«Addicted To Daddy's Glory Hole» by Veronica Sloan

Samantha's father always
taught her to be a good Christian girl. She's a chaste 18-year-old virgin who would never do anything to smear her reputation. But when she discovers that Daddy's
been visiting the disgusting glory hole at the other side of town, her perfect
world is shattered. Now she's going to teach her dirty daddy a lesson he'll
never forget. Will he repent his evil ways when he learns that she's the girl
on the other side of the wall? Or will Sam be swallowed up by her own oral
addiction?


This taboo erotica is 21,000
words and for readers 18 and up.


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Excerpt ~~~~~


That Monday the humidity was 85 percent. The heat wrapped itself around my head and trickled down my back.
It hugged my arms and legs until the insides of my elbows and knees were as
slick as a Kentucky swamp. I didn't want to think, I didn't want to move, but I had a job to do. I waited for daddy to leave the house and then I sprang into
action.


I found my brother lying on his back in his bedroom. He was stripped to just a pair of loose running
shorts, his bare chest glistening with a fine layer of sweat. His big feet were
planted in his carpet and his forearms were crossed over his eyes. He was
listening to his music player and trying to lose himself in the sounds of
someplace cooler than this.


I gazed at Harold from his doorway and steeled myself for what I had to ask him. I took a deep breath,
then with the righteous fury of a true crusader I crossed the threshold.


I needed to learn. I needed
to improve my skills. But I couldn't ask just anyone. I was sure Danny would
love to teach me but Danny would confuse my need with desire. I didn't desire
to give men blowjobs and I certainly didn't desire him. It was something I had
to do. That's why I asked for help from the only boy who couldn't embarrass me:
My big brother.


I tapped Harry's wet chest
until his eyelids fluttered open. He looked at me quizzically, then tugged the earbuds from his ears. “What's up, Sam?” he asked.


“I need you to teach me how to give a good blowjob,” I said.


A half-smile crossed his goofy face. “Uh?” He sat up in bed and tossed his music aside.
“I know I didn't hear that right. What do you want?”


I spread my bare toes in the
carpet and looked him square in the eye. Calmly, I repeated my request.


Harry swallowed, considered
it, then grinned again. “This is a joke, right? Aren't you, like, super
not into sex?”


“I need you to teach
me,” I repeated, angrier this time. Why didn't he understand? He just
stared at me like I'd grown a third arm.


“Okay…” he said.
“Like, with a banana or something?”


“No,” I said.
“With you. Dad's gone and I know you don't have work until this afternoon.
So we have time.”


He leaned forward.
“Samantha, are you…are you okay?”


I stomped my foot. “Come
on, Harry! Everyone knows you're a freaking horndog. You should love this.
Don't guys loved getting blowjobs?”


He choked. “Well,
yeah,” he said, “but not from my sister.”


I grabbed at the waistband of his pants. “I don't like it any more than you do but I have to practice,” I said. “Just whip it out and let's do this.”


He batted my hand away.
“Are you insane?” he said. “Why the hell do you want to suck
me?”


I planted my fists on my
hips. He really was a moron. “Because you can't blab about it to anyone,
stupid!”


“Ohhh! Obviously! I mean, why do you want me to–"


“Dad's been going to the
glory hole!” I screamed. “I have to teach him a lesson!”


Harry grimaced. “Ew! You want to suck dad's, too?”


“It's the only way,
Harry.”


He wiped the sweat off his
glossy forehead. “Sam, there's probably, like, a thousand other
ways.”


I crossed my arms under my breasts. “What's it going to be, Harry?”