Daddy's Little Girl: Bred by My Daddy 3 (erotic taboo breeding erotica) (4 page)

A moment later, my daddy returned with a
steaming hot towel.

“Here, I’ve always wanted to do this.”

He caressed my entire body, neck to toes,
exploring every nook and crevice with the intensely hot cloth. The
steam opened my sinuses, and the heat turned my skin just a little
pink. As he rubbed and cleansed me, I lay my head back against the
pillow my daddy put against the wall and closed my eyes for a
moment to just enjoy the treatment. By the time he finished,
cleaned himself off and tossed the towel in the washer, I had
started to doze.

I startled myself with a little snore.

Daddy laughed and sat down beside me, to my
surprise, fully clothed.

“Oh my God, how long was I out?” I yawned and
stretched. My shoulders popped.

“Not long, ten minutes, maybe fifteen. You
looked bushed. I figured you needed it. The little dude needed to
be changed, so I took care of him. He’s in the living room laying
in his crib batting at that alien-themed mobile you found in that
garage sale. Definitely the strangest damn baby toy I’ve ever seen,
but what the Hell, he likes it.”

I’ve got to know where he stands with all
this. Coming, staying, laying, praying, I just have to know.

“Daddy, I hate to do this, but we’ve got to
talk about all that stuff you said earlier - about mom and you
moving in with me. What are you thinking? I know you’re miserable
here, and I just want to see you happy, even if it means living a
little hand-to-mouth for a while. We’d be fine.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I know. It’s a lot to
process, but the one thing that’s sure is I can’t be away from you.
You’re mine; I’m yours. That is how this works. If I’m honest, I
was always pretty sure this is how things would end up between your
mother and I, you know? It was just a matter of time.”

“Well,” I started, and then paused for a
moment to kiss him on the cheek. “We could be sad about this, mope
around and feel bad. Or, we could take it for what it is – an
opportunity. A new start.”

My daddy, his eyes sparkling, looked down at
me and held me close against his body. I felt his heart, listened
to his breath and felt, as always, safe.

“One thing,” I said, “Promise me that you
want to do this. That you aren’t just moving up with me out of some
misplaced obligation. I want you to do whatever will make you
happy. Okay?”

“I’d never do that to you, little girl. We
were meant for each other. I really believe that. And you’re right.
I’m going to stop acting down. Do what you have to do, right? We’ll
figure it out. We always have before. It’ll be hard, but this is
what I want. I want you.”

“Good,” I said, staring in his eyes for just
a moment longer. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

A few minutes later, as I sat folding clothes
and Peter was making ridiculous faces at little Davis, I was
vaguely aware of a car door shutting outside.
Mom
. My daddy
looked over at me, his eyes serious but full of love. “Put on a
happy smile,” he said, “this is going to be tough.”

“Everything that’s worth it is, huh?” I
smiled and patted the back of his hand as he walked past.

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

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If you’re hungry for more, check out the bonus
excerpts below – I’m sure something will tickle your fancy while
you wait for Bred 4!

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Bonus Material:
Babysitting for
Daddy (rough taboo sex)

If you’re in the mood for more taboo with a
little rougher edge, Lauren’s Family Fantasies pt. 1 is for
you!

Lauren has daddy issues. Step-daddy issues
more accurately. Ever since her mom remarried, she's been
fantasizing about her step-dad Franco. When he calls her to babysit
while mom is out of town, she wears her best tight shirt and torn
jeans. When Franco returns early, and realizes she isn't wearing
any underwear, he decides to teach her a lesson she won't forget!
Scream for daddy!

Warning: this extremely explicit 3700 word
short story features a step-dad fantasy, rough sex, spanking, deep
throating, and a whole lot of discipline. May be too hot for
school, but it isn't too hot for daddy!

Excerpt:

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole
time I was at that dinner. I made up some bullshit excuse about a
stomachache and got here as fast as I could. I can’t be the only
one that feels like this,” he said, standing up and unbuttoning his
shirt the rest of the way. “If I’m out of line, just say so and
I’ll stop.”

“I... No, I mean, well, no. You aren’t the
only one. I was staring at your bed when you were gone and
fingering myself. I’ve wanted you to ram me since I met you.” I
blushed, although I’m not sure why.

“Oh my God, those tits of yours. I can’t
believe how tight that shirt is.”

He put his hands on my hips and pulled me
close. He kissed me hard and brushed his lips around the back of my
neck. His hand explored my chest, and when he figured out that I
wasn’t wearing a bra, his cock got so hard I thought his pants were
going to rip.

“Oh, you dirty little whore,” he said,
smiling. “No bra? You came here wanting to get fucked, didn’t
you?”

At first, I was offended. Then I decided to
get over myself and live it up.

“Yes, daddy.” I bit my lip a little and
looked up at him with wide open doe-eyes. “Yes daddy, I’ve been a
bad little girl, haven’t I? I promise that if you teach me a
lesson, I’ll remember it.” I cooed, apparently trying to win an
Oscar. Franco loved it.

“Get over here. I’ll show you what happens to
naughty girls like you.” He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off,
making a loop. “Pants down. You need a spanking.”

“Yes, daddy,” I said, dropping my ripped
jeans.
No panties either, I’m really naughty.

“No panties? You are a filthy thing, huh?
Look at that bald little pussy,” he ran a hand down the front of me
and nestled it between my lips for a second. “I’m gonna work you
over, inside and out. Bend down and grab your ankles, you dirty
girl.”

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Bonus Material:
Bred by the Beastmen
(reluctant gangbang breeding)

For something a little raunchier, a little
more risqué, but just as exciting, give this one a shot!

When TV show host Gina Templeton gets a hot
tip about a group of never-before-filmed beastmen living deep in an
uncharted forest, she jumps at the chance to break the story.
However, as soon as she and her team arrive on location, their
guide reveals that in all the years he’s known about the wild men,
he’s never seen a female. Will Gina be able to keep her femininity
concealed, or will the gorgeous, muscular, terrifying men of the
forest figure her out?

Warning: This 5300+ word erotic short story
features a group halfway between man and beast, a woman bound, a
forced gangbang, reluctant breeding, explicit oral and vaginal sex,
anal play, a terrified cameraman, an alpha that towers above the
rest of the beastmen, and a woman who is far more important than
she realizes.

Excerpt:

A hand around my ankle, powerful and
callused, yanked me backwards from my hiding place and into the
air. Dangling there, upside down, my khaki hiking shirt fell to my
chin. I tried to push it back up, but as soon as I did, another of
the monstrous men snatched my hand and held my wrist.

My first instinct was to scream. To kick,
bite, howl and run.

My second instinct was to let them fuck
me.

Those feelings from earlier – the heat that
rose from the base of my spine as I watched them wrestle – came
flooding back. I writhed and twisted, partially because I wanted to
get away, and partially because I wanted the savage wild men to
think I was fighting.

Maybe if they think I want to run, they’ll
hold me down, tie me up, something
.

A fist shot out in no particular direction as
I thrashed, and thumped against a hard, drawn jaw. What seemed to
be a real hay-maker on my end barely fazed the muscular creature
who just smiled back, the moonlight glinting off his muscled
chest.

Breath caught in my chest as the one holding
me aloft shook his silvery hair and let is settle around his
shoulders. His high cheekbones and full lips, drenched in shadow
but still plainly visible, took me aback. The light dusting of hair
over the lower half of his face was less beard and more fur, but
even still, I could not take my eyes off him. Something about his
severe, powerful face made me yearn for him – ache for him to fill
me with his...

And that was the first time I looked
down
.

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Daddy’s Little Girl: Bred by My Daddy 3

By Francis Ashe

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Daddy’s Little Girl: Bred by My Daddy 3

Copyright 2012 Francis Ashe

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