Filthy Daddy's Taboo Erotic Sex Stories

by Amira Bradford

  "Now I want you to take him out," Dr. Huttenlocker told Cynthia, her bright blue eyes sparkling at her pupil's success. "Go ahead, unzip him."

  A trace of fear showed through Cynthia's dark eyes as she tentatively reached out for the handle on Marvin's zipper. She began to gently tug it down, and Marvin found himself arching his back to afford her a straighter path down his crotch.

  Cynthia managed to get the zipper all the way down without even a trace of a panic attack.

  "Now I want you to take him out, Cynthia. Go ahead. Just relax. You can do this. Just take him out."

  Cynthia ran her tongue across her lips as she pulled Marvin's jockey shorts down, exposing the tip of his shaft. The lip licking appeared to be more a nervous attempt to moisten her dry lips than the result of lustful thoughts aroused by holding Marvin's engorged member.

  "Touch him, Cynthia. Touch his bare skin."

  Cynthia reached out and touched the bare skin of Marvin's penis. He felt an electric charge go through his body as her long fingernails briefly traced their way around the hood of his shaft.

  "That's not taking him out, Cynthia. This is taking him out," Dr. Huttenlocker said, as she yanked Marvin's jockey shorts down further, exposing the full length of his shaft and his balls.

  "Isn't he beautiful, Cynthia? Go ahead, touch all of him."

  The fear was even more evident in Cynthia's eyes, which were now partially hidden by her wild black hair. Nevertheless, she reached out to trace her fingers all the down Marvin's shaft and over his now-aching balls."

  "Good, Cynthia. Very good. That wasn't so hard was it?" Dr. Huttenlocker asked. "Now I want you to undress him."

  Now Cynthia's eyes grew wide with fear, and she began to shake her head back and forth.

  "You can do it Cynthia. Look how far you have come. I will help you. Stand up, Marvin."

  Marvin stood up at best he could with his jockey shorts pulled halfway down his thighs and his organ jutting out like an artillery gun at full salute.

  Dr. Huttenlocker came around behind him, and he could feel her pubis against his naked buttocks and her firm breasts pressed tightly against his back as she reached around to unbutton his shirt.

  He swore he could feel her tongue on the nape of his neck right before she removed the shirt and pulled his tee shirt over his head. She ran her fingers briefly over the massive muscles of his back before giving him a congratulatory rub of the shoulders.

  Cynthia was shrinking away from him, so Dr. Huttenlocker said, "I will make it easy for you, Cynthia. I will strap him to the chair so that he cannot move. He can't hurt you if he is strapped to a chair, now can he, Cynthia?"

  Cynthia nodded, so Dr. Huttenlocker whispered softly, "Just sit down in the leather chair and relax, Marvin."

  Marvin did as he was told. The leather felt cold against his naked ass and back. Dr. Huttenlocker placed each of his arms on the armrest of the chair and tightened the leather straps around his wrists. Then she tightened another leather band around his chest. Marvin was now strapped in the chair, unable to move anything except his legs.

  "Isn't he beautiful, Cynthia? Don't you want to feel his chest?"

  Dr. Huttenlocker placed Cynthia's trembling hand on Marvin's chest and slowly moved it over his naked pectoral muscles and abdomen.

  "Isn't the male body beautiful, Cynthia, when it is well taken care of?"

  Dr. Huttenlocker removed her hand from Cynthia's wrist, and the shy young woman continued to move her hand up and down Marvin's naked torso, all the while staring into his eyes with her own dark orbs. She seemed to sense Marvin's own fear and smiled at him.

  "I want you to take off his shoes and socks now, Cynthia. You can do it. He can't hurt you now."

  Cynthia seemed to need no coaxing and quickly bent to untie Marvin's shoes and peel his sock off his feet.

  "Now I want you to pull his pants off him, Cynthia."

  Again, the girl needed no further coaxing. She grabbed Marvin's jockey shorts and jeans and pulled them down his thighs, her face coming within inches of Marvin's rigid tool. He could feel her breath on his shaft as she yanked his trousers off of him. He arched himself upward to help her, his member nearly brushing her cheek as she pulled the pants down his calves and over his ankles.

  Now Marvin was fully naked, strapped helpless in the chair, both excited and anxious to see what would come next.

  "Why don't you show yourself to Marvin, Cynthia?"

  The timid girl shook her head vigorously and seemed to withdraw.

  "You have to get over your fears, Cynthia. You have to be able to show your body to a man. Marvin can't hurt you. You are perfectly safe. Are you embarrassed in front of me? Here, let me help you," Dr Huttenlocker said, as she slowly began to unbutton the front of her own dress.

  "I will show you that you do not need to be afraid to be naked in front of a man. Also, if I am naked, you will feel less uncomfortable being naked in front of me."

  Dr. Huttenlocker stepped out of her high heel shoes and let her dress and slip fall to the floor around her. Now she was wearing nothing but matching black bra and panties.

  Marvin made a wild guess that Dr Huttenlocker did most of her shopping at Victoria's Secret.

  The bra and panties soon joined the dress and slip on the floor next to Dr. Huttenlocker's shoes. Marvin could see quite clearly now that Dr. Huttenlocker was a natural blonde.

  "See Cynthia, I am not afraid to stand naked before Marvin. I know he will not hurt me. Cannot hurt me. Now you try."

  Cynthia shook her head. So Dr Huttenlocker said, "How about just your top, Cythnia? I know you feel about down there. You don't have to do anything about down there today. We have time. All the time in the world. But at least take off your top today. Make a first step."

  Cynthia gulped, nodded, then pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing a simple tan bra underneath.

  "That too," commanded Dr. Huttenlocker. Cynthia slowly reached behind her back to unhook the bra. She let it fall to the floor. Marvin saw that her breasts were small but full and firm, with rose-colored nipples.

  "Now, you have touched Marvin. I want you to let Marvin touch you. I want you to do this," Dr Huttenlocker said, as she climbed aboard Marvin's chair, straddling him. Marvin could feel the fur of her pubis as it pressed against his throbbing shaft. She moved to the side and placed the nipple of her right breast against Marvin's lips.

  "I want you to let him do this." she said as she pressed her breast into Marvin's mouth. "Suck it, Marvin," she said. "Suck it like a good little baby."

  Marvin sucked, like a very good, very hungry little baby.

  Dr. Huttenlocker moaned in pleasure. She seemed to be enjoying her work as much as Marvin was enjoying his. She rubbed her tit back and forth in his mouth before sliding over to offer Marvin the left breast, which he treated in the same fashion.

  "You can take pleasure from a man. You do not always have to be the one to give. Sex can be ecstasy, Cythnia. It doesn't have to be painful, the way it was for you." Dr Huttenlocker kissed Marvin on the cheek as she slid off him.

  "Now I want you to try," she told Cynthia. "After all, you are going to have to do this for your baby one day. Try it now. See how it feels. He can't hurt you. He can't grab you. He is strapped to a chair."

  Cynthia nodded and climbed aboard the chair, straddling Marvin, her denim jeans pressing against his naked balls. She lifted her left breast and placed it in Marvin's mouth.

  Marvin sensed that he should go more slowly than with the eager Dr. Huttonlocker, so he slowly traced his tongue around Cynthia's nipple, feeling it become erect in his mouth as he nibbled on it.

  He took more of Cynthia's breast in his mouth as she grabbed the top of the chair and pressed herself more tightly against him, rubbing her breast up and down in his mouth.

  She was soon moaning like Dr. Huttenlocker. Quickly she grabbed his head and forced his mouth over her other breast, riding him as though he were fucking her. The bare skin of her
torso felt cool and soft against his own flesh, as she bounced on his lap and ground herself into him.

  "Very good, Cynthia. Very, very good. I think we can go even further than we thought today. I want you to try taking him in your mouth."

  Cynthia stopped in her rocking motion and looked fearfully at Dr. Huttenlocker. "I can't. I don't think I'm ready for that," she said.

  "I know what they made you do, Cynthia. But the act can be beautiful. Here, let me show you how."

  Cynthia climbed off Marvin, and Dr Huttlenlocker knelt before him, holding his aching organ up for examination with her thumb and index finger. "You have to lick them here, Cynthia," Dr. Huttenlocker said, indicating the underside of Marvin's shaft and the sensitive spot right beneath the helmet. If you lick them here, they are powerless. They will just lie back and let you work your will on them, even if they are not strapped down the way Marvin is. Here, I will show you."

  Dr Huttenlocker held Marvin's prick out for Cynthia's examination, as she licked up and down the length of it. "It is fun to lick their balls too. You can take them right in your mouth," she told Cynthia as she ran her tongue over Marvin's balls. She quickly took the right and then the left one in her mouth, sucking them and running her tongue over them.

  "Of course the most fun is to take them all the way inside, like this," she said, and she engulfed Marvin's prick in her mouth, her practiced tongue working its magic on Marvin. His whole body felt ready to explode. But he tried to save himself for Cynthia, despite the fact that this was the very first time a woman had ever taken him inside any part of her body. He knew Dr. Huttenlocker would want him to wait.

  He was thankful that he was in the hands of a trained professional. He did not explode in Dr. Huttenlocker's mouth as he feared he would. Dr. Huttenlocker finally took her mouth off of him and told Cynthia, "Of course the most delicious part is when they squirt in your mouth. It is so warm and yummy. But I want to save that for you. It is your turn now."

  Dr. Huttenlocker began rubbing Marvin's organ down with a damp cloth. "I am just cleaning him for you. Don't want you catching any colds from me. Of course, you don't have to worry about Marvin. He has been thoroughly tested for all relevant diseases. You won't get anything from him. Now go ahead. I know you can do this, Cynthia."

  Cynthia knelt before Marvin, but looked back at Dr. Huttenlocker uncertainly.

  Dr. Huttenlocker came around behind Cynthia and placed her hands on the timid woman's shoulders.

  "I know what they made you do, Cynthia. I know what you must be feeling. But you can do this, Cynthia. You have to do this, or you'll never get better," Dr Huttenlocker whispered in Cynthia's ear.

  Dr. Huttenlocker's silky smooth blond tresses were now thoroughly mixed with Cynthia's scraggly dark hair and her breasts were pressed against Cythnia's naked back. Marvin could barely tell where one woman's body began and the other's ended.

  "Just take the tip in your mouth, Cynthia. I will be right here with you. He can't hurt you. He is strapped to the chair," Dr. Huttenlocker whispered, and Cynthia began to lower her head upon Marvin's upright prick. Marvin thought he saw Dr. Huttenlocker flick her tongue in the young woman's ear and then briefly take her earlobe into her mouth. Sexologists must have a fairly liberal code of professional ethics, Marvin thought.

  An electric charge seemed to go through Marvin's body as Cynthia lowered her mouth upon his organ. He was finally going to spend himself inside a woman's body, and he was glad that the first time was going to be with Cynthia. He felt her hurt, truly liked this young woman.

  "Now glide your way down him," Dr. Huttenlocker breathed, her tongue never leaving Cythnia's earlobe.

  Cynthia glided down him, and her breasts brushed against Marvin's naked thighs on the downstroke.

  "Again," said Dr Huttenlocker, and Cynthia plunged her mouth down on him again. Cynthia grabbed his throbbing organ with her right hand. He could feel her fingernails scratching their way down his shaft and over his balls as she began to bob up and down on his engorged prick.

  Cynthia seemed to really be getting into it now as she plunged up and down on his prick. Her right hand now enclosed his balls, which she squeezed intermittently as she sucked him. He could feel her sharp fingernails tracing their way around his balls, as she played with them like Rafael Nadal deciding which tennis ball to serve.

  She took her mouth off Marvin's prick for a minute, gave him a mischievous smile and then lowered her mouth to his balls, her tongue tracing their way around them as she took them in her mouth alternately and sucked them gently.

  Marvin wished he could reach down and stroke her hair, but his arms were strapped tightly to the chair.

  She slowly traced her tongue over the front of his balls, up his shaft and then plunged Marvin into her mouth once again.

  This time there was no gentleness as she sucked Marvin like a famished infant at its mother's breast and squeezed Marvin's balls in her right hand.

  Marvin arched into her as best he could in his shackled position, as Cynthia continued to move her mouth and tongue rapidly up and down his prick.

  Soon Dr. Huttenlocker was behind her again, resting her breasts against the girl's back protectively and licking her ear as the girl sucked more wildly on Marvin's prick.

  Finally, Marvin's whole body went taut, and his legs locked in muscular tension as he came in Cynthia's mouth in a torrent that was unlike anything he had ever experienced before his in life. He seemed to come forever, but Cynthia did not release him from her mouth until every drop was spent.

  She smiled at him when she finally came off him, his cum dripping from her cheek, and she looked at Dr. Huttenlocker and grinned. Both women laughed in delight.

  Marvin sank back in his chair, his body glowing from head to toe. And to think that his high school guidance counselor had told him that he would happiest in a career as a city planner.

  No, if he was certain of one thing in life, it was this. He had definitely made the right career choice at last.

  The End.

  Matthew's Journey

  It wasn't until after my third divorce that I decided to try and fulfill a fantasy I have had for many years, to be the slave of a beautiful dominant woman. I joined numerous dating websites and scoured the internet for possible ways to find my dominant soul mate.

  I had ads going on alt.com, bdsm.com and numerous other sites stating what I was (a submissive male) who wanted to completely serve a beautiful dominant absolutely. I gave an honest description of myself, 45 y/o, 6-3, 230 lbs, and had a picture of myself in all the ads.

  For the first month there was no response to any of my ads. Then I started to receive the responses from obviously Professional Dominatrixes, offering me training for a fee, and numerous ones from guys saying I could receive training from them if I sucked their cock. While I couldn't think of anything more submissive I wasn't gay and I couldn't get sexually attracted to a Man. Several more months went by with no female responses, but I was becoming more and more determined to become the "slave" I had fantasized about

  After the eighth month of masturbating to fantasies and reinforcing my need to submit, the idea of me being a slave to a Man started to take shape in my head. I reasoned that if I was truly going to be a slave, it would take a Man to make me one, and what difference would it be to a slave anyway. It was during that time that I started to receive the first few emails from Michael C. He responded to my ad in Alt.com me stating he was looking for a complete slave, not a fantasy fulfillment. He said he initially sought out a female slave, but was now considering a male slave as his location brought him few responses from females.

  He asked me if I was interested in becoming a fully owned slave or if I was just into this because I liked to jerk off to fantasies of submission. He asked me to write back and give him my impressions of what a slave would do for its owner. His only comment was not to write back unless I was truly interested, as the process would begin then.

  In his email he said he lived in a s
mall town in Alaska, so I felt there was no harm in writing him, and it would be good for me to put down on paper what I thought a slave should do for it's owner. I started with listing all of the things my wife's had done, including cooking, cleaning, laundry, gardening, providing sex, and then continued with the stuff around the house I would do like repair things, mow the grass, paint, maintain the vehicles, etc. When I was done I sent a fairly extensive list to Michael and waited to see what He said.

  Although I checked every night for a response it was not until two weeks had passed that I received the following response,

  "Good boy, matthew. The list was a good start. I am glad you understand you will have both female and male responsibilities. If you wish to continue any further send me a copy, front and back of your drivers license, and tell me about your sex life, now and in the past before your wife found some one better, Michael C."

  While that last comment stung a little I realized it was a way for him to be the Superior and me to be shown my place. Although I was nervous about sending him a copy of my driver's license, I was in my car looking for a local store with a copy machine. I still figured he was so far away it wouldn't matter. When I got back to my place I started to write out my sexual experiences. I told him how sex with my past wives had been fairly normal, either missionary position or with her on top. Of course I had a few blowjobs in my time, though the longer I was with a woman, the less frequent they became. I told him I had gone down on them too, though usually not that often, or for too long. Only my first wife seemed to enjoy it much. I told him that I sometimes put on a pair of my wife's panties and a bra and jerked off, but never with their knowledge. ( I figured what the hell, I might as well be truthful). I told him that for the past 8 months or more I have just been checking out porn and playing with myself.

  After I sent it off I waited patiently for a reply but it did not come for three weeks. When it finally did come it was short and sweet, "boy, have you ever sucked cock or stuck your tongue up an asshole?, are you wearing panties now? Sir"

  I quickly replied No Sir to the first two, and yes to the last, then hit send and waited. This time the response was immediate. Send me a picture of yourself with panties on and a Man's cock in your mouth within 5 days or this is over. Do it!"