The Dirtiest Daddy's Taboo

by Alina Nicholson

  "Please go faster." Damian's pleas fell on deaf ears though. Jessica kept going at her pace listening to his whimpers until she felt his cock beginning to quiver inside her. It was then she stopped all together and just ground her hips against him.

  "How long do you think I can keep you like this baby? Right there on the edge, just about to cum? One minute, two?" She paused slightly clenching down on his member. "I bet I could keep going until you lost all control and leaned me over and fucked me raw." Jessica bit down on her lower lip and threw her head back over his shoulder so her lips brushed against his ear. "Look at you. So close baby. I can keep at this all day." Her tongue shot out to flick against his ear. "Maybe I'll see just how long it takes for you to just go crazy."

  Five minutes later Damian was still struggling, trying to thrust his hips up and catch her so he could cum. Then he felt something inside him fall away. One hand moved to her hair and pushed Jessica forward until her head was pinned against the carpet. The other wrapped around her hips keeping her ass up. Without waiting for permission he started fucking her. Damian fucked her as hard as he could manage, so hard her cries were squeaking out of her because the impact interrupted the sound. At that dizzying pace it only took a few moments to get another orgasm tearing through his body adding to the cum already flooding Jessica's cunt. Jessica was clawing at the carpet and pushing her hips back to meet his the entire time.

  "Wow. Do you always need that much encouragement to take control?" Jessica plied pulling away from Damian and rolling onto her back. "C'mon upstairs. I've got a lot to teach you?" She grinned.

  The End.

  June Seeks Satisfaction

  "Come on Ed, can't you at least try?"

  "Honey I am trying, there's nothing left you've drained me."

  Here I was lying on my back with my wife straddling me, my dick now soft after cumming still inside her and she's begging for more.

  "When we were young we used to go two or three times a night and now I'm lucky if I get three times a week."

  She was right and I knew it but that the price you pay for getting old. I even tried to get a scrip for Viagra but my doc said my heart couldn't take it. June kept at it as she kept me tightly gripped inside her she continued to ride me but it was no use I remained soft.

  "Well if you can't please me I guess I'll just have to get me a younger man on the side."

  The thought of my wife fucking someone else was a fantasy I'd had for years but of course, I'd never brought it up. I could feel myself stir inside her and she noticed it as well.

  "Ooh, what's this, does your peter like the idea of me doing some young stud?"

  We began to fuck again as she talked of her unknown lover and how much he would fuck her. Now we have done some mild role-play in the past usually as me playing a sub. My wife never seemed to care for it so we seldom did it. However seeing it had turned me on she got into it. She grabbed my nipples in both hands and pinched them tightly.

  "Yes honey you need to find a real man who can pleasure you like you deserve."

  Saying this took my wife over the edge and she came in waves, over and over again. I was right behind her shooting deep inside her.

  She lay on top of me in a pool of our combined sweat, too tired to get off. I stroked her hair wet and hanging down as I kissed her neck.

  "June that was so hot, I haven't been that excited in I don't know how long."

  She rose up to look at me,

  "You liked that didn't you baby, I know you like to play those games but usually they don't do much for me but I did get off on it."

  "What if I wasn't playing, I mean what if I was serious about you finding someone to help pleasure you?"

  "Yeah, well where do you think an old lady like me is going to find this young stud? And if you think I'd let you go find some woman on the side, you're crazy. You know I'll cut your dick off if I ever catch you. "

  "Are you kidding, honey you're more woman than I can handle why would I want anyone else. Listen you are still hot and I know there must be thousands of guys who would just love to get the chance to be with you. Haven't you heard of MILFs or cougars, come on middle age women are a hot commodity these days."

  We lay together until we fell asleep and when we woke up, we took a shower together. As I was scrubbing my wife's back for her, I decided to push this as far as I could. After her back, I sat on the shower floor and began to scrub her legs and when I got past her thighs she opened her legs and I put my tongue inside her. I next put her clit in my mouth as the water ran on my head I gave her another orgasm. She held my head to her and I continued to please her until she came again.

  After getting dressed in our pajamas, June went to make dinner and I sat down at our computer to look up some websites to show my wife. I Googled 'Cuckold' and even I was shocked to find over three million results. I clicked on six or seven sites and then bookmarked the more interesting ones. When June walked in to say dinner was on the table I asked her to take a quick look before dinner. I noticed as she looked through the first site she began to breathe heavier and I put my hand inside her nightgown, on her thigh and gently caressed her.

  "Ed is this what you want, to be my cuckold to sit at home while I go seeking pleasure from another man?"

  "Yes dear it is what I want but only if you want it too. Your satisfaction is my desire, nothing else matters."

  I now had my fingers inside her folds feeling her wetness. I began transferring her juices up to her clit causing her another orgasm. She instructed me to pull my PJs down and then sat down backwards impaling my erection inside her. She continued to browse the websites as she rode me. She stopped got up turned around to face and then sat back down on my dick.

  "You know Ed I've cheated on you before."

  I looked at her in shock but I asked her to tell me all about it.

  "I wished I had known back then you wanted me to cheat it would have been a lot easier. You remember when I worked all those late nights and weekends a couple of years ago, well I wasn't working. This guy from work kept coming on to me, then to shut him up I went for a drink after work, and somehow we ended up in a motel. It was new and so exciting that we did it again the next night and then again all day Saturday."

  She told me to hurry up and cum because she wanted me to eat a cream pie like she saw on the computer. And that is just what I did deep inside her; she then stood on the chair and then sat on my face. Before I came, I thought this would be sexy but somehow after it didn't seem like such a good idea. June didn't care what I thought about as she rubbed her cum filled slit all over my face until she came again and then finally sated she got off and sat in my lap. Our dinner was cold but we didn't care and my wife kidded my about having dessert first.

  So, this is how our sex life has been for the last three months or so. It's still in the role-playing stage as we fuck my wife teases me by threatening me that she is going to cuckold me. It has greatly increased out sexual enjoyment and so far, I've had the stamina to keep her satisfied. As far as where do we go from here I can't say. At first, I wanted her to do it but now I'm afraid to rock the boat, she seems happy, I'm really happy, and who knows what would happen if she actually brought a man into our relationship. She keeps asking me if I want it and I keep telling her only if it pleases her. If she goes through with it, my only fear would be losing her.

  The End.

  Sara

  "Three dollars please," said the young female clerk as she handed me my coffee.

  I gave her a five and told her to keep the change. As I turned and headed toward the exit I came to a sudden stop. Not realizing there was someone directly behind, I nearly ran over a very pretty young woman who had obviously been waiting in line patiently for her turn.

  Lucky for me the lid on my coffee held tight and not a drop was spilled on either one of us. The young lady's coffee wasn't so fortunate. It went sailing through the air landing about some ten feet away from us. The cup exploded on impact.

  "I'm
so very sorry," I told the young blonde. "I guess I should look where I'm going."

  She laughed and said, "You may have done me a favor. I've been meaning to cut back!"

  "Tell you what," I said, "You can start your sabbatical from coffee tomorrow because right now it would be my pleasure if you would allow me to buy you another drink and join me at that table right over there." I pointed to a table for two over by the large picture window facing the street.

  She glanced at her watch and said, "I've got some time to kill, why not."

  I got her fresh cup of coffee and joined her at the table. She was a very attractive young woman. I'm guessing early thirty, blonde hair, green eyes, and a wholesome sexy smile. When I noticed the wedding band on her left hand it was as if the wind had suddenly deserted my sails. Why were all the pretty ones always married I wondered.

  I broke the ice by introducing myself. I offered my hand and said, "I'm Ben Stephens from Des Moines."

  She took my hand and shook it firmly and said, "I'm Sara Green from Sacramento."

  I quickly learned that Sara was a stay at home mom and was enjoying a rare day out of the house by herself. Her husband was in the military and away on training for the next 2 weeks and her mother in law had taken their kids for the day so she could go shopping. She asked me what brought me half the way across the country and I told her I was a sales rep and was in town calling on a couple of clients.

  "It must be nice to travel around the country and get paid to do it."

  "People tend to think that way but it can be a lonely existence especially in a town like this," I said.

  "You don't like Sacramento?" she teased.

  "No, it's not that," I told her. "This is my first trip here and I don't know anyone, don't know my way around. It's like being the new kid in town, I'm sure my next trip here will be much better."

  "So you're coming back?" she asked.

  "Yep," I replied. "As of January 1, the great state of California is now part of my territory."

  We traded small talk for a while and I soon learned Sara Collins was twenty eight and born and raised in Sacramento. She once worked as secretary in a doctor's office but when the kids came along she gave it up. She and her husband Roy had been high school sweethearts before getting married.

  "How long have you and Roy been married," I asked.

  "Do you mean happy years, or total years?" she asked with a frown.

  I was sorry I had asked the question now but it seemed too late to turn back.

  "Maybe you should decide," I smiled. Hoping she would recall the happy years and we could move on. But that didn't happen.

  "Roy and I have been married ten years. We got married right after we graduated high school. The first couple of years were great. But when the children came along everything changed. For the last few years it's been less than perfect. He's lived in his world which consists of the military and his Army buddies, and I live in mine. We're more like roommates than a married couple."

  I wasn't sure what to say but empathy seemed to be my best option

  "I'm sorry to hear that Sara. I think everyone has the right to be happy."

  From the look on her face I could see I hadn't accomplished my goal so I decided to tell her about my own misfortunes.

  "I had a marriage similar to yours once," I told her. "After six years it was obvious there was no saving it so my ex-wife and I decided to call it quits before we destroyed each other. It was the best thing that ever happened to either one of us. She's happily remarried to a wonderful guy named Jim and I'm happy and single. Of course there weren't any children to contend with which made the split must easier."

  A look of relief seemed to appear on Sara's youthful face. I'm not sure if it was because I could relate to her situation, or the fact that I was single. I got the feeling she was glad I was single.

  Sara immediately became more talkative and our conversation became a lot more personal. Most of what she told me made her blush but somehow she either wanted to tell me, or needed to tell me. I soon learned Roy was her first and only love, and the only man she had ever slept with. I wasn't sure if I found that shocking or peculiar. I did find it interesting to say the least. She went on to say it had been well over a year since she and Roy had been intimate.

  For the first time during our conversation Sara became somewhat animated as she told me of her girlfriends' sex lives. She blushed continuously as she described their wild romps which included oral sex and various positions. One couple had even tried anal sex. Sara said when she and Roy did have sex it was quick with no foreplay.

  About an hour into our conversation Sara excused herself and headed off to the powder room. I didn't get a good look at her during our ill-fated meeting but I was getting a good look now. The dress she wore clung to her and accentuated her trim figure. It fell mid-thigh showing off a great pair of legs. She had fairly large breasts, and a very shapely ass. It seemed strange to me that a man could live in the same house with Sara and not want to fuck her brains out on a daily basis.

  When Sara returned from the powder room if was obvious she had touched up her hair and make-up. As we continued to talk I realized how striking Sara was. And much to my surprise I was beginning to get the feeling this was leading to more than just coffee. Sara was getting that I want to fuck you look on her face and it was definitely transmitting to me.

  The more Sara talked the more it became clear she was very inexperienced in the ways of sex. I was sure the list of things she hadn't experienced would easily out number the list of things she had tried. I did admire her though for being able to speak so candidly about her sex life.

  As our conversation began to stall I figured it was probably time for me to make plans to go back to my room and get ready for a night of pizza and television when Sara nonchalantly took my hand, looked me in the eye and said, "Ben, if I told you I wanted you to whisk me away and make wild passionate love to me for the rest of the afternoon what would you say?"

  Normally I would have done one of two things; looked around the room for cameras to see if I was being a set-up for one of those kooky reality shows, or get up and run like hell for the door. But the way she held my hand and the look in her eyes told me this was the real thing.

  Still holding Sara's hand and without saying a single word, I slowly stood up and gently pulled her toward the door. I could feel her trembling as we walked down the street. I had the feeling that this was the most risque thing she had ever done in her life. And to be honest with you it was right up there at the top of my list too. I had been propositioned by women before but never by an inexperienced sex starved young lady in a coffee shop in the middle of the day.

  As we headed down the street Sara walked close to me, her shoulder pressed against my side like school girls do when they walk with there steadys down high school hallways. And I have to tell you it was a big turn-on for me. Here shoulder length hair was blowing freely in the wind and the enticing scent of her perfume was drifting up and filling the air around me. I was beginning to feel like a high school jock all over again.

  As we neared the Hampton Inn I pointed to it and told her that was where I was staying. As we entered through the sliding glass doors I could sense her anxiety. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had jerked her hand free and bolted. But as we walked down the hallway to the elevators her grip became much stronger. I took it as a sign of determination. This was the day Sara Green was going to conquer the sexual urges that had been haunting her for so long.

  As we approached room 407 I began to fumble for the room key. My nerves were beginning to fail me and Sara must have sensed it. Still fumbling for the key she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me what may have been the most passionate kiss I've ever received. Her lips were warm and tender, her mouth was moist and her tongue swirled through my mouth as if it were a magic serpent. And while I really enjoyed the kiss it only made my search for the elusive plastic card that much more difficult.

  "If you ki
ss me like that again I can't be responsible for what happens right here in the hallway," I told her with a smile.

  A smile came across her blushing face as she slowly removed her hands for around my neck and stood silently like a small child waiting for further instructions.

  Perseverance finally paid off and I quickly opened the door.

  After entering the room Sara gave me another long hot, wet kiss and headed for the bathroom. I kicked off my shoes and stripped down to my boxers and hopped onto the bed. When Sara came out of the bathroom fully dressed I felt a bit embarrassed. Maybe I had read this all wrong. Hell, maybe she had changed her mind. But those thoughts soon faded as she unzipped her dress and wiggled out of it. The white silk panties she was wearing were French cut and sheer, and clung too her creating a slight camel toe. Her matching white bra seemed to struggle to hold her breasts in place. The rest of her body appeared flawless. Her stomach was flat and lean and she had long muscular legs. And when Sara finally removed her bra revealing those incredible breasts my cock began to stir. They were firm and stood way up high. Her areolas were dark and her nipples were erect begging for attention.

  With nothing on but her panties and a blushing smile Sara climbed onto the bed and eased her body next to mine. With our arms wrapped around each other we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. When she finally pulled free she rolled to her side and placed a hand on my chest and rested her head on my shoulder.