Little Brats Kayla: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read online

  Kyle reclined on the bed, his cock standing straight up. Teddy had made sure the camera was a good one, so the image was clear. She could even see precum leaking from the head of her stepfather’s dick before he spread lube all over it. And the audio added a nice dimension to the whole experience. She loved being able to hear him come.

  “Easy, baby.” Kyle whispered the words, but the microphone was good enough to pick them up. “That’s my girl. Nice and slow.”

  Is he picturing me? Kayla had let this fantasy run through his mind on many occasions, but she’d never had proof until that morning, when he said her name just as he climaxed.

  She was imagining it, sliding down on that slick, hard cock, letting him split her wide open with it. She wanted it so much. Her pussy pulsed, swollen and fat, and her asshole clenched as she watched her stepfather slide the sex toy slowly down, so it finally engulfed his shaft.

  “Ohhhh fuck,” he moaned, bucking his hips up a little, as if he could bury himself just a little bit deeper. “That’s so good!”

  “Mmmm yes, Daddy,” Kayla whispered, parting her swollen pussy lips with her fingers, rubbing her juices toward her twitching little asshole. “I love it in my ass.”

  “You love it in your ass, don’t you, my dirty girl?” he murmured.

  Kayla startled, blinking at the screen, where he’d started to fuck the toy in earnest. He didn’t know she was watching, but it was as if he’d just heard her—or read her mind. Were they that much in sync?

  “Oh yeah, that’s it, let me fuck that tight ass!” he pumped his hips, lost in the fantasy.

  “Oh God, yes,” Kayla moaned, sliding her finger past the first, tight ring of muscle. “Fuck my ass, Daddy!”

  She fingered her asshole, watching him fuck the toy faster and faster, wishing he was inside of her, pounding her like that. Her breath came faster and so did his as they beat the same rhythm.

  “Take it, baby,” he urged, panting now. “Take Daddy’s cock in your ass!”

  Oh fuck. Kayla cried out when he said that, her pussy clenching, knowing he was thinking about her, picturing his stepdaughter’s ass in his hands, his cock pistoning in and out. She watched the pink rubber of the toy swallow his cock as he groaned and grunted.

  “Oh Daddy, Daddy,” she whispered, fingering her ass faster, her palm grinding against her pussy and clit. “Fuck my ass, please, please, I want it so bad.”

  Her eyes widened when her stepfather slipped from the bed, turning until his knees hit the floor. She’d never seen him do that before. He slid the Fleshlight between the mattress and box spring, wedging it in tight. Then he grabbed the mattress and started fucking the toy again, his ass clenching with each thrust.

  “Unnn unnn unnnnn.” He made low grunting noises as he drove his hips forward. Kayla could almost feel him slamming into her again and again.

  Fuck, her fingers weren’t enough. They were never going to be enough.

  “Ahhhh Kayla, baby, spread your ass for me,” he urged, fisting the sheet as he buffeted the mattress again and again, sinking his cock into the slick, tight silicone hole that only simulated what it would feel like to push his way into a real woman’s ass. “That’s it! You’re Daddy’s little ass whore, aren’t you? Say it! Tell me!”

  “Oh fuck, yes, yes, Daddy!” she cried, rocking on the bed. “I’m your ass whore! I am, I am!”

  She would be his ass whore in a heartbeat if given the chance.

  Kayla pressed harder on her pulsing clit, wiggling another finger into her ass. Then another. Ohhh, that stretch! It hurt so good! She fucked herself faster, her pussy aching to be filled too.

  “That’s it, baby, keep doing that, you’re going to get Daddy’s cum!”

  Oh yes, yes. Give me all your cum, Daddy!

  Kyle fucked his Fleshlight with a vigor that took her breath away. Oh, the fucking pounding he would give her ass! What she wouldn’t give…

  “Ahhhh fuck! Oh, tell me, tell me how much you want it,” he moaned.

  But Kayla was already moaning her reply.

  “Ohhhh yeah, come in my ass!” she begged, fucking her tight asshole with three fingers now, mashing her clit with the heel of her hand, so close to orgasm her thighs shook all on their own. “Come in my hot little asshole, Daddy! Please, please! I want to feel you come in my dirty little hole!”

  “Oh God!” he cried, gripping the edge of the bed and jerking his hips hard, plunging so deep into the anal sex toy Kayla wouldn’t have been surprised to see his cock come out the other side of the mattress. “That’s it! Oh fuck that’s it! I’m gonna fill your ass, Kayla! Take Daddy’s cum in your dirty hole! Be my little ass whore!”

  His climax roared through him and she let her orgasm flood through her. It burst like a dam, shaking her whole body, her pussy clenching, her asshole too, contracting so hard over her fingers, the waves threatened to push them out.

  “I’m your little ass whore, Daddy,” she whispered, riding those delicious waves, closing her eyes, trying to catch her breath.

  When she opened her eyes again, she saw him leaning against the mattress, panting, moaning softly. Kayla half expected her mother to burst out of the bathroom and demand an explanation. She had to have heard him call her name? But maybe it just seemed louder in her earbuds than it actually was.

  She looked at him with glazed eyes, a sheen of sweat glistening on his back as he pulled his softening cock from the toy with a groan, and knew she would do anything, anything at all, to be that man’s whore, ass or otherwise.

  Her foolish mother didn’t know what she was missing.

  With a casserole already in the oven, making the house smell great, Kayla was chopping up vegetables for a salad when her stepfather walked in the house from the garage. His clothes were rumpled but clean, meaning he’d done paperwork all day. Frustration lined his face.

  “Rough day at work?” She cocked an eyebrow at him as he followed his nose to the kitchen.

  “Yeah.” He sniffed the air, leaning over and wrinkling his nose at the salad. “What you got going on in here?”

  “Salad. Duh.” She laughed.

  “That’s not what smells so good.” He shook his head, smiling.

  “Oh, that’s the chicken stuffing casserole.” She nudged him with her hip. “And homemade bread. Since Mom’s at Aunt Kate’s all weekend, I thought I’d make us dinner.”

  “Nice.” He looked at her like he was impressed and she beamed. “Sounds great. I got time to shower first?”

  “Sure.” She shrugged, turning back to the carrots.

  Once she heard him go up the stairs and close the door to his room, she turned off the oven—the casserole only needed a few more minutes—and raced to her room. She went straight to her laptop to see what he was up to. She heard the shower running already by the time the screen came to life, smiling when she saw him walk naked to slide his box out from under the bed. It didn’t take long before he realized what he was looking for wasn’t there.

  Smiling, Kayla picked up the anal Fleshlight and headed to his room. She burst into his bedroom without knocking.

  “Kayla!” He turned to her with his arms up, ready to fight. “What the hell are you—?”

  His words halted, his arms falling to his sides, when he saw his toy in her hand.

  “Are you looking for this?” She turned the toy over in her hands, examining it, holding it up like a telescope she might be able to see through.

  He gave a strangled grunt, his mouth opened in surprise, eyebrows raised.

  “Oh, don’t deny it, Daddy.” She licked her finger and wiggled it into the little pink hole, made to simulate an anus. “I’ve watched you a million times.”

  “Wha… what?” He blinked at her. He looked pale.

  “I’ve seen you jerking it in your office.” She twisted her finger, pushing deeper. Her stepfather’s gaze was fixed on what she was doing. “Watching all those girls take it up the ass. You like that, don’t you?”

  “Kayla, give me that
.” He held his hand out, but she took a step back, shaking her head.

  “But you don’t have one of these out there.” She frowned, sliding her finger in and out of the hole. “How come? You should have one for home and office.”

  She giggled, working another finger into the toy, her eyes widening.

  “Oooohhh it’s tight, Daddy!” She brightened. “Does it feel good around your cock?”

  “Kayla,” he warned, clearing his throat, his fist tightening around the lube in his hand.

  “I love watching you fuck this thing,” she confessed. “Every time Mom goes in to take a bath, you take this out and—”

  “Kayla!” he growled. “Enough! How in the hell were you watching… you were watching me?”

  “Come here, and I’ll show you.” She left the room, expecting him to follow.

  And he did.

  Still carrying his toy, she walked into her room, leaving the door open wide. She’d left her laptop open too, still live-streaming from his room where the box sat, open on the bed, half its contents scattered over the comforter.

  “Seriously, Kayla, what the hell is this? And why do you have that?” he asked, first pointing to the laptop before gesturing toward the Fleshlight still gripped in her hand.

  “I like to watch,” she confessed. “Is that so awful?”

  “What?” He stared at the screen, trying to register what he was seeing. He’d stopped to throw on a pair of boxers, she noticed. Too bad. “You have a camera in our room?”

  “I told you, I like to watch.” She shrugged, cocking her hip and putting a hand on it. “What’s the big deal?”

  “Kayla, this is insane.” Her stepfather took a step into the room, toward her, but she didn’t move, didn’t flinch. She raised her chin, meeting his eyes. “And yes, it is a big deal. It’s a huge invasion of privacy. It’s… it’s…”

  “I know you think about me.” She licked her lips. “When you’re fucking this little toy. You want my ass, don’t you?”

  “No.” He shook his head, denying it, but he dropped his gaze to the floor. “Whatever you heard… I… I mean… I don’t…”

  “Yes.” Kayla bridged the gap between them, licking her finger again and sliding it into the toy. “Yes, you do. I heard you call my name. It’s okay, Daddy, because…”

  She slid another finger into the toy, fucking it slowly with two now, and he let out a soft moan.

  “I want it too,” she whispered, feeling her breath coming faster, her nipples hard under her t-shirt.

  “We can’t…”

  “We can,” she countered, turning around and bending over so her short skirt rode partially up over her ass, showing him the bottom of her round, lace-covered cheeks. She glanced back to see his gaze frozen on her behind, and a slow rise beginning in his boxers. That was good. That was very good.

  “I know she won’t let you.” Kayla put the toy on her bed—they weren’t going to need it anymore—and reached back with one hand to rub her behind, teasing him by inching up her skirt. “She won’t let you put it in her asshole, will she, Daddy? Poor Daddy…”

  Her shoulders pressed onto the bed, she reached back with the other hand too, trailing her nails over her skin, parting her ass cheeks. He wouldn’t be able to see her hole—her panties were still in the way—but she wanted to show him what she was missing. She parted her cheeks and let them go, over and over, seeing the way he bit his lip, his hand moving down the front of his shorts, unthinking, as if he could ease the ache of the bulge there.

  “But I will, Daddy.” Slowly, she pulled her panties aside, watching his face, feeling her pussy throb. She’d been wet for hours, thinking about how she was going to make tonight happen. “Don’t you want to put your cock here?”

  He let out a low, strangled groan, leaning back against her desk like his legs wouldn’t hold him, staring at her ass. Kayla bit her lip, using both hands to spread her cheeks wide, and used her muscles to tighten and relax her sphincter. She made her little rosebud wink at him, and her stepfather gasped, his cock straining to leap out of his boxers like he wanted to take her right then, right there.

  “Say it,” she urged. Wink, wink, wink. Like a beacon, he followed it, taking a step closer. “Tell me how much you want to fuck my ass, Daddy.”

  “Kayla, please.” His voice was strangled, but he took another step forward, hand outstretched, his cock bobbing in his shorts, as if it was made of iron and her ass was a magnet.

  “Oh please, Daddy,” she whispered. Wink. Wink. “I want you to fuck my ass so bad. I’ve never had a cock in my ass before.”

  “Oh fuck.” His hand brushed her skin. “My God, it’s so beautiful.”

  “You can touch it.” Wink. “Go ahead, Daddy.” Wink. “I want you to.” Wink. “Just touch it…”

  She moaned when he slipped a finger down the crack of her ass, stopping at the little pucker of her asshole. Now, when she flexed her muscles, she squeezed the very tip of his finger, trying to draw it in.

  “Imagine how tight it is in there,” she whispered. “How hot and tight and dirty.”

  It wasn’t entirely true. She’d showered and had thoroughly cleaned herself down there before she started dinner. But still, there was something dirty about the act, something forbidden and taboo. It made her wet just thinking about it.

  “Oh Kayla.” His other hand moved over her cheek, pushing her hand out of the way. She let him knead her flesh, parting her ass cheeks, where she was still winking her hole at him. “God, I don’t think… I don’t think I can…”

  She couldn’t believe he was going to turn her down, not now.

  “It’s yours, Daddy.” She arched her back, pushing her ass fully into his hands. “I want to be your ass whore.”

  “Holy fuck.” He swallowed, an audible click, and she moaned again when she felt his thumb pressing her asshole. “Baby, you’re so hot, you’re on fire.”

  “I am.” She wiggled her ass in his hands. “I’m on fire for your cock in my ass. Please, please. Do you want me to beg? Do you want me on my knees?”

  “Yes.” He slid his boxers down over his hips, that big, beautiful cock bobbing, pointed almost to the ceiling. “Bring your mouth over here first.”

  She moved to obey, bringing her mouth to the side of the bed where his cock stood out hard and proud now. Opening wide, she took his erection between her lips, sucking him hard, pulling him in as deep as he would go, as she’d seen them do online. She had practiced giving head to Teddy—he liked that, at least, even if he didn’t like ass fucking.

  Kyle groaned and bucked as Kayla slid off the bed to the floor, getting up on her knees to suck him. He tasted salty and she ran her tongue along the veins, around the spongy head, hearing him moan, feeling his hands move in her thick blonde hair. Using her best techniques, she wrapped her hand around the base, twisting as she sucked, keeping up a nice, steady rhythm, her eyes never leaving his.

  Her stepfather moaned and stared at her, incredulous. Finally, with a low, strangled sound, he pulled her off his cock, looking down at her with a pained expression.

  “Where in the hell did you learn that?” he asked, but when she opened her mouth to answer, he shook his head, sticking his cock back between her lips instead. “Don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.”

  She greedily sucked on him some more, reveling in the taste of him, slipping a hand underneath to cup his balls. He seemed to like it when she did that, so she handled them gently, rolling them in her hands, lightly scratching them with her nails.

  “So you want a cock in that little virgin asshole?” He murmured this as he pulled her head back, using her hair to keep her where he wanted. “You want Daddy’s cock in there.”

  “Yes,” she breathed, nodding, eager. “Please.”

  “Undress.”

  He sat on the edge of the bed as she quickly got naked, sliding her skirt and panties down over her hips and peeling off her t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra—she really didn’t need one. She turn
ed to face him, eager to begin, and saw the light in his eyes as he looked at her.

  “Do you like me?” She smiled, running her hands down over her little breasts, her belly. Her pussy ached and she cupped her mound. Her lips were completely shaved, but she left a little bit of blonde hair at the very top.

  “You’re a dream.” He held a hand out to her and she went to him. He positioned her between his thighs, running his hands over her body, exploring. She moaned when he thumbed her pink-tipped nipples. Her areolas were puffy, and probably half the size of her breasts themselves. Kyle was fascinated, taking his time, pinching them, making them purse and pucker, then sucking them between his lips.

  “Oh Daddy,” she whispered, arching toward him, wiggling between his thighs. “I like that.”

  Then he pulled her onto the bed, pressing her to her back and spreading her thighs with those big, rough mechanic’s hands.

  “Hold your knees.” He pressed them back and she did as he asked, exposing herself completely to his gaze.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispered, his breath warm on her belly as he leaned over to kiss her navel. Then he settled between her legs, holding her open with his palms, looking at her.

  “Do you like it?” Kayla bit her lip, trying to see what he was doing.

  “I’m going to eat you alive.”

  She cried out when he lowered his mouth to her pussy. The man knew exactly what he was doing. She’d been eaten out before and she liked it, but Teddy didn’t like doing it very much. She usually had to straddle his face and suck his cock at the same time to get him to do it, which was hella distracting. It was hard to concentrate. But she’d never been eaten out like this before.

  “Daddy! What are you doing?” she cried, as his tongue slipped lower, teasing her hole, while his fingers stayed at the top of her cleft, rubbing her clit. Then his tongue slipped lower still, surprising her so much she almost let go of her legs.