The Dirtiest Daddy's Taboo

by Alina Nicholson

  You stand in front of me, looking into my eyes, and the passion flares. You grab me and kiss me passionately, as twenty pairs of eyes watch us from mere yards away, knowing that this is it, this is Showtime. I'm totally caught up in the moment now, my loins on fire, pressing against the bulge in your jeans. You grab my arse, feeling the softness, and move your hands over me enjoying the texture of the tops of my stockings, running a hand underneath me and brushing along my wet slit. Your cock is now rock hard as I rub it through your jeans, needing to feel you in me, excited to discover that you are incredibly well endowed.

  You grasp the bottom of my dress, and slowly begin to raise it up my body. I take half a step back and raise my arms, willing you to expose me to our waiting audience. You slowly take up my dress, first revealing my suspender belt, followed by my flat stomach, pale in the half light. Next you reveal my black corset, clinging to my body, tight against my breasts. My dress comes over my head, and is discarded, forgotten as I lower my arms slowly. I sense people moving closer, wanting to see, to stare at the girl standing in the gloom with her body on display, wanting to see me get fucked.

  You take my hand, and lead me to the front of the car, the night turning to day as we move past the headlights. You lift me easily onto the bonnet, my arms around your neck and my legs around your waist. Our lips meet again, and the fire ignites in me. As we kiss, you put your hands on my hips, and slide me further onto the bonnet. You move one hand between my legs, quickly finding my wet pussy. You insert two fingers with ease, and a moan escapes me as I continue to kiss you.

  I am barely aware of the eager mutterings around us;

  "Yes, mate! Listen to that cunt squelching!"

  As you steadily begin to finger fuck me, I move my mouth away and my head rolls back with a load groan of lust. As you kiss my neck and move your hand inside me, I look round at John in the driver's seat, who gives me a smile, telling me to enjoy it. I look back to you, and begin to unbuckle your belt, watching your soaking hand moving in and out, your fingers twisting inside as my hips begin to move into you. I can see lights from mobile phones as our audience films your wet fingers burrowing into me.

  I undo your jeans, pulling them down frantically; scared that you're going to make me cum before I get to fuck you. Suddenly they come down easily, and you spring out, your cock snapping to attention.

  There are small cheers around us, now that it's clear that we're going to go all the way.

  I can't believe your massive length. And the girth! I struggle to get my small hands around it, staring at it, studying it. You raise my face to yours and kiss me again, as I begin to pump your cock with my hand, wondering if this is going to fit into my tight hole. I lower my head, and take you in my mouth, my warm wetness feeling incredible. I continue to move my hand along your shaft as I suck and lick your massive head. We continue like this for another minute, and then you stop and take a step back. Stroking your cock, you look at me on the bonnet in my lingerie, my legs spread and my slit glistening. The crowd is close in now; this is what they came for. You step forwards, and there is a signal in our eyes as we lock gazes, saying this is it, no going back now, we're going to fuck.

  I lie back on the car and stare at the stars. You grab my ankles and raise my feet over your shoulders, holding my legs there, before moving forwards to guide yourself in. You hold me for a second, and I can hear clicks and see flashes as you allow people a moment to photograph my waiting pussy. Other cold fingers gently caress me, and I feel myself being opened a little to the cheers of everybody. Everyone is on edge now.

  "That is one tight pussy!"

  "Do her, mate, fuck her!"

  I reach down with my hand, grabbing your cock, which now feels bigger than ever, and moving you to my pussy. As you press into my lips, I use my other hand to force myself wider, the only way that you will fit. You begin to enter, watching your cock slowly disappear into me. You can't go straight in because I'm just too tight, so you gradually move in and out, a little deeper each time as you get lubricated with my juices. Soon, you sink in to the hilt, and I moan as my senses light up. My eyes roll in my head as you begin to move, shafting me harder, causing my body to slide up and down the bonnet. Moving my head to one side, I see a bouncing image of three men watching your enormous cock thrusting inside me, one of them stroking his erection in full view.

  Looking down on me, you see your broad cock glistening with my flowing juices, and watch as the tight fit of my tiny quim causes my pussy lips to pull out around your shaft with each withdrawal. Feeling my stretched hole squeezing you tightly, you know that anal fucking is going to be impossible, you will have to settle for destroying my soaking mound.

  You pound my pussy like this for a few minutes, all the time I'm moaning with pleasure, feeling your meat filling me, stretching me. My legs look thin and fragile in your big arms as you pile into me, and the size of your frame makes me look like a tiny girl, bouncing on the bonnet like a rag doll as I cry out with each heavy thrust.

  Then you slow down, and withdraw.

  I let my legs drop uselessly over the end of the car, my thighs quivering. You slide me off the bonnet, supporting me as my knees buckle and give way. You turn me round to face the car, and I take in the panoramic view of the now baying crowd, many guys masturbating through open zippers. You hold me down with one hand on my back, as though I might try to escape. Your knee moves between my legs, and you force me open, making me present myself like a dog. The baying increases, men hollering now in the sexual cauldron that the car park had become.

  "Yeah, fuck that sexy bitch!"

  "Listen to her, she fucking loves it!"

  "My god, did you hear those fucking screams?"

  "Keep going man, fuck the shit out of her!"

  With your other hand you guide yourself into me again, rougher this time, thrusting straight into me. I let out a cry of surprise at the rough treatment, but soon begin to feel the waves of pleasure again as you begin to piston in and out of me. You are much rougher now, one hand holding me down, the other gripping the flesh of my arse as you smash into me again and again. The familiar feeling begins to rise in me, and I cry out with each deep penetration. We are surrounded by people now, some of them standing next to you and looking down at my small helpless body, watching you furiously smash into my pussy as I scream in joy.

  The pressure is building in me, the stars appearing in my vision, your rhythmic thrusts bringing me closer. My pussy is soaked and the juices are splashing on us each time you forcefully hammer into me, the tops of my black stockings flecked with white. My heart is hammering away, I am on fire, and my breathing is ragged. You enter me again and again; I can feel everything as your long shaft pushes in and out, again and again, in and out. The world goes out of focus, the only thing in existence now is my need, and your erect cock.

  Keep going, don't slow down, keep pumping me with your big dick. Oooh, it's filling me, I'm being battered from behind in a clearing, by a strangers cock! It feels sooo good, don't stop, pump me hard. Like that, yes! Harder! Harder! Yes, Yes, Oh my god, I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING, DON'T STOP!!

  I let out a yell into the night as my body convulses, a thousand points of light dancing in my vision. I feel a volcano erupt between my legs, as my juices flood out like a tidal wave. You see my cum squirting out, around the sides of your cock, which quickly becomes coated in my fluid. This is enough to send you over the edge. You thrust in hard, shooting hot spunk deep inside of me, my tight pussy squeezing you, allowing me to feel your contractions. I can hear your load groans through the haze of my ecstasy, as you thrust in with each huge spurt of your seed, until you sink in balls deep and convulse as the last few drops enter me.

  I look at John through the windscreen, and he watches you standing behind me, a stranger filling my pussy with cum. He has a smile on his face, and the spray of white across his black top lets me know that he came with me.

  You withdraw, panting for breath, and move your hand from my back. I
nstantly I feel the flow of your semen begin to flood out, long strings of thick cum slowly stretching down from my crotchless panties before dripping to the ground. I lie there for a moment, until I hear a car door, then go to get up to embrace John. Suddenly, I feel another pressure on my back, and look up to see John holding me down. He gives me a smile of reassurance, but I look up at him in confusion, I want to get off of here and rest. Then I feel the first warm stream of cum over my backside, and hear groans behind me. I hear a cheer, then feel more sperm hitting me, a long spray across my back. You are still there, behind me, watching your own cum spill from my used pussy like a waterfall as the audience who had watched us tonight shoot their load over me.

  Some like to get up close, and fire a hard blast at my pussy or asshole, others like to ejaculate on my stockings. John takes his hand from my back, and I am turned over on the car. For a couple of minutes, the crowd takes turns to get their relief, warm cum splattering over me. I can hear whoops and cheers for a particularly big load, or a long shot reaching as far as or over my face, and I am forced to close my eyes as the jizz runs over my features. This goes on for a couple of minutes, their confidence growing as they realize that they can do what they like to my battered body, including adding to the load in my sopping hole. By the time it's over I am covered in cum, my fancy underwear soaked and ruined, and my pussy throbbing and oozing huge amounts of mixed semen.

  Back in the car, exhausted beyond belief and sitting on comfortable towels, I kiss John deeply. My skin is slimy with the jism of many men, I have white streaks across my face and hair, and my pussy is still leaking onto the towels.

  "Let's go home now" I say, sitting back in the seat, and beginning to fall into an exhausted sleep

  The End.

  Mary and the Organic Ship

  Chapter 1

  Three long strides brought Mary from her apartment into the elevator compartment, just seconds before the doors slid silently shut. She put her palm flat on the glass panel at her side, waited a moment for the bar of light to sweep from fingertips to wrist, and spoke two crisp words: "Mary Brooks." The elevator AI system, which was antiquated - indeed, some of her colleagues had recently sent round a petition calling for an update to the technology - took some time to respond before it came to life with a low hum. ACCESS: SUB-LEVEL 12 flashed onto the panel in neon yellow letters, and she felt her stomach turn as she was dropped swiftly through the floors. She spent the ride finishing off the braid in her hair, which was the most practical way to wear it for work, especially when work involved an environment suit.

  The elevator opened onto the locker room, which housed this suit as well as her other site equipment. It also contained too many people for this time in the morning. There were four in all, and she knew three of them extremely well, having worked some months with them on this project. Sandra, Perry and Juan were the lab rats, all talking in excited, hushed voices. The fourth, Lenoir, was in the corner stripping off his environment suit. Strange, that - she frowned to see it, since he was due to go in with her imminently, and the suit was absolutely necessary unless...

  "Mary! We've finished the scans - well, Juan finished them last night, actually..." Sandra was talking very fast, a sure sign that something had happened.

  "More like this morning," Juan said with a tired smile. "Hi, Mary. Good news for you and Lenoir. It's totally safe for you guys to go in there and play around." His eyes were bleary and bloodshot, but he managed to look very well satisfied. With his single-minded approach to his work, he probably hadn't left the lab at all.

  Mary glanced at Lenoir, who had edged up to their little group, clad in only his long-sleeved underall. He made no comment, only folding his arms across his wide chest and gazing at the floor as if it held something of great interest. It gave her an opportunity to study him, a guilty pleasure she indulged in only at times of great weakness. This was such a time. The way the skin-tight cloth clung to those thighs... Sweet lord, I wish he'd walk around like that more often, she thought, and then stopped herself with a mental shake, turning back to Sandra.

  "I take it there's no activity in any sectors? This thing is completely dead? Does HQ know?" She felt a thrill of anticipation. For weeks, she and Lenoir had been kept outside the artifact, stumbling around in their suits and trying to be useful while the real work - the lengthy analyses, scans, projections and simulations - had been done by the trio of scientists in front of her now. The prospect of being able to enter it and do her job properly was more than exciting.

  "I've already copied our findings to the big guns upstairs," said Perry. "We should get the green light for your first walk-through in the next hour. In fact," he added apologetically, "I should be in the lab waiting for it. I just wanted to see your face when you heard the news. You didn't disappoint." With a smile and a wink, he turned, and went up the short flight of stairs that led to the laboratory with a decided spring in his step.

  Mary didn't know quite how to respond - was her eagerness so obvious? Without knowing why, she looked enquiringly at Lenoir. He looked back with no change in his impassive expression, but she felt another thrill go through her when she met his pale eyes, made more startling by the darkness of the lashes that framed them.

  "I must admit, I'm looking forward to getting a proper look at this thing," she said. "Any more of this 'monitoring' business and I'd have been petitioning HQ for a redesign of the e-suits."

  "They are a little confining," he agreed, before going back to his locker and taking out a regulation grey jumpsuit. Inwardly, Mary rolled her eyes. It was pretty usual behaviour, but at such a turning point she had expected some show of emotion. She exchanged a look of complete understanding with Juan, who then yawned hugely.

  "I'm gonna get some coffee. I'd sleep but I wouldn't miss this for the world."

  "I'll make you some," Sandra offered. "Last night's work earns you a cup."

  "What, you make coffee? Get a load of this, Mary - the world's worst cook is about to make me a drink. I better start writing my will." Juan chuckled and took Sandra's arm companionably.

  "Hey, my cooking might be crap, but my coffee is spectacular, as you're about to find out, mister," Sandra countered, and their banter continued all the way upstairs.

  Mary was alone with Lenoir. She decided against attempting further conversation, and crossed the room to her locker to change clothes. Usually at this point in the day she would have been climbing into the e-suit, and so had dressed in a black underall with a cotton tee and loose trousers on top for decency's sake. The underall covered her completely, but she felt too exposed with every curve on display, and didn't quite have the confidence to wear it around the locker room with an attractive man watching her. She didn't think Lenoir ever had watched her, but that didn't change her embarrassment. A walk-through of the artifact required something with more pockets, however, so she quickly slipped out of her top and trousers, and began to unfold her jumpsuit.

  "Do you want to decide who goes in first?" She jumped when Lenoir spoke, his voice seemingly just behind her left ear. Flushing and clutching the grey fabric to her breasts, she turned around and saw him not two feet away.

  "Ah... well... I don't know. Do you have a preference?"

  "No, but I thought that you might." Something approaching a smile touched his lips. "You seem quite passionate about this project."

  "Well, that makes one of us." She regretted saying it instantly, but Lenoir didn't appear troubled. Then again, did he ever? She couldn't tell if his stony expression was a response to her words, or simply a return to his usual cheerless self. "I mean - yes, I am passionate about it. It's a tremendous find and I'm lucky to be a part of it." She willed her face to coolness. "But then, I've only been on an initial study team once before. I guess it's not so interesting after a while."

  "I wouldn't know," he said, surprising her. "You can go in first." He drew back and opened the equipment locker, taking out the things they would need: cameras, handscreens, portable scanners. Th
e unexpectedly personal conversation - he never talked about anything but the job - might never have taken place. Mary zipped herself into the jumpsuit and went to help. He handed the gear over without a word or a look, and started to fill his own pockets. The silence became too much.

  "Lenoir, I think you should be first. I've done this before, after all." He said nothing, and she reached over to touch his shoulder, suppressing the urge to move her hand a few inches to brush against the fall of his dark hair.

  "No, I don't mind," he replied instantly, but she thought that he did.

  "I insist," she said firmly. He gave her that odd half-smile again and her heart leapt.

  "Okay."

  Chapter 2

  The artifact was a ship. At least, Mary thought so, and the scans seemed to back her up. Lenoir refused to commit himself, but they could at least agree that it was impressive. They stood in front of it now, in the large empty hall. Everything was shades of grey - their uniforms, the walls, the floors, and the scanning machinery that lay dormant on one side - but the ship was iridescent, the surface shimmering as though it were coated in oil. The way the colours shifted gave her the creeps, but the scans had shown nothing but a hunk of organic matter.

  Large organic constructs didn't officially exist; no one had figured out a way of making it work - or of making it affordable. The ship was not made by human hands. Unfortunately, determining its age was proving difficult, since up until recently it seemed to have been rebuilding itself on a regular basis. Whatever HQ had done to deactivate it had stopped that process. It was not the first sign of alien life, but it was the most recently active.

  "Mary, whenever you're ready," came Sandra's voice over the speakers. Mary turned and looked up to the windows set into one of the walls. The science team gave her smiles and thumbs-up, and she waved back. They would enter through a man-made opening, since there were no others to be found on the inert surface of the ship. HQ defense batteries and their heavy weapons fire had apparently neutralised it, and had also created a handy doorway.