Sharing Daddy (Taboo Erotica)

In the car, while we were driving to the mall, I saw him glance at my lips a few times. I took the freedom to casually lay my hand on his knee. He looked at my hand then he looked at me: “Sweetlips, what are you doing?”

I smiled and squeezed his knee.

“Sweetlips, we’re going to crash if you keep doing that…”

I simply ignored everything he said as I gently moved my hand upwards, towards his shorts, slowly reaching inside. I was able to touch the head as Daddy reached and removed my hand: “Behave.” He said, sort of slapping me on the wrist.

As we got to the mall, I noticed he wasn’t overly excited about being there. I realized he wasn’t that interested in shopping, like most guys. As we walked in, Daddy looked at me saying: “I’m going to the men’s department. Need to grab a couple of shirts. Meet me there?”

I nodded as I ran towards the bikini section of the store.

Half an hour later, Daddy was in the men’s fitting room lounge and I walked in wearing a bikini, modeling it in front of him.

“How do I look?” – I asked, completely aware of his wide-eyed stare. As I moved my eyes from his face to his junk, I noticed he was hard, harder than he’s ever been before. His eyes got even deeper and he stood there, contemplating his next move.

“Should I try this one as well?” – I asked, using my most innocent voice while waving a string bikini in his face. He looked at the bikini, nodded and grabbed me by my hand: “Sweetlips, you should definitely try that on. Come with me.”

Daddy pulled me in into one of the handicapped fitting stalls in the men’s section. The whole section was literally empty. As I walked in the stall, I sort of laughed and I felt him spank me, very lightly.

The moment he locked the door behind him, he turned to me and I saw his bulging dick, fully erected and ready. I realized this was it, I had finally managed to break him.

Daddy came near me, sort of gliding his hands through my arms and staring into my eyes.

“You’ve never been fucked, have you, sweetlips?”

I waved my head in disapproval, licking my bottom lip. He took my hands and guided them towards his dick, making me grab it. As I did, I started tugging, up and down, sort of massaging, until I heard Daddy moan. I smiled while looking at his face.

“So, you think this is funny huh?” – He whispered as I nodded in approval.

“I guess that means I gotta punish you, sweetlips. Daddy hates when his babygirl is naughty” – As he said this, he put his right palm on my face, slowly gliding it towards my lips. I never stopped massaging his dick. I felt it pulsating, he wanted more. Daddy opened my mouth using his thumb and his pointy finger and started putting his fingers inside my mouth: one by one, then two at a time, then one again.

“You have to suck on them, sweetlips.” – He leaned in, kissing me neck, as I moaned. He smiled, as I kept taking his fingers, licking them and sucking on them, as hard as I could. I saw him nod in approval and I knew I was doing exactly what he wanted…doing what lit his fire.

“Can you keep a secret, sweetlips?”- He whispered, leaning further into me, licking me from the neck to my ear, while gently tugging on my earlobe. I eagerly nodded, using my hands to pull him in even further. I wanted this, I wanted him so bad.

In a second, he turned me towards the table behind me and bent me over. I felt his hands gliding over my torso, then onto my ass. I heard his moans as he grabbed my ass and played with it, spreading it and closing it. In a whisk, he removed the bikinis I was wearing and spread my booty with his hands. He used one of his hands to press my back onto the table so I wasn’t able to turn around and look at him. The pressure on my back turned me on, I knew I was wet, and it was only getting worse as I finally felt his fingers on my pussy.

“Oh my, sweetlips, you’re so wet. Are you ready for Daddy?”

I tried nodding, but I couldn’t lift my head up.

“Tell me, sweetlips, do you want Daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes, Daddy! Oh please daddy! I want you so damn bad!” – I begged, realizing how turned on I was. Daddy kept rubbing his fingers on my pussy, and as I was dripping wet, I heard him unzipping his pants. I knew he was naked behind me, but I couldn’t see him. Then, I felt it: Daddy took his dick and rubbed it all the way from my asshole to my pussy and back again. This was driving me completely insane!

“Tell me sweetlips, how does this feel?”

“Give it to me, Daddy! Please, give it to me!” – I almost yelled. With this, he slapped me on my butt real hard: “You have to learn to be quiet, sweetlips. Or, you’ll be punished.”

“Yes, Daddy.” – I whispered, as I finally felt the head slowly penetrating into me.

Slowly at first, I felt the blinding pain explode through me, and as I wanted to scream, I felt his hands pressing on my booty, my back and tugging my hair, leaning in close to my ear: “Don’t you dare scream, sweetlips.” As he murmured that, I felt his dick penetrating me to the max. I felt full, I wanted to move, and to tug, to wiggle somehow, to show him how much I was enjoying it but his hands wouldn’t let me move.

Daddy kept fucking me, entering me as hard as possible while containing his moans. Deep, hard, blow by blow his fingers dug into my booty. Pain, sweet pain radiated through me. Shocks of pleasure ran deep inside of my pussy, electric currents running up and down my legs. The pain made me feel alive. Feeling the warm trail of wet juices running down my inner thighs, I did my best to arch back into him, meeting him stroke by stroke, mesmerized by the light ‘clap’ my booty made each time it hit his thighs. I could feel his deep breaths on my neck. I was fighting for air, wanting to scream but not being allowed to. My pussy was pulsating from the undivided attention and I was on the verge of havin

g an orgasm. I felt it: slowly building up from within, sneaking up on me, ready to tear to me to pieces.

Before I was able to cum, Daddy removed his hands from me and lifted me up. He took his dick in his hands and tuned me over, making me kneel in front of him. He used his hands to push on my shoulders, guiding me down on the floor. I obeyed.