Filthy Daddy's Taboo Erotic Sex Stories

by Amira Bradford

  "Must be the weather. It makes people do crazy things." He put his fingers on her chin and stared into her eyes for a moment, as if trying to guess at what she was thinking. Then he shrugged and ran his hands along the line of her shoulder and along the curves of her breast, he ran them down her stomach and along her hips and then delved deep in between her thighs. His fingers found her clit and toyed with it for a moment before tapping her legs to make her part them. He stroked her tight cunt with one finger feeling how wet it was and how hot and smiled a bit as he felt in constrict around his finger. Innocent, even if not completely. His lips found hers as his finger stroked in and out of her, his tongue mimicking the motion as he heard her pulse racing and her breathing become faster, panting. He stroked her clit again, faster now and right as she reached the top of her wave he turned her around and thrust inside in one smooth motion.

  She screamed out loud when he pierced her, taking her in one motion so that her orgasm spiraled out of control and she came around his thrusting cock like she had never done before. He pushed her forward and she lifted her knees up to kneel on the park bench, his thrusting never pausing as he growled against her throat. His teeth grazed her neck making her jump, her cunt clenching around his cock as though she would cum again just from this.

  His fingers found her center and stroked her as he thrust harder and faster. He wasn't going to let her go yet, he wanted her right here, till the sun rose and so he held himself back as he thrust, holding his orgasm at bay as he drove her into another powerful climax. He smiled as she thrust back against him needing more and he obliged. He bent her forward more, her tits level with the back of the park bench and pounded harder trying to hear that scream again. She barely knew his name yet sat here naked in the park taking everything he had. That thought put him over the edge finally and he came hard feeling the walls of her sex clenching around him as he spurted.

  She collapsed for a second as she felt him cum. She lay forward for a moment before she could regain her breath. And he stood above her braced against her back regaining his own breath. She felt his hands stroking her ass and she tensed at the tender touch. He spanked her once, loving the sound and the squeak she made, and especially the cherry red color her dark skin turned.

  "You like that." She nodded, but it was another one of his not questions and he did it again harder now. She sat panting as his hands smacker harder and harder leaving a welt in the shape of his fingers and causing her to rock forward on her knees as he smacked her harder and harder. Finally when tears began to stream down her face he stopped. His hands stroked her now stroked over the bright red skin of her ass in the darkness of the park and his fingers dipped between those perfect globes and stroked at her tight little hole. This made her jump, and he groaned behind her as he dipped his fingers in her cunt and got them wet with his cum and began to stroke that little hole, lightly at first and then dipping through the band of muscle, stroking her and stretching her a bit. She groaned as she felt this.

  This was the first time she had felt this and didn't know if she wanted him to continue, but she couldn't say no. He turned her around again and told her to suck his cock more, getting it nice and moist for when he entered her. She had a feeling it was going to hurt and as she laved him up, tasting her own cunt on his cock she moaned for some reason, almost as if she were looking forward to the violation. She didn't really know what it was she wanted, she just had this urge to please him and no matter how bad it was she would keep going.

  Once he was dripping with saliva and precum he turned her around again and began to stretch her again, spitting on his fingers to allow him enough moisture to work with before he finally began to ease his cock inside. She gasped and felt the air being pressed out of her lungs. She held herself still and tried to relax her muscles as she felt his hard cock enter her slowly. He went deeper and deeper until the skin of his thighs was pressed against her sore butt and then he stayed still for a moment.

  He held himself still with will power alone wanting so bad to thrust into her and make her scream, but no. He held himself still for what seemed like an eternity before he allowed himself to pull out a bit and thrust back in, slowly until he felt her sweat slick body press back against him. He lost his control, but only a bit moving faster now as his hand snaked around her and stroked her clit making her moan despite the way she was biting her lips. She wanted him to enjoy it but knew she couldn't so struck back against him trying to help him get off as her muscles tightened around his cock. And it was good, so good he let himself go in only minutes, pulling out to stroke himself to completion all over her back.

  The hot lines of his cum seemed to dim the pain she was feeling and she collapsed forward onto the park bench her whole body spent as she closed her eyes for just a moment to rest them. She wondered what time it was and opened her eyes to see the sun had started to rise, she couldn't believe how light it was getting and turned around to tell Donovan they needed to leave. But he was gone. Long gone and so where her clothes. She sat there on that bench and looked around at the lightening park. She was miles from anywhere, butt naked, and alone. Luckily most of her money was in her car not her pockets. As she said that she noticed five crisp hundred dollar bills sitting on the ground, tucked inside her boots. They were the only piece of clothing he had left her and she slipped them on leaving the money inside her shoe.

  She stood strolling through the park naked, hoping the person she ran into would sympathize and take pity, despite her cum slick back and thighs. She knew she would never see him again and felt herself close to tears for a moment before she gave up on caring. As she walked she tried to cover herself eyeing the park around her as early morning joggers started filing past her. Most ignored her and some laughed, shaking their head as if it were some great joke. It felt like the ultimate walk of shame, until she noticed some of the joggers were also naked.

  She shook her head and dropped her hands, preparing for the long walk towards her car, and hopeful a place to find something to wear before that. She looked again at the other naked people, looking proud and happy with their nudity and she stood up straighter. Must be the weather, she thought to herself. It makes people do strange things.

  The End.

  Office Whore

  I sat staring out the window while drumming my fingers on the desk. I had finished typing up all of the reports and entering all of the data as had been assigned to me. It was then that I noticed the window ledges and the bookshelf were dusty so I rose from my chair to clean them. As I tidied up the place I thought back to my initial interview.

  "Tell me about yourself." It was the standard first and boring question. I reviewed my qualifications; they reviewed the job responsibilities. It was pretty cut and dry. Then the man who would be my boss concluded by asking me why he should hire me. Without saying a word I dropped to my knees and moved between his legs. As I did, he unzipped his pants. I began by licking his thick cock before taking it completely into my mouth. I had already been hired. The interview was a formality...and basically a role play.

  I had arrived to my first day at work dressed to play the part. I wore a loose fit but extremely short black skirt; panty-less underneath. My legs adorned thigh-high stockings which rose to just below the hem of my skirt; on my feet, 5-inch black stilettos. My blouse was a white, a semi-shear button down, fastened only half-way up in order to show my cleavage. But I wore no bra underneath so my nipples were noticeable as well. It was a private office of only six gentlemen and myself. They did their business by phone and elsewhere so there would never be a client present to witness my wardrobe.

  The first day I was there I was greeted with some apprehension and perhaps intimidation. The men were anxious like excited children but reluctant to take full advantage of my position. Within the next few weeks however, everyone would get more comfortable with the situation.

  It started with little comments about my tits and ass. Then they got a little bolder, brushing up against me in the break room rub
bing the bulges in their pants against me. They started a little game of dropping things in the hallway. They'd ask me to "get that" which I would do with a smile as I turned and bent exposing everything beneath my skirt which of course was without panties. I did some menial office tasks such as filing, data entry and the typing of reports. But mostly I had been hired as entertainment and as decoration. I was there as a voluntary sex-object for them to playfully harass. I was there to make the work environment more fun and I enjoyed it.

  I would receive either a call or an email requesting my presence and promptly rise from my seat and proceeded to the appropriate office. After some time it got to be that I knew which services were desired and performed my job without instruction. Yesterday I received two such service requests.

  The first came early. I had barely situated myself at my desk when the call came to report to the Vice President's office. I entered the room to find him seated on the leather sofa to the left of the room. He was on the phone but motioned for me to come to him. His belt and pants were already undone. I sat to his right and slid my hand inside his pants and onto his hard cock which I playfully stroked before pulling it out. When he finished his call I moved to kneeling between his knees and took him into my mouth. I sucked his dick for maybe two minutes before he came. Once finished, he zippered up and returned to his desk. I left the room, no words exchanged.

  After lunch I received an email from another associate. This one would be fun. I walked into his office. I giant smile crossed his face as he slid back from his desk in his chair. I stepped in front of him, facing the desk and bent over. With my legs spread wide and my ass in the air he slid his firm hands up my legs, under my short skirt and onto my ass. Then he dove in. This guy ate pussy like it was his job! I had to cum twice, preferably three times before he'd be satisfied enough to let me leave. And that's all he ever wanted. I was the dessert to his lunch.

  Today we had guests in from out of town that would be attending our weekly staff meeting. The staff meetings were always fun because at their completion I would always strip for the team and perform lap dances for those that requested. It was great fun and the guys would actually tip me which was on top of my regular salary. Our out of town guests were pleasantly surprised by this routine. There were three of them. Two were very attractive guys, I'd say in their late 20s. The third was a gentleman closer to my father's age. When the show was finished, my boss called me into his office for some additional instruction regarding our guests. While he explained the plan to me his hand slid up my skirt and he rubbed my wet pussy. I was sitting on his lap. We finished our discussion as he fingered me. Before I was allowed to leave he pushed those two wet fingers into my mouth and made me lick them clean. Secretly, I really loved that!

  The evening came and I arrived at the hotel in which our guests were staying. Before getting out of my car I looked into my purse for the three room keys I had been handed earlier. I was nervous about the older gentleman. I knew that he was married and I strictly did NOT do married men. But my boss had told me not to worry about it and that they guy knew. I wasn't sure what that meant but figured I could always leave if I had to. Regardless, I would save that one for last. I was much more enthusiastic about the other two.

  First I went to room 585 and then to 610. They were both fun but I spent a little more time with the second guy. After I finished with the first one and exited his room I felt dirty but excited. I went down to the bar and had a drink before getting back into the elevator and pressing, "6". When the second guy answered my knock I was excited again as I entered the room. He fucked me hard twice. By comparison, the first guy although enthusiastic had been a bit shy. It had made me feel like such a good slut to fuck them like that, one after another going from one room to the next.

  But I left the second room knowing I had one more room to visit and that one made me nervous. I knocked on that final door with butterflies in my stomach. The man from the meeting answered, smiled and welcomed me inside. My nerves were instantly soothed as I stepped into the room and was introduced to his wife who was sitting on the bed. She was a beautiful woman, probably about my age in fact. Her red hair fell in large, soft curls just past her shoulders. She wore a blue and white chemise with lace trim which complimented her curvaceous figure.

  "I'm just going to sit here and watch," the man said with a smile as he took a seat at the send of the bed. My nervousness was replaced with excitement as I stripped myself of my clothing before crawling onto the bed to join his wife. I buried my face between her legs and drank from her pussy while he sipped his mixed drink. She was lovely. I kissed her entire body and he jerked off while watching us play.

  The next day at work my email in-box was full of thank you emails from our visitors. In classic style the two younger guys included several dick pics with their emails. The older gentleman sent me a gorgeous, erotic photo of his tasty little wife. That was one that I would view while discreetly fingering myself at my desk during the weeks to come.

  The End.

  Taking Tanya's Picture

  My name is Tanya, and I'm a chat room addict.

  It all started last year when I went on Facebook to reconnect with friends from all stages of my life. It was so much fun to find people and update each other on what had been happening in our lives. And that's when I started to chat.

  Chat really opened up the world for me. Faster and easier than a phone call. You could even chat while on the computer doing work or other stuff. Chat with friends all over the country and see their pictures. So I really got into it big time.

  Soon I was chatting not just with old friends but with old lovers as well. Discussing the old times and fun we had when we were younger and much more adventurous. I found it easy to to say things I would never say out loud in a conversation. I found out that most if not all men love to chat about sex and soon we were discussing in detail our sexual escapades from the past. And what would happen if we saw each other today. Lots and lots of sex talk, mostly fantasies but with some real possibilities. I liked it... a lot.

  But everyone gets busy with their lives and soon my Facebook friends weren't enough for me. I wanted more friends to chat with and maybe even chat about sex and sexual fantasies. It really turned me on and with my kids grown and out of the house, I was ready to heat my sex life up again. So I started looking for other chat rooms where I could make more chat buddies.

  I found out rather quickly that lots of the adult chat rooms were very pornographic and I got pinged all the time and couldn't follow any of the conversations. If that guy would just stop asking everyone if they wanted to see his 13 inch cock every 15 seconds, maybe I could make sense of it all. So I kept looking and finally found a few chat rooms in web sites that had less than 20 people on them with real conversations. Maybe some were risque, but that was what I was looking for, after all.

  I started making new chat friends. Some were nice. Some propositioned me and if I said no they went away (which was fine with me). Most were happy to have a woman to chat with that would talk about sex. My sex life at home was getting better and more frequent. I'm married and as in all marriages, our sex had gotten complacent and stale. But chatting was turning me on and I put all that extra sexual energy into my marriage.

  Now on some sites, people put up pictures of themselves. Some are tasteful nudes, some are erotic, some are way too explicit and some are drawings. So I decided I wanted a picture I could put up. Maybe something partially clothed, showing some parts, but tasteful and not showing my face. I thought I could be wearing some sexy lingerie or something like that.

  I tried to take pictures of myself, but they just weren't very good and not at all what I wanted. Besides I didn't really have anywhere to pose that had a good, unidentifiable background. I knew my husband wouldn't like me taking these pictures, let alone putting them up on the internet. He knew I chatted sometimes with old friends but had no idea of the sexual content of my chats. So I obviously couldn't get him to take my pictures. />
  I didn't want to get involved physically with my new chat buddies. I had never met any of them and wanted to keep it that way. I wasn't looking for a new relationship, just some stimulating conversation. And I would have to really trust someone to have these kind of pictures taken of me. It was a dilemma.

  I did have one past lover that I chatted with regularly. We hadn't seen each other in 20 years and we were both happily married. We had chatted about possibly getting together because Paul didn't live too far from me, but we had never followed through. So I started thinking and wondering if I could get him to take my pictures. I knew it would be a risk because in our chats we were always talking about how we would love to explore each others bodies. Our relationship all those years ago had been explosive sexually and I know we both wondered what it would be like if we got together now. But I had never cheated on my husband and I didn't think I wanted to go down that road.

  Time went on and I kept thinking about my pictures. I knew just what I wanted to wear... I have a few pieces of lingerie that I thought I looked really good in. I just needed someone I trusted to help me pick the best outfit and then take a bunch of pictures And with digital cameras, I figured I could have lots of pictures taken from different angles and then decide which ones were the best. Then I could erase the pictures I didn't want and keep the ones I liked. I figured if I could talk Paul into doing this, I could let him keep a few of the more risque pictures if he liked them. You know, the ones I would never post or reveal to anyone.

  Now all I had to do was figure out a way to talk him into taking pictures of me in lingerie without us ending up having a sexual encounter. And that would be no easy task, since I wanted him as much or maybe even more than I think he wanted me. I'd like to think that this would just be two friends getting together for fun, laughing and taking pictures. But I wasn't fooling myself. Wearing lingerie and posing for even tasteful pictures would be almost like waving a red flag in front of an angry bull. You just knew he was going to charge. The question was, could I manage to stay out of the way and avoid his horns?