Too Big Taboo Bundle(35)

"Stop, Laura. Your my daughter."



"STEP-daughter," I corrected.



"I raised you since you were a baby. I bottle-fed you, changed your diapers."



"I'm a grown woman now," I whispered.



Daddy couldn't take anymore. He grabbed my face and turned it toward  him, and mashed his mouth against mine. Our lips pressed together, his  tongue dipped into my mouth and his hands groped my body, running up and  down my small curves. He grabbed my tiny breast and squeezed. My  nipples hardened to his touch. It hurt a little but was so exhilarating.



His mouth pulled away from mine. He nibbled my ear and my neck. Daddy's  hand was up my T-shirt, his fingers tweaking the hard nubs of my  nipples. His big, rough hand ran down my firm little belly, to the mound  between my legs. I gasped in surprise. My pussy ached for Daddy's cock.  His hand slid beneath the hem of my cotton panties and his fingers  caressed the folds of my pussy. I was slick with desire for him. His  fingers found my little clit and he teased it, sending shockwaves of  pleasure through my body. I was overcome by lust for Daddy. I wanted his  cock inside of me so badly that I reached for his crotch and freed his  dick from his pajamas. It sprang from the opening, and I squeezed it in  my small hands, not sure how to please a man. Suddenly I wanted to have  him in my mouth, to taste him.                       
       
           


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I rolled onto my knees and tentatively kissed the throbbing head of  Daddy's cock. My hands grasped the long hard shaft. When I licked the  tip, Daddy groaned with pleasure. It was a little salty and I breathed  in the subtle musky scent of his crotch. I slid my lips over the tip. It  barely fit in my mouth. Daddy's body was rocking gently as he fucked my  mouth. I looked up to his face, with his dick still in my mouth, and  our eyes locked.



As I watched, the expression on his face began to change. The lust in  his eyes melted and was replaced by a look of shock mixed with guilt.



"Stop," he ordered. "We can't do this."



"But I love you," I said.



"I love you too, but this is wrong. You may not be mine biologically,  but that doesn't change the fact that you're my little girl. I'm sorry."



I began to cry softly on his bed. He muttered another apology and got  up, pushing his diminished cock back into his pajamas and leaving the  room. I felt rejected and was even more confused than ever. Nothing had  ever felt more right than having Daddy's hard cock in my mouth, and his  hands all over my body. My pussy was drenched, aching for him, and now  he was gone.



Tears streamed down my face for what seemed like an eternity, until I  nodded off to sleep. In the morning I found Daddy in the kitchen,  looking worn and haggard from his own restless night. He was scrambling  eggs and still wearing his pajamas.



I heard Mom's footsteps thundering down the hallway. She waddled into the kitchen and plopped down at the table.



"What is wrong with the beds in this house?" Mom complained. She turned  to me. "Your bed is even worse than mine. My back is in ruins."



Then she noticed Daddy.



"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded. "Why aren't you dressed yet? Don't you have a job to do?"



Daddy flinched ever so slightly. Mom didn't notice because she had  turned her attention to a pile of biscuits on the table. She was used to  her questions being ignored.



Daddy was quiet as we ate breakfast. The tension between him and Mom,  and him and me, was almost unbearable. I couldn't stop thinking about  the things Daddy and I had done last night, about his fingers exploring  me. Reliving the experience, I could feel dampness gathering between my  legs.



"Laura," Daddy said, snapping me from my wet daydream.



"Yes, Daddy?"



"I want you to come to work with me. I'll go in a little later than usual, so you can get ready."



Daddy had never invited me to work with him. I was a bit startled. It  didn't make any sense, after rejecting me in bed last night. Did he want  me to get a job? I had a million questions, but I didn't ask a single  one. Instead I said, simply, "Yes, Daddy."



After breakfast, I showered and changed clothes, deciding on a white  blouse and a simple, elegant skirt that clung to my narrow curves. I  looked at myself in the mirror. My high heels made my butt look rounder  than it had any right to be. I looked good. Daddy might have rejected  me, but that didn't mean I had to feel sorry for myself and not look my  best.



I made my bed, something Mom had not bothered to do, and found Daddy  waiting for me in his leather chair in the parlor, beside the front  door. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes.



"You look lovely," he said quietly.



He looked very dapper as well. Despite his sleepless night he had  cleaned up well in a gray, expensive-looking suit and an elegant blue  tie. He drove us to work. The silence permeating the car made me feel  extremely awkward, and I could not think of anything to say to break the  quiet. He parked in his reserved space at the front of his gleaming  office tower, all steel beams and dark tinted windows. Inside the  marble-floored lobby the security guard scrambled from his desk to punch  the elevator button for us.



Daddy nodded his thanks to the guard, still not uttering a word. Why was he being so quiet? Where was he leading me?



Daddy hit the button for the top floor and we whooshed upward, not  stopping until we opened on the twenty-second level. The sign on the  wall said Daddy's name. Beneath it was written "President and CEO." I  couldn't believe I had never been to Daddy's office before. The foyer  walls were made of exquisitely smooth wood, and an impeccably dressed  blonde was seated at a desk.



"Good morning, Mr. Vaughn," the woman chirped. "Welcome back!"



"Good morning, Clarissa," Daddy said. "Hold my calls."



"Yes sir," she said, smiling.



Daddy had not introduced me to his assistant, which seemed odd to me,  but I didn't dare question him. He guided me through a wide, wooden  door, his hand resting in the small of my back. His office was huge,  with floor-to-ceiling glass walls offering panoramic views of the  surrounding city. We towered over the rest of the landscape. Without  thinking I walked to the windows and looked down. The view made me swoon  a little, seeing cars drive like busy ants on the tiny streets.                       
       
           


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"Laura."



I turned, and suddenly, without warning, Daddy's lips were against mine.  Despite his ardor he was gentle this time, his lips nuzzling mine,  softly kissing me. My mouth opened slightly to accept him, and his  tongue searched mine. I was so taken aback I was powerless in his arms. I  started to fall backward, but he caught me in his strong arms and  pushed my body up against the cold glass wall.



Pinned to the glass, the city streets a dizzying twenty-two floors  below, I wrapped my legs around Daddy's waist and gave in to his  passion. He groped between my legs, his fingers slick with my gathering  wetness. I tried to unzip his trousers and he helped me, and I pulled  his long cock from his pants and stroked him to almost instant hardness.



"Take me, please, Daddy," I said.





IV.



Daddy thrust himself inside of me and I screamed in shock. His cock was  so big, it stretched me more than I thought possible. My raw pussy  throbbed with pain and pleasure as he slid in and out, in and out, over  and over, pressing my body against the cold clear wall. My head was  spinning, all my attention focused on the sensation of Daddy filling my  tight little pussy, burying every inch of his cock inside me. My entire  body shook with every thrust.



I pulled off my blouse and grasped at my tiny breasts, tugging at my  nipples through my bra, as waves of pleasure washed over me. Daddy was  fucking me harder now, driving himself deep inside my pussy, ramming me  against the wall. I moaned uncontrollably, giving in to his assault.  Powerful orgasms rocked my body. My body shook and convulsed with each  one, my twitching pussy massaging Daddy's shaft.



Daddy let out a ragged groan as he pounded into me. His sweat was  beginning to run down his face, falling on my face and tits, and I could  taste his salt. Then his body clenched and he roared like a wild  animal, filling me with his cum. It shot to the back of my pussy, hot  and wet, as my pussy tightened. I was so sore, aching from Daddy's  punishment, but I wanted him to stay inside of me forever. I squeezed my  legs around his waist, trying to draw every last drop from his dick,  letting his jism slide deep inside me.