Bred In The Cell By Daddy : Daddy’s Creampies 4

Taboo Daddy Daughter Creampies

by Tori Westwood

I was such a naughty girl that night but I deserved to be punished.  Luckily Daddy has friends at the local police-station, so they let me off with a warning – but Daddy decides I need a little extra.

He asks for time alone with me in the cell and his buddies grant him it.  I watch as he turns lusty and sexy in seconds, exuding a mature dominance that begins to make me melt.  When he finally sticks his big, hard cock inside me I’m shaking at the knees.  It’s my first time too and I’m about to find out what a hot creampie really feels like!  Read about it inside!


“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said, turning to him now and looking up over his chest into his face.  “I want to make it up to you.”

My head pressed against his pecs as I began to slide down him.

“What are you doing, Stephie?” he asked, at first curious and suddenly much more animated.

I began to kiss his t-shirt as I descended, slipping against his thigh as I moved to the floor.

Daddy shifted in his seat as he looked down at me with a look of shock on his face.

“I want to make it up to you,” I repeated, finding myself between his legs now and staring down at his packet.

Daddy made no real attempt to move and the next time I looked into his eyes he appeared to have composed himself, seeming much more controlled and commanding.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked, with just the slightest suggestive rise in his eyebrows.


“Watch and find out,” I said, harnessing every ounce of confidence.  I’d never been remotely close to a hard cock before in my life and yet here I was, about to take my Daddy in my mouth.

I struggled with his belt and Daddy quickly moved a hand to help, expertly sliding it through the loops of his jeans and pulling it open.

The next barrier was the buttons of his fly, but I could more than cope with that.

I popped each one open slowly, seeing his cock twitch beneath his pants as its reveal drew ever-closer.

My pussy swelled further with each revealing inch of his white boxer-shorts.  As I opened his buttons I began to see the embossed shadow of his cock stretching upwards and I let out an involuntary moan.

I shuffled on the floor and squeezed at my breasts, quickly turning the nipple stiff so that I poked through the fabric—but Daddy would get to those later.

When his jeans were open as far as they’d go I took both hands and curled my fingers under the waist of his boxer-shorts, pulling them far out and dragging them over his cock.

It was revealed to me quickly and my eyes rapidly set about surveying it, wandering over the smooth, taut crown and down the veined shaft, all the way to his shaven balls.

Daddy was well-groomed, which was something I wasn’t necessarily expecting.  As I picked up his cock in my hand it felt heavy and serious, as though it could really do some damage.  I felt my heart flutter and I took one last gulp to swallow my nerves.


About the Author

I write those dirty, taboo, incest stories that you have to read in secret.  The kind that get you hot and weak at the knees.  They're wrong, but oh-so right!
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