Filthy Daddy's Taboo Erotic Sex Stories

by Amira Bradford

  Jeanine reached down and gave my hard cock a few strokes. I was certain I was going to cum, but she stopped before I could. She then grabbed my balls and gave them a hard squeeze. I cried out in pain and was certain I was going to pass out. She finally let go and went back to the front desk, leaving me bound to my chair with my hard cock pulsing in my panties.

  She came back about 30 minutes later to find my erection was finally going down. She grabbed my cock in her hand and it instantly sprang back to life. She stroked me for about a minute and I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching. Sensing my pleasure, she once again stopped and started squeezing my balls. I could tell that she was getting turned on and she started to finger herself underneath her skirt as she was crushing my balls with her other hand. She started moaning and I could tell she was approaching climax which only caused her grip on my aching balls to tighten. She let out a moan as she came and gave my balls a squeeze that brought tears to my eyes as I cried out in pain. She finished up and asked me if I wanted to cum. I begged her to please let me cum. She slowly started stroking my cock and I could feel my orgasm building up. I had been teased and tormented for hours now, and my cock was ready to explode. She started stroking faster and I knew that I was close. As soon as my cock started to pulse, she stopped stroking and removed her hand. I gasped in stunned dismay as my cock stopped pulsing and my cum slowly trickled out of the head of my cock. I was having an orgasm, but without the satisfaction. She laughed as she knew what she had done. She had completely ruined my orgasm. My cock started to shrink, but yet I was still extremely aroused as if I hadn't had an orgasm at all.

  Jeanine untied me and told me to go clean myself off as my load had gotten all over my panties. She retrieved my pants for me and I headed for the bathroom. When I returned, she had already left for the day and another employee was on duty. I went back into my office and all of the ropes were gone and the box of panties was shoved underneath my desk. I sat in my chair in silence for the remainder of the day as I tried to digest what had just happened.

  Over the next few weeks she continued to torture me while I was at work. One day she tied me to the chair, pulled out a pair of latex gloves and a tube of icy hot. She put the gloves on and squirted the icy hot all in the palm and began rubbing it all over my cock. At first it felt good, but the icy hot on my cock started to burn and she laughed as she stroked me harder. She stopped stroking before I could cum and left me tied up in agony as my cock burned. About an hour later, she returned to stroke more icy hot on my cock. This went on throughout the day and she never would allow my cock the reprieve from the icy hot. By the end of the day, my cock was bright red and felt like it was on fire, and she never did allow me to cum.

  Jeanine decided that having her fun with me was too risky at work as she had many more things in mind for me. She emailed me on one of her days off with directions to her apartment and to be there at noon, in my panties, and that I had better not be late. This would be one of many lunch breaks that I won't soon forget.

  When I arrived at her apartment, she met me at the door in her panties and bra. She told me to come in and strip down to my panties. Jeanine grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to her bedroom and told me to lie on the bed. She already had ropes tied to the four corners in slip nooses so she could easily tie me down. She put my wrists and ankles through the slip nooses and tightened them up so that I was tied spread eagle to her bed. She pulled out her camera and started taking pictures of me in my panties, and completely exposed.

  Jeanine then pulled off her panties and straddled my chest so that she was facing my cock and her pussy was in my face. She pulled out a small paddle and started smacking my balls. I cried out in pain and she slammed her pussy back on my face and started smothering me. Her wet cunt was covering my mouth and my nose had slid into her ass and I was struggling for breath. I felt as if I was going to pass out when she bent forward allowing me to breathe. But this was replaced by her smacking my balls with the paddle again. She repeated the process of smothering and busting my balls for several minutes until she settled for smothering me until she had an orgasm that left her gasping for air.

  Jeanine went to her closet and pulled out an odd looking plastic bottle. It looked like a coke bottle only skinnier that she had cut the bottom off of and had taped a toilet paper roll to it so that it formed a long tube. She untied my ankles and pulled my panties off. She took the end of the toilet paper roll and slid my cock all the way inside so that the head of my cock was now inside of the bottle. She grabbed my ankles and forced my legs over my head, and quickly spun her body around so that she was straddling the backs of my knees. She positioned herself so that the bottle was now inches from my face and I was looking directly up at her pussy.....that powerful pussy that was a symbol of her conquering me. She had easy access to my balls in this position and gently gave them a smack. She took the end of the bottle and forced it to my mouth and told me to open. Her plan had suddenly become clear to me. I shook my head no and forced my lips closed. She grinned and started smacking my balls harder. She told me she wouldn't let up until I opened my mouth. Unable to take any more, I finally opened my mouth and she slid the end of the bottle in. One end of my cock was now in the toilet paper roll that was taped to the bottle that was now in my mouth. Jeanine laughed as she started to stroke my cock. "You're going to eat your own cum, you little bitch." I tried my best to hold back my orgasm, but it was virtually impossible in that position. Looking up at her sexy shaved cunt, I was powerless to her as my cock suddenly began to spasm and my balls started to drain. The first spurt of cum shot straight down the bottle, and into my mouth. I gagged from the taste, but she kept stroking more cum from my cock and I could see it traveling down the bottle and into my mouth. She held me in that position until she had drained my cock and was satisfied that I had swallowed every last drop. When she was done, she told me to get dressed and go back to work.

  I had many visits to her apartment over the next couple of years, and many of those visits yielded the same results. She continued to torment me and use me however she saw fit. Rarely did I have an orgasm that wasn't associated with pain or in my own mouth. It was with sadness and relief when she took a job in another town and moved away. I had grown accustomed to being her bitch and I was turned on by her tormenting and humiliating me. She would continue to black mail me on occasion, whenever it suited her needs. I would occasionally get an email instructing me to put on panties and email her a picture, and one time she made me jerk off with icy hot and email her the pictures as proof. But the emails started to come with less frequency and eventually not at all.

  After a couple of years, I got a phone call from her out of the blue. I was shocked to hear her voice. She had another slave and had a special treat in store for him. She was going to make him suck a cock. She told me that I still belonged to her, so I was going to be the one to get my dick sucked by another guy. I was horrified at the thought, but Jeanine told me that she had a ton of pictures of me and that I had better do as she said. She told me she could easily post those pictures to one of the many sites online that catered to men wearing panties, or caught jerking off, or eating their own cum. I had no choice but to agree. She told me that they were going to come and stay in my hotel, and that is where it would take place.

  Leading up to the date, Jeanine sent me a package with a new pair of panties and a note instructing me to wear them for when they arrived. I was nervously anticipating the day, and it soon arrived. I waited at work until late for them to check-in, but eventually decided to head home as they had not yet arrived. The following morning, I had an email from Jeanine. It instructed me to come up to her room at 10:00 that morning and to have my panties on. At 10:00 sharp, I left my office and headed to her room.

  Jeanine met me at the door and invited me in. I nervously asked her where the guy was, noting the closed bathroom door, but she told me that he bailed at the last minute. She decided to come anyways so that she could have some fun with me. I
was instructed to strip down to my panties and get on the bed. She tied me to the bed and proceeded to bust my balls and smother me. She rode my face to orgasm and then untied me. She pulled a chair up and told me to sit down. She tied my hands behind the chair and tied my ankles to the legs. She pulled my cock out of the side of my panties and started stroking it. She asked me if I wanted to cum and I begged her to let me. "You can come out now, Jim", she called. I was shocked and didn't quite know what was going on. This guy steps out of the bathroom and walks over to us. She puts her hand on his cock and starts stroking it and I'm shocked at how huge it is. She looked down at my cock, and made comment that she was aware of how much smaller mine was. I was nervous as I anticipated what was about to come. I had never imagined allowing a guy to suck my cock. It didn't turn me on at all. But Jeanine had another surprise in mind for me. Sensing my puzzled look, she said "Not to worry, George. Jim isn't going to be sucking your cock. I decided that you are going to suck his. Now open your mouth and take that big fat cock in". I felt all of the blood drain from my face as I realized she wasn't joking. I also knew that I was tied up and completely vulnerable and could do nothing to prevent what was about to happen. Jeanine went to her purse and pulled out her camera. She reached down and squeezed my balls, and again told me to open my mouth. Unable to take the pain any longer, I opened my mouth and Jim stuck his fat cock in. Jeanine squealed with laughter and started snapping pictures of me sucking his cock. She told me I better make him cum or else these pictures would definitely be posted on the internet.

  Not knowing what else to do, I sucked Jim for all that I had. Partly because I didn't want those photos to ever be posted anywhere, and partly to get it over with as quickly as possible. Jeanine grabbed the back of my head and pumped me back and forth on his cock. I was gagging as his big dick slid further down my throat. Jim finally shot his load and Jeanine held me there until I swallowed every last drop. She took a few more pictures of me and then took my cock in her mouth and sucked me off to an incredible orgasm.

  Jeanine and Jim disappeared into the bathroom and I could hear them taking a shower. I struggled to get free, but eventually gave up. After about 20 minutes, they both came out and she told Jim to load up the car as they were leaving. When he left the room, she walked over to her bag and pulled something out. It was a piece of Styrofoam that was about 4 inches square and about a quarter of an inch thick with a smaller hole cut in the middle. She looked down at my now limp cock and smiled. She grabbed my balls and pulled them through the hole and then used her finger to poke my cock through so that my cock and balls were now sticking through the hole. She bent down and started to suck on my cock. Even though I had had an orgasm a short while ago, it didn't take long for my cock to swell to a full erection. As my cock grew in her mouth, I could feel the hole tightening around my cock and balls. She continued to suck me off for about another 10 minutes. Just as I was about to cum again, she stopped, leaving my hard cock pulsing in mid air.

  Jeanine smiled as she got the last of her things together. She pulled a pair of her panties out of her bag and shoved them in my mouth and secured it with a piece of duct tape. "I'm going to loosen your ropes slightly so that you have a chance to get free. If you don't, I suppose one of your housekeepers will find you. I'm going to let the front desk know that we will be staying another night, however we really aren't. I would say that your cock is swollen enough to where you won't be able to lose your erection at this point. You probably have about 4 hours or so before permanent damage will be done. " She kissed me on the forehead and walked out the door.

  I struggled with the ropes and looked down at my trapped cock that was now starting to turn purple. Panic was setting in as I knew I had to get free before someone found me like this. After about 3 hours, I finally got my hands free and was able to break the Styrofoam off of my now black cock. The blood started to circulate and I was thankful that no permanent damage was done.

  I haven't seen Jeanine since that day. She did send me an email once asking me if I had seen the pictures. I knew she had posted them somewhere online. It was her style and I wouldn't have expected anything less from her. Honestly, I couldn't blame her if she did. I continue to search the internet for the photos that I know she posted and could still blackmail me with to this day. She still holds me under her power. I long for her humiliation and torture. I long to see her powerful pussy over top of me....dominating me....as she makes me swallow my own load.

  The End.

  Raquel's Driving Game

  "Hmm... well, this is what we get for taking the short cut," said Joachim, with a smirk, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. Raquel let out a resigned chuckle. They were driving back home in Joachim's Toyota Corolla, returning from spending the weekend at a friend's place, and unfortunately, the main highway back was congested from construction bottlenecking rush hour. Bumper to bumper, gaining maybe a couple of feet of ground every minute, they were pretty thoroughly stuck. At least the weather was nice, warm but with a cool breeze, so they weren't roasting in the car as long as the windows were open.

  Joachim glanced to Raquel. "Well, hun, can you see how far it stretches?"

  Raquel was already focusing her psychic power to cast her gaze out, clairvoyantly following the stretch of road for several miles out. "Jeez, we're going to be here a while. There's like an 8 mile back up. Two miles until the side road."

  "Ah, I love having a psychic wife," said Joachim with a grin. "Makes life so convenient."

  Raquel who winked back. "Always happy to be of service, dear," she said. They sat in silence for a while, Raquel flipping through radio channels, but finding nothing but adds and irritating talk segments. She sighed. "This is why we should have taken my car. I always have a couple books in the backseat for just such an occasion." She fished in her bag at her feet, and pulled out an issue of Time. "Alas, I've only one magazine, and I don't feel like sharing." She stuck her tongue out playfully at Joachim.

  "Damn you hindsight!" said Joachim. They both laughed. Joachim thought for a moment. "Well... I might have an idea to pass the time," he offered.

  "Oh?" said Raquel. Joachim just looked at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and without even having to read his mind, Raquel knew exactly what he was thinking. She smiled at him. "Oh, you're so bad." She leaned over and kissed him. "We could be here quite a while, you really think you can take it the whole time?"

  "Well, least till the next turn off," said Joachim. "Then we can break off and find a less cluster fucked route."

  "Well, just in case, I'm getting behind the wheel, okay?" said Raquel.

  "Fair enough," said Joachim, grinning wide. They waited until the cars stopped moving again, then got out, and quickly switched places, Raquel getting behind the wheel, Joachim in the passenger seat, reclining the chair back. Raquel glanced over, noting Joachim already had an erection making a bulge in his shorts.

  "Ready, hun?" she said. Joachim nodded, and Raquel took his hand, giving it a kiss. Then, as she eased the car along with a slow crawl of traffic, she reached out with her mind to caress Joachim's psyche.

  It was a wicked game they had played a couple times during long trips. Raquel would use her psychic influence to stimulate the nerves of Joachim's body, sending telepathically induced ripples of pleasure through him. Gently at first, but over time she would increase the intensity. She would not let Joachim achieve orgasm, psychically blocking him from achieving release, and he was not allowed to touch himself. He was also not allowed to touch her until they reached their destination; however, as soon as they were able to get some privacy (sometimes reaching the hotel, sometimes just pulling over into a hidden area), she would relent her psychic strokes and release the block on his orgasm. He was then allowed to do anything he wanted to her, fuck any hole from any position until he was thoroughly satisfied. Raquel would thrill to how powerfully he took her, swept up in his passion. She savored his every release, knowing she was the cause, and through her psychic link, h
is climax sent torrents of pleasure through her, causing her to climax with him.

  This time, however, Raquel smiled slyly as she decided to mix things up a bit. As Joachim let out a pleased sigh from the telepathic touches, she took her magazine and flipped through it while she eased the car along with the flow of traffic, such as it was. Five minutes went by, then ten, then twenty. Joachim squirmed a bit and glanced to her. Both were wearing shorts and tee-shirts, and while Raquel's shirt wasn't designed to show off any cleavage, Joachim nonetheless admired the swell of her breasts.

  Raquel picked up on his attentions, glanced over, and smiled at him. She slightly increased the strength of her mental caresses. Joachim let out a breath and settled himself in for the ride. He kept glancing at the mile markers until finally, the side road was in sight, about a half mile away. It'd be a longer road home, but he was confident he could handle it, better than trying to creep through the traffic jam. As they neared the turn off, Joachim closed his eyes and let himself ease more into her touch. His eyes fluttered open again a few minutes later, as Raquel again increased the stimulation, and he gasped. Joachim checked the mile markers again and blinked.