Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  Again the waves came one after another, faster and faster and with more intensity. The beast finally let go of her hair and slowed down its pounding. It was all she could do to catch her breath when the beast grabbed her shoulders with its massive paws and flipped her over onto her stomach effortlessly.

  She lied there breathing heavily and without any strength to move when she could feel the beast on her again. It spread it legs on each side of hers and then took her arms and pulled them behind her back and locked both wrists together with one firm grasp of a single paw just above her ass.

  Its huge cock began to poke around her pussy again. After finding her opening, it slid into her again. She let out a holler that sounded more like death than pleasure, but it certainly wasn't.

  "OOOHHHHHHHHHH" "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

  The beast again to thrust itself deep into her pussy when with its hooves, pressed her knees together closing her up. This caused even further friction inside her already sore and beaten pussy.

  The beast began thrusting fast and hard. It took its other paw and grabbed her hair again and pulled back on her head forcing her huge breasts to be pressed hard into the dirt as they became filthy.

  Holding her hands behind her and pulling her head back by her hair, the beast again began to fuck hard and pound on her frame and she lied face down in the dirt of the forest. Again the massive waves of orgasm started to ride over her. One after another, each orgasm robbed her of any strength she may have had left.

  The beast after what seemed to be an eternity began pounding faster and faster while its head rose up and back. It began to growl louder and soon became a loud deafening howl.

  "AAHHH OOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The beast howled as it began to fill her with its huge amount of seed.

  She could feel its hot sticky cum filling her completely. She could feel it ooze out of her opening as there was not enough room for the beasts juices with its massive meat inside her, It pumped more and more cum deep inside her that would overflow and squirt to the forest floor with every thrust.

  "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

  Its pounding was incessant and her orgasms continued one after another until the beast finally emptied what felt like gallons of its beasthood inside her spent worthless body.

  For a moment, the beast stayed motionless above her while staying inside her pussy. It let go of her hair and her head fell weak to the ground. It let go of her arms and they too, limped to her side and laid motionless. When the beast pulled out, again it seemed it was all the way to her chest. She let out one final moan as each inch was pulled from inside her. The beast rose up and stood above her. She lied on the ground face down body twitching and convulsing void of any strength whatsoever. Her body was dirty and covered in a shiny sheen of drool and cum that mirrored the light of the full moon. The only strength she had left was enough to push air in and out of her lungs to barely stay alive.

  The beast finally stepped out and slowly wondered off from its prey leaving her body ravished and bruised with slight cuts and welts that were covered somewhat in dirt from the woods. She was by all means, a filthy dirty mess, the utter definition of a battered, ravished women.

  A while passed and the east sky began to lighten with the glow of red and oranges across the sky. When she awakened in bed, she quickly opened her eyes and sat up fast trying to get her bearings. The soft early morning light dimly lit her room as she realized she must have dreamt the whole thing.

  She fell back down to her pillow and lied there so very tired. She felt as if she didn't even get any sleep. She thought about the dream she had and how intense and real it felt. She even allowed herself to not only accept it as just a dream, but even be aroused by it. It was a little exciting to think of being taken in the night by some monstrous beast and found it appealing to her, not that she would ever actually want it to happen.

  She finally got the energy to sit up in bed and when she looked down, she saw the tattered remains of her lingerie and the dirt still covering her welted breasts.

  "Oh My God!"

  The End.

  Reacquainted Passion

  Hearing her name being called, Lorna stood up and turned round. "Sorry I'm a bit late," Martin said as he closed the distance between them, "the traffic was absolutely horrendous!" They hugged and exchanged a brief kiss, then stood back, each looking at the other.

  "Oh, you're forgiven, I guess," she replied with a smile, "But I was beginning to feel stood up."

  "Like I'd ever do that to you," Martin said. "You haven't changed a bit," he added as he cast an appraising eye over Lorna, smiling the same slightly lopsided smile that she had always found so endearing. "And don't bother lying to me by saying I haven't either."

  "Don't worry," Lorna replied with a wicked grin, "I wasn't going to." She stuck her tongue out then added, "You are looking well though," as she stepped forward to hug him again.

  They ordered their drinks and found a quiet table. As they drank, they reminisced about the times they had had together when they were students, about what mutual friends had done, and how their lives had changed in the years since the had last seen each other. As they talked they moved, imperceptibly closer to each other. Occasionally, Lorna would rest her hand on Martin's thigh, or lift it to brush a stray hair from his face. Every now and then, Martin would brush his foot against hers and lean into her as she talked. Neither of them seemed to notice these little intimacies.

  "You know," Lorna said absently, "you still have really lovely eyes. I've always loved those deep brown eyes of yours."

  Martin laughed. "I do remember you mentioning that on occasion," he replied. "Any other bits of me you had any particular fondness for?" he added with a mischievous grin.

  Lorna actually blushed. "Oh hell yeah," she replied, "there were definitely other bits of you I really liked. Bits that turned me on and made me feel really good."

  "Care to elaborate?"

  "Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," she said coyly. "In fact," she continued with a very pointed glance in the direction of his groin, "it would appear that that bit of you seems to remember too."

  It was Martin's turn to blush. "Don't worry," Lorna said soothingly, "I'll take it as a compliment, for now..." Without warning, she leant forward and kissed him.

  The kiss became passionate. Martin responded to Lorna's touch, pressing his lips firmly against hers. Suddenly he broke away. "Lorna... I can't... I mean I shouldn't... I'm sorry, I..."

  "Ssh!" Lorna said soothingly, putting a finger to his lips. "It's all right. I want this," she purred softly, "don't you?"

  "Well yes, I mean no, I mean... Oh damn Lorna, yes I want it but...I mean... Well, you're married."

  "So? He's not here and you are. I'm not going to tell him," she replied, "and, besides, it won't be the first time you've had me when I've been with someone else, will it?"

  "No, true," Martin admitted, "But this is different. We were younger then and you're married now."

  "Married, seeing someone, what's the difference? You know me, I've never been very good at monogamy and you've always had an effect on me and you still do. From the moment I first saw you again this evening, I knew where it would end up."

  "I... I don't know, Lorna. Somehow it feels different, to me anyway."

  "Look," she said soothingly, "Brian's a good man and he knows about my weaknesses and indulges me. Actually, it's a two way thing; we indulge each other. The success of our relationship is that we both know what to turn a blind eye to."

  "Well, um..."

  Lorna cut off any further protests with another kiss. There was an almost audible snap as the last barriers of his resistance crumbled and he began to respond with increasing passion. Feeling her passion flare, she pushed him away. "Let's get out of here so we can get properly reacquainted," she whispered huskily, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

  Rising to her feet, Lorna took Martin's hand and quickly led him out of the bar and through the corridor to her room
. Once inside, they tumbled on to the bed, their lips pressed firmly together.

  As they kissed Lorna's fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his firmly muscled chest. She let her fingers explore and gently caress his skin as their lips pressed ever more firmly together.

  "Oh Lorna," Martin moaned softly then began to nuzzle her neck. Lorna felt him begin to undo her blouse. His hands slipped inside to gently, lovingly cup her breasts, still contained inside the soft, silky material of her bra. Tilting his head forward, Martin began to kiss the swell of her breasts. As he did, Lorna reached behind her back to release the bra clasp. She struggled out of her blouse, still kissing and nibbling his neck as his tongue licked over the exposed area of her breasts, moaning softly as she felt his lips warm against her soft skin.

  With her blouse lying crumpled on the bed, Martin pushed the straps of Lorna's bra down over her shoulders. It fell away. "Ooooh," she gasped as he ran the flats of his hands over her nipples, teasing them gently as they stiffened between his fingers.

  Martin dipped his head lower and began to lick and suck on Lorna's breasts. A warm feeling began to spread over and through her as she let her hands fall to his lap and began to undo his trousers. "Ohhhh, Martin!!!" she gasped as he cupped her breasts in his hands and began to nibble gently on her nipples.

  Lost in a haze of aroused anticipation, Lorna's fingers sought out Martin's cock and released it from its confinement. She stroked it lightly, feeling it stiffen in her hand as Martin's tongue traced a path back and forth across her breasts, making its way from one nipple to the other; her excitement mounting with each timeless second that passed.

  Lorna managed to disentangle herself from Martin and slid off the bed, positioning herself between his legs.

  "Hmmm, this brings back memories," she said, giving Martin a cheeky wink as she took his cock in her hand and began to stroke it lightly. She leaned forward and began to run her tongue up his shaft.

  "Oh Lorna," Martin sighed as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock and lightly flicked over the slit at its tip. Lorna licked her lips then opened her mouth as wide as she could. She stretched her lips around his thick shaft and slid as much of it as she could into her mouth.

  Martin sighed as Lorna worked her lips slowly up and down, sucking hard as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. He gasped as her tongue swirled over and around the swollen head. "Oh fuck, Lorna," he moaned as she took him deep, "that's so, so good!"

  With her lips stretched wide around his thick shaft, Lorna found herself only able to suck his cock for a few minutes before her mouth began to ache. Reluctantly she let it slip from between her lips. She leaned forward, pressing herself firmly against him. Martin's cock nestled between her breasts. Pushing them together, Lorna began to rub them up and down the length of his shaft.

  "Oh fuck that feels good," sighed Martin as he wanked him with her breasts.

  "I'm so glad you think so," Lorna replied, her lashes fluttering playfully over her ice-blue eyes, "I seem to remember you used to love fucking my tits."

  Squeezing her nipples as she worked her breasts up and down the sides of his prick, Lorna felt her own desire begin to swell. At the bottom of each stroke the tip of his cock was directly in front of her mouth and Lorna flicked her tongue over it, bringing appreciative gasps from Martin's mouth.

  Up and down, over and over, his cock slid along her cleavage. Drops of pre-cum oozed from his cock and Lorna lapped them up eagerly, savouring their hot, salty flavour.

  "Oh Lorna!" Martin groaned as his cock throbbed between her breasts. "I can't take any more," he moaned, "I have to cum."

  Lorna's pussy throbbed, crying out to be filled with Martin's cock. His impending climax heightened her own almost overpowering sense of arousal. Somewhat ruefully, from the way his breath came in gasps and the way that his cock twitched between her breasts she realised that he was too close to boiling point and the hard, satisfying fuck that she craved would have to wait. She smiled up at him. "Cum in my mouth," she said softly before wrapping her lips around the head of his cock once again.

  Sucking hard and flicking her tongue over the sensitive slit, Lorna began to wank him with one hand. As her fingers pumped up and down she gently squeezed his balls with her free hand. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Lorna!" he moaned as his cock began to twitch even more violently. Lorna felt Martin's body stiffen. His fingers clutched the edge of the bed, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to hold back as long as possible.

  As Martin fought to delay his release, Lorna took her hand from his balls and began to finger her pussy under her skirt. She slipped her fingers inside her knickers, their fabric already soaked with her juices that flowed freely over her fingers as she began rubbing her clit with increasing urgency.

  Suddenly, she felt his balls contract. With her fingers wrapped around his shaft Lorna felt his cum surge up through his cock. As the first jet of his hot fluid erupted into her mouth, Lorna drove her fingers into her pussy, igniting her own orgasm.

  Shaking as her climax gripped her, Lorna swallowed quickly as a torrent of cum pumped from Martin's cock and into her hungry mouth. Jet after hot, sticky jet shot over her tongue as she endeavoured to swallow it all while savouring the sensations of her own release.

  The flood from Martin's cock eventually slowed to a trickle. Lorna's fingers skilfully milked the last remaining drops of cum from his cock. She let it collect in her mouth, savouring its flavour before swallowing it down. Her jaws ached as she let his cock slip from between my lips. Her body still trembled as she let the energy of her own climax slowly dissipate.

  Martin smiled down at her. "Fuck Lorna, that was wonderful," he said. "You've no idea how much I needed that."

  She smiled back. "Glad to have been of service," she said as she got up and sat next to him on the edge of the bed. "I trust my abilities haven't diminished with age?" she asked coyly.

  Martin kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Not at all," he replied. "In fact, if anything, you were even better than I remembered." He kissed her again then added, "I hope your husband realises just how lucky he is."

  Lorna smiled. "Don't worry, he does," she replied with a smile. Then, effecting an almost convincing look of angelic innocence she added, "Why do you think he married me in the first place? It certainly wasn't for my cooking skills!"

  "That's probably true," Martin replied with a wicked grin. "You always could manage to burn water," he added.

  "Swine!" Lorna cried, playfully slapping Martin's shoulder.

  "It's true, admit it," Martin teased, "I don't think I've ever known anyone quite as inept as you in the kitchen." He paused, planting a kiss on Lorna's forehead. "At least where cooking was concerned," he added, "You were quite creative in other areas as I remember."

  "Heartless beast," Lorna cried, almost but not quite managing to sound genuinely hurt.

  "Guilty as charged," Martin replied. He kissed her cheek softly then said, "And now, I guess I should repay the compliment."

  "Yes you should," she replied, "and since I'm going to have to wait for you to get hard again before you give me the fuck I need so badly, the very least you can do is give my pussy a good tongue lashing."

  Martin laughed then kissed Lorna again, slowly at first but with ever increasing intensity. With their lips locked together, he gently pushed her backwards until she lay flat out on the bed. Martin kissed his way down Lorna's neck then along her shoulder and down to her breasts. As his tongue licked over their surface, his hands moved down and began to pull at the waist of her skirt. Lorna raised her hips slightly, letting her skirt be pulled down her legs to her ankles. With a deft kick it was sent falling to the floor. Martin leaned forward. He kissed her stomach as his hands tugged at her knickers. Lorna squirmed against the bed, helping him to remove them. In seconds, they too had been added to the pile of discarded clothing on the floor.

  Martin sat back briefly and smiled as his eyes feasted on Lorna's neatly trimmed pussy. Lorna smiled back. Open
ing her legs, she exposed her smooth lower lips to his gaze. Catching his gaze, her desire burning in her eyes, she ran a finger between the folds of her pussy, spreading her enflamed, wet labia, opening herself up to him. Her body squirmed involuntarily at the contact; her warm juices coated her finger.

  Martin grabbed Lorna's hand and raised her finger to his lips. He seemed to savour the taste as he sucked her finger into his mouth. "Mmmmm Lorna, you taste delicious," he said, "every bit as god as I remember."

  Before Lorna could muster a reply Martin moved between her legs and lowered his face to her pussy.

  "Ohhhhh mmmmm," Lorna sighed as Martin's tongue slid between her moist lower lips and licked along the length of her slit. He flicked his tongue over Lorna's clit, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through her before beginning a leisurely exploration of her pussy.

  Lorna squirmed with pleasure as Martin's tongue probed every fold of her pussy. She moaned as he sucked gently on her labia. His touch was soft and sure and Lorna savoured the sensations.

  As Martin's tongue lapped up her juices Lorna's body writhed with pleasure. She began to play with her breasts, cupping them in her hands and squeezing her nipples as Martin's tongue expertly drove her towards her climax.

  Martin sucked Lorna's clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over its tip. She felt a familiar warm glow begin to spread from her womb to engulf her entire body. The walls of Lorna's pussy began to contract and she bit her lip as she held on, letting the pressure grow.

  As Martin's mouth drove her onwards, Lorna began to whimper softly. Her earlier climax had only served to whet her appetite and her body craved the release of her impending orgasm.

  Desperately, she held back, trying to prolong the pleasure as Martin feasted hungrily on her pussy. The contractions grew stronger, spreading to her womb, becoming increasingly intense with every stroke of Martin's tongue, yet still she held back, denying herself the release her body demanded.