The Dirtiest Daddy's Taboo

by Alina Nicholson

'Shoulders?' she asked, putting a hand on my left shoulder.

  'Yes,' I said, grimacing as she pushed a little.

  'I'm a part-time masseuse,' she said. 'You get to know where someone is tense, just by looking.'

  I expected her to ask me if my nipples were tense.

  She pressed into my neck.

  'Ooooh, you are tense!' she exclaimed.

  She contemplated me for a moment. That always affects me, when people run their eyes over me. In a wet and slippery way. Better to be looked over, than overlooked, I say.

  'Look, I have a few people I massage regularly. I am picky about who my clients are. Would you be interested in my free, introductory massage? It's free.'

  Hmm, that sounded good. If I had dull, boring, plain, middle-aged, plump Denise run her hands all over my slim, slinky, hot, oiled, naked, delicious body, I might be less inclined to succumb to other people who wanted to fuck me senseless.

  'Yes, that sounds good,' I sighed, as she worked my tight muscles. Damn, she was good.

  'I could give you one now,' Denise said. 'I have my massage equipment in the car. Why don't we strike while the iron is hot?'

  Well, we did. In no time, we were at my place, with Denise setting up her portable massage table.

  'How do you want me?' I asked.

  Denise looked at me, slowly. Damn, that got me going. There was something about the lazy way she ran her eyes over me. My nipples hardened. She contemplated them. They hardened some more.

  'The less you wear, the better,' she said.

  So I was quickly lying face down on the table in just my G-string.

  That was a mistake.

  Denise started on my head. The scalp and neck.

  'Tell me how it feels, so I can adjust the pressure,' Denise said.

  'Mmmm, that's good,' I murmured.

  While it may have helped Denise, verbalising what the massage was like was really turning me on.

  'That's good ... right there ... a little harder ... dig your fingers in there ... ooooh, that's good ... more, more ... harder, harder ... aaaah ...'

  I felt like she was fucking me, rather than massaging me. I was getting very slippery. I was hoping she couldn't smell my pussy amongst the other aromas in the room. I could sure smell it.

  Denise sighed.

  'You OK?' I asked.

  'Just enjoying the aromas,' she said.

  Damn, she was on to me. I didn't mind that much though. I was becoming very horny and very submissive.

  She massaged me from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes. Scalp, neck, back, arse, legs, feet. Then back to my arse. Then she ran her fingers ever so lightly all the way down and up me.

  Then down me.

  Then up me. Then down me.

  Then up to my thighs.

  I parted them a little.

  She ran her hands up the insides of my thighs. I pushed my arse up just a little.

  Denise leant over me and whispered in my ear,' An orgasm would help you to relax, you know'.

  Oh I know it would.

  'Yes, please,' I whispered back.

  A finger slipped up my pussy.

  'Oh yes,' I sighed.

  'So wet,' Denise observed.

  Denise went to work on me. With one hand she massaged my arse, right down in the crack.

  'Ahhh, that's nice,' I moaned.

  With her other hand she finger fucked me. Hard and fast.

  'Get up on your hands and knees,' she commanded. 'I can enjoy you better, you dirty bitch.'

  Oh fuck, she was pushing all my buttons. I love being enjoyed.

  She rubbed oil all over my tits and mauled them. Slapped them. Abused them. I love that when I'm being finger fucked.

  I came. Hard. Twitching erratically.

  'You like that, you sexy, little slut,' Denise whispered in my ear.

  'Oh fuck yes,' I moaned.

  'Shall I get my strap on and fuck you senseless?' she asked, needlessly.

  'Oh yes please,' I sighed, my head resting on my hands.

  'Bend over the massage table, while I strap it on.'

  I did. I spread my legs. Damn that orgasm was good. I was lost in sweet memories, when I felt something between my legs. Denise was positioning the strap on against my pussy.

  'I'm all wet and read ...' I started to say, when she rammed the strap on right up me!

  'Oh, fuck ... fuck ... fuck,' I mumbled incoherently.

  'Oh fuck YES!' she cried out.

  She held the cock right up me. Damn, I like that. It was big. And long. And hard. And right up my cunt.

  'Does my little fucktoy like my hard cock?' Denise purred in my ear, pulling my head back by my hair. Harshly. Ooooh I like that!

  'Oh yes, fuck your fucktoy. Fuck me, do me, screw me, bone me, dick me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' I said, hoping I was making myself clear.

  She pulled the cock all the way out, making me sigh. She paused for a moment, and then slammed right up me again. I rode up on the table, she slammed me so hard.

  'Take that bitch,' she grunted.

  So I did. I took it with pleasure. Damn, this bitch knew how to use a strap on. Not unlike Susie. Ah Susie. She could probably hear me being fucked. And fucked. And fucked. And mounted.

  Yep, there she was. The door was slightly ajar, and Susie was watching. She was naked. Fingering herself. The dirty bitch. She was going to want my arse later. She was damn near impossible to resist -- and Denise had blown my defences to smithereens. Susie loved to do me. About 3 in the morning I was confident she would be doing me. Senseless. Probably up the arse.

  Public speaking was supposed to save me from sex. So much for that plan. However my musings were rudely interrupted as Denise slid a well-lubricated finger up my arse. She fucked me even harder. One hand found my clit and rubbed it.

  Oh fuck, I was going to cum. Just as it hit me, Denise came too.

  'Oh fuck, I'm coming,' she cried out, and slammed me hard.

  'Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,' I groaned as I came.

  Denise pulled my head around and kissed me brutally, as she spasmed against my twitching body.

  ....

  Denise put me to bed and tucked me in. I was all relaxed now.

  'Leave your window open tomorrow night,' she whispered in my ear, as she left.

  Later that night I sensed another body in the bed. Soft hands found their way to my breasts and arse. I was going to be stuffed in the morning, I thought, as a groan of pleasure escaped me, and Susie started to enjoy me.

  The End.

  An American Relocates

  CHAPTER 1

  Sun shafts through the treetops infiltrated early morning mist over the river as Loretta Oblinger sat in the sales office, hands warmed by a hot mug of coffee resting against her breasts. Smiling faintly, she contemplated the scene and thought about the wedding she'd attend that afternoon, alone, although the invitation stated 'and partner'.

  Tomboy (actually Tessa) was the last of her closest friends to commit to a guy, leaving Loretta almost thirty-four, last 'maiden' on the shelf. Oh there had been guys, plenty of them, including a few who could really send her blood racing. But only one had seemed to be Mr Right until he was taken from her. However, she'd not given up, believing one day her prince would come.

  "And cum copiously," she sighed, not at all embarrassed at that exclamation. Loretta rarely talked dirty but she thought dirty. Often.

  A black and silver SUV pulled up. Loretta didn't recognize the vehicle or the driver who looked about her age but when he turned she knew she didn't know him. The guy had unruly long brown hair, a wide chest under his polo shirt and wore a hunting jacket, tight light-blue jeans and hand-tooled brown western boots. She judged he was rather too well dressed for a New Zealand guy on a Saturday morning. When about to enter after opening the door he wiped his boots, obeying the sign. She figured he had to be a foreigner.

  She went out to greet him. "Hi, welcome. May I pour you a coffee?"

  He said in an American acce
nt, "That's mighty fine of you Loretta."

  She almost dropped the coffee pot. He knew her!

  Loretta looked at him carefully and decided he didn't look the stalker kind although she really had no idea what they looked like. He appeared to read her confusion as she handed across the coffee.

  "I live across the river from you at Miller's Crossing, just moved in. The ferryman's wife pointed you out to me and said you were house-sitting here at the Richard's place.

  "Yes, Marcia Richards is my aunt. They are touring Europe. I stay here at nights to keep an eye on the place that is a little isolated and I manage the store Saturday mornings to give the manager a two-day break."

  "It will be warm as it's approaching mid-summer over there. Here's okay though, I haven't had my snow gear out yet."

  "You won't be wearing it either Mr...?"

  "Domboise but call me Harden ma'am."

  Loretta swallowed, rehearsing never to accidentally call him Mr Hardon or for that matter Mr Hard and Ready. Now what was his name? Miraculously, her mind being young, it dropped into place.

  "Harden you'll not find snow in winter around here. It occurs down in the center of the island and to the mountain ranges east of there on the Central Plateau experience light falls, but high up. By the way everyone calls me Loretta."

  "Ah, fine name."

  "My later mother was America and I was born in Nebraska."

  "Well, well. I've spent most of my life in Chicago and a few months ago had a big claim against my marine pile-driving company upheld by the court that ruined me financially and took my reputation with. My folk gave me a bucket of money that cannot be touched by the claimants and so here I am."

  "Oh I'm so dreadfully sorry at you loss Harden."

  Harden said softly, "Well at least I do have my mom and dad."

  What, no wife or lover? Loretta had to turn away.

  He said solemnly, "No rings I see."

  "No."

  "We'll my wife left me as soon as my assets were frozen and later divorced me. Since we are neighbors perhaps we could negotiate a date?"

  "Yes."

  Harden appeared to be waiting for a more encouraging response.

  "I...er...er...oh sod it. I'm not shy. Come with me to a wedding this afternoon a 4:00. Although I advised I'd be unaccompanied, the bride is one of my best friends and her mom is a great planner so will have asked for some extra settings."

  "Are you sure?"

  "Does that mean the answer is yes?"

  "I hadn't gotten than far but since you are so keen and it's been quite a while since I've had a prospective date apparently keen about me, the answer has to be yes."

  "I didn't want you to feel pressured."

  "I don't feel pressured."

  "You can always pull out."

  "I don't want to pull out."

  "Oh, thank you. Pick me up a 3:30 as the church is only five minutes away and I can introduce you to people before the church service begins. I have the present."

  "This is wonderful Loretta. I'm off to the city to buy a formal shirt."

  "Excellent, now your purpose for being here. Timber or hardware?"

  "Nancy at the store told me when I asked you worked at your father's mill sales office. I came to ask if you wanted to accompany me to a movie tonight." He looked at his boots and muttered, "Nancy said you were damn attractive."

  "Oh, how nice."

  "Um the wedding will give me the chance to meet local folk. I arrived from Fiji five days ago and most of me time has been taken up with finding a property with immediate possession, settling on it and buying some bits of furniture and the like. Some decking needs to be replaced and the riverfront fence was apparently swept away by the last big flood two years ago so needs replacing."

  "Will you'll get hardware supplies from here and timber from dad's mill?"

  "I certainly will."

  "Then sign this application form for 60 days' credit as a wholesale customer at this store. As you were a pile driver you qualify for contractor's and tradesmen's discount."

  "Well, that's stretching eligibility. It's mighty generous of you of you and the folk who own this store."

  Loretta involuntarily pressed her thighs together when she opened the door and grabbed the first look at her date. She was fairly tall for a woman at five-eleven but broad-shouldered Harden was at least six-three. His hair was slicked-back into a ponytail. He wore a dark green velvet jacket, collarless white shirt with gold medallion riding high, fawn pants and light brown shoes. She almost panted.

  "You look gorgeous," he said and asked her to turn around slowly.

  Loretta did that, coloring slightly but she didn't mind. He'd only say 'confirmed' or something similar. Because of the chill it was a lightweight wool suit, although riding high and with a plunging neckline.

  She finished and adjusted her little hat, titling it towards her right eye. "Well?"

  "Everything is cute: ass, legs and breasts. Suit is lovely too."

  Harden, I really don't think..."

  "Then why ask if you don't except a frank answer?"

  "Thank you Harden. It's rather sweet you think my ass and legs and breasts are cute. That is a first for me, I mean someone saying that on a first date."

  "It's important for me to have you know what I think of you Loretta."

  "Thank you," she said, unable to hide a gigantic blush.

  As expected, Harden drove like a male, aggressively, but he appeared firmly in control. Quite unexpectedly he ran the conversation, saying he loved living beside the river, he now had something very beautiful to look at across the water (more blushing, but he didn't see it), his early impressions with the community north of Auckland City were very favorable and the timber yards at the mill were much larger than his first impression.

  By then they'd arrived.

  Six of Loretta's friends were standing outside the church when Roger looking at Loretta and companion said something to Ivy. The women turned as one and mouths dropped open almost in unison. Loretta was ready to give Harden anything he wanted, ANYTHING, just for being with her at that moment.

  The women rushed her and looked a little crossed-eyed trying to look at her and her partner at the same time. The introductions were made. Loretta carefully said the name as HardDEN, knowing what her friends were like. The smallest two, Judith and Christie, almost curtsied when the big mitt pushed forward to be shaken.

  Ian said something quietly to Harden who nodded and accepted a silver flask. He took a swing without wiping the neck of the container and after swallowing wiped his lips with the back of his hand in the approved manner, closely watched by the men, and said, "Black rum, lovely drop."

  The guys circled him, sign of acceptance.

  The women's conversation was very earthy and could be summed up with Judith's "Cor, where did you find HIM" and Ivy's "I bet it's a food long." They gaped when Loretta said she'd only met him that morning and no they hadn't had sex on the way to the wedding.

  After the service and the official photographs on the church steps had been taken, the bride Tessa went straight to Loretta and demanded to be introduced. She then kissed Harden almost immodestly and from that moment all watching guests assumed Harden must be big cheese. People made a point of being friendly to him during the wedding breakfast and the dancing the followed.

  At the door to the house Loretta said, "Well, what a lovely afternoon and evening. Please come in."

  Harden looked at his watch. "It's almost 1 o'clock and you're rather tipsy. Why do you want me to come in?"

  "To give you a well deserved reward. You allowed me to have such a lovely time and now my girlfriends know I've found a real man, if only for tonight."

  "Loretta, I have no wish to upset you but please, not tonight. I know it was a wedding celebration but you were rather swigging them back and your judgment will be impaired. Good night and thank you. I really enjoyed myself and met some good people. I've been invited to go fishing with Ian and Roger. I hav
e to be at the town wharf at 6:00."

  "Well hurry to bed. Obviously I come second to fishing."

  "Loretta please, you'll love me in the morning for avoiding you being embarrassed at having me seduce you on our first date."

  Bottom lip trembling, Loretta asked, "Are more dates possible?"

  "Oh yes."

  She kissed him and said, "You are quite right. God I'm drunk and we girls meet at the bride's parents place at 10:00 to start all over again."

  "Take care. I'll call at the mill on Monday to place my order for delivery of decking timber."

  "You can phone in your order...unless you wish to call to see me."

  "I wish to call to see you. You are a beautiful woman and not at all scatty for a blonde," he said, drawing a frown and then received a big smile and another kiss.

  * * *

  Harden drove slowly to the ferry crossing, swiped his card that paid for the trip across and that also gave him access to the wheelhouse.

  On the other side after driving off his SUV, Hayden returned to the wheelhouse, set the controls on to timed auto-control and sent the small vehicle ferry back to the other side forty yards away where it had protected docking below the ferryman's house. He had time to lock the door and disembark before the unmanned ferry returned along its heavy-duty guide wire. He thought what a marvelous system to ensure a night service continued after the ferryman finished work.

  In bed Harden couldn't believe his luck, virtually falling into Loretta's arms. She appeared perfect for him and at the wedding, with sixty guests present, apart from the bride's mother in his opinion Loretta was the next most outstanding female there. He chuckled recalling the envious looks he'd received from her girlfriends. He could feel Loretta beside him almost shaking and gurgling in delight. Well he now had some people likely to become buddies, including Loretta. He was likely to go to bed with Loretta but anything more would depend.

  Mrs Williams the bride's mother would be the one to provide information about Loretta The girls including Loretta gathered around her as if she were Queen Bee and he sensed that had nothing to do with being the bride's mother. She was all class and he hadn't found out what it was, but his thinking she'd been an international celebrity of some kind, possible an actress or singer. If the extra fat were stripped away, she still would have lacked the cut to be a model or a dancer.