Socially Unacceptable (24 page)

When he finished, he stayed deep to kiss her
tits and pant against them. Slowly, they both caught their breath
and strived to keep her hips high enough she didn’t lose any more
creamy drops.

“I’m looking forward to showing you and your
tight, little pussy how much you mean to me night after night from
here on out,” he said, speaking against her tender, pink skin like
he was intimately talking to her tits.

“Me, too,” Jill said. She didn’t want to
leave the camper now that they were in it. “This is going to be
perfect.”

“I think so, too. I’m going to give you wet
kisses every day, fuck you at night, and take you while you sleep
when I can’t resist the urge. I can’t think of a better life. I
really can’t.”

Jill cupped her daddy’s cheeks, and
affectionately licked the tip of his nose. “You poor thing. You
must be so horny at night. I hope you know it’s okay. I don’t mind
I’m just now finding out that you’ve had sexomnia before and
accidently had me in my sleep.”

“You love me enough that I can get away with
anything,” he said with a grin, and she was happy to see he knew it
down to his being. “If I didn’t know that, I wouldn’t have come
into your room. So don’t feel too bad about my sexsomnia. I’m not
struggling, okay? Don’t worry your sweet little buns for another
second.”

“That’s good your sexsomnia isn’t too bad.”
It wasn’t his fault he had the condition and she didn’t want him to
feel ashamed.

“Yeah, it’s a super mild case,” he said, and
smiled. He kissed her, and held her like she was the most precious
person in the world for caring about him as much as she did, but
the feeling was mutual. She’d do anything to see her daddy happy.
“I’d say most of the time I don’t even really have it. It’s more
like for special occasions.”

“Like holidays?”

“No, it’s a lot more often than that. It’s
whenever I’m in the mood. Maybe I’ve seen the panties you wear to
bed or I can’t seem to stop thinking about how wet our last kiss. I
have a really intense need to have lots of unprotected sex while
you sleep. It’s more like a kink then sexsomnia. But I won’t feel
bad about cumming in you without you knowing about it.” He pumped
his cock into her, giving her a taste of how quickly he could get
stiff again. “You take it during the day like you live for my seed
and you know the effect you have on my dick, so…you love me.”

“That’s right,” she said. “I don’t mind being
your most wild fantasy that you can’t resist. It’s a compliment,
really.”

“That’s how I mean it. It’s definitely a
compliment. You’re really are good to your daddy! I’m really lucky!
And I try to be really good to you.”

After that night, Hartman’s sex drive got
unpredictably out of control. For several months she kept waking up
nightly to the vigor of him taking her, despite them fucking till
midnight each evening. But of course, she didn’t want him to feel
bad about it, and from that day on, she never failed to ease his
mind by giving him a very wet kiss any time she caught him with his
pants down.

Taking Advantage

On a scale of one to ten, Jezebel’s
frustration was a solid ten. After discovering erotica, she’d been
reading steamy book after book for three days. As an
eighteen-year-old virgin, her insides were in terrible, tight
knots. No matter how many long hours passed after finishing her
last taboo tale, her cramps never subsided. She couldn’t sleep, sit
still without fidgeting, ignore her burning core, or even think
straight. The mind did funny things to a sex deprived girl.
Suddenly she was very curious about Brandon’s cock, her guardian
for the last two years.

When Brandon showered the day before, Jezebel
actually thought about hiding in his closet to touch herself while
watching him dress. The only thing stopping her was fear he’d
choose clothes from among the hangers. Instead of being impulsive,
she played with her clit in the confines of her room. The temporary
relief didn’t satisfy long. The burning desire quickly returned and
Jezebel once again dived into another kinky account to masturbate.
The authors taught her all about naughty names for body parts, sexy
dirty talk, and exactly how to make fucking fun. Jezebel wanted to
experience all the exciting things she read.

As a hot mess, she quietly sat next to
Brandon for movie night. Her thoughts weren’t on the screen but how
she practically brushed her hand up against his dick every time she
dug into the bag of caramel corn.

Purposefully, she lightly scratched his
zipper while pretending to collect a handful. She refused to sneak
in a quick glance in his direction as she tested the limits. The
thrill of what she did, stealing soft strokes, stirred such
excitement her breath caught with each swipe. Jezebel knew how
wrong it was to touch his dick, but the overpowering desire to
graze his shaft came at great reward. After gathering kernels, she
let most go, took a couple, and ate it before briefly caressing her
palm down his groin again. She felt him up, curious if he was hard.
Being subtle, she could never tell if he was rigid or if he filled
out his jeans by being big. More than anything, she desperately
wanted to know how long and thick he grew when stiff.

For the two hours he spent immersed in the
suspenseful thriller, she fixated on his size and discretely
caressed.

“There is a major plot flaw,” Brandon
heckled, “and I couldn’t buy it that entire time. And I love
stories about psycho murderers not remembering they killed because
that can actually happen…just not this one.” Brandon continued to
complain as he turned on the lights and proceeded to take out the
rental. Jezebel followed his movements, proud of herself because
she swore his tight groin protruded with an erection, but then
again he came from a generation that wore fitted jeans. In his
professional life, however, he dressed up in freshly pressed suits
and ties as a CFO for a company called Emersion. Both sides of him
were appealing. Brandon enveloped the image of what every
hot-blooded man should look like, act, and be—including the
potential of having a very naughty relationship as her strict
daddy.

Her head turned to the side as Brandon bent
over to take out the DVD. He had a firm ass, perfect for hours of
working out with deep plunging thrusts. Jezebel didn’t know how
often he got action, though. All his flings were in weekend
getaways in another town, and she had yet to meet a single woman
her dad had enough interested in to bring home. She didn’t even
know his type, or if Jezebel qualified. She imagined him with well
dressed businesswomen who settled for raunchy sex set by
schedule.

Maybe the sort he went for didn’t matter. All
Jezebel really cared about was seeing his shaft hard once in her
life.

“Jezzy?” Brandon stood in front of her with
his head tilted, mimicking her cheek resting on her palm. She
snapped out of her long gape and grinned at him. “You’re staring
like you can see through the wall. Are you tired? You haven’t been
getting more than a couple hours sleep each night.”

“No.” She couldn’t stop her brain from
rehearsing sordid sex scenes until exhaustion and deliria set in.
Once she orgasm a few times, and swore not to think another thought
about daddy/daughter fucking she’d pass out in a minute—probably
smiling as she dreamed bazaar situations where she convinced her
dad to let her fuck him.

“Well, I’m beat.” He stretched, and his shirt
lifted as he yawned. He had a spray tan, abs he obsessed over, and
a waxed body. The sight of his tense muscles seemed to prove his
cock was equally firm and well worked out.

One look—that was all Jezebel begged for. She
bet he was hung like a horse. Before Brandon divorced his ex for
secretly gambling away half a million dollars, the two constantly
screwed and Jezebel could hear pleasurable screams praising his
huge cock. Knowing sounds of Brandon in action and now reading
about how incredible fucking could be, Jezebel bet her daddy was a
master in the sack. Her pussy was so wet and achy thinking about
his glorious, thick muscle. If she could get away with fucking her
daddy, she’d definitely consider all the risks and immediately take
the leap.

Brandon scooped down, brushed her bangs to
the side, and kissed her forehead. “Want to sleep in my room
tonight? I know from experience that having a warm bed helps people
sleep better.”

Jezebel gaped at him, surprised he offer. She
had tits and ass, a big ass at that, and lost her girlish looks
years ago when her bust no longer fit into a C cup. They’d be two
adults lying in a bed. How the fuck would she keep her hands to
herself?

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” he quickly
added, probably because her eyes popped open wide and she stared.
He clearly proposed the sleep aid without intention, but Jezebel no
longer occupied innocent thoughts. “It’s just a suggestion.”

“I know. You didn’t say let’s cuddle naked,”
she said with a laugh so he wouldn’t continue to worry. She only
wished he
did
mean something by asking her to share his bed,
because two hours of teasing him and obsessive thoughts made her
uncomfortable with craving. With a devilish grin, she knew just
what she would do.

“Maybe later.”

She’d wait until he fell into a deep sleep,
and then get in bed with him, just to pull back the covers and take
a look. The moment she’d see his dick would finally arrive. She was
so close to sneaking a peak her mouth watered.

Regrettably, because her heart should have
remorse but didn’t, it was necessary to take advantage of him. Her
aching core would never ease until she had some satisfaction. She’d
have her one long, glorious look, turn into her own bed, have a
wild, kinky fantasy about her sexy daddy, and then sleep well.

“Okay.” He smiled down at her and squeezed
her chin. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, daddy.”

As he left, he tore off his shirt. Her
stomach fluttered. Undressing while heading to his room came as a
nightly ritual before showering and turning in. Jezebel loved how
he could capture her attention. She hoped like hell he did it on
purpose, but what did she know about men?

Jezebel stared at the spot she last saw her
dad’s amazing chest, abs, and strong back, and slowly opened her
legs. The need for relief inset so strongly she risked getting
caught out in the open, but the thrill of him seeing her panties
wrenched to the side, pink pussy exposed, and a finger slowly
circling her clit sparked intense arousal.

In her mind, she pictured his cock. His meat
had to be a beautiful, stiff shaft so thick it bent in weight and
throbbed out glistening beads of pre-cum. She imagined his entire
body was a dream. In her fantasies, he certainly looked flawless
and his dick so delicious she climaxed to thoughts of sucking him.
Faster and faster she stroked until she peaked sooner than she
wished, but daddy knew how to make his baby girl cream. She didn’t
want to stop thinking about him naked or cease enjoying pleasure.
It only took a few short minutes and the intense but unfulfilling
orgasm came to an end.

Jezebel wanted to draw out the experience,
and while wishing she could spend more time enjoying Brandon
fucking his baby girl, she realized how she could. She’d first put
all her thoughts down on paper, getting a long daydream of him out,
and then she’d masturbate, hopefully getting the much needed
release. All her desire would be fulfilled. Inspiration began to
flow before she gathered paper.

She found a notebook from the kitchen, ripped
off the grocery list, and then took the thick pad to the table and
began to write. Her carnal thoughts, so wild and lewd she swore to
destroy the story after she finished, poured from her mind to the
pen.

The erotic story began with Brandon
desperately wanting her, with the same yearning that ruled her.
They shared a deep, forbidden habit. He demanded she cater to him
the moment he got home. Clothed in skimpy lingerie, she had to bend
over the armrest of the couch with knees on a cushion, waiting for
her daddy to return from work. Then he spent all night fingering
her pussy and licking her slick slit between sips of his beer.

The detail she added made the tantalizing
story feel real, and by the time she experienced his deep strokes
to her g-spot with a strong finger, Jezebel couldn’t sit still. She
rocked in her seat, wishing her daddy touched her just like she
described. She explained in length how he tasted her juices, loudly
groaned while sucking on his finger, and attentively dipped back
into her to hear her moan. Leaving out no small account, she had
her daddy stretch her virgin pussy by penetrating countless times
with an impressive dick. Each time he mounted the couch and her, he
worked his shaft in and left his head pressed against her back wall
for longer durations until his monster cock no longer stung. Then
when he couldn’t stand it anymore, he fucked her hard, slapping his
hips against her ass, driving her into the armrest and crashing his
plump, purple end into her depth. They went at it fast and vicious,
just as the erotica told her sex was, until finally he ejaculated a
jet of hot cum into her, and that was only the beginning.

Again and again he stuffed his rigid girth
into her, drilled her till he pumped so much semen into her it
dripped down her parted legs. Between each servicing, he went back
to drinking his beer and fingering her pussy like he owned her hole
and could do what he wanted to Jezebel. Making a full night of
fucking, he nailed her into the couch so many times they were both
exhausted.

By the time Jezebel finished the novella,
concluding with
and they repeated the ritual from that night
on
, the tale took up half the notepad and she was plagued with
unbearable torment. She masturbated twice, even managed to
painfully penetrate a finger inside, but not deep enough or with
massage that could ease her tight cramping walls. Her core ached
with heat like never before. Her craving doubled her frustrations,
when she never imagined her lust could get worse.