The Dirtiest Daddy's Taboo

by Alina Nicholson

  He grasped her head in both hands he began sliding her sucking mouth up and down his prick. The cuffed girl groaned in satisfaction as she was truly face fucked, no man had ever treated her like this they were always so gentle and tender, thinking her a china doll not a wanton fuck toy made to be abused. None had been so well equipped either; Ms' Kimble had been so very right about the size of the young P.C.

  He was slamming into her now, using almost his full length to thrust into her as she gagged and gasped around him. This was what she needed, she craved. She wondered if he would last long enough to do her arse as roughly if he could even squeeze his fat pork sword up her tight backdoor.

  P.C. Matthews was in seventh heaven, at first he'd been scared about hurting the petite little blonde, but she seemed to getting as much out of this blow job as he was if not more Natasha was moaning and groaning like a bitch on heat.

  "Oh officer?" He was broken from his rhythm by Ms Kimble. He looked up to see her laying on her desk, with her skirt around her waist and no panties on her stockinged legs obscenely spread and his night stick slowly being forced up her tight shaved pussy.

  "I think its time for MY first punishment." She mewed as her gash accepted more of the long truncheon.

  He looked down, Natasha was pretty blonde and petite with the best mouth he'd ever experienced. But Ms Kimble was stunning! And he'd fantasized about her since he'd first met her last month when he'd transferred to the area. She looked like a raven haired angel of sin. And she had the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen. Swollen, pink and dripping and being stretched around his truncheon.

  "It's so cold and lifeless I wish it was your hot fat cock!" Ms Kimble breathed slowly pumping herself full of surrogate prick.

  P.C. Matthews couldn't resist, he pulled out of Natasha's gulping mouth and strode over to Ms Kimble leaving Natasha gasping, and rumpled. He grasped the nightstick by the ridged handle and pumped it into her a few times making her throw back her head and moan lustfully before pulling it from her with a pop. He quickly replaced it with his drooling, saliva slick knob, rubbing it up and down over her clit making her squeal and beg to be filled.

  "Fuck me P.C. Matthews. Fuck me with your big fat cock." She begged of him as he teased her.

  "Is that your punishment then?" He asked gloating slightly as she tried to impale herself on his member.

  "Yes, stuff my little kitty with your hot sausage; make me cum round every inch of it while you fill me with your seed!" He didn't need asking twice. He spread her lips with his fingers and she grasped his cock and steered it toward her entrance.

  "Do it!" She hissed. He shoved forward and buried almost his entire long, thick prick into her sweet, tight cunt.

  "Oh fuck yes!" They cried together, she was so tight and wet and hot he almost blew his load instantly, her skilled pussy clasped at him, tightening even further 'til he thought that his cock would be crushed in her slippery, vice like grip. He withdrew a little and shoved again forcing her to take even more. He felt his cock head thumping into her inner wall.

  "Yes that's it, a little more and you'll fuck my womb!" She gasped on the edge of delirium; it had been so long since a man had filled her so completely stretching her to the limit and beyond, she shoved herself onto him to emphasize her point.

  He was surprised most women he'd had sex with in the past were afraid of his size, and hated being fucked so deep. He grabbed her ass in both hands and rammed into her with all his might.

  "Harder!" She screamed as her cervix opened and grasped his invading member she wrapped her legs around him and came like a train!

  "Fuck! Don't stop!" She cried sensing him slowing down, as she crested over into bliss, her slick pussy gushing juice all over him.

  "Yes, yes yes!" she moaned as he granted her wishes and kept up the relentless pace in her spasming pussy. Her eyes where closed and she tossed her raven hair back and forth with each of his massive thrusts.

  The hand cuffed Natasha struggled to her feet, feeling deliciously used and dirty, if only he'd spanked her she'd be complete she might be the one cumming right now! She got unsteadily to her feet and walked over to the wildly rutting pair. Unable to use her hands she bent and started to suck on Ms Kimble's nipples to intensify her cum, keep her insane with climactic lust.

  "Keep fucking her!" Natasha ordered the P.C. switching tits, and as Ms Kimble's legs loosened from P.C. Matthew's waist. He found that her extra juices made her already delectable cunt feel like oiled silk on his thick member and he began thrusting into her slick sleeve even faster driving her onto yet another massive cum.

  Natasha was bent over the desk, feasting on Ms Kimble's breasts and mouth. Her pretty bum was still covered by her tight skirt. P.C. Matthews slapped her making her sqeal with delight into Ms Kimble's mouth. He smacked her again and she wiggled her rear. With her hands still cuffed behind her she struggled a bit pulling her skirt up to reveal that she too wasn't wearing any panties. There was no mistaking the groan of lust when he spanked her bare arse, hard enough to leave a print. He found that spanking the dirty little blonde took his mind off Ms Kimble's clutching pussy still tightly wrapped around his long cock. He spanked her cheeks in turn slapping his hand down hard on her tight buns.

  "Fuck her with this." Ms Kimble gasped between grunts, grinning wickedly as she held up the discarded nightstick. P.C. Matthews grabbed it, still glistening with Ms Kimble juice.

  "Hold your cheeks apart." He ordered Natasha, when she didn't obey he slapped her with the stick.

  "Spread 'um bitch!" he growled bringing the wet truncheon down again on her now red buns. She moaned with abandon as she parted her long legs and pulled her cheeks apart to reveal her pretty little pussy, dripping wet and puffy, and the puckered star of her anus.

  "Fuck her like you're fucking me!" Ms Kimble's words spurred him on. He ran the blunt end down her back, tripping over her arsehole then over her slick lips causing her to groan wantonly. Her pussy parted to allow the false cock in and Natasha pushed back to force her tight little snatch to accept the intruder.

  P.C. Matthews watched amazed as the two women took their respective shafts shoving and twisting and grinding onto the twin rods as P.C. Matthews tried to match the pace of both cock and truncheon as the ladies quivered around them.

  He started slowly savouring the delicious feelings and ultra erotic sight; fascinated by the way the two women's pussy lips gripped and dragged on their thick phalluses.

  "Oh yeah Bitches. Oh fuck me this is so hot." He panted thrusting and grinding. He built up speed as he felt his cum boiling in his balls, unable to take any more.

  "I'm gonna cum!" Ms Kimble groaned as her abused slot clamped down on its shaft. P.C. Matthews watched as the bound blonde desperately tried to cum too humping back hard on the nightstick. Her fingers crept down her back and buried one into her own arse hole.

  "Oh yes!" She screamed as he delving finger triggered her own noisy climax, spilling juice down the stick and running on to P.C. Matthews hand.

  He panted, closing his eyes and trying to do the nine times table in his head. Anything to distract him from Ms Kimble's milking pussy.

  As Ms Kimble came down he wiped up as much of Natasha's copious liquid as he could then fed his slick digits to Ms Kimble. He pulled his cock from her gripping muff and the black baton from Natasha. He noticed that she'd squeezed a second finger into her tight butt and she mewed in disappointment until he lined up his thick prick to replace the fake one.

  "Slowly, only a very little at a time make her squirm and beg for it." Ms Kimble said sitting up to watch the young officer nuzzle the broad head into her assistant's hot box.

  "She still needs her punishment" the constable agreed grinning.

  "No! Fuck me hard and fast. Bury that great cock in me, balls deep!" She pleaded

  "I know you want to. Oh please stuff all of it in me. I want it so bad, I need it." Natasha begged. But under the stern eye of Ms Kimble the P.C. just slid the domed knob into her assi
stants dripping, tight slot. He watched curious as her quaking pussy seemed to suck his cock in. Inch by inch he slowly drove her mad with desire until finally he was as deep as he could go. She was sobbing for him to ravage her. Her fingers sawed in and out of her asshole.

  Ms Kimble opened a desk draw and removed a tube. Then she poured some of the lube on to Natasha's busy fingers allowing them deeper penetration into her bowels.

  P.C. Matthews had to use all his self control not to blow his load right then, these two beautiful women where hotter than anyone he'd ever had the luck to see naked and they were easily freckliest! Lesbianism, bondage, bazaars penetrations, deep throating S and M and now anal!

  His slow progress into Natasha's cunt was driving her wild. "Oh god it feels like I'm being split apart, please just fuck me." His cock was almost all in now he took a tight grip on her fantastic rump and slammed home. She screeched in blissful agony he pulled out slowly and slammed in again then again, she really did seem to love plenty of pain with her pleasure.

  Natasha was now in ecstasy her pussy flooding in almost constant orgasm. Ms Kimble grabbed the constable round the neck and kissed him hard and deep thrusting her tongue down his throat.

  "He's gonna blow!" Natasha panted feeling his deeply buried dick throb and swell.

  "Cum on our tits!" Ms Kimble ordered. He quickly pulled out of Natasha and the two girls got on their knees before him. Ms Kimble ripped the blouse from her assistant and her bra followed quickly after exposing her small pert breasts. The site of her erect nipples and Ms Kimble's impressive rack was enough to fire off his pent up load as he pumped his cock with his hand.

  "Aghh!" He cried as he spurted great gobs of cum onto the pair's beautiful breast. He shot once onto Ms Kimble straight between her big boobs. The second splashed on Natasha's left nipple. Natasha grabbed him and gobbled him sucking even more jism from his jerking rod swallowing almost all of him. Ms Kimble smacked her hard on her bare bum making her yelp in surprise and give up his cock. Ms Kimble quickly covered it with her own sucking lips as she looked up at him and all his fantasies came true at once. He managed to fire off one last shot into that beautiful face before sagging back onto the desk.

  "Wow! You girls are the best!" He said as he watched them clean each others chest with their tongues, then swapping the cum back and forth 'til it was gone.

  Later after P.C. Matthews was called away to deal with a real crime Natasha moaned to Ms Kimble.

  "He never did fuck my arse, I was so hoping he would after the video and everything"

  "You are insatiable girl! But don't worry, I'm sure there will be plenty more emergencies at the library, in fact I think a rare and valuable book will be stolen tomorrow and P.C. Matthews will be required to look in all sorts of nooks and crannies to find it!"

  The End.

  Cupid's Retirement

  Cupid woke up on Valentines Day, 'This is going to be a busy day! I can't wait to get out there and get started. I love this job! Hopefully I get to hook up some interesting couples today. If I'm lucky there'll be at least one really kinky couple. I haven't had a really good show in awhile.'

  After breakfast he went to get his bow and quiver of arrows from the hall closet where he kept them.

  "What?!! Where in the hell are they? This is Valentines Day. I have to be able to work today! Dammit!" He got dressed and left his apartment.

  He ran into his neighbor in the hall.

  "Hi, Mark!"

  "Hey, Chloe! Did you happen to see anyone hanging around my door this morning?"

  "Yeah, some young punk, maybe 14-15 years old. When I asked him what he was doing he gave me a really weird answer. Something about your turn was over or something."

  "Thanks Chloe. I gotta go."

  "Bye, Mark. Have a great day."

  As he left the apartment building he thought about what the kid had supposedly said. 'God, it can't be happening already! I've only been Cupid for 10 years.'

  When he was 15 years old and his name was only Mark Graystone some crazy

  old lady had came up to him at the park and said, "Do you believe in Cupid?"

  "Yes. And no, I'm not nuts!"

  "Finally someone who believes! It's about time! No, you aren't nuts. Cupid is real and he lives over on 46th street. If you steal his bow and arrows and shoot him with them you will become Cupid. You'll probably have to steal them from his house because if he's carrying them he can be invisible."

  "Does that mean I can be invisible when I'm trying to shoot him? Shooting him won't hurt him will it?"

  "No, it won't hurt him. He'll just become a normal man again. As far as the invisibility goes, only Cupid can be invisible and until you shoot him you aren't Cupid, so no, you can't."

  "What's the catch?"

  "You can't have a girlfriend while you're Cupid. But since you can be invisible you can watch the results of your work."

  He had gotten a few more details from her and then the next morning he had went real early to Cupid's house and stolen the bow. He had waited right outside the guy's house behind a tree and shot him the moment he came outside.

  He was pretty pissed off when he hunted down the old cupid a few days later to find out how to become invisible and learned that he couldn't until he turned 18.

  Since then, although he hadn't had a girlfriend and was still technically a virgin at the age of 25, he'd seen more ways of having sex than most people could imagine. Now this little punk thought he was going to take the job away from him? Thankfully there wasn't anywhere close enough to hide outside his building, but he'd have still have to watch his back until he found the kid.

  "That crazy old woman must still be around. I've got to get my bow back before that damn kid gets a chance to take a shot at me!"

  He stopped at Starbucks to grab a cup of coffee. While waiting in line to order he overheard a couple talking.

  "What is this world coming to? Kids with knives and guns are bad enough, but I saw a boy carrying a damn bow and arrows around earlier!"

  "That's nuts! Does he actually think a bow is going to be any use against a gun?"

  Cupid turned and asked the woman, "Did you notice which way the kid was headed? He stole that bow from me."

  "It looked like he was heading towards the park." she replied.

  After he paid for his coffee he headed over to the park. "Oh I hope I see him before he sees me!" As he walked down the bike path looking all around him he saw a boy of about the right age sitting on a rock about 50 yards further down the path. Unfortunately when he got closer to the boy there was no bow or arrows in sight. As soon as he got close enough he asked, "Have you seen anyone carrying -- Oww!" He felt a stinging sensation in his butt as if he'd been slapped like he'd seen one couple do after getting hit by his arrow last year. He looked down and saw one of his arrows on the ground before it slowly faded away. He knew only Cupid could see the arrows and he'd never see another one. "Never mind." He sighed. "Now what?"

  As he walked along the bike path wondering what he was going to do now that he would have his days free he saw a pretty brunette with small perky breasts sitting on a bench. "Hmm, maybe now I can try out some of the things I've seen my victims doing."

  Lisa Wilson was sitting on her favorite bench at the park people watching when she saw a tall muscular man walking towards her. He had slightly longer than average black hair that she would've killed to run her fingers through.

  "Can I share your bench?" he asked. "You look kind of familiar."

  "Sure, my name's Lisa Wilson. I have an apartment in your building. We've ran into each other a couple times in the laundry room."

  "I'm Mark Graystone. Beautiful weather today, isn't it?"

  "Yeah, lots of people to watch. I like to make up stories about the people I see."

  "Like what?"

  "Well, see that couple holding hands walking over there? They're obviously honeymooners by the way they look at each other like they want to be back in bed, but they've been on their ho
neymoon for at least a couple days because they're willing to leave their room." She blushed.

  "I think you're right, Lisa. They look like they JUST now got out of bed too."

  She got even redder, "And from the way she just smacked his butt they're probably pretty playful in bed."

  'Man, she looks hot when she blushes!' Mark thought. "What about that guy over there with the big grin on his face?"

  She replied, "His girlfriend surprised him with a long, slow, blowjob before he left the house. He's got that same grin at least twice a week. Your turn. What about those two women sitting on that bench holding hands?"

  "Hmmm, let's see, they've been together a long time. They have lots of hot kinky sex, and they took turns fucking each other with a strap-on this morning."

  He noticed her wiggle in her seat a little at that.

  "Hey, you wanna go get some lunch?" he asked her after another half-hour of stories about the people in the park. "I know this really great little diner where we can get some killer chili."

  "Is it spicy? I love spicy food!"

  "It's hot enough to rival the fires of hell. I promise."

  As they sat in the diner they continued making up stories about the people they saw. As the stories grew nastier and more descriptive her foot kept brushing against Mark's knee making him squirm. As Mark got hotter he moved his leg to the side wondering if she was doing it on purpose. 30 seconds later foot brushed against his leg and traveled upwards a couple inches making his dick throb before breaking contact again.

  By the time they left the diner Mark was rock-hard and wondering how to get her up to his place as they walked back to their apartment building. He'd always been more interested in what the couples he watched did after they got busy than in how they got there in the first place.