The Dirtiest Daddy's Taboo

by Alina Nicholson

  "I was cold, so I warmed up. I didn't mean to damage your car."

  "I guess I had the air on too high, huh?"

  "Well," she giggled, "Maybe just a little."

  They drove to Zack's apartment complex with the windows open.

  ***

  "What a nice home you have here," Mandy said as she walked about the living room.

  Zack was still trying to figure how he was going to explain the ruined car seat to the maintenance crew at the city garage. He mumbled "thanks" as he locked the door. Shelia had decorated the apartment and it was as she left it; Zack hadn't changed a thing. One of the few women he'd dated had called it a 'shrine'.

  Mandy was looking at the volumes in the bookcase when Zack said "If you'll excuse me for a few minutes, I need to shower."

  "Sure, no problem," she replied and continued looking.

  Throwing his sodden clothing into the wash hamper, he turned on the water and was soon luxuriating under the warm spray. The stall door opened abruptly and Mandy was standing there, her eyes softly glowing. She looked appraisingly at Zack's broad chest, narrow waist and muscled legs, then at the thick cock hanging between them.

  "Want some company?"

  Not waiting for an answer, she pulled the tunic over her head and joined him in the shower. Mandy had a classic figure, reproduced in thousands of sculptures throughout history. Her breasts were plump and rounded, topped by nipples large as a man's thumb and rosy pink. Her waist was thick; her hips ample, her legs long and shapely, buttocks round and firm, her skin like velvet and pleasantly warm.

  Mandy began running her fingers through Zack's thick chest hair, his stiffening cock twitching against her thigh. Neither had spoken, no words were needed. In one deft motion, she curled her left leg around his waist, gripped his shoulders and impaled herself on his pillar of flesh. Zack hugged Mandy, kissing her deeply as their hips moved in an easy rhythm. She leaned back on the wet tiles to brace herself, lifting her pussy to better engulf his throbbing cock as he thrust into her.

  The bathroom echoed to the slap of wet flesh, gasps and moans, little shrieks of delight and throaty growls. Zack felt Mandy's skin turn warmer, her lips hotter against his own, her pussy tightening on his cock in an ovening grip; yet he could no more stop fucking her than he could cease breathing.

  In a final flurry of thrusts, Zack could control himself no longer. He erupted inside Mandy with an anguished cry, his knees trembling. It was as if she had been waiting for him to come as she shrieked in orgasm, her body jerking in a spasm of release. Locked together, they slid to the floor and lay panting, water cascading over them.

  They lay entangled for several minutes, staring groggily at each other, overwhelmed by the intensity of their lovemaking.

  "Water's getting cold."

  "I'll fix it."

  The showerhead glowed and the water ran hot once more. Zack grinned and Mandy winked at him.

  "I guess we better dry off."

  "Okay."

  Zack shut off the water, opened the stall door and handed Mandy a towel. She shook her head, motioned for him to step out and became enveloped in a cloud of steam, then said, "All dry" as she fluffed her long hair with her fingers.

  ***

  "What would you like to eat?" Zack asked, rummaging in the refrigerator, "We can always order in."

  "Let me think," Mandy replied. "The last meal I had, I shared a roasted ox with some nice men in green uniforms..."

  "Sorry, fresh out of ox," Zack said as he closed the refrigerator door. "How about some barbecue?"

  "Barbecue? Oh yes, Caribbean style cooking. That sounds good. I'll have roast pig."

  "A pork platter? Sure, what do you want with it?"

  "The pig will be fine."

  "Wait. You want a whole pig?"

  "Why yes. You can remove the head, I don't care for that."

  "You can eat a whole pig by yourself?"

  "Of course, but I'll share with you."

  "I don't think a whole pig is on the menu, how about two jumbo pork plates?"

  "I guess that would be all right."

  Zack began phoning in the order when Mandy pressed herself against his back, nuzzled his neck and began playing with his cock. He could barely get the words out to complete the order, and then dropped the phone. He turned around and they began hugging and kissing, rubbing against each other. Mandy's skin was already growing warm with desire as he lifted her onto the kitchen table and entered her swiftly.

  Moaning in pleasure, she crossed her legs around his waist and raised her hips to his matching thrust for thrust. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she begged him to go faster and harder. Zack pounded into her with all his strength, her moist pussy walls tight and warm against his stiff cock.

  Mandy shrieked with pleasure as her orgasm racked her body, spraying Zack's cock and thighs with her creamy juices. He joined her cry with one of his own as he erupted deep within her, spurts of cum bursting from him. Still embraced, they slid to the cool tile floor and lay exhausted.

  "I knew you were a mighty lover the minute I saw you," Mandy purred.

  Zack could only groan in response. Then the doorbell rang.

  "Oh goodie, the food's here," Mandy said excitedly. Before Zack could move she sprang to her feet, ran to the door and pulled it open, crushing the knob and tearing the latch and deadbolt from the door frame. An astonished delivery boy stood there, his eyes wide.

  "Oh my, that smells good," Mandy said, smiling at the gaping young man. "Does everyone do that fish imitation around here?"

  She plucked the bags from his grasp and carried them to the kitchen table. Zack said, "Wait a minute, I'll get my wallet."

  "Oh...er...no problem," the boy replied. "Just stop by and pay us when you get a chance." He stared at Mandy's naked beauty once more and ran down the hall.

  She was already devouring her plates of food when Zack sat down. She swallowed and said "This is very good, can we order some more?"

  Zack nodded and grinned. She was an amazing...whatever she was.

  ***

  "Zack, this is the fourth fire in a space of six weeks. Headquarters is convinced we've a serial arsonist running loose." Captain Cartwright ran his hand through his thinning brown hair as he paced back and forth. "Every investigator in the department is looking for this person and we don't have a single lead. There's no trace of flammable liquids or materials, but three factories have burned to the ground... then, of course, there's your rat, which makes four. How the heck did you discover that animal started the fire anyway?"

  "I had some help..." Zack began, when a chorus of hoots and whistles erupted from outside the Captain's office.

  "What the devil is going on?" Cartwright muttered. He strode to the door in time to see Mandy strutting towards him, a crowd of firefighters following her like hounds after a fox. Zack looked over the Captain's shoulder, smiled and said, "That's my cousin, Cap'n. I asked her to meet me here for lunch." Cartwright didn't answer, just stared.

  Zack had shown Mandy the closet full of clothes his wife had left behind and told her to help herself to whatever she liked. One thing was sure; Shelia had never looked as sexy as Mandy did in her clothes.

  She had chosen the skimpiest of tops and shorts in bright red and yellow, sandals with high heels that emphasized her long shapely legs and round ass. She was not wearing a bra and her breasts bounced gently under the thin fabric. Mandy's reddish yellow hair floated down her back as she smiled and winked at the jostling crowd of men.

  As she came near she said, "Hi Zack. Who's your friend?" She patted the stunned Captain's cheek, "You're cute."

  Zack could barely keep from laughing as he said, "Captain, I'd like you to meet my Cousin Mandy from New Zealand. She's here for a visit. Mandy, this is my boss, Captain Cartwright."

  Mandy hugged the astonished man and kissed him. "Oh hello, it's nice to meet you."

  Cartwright's face turned bright red as the men made appreciative noises.

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nbsp; "Ah...ahem...a pleasure to meet you Miss..." He stammered.

  Zack eased past him saying, "I'll check on those factory sites after lunch, Cap'n."

  They drove away, leaving a fire station in turmoil.

  ***

  "I really liked those taco things," Mandy said. "There are so many interesting foods to try. What will we have for dinner?"

  "Dinner? You ate two dozen tacos and you want dinner?" Zack replied incredulously.

  "I have an extremely active metabolism," Mandy replied primly. "That's what that nice man in the laboratory told me."

  "Man? What man? When was this?"

  "Let me see now, I'm not sure, it's been so long...ummm...Louis...something. I forget. Anyway, I need a lot of food when I'm in this plane of existence. I'm thinking beef for dinner..."

  "There's the first warehouse that burned," Zack interrupted. "Let's check it out."

  ***

  "We're the third team to investigate this fire and we haven't found a trace of how it started," Zack said disgustedly.

  Mandy smiled at the word 'team', but said nothing.

  "Zack, look at this. What an odd burn mark."

  She knelt next to a scorched area on the concrete floor, roughly circular in shape.

  "I saw that before. What's odd about it?"

  "Whatever burned here was at a much lower temperature than the surrounding area. I'm sure this is where the fire started..."

  "Hello Zack," a voice boomed, "Are you looking this place over again?"

  They turned to see a heavy set, balding man lumbering toward them through the debris.

  "Keith Warner," Zack said in an undertone. "Chief Arson Investigator. Wonder what brought him here?"

  "I don't like him," Mandy replied, a frown on her face.

  "Cap'n Cartwright asked me to look things over, Keith. See if we missed anything."

  "We've been over this place with a microscope, Zack. There's nothing to be found here."

  Warner mopped his brow with a handkerchief, sweating profusely despite the mild temperature.

  "I don't think I've met the young lady."

  Mandy extended her hand politely, "Mandy Pearson, Zack's cousin, from New Zealand."

  She grimaced as Warner's sweaty palm met hers, but he was looking at her breasts and didn't notice.

  "A pleasure young lady," he wheezed. "Did you find anything new Zack?"

  "Nope, not a thing," he replied, winking at Mandy. "We were just leaving."

  "Showing your cousin how we do our jobs, huh?"

  "That's right, see you later Keith."

  They walked to the car and drove away, Warner watching them quizzically.

  "How the devil did he know we were re-investigating the factory fires," Zack muttered. "I just spoke to the Cap'n not two hours ago."

  "That burn mark on the floor reminded me of something, I wish I could remember what," Mandy said, brow furrowed in thought. "Are we going to look at the other fire sites?"

  "Darn right. I wonder if Keith will show up there too."

  "I don't like him," Mandy said. "His eyes are sneaky."

  ***

  "Three fires, two of those odd burn marks. I'll bet there was one at the furniture factory too, except the ceiling fell in and must have covered it."

  Mandy nodded. "I find it interesting that all the factories were manufacturing highly flammable products; plastics, furniture, canvas, very coincidental."

  Zack pushed the remnants of their fast food meal aside and opened his laptop.

  "Let's see if anyone else saw those marks."

  Mandy went to the counter for another hamburger. When she returned, Zack had finished scrolling through the reports.

  "No one else saw them, yet you spotted them right away, I wonder...Hey, here's something interesting. Guess who reported and then supervised the investigations of all three fires?"

  Mandy grinned, "Keith Warner."

  "You are one smart woman. That's some coincidence I'd say."

  She wrinkled her nose, "He smells funny."

  ***

  Zack dried himself from the shower, toweling his hair vigorously. He and Mandy continued to investigate the mysterious fires, but were no closer to determining how they started. Voices and music emanated from the living room, punctuated by Mandy's infectious laugh; she delighted in watching television. Game shows were her favorites, as she liked watching the contestant's antics.

  Zack grinned, climbed into bed and lay back against the headboard. He began to read the reports on the fire once again, but he soon dozed off. Mandy came running in the bedroom, skin a bright pink with excitement, and flung herself on the bed next to Zack.

  "Wake up lover," she cried happily. "I've solved the mystery."

  Zack jerked awake and looked at her sleepily.

  "What? Huh? You solved what mystery?"

  "The mystery of how the fires started, silly."

  "We've been over these reports until I can quote from them by heart. I didn't see..."

  "I saw something on the television. A quiz show called "Jeopardy." They were asking questions about candles. Then I knew how it was done."

  "Candles?"

  "Yes, candles. It's like this. You make a pile of easily ignited materials, like paper, cardboard or wood shavings; place the stub of a candle in the center, scatter books of matches in the pile to make the fire hotter, light the candle, make sure the wick's staying lit, then away you go."

  "It certainly sounds plausible..."

  "That's the way it happened; remember the circular burn marks? They were always near highly flammable materials. Look at the reports. They were never mentioned. Who wrote those reports?"

  "Keith Warner, of course, Mandy you're a genius!"

  He hugged her to him and they shared a soul kiss.

  "What shall I ask for as my reward?" she purred, stroking Zack's cock as it hardened under her touch. "I think this will do nicely."

  In one lithe motion, she turned, straddled Zack's head and engulfed his thick meat in her mouth. He gripped Mandy's round ass and pulled her wet pussy onto his wiggling tongue. They licked and sucked wildly for several ecstatic minutes, driving each other into a frenzy of lust.

  Mandy's lips left Zack's cock as she pulled away from his mouth, turned around and straddled his hips, rubbing his velvet cock head on her pussy lips. She lowered herself slowly onto his throbbing hardness, sighing as it entered her inch by inch until it was all the way in.

  They looked at one another for a moment, love shining in their eyes, knowing at that instant they belonged with and to each other, never to part.

  She leaned forward and their lips met in a burning kiss. Slowly their hips began to move, savoring each penetration as one became quicker than the last. Soon their bodies were as one in the dance of love, gasping and moaning as their passions climbed to greater heights.

  Zack sucked Mandy's thick nipples one by one into his mouth, lashing the rock hard flesh with his tongue as she moaned to him to fuck her harder, harder. The bed creaked and shook with the intensity of their lovemaking. He clutched her ass cheeks and pulled her harder onto his pounding cock. She responded by impaling herself as hard as she could, the sounds of their flesh slapping together mingling with their cries of ecstasy.

  Mandy's body shook as an orgasm suffused her body. She shrieked in release, drenching Zack's cock and thighs in a torrent of warm juices. He, in turn, cried out, jetting streams of cum deep in her soaking pussy. They continued fucking until Mandy climaxed again. Locked in an embrace, they exchanged soft kisses, basking in the afterglow.

  The bed gave a final creak and collapsed under them, dropping the box spring and mattress to the floor. Zack and Mandy laughed uproariously, continuing to snuggle until they drifted into sleep.

  ***

  "He'll be in that meeting for at least an hour," Zack said as he and Mandy walked down the line of parked cars at department headquarters. "Keep watch and I'll see what I can find in his...ah, there it is." He pulled on the wh
ite sedan's door handle, "Damn, it's locked."

  "You keep watch," Mandy said. She shimmered and disappeared.

  How does she do that?

  "Ew, what a mess," Mandy remarked, reappearing seated on the vehicles trunk. "He must live on fast food. Wrappers and cups all over the floor. I found something interesting though."

  Zack sat next to her, "And that would be...?"

  "A burlap sack of wood shavings, flattened cardboard cartons and a plastic bag full of candles and matchbooks hidden in the spare tire well; he's the arsonist. I wonder why he's setting these fires when he's supposed to be investigating them."

  "I remember how he acted in training, always trying to be the first with the answers, seeking the instructor's approval. He was a real eager beaver, working overtime, shining up to the brass, pushing until he became Chief Investigator. There have been cutbacks in the departmental budget this fiscal year; maybe he thinks his position will be eliminated unless there's some spectacular fires to investigate, keeping his profile high and looking indispensable."

  "What do we do now? Tell Captain Cartwright what we've found?"

  "I'm not sure we have sufficient evidence to accuse him of anything. He could explain away everything in his trunk, but I agree, we need to tell the Captain... Wait a minute, how are we going to explain finding those things in a locked car?"

  Mandy touched the trunk lock with her index finger, the tip turned bluish white and the lock snapped.

  "He must have forgotten to lock it, how careless of him."

  ***

  "It's not that I don't believe what you've told me," Captain Cartwright said with a sigh, "I'm just amazed that one of the most trusted men in the department is a serial arsonist and he's escaped detection all this time."

  "When you control what is seen by others it's easy," Zack replied. "He's supervised the investigations of all major fires for the last 8 months. If something odd would be discovered, he'd just 'forget' to put it in the report."

  "I have a good idea where he's planning to set a fire next," Mandy said.

  "What's your idea, sweet...I mean cousin."

  "Continental Chemicals just finished a multi-million dollar expansion to it's laboratories and distribution center on Old Town Road. It's now the largest factory in the city. That has to be a tempting target."