The Dirtiest Daddy's Taboo

by Alina Nicholson

  "Well," he said. "I had kind of a surprise planned."

  She clapped her hands together. "Ooh, a surprise! What is it?"

  He shook his head, laughing. "It would hardly be a surprise then, would it? I'll drop you home. Wear something nice."

  She did what she was told. When he picked her up, she had styled her hair in a way he had never seen before. The frizz was gone. Instead, her hair hung in glossy ringlets, her eyes dark with mascara that made her lashes look impossibly long. She was wearing a long red silk dress that clung to her figure. No bra. No visible panty line. High shoes that glittered with sequins, with a thin strap around each ankle.

  He held the door of the car open for her, speechless. She laughed at him, pulling her dress up to get into the car. The gesture was so girlish. But yet she was flowering right before his eyes, into the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

  You always get me just the right thing. Fingering the small box in his pocket, he hoped it would prove to be true again.

  = = = = =

  He took her to the rooftop restaurant of the city's most expensive five star hotel. She was awed by the view. The city lay spread out before them like a glittering carpet under the black sky. He had booked the best table and ordered a bottle of the most expensive champagne.

  Opening the menu, she frowned. "Look at the price of this food," she said. "Are you sure...?

  "Have whatever you want," he said, smiling. "Happy Valentine's Day, Bee."

  She reached into her bag. "You're making me feel really bad," she said, pulling out a small box. "Here- for you. Happy Valentine's, and all. Sorry it's so crappy, compared to what you've bought."

  It was a small selection of the chocolates from the counter she worked on. Touched, he put the box beside his glass. "They're wonderful," he said. "Because you bought them. You make me so happy, Bee. Cheers!"

  They clinked glasses and sipped the champagne. She wrinkled her nose and put the glass down. "Have they got any vodka?" she said. "I'm not much into wine." She shifted in her seat, and looked out of the window.

  The meal passed in silence. She had ordered the roast beef, and looked to be savouring every mouthful. He did not feel the urge to fill the silence with chatter, as she often did, and contented himself with picking at the chicken and gazing at her, how beautiful she looked in the candlelight.

  "I'm applying for university," she said, when she had finished eating.

  "That's great!" he said. "What are you going to study?"

  "English," she said. "Not very useful, I know. But I'm good at it, so..." she shrugged. "Maybe I'll go into teaching, or something." He looked at her hands. She was twisting the napkin round and round. "Ian..." she said. "I'm going to Edinburgh, if I get in. Most of my friends are going there, and..."

  He felt as if he had been kicked in the stomach. "Edinburgh?" he said. "What's wrong with the local uni?"

  "I want to get move out, live with my friends, have some fun," she said. "I love my mum and dad, but I can't stay there forever."

  "What about..." Me, he was going to say. "Us," he finished, taking a gulp of champagne.

  She shrugged. "We'll still see each other, right? I'll have plenty of holidays. Anyway, don't worry about it. I haven't got in yet." Grinning, she drained her vodka. "We've got plenty of time."

  When he took her back to his apartment, his head was spinning from the champagne and the seeping knowledge that maybe she did not, in fact, feel as he did. It angered him more than he had thought possible. When she kissed him, he almost tore the dress from her body. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Pushing her down onto the bed, he kissed her savagely, nipped and sucked her nipples until she moaned and spread her legs. She was wet. He plunged his fingers inside her, nibbling at the sensitive spot under her ear, fastening again and again on her nipples until her eyes were unfocussed and she was begging to be fucked. Without bothering to put on a condom, he started to pound her harder and harder, climaxing fast and shuddering as his balls emptied inside her. When his head cleared, he realised she had not come. Sliding down her body, he found her clit, peeking out of its hood, swollen and red. He sucked it into his mouth, breathing in the smell of their combined fluids as his spunk started to leak out of her. Her breathing quickened and she shrieked her orgasm just as he pushed his finger into her slick pussy. He felt her inner muscles pulsing as her hips bucked against him.

  Sitting up, he sucked his spunk off his finger and looked at her. Her eyes were half closed, a lazy smile on her face. "I'm sorry," he lied.

  She shrugged. "Don't worry," she said. "I've been on the pill since I was fourteen."

  He stared at her, surprised. "So why always the condoms?"

  "I don't really like the smell of spunk," she said. "It feels weird when it runs out."

  There didn't seem to be much to say. He pulled her into his arms and stared at the ceiling, for long after her soft snores told him she had fallen asleep.

  = = = = =

  He never mentioned that night again, or her plans to go to Edinburgh. He hoped she had forgotten about it, and would come to realise how much she loved him eventually. She was young, and he was prepared to wait. Or so he told himself. The sex was as fantastic as ever, right up till the day she told him she had been accepted to Edinburgh.

  "Don't worry," she said, smiling. "We have time."

  Flights were not expensive to Edinburgh. Even if she had been going to the USA, he would still have visited her. Money was never the problem. That summer, he took her to Spain for two weeks. Two perfect, wonderful weeks by the beach, drinking cocktails and walking on the sand, looking out over the sea from the porch of the villa he had rented. The time she always talked about was running out. Three weeks to go before she left, and he planned to spend every minute he could with her. But she went away to Majorca with her friends on a last-minute cheap deal, and when she got back, she was a deep caramel colour, good enough to eat. One week left.

  She was different after that. She did not want to show him her photographs. But he saw her tagged in some of her friends' photographs on Facebook, drunk and hugging various men. Men of her own age, fresh faced and grinning. The images pierced his heart like shards of glass, but still he kept silent. She was young. They were probably just friends.

  "Wake up, Ian," Victor told him. "She's a tart, she's been shagging around, any fool can see that." But he did not listen, he couldn't.

  Bee said they were just some lads her friends had been into. "You're getting far too serious, Ian," she said on the day before she was due to leave. "Haven't you had fun with me? Just because I'm going away, doesn't mean I won't come back. There is such a thing as phones, you know."

  They made love that night, just the way she liked. There was a sad look on her face as he dropped her home the next morning. "I'll miss you," she said. "Thanks for everything. I promise I'll be back home before you know it. "

  He felt tears start to gather in his eyes and pushed her out of the car before he disgraced himself.

  = = = = =

  She was true to her word. The first chance she got, she came home. Ian picked her up from the airport and took her home to her parents' house. She had a new tattoo on her ankle, of a bee, a new piercing through her lower lip. She was full of chat about university, how much fun it was living with her friends. "You should come and visit sometime," she said. "You'd love Edinburgh."

  Been there, done that, he felt like saying. "When will I see you?" he said. "This week, I mean."

  She looked out of the window as the rain started to spot against the glass. "Maybe Sunday," she said eventually. "Got family stuff to do before that. You know how it is."

  "So I don't matter then," he said, disgusted at the needy sound of his voice.

  She gave him a strange look. "Of course you do," she said. "It's just my family matters more. Surely you can understand that."

  "What has this been about?"

  "This?" She looked baffled.

  "Going out with me. When you k
new full well you..."

  "Ian." She cut him off. "Come on. It's not like we were going to get married. I'm far too young for that shit."

  It was the closest thing they had ever had to a fight. It was then he knew what he had been denying almost since the start. They were incompatible, always had been. He had been obsessed, projecting his fantasies onto a girl who would never live up to them. Knowing it didn't make him feel any better.

  That Saturday, he went back to the supermarket where Bee had worked. It seemed empty without her, even though it was heaving with Saturday morning shoppers. There was another woman behind the chocolate counter, a middle aged woman with short curly hair, a stout figure and a friendly smile. A wedding ring glinted on her finger. He bought some chocolates from her, watching her bend over to pick them carefully from their pyramids. Her breasts were big and soft looking. He wanted to bury his head between them and never look at the world again.

  "Got something special coming up?" she asked. "Birthday?"

  His heart felt numb, as if it had been anesthetized. "No," he said. "Just ..." He did not know why he was buying them at all.

  She smiled. Her name badge read "Betty." It was a nice name for her. A middle aged woman who probably had been married for years, a couple of grown up children, someone who went to church at the weekends.

  "I wouldn't mind it if my husband bought me some," she said, grinning like a girl. We're having our first anniversary next week, but the idiot seems to have forgotten."

  He looked at her, surprised. "In that case," he said, sliding the box back over to her. "Here's something you can give him. Happy anniversary."

  She looked shocked. "What? No, I can't possibly..."

  "Have them," he said, handing over the money and smiling what he hoped was a friendly smile. "I don't need them."

  Sighing, he turned and walked out of the shop, carrying his small bag of groceries. So alone, always so alone. He wondered what was on TV. He would turn it on, turn it up and lie on the sofa. Maybe Victor would come round, to keep him company, bring a few beers.

  Maybe Bee would call, after all.

  The End.

  The Meeting

  Time had been passing slowly, but now it seemed I had only a short while to wait until I met Annie and Suzie. While taking a shower, I thought about what had taken place earlier during our webcam meeting, and I still had trouble believing it had actually happened! How many times do two young bisexual girls instantly fall head over heels for a 57-year old man? And even if they do, how likely is it that they'll put on a show for him and tell him what they want him to do to them when they meet in person? That doesn't even happen in porn! (Well, maybe it does happen, but I haven't seen that one.)

  Once out of the shower, I wondered if I should shave my cock and balls, or just go as I was. I opted for the shave. I also shaved around my goatee and moustache, dried my hair and then moved on to deciding what to wear. This could be tricky. I didn't want to appear too eager, but I didn't want to wear something that would be difficult to get out of. Boxers or briefs? Or nothing underneath? Tight pants or comfy ones? Button up the front shirt or pull over? I decided on comfy jeans with boxers, a button down oxford cloth shirt, dark socks and loafers. I removed all but one credit card from my wallet and carried what cash I thought I could stand to lose. Just to be on the safe side, I packed a few condoms. That didn't work out well with Annie's comment that Suzie wanted to be filled with cum, but just in case their STD reports weren't on the up-and-up, I wanted to be prepared.

  As luck would have it, their condo was only a few miles away from my house. It would only take about 10 minutes to get there, but I was ready ahead of time and decided to leave early. I arrived 30 minutes earlier than we'd agreed on, but I noticed lights on in their unit. Should I take a chance, or wait to show how punctual I am? What could it hurt if I showed up early and they were taking a bath or shower? After remembering what I'd seen during our webcam meeting, I decided to go ahead and try early.

  When I got to their door I could hear them talking and giggling. I rang the doorbell. Their talking stopped abruptly, then after a pause, I could hear one of them saying, "But I'm not ready yet!" A second later the door opened. Annie, with her long red hair, stood in the doorway, blocking my view of Suzie who hid behind her. Annie was tall, maybe 5'10", wearing a plaid micro-mini-skirt and a white long-sleeved shirt that buttoned down the front. The top few buttons were not fastened, revealing her cleavage. When her nipples hardened, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her legs were bare and she wasn't wearing any shoes. She apologized for not changing out of her work clothes, but smiled really big and said that Suzie had already started to change, and was in fact standing naked behind her.

  Dumbfounded, I simply said that anything was fine with me, that I was pleased to meet them, and if they wanted a few minutes to get ready, that was okay with me. Annie said it would only take her a minute, and in about 20 seconds, she was naked, too. Suzie emerged from the background, also tall, blonde, smiling, and asked if I remembered what she wanted. I grinned and said I thought it had something to do with me filling her up so Annie could lick her clean. She nodded "yes," reached out, took my hand, and led me into their bedroom where I saw the doctor-signed STD reports waiting on the nightstand.

  "How do you want us, Uncle Johnny?" asked Suzie.

  "I want Annie crossways on the bed on her back with you over her in a 69. Keep your ass as close to the edge of the bed as you can. Annie can get you warmed up while I'm undressing. I may even watch you two a while before I start fucking you."

  Annie hopped up onto the bed and waited for Suzie to get into position over her. I remembered that Annie's pussy was hairless from earlier, but hadn't been able to see much of Suzie on webcam. When she climbed onto the bed and got into position, I saw, up close and personal, a slight wisp of blonde hair just above her pussy. It didn't matter to me, but I still thought to myself how nice to have a natural blonde. As I began removing my clothes I watched both of the girls start licking the other's pussy. I almost wanted to join them in the lick fest, but remembered what I was going to be doing in just a little bit. Once I'd removed all my clothes, I walked around the bed to see how Suzie was doing with Annie's pussy. Without stopping, she looked up at me, winked, and then sucked Annie's clit into her mouth and bit it. Annie squealed but didn't seem to object. (Note to self: Annie likes it rough.) I walked back around to the other side of the bed and saw that Annie had Suzie's pussy glistening.

  I asked in a loud voice, "Suzie... you want it in your pussy or your ass first?"

  Annie answered first. "Ass! Fuck her in the ass! I'll get her ready for you!"

  I asked again, "Suzie... you want it in your pussy or your ass?"

  This time Suzie paused her licking long enough to answer, "Fuck your naughty slut in the ass."

  Hearing that, Annie immediately raised her head and starting licking Suzie's asshole. Don't get me wrong - I like to watch two girls licking each other's pussy, but there's something extra tantalizing about watching a girl rim another girl. If I wasn't hard before, I definitely was now! I gave Annie a slight nudge to get her to take a break. I decided to put my cock in Suzie's pussy first to get a little extra lubrication. Annie thought I goofed because she was telling me that was the wrong hole. I laughed and told her I knew what I was doing. After several deep thrusts, I pulled out and placed the head of my cock on the rim of Suzie's asshole. I leaned forward and pushed slowly inside her. Annie was chanting, "Fuck her! Fuck her!" Suzie was echoing the chant to fuck her hard. I got caught up in the moment and pushed all the way in with one firm thrust and then started pounding her ass harder with each stroke. Suzie started pushing back towards me with each thrust I made while Annie licked whatever she could reach. I gripped Suzie's asscheeks, spread them wide and plunged in harder. Both girls were getting more and more vocal, with Annie urging me to show no mercy and Suzie begging Uncle Johnny to fuck her raw.

  Between all the encouragement I was hearing
and the snug little butt squeezing all around my cock, I was feeling pretty damned good! However, the inevitable happened - Suzie's asshole started to get dry! If I kept fucking her, not only would I fuck her raw, but myself as well. I told Annie to open her mouth and I backed out of Suzie's ass long enough to slide my cock into Annie's mouth a few times, and then pushed back into Suzie's butt. It felt better, but I wanted a little more wetness. I backed out again and pushed my cock back into Annie's mouth. When I pulled out, I told her to spit on it. She did, and I slid my saliva coated cock back into Suzie's backdoor. It felt good. It also felt like I was going to cum fairly soon.

  As I felt myself getting closer to cumming, I asked Suzie, "Are you ready to get filled with Uncle Johnny's cum? Are you going to let Annie lick it out of you, or are you going to sit on her face and let it ooze onto her? What's it going to be, slut?"

  Suzie replied, "Cum in your slut's ass! And after that nasty slut Annie licks it all out, give her ass a hard spanking!"

  If I'd had more time to think about it, I might've wondered if this was planned, or if this was some sort of payback. I didn't really care right then because I was about to shoot my load inside one of the sweetest looking sluts I'd ever seen, and then I would be treated to another girl licking it all out of her, and would then be spanking her ass for doing so. (Not really, but that was the reasoning for the moment.)

  With perspiration beading on my face, I finally reached the magic moment and shot my load of cum into Suzie's ass. I concentrated on not going too deeply so Annie would be able to get to it easily. As I pulled out, I wiped my cock over Annie's face and mouth and told her to get busy. She licked my cock quickly then moved out from under Suzie and kneeled behind her, licking and tonguing her asshole. Cum started dribbling out, and Annie quickly licked it into her mouth and swallowed it.

  I wanted to continue watching, but decided to walk around to the other side of the bed where I could see Suzie's face. Her eyes were closed and had a look of both pain and pleasure. I tapped my cock against her mouth and asked how she was doing. She smiled and told me she really needed that, that she needed to have her holes used hard like that more often, and that she hoped I'd let her be my nasty fuck slut. I leaned down and kissed her forehead.