Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  She lifted her mouth off and starting licking up his shaft. After a few long strokes she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock.

  "What do you want Bengy?" she asked in between flicks.

  "Please Alice...Mistress..."

  "Tell me what you want."

  "I..." She was going to make him say it. She enveloped him again this time deeper and he nearly came again.

  Pleasure was so close, why couldn't he get there?

  Looking at the vixen between his legs he saw she was the cause. Taking her claw like fingers she tickled his ball sack, snapping his restraint.

  "I need to cum," he frantically panted. "Please! I'll do anything!"

  Smirking even with a dick in her mouth, Alice took him down farther into her throat and began to increase the pressure of her lips. Stroking his balls and dick at the same time he exploded a second later. Bengy literally saw stars as his orgasm overtook him. Still blinded by his aftershock he was surprised more than her that he was still quite hard.

  With little warning she lifted herself up and drove herself down onto his sensitive member. She cried out tossing her head back as he filled her, her wet lips enveloping his cock. He dug his fingernails into his hands, resisting the urge to pull her closer. They sat there for a moment, her feet dangling off the ground until she stood up and started to work him up and down inside her.

  He lost his internal self preservation and began gently rubbing her breasts again, almost fascinated at the soft mounds. Roughly she lifted up his shirt and he looked at her wide eyed when she began to work his nipples. She leaned him backwards, his head touching the wall as she continued rocking on him.

  Slowly she ran her teeth over his nipples until they hardened occasionally sucking one, sometimes rubbing it fervently until he moaned pitifully. She did this until his chest heaved in a flushed red tone and then focused on fucking him again.

  "You feel pretty damn good Bengy," she said lifting herself up and down as best as she could.

  "I bet you've thought about fucking me in class. That vacant stare you sometimes get. You were imagining your cock in my sopping cunt weren't you? How tight am I?"

  "It's...so dirty," Bengy managed to grit out as his cock started to throb once again.

  "I'm fucking you in a bathroom stall," she hissed digging her fingers into his shoulders. "Of course it's dirty."

  Gripping his hair she pulled it again. Bengy wasn't sure whether he loved it when she did that or hated it.

  "Tell me you love it," she panted as she bounced up and down. "Tell me!"

  "I love it," he groaned out before she suddenly shivered on top of him. She squeezed around him and paused but wasn't sure she had orgasmed. Catching herself, she suddenly looked at him with caring.

  "I can't finish by myself," she said grinding down on him in slow circles. "It won't be as intense if you don't help me."

  Bengy looked into her eyes, the ones he had been avoiding for months. "As you wish Mistress," he whispered.

  Then he gently held her hips. Lifting her up, he pulled her back towards him, then thrusted upwards when he pulled her back down. She cried out in pleasure and helped him work inside of her at a faster pace.

  "Ah...this feels good. Yes. Yes! More! Give me more!"

  He shoved into her possessed by the whole eroticism of the moment. The feel of her soft flesh riding on top of him, her body and presence lording over him, the thought of being inside her.

  They were in school for Christ's sake! He imagined his classmates just down the hall, their faces if they saw then as they fucked like bunnies. He even imagined her taking him at his class desk, not bothering to hunt him down but expose him in class. Watching Cat's eyes widen as he fucked her best friend next to her.

  Wrapping an arm around her waist he used that one to lift her and used the other to stroke her clit. A few minutes later she unfurled in his arms. She let out a loud throaty moan and bit his neck as her pussy milked him deliciously. He was going to...

  Suddenly they heard the door swing open.

  "...so yeah Jeff. Dude that class was ridiculous! I hate double maths. It's damn evil."

  "Tell me about it man."

  He froze as she was still enjoying her aftershock when he heard the sounds of zippers by the urinals. He heard the telltale sound of them urinating when she suddenly revived herself like a zombie.

  Wrapping a firm hand around his mouth she started to furiously fuck him, standing up. He held onto her, trying to pry away her vice like grip as she forced him to fuck just feet away from two of his classmates. His moaned and gasped were drowned in her seasoned hand. He could see their feet as they conversed and did their business.

  "You're mine," she grunted into his ear and he came undone. He screamed into her hand as he came violently, her other hand coming up to muffle his sound.

  They both shook as he filled her with his thick hot spurts of semen. Shivering, they heard the sink and then the door shut, leaving silence in it's wake.

  Pulling her hands off of his mouth his head lolled to the side. She had left a nice dark mark on his neck.

  "Hardest...fuck...ever," he panted feeling borderline victimized.

  She stood up laughing happily.

  "That's what I'm here for."

  She buttoned up her shirt and slipped back on her underwear while he righted himself. Taking time to try to look presentable they exited the bathroom like nothing happened. They walked in silence to the next building where their class would soon begin.

  "So..." Bengy said, feeling once again embarrassed as he reviewed the events.

  "Now what?"

  "Now what what?" Alice asked frowning. "Now what nothing! You already agreed to be my slave. So now I'm going to use you in any way I see fit. Any objections to that?"

  Bengy gave her a small smile. "None at all Mistress." She felt her heart flutter and could only grin.

  "Hey you jerks!"

  Turning they saw Cat rushing toward them with her bag, his bag, and Alice's bag in tow.

  Knowing he had at least two textbooks inside his he rushed forward to help her, feeling a bit guilty.

  "Way to meet me at the next class!" she barked handing his bag over. "You both skipped two of our most important classes! What the hell? This isn't high school you idiots! Are you trying to ruin your lives?"

  Turning she looked at Bengy and glared at him head.

  "And what happened to you? You just ran like you saw danger!"

  Alice extended a hand thanking Cat and took her bag.

  "Thanks Cat, I know our books must have been pretty heavy."

  "Damn right they were," she huffed, rolling her now sore shoulders. "Where the hell did you two deliquents disappear off to anyway?"

  Bengy pulled at his collar nervously.

  Cat put her hands on her hips expectantly.

  "Well? You awful brats?"

  "Give her a second," Alice grinning at the blushing Bengy. "It'll...come to her."

  Cat looked at both of them back and forth in confusion before noticing an interesting red mark on Bengy's neck. Seeing her eyes draw to it, he pulled his shirt collar closer in.

  Looking almost borderline horrified, Cat took a very deliberate step back.

  "Oh..." she said blushing. "Well, um...I-I'll see you guys, um in class."

  "Cat..." Alice said reaching out for the uncomfortable girl.

  "Don't touch me!" she shrieked running off. "I won't get mixed up in your world Alice! You can't make me! I do my homework! You just stay the hell over there with that!"

  Alice laughed and held Bengy's hand as they walked in her direction.

  "What do you say let's go fuck with Cat?"

  Bengy laughed. He really did like messing with her. It was always fun to prank her and get her flustered.

  "Yeah? What are we going to do?" he asked already thinking of something.

  Alice raised an eyebrow.

  "What do you mean what are we going to do? I just told you."

 
He tilted his head in confusion before much like Cat, it dawned on him.

  "Wait...what?!"

  The End.

  Becky's Best Birthday

  Locked together in their lust filled passion they hadn't noticed how warm the room really was. They didn't care. Their bodies glistening and slippery seemed to make the coupling even better. He had worked his arms under hers and reached up and locked his fingers with hers to hold her, as if she might get away. He was thrusting as hard as he could, trying to get even deeper inside her, and she was arching up against him to eagerly receive his massive feeling cock. His mouth on hers muffled some of the gasps and moans and other guttural sounds and their tongues frantically danced with each other. He could taste the Brandy they had been sipping. 'Well, 20. That's not too young for a drink, not really, not at home,' he thought.

  "My God!" she gasped. Her head now rolling side to side with her eyes closed while licking her lips. She was in the throes of her second orgasm and he could feel her body quiver. She pulled her hands free and moved them down to grasp his ass as if she could pull him even deeper into her.

  He raised up and gasped "I'm going to cum Becky!" He was tensing up and getting that amazing feeling that comes when his balls were filling his cock so his prostate could shoot it all into her. Often he had thought 'Thank God it still works.'

  She could feel him tightening and looking in his eyes she said "Cum baby, let me have it."

  He was breathing hard and gasping as he continued his internal assault on her lithe body. Thrusting, grunting, thrusting, moaning, thrusting, gasping, thrusting......

  He looked almost as if he was in pain and then he asked, like always, "It's ok? It's ok if I cum in you? Tell me."

  "Oh yes hun!" she gasped out. "Cum. Cum inside me. I want your cum in me. Deep in me. Fuck your hot, wonderful cum deep into my womb!"

  Her words was what he needed. He bucked and pushed hard and with a loud "YES!!" he exploded inside her. She was clawing him as his climax had tossed her back over the edge and she was engulfed by her 3rd and largest orgasm. She arched and moaned and bucked against him as he drove harder, deeper and continued to unload into her...then another thrust and a final surge of his still potent cum before he relaxed, spent, exhausted.

  He gently lowered down onto her and she wrapped her arms around him pulling him tight to her. Their bodies melting together while their breathing tried to catch up with itself.

  He was licking his lips and realizing how dried out he was now. "I can't move. I can't get up. You just got all my strength. You'll have to push me off." He relaxed more and let his weight push her down into the mattress.

  "No," she said simply. She hugged him tighter and wrapped her legs around him as if to hold him so he couldn't leave. "I want you right where you are. I wish you could stay right here, in me, forever."

  Raising just enough to look into her eyes he smiled and nodded. Yeah, what a thought. He wished he could stay right there too. Locked up with her, in her, warm, safe and loved.

  But in a couple of minutes he was losing what was left of his erection and was about to slide out. She did push against him and said "Sorry but forever is over now." He laughed with her and rolled over on his back beside her.

  "My God you are incredible," he finally spoke.

  "No, you are incredible," she replied, "Three terrific orgasms. Count 'em, three."

  He laughed and rolled onto his side to face her. "Happy Birthday Becky. I hope it was a good one."

  She rolled on her side to face him and put her nose to his and licked his lips. "I love you so much. I will never be able to thank mom enough for agreeing to share you with me. No one has ever made me feel the way you make me feel."

  He started putting little kisses all over her face. "I love you too baby. You were always my favorite and I still can't believe sometimes that you come to me and allow me to be inside you." His eyes were searching hers as she moved closer and pushed her ample breasts against his chest. Her body now fully up against his while she traced some frown wrinkles with her finger. He continued "I would have taken you many years earlier but I had to wait until your mom approved."

  She smiled and whispered "I'm glad she did. And I always get a kick out of you asking me if you can cum. You know you can. You always can. I do and it would only be fair."

  "Oh, I know." he replied, "But maybe because our first couple of times you didn't want me to so now I always want to give you a last chance to say no."

  She looked a little sorry. "I wish I had let you cum in me then. I think I was nervous or scared or something. But not anymore. I love the feel of you cumming in me. And how big and hard you are when you first enter me, it's wonderful."

  He laughed. "For now. What happens when I can't get it up anymore? I'm getting older you know."

  She backed away a little. "Older? You are so hot and always so hard. I can't believe I wouldn't be able to help you get it up."

  Now he did laugh. "You are awesome! Your mom says the same things. She says she doesn't see anytime when I wouldn't be able to satisfy her. I love you both so much. But..someday..I mean I'm 61 now. Are you ever going to stop coming to see me?"

  Becky looked deep into his eyes for what seemed like eternity. She put her gentle hands on each side of his face and leaning in she kissed him, tenderly and lovingly. "I will always come to you," she whispered "If the day ever comes that you can't be my lover you will always be my grandpa."

  The End.

  Club Raunchy

  A few months ago my husband Bill and I went to Berlin for a holiday. Actually it was a double celebration -- my 48th birthday and our 25th wedding anniversary a couple of days later. It was our first visit there and we had a lovely time seeing the impressive sights of the city and strolling in the Tiergarten in the sun. On the night of my birthday we went out for a gorgeous meal, and so we decided we'd like to do something a bit different for the anniversary. That morning Bill was flicking through a magazine he'd picked up on a U-Bahn train when he showed me an advert and said "This sounds like a bit of a laugh."

  It was for a place called Club Raunchy, in the heart of the eastern part of the city. The ad showed a row of female dancers wearing feathered head-dresses and very little else, and promised a 'live sex show.' The club's logo was a thick, erect, veined penis with what appeared to be a scarlet demon's pointed tail curled around it; to be honest I thought the whole thing looked a bit tacky, but Bill seemed quite amused by the idea and I wanted to make him happy after the expensive birthday meal he'd bought me, so I agreed we'd go and he phoned to make a booking.

  I wasn't sure what sort of outfit would be appropriate for such a place so I opted for a sparkly black calf-length dress with a V-neck which showed just a little bit of cleavage and a zip up the back. Perhaps I should explain at this point that I'm fairly ordinary looking; I've got quite short, curly chestnut hair and my face is reasonably pretty I suppose, with a pale complexion, big brown eyes, fleshy lips and just a few faint lines around my eyes and lips. I'm five-feet-six tall, and probably a couple of stone overweight, with quite big boobs (DD cup), a big bum and chubby thighs. I live in Surrey, south of London, and I work as a receptionist in a doctors' surgery. Basically, if you went to central casting and said you wanted 'average middle-aged housewife' I'm what you'd end up with.

  The club entrance was down a dimly lit alley off a main street. It looked like the cliched image of such a place, with a red and blue neon sign over the entrance and a quite steep flight of stairs leading down to the premises. The front desk was staffed by a pretty blonde girl with her boobs nearly flowing out of her skimpy dress; she looked me up and down and told a waitress (equally under-dressed) to take us to Table Two. The club was set out with small round tables, covered in white tablecloths with red silhouettes of curvy women on them, and I was quite surprised to find that we had been seated right by the stage, to one side. It was dark inside but I got the impression from the sounds around me that most of the clientele were male, perhaps not s
urprisingly.

  As soon as we were seated the waitress gave us a bottle of champagne, "compliments of the management." Naturally I assumed it was just included in the price of the tickets. As she bent over to pour it her dress was loose enough that I could clearly see her nipples -- I thought Bill's eyes were going to pop out when she turned to him! At the other end the dress was so short that as she poured his drink I saw right up it; at first I thought she wasn't wearing pants, then I realised they were so brief that they had all but disappeared between her bum cheeks and the lips of her quim.

  The champagne was very pleasant, but had a slightly unusual taste, slightly spicy. After a couple of glasses of it my head was rather swimming. (In the light of what subsequently occurred I wondered if there was something else in the bottle with the champers.) Anyway, from the small food menu we ordered a surprisingly good wiener schnitzel, then the show started. I'm no prude and I admit I found it quite entertaining and erotic. There was lots of naked flesh, male and female, with performers stripping, dancing, wrapped around poles and wrapped around each other! There was quite a lot of sex too; at first I took it for granted that it was simulated, but I soon changed my mind about that. At the back of the small stage was a large video screen, and from somewhere in the club the action on stage was being videoed, with close-ups of the action projected onto the screen. It seemed pretty clear that the dancers were actually shagging and sucking each other; after a girl had sucked a man's huge cock, right in front of me on the stage, she stuck out her tongue and on the big screen it certainly appeared to be coated in his spunk. I can't deny, I could feel myself getting hot and sweaty watching all this sexual activity, my pussy was starting to feel damp, and I couldn't wait for the show to end and Bill and I to get back to our hotel room!

  After maybe 45 minutes two women put on an energetic lesbian show. Both were slim and incredibly beautiful one blonde and one brunette, and, with the high heels they were wearing, stood well over six feet. Even though I'd never been that way inclined I did find it pretty sexy to watch. After they'd 69'd at the front of the stage they both rose to wild applause, cheering and whistling, and I assumed their act was over. But then a spotlight started roaming across the audience, accompanied by a drum roll, and from the rumble of chuckling around me I gathered that whatever was going to happen next was a regular part of their act. The spotlight picked out several women, focussing on them for a couple of seconds each while they sat giggling nervously, then finally it came to rest on me and settled there. The long drum roll ended with a cymbal crash, and the next thing I knew our waitress was grabbing me by the hand and pushing me up an adjacent set of steps and onto the stage!