Sharing Daddy (Taboo Erotica)

I nodded. He ripped my thong out with his teeth. It made my toes curl and it gave me goose bumps all over. He laughed and I felt excitement get the best of me. Daddy used both of his hands to spank me. Very gently at first, then harder. After about 15 minutes, he was spanking me so hard, I had to scream.

“What’s the matter, sweetlips? You don’t like it rough?”

“Daddy, it hurts!” – I complained, as he slapped me again before diving in with his teeth. He removed me from his lap and made me lie face down on the carpet. After this, he kneeled behind me, as if massaging me, but solely focusing on my butt. Both of his legs were pressing me down on the floor. His hands were all over me: from pulling my hair, through my back, towards my butt.

“Your ass is perfect, sweetlips. It begs me to fuck it.”

I heard him unzipping his pants as I felt the familia

r sensation again: he was rubbing himself off me. At the same time, I felt his right hand open my butt. Slowly at first, only to glide around my asshole. I felt his index finger enter my behind and I screamed.

“Don’t worry sweetlips. It’s just a finger.” – He leaned in whispering, while his finger was still in my butthole. I tried to move, to get up, but I was clenched on the floor, with the weight of his legs on me. There was no getting away.

Then, daddy pushed his finger deeper inside. I screamed again. He laughed: “Oh sweetlips, get used to it. No pain, no gain.” As he pushed his finger deeper in, I bit on my right hand to stop the screaming. He smiled again: “That’s better, sweetlips. You’re learning fast.”

Daddy proceeded to finger fuck my asshole, using a couple of different fingers. After about half an hour, I was already used to it, I was more relaxed and it actually felt good. I was ready to take his cock in.

“Daddy, give it to me.” – I pleaded as he ignored me.

“Sweetlips, you’re not ready yet.”

Daddy used his cock and rubbed it all over me: from my ass to my pussy and back again. This time, he didn’t enter me. I heard him jerking off and I felt the hot stream of cum dripping on my ass.

Daddy stood up and put his pants back on: “Clean yourself, sweetlips. It’s time to go.”

Chapter 8

We left the house and picked up my three friends: Laura, Sally and Ann. They were all my age and when it came to looks, we were pretty much the same: all tall, all model-like. After all, we were all cheerleaders. I was sitting in the front with Daddy while the three of them were in the back. They were all giggling of course, the excitement of the trip ahead was taking its toll. I was excited for the trip too, but at the same time I was extremely bummed for not being allowed to orgasm. It was driving me insane at that point and it didn’t help that I could feel Daddy’s smell so close to me.

Daddy was quiet, I could tell he was trying to play the “adult” role. He was stealing looks at my friends and I knew he found them all attractive. After all, Daddy wasn’t that old and with his looks, it all seemed as if he was just one very lucky guy.

We got to the airport, checked in and took off. Nothing too significant happened on the flight except for me catching him staring at us.

Once we got to Vegas, we left the airport and took a cab to the ESQUIRE RESORT. Mom had everything planned out, and everything was luxurious and beautiful. She simply wanted her daughter to have the best 19th birthday possible. Once we stepped in the ESQUIRE RESORT, I swear everyone was staring at us! Well, more specifically, everyone was staring at Daddy. At first, we were taken aback, but then we realized with two of us on his one hand, and the other two on his other hand, everyone was staring at Daddy because they were jealous! They all probably thought we were with him. My friends and I, we loved the attention and started giggling like teenagers do, completely ignoring daddy’s plea to behave. As we were making our way to the check in counter, a guy walks up to us and asks daddy: “How much for the girls?”

“Excuse me?” – Daddy retorted.

“You know man, specimens like this get expensive. But, I’m willing to pay the price.” – The man confidently replied. It was obvious the man had mistaken Daddy for a pimp, and he though the four of us were high-priced hookers.

I’ve never seen Daddy like that: his whole face flushed red, he stood very still zooming in on the man and barking at him: “Fuck off you sick bastard! I’m their daddy!”

The four of us were all falling down from laughter as we thought it hysterically funny to be mistaken for expensive whores. We never actually realized how angry Daddy was.

“Ok, man, I get it. You’re their ‘daddy’.” – The man said, using his fingers in air quotes, when he emphasized the word ‘daddy’. The man laughed, as daddy looked at him: “They’re my daughters, you sick fuck!” -He barked.

Realizing his folly, the man looked down and walked away immediately. My friends and I were laughing, calling daddy “our hero”, only to have Laura remember how the man said “you’re their daddy” and we all started calling him “our daddy”, in a very sexual way. As much as my friends were joking about it, the sound of saying “daddy”, had always turned me on. From that moment on, I couldn’t stop thinking about taking his clothes off.

All my friends kept calling him “daddy”, accenting the word like I myself normally do when him and I are alone, and all I kept thinking about was what we had done these last 2 days. It was literally driving me up the wall every second, I was regretting having my friends there. All I wanted was to fuck daddy’s brains out.

Chapter 9

We checked in the hotel only to discover mom had booked one of their finest suites for us! It was absolutely fantastic! The suite was enormous, four bedrooms, huge living room, a bar, a big balcony and a hot tub. It definitely looked like something out of a movie and we were all thrilled to be there.

My friends and I were behaving like 18 year olds do: yelling in excitement, jumping up and down, trying each other’s dresses…you know, the works. Daddy was sitting quietly in front of the TV, observing. I made it a point to walk out and model for him: from miniskirts to bikinis, I needed his eyes on me. Unfortunately, all my friends thought it was a good idea, so the next thing you know, all four of us are modeling in front of the TV, saying stuff like:

“Hey daddy look at me!”

“Who’s your favorite girl, daddy?”