Little Brats Kayla: Forbidden Taboo Erotica (2 page)

“Kyle, no!” Ruthie gasped, wiggling her hips, backpedaling on the bed. “Don’t touch me there!”

Kayla snorted, rolling her eyes. It never failed. Whenever he did oral, he tried to slide a finger into her ass. And she always reacted this way.

“Come on, baby,” Kyle urged. Kayla felt her own ass clench at his words. “Just the tip?”

I’ll do it for you, Daddy! Let me, let me!

“No!” Ruthie snapped. “Not there. How many times do I have to tell you?”

“I can go slow,” he went on. “I promise, I’ll stop if it hurts.”

“It’s not that…”

“We can put the towel down.” Kyle anticipated her next excuse. “Or try it in the shower where it won’t make any mess at all…”

“Kyle, no!” She sighed, sitting up, snapping her legs closed. “A thousand times, no! You’re like a little kid, always pestering.”

“Okay, okay.” He sighed too. “Come here, let me finish…”

“Forget it.” Ruthie scooted to her side of the bed, sliding off and heading toward the bathroom. “I’m going to take a bath.”

“This is where the show gets good,” Kayla murmured, licking her lips and yanking down her panties.

As soon as her mother was gone, Kyle went for the box he kept tucked under his side of the bed. Just as she knew he would. She set her laptop on the bed, dropping her shoulders to the mattress, ass up, her short skirt riding up as she watched her stepfather remove his Fleshlight from the box. The sex toy had several inserts—she’d thoroughly inspected it when no one was home—but she knew the one he liked the best of course. The one that simulated anal sex.

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?”