The Dirtiest Daddy's Taboo

by Alina Nicholson

  Corporate America has royally fucked me over when it comes to romance. How can I convince two people they're in love when they don't believe in love in the first place? Or, even worse, that love comes with an expensive price tag?

  If things were the same as back in my day, divorce rates wouldn't be so high. Of course the rate of murdered or missing spouses would probably be astronomical, but you have to take the good with the bad, right?

  Why do I care? Well, it's kind of my job.

  Sigh. I can see by the confusion in your pretty eyes, you don't understand. I hate this. I always have to start from the beginning.

  Whatever they've told you about me, don't believe it. Sure, I carry a bow and a quiver of arrows, but that's where the resemblance ends. I'm not a diapered baby, I don't have wings, and I'm not a man.

  Yup, that's right. I'm a chick with a bow and I know how to use it.

  You see, Aphrodite really did have a son named Eros, who eventually became the God of Love. However, he was a lazy asshole who hated doing anything more than scratching his balls and mesmerizing women into doing his work.

  I was said "woman mesmerized into doing his work." "Woman" being a loose term since I'm actually a dryad, but that's neither here nor there.

  What? Why do I have to...ok, well I was trying to give you the short version, but since you asked.

  I was lounging around in my tree as was my nature back then when I was rudely surprised by Eros slamming head first into my branches. Apparently he'd accidentally loosed an arrow on the wrong target and made a donkey fall in love with Zeus instead of the lovely princess the kingly god long admired.

  As a result, Zeus was gunning for him with his lightning bolts. I think Eros stole Hermes' sandals that day, 'cause man, was he booking it. Since he was too busy looking over his shoulder, he never noticed my lovely tree right in front of him.

  The impact shook some fruit off, so I made myself corporeal in order to ascertain there was no permanent damage.

  That was my fatal mistake.

  You see, Eros really hated being the God of Love. He wasn't a big believer in "happily ever after," so it galled him to be the bringer of said happy endings. Given who his mother was, it's not really surprising he had issues with love (seriously, just Google Aphrodite and you understand why men like Norman Bates exist).

  He looked up from his sprawl and I looked down into his lovely face. It was kismet, the stars aligned, the heavens above and the underworld below moved: the fucker pricked my foot with an arrow.

  Since he didn't use a true love arrow on me--which is strictly prohibited since it can only work on two beings who are truly meant to be together--I was struck with an all-consuming lust that caused me to rip his toga from his body and lower myself onto his stiff prick. I can say a lot of bad about him, but "pencil dick" is definitely not one of them!

  The combination of a lust arrow and God cum rendered me temporarily insane. I agreed to whatever my hunny bunny wanted which included taking the badges of his station, the quiver of arrows and the golden bow, to alleviate his bad back.

  He received the bow and arrows as a christening gift from Apollo the Sun Bearer. Since Eros was a baby at the time, Apollo made sure anyone who took hold of the bow or quiver would be magically-bound to guard both wisely. Dumb horny silly me walked right into that trap. I could not leave either one anywhere without it zapping back into my hands. The only person who can take them from me is Eros himself. The guy who magically poofed and hasn't been seen since.

  Bastard.

  Now, don't worry about my track record; sure, I was the one who thought Paris and Helen would make a cute couple. Or liked Lancelot better than Arthur. And Isolde thanked me for hooking her up with Tristan (despite what those silly French poets said, Isolde the Fair and her knight Tristan really were in love, otherwise my magical arrow wouldn't have worked. Arrow, mind you, not some stupid potion).

  But Monica Lewinsky was not my fault. I was aiming at Hillary, not Bill, but she ducked at the last second. I thought she needed to loosen up a bit; her outfits were so ugly it practically screamed "I haven't had hot monkey lovin' since my wild and crazy college days!"

  Yes, I'm as real as the chair you're tied to and no I'm not insane. I'm the dryad now known as Cupid and every February Fourteenth I must find one couple to unite their souls in true love. My bow is like a hound with a scent and led me directly to you.

  If you would just stop fussing with the ropes, I'll show you your perfect mate. Fortunately your telescope happens to be pointed towards her bedroom window, so it'll be really easy to see her once she gets home.

  Just close your eyes and imagine it: soft candle light, the arousing aromas of a home-cooked meal, and your own true love bristling with my arrows.

  What could possibly go wrong?

  The End.

  Unleashed

  Chapter 1

  Joey sat in the recliner, watching the Ole Miss-Alabama football game. Every now and then, he would take a sip of beer, or nibble on some of the Chex party mix she'd fixed for him. But he never paid any attention to her, except to order her to get him another beer.

  "Aw yeah, Crimson Tide, in the lead!" he cheered at halftime, then seemed to remember that she was in the room.

  "Come here," he ordered and Barbara warily approached his chair.

  He'd been drinking beer since eleven o'clock three hours and fifteen minutes of alcohol consumption.

  "I said 'come here,'" he hissed angrily and grabbed one of her breasts and pulled her closer.

  "Ah!" she gasped as he squeezed her breast savagely.

  "I like your pussy shaved like that," he said and roughly jammed a finger into her dripping slit.

  "Thank you," she blushed. "I shaved it for you."

  "I know that," he said and jammed three more fingers into her.

  "Uh!" she grunted and the painful intrusion; Joey's fingers were quite large.

  "I need to piss," he announced and pulled her by her long hair down the hall to the bathroom.

  She cleaned his cock with her mouth after he'd pissed and shaken the errant drops from his cock. She sucked the head and used her tongue to swipe the piss slit, then sucked the entire length of it into her mouth. She pressed her nose into his pubic hair and smelled his sweat, his manliness.

  "Enough," he snapped and lightly slapped her cheek.

  She followed him back to her living room and sat back down on the couch, waiting his next orders.

  "Hey, fucking bitch, I tell you to sit?" he asked.

  "No, no, you need something?" she stammered, jumping to her feet.

  "Yeah, you getting real good at sucking nut," he said and slid his pants down and spread his legs.

  She knelt in front of the chair and tongued his hairy, sweaty scrotum, then took his testicles into her mouth; one at a time, then took both of them in and avidly lapped at them with her tongue.

  His fat cock grew in length and she hoped he would let her suck his cock; let her eat his hot spunk.

  He used a handful of her hair to pull her onto her feet, and then bent the five foot ten inch tall woman at the hips. He entered her pussy from behind, burying himself to the hilt.

  "Ah!" she screamed in orgasm and he pounded her hard and fast, never letting go of her hair.

  "Fuck yeah!" he grunted and emptied himself into her unprotected pussy.

  ----

  "By the way, "He said as he was preparing to leave. "Rebecca's fucking begging me to take her to the Winter Pageant, what you think?"

  Barbara felt a stab of jealousy; Rebecca was her eighteen-year-old daughter. She knew that her daughter had a big crush on the handsome nineteen-year-old Joey. She also knew, at forty-three, she couldn't compete with the younger version of herself.

  Joey smiled, waiting for Barbara's response.

  "That would be great," she finally said and forced a smile to her face.

  "Good, good," he crooned, patting her cheek. "By the way, I'm coming back tomorrow; Atlanta's playing T
ampa Bay."

  She knew that she had better get some more beer and snacks for the boy; he'd drank the better part of a twelve pack today.

  "Okay, what time's kick-off?" she asked him.

  "One, I think," he belched, then roughly kissed her and left her condominium.

  Chapter 2

  She hurried to answer the door; either he was early or she was running late.

  "Hey," he smiled and pushed his way into her condominium in his usual abrupt manner.

  "Joey!" she screamed as three more youths barged in right behind him

  "What?" he snapped. "These are friends of mine, all right?"

  "Oh, okay," she said, trying to catch her breath.

  "Nice place," one of the youths said.

  "Thanks," Both Barbara and Joey said.

  "Um, can I get y'all anything?" Barbara stammered.

  "Move, dick lick, that's my fucking chair," Joey ordered and after some grumbling, the other boy got out of the chair and Joey sat down.

  "Yeah, Joey says you stock up pretty good on the beer," one of the boys said and Barbara scurried off to the kitchen to fetch them beers.

  "Hey," another one of the boys said, unzipping his pants. "Joey says you ain't a bad piece of ass, even if you are fucking old."

  Barbara ran from the room in tears.

  "What, dude?" the boy said, stuffing his cock back into his pants. "I thought you said she was cool with this shit."

  Joey barged into her room and pulled her out of her bed and slapped her face a couple of times.

  "Fucking embarrassing me in front of my friends?" he hissed in her face. "Better get your ass out there and give them a piece of ass. Now."

  "Fucking old?" she sobbed. "You called me 'fucking old?'"

  "Well, yeah, what the fuck you think you are?" he asked.

  He kissed her, almost gently, and then smiled at her.

  "But you're still a sexy fucking piece of ass, old or not," he said softly.

  She began to follow him out of the room.

  "You going to fuck them like that?" he asked. "You going to keep your shorts on?"

  "No, no, of course not," she stammered.

  "Then get them off, stupid bitch," he said and left her to strip.

  ----

  Aw, yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" one of the boys hooted as a nude, shivering Barbara entered the living room.

  "Um, okay, who's first?" she asked Joey.

  "All of us," he laughed and began to pull off his own clothes.

  "All of..." Barbara asked.

  She was roughly yanked down onto a hard cock. She groaned as the large member shoved itself deep into her pussy, bumping quite painfully against her cervix.

  "No!" she cried out as she felt Joey's rough hands prying her buttocks apart. "No, Joey, I don't like it there!"

  "Shut the fuck up," he hissed angrily in her ear. "I don't fuck you up the shitter because YOU like it! I fuck you up the shitter because I like it!"

  She grunted in pain as he savagely gripped her large breasts and used them as leverage to pull himself into her protesting bowels.

  Before she could cry out, a cock jammed itself into her mouth. Then a second cock was pressed to her lips and she opened her mouth wide to accommodate the two cocks.

  Her orgasm was continuous and she finally blacked out.

  ----

  See?" Joey laughed.

  She came too, now laying on her back on top of Joey as he pumped his cock in her pussy. Another boy lay on top of them, also pounding her pussy.

  "See?" Joey laughed again. "I told you, the bitch's cunt could can take two at a time."

  The other two boys had to prove that she could indeed take them both in her pussy as well, and then settled down to watch the game.

  Time and again, they'd force a cock into her mouth or pussy or ass, when she wasn't busy getting them beers or something to eat.

  ----

  In the bath, she examined her breasts. They were purple in some places; purple bruises the size of Joey's fingers. Her sore buttocks, she'd determined, also bore the marks of his hands were he'd gripped them cruelly as he pushed his cock into her bowels.

  She wondered if he planned to rape Rebecca next Friday, the night of their Winter Pageant. Would he jam his cock in Rebecca's mouth, force it down her throat? Would he rip her dress from her and grip her breasts in his powerful hands? Would he slap Rebecca's face for crying? Would he batter his cock into her virgin pussy, tear her hymen, and plant his seed in Rebecca's womb? Would he force his cock up Rebecca's unsuspecting rectum, tearing the sensitive flesh?

  Barbara masturbated frantically, sloshing the water out of the tub onto the floor.

  ----

  Joey stepped out of his mother's home, resplendent in his tuxedo. He held the corsage box in his left hand and his car keys in his right. Just as he opened the car door, Barbara Ross walked up, smile on her face.

  "Hey, what you doing here?" he asked in genuine surprise.

  She raised the nine-millimeter pistol and put three bullets into his head and three more into his chest.

  Barbara gave birth to Joey's daughter while awaiting trial for his murder.

  The End.

  My Best Friend

  She had just finished cleaning her room, and there was a knock at the door. "It must be him," she thought to herself as she pulled on her favorite t-shirt. "He's a little early. As usual." She opened the door, and sure enough, there was her best friend standing in the doorway with that adorable smirk that only he could pull off. Weekly movie night was here.

  "Are you going to let me in? Or just stand there and stare at me?" he teased. "Hey, isn't that my shirt?""

  "It's mine, now," she laughed. " Come on. We've got a pizza to eat."

  She leads him downstairs, and they proceed to choose the movie of the night, Eurotrip.

  "You mean you haven't seen it?!" she exclaims.

  "No, but there are naked chicks in it, right?" he jokes.

  "Of course." she answers, feeling awkward talking to him about "naked chicks" due to her crush on him.

  They sit on the futon, start the movie, and open the box of pizza. 4 slices, 17 scenes, and 45 minutes later, she is laying with her head in his lap, their usual movie watching position. Tonight however, he was acting funny.

  "I wonder if she knows?" he wonders to himself. "I mean, she's gorgeous, and well, how can she not feel that?" He awkwardly adjusts himself, trying not to disturb her. She doesn't notice, he thinks.

  Meanwhile, she nestles her head closer against his thigh, then slowly moves to a sitting position to look him in the eyes. Before he can realize what is hitting him, their lips are locked in an awkward kiss. She pulls back, a flush of adrenaline, excitement, and embarrassment rushing to her face.

  "I'm sorry..." She trails off, starting to get up. "I'll be right back."

  He grabs her arm, the same color rising to his face. "Please, Stay," he blurts out. "I want it, too."

  Her face lights up as she sits back down. "You really do? I mean, you want me...l-l-like that?" she stutters

  "Of course I do, sweetheart," he blushes as he looks his best friend in the eye. "I have for a while now. Couldn't you tell?"

  She kisses him again, this time more passionately. He pulls her on top of him and puts his hand on her still-flushed neck.

  Ever so slowly, she places her hand on the growing bulge between his legs. He lets out a low moan. She slowly pulls off his shirt, exploring his strong, muscular chest with her fingertips. As she pulls the shirt over his head and off, he kisses her.

  Still in silence, she begins to work her down the front of his body, kissing his lips, jawline, neck, collarbone, chest, abdomen, and she finally reaches the waistband of his jeans. She quickly unbuttons and unzips his jeans, and slides them down, then off. He looks slightly embarrassed sitting in this place he had been so many times, now in only his boxers.

  "Wow," she thinks to herself. "I never realized how big he is!"

 
; She reaches for the waist of his boxers, slips her fingers inside, and adds those to his jeans on the floor. Her eyes widen in surprise as his erection springs free.

  "It's...beautiful...scary...BIG." she whispers. He chuckles at her reaction.

  She silently reaches over to the table by the futon and grabs a bottle of lotion. She squirts some on her hands, rubs it in a little, and wraps her hand, small in comparison, around the hard cock of her best friend.

  Getting used to it, she wraps her other hand around him, and slowly begins stroking his solid dick. He tilts his head back and sighs. Seeing that he is enjoying it, she ups the tempo.

  "I love this edible lotion," she thinks. "And i can guarantee he will too."

  She lowers herself to the floor in front of the futon, and he looks up, wondering what she is doing. She raises up a little, and slowly slides her warm, wet tongue up and down the sides of his shaft. She kisses the tip, he sucks in air, digging his fingers into the fuzzy pillow next to him. She continues to stroke him with her hands as she adds tongue. "All of those years of piano lessons have really paid off," he thinks with a smile. As he thinks this, she begins sucking the very tip of his hard cock, very softly. She gently bobs her head, his erection going deeper into her hot mouth each time. As she gets about halfway, she pulls back, so he is barely inside her warm mouth, then swallows it, the tip of his herd cock buried deep in her throat. He moans and tries to thrust against her. She slowly bobs her head, deep-throating him, and then pulls back and continues to stroke him with her hands and gently sucking him while swirling her tongue around the tip of his dick. She goes on like this until his hips buck gently against her face as he fills her mouth with his hot cum. She swallows every last drop.

  Breathing heavily, she re-joins him on the futon, giggling. She gently touches his face. "Are you ready for the rest?" she asks him.

  "Are you?" he shrugs.

  "You tell me," she smirks, pushing his hand into her shorts. "Touch my dripping wet pussy and ask me that again."

  He gasps, surprised at the wetness of her underwear. "Girl, you're ready." he smiles.

  She lifts her hips and allows him to remove her black boyshort underwear along with her favorite red and black adidas shorts. She tries to climb on top of him, but he resists, pushing her back into a sitting position.