The Dirtiest Daddy's Taboo

by Alina Nicholson

  What do you have that tastes wonderful?" I asked the fat, friendly bartender.

  I remembered him from a few years ago. Glad he and the bar were still here.

  "What do you have that tastes like dessert?"

  Before he could answer me I felt you come up behind me with the barest swish of that long, black coat -- felt it like a shiver all the way up my spine. You said something to the bartender in French that made his eyes widen -- clearly the name of some exotic drink -- but he turned from us to prepare it, shaking his head just the slightest bit. I looked up.

  "Trust me, cher," and you smiled down at me with a look so warm and enveloping that I actually swayed, and had to catch a hold of the bar to keep from falling.

  That was when your arm came around me and the desire hit me so powerfully that I needed to lean on you to remain upright. What was this? I was almost frightened. This feeling wasn't normal at all, something in the back of my mind yelled in a panic. But when the drink came I took it with a fairly steady hand. Red. It was a deep and vivid red. Like rubies. Cinammon? Rasberries? Pomegranate? I couldn't tell, but it was wonderful. Heady and sharp and refreshing. I loved it. Half the contents of the goblet (why had it come in a goblet? I wondered briefly, and then forgot) were gone when I looked down, and all my fear had gone with them.

  Your arm was still around my waist and I could feel your fingers through my thin shirt. The bartender gave me a look. I had no idea what the hell it meant. I was perched on the stool, balanced with one leg on the floor, while you stood beside me, stroking my side very slightly, encouraging me to lean against you. It didn't take much encouragement. I was just dazzled, breathless. When I realized that it was your erection I felt against my thigh it was all I could do not to moan with longing.

  Jesus. What the hell was wrong with me?

  I picked up the goblet, a good deal less steadily than the first time, and finished it off in one swallow. Your hand was now beneath my shirt at my waist, chilling my bare skin, giving me goosebumps, setting my cunt on fire. I slipped down off the stool, purposely sliding down in such a way as to rub my thigh and then my hip along that magnificent erection. I knew I was lost. I imagined that you knew it too.

  I didn't have to say anything at all. And if someone paid for my drink I never noticed. You smiled again and we left that bar in a way that I imagine made it absolutedly unmistakeable what we were going to do.

  Your hand had slipped down from my waist to the cheek of my ass, cupping it through the short skirt, almost as a public gesture of possession -- letting everyone know that you were going to be fucking me soon. I could feel myself getting wet when you pushed me up against the wall and ran your hand up over my breast, your thigh between my legs, your mouth swallowing the moan of desire that was forced from between my lips.

  Were you going to fuck me here? I think I might have done anything then, such was my state of need. But your arm was back around me again (your hand beneath the waistline of my skirt and leggings, your finger resting against the crack of my ass in a way that was driving me wild) and propelled me into to foyer, down a dimly lit hallway, and then up a set of ancient polished stairs. The noises from outside hushed. There was a strong scent of cinammon and cloves (from popourri? I couldn't tell), a carpeted hallway, and then we were in a room from another century.

  I only had a chance to notice that there were candles, lighted candles, that the high bed had a canopy with heavy red damask hangings. Before I could see anything else, you'd pushed me face down over the side of the bed and yanked my skirt and leggings to my knees. I arched my back, willing you to like what you saw. Willing you to fuck me. I wiggled a little, impatient. I was so wet, so aroused that your cock pentrated in a single thrust that lifted me off my feet and drove my face into the bed. You were impossibly hard, impossibly big. It felt as if you'd go right through me.

  I yowled and pushed myself back onto you, begging for more, begging for you to impale me, straining up on my toes and screaming as you growled, pumped me so full of come that it sprayed out over my legs and my clothes and half the bed.

  Your cock still inside me, my leggings and skirt still around my ankles, I yanked my shirt over my head and looked over my shoulder. Your eyes gleamed. They didn't look entirely human. I felt your cock thicken, harden, lengthen, filling me up again. Your finger traced the tattoo on my lower back and moved back down to the crack of my ass. My muscles contracted reflexively and you smiled.

  "You like that, cher?"

  I squirmed. You leaned down and helped me step out of the rest of my clothes, keeping your cock, now so big and hard it felt like something resembling a baseball bat, exactly where it was. And jamming your thumb up my ass as you spun me around 180 degrees and I found myself impaled on your cock and sitting on your lap in one of the armless french chairs, my feet dangling in the air to either side of you, my cunt so full of cock that I thought I'd burst. You sank your thumb deeper.

  "Tell me what you like, cher," you whispered against the side of my neck, just before you bit me.

  The End.

  Beth's Affair

  "Please, let me cum, don't stop."

  My words came breathily as my body ground against her. Her tongue was giving me pleasures that I didn't know I could experience. Okay, maybe I had an idea that I could experience them, but nobody had ever done what she was doing to me now. I reached down and held her face tight against my pussy as I reached orgasm. My breasts swelled with passion and my creamy juices were sucked into her awaiting mouth. Wave after wave rocked my body; her tongue lapping up the liquid that dripped from inside me. My head fell backwards when her hands reached for my small breasts and thumbed my tight, pink nipples. Thrusting my hips forward I was able to press her tongue deeper still, feeling it curl and twist between the slick petals.

  I gasped one last, long sigh of release when she licked her way up my tummy, her tongue and lips finding my left nipple and gently sucking me until I calmed back down from my erotic high. I didn't have the strength to stand so I just rolled away from her body and collapsed beside her on the sofa. We leaned our faces close as our lips kissed long and deeply, the sweet taste of my honey filling my senses.

  "I told you." I heard a voice from the other side of the room. He had been watching the whole time. His erection looked huge in his fist as he sat there naked, smiling at the two of us. "I told you her pussy was the best." We ended our kiss and watched him stroke his cock.

  Phillip and I met when I went to work for him after the spring semester started my sophomore year at college. He and his wife worked for the university and needed someone to take care of their daughter whenever they had evening classes. This was an ideal situation for me because it allowed me to get out of my noisy apartment to study, and it helped pay for my partying. Phillip was 28 years old with thick black curls and piercing blue eyes. His wife, Kristine, was 27, had long red hair with blue eyes. They were like a couple of models... perfect smiles and bodies.

  The first few weeks Phillip would drive me to their house in the afternoon and I would stay until around 9:00, when one of them would take me back to my apartment. From the very first they allowed me total access to their entire home. TV, phone, internet... anything I wanted was mine to use. I loved their house and their little girl was a joy to be around. I would read her books to her and fix her dinner before I would start my homework. Then one afternoon Phillip and Kris asked if I could stay later since they had a dinner to attend and wouldn't be home until after 11:00.

  Once I was done with my homework I started looking for a movie to watch. There wasn't anything on TV I hadn't seen before, so I started browsing through the collection they had in the entertainment center. Among all the regular tapes and DVDs I found a set without labels. I chose one DVD and slid it into the player and waited to see what was on it. When the video began I saw Kris sitting on the bed and undressing. At first I could only hear Phillip's voice from behind the camera, but then after he adjusted it on a tripod he walked into view
COMPLETELY NAKED! Omygosh! They had made a home porn movie! My mouth dropped when I saw his body and hard cock. He was truly gorgeous. Then Kris undressed and I saw how beautiful her body was, too. I thought about stopping, that it wasn't right to watch them. But I was curious to see what they were going to do and it was making me horny thinking about seeing them fuck.

  Once Kris was nude, Phillip stood beside her and she took his erection in her fingers and lifted it to her lips. She slowly licked it all over and then slipped her lips over the head and began to give him a blowjob. I licked my own lips thinking about how it would feel, how it tasted. Kris continued licking and sucking until Phillip began rocking his hips back and forth, pushing his cock into her mouth then pulling it back to her lips.

  I reached down with my right hand and cupped my left breast, feeling it's warmth within the thin, lacy material of my bra. The nipple was erect and tight when my fingers touched it. Pulling the breast from the soft cup I licked my fingers and started to twist my nipple, making it harder and longer... and making my pussy warm and moist.

  The more I watched what was happening on the TV, the hornier I became. I wished I could lean my face forward enough to suck my nipples, but my breasts are too small for that. Instead I reached into the waistband of my jeans and slipped my fingers over my panties, pressing the dampness along the slit of my pussy. By this time, Phillip's whole body was rocking as he approached orgasm. He held Kris's head and stroked her long, red hair as her mouth slid back and forth along his long cock. I let one finger slide into my pussy and hooked it upward, feeling my wetness.

  "Kris, baby... I'm about to cum." Phillip's voice broke the soft moans coming from the speakers. I continued to finger myself; watching, knowing that soon Kris would receive his full load into her mouth. Kris moaned loudly, acknowledging Phillip's request. With one last thrust of his hips, Phillip began to cum. "Yes, yes, baby... suck it all.... ohmygod, yes!" Kris's lips and mouth were moving, sucking with each spurt between her lips. And it was just then that my own huge orgasm gripped my body. I was frantically fingering my pussy, trying to imagine what Kris was experiencing, what it must feel like to let a cock shoot into your mouth, how his cum tasted. My hips lifted upward. My pussy gripped onto my finger and coated it with warm, creamy cum. Phillip slipped his cock from Kris's lips, it dropping heavily between his thighs. Kris moaned and swallowed one last time, drinking the last of his semen down her throat. She sexily slid a finger across her lips, "Thank-you, baby. That was delicious. If the video comes out alright we should add it to the rest of our collection." I slowly slipped my fingers from my jeans and brought them to my lips, savoring the scent before I sucked them into my mouth and tasted my own juices.

  The End.

  Where There's Smoke...

  Threading his way through the charred ruins, Zack stumbled over a body.

  What the...? I thought everyone was rescued...

  He jumped back as the body sat up, sneezed and opened it's eyes. He found himself gazing into red and pink orbs that seemed to glow from within. The soot begrimed face was that of a woman, who grinned at him showing perfect white teeth.

  "You sure know how to awaken someone," she purred in mock irritation, giving Zack an exaggerated wink. "Are you a man or a fish?"

  Zack shut his gaping mouth.

  "How did you...uh...ahh..." he sputtered as the woman stood up in one lithe movement, soot and ashes falling from her body. She appeared to be young with a shapely figure, hair a reddish-yellow waterfall over her shoulders and clad in a tunic the color of drifting smoke.

  "Oh my, a conversationalist too," she quipped. He would have sworn her voice sounded like crackling flames. "I stopped by to take a nap. I didn't expect company. I'm sorry the place is such a mess."

  "Who are you? How did you survive the fire? We couldn't get near enough to fight it effectively. The paint and solvents burned at over 800 degrees. The foam could barely..."

  He stopped suddenly, realizing he was babbling while she looked at him; her head cocked to one side and an amused grin on her face.

  "Would you like to see how it started?" she asked playfully.

  "Uh...yeah...sure."

  "Follow me. No, wait a moment..."

  A smoldering roof truss groaned and came crashing down before them in a blizzard of sparks. Zack flipped his facemask down as cinders peppered him. The woman stood calmly in the swirling cloud, unscathed.

  "Now, it's right over here," she continued, stepping easily over the debris. Zack glanced down. Her feet were bare! Yet she walked through the glowing embers as easily as a cool green lawn. He shook his head and followed her, boots crunching, feeling heat through the thick soles.

  "Here we are," she said, stopping before a wall of electrical panels. With a screech of torn metal, she effortlessly lifted one and pointed to a small skeleton.

  "It was a rat gathering wires to make a nest. Completed a circuit, shorted the panel out and the whole place went up. I felt it from where I was and decided it was time for a nap. I love sleeping in a roaring fire, don't you?"

  Zack lifted his facemask, stared at the skeleton, then at the woman, then at the jagged panel.

  She pulled that panel apart as if she was turning the page of a book. What is she anyway?

  The woman smiled at him again.

  "I like you. You're cute. You needn't be afraid of me," she glanced at his name stripe, "Zack Pearson."

  He felt sweat rolling down his spine.

  "Who are you? What are you? I never..."

  "My name is Mandy. I'm a Fire Elemental."

  "A fire what?"

  "A Fire Elemental, remember the four elements Earth, Air, Fire and Water? I'm Fire, but I'm different from the other Elementals. I'm half human. My mother is a Sorceress, my father a Vulcanus...they fell in love and here I am."

  "I do not believe this," Zack muttered. "I must have hit my head or something. I'm dreaming."

  Mandy reached out and pinched Zack's nose. He cried out in pain. The touch of her fingers was like burning coals.

  She pinched him again, and the pain was gone. He gingerly touched his nose it was unharmed.

  "Okay, you're an Elemental...you play with...I mean you're fire. What are you doing here, besides taking a nap?"

  "I played one too many pranks on the Lava Imps. They hate water balloons. The Supreme One banished me to this plane of existence until I learn to behave myself. I get my sense of humor from my mother, she's always doing mischief. Father shrugs and tends to his volcanoes."

  Zack sighed; this was too much to comprehend. She wasn't lying, that was certain.

  "Now that you've done my job for me, I guess I'll be going. Can I drive you somewhere Miss...um...Mandy?"

  "You're cute. I like you a lot. Can I go home with you?"

  Zack hesitated, he spent little time in his apartment, usually taking his meals and sleeping at the firehouse. When his wife Sheila had left him five years ago to 'find herself', he continued the lease hoping she would return, but knowing deep down she would not.

  In spite of his desire to be alone with his memories, there was something about this...this elemental...that intrigued him. She was happy and smiling, two things he seldom was or did. Why not, she's beautiful...and she likes me.

  "Sure. C'mon, I have to stop by the station for a minute then we'll go to my apartment."

  She flashed him a dazzling smile and her eyes glowed.

  "Oh goodie, do I get to ride in one of those automobile things?"

  "Haven't you ever ridden in a car before?"

  "No. The last time I was here, there were wagons and oxcarts."

  "Huh? Just how old are you," he blurted, forgetting his manners.

  She frowned.

  "I'm not sure. Mother was a Grecian sorcerer when she conjured Father by mistake...I was born not too long afterward...I guess about a 1,000 human years or so. Time means nothing when you're in the Supreme One's Realm."

  "A thousand years? That's impossible."

 
"Hee...Hee...you're doing that fish face again. Nothing is impossible in the Realm."

  Zack sighed. This was all too much. A 1,000-year-old woman who could sleep in a roaring fire seemed impossible, but whatever she was, he couldn't just leave her here.

  "Wait a minute while I take some photos, then we'll go."

  While he was photographing where the fire started, Mandy amused herself by examining Zack's red sedan, the words 'Arson Investigation Division' emblazoned in gold leaf on the doors. She looked curiously at the vehicles hood, then shimmered and disappeared.

  Zack came walking up to the car wondering where she had gone when she reappeared, wiping a smear of grease from her cheek.

  "I was curious about what made this thing go. It's a series of rapid, constrained detonations. My father would be interested in this, being into explosions and all."

  Zach shook his head. This is not happening.

  "You went inside the motor?"

  "I didn't touch anything, just looked around. Pretty dirty in there I'll have you know."

  Zack pressed the lock fob and opened the door so Mandy could enter. She tripped delicately to the opening, peered inside and gracefully sat down. The hem of her tunic rode up revealing shapely thighs; Zack couldn't help but stare. She saw him and winked.

  He hurriedly closed the door and walked back to the car's trunk, removing his helmet, fireproof suit and boots. His t-shirt and jeans were soaked with sweat, sticking to him like a second skin. Sliding behind the wheel, Zack started the engine and turned the air conditioning on full blast.

  Mandy stared at the air conditioning vents, and then settled back in her seat, looking out the window. Putting the car in gear, Zack drove to Fire Station Number Seven where he parked, told Mandy he'd be a few minutes and left the car running.

  When he returned, the car's interior smelled of scorched plastic. Mandy was sitting innocently in her seat. The acrid fumes made him cough.

  "Mandy, what did you do?"

  She lifted in her seat showing him the melted cushion, her tunic unmarked.