Dirty, Sexy, Taboo (12 page)

“What if we can’t?”

“We have to.”

She looked plainly unhappy with that deal and I couldn’t blame her. I didn’t much like it either but I knew it was the only way. I kissed her deeply and wondered how I was going to get over her and stick to my demand, but for the moment, I just wanted to saturate my brain with memories of how she sounded, tasted, and looked when I was fucking her.

Maisy slid down my body and took my cock into her mouth, gently bathing it with her tongue, sucking it sweetly until she’d coaxed it back to life. Her tongue traced a sensuous trail down the seam of my ball sac and I shuddered at the contact. Unbelievably, I was ready to go again, my cock jutting out, seeking that slick heat once more. “On your knees,” I instructed softly and an excited light shone in her eyes as she moved to do as I told her. I positioned her so that her legs were wide and her back was arched. “You have the most amazing ass,” I said, running my hands over the plump cheeks before giving them an adoring squeeze. I pulled her cheeks apart and she whimpered a little when I’d exposed her little asshole. “I wish we had more time…I’d love to fuck that ass.”

She shuddered as if the idea excited her, too. “Do it, Daddy,” she pleaded, almost too quietly to be heard. I gave her ass a little smack and she jumped, then groaned. “Yes, do it, Daddy. I want to know what it feels like to be totally fucked by you. I want your cock everywhere I can take you into my body.”

I knew I wouldn’t rest until I’d fucked Maisy every way possible, that she’d remain in my mind and in my dreams taunting me until I’d claimed every inch of her. “You got it, baby,” I murmured, moving behind her slick her ass with my saliva. I’d have preferred lube but the barn was going to remain our special place and I didn’t want to leave for anything. Once I’d slicked her up good enough, I worked her clit with my fingers, gently at first then with steady pressure until she was wiggling her ass, almost gyrating with her need to get fucked.

“Relax,” I instructed softly, slowly putting my cock at her pink rosebud. It was tighter than her pussy, almost refusing to budge.

“It hurts, Daddy,” she said, a little distressed.

“I know…it’ll get better. Trust me,” I crooned to her, using more spit to work a finger in first. She relaxed a bit and I continued to work her ass until I could get the head of my cock in. I pushed in slowly, giving her time to adjust and relax. “Arch your back, baby,” I told her, grunting as my cock went deeper into her ass. If I thought her pussy was amazing, her ass was phenomenal. “That’s it, baby…that’s it…”

“Ohh, my God…that feels….goooood,” she said, somewhat surprised. “Ohh, yes…” she gasped, when I started a steady rhythm of sliding in and out. Soon she was moving like a cat in heat, demanding more. “Deeper!” she urged me on, her ass cheeks jiggling with the force of my cock pounding her backside.

I was buried to my balls in her ass, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long this time. The friction, the taboo, everything combined, was an explosive combination and within minutes I was getting ready to blow a load in her ass. “I’m gonna cum, baby,” I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut as another load hurtled out of me, coating her ass with my cream. I couldn’t stop; I felt as if every drop of moisture in my body was pouring into hers at that moment. By the time I withdrew, I was totally and completely spent. I didn’t think I could move again for at least thirty minutes or more. But I knew she hadn’t reached her orgasm yet and I wasn’t about to quit until she’d shuddered with completion, too. I dragged myself to her and buried my face gleefully in her pussy and stuck my finger in her ass. She gasped but soon my tongue had her crying out, shaking and quivering beneath my mouth. Maisy came with a mewled cry that was as sweet as it was carnal.

My darling, shy step-daughter was a she-beast in bed. And I was one lucky bastard.

It was a long moment before either of us could speak. The sun would be up soon. We’d spent the entire night in the barn, fucking each other sidewise. I had no regrets, save one: I wanted her forever. But I knew that wasn’t possible. People would say terrible things and we’d never live it down. Eventually, the censure of others would twist what was great between us and I never wanted to regret this moment.

“Are you sure you won’t change your mind?” Maisy asked, her tousled blond hair only making her hotter than ever before, if that were even possible. I tucked her hair behind tenderly her ear. She smiled and said with suggestion in her tone, “We could do this every night, you know.”

“I’d never get any work done and who would tend the cattle?” I joked, then sobered, saying, “Maisy Mae…what we had tonight was the best of my life. I want to keep it that way.”

She seemed to understand and nodded. I helped her to her feet and we dressed silently. I supposed everything that had to be said, had been said already. To draw it out was unnecessarily cruel to the both of us.

She’d leave for college and I’d return to that guy who’d once been married to her mama. Maybe she’d visit, but something told me she wouldn’t and I figured that was probably best, too.

Truth be told, I’m not sure I’d be able to stick to my guns if she were to push the issue. Already I missed the feel of her tits in my mouth, her clit under my tongue. But someone had to be the voice of reason…right?

Yeah, sucked that it was me.

I watched as she disappeared behind her closed door and I wondered how life might’ve been different if only I hadn’t married her mama. I wouldn’t know this sweet torture but then I wouldn’t know the pleasure either.

I lifted my fingers to my nose and inhaled deeply, wishing I could bottle her scent to keep forever. I wanted to remember how she smelled when she came, how she tasted when my face was buried in her slit. I trudged to my bedroom and closed the door.

By the time I got up a few hours later…she was gone just as we’d discussed. But there was a note taped to the refrigerator. It read:

Until winter break…

Maisy Mae

I stared at the note, unable to comprehend what she was saying but then it dawned on me and a slow, excited smile began to form that I couldn’t deny.

She would always come home to me.

Always.

I’d been a fool to think it would be any other way.

She was my girl and I was her Daddy…and that’s just the way it was going to be.

And hot damn, I couldn’t wait for winter break!

By Alexx Andria

Copyright 2011 by Alexx Andria

I have a secret. It’s something I’ve been doing —
 
legally —
 
since I turned eighteen a few months ago and I don’t have any intentions of stopping but keeping my secret does require a little discretion.

I know, I know, stop being such a tease and spill what the secret is already…

Well, if you’re a purveyor of the fine art of fucking, you might have seen my work. Yeah, you guessed it…I’m a porn star. Well, not exactly a star —
 
yet —
 
and I stress,
yet
,  because I’m damn good at what I do, which is practically everything, and I plan to be the best out there as soon as possible.

We live in Los Angeles, which is like the Porn Capital of the United States and it was really easy to get into the business. All I had to do was talk to the right people, show proof of my age, and my willingness to fuck, suck or do whatever, and bam! I was in my first production. Granted, it wasn’t like, the best; the production value was for shit but it was a good learning experience and I used it to get me through the doors of the better production companies. Within a few short months I was bumping uglies with some of the best in the business and I was making decent money without having to go work retail while I saved for my first year of college. Yeah, you heard that right, college. Just because I have questionable morals doesn’t mean I’m not smart because I am. In fact, I plan to major in business because I want to own my own business someday, but that’s off topic. Back to my point.

My mom and step-dad are both ultra conservative and they’d go into shock if they discovered what I was doing to earn my money. And frankly, I’m not into the drama that the discovery would create so I keep my career on the down-low. My mom married Neil when I was sixteen and he seemed like a decent guy, if not a bit stiff, and we got along as long as he didn’t try to tell me what to do. I never considered him a father figure —
 
I was much too old for that by the time he came into the picture —
 
and he never pushed the issue.

But I should tell you, Neil isn’t hard on the eyes. I was shocked when my mom first brought him around because my mom isn’t the type to go for hard-bodied studs but that’s exactly what Neil is. I can tell he’s the bossy type even though he never crossed that line with me because he never framed requests as a question but rather a foregone conclusion that you would comply. I have to admit, I thought that was kinda sexy. I’m also not above admitting that I’d fantasized about having a go-‘round with dear Daddy but aside from the obvious obstacle of my mom in the way, I was busy getting it six ways from Sunday elsewhere so I didn’t pursue the possibility.

Until that night…

My mom —
 
who is a workaholic I forgot to mention —
 
was on a business trip to China for a week and it was just me and Neil bopping around the house, staying out of each other’s way while we went about our business.

At least that’s what I thought.

I soon discovered there was more to Neil than met the eye.

I glanced up from my iPad where I was looking at some of the stills from my last film, “Caroline Likes Cunt,” and saw Neil framed in the doorway. His expression was hard, his mouth a firm line as he took in my appearance with a critical eye. Even though I was wearing next to nothing, I didn’t rush to cover up. It was my room —
 
if he didn’t like what he saw, he could leave. “What can I do for you, Daddy?” I asked, secretly delighting in the way his face flushed every time I called him that. I paused on a particularly flattering shot of me blowing a nice fat cock, and then powered the machine down. I frowned when I saw a DVD in his hand. “What’s that?”

He showed the front. “You tell me.” I peered more closely and it was my turn to flush. It was my first porn title and it was clearly me on the cover getting a facial. He tossed it to the bed. “How long have you been selling yourself for money?” he demanded.

There were two ways I could play this: feign innocence and lie my fucking ass off as I adamantly denied that the woman on the cover was me; or I could just admit it and deal with the fall out. Decisions, decisions…

“Well?” he prompted, though for a split second his gaze had strayed to the curve of my ass barely concealed in my boy-short style pajamas. Had he? I wasn’t entirely sure but the possibility was enticing. Could I seduce my step-daddy into keeping my secret? Had he fantasized about my mouth on his cock the way I’d fantasized about his mouth on my clit? I supposed there was only one way to find out.

“What would you like me to say?” I asked, pushing myself up from my prone position. The tiny T-shirt I wore was two times too small and I knew the swelling underside of my D-cup tits were plainly visible. Again, his gaze strayed, only this time, his eyes lingered for a full second and I knew he wanted me, even if he was fighting that desire with everything in him.

“I want you to say…” he hesitated, clearly flustered. “I don’t know. There’s no point in denying it. I know it’s you.”

“Yep. It’s me. So now what?”

“Does your mother know?”

I made a face. “Of course not. And I want it to stay that way.”

“She should know,” he disagreed, shaking his head. “And I want you to stop.”

“Why would I do that?” I asked, curious. “I like it.”

His eyes widened but his tongue snaked out to slide along his lower lip almost subconsciously as his Adam’s apple bobbed. “You do?”

I realized my opportunity and I started to crawl slowly toward Neil on my hands on knees. “Yes,” I purred with a coy look. “I love to fuck. Don’t you?” I asked sweetly.

My pointed question shook him and he looked torn between running from the temptation I represented and giving into the bone-jarring lust that was gripping him by the short hairs. I rather hoped the latter won out.

“Carlie,” he started, shocked when I didn’t back down. I pulled my top free and my tits bounced in full view. Now, I have to tell you, I have great tits. My porn director said they were the rare kind —
 
full and ripe without silicone, firm as cantaloupes, and great for sucking and fucking —
 
so when I pulled my top off, I knew Neil’s resistance didn’t stand a chance. And I wasn’t wrong.

I toyed with the light pink areolas, pinching the nipples until they hardened into tight berries. “Like what you see, Daddy?”

He groaned and his hand squeezed the DVD so hard, the case cracked with a soft crunch. “What are you doing?” he asked, almost pleading with me. “Don’t do this.”

“Do what?” I asked innocently, slicking my fingers with saliva and then teasing my erect nipples. I shivered when the cool air made the skin pucker even harder. Then I wiggled out of my boy shorts, slow and seductive. My bare pussy caught his gaze and held it. I slid my fingers down to my slit and teased the moist skin, already excited. “Don’t you want a taste?” I asked.