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Have you ever been fuck-me-stupid horny?

This Friday we go back to basics. No monsters, no demons, just a daughter in desperate need of her daddy. 

See, Aubrey has a problem. A very uncomfortable problem. The girl needs to get off! Ever since coming home from college she's felt uncharacteristically horny. Unfortunately, her attempt at a one night stand has ended in limp embarrassment. Now she's back home and writhing on her bed, hands between her legs and aching for someone to satisfy her. When her father appears in her doorway, Aubrey is too far gone to care. She wants it rough, fast, and without remorse.

And daddy wants to give it to her.

This erotic taboo is 17,000 words and available now from Smashwords! Buy it for 25% off from now until the middle of June!

EXCERPT:

Again I imagined being bent over Mac's backseat and letting him fuck me without a condom. I bet he has tiny balls, I thought as I licked my lips. The sour taste of him lingered on my tongue. Why couldn't he have at least tried to fuck me? Even a soft dick inside me would have been something!

I squirmed on my bed, trying to keep my dirty feet from soiling my comforter. I hugged my forearms with my thighs and grunted in frustration. The angle was bad. The angle was always bad. I rolled around, trying to push it in from the side, trying to get enough lube on my clit to stimulate the warming sensation. 

Good. It was good. But not good enough. 

I felt like an idiot and I looked like a fool. I grunted again and shoved my face into my comforter. I imagined Mac pushing my head down. Then Doug. Then Todd. "Shit," I whimpered. None of them turned me on. I rolled onto my knees, my head still down, and pushed my ass into the air. I wanted it from behind. I wanted it rough. I yanked my panties to the side and pierced myself with the dildo. Lukewarm lube dribbled from my puffy slit and stained my panties. Breathing was difficult with my face mashed into the comforter. My hair fell over my eyes in sweaty tangles. My shoulder ached from the awkward angle. 

"Damn it," I grunted. How stupid did I look? Knees dug into the mattress, dirty soles leaving a trail behind me, one hand stretched between my legs to tug my panties back and the other one desperately fucking myself. And it was no use! The angle still wasn't right and the force behind my thrusts was laughable. My wrist hurt. As I panted into the comforter I wondered if I could mount the dildo on something and then back up on it. But even if I could rig something up (duct tape on my mini-fridge?) I knew it wouldn't satisfy. I didn't want to fuck myself. I wanted to be fucked!

I knew I wasn't going to cum but I kept at it. To pull out the dildo would be torture. Either I fucked myself until I passed out or I stayed up all night with my hands between my legs, there was no in between. I allowed myself a pitiful moan, certain the snores of mom and Dylan would conceal my filthy rage. I just wanted a man. I needed a man. A man with a big swinging cock to fuck me stupid with.

In that miserable moment, I welcomed anyone who wanted me. I didn't care who. A thief breaking into our house? I'd present myself to him for his evil pleasure. My high school science teacher with his beer belly and his stupid jokes? I'd spread myself on his desk. My brother's idiot friends? They could all take a turn! (God, the thought of those losers using me as a cum dumpster brought me frustratingly close to the edge.)

My mother's personal assistant who was always looking down my shirt.

A party clown!

A mailman!

I'd even walk all the way back to Mac's house if he called me and promised he could get it up.

But there was no one. There was no one to rescue me from my fate. I was so horny I was crazy. Stupid horny. Fuck-me-stupid horny. "Damn it," I gasped into my comforter. "Damn it," I hissed. I slid my hand into my bra and fiercely pinched my nipple. "Ahhhh," I gasped. "Anyone. Any fucking man with a hard cock. Right now. Now," I whined. "Now!"

I'd prayed before. This was the last one I expected to be answered. My eyes snapped open and I saw him in the doorway, upside down through the tresses of my wild hair. Moonlight framed his outline and reflected in his wolfish eyes. Any other man and I'd have trouble seeing his face in the darkness but I knew him from the day I was born.

My father.

My father, standing in his undershirt and his briefs. My father, his big feet sunk into my carpet. My father, thick shoulders and thick black and gray beard. My father, staring at my upraised ass in breathless silence. 

My hand dropped from the dildo but I didn't scream. I'd been imagining a man in that doorway for so long I expected to see one. Not my father, of course, but he was a man. 

He was a man. 

I watched the shadow of his pectorals grow and shrink with heavy breaths. We were both gasping for air.

The glass dildo protruded from my cunt. No room left inside me for shame. Only need. Stupid need. Greedy need. Warm lube painted my inner thighs. It leaked from my vagina as I pulled the dildo out. It left with a wet pop.

Upside down I saw the bulge of his erection. I saw it in stark relief inside the purple briefs. It pressed tightly to his thigh, the fat head protruding from the crotch too big to be contained. 

No words. Only my labored breathing.

I pulled my panties down. 

No words. Just a man. Just a man pulling down his underwear to free his stiff cock. Just a man striding over my carpet in impossibly long strides. Long legs, big dick swinging. Just a man's hand sliding over my bare ass. A sudden spank. Then a man grabbing a handful of my haunch. 

Just a man thrusting his prick deep inside my pussy.

I screamed into my pillow. Dad's fingernails raked my naked back. He gripped me by the hip and pounded me into the mattress. I bit down on the pillow and moaned like a cow. His second violent thrust slammed me flat to the comforter. My dirty feet bounced against his naked thighs. A fire lit across my scalp as his fingers coiled in my hair and shoved my face into the pillow. 

Monster Lovers: Tentacles, Aliens & Impregnation

It's finally here, folks! All 48,000 words of ooze and orgasms!

Is it weird to say this was a labor of love? Monster erotica is probably not a huge niche but I had a bunch of ideas for naughty tentacles and a desire for a really custom, professional cover. As soon as TheKite agreed to the commission I knew I had to pull out the stops for these stories. All these months later it's finally live: Six tales of tentacle sex, alien impregnation, slimy seductions and oviposition. I even wrote a story about a virgin princess and her horny dragon. It is my favorite story I've ever written.

The book is $4.99 and can currently be purchased on Smashwords for 25% off. Here's a list of the stories inside:

In "The Octopus's Bride," a new addition to the aquarium pulls intern Kimmy Noguchi into a sticky situation. How can she refuse the creature's clammy caresses when an entire species depends on her? [Modern day setting. Reluctant to consensual with oviposition]

In "No Orc's Whore," a beautiful barbarian must distract a tribe of orcs with the one weapon they're powerless to resist. [Fantasy setting. Gangbang with insemination.]

In "The Spider From Mars!" astronaut Alice Thatcher makes a terrifying discovery beneath the Martian surface. A disgusting race of aliens has awoken to breed with human females! [Sci-fi. Reluctant with live oviposition.]

In "Ménage à Tentacle," a naive marshal journeys to the planet New Dorado and befriends a beautiful bounty hunter and her partner, a tentacled alien that feeds on female arousal. [Scifi. Very consensual with surprise oviposition.]

In "The Tentacle Beast of Rigel-7," Commander Bernadette Wulf is seduced and controlled by a lustful monster intent on spreading itself across the galaxy. [Scifi. Nonconsensual with insemination.]

Finally, in "Defiled by the Dragon," a bratty princess is kidnapped by a dragon...and learns why the creatures prefer virgins! [Fantasy. Consensual with insemination.]

EXCERPT:

From "The Octopus's Bride":

Salt water clung to her bare knees and the octopus sent a roving tentacle to suck at it with its lips. Despite her anxiety, Kimmy giggled. "Oh! That tickles!" Her laugh seemed to encourage the creature. The sucking tentacle slithered up her thigh, the lips searching for any remaining moisture. Two thick tentacles remained looped around her wrist, so with her free hand she tried to pry the mantle off her chest. "Please," she murmured, "you have to go back in your tank, you little creep..." The two tentacles squeezed harder around her wrist. It was like the clutch of a firm hand. 

The tentacle sliding up her thigh poked at the hem of her shorts and rubbed at the place where the shorts met her skin. It sensed the difference in texture. "Smart guy," she murmured. The large eye on her chest gazed up at her and cycled from summer orange to cool violet. Trembling, she ran her palm down the mantle, as if the cephalopod was a delicate (and slimy) dog. To her surprise, it purred like a cat.

It wasn't quite a feline purr. It was a wetter sound, like bubbles blown in milk. Octy enjoyed being touched--another weird distinction from your typical octopus. "Yeah?" Kimmy cooed to it. She pet it again, making sure her rubs remained light and did not harm the creature's boneless body. Between her legs, a muscular tentacle did the same to her crotch.

"Whoa!" she yelped. A terrible thrill scorched its way up her tummy. "No, no, no, no," she laughed at the octopus. "Don't you get any funny ideas." 

Octy purred again and gripped her even tighter. The lip suckers formed a line from her bellybutton to her butt. Then a sudden squeeze. "Oh!" she gasped. "Oh, dear."

Meanwhile, the other tentacle began to explore the open leg of her shorts. Kimmy tried to pull it off her thigh but its suckers were intractable. All she managed to do was get a handful of slime. She wiped it on her other leg as the tentacle flattened and slithered up her shorts. "Oooh," she groaned. What was more embarrassing, the fact that she was in this sticky mess or that its clammy lips actually aroused her?

It wasn't her fault! It was like dozens of wet mouths were kissing up her skin. Garrett's kisses had always been so awkward when he went down there. "Really, Kimmy?" she chided herself. She was getting groped by a mysterious sea creature and all she could think about was how gentle its kisses were. "Honestly!"

Two more tentacles felt their way up her neck. Kissing suckers flowed from her clavicle to her ears. "No, no!" she giggled. The thing was ridiculous! Every time she giggled the eye on her chest flashed a delicious honey yellow. She stroked its mantle. "Octy, you have to learn to keep your hands to yourself," she said. "What kind of girl do you think I am?"

In response, a tentacle uncoiled from her wrist and pulled at the hem of her shirt. "Hey!" she yelped. With surprising speed, the wet lips squirmed their way between her breasts. The indignity didn't stop there. As that tentacle explored the satin texture of her bra, another tugged her shorts down as far as her hips would allow. It was just playing with her clothes, she told herself. Cephalopods were famous for their puzzle-solving. This handsy fella just wanted to know how to get her clothes off. He probably thought he'd get a treat out of it.

"I'll give you something good if you go back in your tank," she promised. Not that he could understand her, obviously. Even if he could he was too wrapped up (literally!) in prodding her earlobes. 

Kimmy's earlobes seemed to fascinate the creature. The tips of his tentacles caressed them with such tentative strokes. It stirred in her something more than a tickle. Unfortunately, and to Kimmy's great embarrassment, her earlobes had always been major erogenous zones. The whole reason she started dating Garrett was because of the way he blew on them on their first date. Combined with the invasive squish between her breasts, the steady pressure on her crotch, and the tentacle still worming its way up her shorts, she suddenly felt quite hot. "Oh," she moaned. 

She slapped her free hand over her mouth. What was that? That was not a reasonable sound to make when you're being groped by a sea monster! She laughed at herself, and then sucked in a lungful of cold, salty air when the octopus squished its tentacle into one of her ears. "Ahhhmm!" she gasped. That shouldn't have felt so good! But the other tentacle was wrapping itself around the rim of her ear and she felt its lips nibbling on her skin. "Okay, we have to go back in our tank now," she huffed. Her cheeks blushed a mortified scarlet. "Kimmy's getting a little uncomfortably turned on and we don't want Carl to think she's a freak..."

The octopus had other ideas. Under her wet blouse, the tentacle found the snap on her bra and flicked it open. Another tentacle slid down her neck and spread itself over her breast. "What?" she gasped. A sucker kissed her buzzing areola, then two suckers, then her whole breast was squeezed between those voracious things and her nipple was sucked into a lip. "Ahhh!" she moaned. The blush in her cheeks spread over her whole body.

The tug at her shorts was more insistent now. The tentacle worming under the hem knew it was a superfluous layer. It gripped her shorts from the inside and, together with the tentacle at her hip, yanked them down her ass. "What are you doing?" she gasped. 

When the other tentacle squished into her ear, she finally understood. 

The physical sensation was like being licked inside her ear canal, but the carnal pleasure was nothing compared to the tongue that licked her mind. Colors rained behind her eyes followed by a cascade of emotions. Delight, then fear falling into terror. Warming waters, dying corals. Kimmy clutched her breast and collapsed to her knees.

She scraped her skin on the concrete but the physical pain was a mere ache compared to the death of her people. No...not her people...Octy's! The little fish disappeared, the colony went hungry. The acidic waters burned their eggs before they hatched. Anger pulsed over the octopus's skin in a venomous crimson. Deep, animal fear burrowed through her guts...but she was soothed by the friendly eye gazing up from her breast. It shifted to purple, and then a gentle stream of colors flowed into her panties. "Mmmm," she grunted. 

The tentacles massaged her ear canals and convinced her that pulling down her shorts would be more comfortable for them both. Octy helped her push them to her knees. A second tentacle kissed her pulsing mound. From that cold kiss, warmth spread inside her. It was so unlike the awkward attempts of her ex. What was his name?