Filthy Daddy's Taboo Erotic Sex Stories

by Amira Bradford

  "I'm gonna cum baby!" She cried.

  "Come on babe! Cum on my cock!"

  I kept at my fast rhythm. Her moans became little whimpers.

  "Mike! Mike!" She was crying out as fast as I pumped until I felt her pussy leak warm fluids onto my dick. She had reached ecstasy. Her body shook from the pleasure. Every inch of her was twitching from the orgasm I helped her achieve.

  I slowed down and kinda lay on top of her. My stomach was tired from pumping. My arms were struggling to keep me up. I forced my head back up to her lips and started kissing her. She grabbed my face and told me to lie on my back. She was going to take care of it this time.

  We switched positions and I lay on my back and waited for her to climb on top of my dick. She first took me back into her mouth. She sucked her cum off of my dick and took it back out.

  "That was amazing baby, just lie there...I'll take care of you," she said.

  I agreed and closed my eyes. She propped my dick up and I felt her pussy slide down onto my shaft. All six inches of me were deep and it felt amazing. She began riding me slowly. She leaned forward and let her bottom half do the work. I opened my eyes and looked into hers. She looked so sexy riding my cock. My eyes rolled back into my head and I closed them again. It felt amazing. Her pussy would tug every time she pulled it back up. She was so tight and wet, and it was pure pleasure.

  She went faster. I could hear her moans become shallower. I just laid back and let her do it all until I could feel her slowing down. She was getting tired and I knew it. So while she slowed down, I began thrusting my shaft deep inside of her. I worked up a steady rhythm with what her body was doing. We were working together to bring her body to another amazing orgasm. Pretty soon I just started pumping as fast as I could. She just stopped altogether and just leaned forward as I penetrated her pussy. She moaned louder and faster. I pumped harder and faster. She closed her eyes and started grabbing my chest. She bit her lip at the pleasure.

  "Oh...cum for me baby," I told her.

  "Mm...It feels so good, Mike," she moaned. "I'm gonna cum soon baby..."

  I kept thrusting. Pretty soon, she started bouncing again. She wanted it hard. I grabbed her waist and pulled her down with every pump. She started whimpering. My name was next. She started replacing it with her breathing.

  "Mike...Mike!"

  She let out a couple final moans and she exclaimed that she was cumming. I kept going until I felt her pussy spasm with pleasure. Her top half fell forward onto my chest and laid there.

  I kept pumping, but not as fast. All until I slowed down and stopped altogether. She came up and began kissing me. Her hair was matted to her forehead from the sweat. Her body shone in the moonlight. She looked beautiful. We laid there for a while until she got from on top of me.

  I was still rock hard and I was ready for her pussy again and I was ready to cum. She was the first up and she got on her hands and knees on her bed. She bent over and put her pussy in the air. I was ready now. I regained a little bit of stamina. I wouldn't go for long on this one; I was ready to reach my climax. But her last orgasm came pretty quickly, so I figured we'd reach ecstasy together this time.

  I got behind her and slipped my cock between her pussy lips and pumped pretty hard for the first couple of thrusts. She let out little shrieks at this.

  "Mm...baby. I want it hard Mikey," she begged.

  "I'll do my best Lucy."

  I began pumping how she wanted it. She moaned instantly. I did as well. Her pussy was best in this position. I could really feel my cock moving through her vagina this way. It was great. She made it tug again. I didn't know how she did that, but it was ridiculous. I couldn't help going faster. Her pussy was nice and wet and she felt amazing. I grabbed her waist and pulled her in closer. She liked it deep. I could tell. She moaned louder. My breathing got quicker. It was too much. I could feel my cock reaching climax.

  "Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum soon!" She cried out.

  "So am I Lucy..." I said. I was getting tired, but I pumped as fast as I could. She was enjoying it more than ever.

  "Cum in my pussy baby..."

  I kept it up. I pounded her pussy as best I could. It felt so good. And I knew it was great for her too. I felt her pussy get wetter as we approached orgasm. My cock started to twinge. It was so good. Her pussy was amazing.

  We moaned louder. Our breaths became more shallow. "I'm gonna cum Lucy!"

  "Oh, Mike, so am I!"

  I pumped as hard as I could. I was getting there. She was too. Her pussy was wetter than ever. I was pumping my best until my dick felt the best it probably would ever feel. I ejaculated into the condom. At the same I was leaking cum into her pussy, she gushed fluids onto my cock. Her pussy was wetter than ever. We both cried out in pleasure as our genitals spasmed with pleasure.

  It was amazing. Her pussy was great. We had the night of our lives that night. We stopped and rested for about an hour, just talking, until we were at it again.

  I ended up staying the night. I slept like a child. Her parents weren't gonna be home for a couple of days. So I stayed as long as I wanted. We had lots of sex those couple of days. And every time was better than the last, but nothing would top our first time.

  The End.

  The Red Dress

  The red dress caught his eye immediately. Sleeveless, very low-cut, knee-length, with a slit at the front extending halfway up her thighs ...

  The woman wearing it was not young by any means, but tall, fair-haired, and with a body and legs that the dress showed off to perfection. She was wearing matching high-heeled red shoes, sandals really, toenails, fingernails, lips, all painted the same shade of red. Her legs were bare, a knee and a stretch of thigh emerging provocatively from the slit whenever she moved, breasts swelling from the top of her dress, probably helped by an uplift bra, he thought.

  'Do you know her? Is she a member here?' a breathless voice said by his side.

  'Yes, she's a member,' he answered, his eyes still fixed on the woman in red.

  'Is she -- available? Open to suggestion?'

  He glanced at her. The contrast couldn't have been greater. Short, iron-grey hair, a severe black dress, sheer black stockings, but not unattractive. She seemed a little drunk.

  He smiled. 'You'd have to ask her.'

  'I think I might join the club. If only to find out if she'd -- like to do things ...'

  'The club' was the local tennis club. The president, Tony Parker, was throwing a party to celebrate his birthday, and the evening was going well, a few couples dancing, a Beatles CD playing softly, and the bar doing a brisk trade.

  The woman in red was listening to a short, bald, florid-faced man who couldn't take his eyes off her breasts, while she glanced around the room, idly twirling and empty wine glass, a polite smile fixed on her face, but obviously bored.

  'Excuse me -- I think it's time for a little chivalry.'

  He made his way round the dance floor and smiled at the woman.

  'Your glass is empty. Need a refill?'

  She smiled at him gratefully. 'That would be nice! Thank you!'

  He lightly gripped her bare arm just above the elbow.

  'You don't mind, do you?' he said to the bald man, and steered her towards the bar.

  'And thank you for that, too! If he'd kept talking much longer, I'd have screamed!'

  He looked at her glass, and raised his eyebrows.

  'Dry white wine, please.'

  He bought the wine and a pint of beer for himself, and they toasted other silently.

  'The woman over there, in the black, she's taken a fancy to you -- she wondered if "you'd like to do things."'

  She glanced at the woman quizzically, a half-smile on her lips. Perhaps, it said.

  The woman smiled back demurely, running the tip of her tongue over her lips. I hope so ...

  He took a long drink of beer, looking down at her breasts.

  She had another sip of wine. 'My car's being serviced. It needs a part or something,
and I came with Janet Watson in her car, but she had to leave early. Any chance of a lift?'

  'No problem. Whenever you're ready.'

  A man bumped into her, and her breasts brushed his arm, and he inhaled her perfume.

  'When we've finished our drinks. My lady in black seems to have disappeared -- maybe you talking to me has frightened her off!'

  'She said she might join the club, just to meet you, so I probably haven't spoiled the romance!'

  She giggled, smiling at him over the rim of her glass, and he drank the last of his beer.

  They said goodnight to their host, again wishing him a happy birthday. He'd obviously had quite a lot to drink -- he was a tall man, wearing an open-necked polo shirt and a blazer, and he beamed and kissed her on the cheek, holding her hand and squeezing her breast with his other hand, unsuccessfully trying to shield what he was doing with his body.

  'Good night, goodnight, my lovely favourite mixed doubles partner!' he boomed, and kissed the woman's cheek again, narrowly missing her mouth.

  They left the club, standing in the porch for a moment. It was dark, the wind picking up and rustling in the trees, and the first drops of rain started to splash down. He took his jacket off and slipped it round her bare shoulders, and their fingers touched as she adjusted it. The gravel crunched under their feet as they made their way to his car, and he opened to passenger door for his, being rewarded by an expansive glimpse of bare thighs, gleaming in the dim glow of the interior light.

  He started the car, and they set off.

  'From the way Tony Parker was behaving, it looked as though you two play more than doubles,' he observed. 'Has he had you?'

  'What a question! But if you must know, yes, a few times.' She shrugged. 'He's nothing special -- he's a much better on the tennis court than in bed.'

  He pulled up outside a large detached house, and she turned, leaning towards him.

  He kissed her. Her lips were soft and cool, and his mouth started to work on hers. Her lips parted, and their tongues found each other, dancing lazily, and he cupped the breast recently vacated by Tony Parker's hand, squeezing it gently.

  They kissed for several minutes, wetly, and then they broke apart.

  Her breath was coming rapidly, and he continued to fondle her breast.

  She hesitated, then: 'A quick coffee?'

  He nodded, and released her breast. Again he opened the car door for her, and again he was treated to the sight of her bare thighs as she placed first one foot and then the other on the ground as he stared down at her legs and the considerably amount of cleavage she revealed as she bent to climb out of the car.

  She let them into the house, and he followed her into the kitchen.

  She shrugged off his jacket and switched on the kettle, spooning coffee into a сafetiere -- he was standing behind her, and she leaned back against him as his hands slipped round her and fondled her breasts.

  'Undo me,' she whispered, and he unzipped her dress and pushed it down, and unhooked her bra. She slipped her arms free of both of them, and stood naked to the waist as he crushed her bare breasts, pinching her nipples, tugging them, brushing his thumbs back and forth as he kneaded her breasts, kissing her neck while she pressed herself back against his hardening penis.

  The kettle boiled, and she poured water into the сafetiere as he kissed her bare shoulders. She found two mugs, and they went into the living room, sitting on the sofa while the coffee brewed for a few minutes.

  He started at her naked breasts, capped by large stippled aureoles and prominent nipples, already stiff from his ministrations, and they kissed wetly, open-mouthed, until the coffee was ready.

  She poured it into the mugs, and then turned back to him. He slipped his arm round her half-naked body and pulled her to him as the kissed again. The kiss became more passionate, and he dropped his free hand to her bare thigh, slowly sliding it up through the slit until his fingers touched her panties.

  She gasped, squirming against him as he pushed his fingers inside her panties. She was dripping wet, and he felt her hand grasping his penis through his trousers.

  The coffee was forgotten as she hauled her dress up around her waist. Her panties were silk, peach coloured, and he admired them for a moment before she raised her hips to help him slide them down her legs and off her feet, as she fumbled to free his erect penis from his trousers.

  She leaned back into the corner of the sofa, pulling him down to her, guiding his penis into her, and he started to fuck her slowly.

  She closed her eyes, her teeth clamped on her bottom lip as he gripped her soft breast, feeling its nipple hard as a pebble in the palm of his hand. She pushed herself up to meet his strokes -- it seemed as though his penis was getting larger -- and even harder -- inside her, as it penetrated deeper and deeper into her warm, wet vagina.

  She seemed to feel it growing, too -- her eyes opened, and she clutched his arms, arching her back to grind her naked breasts against his chest.

  He kissed her wetly, open-mouthed, as once again their tongues found each other. He slid his hand up and down her bare thigh and gripped her soft bottom as her breath began to come faster and faster, until she was almost panting into his mouth.

  He felt her tighten her muscles around his penis, and she threw her head back, her nails digging into his arms, and then she gave a little cry as her body stiffened, and she began to jerk spasmodically as her orgasm swept through her, and at the same moment his semen started to spurt into her, in fierce, uncontrollable jets.

  She flung her arms round his neck, kissing him feverishly as he emptied himself into her, holding her to him until they both quieted, and their breathing returned to normal.

  At last, she took a deep breath and smiled at him weakly.

  'It's time for you to go, I think,' she whispered, and kissed him lightly on the lips. 'And I'd better get up to bed, in case your father wakes up and wonders where I am!'

  The End.

  Uncut is Better

  If you were to tell Judy she had a fetish, she would probably say you were crazy. To her a fetish is a man who wears panties or maybe a woman who flashes in public. However, if you were to ask one of her really close friends they would say she defiantly had a problem. For you see Judy has a thing for uncircumcised men almost to the point of refusing to fuck a man with a cut cock. She is famous among her friends for the way she cops a feel before she will go out with guy. She tries not to be obvious but if she can't happen to bump into him, she just reaches out, and grabs him. If she can feel that corona around the head of his dick, it's see you later Charlie.

  Most of her friends will tell you Judy is a great girl and always a lot of fun to go out with no matter where. She laughs easily but not loud and obnoxious, also she has no problem with being a friend's wingman when needed. Although not many would call her beautiful she is cute, and with her dainty body and her perky smile, she has no problems attracting men. Her light blue eyes and dark hair set off each other well as she likes to say, "Blondes attract boys and brunettes attract men."

  As for the fetish she claims she doesn't have, I believe it started out as a novelty with the first uncut man she fucked. Judy had already been with quite a few sexual partners before her first uncircumcised encounter and to her; a dick was merely a sexual device to get off with and nothing more. To tell the truth she didn't pay that much attention, she didn't really care if the man was big or small, as long as it wasn't too big or too small. As long as the man functioned, she was happy and even if he was having problems getting it up, she never minded doing her part. Giving oral was not something she particularly liked to do but to get a guy hard it was not a problem.

  All that changed the night she met a guy from Germany named Rolf. Truth be told the main reason she agreed to the date was his name, it just cracked her up to say Rolf, as it sounded like something a dog says. When they went out Judy hadn't planned to have sex with him but in the end she decided she liked the way he looked and invited him up to her place. His
strong features were softened by his blond hair and his European style made him seem suave and confident. They ended up in her bedroom and when he pulled a condom from his pocket, it made her happy to see he believed in safe sex. Almost as a reward for his thoughtfulness, Judy volunteered to put the rubber on him. This was something she seldom did and she hoped she didn't mess it up. She was sitting on the edge of the bed as he stood before her.

  Judy was just ready to rip the package open as Rolf dropped his pants. She sat there staring at Rolf's cock in amazement; of course, she had heard of uncircumcised men and had even seen a picture or two. Yet here was Rolf uncut in the flesh, so to speak, and standing right in front of her. Her staring embarrassed him and he apologized for not warning her that he was uncut. Judy told him it wasn't a problem and it was just she'd never seen one before. Judy would never remember whether she asked to touch it or that Rolf offered her the chance but she'll never forget the thrill she got the first time she slid his foreskin back to expose the gland. She giggled as she repeated the move and soon she was actually jacking him off. When he warned her, he might climax if she wasn't careful, she pleaded with him to allow her to make him cum, and when he said yes, she increased her movement vigorously. Rolf the perfect gentleman told her as he was about to shoot and all Judy did was put her face closer as a target. When he came, he shot all over her face, it even got into her eyes and made them burn.

  They never did screw that night because after he got hard again she wanted to give him a blow-job instead. As she put him in her mouth, she noticed first how firm the gland was as compared to the soft foreskin below it. Somehow, this intrigued her and she enjoyed feeling the differences in texture. When he came, she swallowed without giving a second thought and although she didn't care for the taste, she found she didn't mind it at all.

  She and Rolf dated steady for the remainder of his stay in town and Judy found she was sad and disappointed when he left. This had not been love, it had been about sex, and both were well aware of what their relationship meant. Judy went back to dating but found herself thinking about Rolf more often. She found that she now had a bigger interest in a man's cock than before but as yet; she hadn't realized her interest was in uncut over circumcised.