The Dirtiest Daddy's Taboo

by Alina Nicholson

  "Fuck," I murmured beneath his palm.

  He removed his hand, shaking his head slightly, grinning like the devil. My devil. "Naughty girl," he said as his hand reached beneath my other knee, cupping it. A sense of adrenaline struck through me, realizing what he intended to do. He lifted me, my hips angling into his thrusts, the scratchy wall behind my back being the only thing left supporting me. We moaned together at this new position, the depth at which his cock sank into me, the way he pounded that spot over and over and over.

  His lips lowered to mine, his tongue slipping between my lips and I sucked on it, mimicking what my pussy was doing to him below. His nails dug into the soft flesh beneath my knees and I felt it beginning, the spiraling tug of pleasure that was about to pull me under.

  I whispered, "I'm going to-"

  I didn't even finish my sentence before he surprised me; he pulled back from the wall, taking me with him and, for a moment, I thought I was going to fall. But his hands hoisted me up, slightly tossing me I guess, I don't know. The spontaneity of the motion sent my orgasm racing through me, the details are somewhat dim. His hands caught me beneath my ass, my arms gripped tighter around his neck, my ankles locked behind his back, and he held me close as I came.

  Sometimes I hate coming before him. Sometimes I hate that I am so wrapped up in the clenching and unclenching of my pussy, the rippling of the pleasure throughout my body, that I miss his edge, the look on his face when he comes. He came while I came and I missed it. He held me now, pressing me back against the wall, his rapid breath beginning to slow as we both came down from our orgasms.

  My legs felt like jello as I unlocked them from behind his back, sliding slowly back to a standing position. His face was still buried in the crook of my neck, his hands now wrapped around my waist, holding me there while I continued to tremble.

  I whispered his name.

  "I did it girl, I did it," he said. I could hear the smile in his voice and tried to swallow the happy tears pressing in my throat. "I told you," he said, pulling back, raising his hands to cup my face. "I would do anything for you."

  "You say that sometimes but I never really know until.... Like this." A tear slid from my eye and he brushed it away with his thumb. "I know it's silly but this meant so much to me."

  He pressed his lips to my forehead and laughed softly. "You silly girl," he said. "I worship at your feet. There's not a thing I would not do for you."

  I nodded, smiling, the tears going away. He stepped back and pulled down on my skirt, adjusting it til I looked proper again. "Think we still have time for that film?" he asked.

  I nodded, taking a step towards the front of the alley. "Mmmm, yes. And I wonder if they'll have ice cream."

  He frowned, stepping forward and taking my hand in his. "I thought you only ate ice cream in the summer, when it's hot," he said, confused.

  I squeezed his hand. "Normally yes. But see, someone just came inside of me and there are parts of me that are still. Dripping. Hot."

  Dark arousal flickered in his eyes as I pulled him back towards the street.

  "You really are a naughty girl, you know that?" he mumbled as we filtered back into the crowd.

  I merely nodded and felt his lips press against my neck.

  "You, you silly girl, will be the death of me."

  The End.

  The Minister

  My husband, Steve, and I met in college in another state. After graduation, we moved to the small rural community where he grew up. He was popular in High School, and was dating Anne, who is now the minister of our church. When Anne's husband was killed in a car wreck, Steve was there to comfort her. Old feelings and her loss, and well, one thing led to another. Steve came to me after about a week, and confessed that they were sleeping together. He suggested that we could move, or break up, but he didn't think he could control his attraction. Not living right down the street.

  I went to Anne's house, expecting to confront her, but when she answered the door in tears, I asked her what was wrong. She said that she had been seeing a man, and he told her that he loved his wife, and would probably be moving away. I told her that Steve had told me about them. She was crying uncontrollably as she told me that she had loved Steve since 9th grade, and how she felt so terrible that she had caused us so much pain. I found myself comforting her. We were both shocked when I suggested that we share Steve. When Anne and I explained our solution to the situation, Steve thought we had both lost our minds. I said that I would lose my nerve if we didn't just do it. They both just sat there watching as I undressed. Nude, scared, excited and confused, I then undressed Anne.

  She hesitated for a moment, then cooperated. We both undressed Steve. Then I led them to our bedroom. I started kissing Steve, and pulled Anne close. She kissed Steve, but then, with tears running down her cheeks, she kissed me. I had never kissed a girl before, and later learned that it was a first for Anne too.

  A few moments later, Anne and I were sharing Steve's rock hard cock. Licking and sucking on his 8 inch pole, tasting his pre-cum mixed with our saliva. I pushed Anne down onto her back and directed Steve to get on top and enter her. While he slid into her, I started licking his balls hanging down between his thick, muscular thighs. Then, as Anne lifted her knees up, I started licking her ass. Anne was announcing that she was going to come in just minutes. I moved around to the head of the bed, wanting Steve to eat my pussy while he kept fucking her, but it worked out just a bit different than the plan.

  Steve pulled me down on top of Anne's face. Anne started licking and sucking on my labia and clit. Steve was kissing me and sucking on my tits. Anne was cuming beneath us. I pushed Steve to the side, and demanded that he "Fuck you wife... " Anne pulled me down on top of her, in a 69, we were kissing and caressing each other's pussies, as Steve slid his thick cock into my dripping wet vagina. Anne sucked my clit into her mouth as Steve pounded me from behind. I slid 2 fingers into her and kept licking and sucking as Steve fucked me hard. I came really fast. Steve kept slamming his big, beautiful cock into me, again and again. Then he started to cum. Anne pulled his cock out of me, and shoved it into her mouth. Steve must have cum a lot, because she was choking and gurgling cum. As Steve fell over to one side, I spun around and slid my tongue into Anne's mouth. We swapped the cum back and forth between our mouths, until we finally swallowed it all. Then we started licking each other's faces clean from the drops of cum on her nose, and my chin.

  After we were all satisfied, we talked about it. Anne and I wanted more. Steve was worried about our marriage and Anne's position in the church. I suggested that Anne is just too depressed, and frightened to live alone in that house, so as her good friends, we would take her in, care for her, and nobody would ever know we also fuck together.

  She moved in a week later. We have lived together now for 6 months. Sometimes Anne sleeps with Steve, and I sleep in the other bedroom. Sometimes I sleep with my husband, and Anne stays in her room. Sometimes Anne and I spend the whole afternoon in a pure lesbian lust-fest. But mostly, we sleep 3 in a bed.

  I enjoy going to church together. The rest of our community think Steve and I are just so wonderful to give our good friend such support. They will never know that I would be very unhappy if she were ever to move out. I would miss the taste of her sweet pussy juice mixed with my husband's cum.

  The End.

  Prey

  Kevin carefully studied his surrounding. He didn't want the monster sneaking up on him. The dragon had terrorized the local village for far too long. It was time for a hero to slay the beast. Thats how Kevin saw himself, as a brave knight hunting down a horrible monster. All he had was his father's sword and a poorly made bronze shield. He wasn't wealthy enough to afford a suit of armor, not yet anyway. This hadn't been his first monster hunt and certainly wouldn't be his last.

  He had listened to all the stories form the village elders. The dragon slept in a cave nearby and spent most of its time watching the village from this plateau. It was a beautiful place;
short vibrant green grass only interrupted by the occasional large boulder or medium sized rock protruding from the ground. It gently rolled making it difficult to see any further then just one small area. The edge was a sharp drop off with little warning. He thought it humorous that three hunters had previously attempted to hunt the dragon but returned injured and unfit to try again. One had actually faced the dragon and was lest brutally beaten, but alive. The other two never saw the beast, they just took a wrong step and fell off the edge. Breaking a limb was a quick way to ruin your monster hunter career. It took so long for magic to heal away most major injuries that another hunter would swoop in before you could finish the job. Then no one would want to hire a hunter who had been beaten. The only thing worse for business was death.

  The monster itself didn't sound very threatening. 'A large wingless dragon that walked on all fours.' or so the elders said. He had read up on dragons and could identify it easily. As long as it wasn't a Komodo Dragon, it was most likely a Wingless Dread. They walked high up on their four legs more like a horse then a lizard and were fairly harmless as long as you kept your distance. They could get pretty big though; any where from twenty foot long to fifty foot. They were said to be smart like most dragons but never cared to talk. Best thing he knew about them was their laziness. They could spit fire and rip you to shreds with ease but were far more likely to scare you off or hit you with their tail. "Easy kill" was all it meant to him.

  The dragon was convicted of eating several sheep and raping a cow. This could be good news or bad news. Chances are it isn't very big if it hasn't been eating the cattle, but he had heard of a Wingless Dread of massive size choosing to rape a Centaur instead of eating her. This thing mated a cow so it had to be large. And this thing was horny. Dragons can impregnate just about anything. They screw a cow and the cow will give birth to a Dragon, thats how they adapted so fast and came in such variety. Didn't really matter where they put it or what it was; cow, goat, human, whale, female, male. They were the masters of impregnation. Thats why humans no longer worshiped them. The kings got a little jealous after a few too princesses got knocked up.

  FWAP! Kevin dropped to the ground and blinked rapidly in surprise. He looked forward to see his sword several feet in front of him. He could see the tail still making its way back from its attack. The large dragon staring down at him. Kevin raised his shield in front of him while still lying on the ground to block any following attacks, but nothing happened. He jumped up and dashed forward to the sword but the tail slapped him away from it just before he could reach.

  His shield flew through the air and went over the edge. He landed hard next to a rock and looked back at the dragon approaching him. It wasn't very large, but it could definitely kill him now that he was unarmed. It reached out its right arm and gripped his bear skin shirt and ripped it away. Then its left arm swung forward and tore away a robe he was wearing underneath. The sword shown clearly in his eyes and taunted him with how close it was, or at least it used to be. The dragon proved its intelligence as one of its hind legs kicked it up and it landed on the other side of a boulder. The fear of being eaten by the dragon built in his mind, but another fear soon replaced it.

  Kevin's eyes drifted down to a large limb hanging between the monster's legs. The dragon was green and the large object was a powerful crimson red. It was long and wavy with a triangular head. The end was flat with a large opening dripping with thick white semen. Kevin's eyes widened in terror. "No... no...". He could see the lust in the beast's eyes and the cock beginning to swell underneath. A long string of cum oozing out and hanging a foot long. Two large lumps swelled under the skin, hidden testicles capable of holding a few gallons of the semen.

  The dragon slowly stepped forward. It grabbed his arm gently near the shoulder and turned him over. The triangle head pointing at its destination. Dragons may be smart, but when they're horny they're no different then dog. There was no arguing or begging. It wanted to hump something and Kevin had come to the wrong place at the wrong time. He dug his fingers into the ground and struggled forward. The edge wasn't too far. The others survived the fall, he could too. It was better then getting ass raped by a giant lizard. He got a few feet before feeling the large clawed hand land on his back. It pushed him down and gently dragged him back across the grass. It was smooth against his stomach. Then he felt it. The tip landed right on spot and a creamy liquid stream sprayed his entrance.

  "This can't be happening." Kevin whimpered as the head slipped inside. The shape and cum acting as lube made the first part effortless. He could definitely feel it, but it didn't bother him. It just disgusted him to the point he felt like throwing up. It gradually began to slide forward, the dragon putting its other hand under him and holding Kevin's rear off the ground to get a better angle. The cock itself was almost as long as Kevin's torso, so it wasn't all going to fit. It was also still growing so although it was thin enough to fit now, he still had to worry about the monster quite literally splitting him in half. He could only hope for the best as he felt it slide into him. It felt like a slimy worm calmly exploring his insides. It poked and it prodded, finding its way deeper and deeper.

  When it finally stopped, Kevin was was making soft grunting sounds and couldn't stop himself. It wasn't as painful as he thought it would be though. The Dragon's cock seemed to be just the right thickness and had gone as far as it could go without actually hurting him. It felt... good. He was practically impaled on an animals dick and it didn't feel half bad.

  "OHHH GOOODDD! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKK!" Kevin screamed as the dragon gave a small thrust. His entire body seemed to scream out in orgasm. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The beast had definitely found a sweet spot.

  The dragon gave another backward and forward movement and it sent him into anther orgasm. "GOD DAAAAAAAMN IT!" His balls ached from already exhausting themselves, their contents sprayed on the ground mixed in with a river of dragon cum gently flowing from Kevin's behind. The ground was soaked and it was only pre-cum. The dragon gave two simultaneous thrusts that left Kevin crying and shaking from a combination of pleasure and his body being pushed to its limit. Then it finally started humping him continuously. It was too much for him to stand. His mind started to go blurry but before he past out, he felt the dragon start fucking the hell out of him with full powerful animalistic thrusts. He could have sworn he let out one last scream but he was out before his brain could even process it.

  He woke up late at night still impaled on the Dragon's cock. It was on its back and had been lifting him up and down on itself while getting out the last drops. Kevin's stomach was swollen to an incredible size, but it looked as if most of the sperm was either on him or in a large puddle on the ground.

  "Night time?" he whimpered. It was close to noon when he was attacked. It had been fucking him for over six hours. As it slid him off for good, Kevin fell to the ground unable to move. His body was exhausted of all energy and needed rest. He couldn't so much as move his arm. The Dragon's warm tongue covered one side of his face and left his head covered in saliva. A kiss good bye as it strolled off into the dark.

  The monster hunter was traumatized and confused. Only one thought came to mind: "Masters of.... Oh Shit!"

  The End.

  Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down

  Friday nights. On the one hand, it's always nice to go out and mark it as something other than just another weeknight. On the other hand, after a week of work, I often want nothing more than an early retreat to bed. Though not necessarily to sleep.

  This night was one of those difficult ones. He really wanted to go to the brewpub. The weather was starting to turn, and there wouldn't be many more evenings when we could sit on the deck and listen to the band. I said sure, of course. Then I did that passive-aggressive thing that I usually pride myself on not doing. I hugged him from behind and ran my hands over his crisp white shirt, saying "Don't you want to change into something more comfortable?"

  "No," he said, absently, "This is
fine."

  I came out of the bedroom naked, holding a dress up in front of me -- that little black and white print, with the buttons down the front and the deep sweetheart neckline. I looked up at him through my lashes. "What do you think of this?"

  He barely glanced up from the pile of mail he was sorting. "Sure, great."

  I slowly buttoned myself into it and then paused, my chest bare. "I don't need a bra with this, do I? What do you think?"

  "No, you look fine."

  With glacier slowness I bent over the laundry basket, facing away from him, and held the pose, sorting through things one by one. "Hmmmm -- where are those white mesh panties I like? I know that I put them in the wash."

  I don't think he even looked up.

  I kept it up in the car; stretching like a cat, letting my skirt ride halfway up my bare thighs. Telling him about the "interesting" dream I had the previous night, where he had his way with me and, for dessert, several of my friends. At the bar, I was SO warm and absentmindedly unbuttoned a couple of buttons. I had to try one of his fries, and to do so, well, naturally I had to stand up and lean across the table. I mean, I practically fellated the straw in my Diet Coke. Nothing.

  I had to run to the bathroom. I took my time bending over to get my bag. And then I gracefully rose, holding his gaze until the last second, and when I walked away I swished that skirt with more than a little anger.

  I had only gone a few steps when he called me back.

  "Yes?"

  "Come a little closer," he said. I took my time leaning over the table and he whispered in my ear, his breath tickling me, "When you're in the bathroom, I suggest you take off those panties." I smiled from ear to ear. There's no other word for it -- I was downright smug.

  When I came out and saw him waiting for me, I was confused, but happy. He held out his hand and said, calmly, "I'd like to have a little chat with you." And then he took me by the wrist and pulled me into the men's room.