TABOO MEGA BUNDLE: Wet & Ready (40 Hot Short Stories, First Time, Menage and More!)

by Olivia R. Gasm

  “This is how wet you make me,” I wrote and hit send. “I can’t wait for you to come home and fuck me hard.”

  “Save yourself for Daddy. I’ll be there to take care of you soon.”

  “I have to go now. I hope you enjoyed the pictures…”

  “I sure did, whore. Now go get rid of your friend so I can fuck you immediately when I get home.”

  Groaning, I pulled my panties and jeans back up and stuck my phone into my pocket. Before leaving the bathroom, I flushed the toilet and washed my hands so it wouldn’t seem so suspicious to Emily.

  When I got back to my mom’s and Vincent’s bedroom, I found Emily sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed. The nightstand drawer was closed, and it seemed like everything was back in place. “Finally you’re back,” She said and rolled her eyes while she jumped off the bed. “I thought you fell in and drowned in the toilet or something?”

  “Oh, did you miss me that much?” I grinned at her.

  “Please. I wouldn’t even notice if you went missing for a month,” She said and grinned back. “But yeah, I was actually waiting for you because I got to go.”

  “Oh, you do?” I said and felt my face shine up. If she was leaving on her own, at least I wouldn’t have to kick her out and make her feel bad. “I mean… oh, you do?” I repeated in a sad tone and frowned.

  “Yeah, it’s already past eight,” She said and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “Time flies, I guess. Besides, I think I heard your parent’s car in the driveway. They probably don’t want me around when they’re unpacking and stuff.”

  “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind,” I said and shrugged. “You’re like family!”

  “Well, in that case…” Emily said and threw her arms around me. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sis.”

  * * *

  When Vincent and my mother finally came home, I was sitting on the bed in my room and playing with my phone.

  “Claire?” Vincent called out from downstairs, followed by footsteps. “I need to speak to you in my study. Now, please.”

  “Of course, daddy!” I called back and threw my phone on the bed before calmly walking down the stairs. I didn’t want my mother to see how excited I was, after all, but it didn’t matter because she was nowhere to be seen. Probably in the kitchen making herself a midnight snack, I thought.

  I went down the hallway and saw the door to Vincent’s study cracked open. My heart was pounding in my chest, thinking about what Vincent had on his mind. I wonder if he’d dare to fuck me while mom is home? I wondered. Or is that too risky, even by his standards?

  I peeked in through the open door and saw Vincent standing by the window, swishing a glass of bourbon around in his hand. When he heard me, he turned his head and smiled. “Ah, Claire…” He said. “Come on in… and make sure you close the door behind you.”

  I stepped in and closed the door, which unfortunately had no lock. “What did you want to talk to me about… daddy?” I asked and smiled coyly.

  Vincent set his cup down on the table and walked up to me, letting his hand reach around my head and grip a handful of my hair. He tugged at it gently, causing me to let out a soft moan. “You’ve been a very bad, girl,” He breathed into my ear. “Getting horny and touching yourself without my permission… tsk, tsk, tsk.” He smacked his lips. “Do you know what happens to whores when they don’t behave?”

  “W-what happens?” I asked, my bottom lip shivering. Vincent always made me feel so vulnerable and powerless.

  “They get punished,” Vincent said and pulled my hair into a tighter grip. “But sadly…” His breath felt warm against my skin, like my throat was being licked by a fiery dragon. He smelled fresh and minty too, like he’d chewed on gum in the last hour.

  “…I can’t spank you. It’s too loud and your mother might hear it and get suspicious... Hmm, what to do?”

  He let go of my hair and took a step backwards, letting his eyes fall on the sturdy wooden desk next to him. “What… to… do?” He repeated before turning his head back and staring at me. Suddenly, his lips curled into a smile.

  “Take off your clothes,” He said.

  “Here?” I asked and looked around anxiously. “Are you sure? What if mom--“

  “Don’t make me ask twice, little whore,” Vincent said. His eyes shrunk into tiny slits, making me wonder what would happen if I did. I don’t think I want to find out just yet! I thought and started unbuttoning the buttons on my blouse. Besides, I hated saying no to my daddy.

  “What are you going to do to me, daddy?” I asked and let my shirt fall on the floor, revealing my supple breasts being held back by my small, white bra. Vincent glanced down, letting his eyes rest on the two peaks pointing out through the fabric. Is it cold in here? I thought to myself.

  “It’s not as much what I’m going to do to you, rather than what you’re going to do for me.” Vincent explained.

  “What do you want me to do?” I asked and started wiggling out of my jeans. They were tight and hard to pull off, and I could feel my breasts bouncing with each movement of my wide hips.

  “You’re going to be a very good little whore,” Vincent said plainly. “Now stop asking questions or I’ll have to think of something more… painful.”

  Gulp! I swallowed nervously. “I’m sorry for being nosy,” I said and stepped out of my jeans, kicking them aside. I was left wearing only my bra and a pair of blue lace panties that hugged my hips tightly. “Do you want me to undress more?”

  “No need,” Vincent said with a smile. “I’ll do it for you.”

  He walked up to me and let his hands land on my hips, stroking them softly and methodically. He hooked his fingers around the seam and pulled them down slowly, revealing my soaking wet, swollen pussy. “Always such a horny little whore,” He mumbled into my ear.

  His hand reached in between my legs and rubbed my outer lips, pulling and tugging at them until I groaned. He let one of his fingers penetrate my wet fold and spread them apart, curiously exploring my horny slit. My body was shivering and my pussy was throbbing, aching for his touch. Just as I thought he was going to start touching me more, Vincent suddenly let his hand slip back to his side and continue undressing me.

  “Ugh…” I moaned disappointedly.

  “What’s that?” Vincent smirked. “My little whore wanted to be touched more?”

  “Mm-hm,” I nodded with a frown.

  “If you were a good girl, I would have,” Vincent said and sighed. “But you’re not.”

  He slipped my panties off the rest of the way and reached his hands around my torso to unhook my bra. It came loose and he pulled the straps down my shoulders, letting the bra fall to the floor amongst the rest of my clothing. I felt bare and vulnerable in front of him, with my pink, rosy body aching for his touch and barely getting any. My nipples were stiff and hard on top of my heaving chest, which Vincent quickly let his hand brush over before taking a step backwards.

  “Now we’re getting somewhere,” He said and nodded approvingly. “Maybe it’s not too late to turn you into a good little whore tonight.”

  “It’s not too late,” I said quickly. “I can still be good!”

  “We’ll see about that,” Vincent said and started picking the folders and pen holder off his desk. He set them down on the chair before motioning towards the table. “Lay down on your stomach,” He commanded.

  “Okay,” I said and nervously climbed onto the table.

  It felt cold and hard against my skin, exactly the opposite of Vincent’s hands that were currently spreading my legs. He pulled them apart so wide that my knees were aligned with the table. My pussy rested right on the edge of the wooden slab, with my legs pointing out and dangling in the air. I wish I was allowed to ask what he’s doing to me, I thought and swallowed nervously. I felt oddly exposed with my legs spread and my dripping wet pussy on display for the whole world to see, even though I knew that Vincent and I were the only people in there.

  I heard V
incent pull open a drawer and take something out, and a moment later I felt something wrap around my knee. I peeked over my shoulder to see Vincent wrapping a lengthy, thick cord around my leg and fastening it to the table. When he was done, he moved around and fastened my other leg as well, effectively pinning my lower body down onto the table with my legs wide apart.

  “Is that too tight?” Vincent asked and stroked my leg softly. “I can loosen it a little bit if that’s the case.”

  “N-no,” I whispered softly. “I’m okay.”

  Vincent didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed my wrists and bent my arms so that my hands were behind my back. Then he grabbed another cord and wrapped it around my wrists, tying them together on my back. I tried to wiggle around a little bit, but I was completely tied down. I was at Vincent’s mercy. Is that my punishment? I wondered. Having my freedom taken away?

  Vincent’s hand landed on my thigh and started to stroke it softly. It felt warm and soft, and not at all like a punishment. In fact, I was enjoying it. His hand moved up and down slowly, gradually moving closer towards my pussy. Mmm, I thought and moaned softly. Move it closer…

  His fingertip brushed against my pussy lips, causing my body to shudder. I pushed my body closer to his hand, feeling my pussy ache for his touch. To be spread wide open like last time, and fucked fast and hard. But instead, he moved his hand back down and continued stroking my leg. A quiet, disappointed groan escaped my throat.

  “Please…” I begged and squirmed around on the table. “Why do you have to tease me so much?”

  “You know why,” Vincent answered. “Also, I thought I told you to stop asking questions. You just couldn’t listen, could you?”

  “I’m sorr--“ I started saying, but Vincent quickly interrupted me. He stuck his fingers into my mouth and pried it open before stuffing my wet panties into my mouth, forcing me to taste my own juices.

  “Are you going to be quiet now?” He asked sternly.

  “Mmm,” I mumbled through the gag, looking coyly up into Vincent’s eyes. He looked so serious always, but my submission made him smile.

  “That’s good,” He said and nodded approvingly.

  All of the sudden, his hand landed on my pussy with a loud slapping sound. I yelped into the gag, which muted most of the sound. “Yeah, that doesn’t feel so good, does it?” Vincent chuckled. “Maybe you shouldn’t be so nosy next time.”

  He started exploring my swollen, rosy folds with his fingers. He spread them apart and tugged at them, stroked them and massaged them like he’d never touched it before. He explored my pussy with the enthusiasm of an adventurer, quickly getting his fingers soaked in my juices. I moaned and gasped quietly, feeling my pussy throb with need. I needed his cock in me, and I wouldn’t be able to take it any longer. It truly was torture, lying on top of that table and feeling his fingers run up and down my slit without ever penetrating me, and I finally realized what my punishment was.

  “Fuck me,” I begged and groaned, my sounds muffled by the cloth in my mouth. “Please, I can’t take it anymore!”

  “Soon, my little whore,” Vincent said and reached out to rip the cloth out of my mouth. “I want to hear you moan when I put my cock in you. Now, lick my fingers clean. And I don’t think I need to remind you of what happens if you don’t do a good job…”

  My heart fluttered in my chest when he said those magical words: when I put my cock in you. A shiver went through my body just from thinking about it, making my pussy feel warm, wet and swollen.

  “Yes, daddy,” I said and took his fingers in my mouth, licking and sucking on them like I would on his cock. I ran my tongue up and down the length of his finger and sucked on his fingertips until they were completely clean and devoid of any pussy juice.

  When I was done, Vincent pulled his fingers out and examined them quickly. After deciding that they were clean enough, he walked back to the end of the table, running his hand down my leg while he went.

  I could hear him unzip his suit pants and the snap of his boxers’ lining when he pulled them down over his hips. His fingers spread my pussy lips apart to expose my opening, letting the chill air wash over it. Then, in a moment of pure bliss, his cock pressed against my pussy. It penetrated my folds instantly, and Vincent ran his cock up and down my slit until it was completely lubricated with my pussy juice.

  “You ready?” He asked and placed the tip of his cock at my entrance. The mushroom-like head pressed against my tight hole, causing my pussy to ache with need and pleasure.

  “I’m ready,” I moaned. “Put your cock in me, daddy. Fuck me hard!”

  He thrusted forward and groaned loudly as his cock slid into me, stretching my walls wide open. I gasped and arched my back, squeezing my hands together tightly behind my back. Gripping my buttocks in his hands, Vincent thrusted forward again, pushing his full length into my pussy. I felt his cock hit my inner wall, causing me to moan and squirm around on the table.

  “Be still,” Vincent grunted and pressed my hips down into the table. “And stop squirming like a snake.”

  He moved his hips back and forth, slowly sliding his massive cock in and out of my dripping wet pussy. My tight walls squeezed his thickness and held on tight, throbbing and pulsating heavily. I could feel my bottom lip shiver already, and a warm, pleasant feeling building up in my lower body.

  “Don’t stop,” I moaned. “Please. I’m so close.”

  Vincent reached his hand out and gripped my ponytail with his hand, jerking my head backwards. I stared up at the roof with my mouth wide open, gasping and moaning with pleasure.

  Vincent’s cock felt so big and stiff inside of me, and it was growing even larger while he was fucking me. He was grunting and breathing heavily, almost panting, with his fingernails digging into my buttocks. I could feel my skin turn hot and pink beneath his touch as the temperature of our bodies skyrocketed.

  I started moving my hips back and forth in rhythm with Vincent’s, causing his cock to slip even deeper into my pussy. My breathing was sharp and shallow, my mind concentrating fully on the intense, explosive feeling that was building up inside of me.

  With a groan and a shiver, Vincent’s cock swell up and erupted, spilling his fertile semen deep inside my pussy. It filled me up completely and overflowed my already-stuffed pussy, spilling out around Vincent’s cock. I could feel myself explode, my pussy vibrating and my body shivering with pleasure.

  “Mmm,” I moaned loudly, loud enough for Vincent to feel the need to reach out and place his hand over my mouth. “Mmm, Vincent!”

  I heard the wooden floorboards creak somewhere in the house, but I was too busy focusing on my own orgasm to care. By the time it was over, I was lying flat on the table, shivering and twitching as the occasional wave of pleasure washed over me.

  “Oh my god,” I mumbled quietly. “That was… that was so… mmm…”

  Vincent was still thrusting slowly into me, letting my tight pussy milk him of his last drips of semen. “So tight,” He groaned and gripped my buttocks tighter. “I can never… resist…”

  In the corner of my eye, I could see the doorknob turn slowly. I inhaled sharply and instinctively reached out to cover myself up, but my arms were tied down to the table. “Vincent!” I whispered. “The door!”

  Like a deer in headlights, he turned his head and looked at the door. Before I knew it, he’d pulled his softening cock out of me, along with what felt like a bucket of cum and pussy juice. But it was too late. Mere seconds later the door had swung open and, with cum dripping down the inside of my thighs, I was staring straight into the eyes of our interrupter.

  * * *

  My Big Hard CEO

  His arms reached around my back, his hands gripping my shoulders tightly and pulling down onto his body while he stared into my eyes. Fuck yes! I thought. I loved when he took me hard and fast, his cock pulsating and penetrating deeper into me with each push. I could always tell when he was close to an orgasm, because his body started to shiver, and his thrusts b
ecame harder and more intense the closer he was.

  “Don’t stop!” I moaned and bit my lip, hooking my arms around his neck while he grunted and fucked me harder, faster and deeper.

  “I’m so close, Kia!” He moaned into my ear and clutched my hips with a firm grip, lifting my body up and down over his. “God—I’m going to come!”

  “Harder!” I moaned again.

  I was getting closer and closer to my own peak with each thrust. Just as I felt my pussy clench and the waves of pleasure wash over me as I finally reached the edge, Alex’ cock burrowed itself deep inside of me and exploded. He let out a massive burst of cum that shot straight into my passage, covering my walls with his little babies.

  I didn’t want it to end already, but his energy quickly started to fade away. He grunted loudly and held me close while I moved my lower body around in circles on top of his body, rubbing my pussy against his pelvis. My sensitive clit could hardly take the intensity, and I couldn’t bare it anymore when his cum started to drip down onto his lap.

  “Time to stop, eh?” He said and looked into my eyes. I placed my hands on his chest muscles and leaned forward, feeling spent and pleased yet again.

  “I suppose,” I grinned and lifted my hands from his chest.

  I slowly got off, feeling his still–stiff cock slide out of me, still coated in my own pussy juices and his cum.

  “Looks like you could still do a second round!” I giggled and rolled over next to him on the bed.

  “No…” He smirked and wiped his forehead from the sweat. “I think I’m already late!”

  “Maybe later,” I said and quickly rolled off the bed. I grabbed a stack of napkins from the nightstand and wiped most sweat and cum off my body, before offering a clean napkin to him. “What are you late for this time?”

  “Thanks, but I think I need a quick shower actually,” He said and sat up on the edge of the bed. “I got that meeting few floors down. Shouldn’t take too long… I’ll be back with you in no time.”

  “Good. Ugh, I’m dying from thirst,” I said and rubbed my throat while heading into the kitchen, still naked. “You fucked me right into dehydration. Again!” I added with a giggle over my shoulder.