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

by Olivia R. Gasm

  Without a word, he turned his head and nodded at me before standing up and walking over to my mom. Yeessss… I thought, almost feeling like dancing around. I didn’t hear what Aidan said to my mother, but it seemed brief and determined. She glimpsed at me with furrowed brows — probably because she didn’t like that I undermined her again by going to Aidan.

  He returned to my side, putting the phone in his hand back into his pocket.

  “So where do you want to go?” He asked with his sweet smile.

  “To get some food, maybe?” I answered happily, feeling my empty stomach churn quietly.

  “Alright, come.” He responded quickly and waved his hand for me to follow him out the door. My mother didn’t follow, I noticed.

  “Isn’t mom coming?” I asked while we walked down the street.

  “She’ll join us later when she’s done. Who knows when that is, though?” He chuckled slightly, suggesting that we would most likely be alone for quite some time.

  We walked to the curb of the road and not a moment later Aidan waved his hand in the air, and immediately a white car with a Taxi Parisien sign on the roof pulled over next to us. It was like magic. How did he do that?! This wasn’t New York — there weren’t cabs on every street corner, especially at this hour.

  “How did you do that?” I asked in awe.

  Aidan looked at me with that confident, yet slightly smug smile that he always had.

  “I ordered it just a moment ago.” He explained and opened the car door for me. I got in and sat down on its comfortable black cushions. It was much nicer than I would have expected from a taxi — but it had looked like an expensive one from the outside. Not to mention the inside, which was absolutely luxurious. I felt like a celebrity.

  Aidan sat down next to me and turned to the mustachioed driver.

  “À l’hôtel Ares Paris, Merci.” He said, and I guessed that he was taking us back to the hotel. The driver, who seemed to understand, nodded slightly and started to drive forward.

  “So are we going back to the hotel then?” I asked from Aidan.

  He turned his head to look at me for a moment before answering.

  “Yeah.” He answered vaguely.

  After all the walking I wasn’t sure anymore how far away we were from the hotel, but I guess I’d find out soon enough. I recalled it being close to the Eiffel tower, at least, but it had been a few hours since we passed that.

  During the trip, the taxi driver kept tapping the wheel in rhythm with the music that blasted from the radio in the front seat. It was, frankly, annoying and I almost wanted to ask him to turn the volume down, but it seemed like Aidan liked the song as well — judging from his bobbing head.

  “Liking the song, huh?” I had to ask. I hadn’t taken him for a musical person.

  “Well yeah, don’t you?” He said and smiled at me.

  “Not really. Modern music isn’t that nice, I prefer classical.”

  Aidan snorted and let out a slight laugh when I answered.

  “What?” I asked. Is he making fun of my music taste?

  “Classical? Please.” He responded. “That music I’ve heard coming from your room sometimes is far from classical!”

  “Oh.” I smiled. “Are you stalking me?”

  He turned his head towards me again, eyeing my suspiciously.

  “Maybe.” He grinned before looking away. A faint blush rose onto my cheeks as I thought of him actually stalking me. Maybe he liked the idea, or had actually considered peeping at me while I was alone. Or… maybe he did it already.

  “Maybe?“ I asked. I felt like there was a lot more to it than he was letting me in on. “What do you mean?”

  Aidan fidgeted a little bit in his seat, a faint smile resting on his lips while he thought of what to answer.

  “It’s nothing.” He mumbled before blurting out: “Sometimes I just feel like I might not be a good father to you.”

  “Not a good father? Come on, you’re the best!” I exclaimed with a big smile. “Why would you even say that?”

  He looked serious as ever before.

  “It’s not that…” I said quietly. “It’s just that…” He glanced out the window, letting his sentence trail off without finishing it.

  “What? What is it?” I asked, worried now.

  Aidan looked into my eyes quickly before turning his gaze away again.

  “You’re a beautiful young woman, Amber, and sometimes I feel like… like I might care a little bit more about you than I should.” He tilted his head down, staring at his clean, black shoes.

  His caring words made me feel all warm inside. My father had never said something so sweet to me — he hadn’t even cared enough about me to stay around… I put my hand on Aiden’s thigh, squeezing it tightly to let him know I appreciated his words.

  He looked up again, his brown eyes meeting mine, and I could tell from the look on his face that he meant every word.

  “Thank you Aidan.” I whispered. “That really means a lot to me.”

  “I think you understood that wrong.” He said, glancing around the cab with a furrowed brow.

  “How so?”

  His strong hand grabbed my wrist and he moved it slowly towards his… crotch! Oh my god. I thought to myself as I felt his hardened bulge against my fingers.

  “I meant this.“ He said, slightly embarrassed. I didn’t feel weird about it, only… surprised.

  “Oh wow.” Was all I could muster up. Curiously, I felt his hard cock through his jeans — I never expected a cock to feel like that. I wonder what it feels like without clothing.

  “I’m so sorry.” He said suddenly and let go of my hand, pushing it away from his groins and staring out the window in shame.

  “Don’t be sorry!” I exclaimed. “I get it…” I could see his perspective as clear as day. He had only moved in with us a couple of months ago, and it couldn’t be easy to have a half–naked young girl under the same roof every day. I just hadn’t realized I had tempted him so much.

  I reached my hand back onto his leg, slowly dragging my fingers back up towards his crotch. Aidan seemed more surprised that I was. I wondered if he had ever thought about this before. Because I sure have…

  The thought of his stiff dick was making me feel so aroused. I had never felt like this before — it was so intriguing but so wrong, and so risky! Especially since the cab driver was right in front of us, but then again he didn’t seem to care that much. I don’t think he even spoke English.

  Aidan looked a little bit uncomfortable at first when I started to rub his bulge, but he was the one who brought it up and he didn’t object, so I think he wanted it just as much as I did. He leaned backwards, spreading his legs slightly and relaxing in his seat.

  His cock felt like it was hardening in my hand with each stroke. I couldn’t wait to unzip his pants and take it out! Excitedly, I reached for the zipper, but Aidan grabbed my hand.

  “Wait.” He mumbled. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this… here?“ He added with a smirk, motioning discreetly towards the driver.

  “Don’t you want to?” I whispered, leaning in and brushing my lips against his neck carefully. He closed his eyes and shivered slightly as my lips tickled him.

  “I do…” He whispered. “But what if someone sees us?”

  “The windows are tinted.” I said, nibbling on his ear and pressing my nose against his hair, detecting a faint scent of lemongrass shampoo.

  Aidan slowly let go of my hand and leaned back into his seat, relaxing again. Quickly, I moved myself onto his lap and started to unbutton his pants with both hands.

  His hands reached around my waist while I pulled down the zipper and felt him out — now with only the thin fabric of his cotton boxers between my hand and his cock. I could feel its heat vibrating against me, and the faint rhythmic throbbing as the blood pulsated through his erection and made him even harder.

  With fingers shaking from excitement, I pulled down his boxers too. His cock sprung free, standing as tall
and proud as the Eiffel tower. It was thick and large — almost massive. A spike shot through my lower body when I saw it, and I eagerly wrapped my fingers around it and started to stroke him up and down.

  “Oh wow.” Aidan whispered, quietly as not to alert the driver. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that the French man was still looking straight ahead out the front window, quietly whistling, blissfully unaware of what was going on in the backseat of his expensive car.

  Aidan’s hands traced over my ribcage as they wandered around my body and onto my chest. He tugged at my top, pulling it down over my swollen, plump breasts. His fingers circled my hard nipples, which were standing out through my thin, black bra.

  I grabbed Aidan’s pants and pulled them down some more. I wonder what it would be like to have a cock in my mouth? I thought to myself, licking my lips subconsciously. A part of me wanted to try — to taste that beautiful, stiff dick of his — but on the other hand, it was so big… and I had never tried it before. What if I’m bad and he’s disappointed in me?

  “What are you thinking about?” He asked suddenly, noticing the absentminded look on my face.

  “I was just thinking that I could… suck your cock.” I hesitated for a moment, but Aiden’s happy expression made me want to try it even more. “But I’m worried I won’t be any good.”

  “Well…” He mumbled quietly, cupping my breasts in his hands and squeezing them gently. “We won’t find out unless you try, will we?” He added. I bit my lip to suppress a frisky smile.

  “I guess.” I answered nervously. His cock suddenly throbbed in my hand, seemingly growing even larger as he became more excited.

  I moved away from Aidan’s lap and sat down on my knees in the seat next to him, before collecting my hair into a bundle and tossing it over my shoulder. I caressed his thigh with one hand, while the other still stroked his dick, before leaning forward and placing my lips over the stiff head.

  Aidan let out a gasp as I moved my head down, taking his whole cock into my mouth. It was surprisingly easy; I thought as I closed my eyes and concentrated on swirling my tongue around his stiffness, coating him in a layer of my sweet saliva. His hand reached up behind my head, gripping a handful of my soft hair and holding it firmly while my head bobbed up and down over his lap.

  After a moment I looked up and, in the corner of my eye, I could see the cab driver glancing at us through the mirror, with a smirk on his face.

  “We arrive in few minutes.” He said with a thick, French dialect. “But still, there is time.”

  Having said that, the driver turned his gaze back onto the road. His hand reached for the knob on the radio and turned up the volume, filling the car with French pop music.

  Aidan shook with silent laughter and I joined in, giggling as I lifted my head away from his cock.

  “I guess we should stop.” He mumbled, his cheeks slightly red.

  “For now.“ I added with a wink.

  Aidan pulled up his pants and buttoned them while I fixed my top — us both making sure we looked decent when we arrived at the hotel. I could see the marbled building and its many pillars appearing at the end of the street, and the cab slowed down as we reached it.

  My urge for eating was much smaller now, but instead the urge to go up to our hotel room was much bigger.

  “How about we skip eating for now?” I asked, winking at my stepfather while he pulled his pants up properly before we got out. The taxi driver didn’t seem to mind waiting, but Aidan still quickly handed him the money and told him to keep the rest as well.

  “Merci.” The driver responded, nodding at us with a wide smile on his face.

  As we got out of the taxi and walked towards the hotel entrance, I kept wondering if Aidan had wanted to go further. Would he want to have me, be my first? I wondered while looking at him walking happily in front of me.

  I hadn’t expected this to happen at all, but somehow it all made perfect sense. It felt wrong, but at the same time it felt so right. I couldn’t wait to jump him as soon as we reached the hotel room. Maybe we should go to my room… Just in case.

  When we stepped into the elevator and he was about to hit the button for the floor on which their room was, I quickly pressed the button for my floor instead. I smiled at him, and from the pleased look on his face, I think he understood what I intended.

  The ride up was quick and silent. Aidan’s lack of words had me curious about his thoughts, but then again it wasn’t unlike him to be quiet. The elevator beeped and we stepped out, hurriedly walking down the hallway towards my room. I was feeling a combination of excitement and nervousness, but above all the silence was killing me.

  Unlocking the door, I stepped in first and quickly made sure that I didn’t have anything lying around that could be embarrassing, but everything seemed alright. I turned around and saw Aidan leaning against the door frame, looking me up and down hungrily.

  “See something you like?” I asked, slowly reaching my hands over my body and pulling the top over my head.

  “Oh yes.” He said excitedly. “I do!” Quickly, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. With a devious look on his face, he took a few quick steps towards me.

  “I’ve been waiting for this for so long…” He whispered, slipping his finger underneath the strap of my top and pulling it down over my upper arm. “Your… young body…” He growled as he pulled the shirt over my head, leaving me in just my bra.

  Suddenly, he grabbed me by the arms and threw me down onto the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at me, stroking his cock through his pants.

  “You’re such a tease.” He said and leaned forward to grab my shorts. He pulled them down quickly, leaving them in a pile on the floor before climbing onto the bed and straddling me. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, letting him pull it off me to expose my firm breasts. He cupped them carefully, squeezing them and rolling my nipples between his fingers.

  “Take me.” I whispered. “Be my first.” Suddenly, Aidan stopped.

  “You’re a virgin?” He asked, surprised.

  “Hopefully not for long…” I answered quietly. “I want you to be the one to take it.”

  He smiled affectionately down at me, stroking my bare arm with his fingers.

  “I’ll take good care of you.” He promised, to which I nodded softly.

  Aidan moved his body down, positioning himself between my knees. He stroked my thigh as he moved his hand in under my panties, making me shiver from excitement. I could feel my wetness soaking through the fabric and onto his fingers when he rubbed me. I was almost naked, but I wasn’t cold — in fact, I was starting to get hot.

  I let out a soft moan when his finger slipped underneath my underwear, brushing against my wet, swollen clit. Aidan’s experienced fingers stroked my slit, touching me in all the right places.

  “Oh, Aidan.” I whimpered. I had never imagined that it could feel so good. His finger teased my entrance, circling it and pushing it, but never entering. My pussy ached and clenched, anxiously waiting for his thick, stiff cock to penetrate it.

  Just when I couldn’t handle it anymore, Aiden’s finger pushed into me and made me gasp. My muscles tensed, clamping tightly around his finger.

  “Wow, Amber.” He let out. “I can’t wait to fuck your tight virgin pussy.”

  Aidan pulled down his pants and boxers and dropped them on the floor. I sat up and grabbed his shirt, helping him pull it over his head. For a moment, my eyes glanced over his muscular torso, before resting on his massive cock. It looks even bigger now. I thought, and my eyes enlarged.

  “I’m scared.” I admitted, suddenly feeling vulnerable and exposed. His cock was so huge. What if it hurts? What if I can’t handle it?

  “Don’t be.” He looked into my eyes and smiled. “I promised I would take good care of you, remember?” I nodded again, feeling a little bit better.

  Aidan pressed himself against me, spreading my legs open and pushing up my knees to expose my mound.
He stroked his thick cock against my slit a few times, soaking the tip in my wetness before placing it at my opening. I swallowed once nervously.

  “Relax your body.” Aidan instructed me. “Or it will hurt.”

  He grabbed my inner thighs and pushed them aside, spreading my folds open as he pushed his erection in between them. His cock penetrated me and I let out a surprised gasp. He looked down at me quickly before pushing forward, slowly spreading my pussy open as he went deeper into me.

  “Wow!” I gasped, squirming around unintentionally on the bed. “Oh, my God. You’re so big!”

  His dick filled me up, making me feel complete and blissful. He started to thrust back and forth, penetrating deeper into me with each powerful push. Eventually, his gentle pushes turned into forceful rams. His cock was so satisfying, making me quiver and moan loudly as he pounded into me.

  “Oh Amber.” Aidan groaned, closing his eyes and digging his fingers into my skin. “I love your tight little pussy.”

  It loves you too. I thought to myself. My pussy hugged his cock, leaving it soaking wet and covered in my horny juices. My body was starting to feel strangely warm — but extremely good. The feeling intensified and I breathed sharply, as if exhaling would make the pleasurable feeling go away.

  “I’m going to come.” Aidan grunted, gripping tightly around my thighs.

  “Don’t stop, Aidan!” I moaned, trying to hold on to the feeling that was taking over my body. “I’m so close, please don’t stop!”

  “If I don’t stop, I’ll come inside of you.”

  My muscles locked as I went over the edge, my body seemingly going numb as my legs wrapped tightly around Aidan’s hips. His cock grew inside of me and he kept thrusting hard and fast, soon erupting and shooting a massive load of white, fertile semen straight into my cervix and coating my inner walls.

  “Ahhh… ahh… ahh!” I moaned, my entire lower body vibrating and sending out wave after wave of pure, intense pleasure through my body. It passed after a moment, but my pussy still pulsated pleasurably when Aidan pulled out and rolled over next to me.