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  Team Player

  AR Taboo

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Read Me Romance

  AR Taboo

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  Team Player

  Emmy's Daddy is head coach, but he needs help. Once he's shown her what to do, she'll keep his players from getting distracted.

  Chapter One

  Emmy

  I lie stretched out on the couch bored out of my mind while Daddy sits in his recliner going over his game notes. He’s been coaching football for as long as I can remember, which is why we’ve moved around a few times. Because of that, a lot of my schooling has been at home when he couldn’t find an all-girl school close to where we lived. This time, however, I think we’re going to be staying for a while.

  I thought when he coached in the NFL that was a big deal, but I guess when it comes to football you can make even bigger money as a college coach. Now, we’re in some college town living right off campus in a mansion near the stadium. They’ve signed Daddy to a giant contract that even came with this place. You’d think he was royalty with the way everyone treats him. They are always trying to get his attention, but it’s no use. Daddy cares about two things in life: football and me. That’s it.

  When he signed the contract, I thought it would be good because we wouldn’t have to worry about moving for a while, but for some reason, Daddy is as stressed as ever. I’m not sure why because he’s already won their first two games. One was an away game, which I had to stay home for, but the other one last week was at home and I actually got to go. He never took me to the games before, but watching Daddy work and all those men get rough on the field was something else. It lit a fire in the pit of my stomach even though I’d never enjoyed football until then.

  They were all so big and strong just like Daddy, only younger. Daddy has always been built, but that’s probably because he played football he coached. He told me stories about his time then, but now I love the way he orders his players around and they all do as they’re told. I also liked the way they looked at me. I heard a few of the players mention me—not by name, they just called me Coach's daughter.

  I’m lying on my stomach flipping through the channels on the TV mounted above the fireplace as I swing back and forth in the air. I’m going to die of boredom. I don’t have online school anymore since I got my high school diploma a few months ago. When I asked Daddy about college, he said it wasn’t for me and my place was with him.

  He didn’t mention it once we settled, but I brought it up again. Since he coaches here, why can’t I go to school here? I don’t love school, but it would be something to do. Once again he told me no and said he didn’t want to have to worry about what I was up to. Even when Daddy isn’t home, he’s watching.

  I was sure that would change when I turned eighteen, but it’s been the opposite, actually. A few days after I turned eighteen and we moved, Daddy set up his usual security system with cameras. Only this time he put one in my bedroom. Not only that, but there was no door to my room or bathroom. He said they were being replaced, but that has yet to happen. He said he needed the cameras in my bedroom for when he had the rare away games that he couldn’t make it back home the same night and he could watch over me.

  “Emma.” Daddy calls my name with a hint of warning in his tone.

  “What?” I ask and stop swinging my legs.

  “Are you trying to distract me?”

  “No.” I'm as quiet as a church mouse and the TV is on mute with subtitles. That’s how much I’m trying not to distract him. I could go to my room and watch TV, but I enjoy being near Daddy. It has only ever been the two of us for as long as I can remember.

  “Is it proper for little girls to have their legs spread while swinging them in the air?”

  I glance to my back side and realize my skirt has risen up. All I own are skirts and dresses because it’s all Daddy buys me. I should probably get some new ones since these have gotten a bit snug.

  “Does it distract you?”

  Daddy tosses the playbook on the table beside him. “Come here.” He motions with his finger, and without question I’m on my feet going to him. “Lift the dress,” he orders when I’m in front of him.

  “Daddy?”

  “Lift it,” he orders again, and I do as I’m told, revealing the simple white panties. Again, they are all I have. Everything I have comes from Daddy because he likes to dress me and spoil me with presents. I gasp when he hooks his fingers into them and pulls them down my bare legs. “Step out.” I barely step out of them before Daddy is pulling me down on his lap and his hand glides up the inside of my thigh to cup between my legs.

  “I really don’t mean to distract you,” I tell him because I’m not sure if I’m in trouble. Honestly, I’m not sure what’s happening at all right now.

  “No one distracts me more than you, baby girl. You do this to me.” He thrusts upward and his cock grinds into my bottom. His mouth moves to my neck, and he kisses me there, and it gives me butterflies in my stomach.

  “I don’t mean to.”

  “I know. You try to be my good girl, but you’re the one thing that steals my attention.” One of his fingers slides through the folds of my sex. “The guys on the team, however, can’t control themselves. They get in trouble when they see pussy, and when you came to the game, you distracted them too.”

  “I’m so sorry, Daddy.” I hope he doesn’t say I can’t go with him to the next game. I want to watch them all play again and see if they watch me.

  Daddy nips at my neck, and I jump. It’s hard to pay attention to everything he’s saying when his finger rubs against the small bundle of nerves between my thighs. I’ve touched myself there before, but it never felt this good. Daddy’s fingers are bigger and rougher, and the texture is different. Everything about him is more commanding, and my body knows it.

  “Is this wrong, Daddy?”

  He pulls his hand back and then pops me on my sex. “Are you questioning me?” His dark blue eyes stare into mine, challenging me.

  “No, Daddy.” I shake my head. “I only want to make sure what I’m doing is right,” I rush to tell him. All I ever want is to please him. I’ve had dreams of Daddy touching me this way for weeks, but I thought it was wrong. When I touch myself, I close my eyes and pretend it’s him.

  “You want to help Daddy?” I nod vigorously. “Then fix the distraction. Get on your knees, baby girl.”

  He doesn't give me a chance to do it myself before he places me in front of him and yanks my top off over my head. My bare breasts are on full display as he reaches to undo his belt.

  “Fuck you’re perfect. Who can blame me?”

  In a second, his cock is out, and he grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me toward it. Without thought, I wrap my lips around him and suck him into my mouth.

  “Look at you. You were made for me. My little girl knows just what to
do,” he grunts.

  I do. After we moved into the new house Daddy gave me a video to watch. He told me it was the sex ed lesson I didn’t get when I took my classes online. I sat in my room and watched a video of a woman pleasing a man before he did all kinds of things to her. When I was done, Daddy told me I was to never do those things unless he approved it.

  Part of me thought he meant it for one day when he found a man he might want me to marry, but I didn’t want to be married off. I wanted to please my Daddy, and when the man in the video ordered the woman around, she did everything she was told. I didn’t love the idea of another man telling me what to do because I only wanted to do those things with Daddy. There’s always been something about doing what he tells me to do that makes my insides warm and fuzzy. It pleases me as much as it does him, I think. If not more.

  With my mouth on his cock, I suck harder like I saw the woman do in the video. I hollow out my cheeks and end up gagging at first when he hits the back of my throat. Thankfully I learn quickly to breathe through my nose, and I keep going. Pressing my thighs together as I go up and down on his cock, my clit starts to throb. I need some kind of relief, but when I try to slip my hand between my legs, Daddy jerks me back by my hair, and his cock pops out of my mouth.

  “No, Daddy, please,” I beg, wanting him back in my mouth. If I got him hard, I need to give him a release.

  “I’ve seen enough of you touching yourself on the cameras. That’s enough of that.”

  “I won’t do it again. Please let me finish,” I keep begging.

  He ignores my protest as he easily lifts me from the floor and carries me through the house and into my bedroom. My stuffed animals and pillows go flying when he drops me down onto my bed before ripping my skirt from my body. Then he starts to remove all his clothes. I stare at him in awe because the man in the video wasn’t anything compared to Daddy. Or any of the guys that play on Daddy’s team.

  “The first time will be in here. I’ve wanted to take you so many times, Emmy. You have no idea the things I’ve already done while you’ve slept. I want to mark these sheets.”

  What does that mean? I think of the times I’ve woken up with my panties gone and a sticky residue left behind. My breasts would be sore with little marks on them, and I thought it was all a dream.

  “Daddy?” My whole body is buzzing right now, and I spread my legs wider. I need him.

  “You won’t need your nighttime tea anymore. After this, you sleep in Daddy’s bed.”

  He’s been giving me that special tea since I turned eighteen and saying it had things in it I needed now that I was older. I thought it was maybe like that protein powder he drinks or something. It made me sleep deep and have those sexy dreams. I greedily drank the tea each night, wanting my dreams.

  “I don’t want any more distractions. You’ll take care of my needs now, and I’ll get what I want,” he adds before he buries his face between my thighs.

  “Yes!” I moan, wanting him to have it.

  Daddy’s tongue licks and sucks as he works one finger into me and then another. Nothing has ever been inside of me before, and knowing it’s him that was the first makes me wet. His tongue presses hard before swiping back and forth on my bundle of nerves, and I explode with pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

  All I feel is pressure until Daddy moves on top of me, and his cock thrusts fully inside. I let out a yelp of pain that he muffles with his mouth. His tongue sweeps past my lips, and it’s the first time he’s done that too. I lick his tongue back because he seems to like when I do it.

  “You’re all right. It will only hurt the first time. Daddy had to do it.” His words are a little clipped and he’s heavy on top of me.

  “Do what?” My voice quivers. It’s strange because while there is this slight lingering pain there’s also this fullness that is so right. Having Daddy inside me feels so good.

  “Break you in.” He pulls out and thrusts back in, and I let out a moan. “I’ve got to get my baby girl ready for game day. You’re going to help Daddy, aren't you?”

  I nod my head because I’ll do anything for him. When he smiles, I spread my legs wider and take more.

  Chapter Two

  Coach Buck

  “Daddy, I don’t like this one as much,” Emmy whines as I prop my foot on the seat in the shower and go deeper.

  “This one isn’t for you.” I grunt as I slide into her ass and pull back. “So fucking tight.”

  “But can’t you just put it in my princess hole?” She pushes back against my cock, and I feel her ass squeeze around my dick.

  “Be still,” I order, and she sighs as she braces her hands on the shower wall. “Don’t be a brat.”

  I look down where we’re joined and watch my cock disappear in my baby girl's back hole. I wanted to take this one too because I wanted her broken in before tonight. I’ve had her as many times as she could take before the big game, and I think she’s finally ready.

  “That’s my sweet baby,” I say as I reach around and pet her pussy. She’s relaxing now and letting me ride her hard just the way I like it. “Who's my good girl?”

  “Me,” she says, and I kiss her neck.

  “That’s right.” She starts to cum, and my balls draw up tight at the sound of it. When she goes off, I thrust one last time and cum in her butt. “Goddamn, waiting all these years for this was worth it.” I pull out slowly and then grab the washcloth and body wash. “Come here and let me clean you up.”

  “Are you sure I’m ready for tonight?” she asks as I soap her up and then begin to rinse her off.

  “Don’t be nervous. You’re going to do great.” Once that’s done, I go about washing myself.

  “I just want to be the best I can for the team.”

  “My perfect baby girl, you always are,” I say before we both get out of the shower.

  I help dry her off and end up licking the water off her tits and pussy in the process. She giggles and tries to run from me, but I don’t let her go. Instead, I make her suck me off before I pick out a top and skirt for her to wear tonight. It’s one that matches the school colors, and I tell her she doesn’t need panties. Not tonight.

  I’ve told the boys to meet me in the private locker room below my office before the game. There’s a set of stairs behind my desk, and I’ve got a room down there all set up where we won’t be disturbed.

  On the way over, she sits as close as possible to me in the car, and I keep my hand between her legs. She likes sitting like this now, and I do too. When I pull up outside my office, I hold the car door open, and she practically jumps into my arms before we walk into the building together holding hands.

  “Where are we going?” she asks once we’re in my office, and I take her though the door that leads to the stairs.

  “It’s a special place just for us,” I tell her before we begin to descend.

  “Hey, Coach Buck,” my quarterback Ethan says as he comes over and shakes my hand. “I got all the guys here like you asked.”

  I watch as his eyes move over to Emmy and then back to me. I see the flash of excitement in his eyes as he looks at her, and I put my hand around her waist.

  “I thought I’d give you guys a treat before the game tonight,” I say. “Since you’ve been playing so hard for me, I wanted to reward you. This is also a way to keep you focused and sharp without sacrificing time away from the team.” I nod to Ethan, who is standing next to the other players. “As your quarterback, he’ll go first and pick the order afterwards. I’m going to be here the whole time to supervise, so I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

  “Yes, Coach Buck,” they all say in unison. I’ve banned them all from having random hookups that could get their asses in trouble. All that is too much a distraction when my girl can be all that they need.

  “You ready?” I ask Emmy, and she nods vigorously.

  “I’m ready, Daddy.”

  Ethan holds out his hand, and Emmy eyes it for a second before I place her h
and in his. I watch as he leads her over to where the mattress is, and I take a seat on the couch beside it. From this angle, she can see I’m here watching her and that I’m not going anywhere.

  After I take a seat, Emmy steps on the mattress and watches the guys as Ethan calls out the order they’re going to go in. She’s already unbuttoning her top and I can see her thighs rubbing together like she’s excited.

  It’s going to be hard watching her get fucked and not getting to take a turn, but I have to remind myself this is for the team tonight and I’ll have my chance again later.

  Chapter Three

  Emmy

  By the time Ethan turns back around, he’s already got his jersey off and he’s untying his football pants. He looks so strong and hard as he walks toward me. I decide to take my top off but leave my skirt on before I lie back on the mattress.

  “Fuck you’re hot,” he says as he kneels on the mattress and takes his cock out. “I’m not going to last two seconds.” He laughs and then places his hands on either side of me. “Do you want me to make you cum first?”

  I glance over at Daddy, who is watching, and he nods his head. “Yes, please,” I say, and my voice is soft and sweet.

  Ethan laughs a little again, but he seems eager to make Daddy happy too. I think that’s what we all want today. Before I realize what Ethan is going to do, he’s dipped his head between my legs and he’s eating my pussy. His mouth is different from Daddy’s. Daddy is sure and knows exactly what I like. Ethan is a little clumsy, but he’s eager and fast. His blond head moves up and down quickly as he licks my bundle of nerves and then sucks on me.

  Eventually, I turn my eyes back on Daddy again, and that’s when it starts to feel really good. I grip Ethan’s hair while I look at Daddy, and when I feel Ethan suck, I cum. Daddy smiles at me, and I know I’ve done a good job, which makes me want to take Ethan even more.