Brat's Keeper: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Ahmad Khan

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a VERY taboo, vintage, hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description.

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"I think you have it wrong, Stan. We're in a unique position, you and I. What I do can benefit you and what you do can benefit me. And both of us will come, out winners."
That momentarily forced away the alcoholic fog surrounding Stan's mind. He sensed big money in the works here. And he wanted every dime he could get. Ambition burned as brightly in him as greed.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Oh, nothing much. Say, could you call that daughter of yours back in here for a minute? You know, Carole."
"The only daughter I have," Stan said, his mind not reacting well to the sudden turn of the conversation. But obediently he called out, "Carole, honey! Come in here for a minute, will you?"
The girl entered the room and immediately heard Mr. Strong suck in his breath. Otherwise, there was no indication that the man even noticed her presence. Which made her wonder about him. She knew she was attractive and most men fell all over their tongues trying to tell her about it.
The redhaired girl looked curiously at her father and said, "What is it? Want something else? More potato chips, maybe?"
"Yeah, sure, in a minute, honey. Mr. Strong wanted to ask you something. Go on, don't be shy."

Leseprobe

Brat's Keeper

Ahmad Khan

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER ONE

Mr. Strong sat stoic and silent in the corner, nursing his drink and peering at Stan aver the edge of the glass. He toyed with the ice cubes, which were not much different in color or temperature from his eyes, then quietly said, "That's nothing, Stan. What are business friends for?""You're right, Mr. Strong. Absolutely right. Anything I can do for you, just let me know." The man poured himself another drink and leaned back in his favorite chair. Having an important, powerful, rich man like Mr. Strong come to his tacky little house puffed him with pride. He knew it hinted at a possible position with the man's firm and, if the rumors were true, Mr. Strong didn't know the meaning of the word small. He did everything in a big way, from his personal life to his far-flung financial empire."I think you have it wrong, Stan. We're in a unique position, you and I. What I do can benefit you and what you do can benefit me. And both of us will come, out winners."That momentarily forced away the alcoholic fog surrounding Stan's mind. He sensed big money in the works here. And he wanted every dime he could get. Ambition burned as brightly in him as greed."What did you have in mind?""Oh, nothing much. Say, could you call that daughter of yours back in here for a minute? You know, Carole.""The only daughter I have," Stan said, his mind not reacting well to the sudden turn of the conversation. But obediently he called out, "Carole, honey! Come in here for a minute, will you?"The girl entered the room and immediately heard Mr. Strong suck in his breath. Otherwise, there was no indication that the man even noticed her presence. Which made her wonder about him. She knew she was attractive and most men fell all over their tongues trying to tell her about it.The redhaired girl looked curiously at her father and said, "What is it? Want something else? More potato chips, maybe?""Yeah, sure, in a minute, honey. Mr. Strong wanted to ask you something. Go on, don't be shy."The last thing in the world the girl was, was shy. She cocked her womanly hips to one side and poised her fist on them. Inpudently thrusting her chest out a little, she was heartened to see the man's eyes widen slightly. He was alive. This was a challenge to her, to make him respond. She twisted a bit to one side and made her nipples press hard against her soft wool sweater. The hard points of her nipples formed little buttons and showed perfectly she wasn't one of those women who prefered to wear a bra. In spite of her huge tits, much larger than any one should really have, she didn't need any such support. Her boobs were firmly fleshed and bounced just a little as she walked.Just enough to make all the studs in her high school turn and take notice."Well, Mr. Strong?" she asked. His eyes raked over her body, not missing a single curve or bulge.The way her ass flared out prominently behind her was partially hidden but nothing could hide the trim legs and the tiny waist. It was almost small enough for a man with large hands to completely encircle it."Are you a natural redhead, Miss Linzer?" he asked, entirely off the wall. They way he asked it was almost as if he were inquiring about a job applicant's educational background."Yes. My mother, she's dead you know, had even brighter red hair than mine. But the green eyes are my daddy." She turned and fluttered her long lashes in her father's direction, trying to get some clue from him what was going down here. The blank look on his face told her he was as much in the dark as she was. All that mattered was that Mr. Strong was an important client and his every whim should be taken care of politely."Yes, I see," the man said, stroking his chin. "Run along now and I'll talk business with your father. I think both of us will profit handsomely from it."Carole's hopes soared when she heard those words. All her father had been talking about for the last month was Mr. Strong and his millions. The man seemed to exude power and Carole could readily believe he controlled an international corporation. If her daddy had finally broken through some hidden baffler and was in line for a cut of that huge pie, so much the better. She might even be able to get a car of her own.All her friends had cars or were able to use their parents'. Her father required their delapidated wreck almost constantly. She also suspected he didn't like her driving it because it was so dangerous. He had to for business, but she was his daughter and should be protected from such unsafe things.Carole knew it was wrong to spy on her father and Mr. Strong, but she couldn't help herself. Whatever that strange scene had been when she had been on display, she had to see how it was going to pay off in the long run. The way Mr. Strong had looked at her had been with nothing but approval. Why, he might even be wanting to give her a job in his business. She could earn her own money!Pressing an ear against the door didn't prove as effective as it did in all the movies she saw on television. Carole opened the door a crack and peered into the room. This gave her a perfect view of what was going on. Mr. Strong was standing, taller than she'd thought, dominating both the room and the conversation.But the words she heard froze her stiff."...so I'm offering you the chance at a ten million dollar business deal in exchange for your daughter. She is quite pretty and will pleasure me from some time to come.""But, dammit, that's my daughter!" complained Stan. Carole was horror struck when she realized the tone of his voice indicated he was already sold and was simply bartering for the sake of putting up a token argument."Ten million now, perhaps twice that in the next ten years. Can you turn down a thirty million dollar deal -- and all over some misguided morality concerning your daughter? You make it sound as if she'd be sold into slavery. Hell, Stan, with the teenagers the way they are now, she'll enjoy what I've got in mind. All of them, sluts, each and every one.""My daughter's a good girl," Stan said primly, if a little drunkenly. "I think she's still a virgin.""No chick who waggles her ass and flaunts her tits like that is still a virgin, Stan. If she is, she's the world's biggest cock teaser. I swear, I don't have anything illegal in mind. If she wants you to, you can come see her after we're settled down.""Got a taste for young stuff, huh?" Stan said needlessly. His fingers stroked up and down the length of the ballpoint pen. Carole watched in wide-eyed shock as he began to leaf through the pages of the business agreement. When he signed the copies in triplicate, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.Was this some elaborate gag? Was all the haggling over her body for real or was it merely some crude joke Mr. Strong enjoyed? She didn't know the answer to that. Until he spoke again."I'll send my chauffeur and butler around to pick up your daughter tomorrow afternoon. You needn't tell her anything about this. And don't pack a bag for her. I'll furnish everything she's going to need for a long, long time." Then he laughed and it was that laugh which convinced Carole this was for deadly earnest. He meant every word he said about her being sold into slavery.Her mind spun in confusion. She was worth thirty million. That ironically pleased her as much as she was frightened by the possibilities in herent in being a sex slave to Mr. Strong. What he had in mind for her was obvious. He was going to use her!Carole turned to fee and stumbled over the table near the doorway. The telephone went crashing to the floor and the bell jangled loudly. The men in the room would have had to be deaf not to hear. Roth came out to find her painfully picking herself up off the floor."Carole, what happened?" her father asked."N-nothing. Just s-stumbled, that's all. Gotta run, Daddy. B-be seeing you!" She tried to run and botched it. She slipped again and this time Mr. Strong was there to grab her around the waist. She felt like a fly caught in a dab of amber. No matter how she struggled she couldn't pull free of the man's powerful grip."What did you hear, young lady?" Mr. Strong demanded. As she kicked out even harder, he said, "I think she overheard every detail of our business deal, Stan. Perhaps I'd better call dye now and remove her. One day doesn't matter that much to you, does it?""But, she's...""After all," the man almost cooed, "you have that thirty million to spend, don't you? Of course, you're going to have to work hard to get it, but the potential is there as long as your planning is sound.""Yes, of course. Planning. Got to make sure I don't blow this job. I want to..." His voice trailed off drunkenly."Daddy!" Carole screamed. "You can't do this! You can't sell me to this monster! What's he want me for? You don't know! He... he might do anything to me! He wants to rape me!""Don't be ridiculous, Carole. Mr. Strong is an honorable man. He, well, he's giving us the opportunity of a lifetime. He explained all that to me but you must have missed some of it.""Don't argue with her, Stan. I think she's worried that I might pop her cherry. Is that it, girl?" He bounced her up and down in his grip as if she were a small child."Yes!""See? She doesn't want to lose her virginity to a stranger. So, why don't you do the honors and fuck her for the first time?"Stan Linzer stood wide-eyed and dazed at the man's words. "You want me to fuck my very own daughter? But that's incest! I couldn't do that!""Not even for thirty million dollars in business over the next ten years? Read that contract you signed more carefully. You'll find that I can cancel it for non-cooperation on your part. And it's entirely up to me to decide what is and what isn't cooperation.""But you could cancel it after I'd fucked her!" Stan protested."Sure I could, but why should I bother? Do you think a lousy thirty million means a thing to me? I've got more money than I can spend in a dozen lifetimes. I could spend a million a day for a solid month and still be living off the interest of my fortune, never touching the principal. I'm rich, Stan. And you can be, too. If you screw this hot-blooded daughter of yours."Carole tried to bite him but found he was holding her in such a way that any struggles on her part were futile. Never had she felt more helpless in her whole life. She was his to command and from the noises her daddy was making, he was going along with the offer. She couldn't really blame him; what man would turn down such a huge amount of money? And yet, she was his daughter!He couldn't fuck her! It wasn't right.She was still clinging to that idea when she found herself tied spread-eagled on the bed, stripped naked and her father's huge prick just inches away from the pinkly scalloped inner pussy lips guarding her cunt. Everything was happening in ragged spurts. Time flowed strangely. One instant dragged for an eternity and the next five minutes flashed by."Go on," urged Mr. Strong. "You've got a nice boner. Use it. On your cherry carrying, cock teasing daughter." The man's words were polar cold. She shivered as much from the icy eyes studying her trim, young body as from the idea that her daddy was being forced to fuck her."I don't want to do this, honey, really I don't," protested her father. "But the money!""Screw the money!" she shouted. "This is me! Your daughter! You... you can't do this!" But she realized she was arguing uselessly. She pulled harder at the ropes holding her wrists and ankles and knew that Mr. Strong had fled them to hold. They bit cruelly into her flesh and made the circulation die entirely.Her legs were pulled wide and she felt the intense pressure at her snatch. Her father moved closer, making the bed bounce a little. She felt the soft quilt on the bed lightly touch her ass. Tensing, she tried to cringe away when the man's prick neared her cunt lips. She couldn't move far enough or fast enough.She shrieked as his plum-topped cock battered into her blood-engorged pussy lips. There was no pain -- not yet. But she couldn't hold in the intense feelings running wild inside her. She was terrified what might happen. This was a moment she should have been looking forward to with great expectation and enjoyment. Instead, Mr. Strong had stolen that precious instant from her and turned it into something dirty, something degrading. He was forcing her own father to rape her.When his thick headed cock entered her, she screamed again. This time it was for real. No man had ever entered her pussy before and he was pulling and stretching her untried inner cunt walls to the breaking point. When the tip of his prick batted lightly into the rubbery hymen, she thought she was going to die. The pain increased as he leaned forward and pressed harder into that yielding barrier to his fulfillment."Don't rape me like this, Daddy!" she begged. "Don't f-fuck me!" The words didn't come easily to her lips. She wasn't used to saying them. They were as forbidden as the act he was performing at Mr. Strong urging.She looked to the forbidding, dark visaged man and knew immediately that she couldn't expect any mercy from him. His cold eyes blazed with a light that made her cringe. The way his eyes raked over her body told her that he wished he was the one crouching between her wide spread legs, prick poised and ready to fuck wildly into her virgin cunt. But he was getting his own perverted thrill out of this. She didn't miss the way his hand strayed on down to his bulging groin or the way his fingers massaged the mound. He was jerking off while he watched her daddy fucking her.She sobbed loudly, the tears running unashamedly down her cheeks. She cringed every time the thick cock inside her cunt jerked and pulsed with lust. That was lust she didn't want to inspire. She could crane her neck a little and see the way that powerful prick vanished into her pussy lips. The fiery red of her pussy mound seemed to be an row for guiding the cock to its natural berth up her cunt."Hang on, it's going to pop any second," her father told her. The words were supposed to reassure her. If anything, they frightened her even more. This was a time in a girl's life that should have been precious. Now it was turning into a sordid affair. Sold for money!She groaned loudly as the pain in her cunt increased. She'd thought it was bad when his huge girthed prick spread her pussy apart and stretched the walls to the breaking point. When he began hammering away at her cherry, the pain had mounted rapidly. But it wasn't as bad as the time she'd broken her leg. But now...The teenager felt as if she would pass out. Never had the pain inside her pussy been this intense, this demanding, this excruciating. She pulled air into her lungs in short, quick gasps. Each breath tasted acid. The burning sensation spread throughout her chest and made her imagine that she was on fire, her tits ballooning to the point of explosion. The way the nipples pulsed and throbbed, the girl wondered if they might pop before her cherry.They didn't. She felt as if mountains were slowly beginning to slide in her belly. The way her daddy's prick poked harder and harder against the rubbery baffler of her cherry made her cry out even louder. No answer to her pleas came. And then his prick rocketed the full length of her cunt.For an instant, she passed out. She'd always thought it was absurd that a woman might pass out when a man fucked her. She'd read that so many times in the books that it was almost a cliche. Now she knew the truth. It could happen when the emotion was too intense.She struggled back to realize that her daddy's balls were wetly slapping against her upturned ass. He was buried balls deep into her cunt. And she was no longer a virgin. He had breached her cherry and was ready to begin really fucking her. Or was that something Mr. Strong wanted, to reserve for himself?Glaring in the direction of the foreboding man, she saw his eyes glowing in delight. He was getting off on this entire humiliating scene in a big way. After all, he was the one in control. He was the one telling her father what to do and holding the threat of a huge amount of money as bait. She couldn't really deny her father his wishes, that was selfish. She simply wished that her tender, virgin body hadn't been part of the bargain he'd struck."GO on," demanded Mr. Strong. "You've picked her cherry, now sample the delights of her virgin cunt. Fuck her, fuck your own daughter. I want to see her writhing in pleasure at the end of your prick. Make her come. Make her dance to your tune of fucking!"He had his own prick out and firmly in his hand. The entire time he was giving the command, he was stroking up and down the long length. Carole swallowed hard when she saw his impossibly long prick. While she wasn't experienced in sex, she knew that his prick was a lot thicker than her daddy's, still resting inside her pussy. And it was a lot longer. Enough longer that if Mr. Strong decided to fuck her, he might rip her apart with it."Ummm, God, it is nice feeling her tight pussy nil around my pecker," her father admitted. "Haven't felt cunt like this in years. Hell, not since I was her age!""Then fuck your daughter!"He did. He pulled back and Carole thought he was going to lose her mind. The pain was receding in her body. The suddenness of it had taken her by surprise, but now there was little more than a dull ache from where her pussy had been violated. But when her daddy began drawing out his long fuck stick, he formed a vacuum behind. The big arrowhead tipping his cock formed a perfect seal with her ultra-tight, virginal cunt walls. And at sometime her pussy had begun to drool out its thin love juices.A flood of red blood had passed and spotted the bedspread, but the part of this that amazed and humiliated Carole was her own response. She couldn't stop her cunt from leaking out its lubricants. She wanted him to fuck her -- she wanted her own father to fuck the hell out of her!It was depraved, forbidden. And she wanted it. Tossing her head from side to side formed a red halo of hair around her face. She moaned out, "Go on and do it, damn you! Fuck me good! Drive that Goddamn cock of yours all the way up my cunt! Damn you, damn youuuuuuuuuu!""She likes it," observed Mr. Strong, his hand moving faster along his own prick. "Give it all to her."Her father began fucking her with long, steady strokes that pushed her passions to the breaking point. Never had she felt a man's prick inside her like this, moving powerfully, dominating her, giving her divine pleasure.She knew it was an awful thing to feel arousal at her own father raping her, but she did. She screwed her eyes tightly shut and concentrated on the pleasures leaping and dancing in her cunt. The walls were rippling with desire. They clung tenaciously to his incoming prick, not wanting to let it leave. But the slippery juices of her pussy were oozing out now and greased his cock to the point that even the virgin tightness of her cunt wouldn't hold it inside.The friction of the fucking built up a warmth that spread rapidly throughout her belly. Gone was all trace of her ache. She knew that her cunt would be sore in the morning, but now all she felt was joy. The way he fucked her made her aware for the first time in her short life of what it was to be a woman. To hell with the fact that her father was the one fucking her. The incestuous fucking was being forced on them both.Struggling against her bonds availed her nothing. The ropes cut even deeper into her wrists and ankles, but she found she could lift her ass off the bed and actually cram it down around the surging prick in her well-oiled cunt. She did this. Her senses reeled in response. The tenseness mounted inside until she could hardly stand the feelings.He continued fucking her harder, heavier, deeper, faster. The friction generated by his prick as it dragged lasciviously along her velvety cunt walls threatened to consume her. The girl moaned loudly and begged, "Fuck me faster! Give me all your cock, you bastard! Oh, Daddy, fuck me gooooooood!"The words lit additional fires inside her. Never had she thought of words as being turnons. But they were and she found this out. The cock fucking her pussy so strongly turned her on, sure, but the words that had been forbidden to her now leaking from her lips spurred her emotions on. She felt the tenseness approach the breaking point in her belly when a hot, liquid gush filled her virigin pussy. Her daddy had come, his jism whitewashing her bloody twat.He panted and his prick danced around inside her. The girl's tensed cunt walls received each and every hard lash from that long cock, then it began to quiet down. When his prick limply slipped from her pussy amid a flow of blood, cunt oils and come, she felt oddly cheated.The sexual needs remained inside her belly. She had wanted more, even from the incestuous fucking, and she hadn't gotten it. She felt betrayed and humiliated even more."Very good, Stan," said Mr. Strong. The man's own hand was covered with his pearly come. He'd gotten off in a big way. Carole couldn't see it but she guessed there was puddle of his jizz on the floor where he'd come. "I'll send for Clive immediately." At the door, he turned and said, "And the contract is all yours. Here's hoping business will be good."The smile froze Carole's insides into a seething mass of unfulfilled desire. She couldn't decide if she loved or hated that gaunt, distant man, for what he was promising her.