The Dirtiest Daddy's Taboo

by Alina Nicholson

  "Don't hold back any longer darling," Katie encouraged. "I'm ready for you to cum in me -- the cake's done, let's put the frosting on it!"

  After so much teasing and pleasing it was my turn to enter the land of Nirvana. I press my body hard into Katie as she arched her pelvis up to meet mine. Strong feelings of, delightful, wonderful, sweet, exquisite pleasure radiated out from my penis as I began emptying my sperm into Katie's waiting vessel. These waves of orgasmic pleasure were heightened as I listened with satisfaction to the sweet sound of Katie's passionate orgasmic cries and felt her delicious quivering pussy grip my ejaculating cock. Her legs now wrapped around my torso, our cheeks press against each other; we lay as she continued to milk my penis with her powerful vaginal contractions until my penis began to deflate.

  "Those are the best kind," I whispered, echoing her earlier words, "I doubt a man can get higher then when he is ejaculating into the pussy of a gorgeous woman like you while she orgasms around his penis." "Thank-you Katie for writing this cookbook and being willing to share your knowledge and body with me. I think both Angie and I have learned a lot and we owe you and Tom a debt of gratitude."

  "I'll be paid in full when Angie starts giving me glowing orgasm reports," Katie winked. "If not you might have to take this class over again!"

  I gazed at Angie and she looked visibly pleased. She had experienced three orgasms in one lovemaking session while I had just spent an hour experiencing things I had never experienced before. "That was a beautiful cake," Angie beamed, "Mom was right about this being a life changing book!"

  I held her warm naked body against me enjoying the feel of my cupid's arrow in her little sweet spot. Like thousands of other lovers all over the world, we finished making our own special cake, covered it with creamy white frosting and ate it too -- it was delicious!

  The End.

  Desperate

  We were on the edge of an economic collapse without a hint of relief. I don't expect you to feel sorry for us as just a few short months ago we were living the high life. First, I lost my job as the whole company went belly up. It was scary but Jeff said we would make if we just cut back and we did. We quit going out, I got rid of my Bmer and bought an old clunker. It was tight but we were still able to make most of our bills every month.

  Then, what do they say, the other shoe dropped. Jeff not only was fired he was arrested for embezzlement; he said he was just trying to increase our income but he was caught. Now we had only my unemployment for money and even worse, I had to scrape up five thousand dollars for his bail. I maxed all that was left on our credit cards, sold whatever I could and even pawned our wedding rings and I was still two thousand short. I had to get Jeff home but on top of that, we found out his attorney wanted sixty thousand dollars to defend him and wouldn't start the case until we paid him five thousand dollars.

  With all this hanging over us, you can imagine how much sleep I was getting. I'd sit up all night on line just trying to pass the night away. I was going through my spam, I mean e-mail, and saw one that said, 'Desperate for cash?' Well that was me all right, so I clicked on the link and all it said was to call after midnight but only if I was desperate. I called only to find an answer machine instructing me to leave a number, which I did.

  They never returned my call and I blew it off as typical spam. The next day the phone rang. I was sound asleep for like the first time in days and I just barely located my cell before it went to massage. I groggily said hello,

  "Is this the bitch that's looking for money?"

  "I beg your pardon, who is this I don't like..."

  "Listen bitch I don't like wasting my time, is you hard up for money or not?"

  I was wide awake now and realized it must be from that spam I answered,

  "Yes I'm the one who called I have to raise two thousand dollars and right away."

  "Two thou is a lot of cash, what would you do for that much?"

  Without even thinking, I said anything and when he chuckled over the phone I realized how desperate I sounded. He instructed me to meet him at a coffee shop across town.

  I sat in this seedy place alone for over an hour before a rough looking man showed up.

  "Let me just tell you the way it'll be. If you'll volunteer to be the entertainment for a little party this weekend I will pay you two thousand dollars."

  I asked what would be expected of me and he laughed as he told me I'd already said I'd do anything. He was right, what else could I do and maybe it'd be better if I didn't know up front. I asked him what time he needed me and he answered let's go. We got up and he held my arm, as we left, like a fool at first I thought he was being polite but then I understood he was making sure I didn't get away.

  He took me to a motel room down the street and once inside he informed me that the first time was his and ordered me on my knees as he told me this was my audition and if I didn't please him the deal was a no-go. I did as I was told and I waited while he stood in front of me not knowing what to do. He slapped my face and told me to get busy. I started to cry as I undid his belt and pants. He held his penis and tapped my chin with it so I opened my mouth to take him. This was an act I abhorred and I would never do my husband this way but as degrading as it felt I was determined to do what I needed to do. With just the tip of his thing in my mouth I looked up to him, with tears in my eyes and the evil smile on his face unnerved me.

  He grabbed my hair with both hands and then shoved his monster all the way in, even down my throat. I was gagging and trying to cough as he assaulted me. I could feel myself starting to wretch and just when I though it couldn't get any worse he ejaculated such a copious amount of semen I couldn't even swallow all of it and it ran out my mouth soiling my blouse and even my bra. I ran to the bathroom to vomit and when I came back, he was laughing at me.

  "Not bad for a rookie, OK you got the job I'll call you later to tell you where to go."

  He pulled up his pants and left me standing there feeling dirty and depraved.

  As I sat at home, waiting for his call frightened of what lie ahead for me and yet in some strange way I was also aroused in the fact that I had made him orgasm. I actually felt that I could handle anything I faced at the party and it wasn't until later that I realized just how naive I really was.

  The party was held at a big house up in the hills and normally I would be impressed by the size and location but now both the privacy and the size just scared me. I was at the mercy of people I didn't know and as I entered the front door, I realized that no matter what happened to me there would be nothing I could do about it. The first thing I notice was a woman of color, she was dancing on top of a coffee table dressed only in a pair of skimpy panties. Her bust was enormous and they bounced uncontrollably as she gyrated up and down. The man who hired me saw me looking at the dancer and told me not to worry that I was not here to dance. It's funny but I was actually relieved, as I couldn't imagine the embarrassment of trying to do as she did.

  He took me to a bedroom where there was just a mattress in the center of the room and three guys standing around in their underwear, he announced,

  "OK boys here she is but she's new to all this so you'll have to tell her what to do."

  And with that, he left, one of them told me to take off my clothes. As I disrobed to their leers, I remember thinking, 'Jeff I hope you appreciate what I going through for you.' I just couldn't imagine how dirty it would be to have these men watching me have sex for at the time I had no idea that a woman was capable of having sex with three men at once. They all took off their shorts and one got on the bed and lay on his back. Now I understand I have not observed many but this man possessed the largest penis I had ever seen. It was not until I was instructed to sit on him and that he slipped right inside me did I realize how wet and excited I was. Here I was experiencing someone other than my husband and yet you couldn't call it cheating as I was being forced to do as they pleased. In fact not only was I not cheating I was in fact saving my Jeff. Just as I was beginning
to enjoy my predicament, one of the men came to the head of the bed. At least I knew what he wanted and bent forward to take him in my mouth. As I did, the man I was sitting on began to kiss my breasts, which is one of my strongest erogenous zones. This actually made the mouthing of the other mans penis almost enjoyable. I rubbed my hands up and down his shaft as I kissed just the tip. I then put him deep in my mouth as I massaged his testicles and could actually feel his issue building up and so, I was ready for his release.

  I suddenly felt something wet pouring on my rear end and pulling from the man's member, I turned to see what it was. The third man was pouring some kind of oil or lubricant on my butt. The second man tired of waiting I guess grabbed my head and turned me back to him. It was more shock than pain as the third man violated my rectum with his finger and I screamed out causing all three to laugh at me. The third man told me I'd better relax as he had something much bigger going up my butt. I felt like I was being ripped open as he pushed inside me. Once inside the pain subsided a little and it was replaced with a feeling of fullness that was not only disturbing but also very erotic. It was only then that I remembered that I had a man in my vagina as well and when they both started to move in unison, I had a tremendous orgasm more tumultuous than any I'd ever experienced.

  When the man in my mouth started to climax, he pulled out and shot his stuff in my face. In an act of defiance that even surprised me, I looked him in the eye as I wiped his spunk off and then licked it off my fingers. The man in my rear came next and the feeling of his issue deep inside my rectal canal felt warm and almost gooey and such a different feeling that I orgasmed with him. That left only the man with the large penis still inside me so I concentrated on him. I looked him in the eyes and began to talk like the dirty slut I'd become,

  "You've got the biggest cock I ever seen and now you're deep inside me; I want to feel your jizz spilling inside my cunt."

  My talk even surprised me and even more of a surprise was I came with him as I could feel him erupt inside me. It was the first time I had ever orgasmed from vaginal contact alone.

  I did more men, a lot more men but the rest were only one at a time. I soon found out if I could do them with my mouth, it was easier on me and faster too. I also found it so much easier to swallow their spunk than to clean it up, so every chance I got I used my mouth. I found the taste really wasn't so bad and couldn't help but think how lucky Jeff was going to be when I did him.

  Although I spent the whole time frightened half out of my wits, I did survive it, and In the end, I got my two thousand dollars. I bailed my husband out but didn't tell him how I got the money. He got his first blowjob from me and I just told him it was because I was so happy to get him, home. Lately I've been thinking about the money for Jeff's attorney; I wonder what I'd have to do to earn five thousand dollars.

  The End.

  Jake's Videos

  Jake had just gotten home from work late Friday afternoon. He would only have a few hours before it was time to go out and play with his band at Neon's. Michael, the drummer, also booked the band and had been trying to get them into Neon's for a long time. Since it was such a popular nightspot, all the local bands were trying to get in. Despite the competition, Michael had managed to land them a gig. Jake was excited.

  He was getting into his regular routine of eating and cleaning up before leaving for the show, when the phone rang. Anticipating another band member calling about some last minute detail, he was surprised when a sultry voice on the other end of the line said,

  "Hello, Jake. This is your Mistress Raven. I know that your band is playing this weekend, but I wanted to see you on Saturday so you could earn one of your videos back."

  It had been several weeks ago when he had been tricked into returning to Raven's condo for what turned out to be an all day session of forced housework and brutal punishment. At the end of the day it turned out that she had confiscated some homemade porn videos that Jake had made with some previous girlfriends. Raven told him that she would let him earn the videos back, one at a time, by performing more services for her. Jake knew Raven would call him eventually, and he had thought about it quite a bit over the last few weeks.

  There were a total of five tapes, which he had made with girlfriends over the years, and also one made with Tammy, one of the band's groupies. Although Jake was confident of his performance and good looks on the tapes, he didn't like them being in someone else's hands. Just knowing that Raven considered him to be a worthless male slut, he was certain that she had watched all of the videos and scoffed at his sexual performance. Though Jake wouldn't admit it to anyone, the tapes also had some sentimental value to him, like trophies, and he wanted them back. He knew that in order to get the tapes back he would have to spend a total of several days being dominated by Raven. Although he did not look forward to being punished by her, he did find it extremely arousing to be under her complete control. In a strange paradox, this was the dreaded phone call he had been longing for.

  "I have to play on Saturday night, but I can come over during the day," Jake answered.

  Raven quickly instructed him to come over to her house tomorrow at eight o' clock in the morning. Rather early, considering he wouldn't get home until after three in the morning, but he was in no position to complain. It was Raven's orders. Before she hung up, Raven asked,

  "Do you have a little black book of all your lady friends' phone numbers?"

  When Jake said yes, she simply ordered him to bring it tomorrow and hung up.

  The alarm clock on Jake's night stand rudely awakened him the next morning. The gig had gone extremely well. He had the opportunity to take several ladies home last night, but had brushed them off knowing that if he was up too late he wouldn't be able to make it to Raven's early in the morning. Although last night the ladies had been tempting, he knew that to be late to Raven's or to cancel would have resulted in a terrible whipping or maybe even worse.

  Jake rang Raven's doorbell at exactly eight o' clock. When she opened the door, she was wearing a form fitting black leather dress and her knee high spike heeled boots. In one hand was her dreaded riding crop.

  "Hello, Mistress Raven," Jake said humbly.

  "Well, I see we're getting off to a good start this morning," Raven said and closed the door behind him. "Did you bring your little black book?"

  When Jake pulled the small book from the back pocket of his jeans, it was quickly snatched out of his hand. She wasted no time and ordered him to take off his clothes right there in the foyer, and march down to the basement or playroom as she always called it.

  Raven sat on one of the tall bar stools and ordered Jake to kneel in front of her, the pointed toes of her boots just inches from his face.

  "I'm sure you remember the last time you were here," it was a statement, not a question. "What I have in mind is basically the same thing as last time. You can start down here with the laundry, and continue with the housework until around noon when you will fix my lunch." She ran over a list off all the domestic chores she expected him to complete by early afternoon, reminding him that he would be punished if he did not complete them all, or if he did a sloppy job. At that time she would give him one of his videotapes and he could go home.

  "I have some work to do in my office today and I don't expect to be bothered by you unless you have a question about you chores. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Mistress Raven," Jake replied.

  "Do you remember what it's like to be punished by me, slave?" Raven asked mockingly. Although Jake assured her that he did, Raven said that she would remind him what it was like as an extra incentive to do good work. With that, she planted one of her spike heeled boots on his chest and pushed him backwards, ordering him to lie on his back on the floor. She walked behind the bar for a moment and returned holding a smaller version of her riding crop.

  Jake instinctively crossed his hands over his genitals and drew up his knees, begging and pleading.

  "You're pathetic," Raven scolded. "
Now lay spread eagle on the floor! If I have to tie you up I'll make you suffer even more!"

  Tears welled up in Jake's eyes as he laid his hands at his sides. Raven knelt beside her obedient slave. Grabbing his cock firmly in one hand, she expertly struck him on the balls with the small crop, or ball slapper as she called it. Jake flinched violently with every slap, but he was able to stifle his sobs of pain.

  Raven could have easily hurt Jake worse than she did, and she might have even enjoyed it, but her salve had work to do and this punishment was intended to be more psychological than painful. Jake was able to stand up easily when it was over, to his surprise.

  "Before you get started, there is something I have to do since you've shown in the past that you can't be trusted." With that comment, she pulled out the familiar chastity belt that he had worn the last time. Raven didn't waste time waiting for Jake to put it on, but roughly strapped and locked it into place in a matter of seconds. Then she handed him the spiked leather slave collar, which she ordered him to wear.

  "Now get to work," she ordered. Turning on a spike heel, she walked away and clicked menacingly up the stairs.

  It took Jake several minutes to regain his composure. He wiped his eyes and adjusted his cock and aching balls, which had been callously stuffed inside the leather pouch of the chastity belt. As Raven had told him on his last visit, the device wouldn't prevent him from masturbating, but he would be unable to clean up the mess inside so he would eventually be caught when it was removed.

  Jake opened the louvered doors across the room, exposing the washing machine and dryer. As he had expected, there were several baskets of dirty clothes stacked on the machines. Knowing that he was Raven's helpless prisoner for the day, he set about the familiar routine of sorting laundry on the pool table. His mind was set on doing a good job with the housework and getting one of his videotapes back.