like Daddy’s personal slut, baby.” Daddy teased me, and I groaned.

The words pushed me over the edge as I started to come with him still inside of me. His hands went back to my hips, starting to thrust up into me as he forced me to ride him again. I thought that he was going to come inside of me, but just as he started to throb a little harder, Daddy stopped. He went to lift me up, pulling himself out of me, and I groaned.

I wanted to be pushed over the edge one more time. Daddy’s strong hands laid me on my stomach with my ass up in the air as he mounted the air behind me. He slowly started to tease me, pushing just the head in as he had done my vibrator earlier. I didn’t see his hand reach for it, but I felt as Daddy grabbed the vibrator, placing it on my clit. The soft material circled my delicate clit as I groaned, pushing back.

“Please don’t tease me.” I groaned, and with that Daddy turned it on high. At the same time he thrust hard, deep inside of me. Daddy started to fuck me differently than he had before. Each thrust was hard and quick. He filled me with each and every one, causing me to groan as I laid there and took it.

“Good girl.” Daddy panted as I started to edge closer to another orgasm.

My head was spinning with the pleasure as I started to come to my senses, grinding my hips back against him. Daddy had never been so rough with me, but as he held the vibrator even tighter to my clit, I never wanted him to stop. Just as he started to push into me a little slower, I knew that Daddy was going to come. He still pushed in just as hard, making me edge a little closer to my next orgasm.

I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the pleasure that he was bringing me. Daddy started to come inside of me, and I cried out, clenching around him as I milked out every last drop of his come. He groaned in pleasure one more time, slowly pulling out of me. My hands were still tied, and it was all I could manage to push myself up and turn over. My own juices had dripped onto the bed, causing a wet spot on Daddy’s sheets. A blush creeped over my cheeks, but he just smiled.

“Don’t worry about it, baby.” He told me. “We’ll get you on the pill and then these won’t be needed.” He said, as he threw the condom in the trash. I don’t know why, but the idea of feeling him come deep inside of me was exciting, and so I nodded. I thought that Daddy was going to untie me, but he didn’t. He finished undressing, crawling into bed as he pulled me close to his chest. I didn’t protest. I loved the feeling of him holding me close to him. I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard the text message. I didn’t think anything of it until I heard Daddy curse.

“Your mother will be home a little early.” He said, clearly disappointed. “It looks like tomorrow will be our last day together for a few weeks.” Daddy whispered in my ear.

“Oh…” I said, disappointed.

“Don’t worry. There’s still so much I can show you.” Daddy told me, reaching around to tweak my nipple as I arched my back.

“Oh. I almost forgot.” He said, and I could feel Daddy’s smile against my back.

I didn’t need to ask. In just moments he had the vibrator running up and down my slit again on high, driving me closer to the

edge as his finger worked over my clit. I thought I was going to come just as Daddy pulled it away, putting it on low. He pushed it inside of me and told me to keep my legs closed. I groaned as Daddy slipped out of bed. He came back with panties, working them up my legs to hold the vibrator in securely. I knew there was no escaping it tonight as Daddy crawled back in, pulling me close.

“I have to keep you ready after all.” He teased me, and I tried to grind back against the vibrator to no avail. I knew that tomorrow would be even more exciting, and I almost couldn’t get to sleep. Eventually I found my way into dreamland in Daddy’s arms with a soft buzzing filling the room.

THE END

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STRIPPED BY DADDY

Chapter 1

I’ve always wanted to be like my mom. Don’t judge me, but I was almost turning 19 then, and she was the most beautiful woman I knew. My mom, Monica was 48 years old, but I wouldn’t give her a day over 30. Because of her bombshell looks, she always managed to date younger guys and even married one, not that long ago. I really, really liked my new daddy. Travis was 39, tall, dark and unbelievably handsome, and had arms to die for. His eyes were big and deep and just by looking at me, he could make me squirm.

From our friends’ point of view, I was a younger version of my mom, although I had failed to see that. Long hair, perfect natural breasts, tiny waist, round ample ass and olive skin, my mom was truly a goddess of a woman. Everywhere we went, people would turn to look at her. And being an ex-model, it all seemed so natural to her: she simply seemed oblivious and aware of how she looked, although secretly I knew she was enjoying every bit of the attention.

My story started two years into their marriage, right as I was finally growing into my body and developing. At first, I was insecure about my height, my tits and my ass, but after I realized the looks I got, I kind of just went with it.

It wasn’t just type of look that I indulged, it was specifically his: Travis’s. During this time, I noticed him staring at me, looks I didn’t think much of, until he started talking about it. While mom wasn’t there, of course.

“You look so much like your mom…only better.” – He’d whisper, grabbing my palm on the dining room table or “You’re becoming a grown woman Katie, men will soon run after you but I won’t let them.”

At first, his comments seemed inappropriate to me, however after dozen of play dates with my mom’s friends, who by the way, all commented on how I look exactly like her, and more importantly, joked with Daddy on how he is a lucky man to live with two playboy centerfold look-alikes, I simply grew into it. Well, not just that. I relished it. I learned to love it. Who am I kidding? I loved it!

This all happened in the summer before I finished High School and during this period, mom was away for work. A lot.

Since I was my mom’s daughter, I not only idolized her but I wanted to be like her. Daddy’s comments and looks made me feel grown up and wanted. On top of that, everything he did was a confirmation that I was as good as her. That was the only approval I needed for as long as I knew I was just like my mom, I felt powerful. That was, after all, my biggest dream.

Chapter 2