Forbidden Holes: A Filthy Taboo Collection

Drunk For Daddy's C0ck II

I woke up with a slight headache and a very wet p***y.

Memories from last night flooded in immediately — my t**s out, begging my stepfather to f**k me, his tongue buried deep inside me while I screamed “Daddy.” My face burned with embarrassment… but my body was burning with something much stronger.

I wanted him even more now that I was sober.

I took a quick shower, slipped on a tiny white tank top with no bra and a pair of pink cotton shorts that barely covered my ass, then headed downstairs. My heart was pounding. Part of me hoped Kevin would pretend last night never happened. Another, much bigger part of me was ready to push him until he broke.

But the second I stepped into the dining area, my stomach dropped like a rock.

Mom was sitting at the table, scrolling through her phone like she always did. Coffee in one hand, perfectly styled hair, expensive blouse –looking every bit the successful businesswoman who had zero time for her own daughter.

“Mom?” My voice came out smaller than I wanted. “When did you get back?”

She didn’t even look up at first. “Late last night. Emergency meeting in Chicago. You know how it is, Sophie.”

Kevin was in the kitchen, quietly pouring himself coffee. He glanced at me, then at her, choosing to stay silent. Smart man.

I walked closer, my heart squeezing. “I haven’t seen you in over two days.”

She finally looked up, her eyes immediately narrowing at my outfit. “Sophie, what on earth are you wearing? That’s not appropriate for the house.”

A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “Like you care what I wear, Mom.”

“Sophie…” She rubbed her temples like I was exhausting her. “Look, I’m trying, okay? I’m paying your tuition fees. I’m working my ass off to provide for this family. I even married Kevin because of you —so you could have some stability instead of growing up with no father figure.”

The words hit me like a slap across the face.

Kevin stayed quiet in the kitchen, but I could feel the weight of his stare.

“You married him for me?” My voice cracked. Tears burned behind my eyes. “That’s such bullshit. You married him because he’s rich, successful, and looks good next to you at events. You’re never here! I needed you. Not money. Not another husband. I needed my mother back.”

I was shaking now.

“I want my mom,” I whispered, voice breaking. “The one who used to stay up all night with me when I had nightmares. The one who made me pancakes on Sundays. Not this version who only comes home to criticize me and then leaves again.”

Mom stood up abruptly, snatching her car keys from the table.

“You ungrateful little b***h,” she hissed. “You don’t need me. All you need is gratitude, good grades, and…” she darted a finger towards Kevin, “your stepfather!”

She stormed out, slamming the front door so hard the walls vibrated. The silence that followed felt suffocating.

I stood there shaking, hot tears running down my cheeks. Kevin walked over slowly. Without saying a word, he pulled me into his strong chest. His big arms wrapped around me tightly, one hand gently stroking my hair. For the first time in years, I felt truly held.

“I’m so sorry, baby girl,” he murmured softly. “She had no right to speak to you like that.”

The pain, the rejection, the loneliness— it all twisted violently inside my chest and turned into something darker. Something hungry.

I looked up at him through blurry eyes. “She’s right about one thing… I do need you, Kevin. I need this.”

I kissed him first –desperate, messy, and full of all the emotions I couldn’t say out loud. He kissed me back like a man who had been starving for me. His hands roamed down my body, grabbing my ass and pulling me flush against him.

But then he slowed down. He pulled back slightly, breathing heavily, and cupped my face with both hands.

“Sophie… wait,” he said gently, forehead resting against mine. “This might not be what you need right now. You’re hurting. Maybe we should do something else. Catch a movie, go for a drive, talk properly—”

“No,” I cut him off, shaking my head.

He searched my eyes. “Do you even remember what happened last night? You were drunk, baby girl.”

A flash of shame hit me, but it didn’t last long. I held his gaze.

“I remember everything,” I said quietly. “And I meant every single word I said last night. I wasn’t that drunk. I still mean it.” My voice dropped lower. “I don’t need to catch any boring movie, Kevin. All I need right now… is for my p***y to catch your C0ck in a tight grip.”

Kevin let out a long, heavy sigh. He closed his eyes for a moment, clearly fighting with himself. When he opened them again, his voice was careful, almost strained.

“Are you sure you really want this?” he asked, thumb brushing my cheek. “You want your stepfather to f**k you? Because once we cross this line… there’s no going back.”

“I want my stepdaddy to ruin me!”

“f**k, Sophie…” he groaned against my lips.

He lifted me onto the dining table — the same table my mother had just been sitting at minutes ago — and yanked my tank top up and off. My t**s spilled free. His mouth attacked them immediately, sucking hard on one n****e while his hand squeezed the other. The wet heat of his tongue sent sparks straight to my core.

I was already soaked.

Kevin dropped to his knees right there on the dining room floor, spread my thighs wide, and buried his face between my legs. He ripped my tiny shorts and panties off in one rough motion and dove in.

“Oh my god, Daddy—” I moaned loudly as his hot tongue dragged slowly from my entrance up to my c**t.

He ate me like a man possessed. No mercy. Long, filthy licks, then he sucked my swollen c**t into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue. Two thick fingers pushed deep inside my p***y, curling and stroking that sensitive spot while he devoured me. The wet, sloppy sounds of him eating my cunt filled the entire room.

Every lick felt personal. Like he was trying to f**k the pain out of me with his tongue. His free hand was caressing my thighs all the way to my ass, making me jerk and shoot my head to the ceiling in pleasure.

I came hard the first time, my thighs clamping around his head, my back arching off the table as I screamed his name. He didn’t stop. He kept sucking and fingering me through it, drawing out every wave until I was trembling.

When he finally stood up, his mouth and chin were shiny with my juices. His thick C0ck was out, rock hard and angry, precum dripping from the tip. He gripped my hips and thrust into me in one deep, powerful stroke.

I screamed in pleasure.

“Fuuuuck, Sophie,” he groaned, eyes rolling back. “Your p***y is gripping me so tight. So f*****g perfect, little girl.”

He started f*****g me hard and deep, the heavy dining table creaking dangerously beneath us. Every thrust was long and punishing, his thick C0ck stretching me open and hitting spots I didn’t even know existed. My t**s bounced wildly with every slam.

“Yes, Daddy! Harder!” I cried out, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He leaned over me, one hand choking my throat gently while the other rubbed my c**t in fast circles. The mix of roughness and care made my head spin.

“You’re such a good girl,” he growled, pounding me relentlessly. “Taking your stepfather’s C0ck so well right after fighting with your mother. My dirty, needy little princess.”

He suddenly pulled out, flipped me over so my breasts were pressed against the cold wood, and slammed back inside me from behind. The new angle made me see stars. He f****d me like an animal — one hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my ass red with every thrust.

I came again, harder this time, my p***y spasming violently around his C0ck, squirting all over his balls and the table.

Kevin kept railing me through it, growling filthy praise. “That’s it, baby. Cream all over Daddy’s C0ck.”

When my third orgasm started building, I was a sobbing, shaking mess. Tears of overwhelming pleasure mixed with the leftover pain from my mother.

Kevin leaned over my back, biting my shoulder as he f****d me even deeper. “I’m gonna c*m, baby girl,” he warned, voice strained.

I turned my head and looked him dead in the eyes. “c*m inside me, Daddy. Fill me up.”

With a deep, guttural groan, Kevin buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of c*m flooded my womb, pulse after pulse. There was so much it leaked out around his C0ck as he kept slowly thrusting, pushing his seed deeper.

We stayed locked together, panting heavily, his C0ck still twitching inside me. After a long moment, I whispered the words that had been burning in my chest.

“Kevin…”

“Yeah, baby?” he breathed, still buried deep.

I turned my head to look at him, voice soft but completely serious.

“I want you to put a baby in me. I want your baby growing in my womb, Daddy.”