Little Brats Paula: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read online

  “You want this from me, and everything it stands for, everything it means, don’t you, Paula?”

  “No, please... don’t...” She slowly shook her head, tears leaking down her cheeks.

  “Come to me. Let me give you what you want… what I want to give you. What we both need.”

  She was already moving before he spoke. She didn’t stand, but climbed down from her perch on the couch and crawled to him, her face level with his crotch, the scent of his sex rising in her as she moved to him, her own scent rising as her belly fluttered with fear and desire and her pussy swelled and dampened.

  She stopped, her head between his legs, he sat back in his chair.

  “Your body knows, doesn’t it?”

  Paula’s face flushed and she looked up at her stepfather, biting her lower lip, and nodded her head as she looked into his eyes. He held her with his firm, unyielding gaze, not demanding, but commanding, and she was surprised to see something deeper there, deeper than the heat they were burning in together.

  What she saw in his eyes could only be love.

  She felt guilty.

  She lowered her eyes, lowered her head, wanting his forgiveness, his strength, his approval, as she nuzzled his hardening cock with her cheek and chin through his pants.

  “You’ve always been such a good girl,” he murmured. “And no one has told you that.”

  She looked up at him, lapping up his praise, like a hungry kitten, starving for it. She reached up to unbuckle his smooth leather belt.

  “Tell me,” she said.

  “Even with all that you’ve lost, all you never even had a chance to say good-bye to, you never let your fire die.”

  She fumbled with his belt, working mostly by touch through the blur of hot tears, tugging the corner of his pants to free it from the button. Her fine motor skills seemed lost to her body’s rising need. The stupid button caught on each tug until she finally yanked too hard, sending it flying to clatter on his desk.

  “You’ve put up such strong defenses to hide that good little girl. But she’s still there, isn’t she? Still waiting. Lost.”

  Paula, desperate with need, unzipped his pants, pulling them open, tugging down the elastic of his boxer briefs, and found his big hard cock with her hands. It was seconds before she had it in her salivating mouth. She sucked and swallowed with such urgency she actually gagged. She was so hungry for him, hungrier than she had ever felt for anything, hungrier than she had ever allowed herself to feel.

  “Easy... that’s a good girl... slow down, not all at once, I’m not going anywhere...”

  His hand moved to her head and he gently gripped her hair to tug her back.

  They both watched three quarters of the length of his cock slide out of her mouth dripping with thick saliva and her tears. She wiped her already-messy mouth, looking up into his eyes, seeking whatever direction he might give.

  “Start here.” He pressed her head down between his legs, lifting his hips to push down his pants and boxer briefs with his free hand. One of her cheeks brushed against his thigh while the other felt the warmth of his hard cock against it. She felt his ball sac brush her lips and she knew what he wanted.

  She tried to get her mouth over both of his balls, but couldn’t. Instead, she sucked only one of them, hearing him gasp with pleasure. That sound entered her pussy, making it tingle. She smiled as much as she could with a testicle into her mouth, fondling the other with one hand and finding his cock with the other.

  Playing over the smooth skin—he shaved too—with her tongue, she felt him giving himself to her. The movements he made, the soft sounds in his throat, the way his hand moved through her hair. Tears welled up at her first experience of mutual pleasure, something shared. She wasn’t apart from this, she was a part of it.

  She wrapped her fist wrapped around his shaft, stroking his big cock, surprised by how much of her hand the head of his cock filled as she tugged out the length of him.

  “That’s a good girl...” He praised her, petted her. “Isn’t that easier than starting with that big cock you’re pumping with your hand?”

  Paula nodded her head while she sucked and fondled her stepfather’s balls. She gave his dick a squeeze and pumped it faster, both to express her appreciation and because it excited her.

  “That makes me feel so good,” he murmured, an admission that thrilled her. “Do you know that?”

  Paula nodded her head and her stepfather’s balls popped out of her still-hungry mouth, her lips now reddened and swollen. She licked her lips, savoring the musky taste. She let go of his cock, hard and hot in her hand, and it sprang up, slapping his stomach before settling, jutting out at a forty five degree angle above her head.

  Smiling, she quickly licked and kissed the shaft underneath, tasting him on her tongue, a touch more acidic here. She enjoyed the rush and jolt through her body, from her mouth to her alive little cunt, as she kissed and licked him. She actually purred in her belly before gathering and cupping both of his big balls in both of her hands, massaging the loose sacs, playing with them.

  Then she began licking his testicles again, her tongue darting, flicking, lathering and lapping him, smacking her lips between, enjoying the taste of him in her mouth.

  She licked and licked, feeling like the kitty she was, happily servicing the big tomcat who had taken her in, made her his own. She made his balls wet, so that they were dripping with her saliva. Her big tom had grabbed his own girth and pulled it up, making his ball sac more accessible and taut for her.

  She cupped his sac with both hands and greedily licked further underneath him, teasing the tight skin between his balls and his asshole, smiling at his moans of pleasure. She rocked her own hips, feeling a new sensation blooming her blossoming cunt.

  She had never felt so open, so vulnerable, and so happy to offer herself to anyone. She was letting her defenses down, letting go of control, even turning over control.

  Was this trust? No, it was sheer bliss.

  She had kept her defenses up for so long she had forgotten they were there, had forgotten what the bliss of surrender felt like.

  “Oh yes, that’s my good girl.” He slowly stroked his cock, just the underside of it, against his hard lower belly. It covered the trail of fur that ran from the base of his cock to his navel.

  Paula sighed happily at the sight of his treasure trail, looking forward to following it up and down with fingers and tongue. His hand, as he stroked his cock, moved in syncopated rhythm with her mouth and tongue on his balls. His other hand petted her head as it bobbed between his legs. She mewed for him.

  “Now, my good girl, I want you to listen.”

  Still stroking his cock with one hand, he used the other to nudge her head up, first with his fingers on her cheek, then under her chin. Paula didn’t want to give up her position and she resisted at first, still lapping and licking, finally giving a small nip with her teeth at his balls and giving a scratch to their underside of his sac to show her displeasure at her toy being taken away.

  He laughed and smiled down at her as she lifted her displeased face to him. She turned her nose up, arching her eyebrows, doing her best to express that she was sorry, but not too sorry.

  He put his fingers under her chin, tilting her head, raising her eyes to look into his.

  “I want you to listen. Are you listening?”

  “Yes. I’m listening.” It was true. “Tell me whatever you want.”

  “Yes, you are listening. Good girl. Do you think this pretty little mouth of yours is ready for my cock now?”

  “Yes! Oh, yes!” Paula nodded her head, eyes widening in eager anticipation. She no longer cared that she had lost all volition and was hanging on her stepfather’s every desire like a schoolgirl seeking the praise of her teacher.

  “That’s my girl.” Her stepfather smile warmly at her and it made her shine from the inside out. It also made her pussy practically drip, and she shivered a bit.

  “What is it, sweetheart, what�
��s wrong?”

  “Nothing...”

  “It’s ok, you can tell me if you like, but you don’t have to tell me. Do you want to stop for now?”

  “No...” she protested, squirming. “It’s just that...”

  “It’s just that what, sweetheart?”

  “It’s just that my pussy feels so good…” She looked up at him, bewildered. “I don’t understand…”

  “Oh, my sweet girl,” he breathed, touching her cheek.

  “It feels so good… I don’t…” She shook her head again, swallowing. She’d gotten off a hundred, a thousand times, masturbating to orgasm, a final, breathless release, but this wasn’t that. This was something else. Something bigger, deeper. It spread from her pussy through her whole body.

  “Tell me.” He stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “What does it feel like?”

  “It kind of aches, like its hungry... like my pussy’s hungry...” She slid a hand down to cover it and her eyes widened at the heat, the throbbing of the blood pumping there. Christ, her pussy was so wet it had begun to soak through her jeans!

  “You’ve never felt that before, a big girl your age, with all your experience, with all those lovers?” he asked, bemused.

  “I just never...” Paula felt the sharp sting of shame and looked away, turning her head down and pulling away from the fingers under her chin.

  “You’ve never surrendered.” He finished her sentence. He wouldn’t let her turn away. His fingers went under her chin again, turning her face back up. “You’ve never given yourself over to it. To anyone. Have you?”

  “No...” she confessed in a whisper. “I haven’t.”

  “You’re beautiful, you know, inside and out,” he told her. “If our skin or our hearts never come in contact again, I want you to know how beautiful you are. Always.”

  “Oh, Phillip. I feel that from you.” She did. She really did. “I can see it in your eyes, and I can feel it in your body—holy God, can I feel it in your body!—but why can’t I feel it in my own body, in my own heart? Am I empty, hollow? What’s wrong with me?”

  “There’s a part of you I still haven’t reached yet, that you keep closed off. I haven’t touched you there yet. It’s the part of you that most wants to be reached, that most wants to be touched, that most wants to be held...” he told her softly, and she felt herself opening at his words. “That most wants to be fucked wide open... and it’s the part of you that trusts the least. Maybe I’m not the man that will touch that part of you.”

  “Oh, God, Phillip, you so are. If it’s not you, then I can’t imagine...” She swallowed, shaking her head. “It is you, I know it’s you, I can feel it... I just...”

  “You just what, beautiful girl?”

  “I just feel scared... and I feel angry at myself for feeling scared... I just feel so childish.”

  “And it would surprise me if you didn’t. You hid that part of you away when you were just a girl, and I’m deeply honored that you and she trust me enough to reveal her.”

  Tears flowed from Paula’s eyes. She wondered how she could feel so much pain, be so scared and happy and so fucking hot all at the same time.

  “I don’t know what to say, Phillip... don’t know what to do... with you, for you, to you... you have to tell me. You have to, and I’ll listen, and I’ll do it. I’ll be a good girl.”

  “You are.” He smiled.

  “I want to grow up for you, with you, because of you... I’ve never felt this before...” She quivered with emotion.

  “Well, when we find something that works we should ride that wave as far as it takes us, if we’re brave enough to catch it...” His hand moved through her hair. “And you are so that brave. Let’s start there. We’ll keep going with what’s working. Now, again, who am I too?”

  “I still don’t understand...” She shook her head.

  “Yes, you do... who am I to you... right now? It may change over time, surely it will, but who am I to you, right now?”

  “My... Daddy...?”

  “Are you asking or telling?” He smiled warmly and lifted her chin with his fingers again, her tears wetting his fingertips.

  “Telling.” She smiled through her tears.

  “So, who am I to you now?”

  “My daddy.”

  “That’s right. And who are you?”

  “I’m your good little girl.”

  “I’m you’re good little girl… what?”

  “I’m your good little girl, Daddy.”

  “That’s right. You’re my good little girl. You’re Daddy’s good little girl. Let me hear you say it.”

  “I’m Daddy’s good little girl.” Something in her broke open. She felt it, didn’t understand it, but it flooded her with feeling. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand up and her nipples grow as hard as glass.

  “Again.”

  “I’m your good little girl, Daddy,” she breathed, moaning at the way her pussy throbbed.

  “Now, does Daddy’s good little girl want Daddy’s big hard cock in her pretty little mouth?”

  “Yes, Daddy, oh, yes,” she agreed. “I want your big hard cock in my pretty little mouth.”

  “Good. That’s my good girl. Now, show me.” He put his thumb on her lower lip and she bit it playfully before sucking it into her mouth. He let her suckle his thumb for a moment, filling her eyes with his, and then gently pulled her mouth open. “You can open your little mouth nice and wide for Daddy’s big, hard cock, can’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy... is this good?” And it was good, she knew.

  “Now, Daddy is going to put just the head of his cock in your mouth...” And he did.

  Paula’s eyes widened. The head of his cock was big, and her mouth was small. She felt her breath catch.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. I want you to breathe through your nose. Can you do that for me?”

  Paula tried to say, “Yes,” but couldn’t with her mouth so full.

  “Just nod.”

  Paula nodded with the head of her stepfather’s cock in her mouth. She felt his cock get even harder, twitching in her mouth. That was deliciousness—it made her knees weak, her belly flutter, and her pussy throb. It reassured her that she was doing well, that she was pleasing her stepfather.

  “Good girl. Now, wrap your hands around Daddy’s cock.”

  Paula did as she was told.

  “Good girl. Can you pump Daddy’s cock now? And push Daddy’s foreskin into your mouth around the rim of the head of his cock?

  Paula did as she was told.

  “Oh, baby, that’s a very good girl. Can you do that to Daddy’s hard cock over and over again?” He put his big hand in her hair and gripped it, pulling her back off his cock, her hungry mouth and tongue still wanting him again as soon as he pulled them off, her hand still pumping him, trying to tug him to her. “Can you do that over and over again with Daddy’s cock, baby girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy. Yes. I’ll be a very good girl.” She nodded vigorously.

  “If you promise you’ll be a good girl, Daddy will let you suck all of his cock when he puts it back in your mouth. Promise?”

  “Yes, Daddy. Oh, yes. I promise to be a good girl. Please put your hard cock back in my mouth, Daddy. I want to suck you and taste you and swallow you. Your good girl is so hungry for her Daddy’s big hard cock. Is that ok, Daddy?”

  “Yes, baby, that’s a good girl.” And he pressed her head back onto him, not stopping at the head.

  Paula swallowed as much of her stepfather’s cock as she could, which was more than the first time because she was ready, and she remembered what he had said. She swallowed until she felt the head pressing and filling the back of her mouth at the top of her throat. She held back her reflex to gag and swallowed, breathing through her nose, making a fucking motion on his cock with her mouth and throat. He groaned and it made her happy.

  “That’s a good girl. That’s Daddy’s very good girl.”

  He began moving her head on
his cock until she took over the motion and her head moved faster, mouth wide, opening as she drew back on his cock and closing as she moved forward, sucking him deep into her mouth. He filled so fully each time that she swore she felt him in her belly and pussy. She reached down, between her thighs, to cup and rub and grind her wet, swollen mound through her jeans.

  “Mm hm. That’s it. That’s Daddy’s good girl. Daddy’s girl likes to suck his cock so much, and she does it so good for Daddy.”

  Paula nodded as her stepfather shoved her head harder and harder and further and further onto his cock and, even though she was near gagging, and her eyes were watering from the effort of opening her mouth so wide for his cock, she wanted more.

  She gripped his ass with one hand while she rubbed her juicy, swollen pussy with the other, at first grinding her clit with her fingers, rubbing the seam of her jeans over the nub. But it wasn’t enough. She worked her jeans open, shoving her hand down into her panties, plunging her fingers deeper and deeper into her tight cunt in rhythm with her cock-sucking. She wanted him to fuck her mouth, to hold her head and use her, to fuck it like she wanted him to fuck her pussy, and he did. She wanted to feel like his, owned by him, lost in him, and she was.

  “That’s it. Let Daddy fuck your mouth and throat nice and deep, baby girl. That’s a good girl, a very good girl. Like that. Just like that.”

  He fucked her mouth and she fucked her pussy. She bent forward and braced her knees on the rug to keep from being pushed back by him, one hand wedged down her jeans. The other gripped his ass to let him fuck her mouth deeper, and to keep him from shoving her over with his cock.

  She felt his balls tightening, getting ready to explode, and it made her fuck her own pussy harder and faster. Her back stiffened and her hips began to jerk and buck as she imagined her stepfather’s cum flooding her mouth.

  It was only her imagination, but it was more than enough. It was so real, the feeling of trying to swallow wave after wave of his cum until she couldn’t, feeling it gushing out of her mouth, onto her chin, around the hot, hard shaft of the cock filling her mouth.

  She began to climax, feeling intense waves beginning deep inside her, traveling through her belly, her pussy and even her mind—all the way to her heart, as it burst into impossible light, filling her whole being and returning to her center. Spasms rocked her body until she could hear herself making loud muffled moans with his jerking cock still filling her mouth.