Filthy Daddy's Taboo Erotic Sex Stories

by Amira Bradford

  "Here is your uniform you will be expected to keep it looking as crisp as it does now. Every night you will wash it and have it ready to wear by morning. You will receive no pay until your airline ticket is repaid and there will be no days off unless I give you the OK."

  None of this was a problem to Maria as she had only one uniform at home and had to launder it every evening as well. She thought how could she expect Mrs. O'Neal to pay for her flight to this country and she certainly didn't mind having no days off as she knew no one and had nothing to do anyway.

  "I want you to understand you are in this country only as long as I allow it. If you do not do what I say or upset me in any way I will have you arrested and sent back to the police in your country in chains."

  Mrs. O'Neal smiled when she saw Maria shudder and she knew she had her.

  "You're still not undressed, here let me help you."

  She went to Maria and began to unbutton her dress; she slipped it off her and then the same to her slip. Maria stood embarrassed and red-faced in only her bra and panties.

  "This will never do, you stand right there, don't move, I'll be right back."

  Mrs. O'Neal left the room only to return with some lingerie,

  "This is some of my old stuff but it is so much better than these rags you are wearing, here put these on."

  Maria just stood in shock, there was just no way could she expose her privates to Mrs. O'Neal. The woman went to her and reached behind her to unclasp her bra; she then slid the straps off her shoulders exposing her breasts.

  "You have lovely breasts; they look so nice and soft."

  She then reached up and clasped a nipple between a finger and thumb. She rolled it and gave it a gentle squeeze making it harden to Maria further embarrassment. Mrs. O'Neal next helped Maria put on her new bra, she could not believe how luxurious it felt up tight against her. Next, she was instructed to pull down her panties and to put on the new. They were so tiny they almost offered no cover-up but when she turned around to say something to Mrs. O'Neal, she saw her put her old underwear to her nose.

  "I love the smell of a young girl's pussy; I think we'll get along famously."

  Maria considered this an affront to her dignity but feared upsetting Mrs. O'Neal so said nothing.

  "I will dispose of these rags for you."

  After Maria finally got dressed, she was taken to Mr. O'Neal. He had been paralyzed from the neck down by a gunshot wound and was unable even to communicate. Maria knew her job was to care for the mister, she was expected to fill his feeding tube and empty his poop tube as the Misses called it. He was to be bathed twice a week and she was expected to look after his well-being. As the only servant in the house, Maria soon found that she was to care for Mrs. O'Neal as well.

  In the early evening, she was called into Mrs. O'Neal's bedroom and instructed to prepare the Misses' bath. As the steamy water poured into the tub, she was told to undress Mrs. O'Neal. Standing naked before her she brazenly stroked her nipples, and then asked Maria what she thought of her breasts. Maria stood there speechless, so the Misses picked up her hand and put it on her naked breast. She rubbed her breast using Maria's hand and she could feel the erect nipple tickle her palm. Next, she put a foot on the tub spreading her legs exposing her most private place.

  "Maria, do you think I need to shave, put your hand here, and let me know."

  Trembling Maria did as she was told, but felt nothing but smooth skin around her pubic patch. With a shaky voice, she told her she didn't think so. Mrs. O'Neal sat in the tub while Maria bathed her including her anus and cunny. As a nurse, Maria had done this to other female patients but never with the sexual overtones that doing it to Mrs. O'Neal had. The Misses' skin felt so soft and pliant and Maria knew she must put special oils and creams to keep it so soft and lovely. As she washed her breasts, Maria remembered earlier in the day when Mrs. O'Neal had teased her nipple and how good it had felt. She began to do the same to the Misses and when she felt it harden in her fingertips, it excited her. She looked up to see Mrs. O'Neal smile and it encouraged her to move to her other breast.

  When done with her bath Mrs. O'Neal stepped out of the tub and then handed a towel to Maria. As she dried her, Maria was amazed at the luxurious towel, so large and soft, not like the coarse little thing Maria was accustomed to using. Starting at her shoulders and working down until finally kneeling to dry her legs, Maria looked up to see she was just inches from Mrs. O'Neal's private place. She was so close she could see the beads of water on her pubic hair. For just a moment, she wondered what it would be like to put her tongue between the slit of her womanhood. Embarrassed at the thought and yet she could feel her own fluids began to leak and her panties dampen. After she finished drying her she helped her into her gown and robe, then Mrs. O'Neal dismissed her for the evening.

  Maria then had a chance to launder her uniform and then to bathe herself. She looked for her nightgown and discovered that the Missed had taken it when she took all her undergarments away. She had never slept without a nightgown but without a choice, she went to bed dressed only in her new panties. As she lay there, she thought of her day and her new underwear. She ran her hand over the lacy garment unlike any she had ever seen in her own country. She wondered if they were made of satin and soon she found her hand had slipped between her legs and had found her special spot. She knew this was a sin but she couldn't stop and she thought of how close her lips had been to the misses. She now wished that she had kissed that place when she had the chance and as she thought on this, an orgasm coursed through her body.

  She heard the door open and saw Mrs. O'Neal coming into her darkened room. She was wearing her sheer nightgown and with the light from the hall behind her, she looked almost naked. Without a word, she lay down next to Maria and rested on her arm. She ran her fingers through Maria's hair as she looked into her eyes. Oddly, Maria no longer felt embarrassed by her nudity. When she smiled back to Mrs. O'Neal, the woman leaned over and kissed her. Maria returned the kiss eagerly and with passion. She bent and suckled Maria's breast and it made her moan. When the misses let her gown slip down exposing her own breasts Maria but her lips to them with a hunger that surprised her. The Misses grabbed her hair and pulled it to hold her in place, then to pull her away.

  "Undress me," she commanded, and Maria did so gladly and then the misses slid Maria's panties down and off her legs.

  Mrs. O'Neal was now on her back and her legs spread, instinctually, Maria knew what to do and she placed her lips to the misses little pearl. The naughtiness of the act only further fueled her passion. Again, the misses grabbed her hair to hold her in place. Mrs. O'Neal screamed as her orgasm came, flooding Maria's face with her juices and yet she held her in place wanting more. Again and again, she came until she pushed Maria away, saying she could take no more. Mrs. O'Neal patted the pillow for Maria to lie down next to her. She kissed her face and used her tongue to clean her own juices off Maria's face. She now held Maria next to her bosom and they cuddled while the misses drifted off to sleep. However, Maria was too aroused to sleep and soon she found her fingers slipping between that slit to find her own special spot. It didn't take long for her fingers to bring relief. When done she put her arms around her boss and it felt so good just to hold her close. Maria now felt that she was the luckiest girl alive and she gave little thank you kisses to the misses' breasts and soon was asleep herself.

  Sometime during the night, Maria awoke to the most wonderful feeling in the world. In the moonlight, she could make out the head of her boss as she knelt between Maria's legs. Maria's orgasm was unlike anything she had ever experienced and it was so intense she feared she might pass out. When Mrs. O'Neal noticed that Maria was now awake, she moved around to swing her thigh over Maria's body and soon her slit was pushed up against Maria's lips. Maria sucked at the misses' sex hungrily, greedy to return the favor. The two spent the night locked in this classic embrace of the number sixty-nine as they napped between orgasms.

  When Mr. O'
Neal passed away in the spring, Maria gladly accepted Mrs. O'Neal's offer to stay on as her assistant. Maria now spent her days with the misses doing as her boss wished. They swam together, took hikes in the woods, and enjoyed each other's company. They slept together every night and always with long bouts of sexual activity. It was a year that was beyond anything that Maria could ever have wished. When the last of the in-laws passed on the two moved into the big house on the hill together. Their boss employee relationship had now blurred into that of two lovers and so it remained.

  The End.

  Katie's New Job

  It was just another Friday. Katie sat at the desk near the front door of the gallery, IMing with a "Master wannabe." Bored, she played along with his demands to play with her clit. A little self-pleasure was better than sitting and doing nothing. After a few minutes, Katie looked up and noticed someone heading towards the front door.

  "Customer. Gotta go," she typed with one hand as she pulled the other out of her knickers.

  With a courteous smile, Katie greeted the striking, very tanned blonde as she entered the gallery. "Good morning! Welcome to the gallery. How may I help you?"

  "Good morning. I'm Cynthia, the new owner. Are you the only employee here?"

  "Very good to meet you, Cynthia. I'm Katie, and yes, I'm the only one here."

  "Any customers here, Katie?"

  "No, afraid not. It's been a very slow day."

  "In that case, please lock the door and hang the 'closed' sign on it. When you've finished that, please come to my office. Um, where is my office?"

  Katie gave her the directions to the main office and then set about locking up. While she wondered what was about to happen next, she also thought about the tall, very buxom woman she'd just met. She began to fantasize about being forced to undress and then to crawl on her knees to Cynthia as she waited in her chair. She thought about having her hair pulled and being made to lick Cynthia's pussy. When she realized how wet she was getting, she stopped fantasizing and continued on her way to the office.

  When Katie arrived in the doorway to the office, she paused to observe the new owner as she bent over the desk sorting through some papers. Cynthia was a little shorter than herself. Although very athletic looking, she had quite large breasts that appeared ready to fall out of the plunging neckline of her black dress. Katie could see the edges of the black bra that prevented that from happening.

  Katie knocked softly.

  Cynthia looked up, smiled and invited Katie to come in and sit down. "Make yourself comfortable, Katie. I have a few things I want to ask of you."

  As Katie took a seat in the chair directly in front of her, Cynthia sat down in the plush leather chair behind the desk.

  "I'll get right to the point, Katie. I'm going to be making a lot of changes here at the gallery and I need someone I can count on to help me do all kinds of things. I need someone who is familiar with what's been done in the past and who is willing to help make changes for the future. I need someone who is attentive to my business needs as well as my personal needs. I need a personal assistant and I want you to be that person. Before you say anything, let me say that I've had my eye on you ever since I saw you at the company holiday party. I know what a dedicated worker you are. I know you keep up with the latest styles. And I must say I'm very impressed by you.

  I know you're married and have children, so I took the liberty of calling your husband to see if he'd approve of your going on overnight trips with me, often with very little notice. Jamie said that wouldn't be a problem as long as all of your expenses are covered. I assured him that all expenses for any trips you take will be covered, you'll get bonuses, and you'll get a few additions to your wardrobe, too.

  Before I get your answer, I want to make it perfectly clear that in addition to arranging meetings, handling papers and other normal business related activities, you'll also be running errands for me and doing other things that may seem menial or maybe even a little humiliating to you. The plus side, though, is that you'll get to meet all of the artists that will be exhibiting work here. You'll go to parties with me. We'll go shopping together. And, if you do everything you're told with enthusiasm, you'll make me happy, you'll make plenty of money, and you can become an integral part of the success of the gallery. Oh, and you'll get a company car. I think you'd look good behind the wheel of a metallic storm red Mercedes SLK300 roadster, but you can pick any color you want. Actually, you can pick whatever car you want that doesn't cost any more than one of those, but I happen to know there's one available at Worrells if you want it.

  Oh, my! I'm getting a little ahead of myself. I haven't even gotten your response yet. One more thing! If you accept the job, you'll have to go to Castlemaine with me tonight to speak with a new artist. What do you say?"

  Katie was thinking about a new car and wondering what Cynthia meant by "a little humiliating." After remaining silent for several seconds, she asked if she could ask a few questions first.

  "Certainly, Katie. Ask whatever you want. I want you to be comfortable with every aspect of the job."

  "Well," Katie began, "I don't have a lot of business experience. If I don't know how to do something, I don't want to disappoint you. Are you willing to help when I need it?"

  "Not a problem, Katie! In the beginning, you'll be doing a lot of small tasks, going to pick up things for me, and just generally being a companion for me on the trips. As time goes on, I'll give you a little more to do, but not without giving you whatever support you need. Next question."

  "You said if I do everything I'm told with enthusiasm, I'd make you happy and make plenty of money. You also mentioned something about doing things I might think are a little humiliating. Can you give me some examples of what that might entail?"

  Cynthia laughed before saying, "It's not as bad as you make it sound, Katie! But since you asked, I'll give you an example of what might happen this weekend in Castlemaine. I want to sign an artist who specializes in photorealistic fetish paintings. All of the works I've seen are of her girlfriend in bondage. She says it's her girlfriend, but I swear she's got to be her slave - the things she has to do! Anyway, in some of the paintings, her girlfriend is performing oral sex with another woman, or she's being fucked with a strap-on, or having all sorts of things stuffed into her pussy or arse. Lesley, the artist, says she likes to get new acquaintances to do things to her girlfriend. She then photographs whatever is done and later paints from the photos. It's conceivable that you'd be asked to do something kinky to or with her girlfriend. If you do it and act like you're enjoying it, it could help to get Lesley signed on with our gallery. Does that explain it better?"

  "Um, yes, yes it does," replied Katie. "If I accept the job, you said we'll go to Castlemaine tonight. I have no idea what clothes to pack, or even if I have the right clothes to take."

  Cynthia interrupted. "If you say you'll take the job, I'll take you shopping right now and buy you everything you'll need for the trip, all the way down to a toothbrush. And don't worry about deciding what kind of car you want. We'll take care of that after we're back. I'll let you drive my car until you get a new one. It's not as sporty as the SLK300, but it does have room for luggage. It's a black, ML350 SUV."

  Katie's mind was racing, thinking about a new Merk roadster, free trips, free clothes, making more money, and the possibility of having some kinky fun. "I'd be a fool not to accept the offer," she told Cynthia.

  "Great! Fantastic!" shouted Cynthia. "Now let's go shopping so we can be ready to leave early. You call Jamie and tell him the good news. Here, use my phone."

  Katie took the phone and called her husband. As she started to explain about the trip she had to take that evening, he interrupted and said he knew all about it. He assured her he'd take care of everything until she returned, wished her a great time and told her to do everything asked of her.

  As she was saying her good-byes, Cynthia patted Katie's bum and said, "Come on, girlfriend! We've got shopping to do!" She handed the keys
to Katie, grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. "I'm so excited about having you as my personal assistant!"

  After both were in Cynthia's car, Katie asked, "Where to?"

  "I know this boutique that has the perfect clothes for this trip. Take a left out of the car park and go straight until I tell you to turn."

  Katie did as she was told, driving carefully so as not to cause any harm to her boss' vehicle. Cynthia talked a lot, telling Katie of her vision for the gallery. Every now and then she'd ask what Katie thought. Mostly, Katie simply agreed without any explanation.

  When they arrived at their destination and entered the store, a salesgirl greeted Cynthia by name. Katie was impressed. "Do you shop here often?" she asked.

  Laughing, Cynthia said she probably kept them in business. "We need to look at some sexy, slinky dresses. The kind that leave very little to the imagination! You know I want a black one, but for my new assistant, I'm thinking a deep red would be right."

  The salesgirl showed them several different styles before Cynthia picked a black one and a red one off the rack. "Come on. Let's go try these on."

  To Katie's surprise, Cynthia followed her into the dressing room. She didn't say anything as she started to remove the dress she was wearing.

  "You know, Katie," Cynthia said, "There are so many times I wish my breasts were smaller like yours." Cynthia unhooked Katie's bra and pulled it off. With both hands, she gently squeezed Katie's breasts. "Oh, those are perfect! I'll bet Jamie loves to play with them. I don't know why you hide them under a bra. When you're with me, you won't. I want everybody to know what perfect breasts you have - not like these huge things! I have to admit, though, they do get me a lot of attention." Cynthia removed her bra and let her breasts bounce free. "I mean, really," she continued. "They get in the way when I try to use a water fountain. Whenever I have to wear a bikini, I have to get a custom made top to keep them under control. That's one reason I prefer going to clothing optional beaches, but look at the tan lines they cause." Cynthia raised her breasts up to show the pale skin beneath them. "And feel them. Go on, Katie. Give them a squeeze."