The Dirtiest Daddy's Taboo

by Alina Nicholson

  He starts to count backward from five. "Five, four, three.."

  And I pull myself up before He gets to one.

  "Good girl." He puts His hands on my shoulders and rubs them, while I slowly regain feeling in my fingers. My wrists are red and throbbing. As I stand in front of Him, He begins to run His hands over me again. I hate not being able to see Him, but I can feel how close He is to my burning skin. I start to rub myself against Him, pushing my pussy against His leg, and He surprisingly doesn't stop me.

  Before I get carried away and rip off the blindfold, He grabs me by the nape of my neck, leads me out of the barn, and quickly throws me down. I'm suddenly wet; slippery, and it only takes me a few seconds to realize that I'm sitting in mud. I don't know where I got it in my little pig brain that mud should be WARM, because I'm already shivering at how cold it is. The next thing I feel is Him ripping the blindfold off my eyes.

  "Surprise piggy!"

  I don't know whether to shout for joy, cry out with pain, or laugh hysterically.

  I can't believe this. I'm sitting in the middle of what looks like pig pen, although I'm the only one in it. I look up at Him, to see a huge smile on His face. It isn't long before He's laughing at me, because I'm sure the look on my face is hilarious. It's already all over me, and He practically threw me down on my face, so it's all over my hair and pig nose. I think of how much time I spent getting ready, and how subconsciously I knew that before the day was over, I would look like complete shit.

  I'm shivering in the freezing mud, but it feels good on my recently beat up ass and legs. I can't help but look up and laugh at my Sir, who's laughing now too.

  "Look at the fat little piggy in her natural environment. How cute! Now don't just sit there, you're Daddy's prize porker. Show off like a good pig and make me proud."

  I start to roll around in it, laughing and oinking, thinking of how pretty I must look. It's in this moment that I feel more beautiful than I ever have. I'm a cum-fattened sow running around in a pig pen, snorting and being natural.

  After watching me roll around snorting and getting messy for a while, He steps to the edge of the pen and puts His hand on my forehead, one of the only places not covered in mud. "Is the little piggy cold?" I look up at Him, nod my head and snort, trying to communicate that I don't give a fuck about the cold... I just want His dick.

  He starts unbuttoning His jeans, and I damn near go crazy trying to get at His cock. He backs away, and shakes His head.

  "Don't even think about it porky. Sit there and wallow in the mud like the disgusting pig you are, and don't you dare get me dirty."

  I reluctantly sit back on my hams, and watch Him and He pulls His dick out. He walks closer to me, and lets it dangle right in front of my face... but I don't move. I stay still like He wants me to.

  "You said you were cold..."

  And then suddenly, He starts to piss all over me. He covers me in the warm stream of it, getting it all over my face, hair, nose, and breasts. "Rub it all over yourself piss pig." I do as He says, and He grabs my chin and forces my mouth open, finishing off the rest of it in my hole.

  "Swallow it slut, and don't spill any." I eagerly obey.

  I feel fucking low. I'm such a filthy bitch, and I know and accept it. I'm proud of the pig I've become. He pushes me back down in the mud, and makes me sit there covered in it and drenched in piss now.

  "Get on all fours and crawl out of there slut, play time's over. Don't even fucking think about touching me. Come along."

  He starts to walk off, and I crawl as fast as I can to keep up with His big strides. My whole body hurts from the beating I took earlier, but I know it's far from over. I follow Him over to the trough at the edge of the pen, and see that it's filled with a bunch of slop.

  "Eat up slut, I know you're hungry."

  I want to communicate to Him that I want to have Him feed me Himself, or that I'm hungry for something else, but I know it's useless. I've learned by now that this isn't about what I want. He grabs the back of my messy hair and shoves my face into the pool of food.

  "Slurp it all up like the nasty slut you are, and do a good job."

  I thrust my piggy face, nose and all into the trough, sucking in as much of it as I can. Just as I start to drown in it, He pulls my head out and throws me down on the floor. He drags me across the dirt by my hair, as I scream with pain. He's suddenly turned violent on me again, and I struggle to kick my legs along as He pulls me across the farm.

  "I told you earlier that I would not tolerate a slow bitch pig. Now hurry the fuck up."

  I oink and cry as He pulls me along. He leads me to the back of the barn, and opens a door to the bathroom. He throws me in the bathtub, and I just miss hitting my head on the porcelain. He leaves me in the tub crying, and walks out. As I sit there in tears wondering what's next, He comes back with my bag, my dress and shoes, and an alarm clock in His hands.

  I'm still sitting in the tub looking up at Him, covered in mud and piss, crying my eyes out like a child.

  "Grow up piggy. If you think that was bad, you're in for a surprise. I'm going to take very good care of my little pig slut tonight, so stop crying now."

  He sets my things down on the counter, and fusses with the clock. He sets it on the sink, and turns to leave the room.

  "I want you looking clean and perfect for tonight whore. Rinse yourself off, clean every fold and crevice, and put your face back on. Put your hair in pigtails, and make sure everything is clean. You have exactly 30 minutes to finish, and I'll be back to fetch you when this alarm goes off. If you know what's good for you, you won't be late."

  Tbc..

  The End.

  Early One Morning

  She was dressed for a shoot for a glamour magazine, rather than work. Tight blouse her superb tits were trying to burst out of. Tight skirt painted to her exquisite arse. And her flat tummy. And her delicious thighs.

  Well, the tops of her thighs.

  Shiny stockings that gave the impression she had been massaging oil into her legs. Or someone had. Heels longer than my finger. My longest finger.

  Short, dark, immaculate hair. Lovely face. One of those cute, little noses that turn up just a touch at the end. Kissable, bitable lips.

  On a scale of 0 to 10, with 0 being 'Put a sack on that' to 10 being 'Oh yeah', she was a trouser-ripper. Eminently doable.

  The coffee shop had just opened, and my eyes were trying to remember how to open. Not very successfully. One glimpse of her however, and they were in overdrive. They worked their way down her. Then up her. Then down her. I seemed to have lost control of them completely. Though my cock seemed to be liking what they were doing.

  Man, she was a looker!

  Raoul was serving her. He seemed to have perked up considerably from the bleary-eyed somnambulist who had served me. He had a smile on his face as big as all outdoors, and then some. She smiled and leaned forward to say something to him. Her skirt threatened to split.

  My cock threatened to split my trousers.

  Raoul looked down the front of her blouse, right down at that long, deep, inviting cleavage. His lips twitched. His eyebrows twitched!

  Fuck, this bitch was hot!

  Raoul smiled at me, dreamily. And twitched.

  I walked over behind her, to ask for a glass of water. To throw over myself.

  She turned and smiled at me.

  'You've got a thread on your blouse,' I said. No doubt about it, I can be quick sometimes.

  'Where?' she asked, looking over her shoulder at me. Ahhh, that was mighty nice.

  'Here,' I said, touching her shoulder gently.

  She sighed and moved her shoulder back, pushing her right breast out. Ahhh ...

  'Hang on,' I said. 'I may be wrong.'

  I ran my hand over her shoulder, as if searching for something. A button maybe. One of her buttons.

  I think I found it.

  She sighed again.

  I pushed into a spot just near her backbone.

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nbsp; 'Mmmmm,' she murmured, 'that's so nice. I mean, I think you've found something there. Push a little harder.'

  I started to massage her back with one hand. Then the other. She sighed deliciously. And closed her eyes. And leaned forward, putting her hands on the counter. She stuck her arse out.

  Raoul's lips were almost touching hers. She noticed him. Then she noticed his lips.

  'Kiss me,' she murmured.

  He did.

  She parted her legs.

  I noticed the only other person on the shop. She was watching us closely. Very closely. She was licking her lips. I sensed she enjoyed watching.

  My hands were running up and down the stunner's back, as Raoul kissed her. One of his hands was behind her neck, the other was pressing into one of her tits.

  He broke the kiss for a moment.

  'Alex, this is Susie. Susie, this is Alex. He has a very big cock.'

  'Oooooh, I hope so,' Susie moaned. 'I hope I get to meet it soon. Really soon.'

  'Do you want him to fuck you, while I kiss you?' Raoul asked.

  'Mmmm, that would be good,' Susie said.

  I walked over to the other woman, condom in hand.

  'Could you put this on for me?' I asked her.

  'Sure,' she replied, taking her hand out of her panties.

  I unzipped my cock.

  'That is so big,' she sighed.

  She put the condom in her mouth, and then engulfed my cock, rolling the condom along it as she did so. This was one bitch who knew what she was doing. Her mouth skills were very impressive.

  She sucked my cock, with enthusiasm. That was good -- very, very good.

  In the meantime, Raoul was ravishing Susie on the counter. Kissing her. Licking her. Blowing in her ear. Caressing her tits. Undoing her blouse. Tweaking her nipples. Playing with her arse.

  Susie was moaning something fierce.

  'Fuck her,' the bitch sucking my cock said. 'She's ready. Slam your cock right up her. I want to watch you screw her.'

  'Oh yes,' Susie groaned. 'Fuck me.'

  I positioned myself behind Susie. I raised her skirt and slipped her panties to one side. Her pussy glistened.

  'I'm ready,' Susie moaned. 'Do me.'

  Damn this bitch could moan.

  I slipped my cock into her, just a fraction.

  She moaned.

  I sighed.

  I grabbed her hips. She arched her back, and stuck her arse out.

  'Dick me,' she pleaded.

  I slammed my cock right up her. Balls deep.

  'Ahhhh .... Ooooooh .... Fuck,' she mumbled, as she jerked forward, hard up against Raoul.

  He pushed her down on the counter. She went willingly.

  I pulled my cock almost out of her, waited for a moment, and slammed right up her again.

  'Fuck ... fuck ... fuck...' was her considered reply.

  She got a finger wet by forcing it up inside herself, next to my cock. Then she found her arsehole, and slid it up herself. What a delightfully dirty fuck bitch.

  'Mount me, you dirty fucking bastard,' she begged.

  I slammed right up her again. Then I started to fuck her hard and fast. Ahhh, that was good.

  I was ramming her senseless, to her squeals of delight, when I felt someone next to me.

  'I'm Kayden,' she said, by way of introduction. I was way too occupied to tell her my name. 'Fuck her good.' Kayden was finger fucking herself hard. And fast. She came.

  'I'm fucking you hard, you dirty fuck bitch,' I breathed in Susie's ear. 'I'm rooting you, dicking you, screwing you, and fucking you and fucking you and fucking you.'

  'Oh yeah, you dirty fucking bastard, do me senseless with your big cock. Slam it up me. Fuck right up into me. Nail me hard and rough. I'm your dirty fuck slut.'

  She came too. She spasmed. She moaned. She groaned. She twitched. Her cunt tightened around my cock, milking it.

  Successfully.

  I hit that moment where all control goes. I felt that familiar warmth in my balls, as I smashed past the point of no fucking return.

  I came. Again and again and again. I groaned into Susie's neck. Hard. I grabbed her tits and enjoyed them as only a man in the throes of an orgasm can. Damn they were nice!

  ....

  Moments later, a customer walked in. Everything was back to normal. We were casually exchanging contact details and organising a get together. At Kayden's place. The four of us.

  Mmmm, foursomes ...

  The End.

  Coffee Shopping

  Every Wednesday I go and treat myself to a latte. Just a little treat to soothe my nerves and pamper myself. I hardly have time to enjoy it because I'm off again to another meeting, another appointment, another commitment. Perhaps one day I'll be able to just slow down and relax every day, and not just on Wednesdays...

  I'm waiting in line to place my order. It's funny how predictable people are. I bet I can name the exact order of everyone in line in front of me. Up front is the tall blonde lady who gets a grande hazelnut flavored iced frappuccino. Next is the old woman who usually has a decaf tea. Then the handsome man with the glasses behind her always orders a tall hot cafe americano, black. (I don't mind being behind him in line because the view is quite nice!) I, whom have some semblance of free will, prefer to change it up a little. I generally order just a latte but some days it's a caramel macchiato and others it's peppermint mocha.

  I guess you could say what someone drinks tells you a lot about a person. Miss. "frappuccino" is probably "frigid" and judgmental, concerned more about image than health -- those things are loaded with calories! The sweet "tea toddling" lady probably lives alone with her three cats. Mr. "hot cafe" much like his coffee may be "tall, dark and handsome" rocking the sexy male librarian look behind his wire frame glasses.

  I wish I had been paying more attention to my own drink/personality this time because before I knew it, I was crashing into Mr. Cafe spilling my latte all over me AND him! (I hate coffee abuse.) As my face turns beet red, I yelp "Oh, I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking." He seems frustrated but doesn't raise his voice. "Look, I have to be in a meeting in 10 minutes but it's OK."

  I smartly offer to pay for his dry-cleaning; figuring the blazer he's wearing probably is worth saving from permanent coffee stain. But as I'm inspecting his clothing for "damage" I notice he's in a button down shirt and jeans with comfortable loafers. He's also toting a decent package in those jeans, causing me to blush even further as I slowly raise my eyes back up to his.

  He smiles and quietly chuckles, thinking I'm embarrassed that I got caught looking. But to be honest I was hatching a plan and I had to act fast. I hand him my business card, and tell him to drop by my office later that week with the receipt after he gets the coat cleaned. However, just a moment before he gets his fingers onto the edge of the card, I lean forward and slip it into his pants front pocket, making sure to brush my hand across his crotch. (I'm not disappointed, for it's warm and firm. Unless I'm imagining it, he's getting stiff just standing there.)

  I smile warmly and walk briskly away...

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  What just happened? Miss. clumsy mocha latte just spilled her hot drink on me and I think she just copped a feel. Wow, what a morning this has been. To be honest, she wasn't half bad looking, and I think I saw that she was wearing a red bra under that blouse of hers. (I wasn't really looking but when she leaned forward to tuck that card into my pants; I could see the "pleasant valley" between her "white mountains." I think I'll stop by her office just to see her again.

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  Three days pass and I hear nothing. Pretty sad when the most excitement I get in a week is an accidental coffee spill and a failed attempt at getting a date for the weekend. Then, the phone rings.

  "Hello?" I wait for an answer. "Hi, it's the guy from the coffee shop, Jim." (It's HIM!) "Oh, hi Jim, glad you got back to me. I thought you had forgotten my offer." I wait again to see what he says next. "Um yes, about that. I don't really need you
to pay for my dry cleaning. It wasn't really that much. But I wanted to thank you for the gesture and well, um, maybe if you'd like to meet after work for a latte at our usual coffee shop, I could at least buy you a drink." (Damn, he just turned it around on me. Why do guys have to be knights in shining armor?)

  "You know Jim, we both only work a few blocks away, would you mind terribly grabbing the coffees and bringing them over here I'd really appreciate it. I'm bogged down here with work but would hate to pass you up on your gracious offer." (Honestly, my memory had drifted from coffee and blazers to his eyes. There had been something there that told me he was curious. I could use a man like that right now.)

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  "Um, sure. I can come by around 5:30pm." (This is going somewhere but I'm not sure where or that I want to go there.) "I can't stay too long; I have to head to the gym tonight." She chuckles and says goodbye. I'm trying to figure this lady out. She bumps me, offers to pay. Then when I tell her not to bother and that I'll grab something for both of us, she expects me to come by like an errand boy with her coffee. She's got a lot of nerve.

  I arrive at her office and it's empty except for me and her. She's sitting at her desk but I see her shoes are on the floor. (I wonder if she realizes I can see her legs?) As she uncrosses her legs, I realize there's a tightness in my jeans that wasn't there before. Her hair's pulled up in a messy bun and the glow from her laptop reflects off her glasses. She looks up at me smiling and I don't know what it is about her but I'm frozen in place just looking back at her. Maybe it's the naughty librarian thing?

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  I know I have a gift with men. I may not be a supermodel but I have what they want. They adore me; they just don't know it yet. I wanted this Jim, my Mr. Tall Dark Hot Cafe Americano. I wanted to savor every drop. The question was not did he want me, but was he worthy of me.

  "Would you be a dear and pull up a chair so we can enjoy our coffee together?" I ask in the sweetest voice I can muster. He shrugs and walks over placing the coffee on my desk and plopping himself down into the chair across from me. I close my laptop, slowly remove my glasses and adjust myself to sit more comfortably. As we sit and sip, I look over the brim of my cup and study him. Jim has a firm square jaw, sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. But what I'm finding the most interesting is his hands. I bet he'd give a great back rub with those hands.