Filthy Daddy's Taboo Erotic Sex Stories

by Amira Bradford

  Jordan stood up, now with a bulge in his pants. He pulled both girls apart, grabbing the back of their necks. He kissed Lea's mouth while Melinda kissed his cheek and neck; his hands making her ways to their butts and grabbing them strongly. Their kiss lasted for several minutes, none of them wanted to let go. A simple kiss was bringing the three of them so much pleasure that they could only imagine how much pleasure would follow.

  Jordan broke the kiss and turned to Melinda. Instead of kissing her lips, he started to take off her clothes. Lea decided to kneel and start to unbuckle Jordan's belt. By the time his belt was undone, Melinda was standing right beside Lea and Jordan, wearing only her black thong and matching lacy bra as well as her sandals. No doubt, Melinda looked great dressed; but she looked stunning undressed. It certainly was a vision.

  Melinda knelt right next to Lea and started unbuttoning Jordan's jeans. Lea took off her pink top and set her breasts free from the fabric, letting them bounce a little. Amazing as it may seem, she wasn't wearing a bra. Now she just had her white miniskirt on. Was she wearing any panties?

  Jordan unzipped his pants and took them off. Black boxer shorts weren't enough to disguise his throbbing member. Both girls caressed his cock through the fabric, feeling how big it was. It felt strong and hard on their hands; they loved it. Melinda's free hand made its way to Lea's breasts, touching and massing them, softly pinching the hard nipples.

  The girls' hands played with the elastic band on Jordan's boxers and soon decided it was time to take them out. They did and his hard cock stood erect before them, ready to be worshiped. Both kissed their way up his legs, Lea on his right side and Melinda on his left. Jordan felt two tongues on his balls, licking them slowly. He looked down and saw both tongues touch as they licked. The girls were looking into each other's eyes, knowing the pleasure that would come.

  Melinda moved first, taking Jordan's cock in her mouth. She sucked the tip of it lightly for a while but soon she was sucking hard. Meanwhile, Lea knelt right behind her friend and undid her bra. She played with her breasts as Melinda had played with hers. Melinda took into her mouth more of Jordan's cock and Lea let one hand slide down Melinda's stomach and down to her lower abdomen. Uncertain of what to do, she let her hand rest there but kissed her friends neck from behind. Melinda's muffled moans have her the incentive she needed to let her hand slide inside her black thong to find her sex.

  Lea wasn't ready at all for what she encountered. She touched the soft, swollen lips of Melinda's pussy but they were so wet she didn't even need to make an effort for them to open up and give her access to her warm pussy. Lea found Melinda's small clit while she watched Jordan's cock go deeper inside her friend's mouth. Lea flicked the tiny bud in her fingers and felt Melinda get instantly wetter.

  Melinda couldn't believe this was finally happening. Her mouth was being filled with a big, delicious cock; her clit was being teased by the girl she had been fantasizing about for so long. She took in more of Jordan's cock. She sucked it hard and then let it slide in and out of her mouth easily, pressing her lips tight.

  Jordan grabbed Melinda's hair to make her suck his dick as he wanted her to. She shoved his cock in her throat, not really caring if it was in too deep or not.

  "Suck it. Suck it all real nice, you slut." He said. Melinda's lips were soft and her mouth warm and wet.

  After a while, Jordan let go of Melinda's hair and took his cock away from her. He sat on the sofa again, as if signaling he wanted to see some more girl on girl action take place. Melinda got rid of her panties, still kneeling, and knew exactly what she wanted to do next. Lea understood and got rid of her skirt as well. No panties to be seen, just her perfect mound. She parted her legs slightly and Melinda crawled underneath them.

  Melinda was finally getting a taste of Lea's pussy. She ran her tongue against an almost dripping wet pussy and tasted the salty juices. They were all she had imagined and more. Her lips wrapped around her clit and she sucked it. Lea's legs were starting to tremble a little bit with pleasure but she could barely stand when Melinda's hand touched her. Melinda let one finger slide inside of her and teased her hole. Lea moaned and leaned forward. Before she could reach Melinda's shoulders with her hands, Jordan was already there, helping her stand. He guided them both to the bedroom, where a king-size bed awaited them.

  Jordan grabbed Melinda's arm and threw her on the bed; he was being aggressive with her purposely. Melinda fell on the bed with legs spread open so both he and Lea could see what her pussy looked like. It was pink and glistening with delicious juices. Both Jordan and Lea licked it slowly, kissing each other at the same time. All that Melinda could do was moan.

  "Lea, go sit on her face. Go sit on her face and I'll tell this whore how to lick that perfect pussy you have." And Lea did what she was told.

  "Lick her slit, nice and slow. Do you hear me, you filthy whore? Lick it like this." Jordan lowered his lips and licked Melinda's pussy just the way he wanted Melinda to lick Lea. His cock was begging for attention so he stopped licking and decided to fuck Melinda's cunt. He let the tip in first and felt her wetness all around him. He pushed more of his member in and soon, he was all inside her tight pussy, stretching her beyond belief. He pounded slowly at first, occasionally rubbing her clit with his thumb.

  Lea grinded her pussy against Melinda's face and moaned louder. She was close to orgasm, she could tell.

  "This horny bitch is doing a good job, is she, Lea? You're going to cum on her face, aren't you? You're a little slut." Lea did cum on Melinda's face. Melinda licked all that she could, Lea's cum was so tasty, sweet and salty at the same time, definitely creamy. Lea's grinding subsided as she calmed down.

  Jordan took his big, thick cock out of Melinda and gave it to Lea. Lea, who was now kneeling on the edge of the bed sucked it, tasting her friend in it. Jordan kept fingering Melinda's, whose face was wet with Lea's cum. It was the perfect sight.

  Jordan took his cock out of Lea's mouth to slap her face with it while he was calling her all sorts of dirty names. Melinda giggled.

  Lea went on all fours on the bed. Her pussy desperately needed to be fucked by Jordan's cock. She could feel it dripping and shivering. Jordan couldn't help but finally fuck that perfect pussy. He knew that pussy well, he knew what made Lea scream and moan, and he knew what would make her cum. Before putting his big dick inside of her, he slapped his ass, telling her what a nice fuck doll she was. Then, he felt his cock being welcomed in that familiar, sensitive pussy. He pounded fast, he needed relief.

  Melinda slid beneath Lea, her face towards her crotch. All Lea would have to do was lower her face to lick Melinda and so she did. Melinda felt Lea's lips on her pussy and let go, ready to orgasm. She looked up and right above her face, she saw Jordan's cock going in and out of Lea's perfect pussy. She reached up and stick her tongue out, so it was not only touching Lea's protruding and swollen clit, but also Jordan's cock. Melinda started to get hotter and shivering. She would have gotten wetter, if she could. But she couldn't. Her moaning intensified and so did Lea's. They were both so close to ecstasy, so close to mind blowing orgasms... their moans turned into screams as they both came, together. Jordan spanked Lea's butt cheeks, hard. He didn't stop calling her a slut. Their pussies were both shaking and dripping together and this had been Lea's second orgasm. She couldn't take anymore, she escaped Jordan's thrusts. He simply smiled; he had Melinda.

  Quickly, he got on top of her, fucking her pussy hard. Lea was watching, trying hard to catch her breath. Melinda has moaning loudly, arching her back, almost crying. Her orgasm had made her so sensitive that having Jordan fuck her now was torture. A delicious torture, but still, it was torture. She begged him to stop.

  Jordan couldn't hold back anymore. He just couldn't. His balls were tight and he was throbbing more than ever before. His spurted his cum all over Melinda's tight walls, leaving her pussy even wetter. Her sex was dripping her own juices and now it was dripping Jordan's cum, too. He couldn't move as he was drained of al
l energy. It wasn't until Lea pushed him aside that he realized he was still inside Melinda.

  Lea licked Melinda's pussy clean. She licked her juices and his cum. She loved the combination of her saltiness and his bitterness. Melinda couldn't even moan anymore but she was going to cum again soon. All it took was Lea's lips around her clit, sucking it. She came hard again, right on her best friend's face. Lea giggled and licked her clean all over again.

  Once Melinda caught her breath a little, she moved her torso so she would be closer to Jordan and lick him clean as well. She tasted herself, Lea and his cum. She wanted more of that taste; she wanted that taste to linger in her mouth forever.

  Once all three of them had a moment to rest, they got under the covers, naked. Lea to the right, Jordan between both girls. They drifted to a peaceful sleep.

  The End.

  Sylvia's Request

  It was the great festival of Leantris in the city of Karana and Valentine was happily in his element. He walked through the familiar districts of his home town, heading towards the parks located in the centre of the city. He had moved away from the poorer Barrio district, where his favourite inn was located and into the large market. Some of the stalls were still present and had been decorated with bright green and yellow ribbons and banners of matching colours, the colours of the Goddess of Life and Nature. He walked passed a small cake stall and purchased a small seed cake to munch on as he walked to the Parks district. There were revellers drinking everywhere he turned; the city had two reasons to celebrate this day. The treaty between Karana and Tamrain had recently been signed, ending the eighteen months of civil war that had ravaged the region. The Spring Festival of New Life seemed like a good day to make the signing official and celebrate the new found peace.

  As he walked through the market and passed through the archway into the Muntz district he noticed Karanan men rubbing shoulders with Tamrainian's; those who they would have killed only a week before hand. He smiled and inclined his head at a few well dressed ladies as he walked by, pondering the confusions of the war he had so recently fought in. He continued to ponder the futility of the past strife as he walked through the district, which was also decorated with green and yellow ribbons. He climbed the steep hill that was the east side of the Muntz and passed through into Tyseley. The houses here became larger and he knew he was nearing the parks that surrounded the tower dedicated to the Spring Goddess. The streets were distinctly more crowded as well, elaboratly dressed people clad in the colours of the Lady, as well as the red and white of Karana mixed with the blue emblem of Tamrain, spilled out of the pubs and lined the streets.

  There were more than a few drunken soldiers... ex-soldiers, along the streets, being hugged by a group of young women, little more than girls. He smiled again as he passed them, having decided to not use the excuse that he was a soldier, and therefore a hero, to get attention from them. He finally crossed through into the parks, walking under another well decorated archway strewn with yet more ribbons and flowers. There were a lot of people on the large lawn, relaxing in the warm spring sunshine. It looked like the entire east side of the city has turned out to see the parade put on for the goddess. He had already missed that particular event but had agreed to meet a friend anyway. He walked onto the grass and crossed it, taking the most direct route to the tower which dominated the large lawn. He pushed his dark hair out of his face and gathered his strength. He could not help but wonder what was required of him on the day of the Spring Lady. He passed another group of middle aged merchants and nodded as he did so, they raised their wine glasses in his direction and he let out a laugh and a salute.

  He turned to the tower and spotted a young woman waving enthusiastically at him. He raised his arm and walked swiftly over to her. "Hello Valentine." she smiled.

  "Sylvia." he nodded.

  "Leantris watch over you." she said, placing a hand on his left shoulder in blessing. "Thank you for coming to see me at such a time."

  "Anything for you." he replied. "How can I help you?"

  "Please, come inside and I will explain everything to you." he gave her a puzzled look but she shook her head and lead him into the tower. The soft green light that the outside of the tower radiated at this time of year did not penetrate through to the inside, which was sparsely decorated. He was led along a carpetless stone hallway, through to the back of the tower where the initiates lived. Although he knew Sylvia was no initiate, she obviously still had her rooms at the back of the tower on the ground level, rather than with the other fully initiated members of her Order. She pulled a large key from underneath her home spun woollen gown and unlocked the door. She ushered him inside, closed and locked the door behind him. He took a look around and found that he was in a sparsely decorated room, much like his own Order's back in Quillia. There was a small simply carved wooden table with two chairs around it. In the centre of the table was a vase containing a single green rose. There was a double bed in one corner of the room and a set of shelves against the opposite wall.

  "Please, take a seat." she urged, sitting herself on the one opposite him. He did so and folded his hands in his lap, shifting about a little.

  "How can I help you?" he asked eventually.

  "I have a very sensitive issue that I am hoping that you can help me solve." she said.

  "I see." he nodded, "You understand there is a strict code to what I do?" Sylvia sighed and stood up, she crossed over to the shelves and took down two glasses and a wine bottle.

  "I was hoping to keep this off the records." she evaded, pouring out two glasses of red wine and handing one to Valentine. She pushed her long mousy hair out of her face and regarded him with her bright blue eyes.

  "What I do is always off the public record."

  "I mean just between you and I." she replied.

  "Could be problematic." he replied, "There are very strict rules."

  "I don't need anyone killing Valentine."

  "So what do you want." he frowned, sipping the warm liquid.

  "What do you know of me?" she asked, evading his question.

  "Well now." he smiled, "Apart from following Leantris, you are married to Rasputin, you're a fine healer and an easy woman to get on with." he surmised.

  "And you cannot see a problem with this?"

  "No." he shrugged, taking another draft of the wine, feeling the Thorian spirits flow through his blood. He instantly knew that it was fortified alchemically, but he did not know what with.

  "I serve the Lady of Life, I follow her mind and soul and am bound to do her will where ever I go. I am unable to do so on the most basic level." she said, her tone rising as she spoke.

  "Is there something lacking?" he asked, feeling the warmth flow throughout his body, feeling the warmth spread down from his stomach and through his legs, he even felt his toes tingle slightly.

  "Children,"

  "How so?"

  "Stop being deliberately dense Valentine." she sighed, draining her glass and refilling it, "Rasputin is a Necromancer. There is nothing wrong in... that... department." she said, flicking her eyes over him as she spoke, "However, he is unable to father children."

  "So that rumour is true!" he said.

  "Yes."

  "Working with the dead makes you sterile." he nodded, "Where do I fit into this equation then?" he asked as she refilled his glass. She did not answer him but lowered her eyes to the floor as she flushed scarlet. "Oh." Valentine nodded. "It will only lead to trouble."

  "He never has to know." she replied, running her slender leg against his under the table. He felt fire at her touch and he smiled at her.

  "It must stay between the two of us, no one can ever know of this, ever. No matter what happens this has to stay secret." he said, despite the lurch of desire he suddenly felt. "If you attempt to reveal this child is mine, I shall deny you. You have to understand this." she frowned for a moment as he spoke, "This is not an insult to the Lady but in order to protect my identity. I cannot have claims of a bastard ch
ild while I am working for the Order of the White Rose. For both your sakes."

  "I understand. This child will not be yours but mine and my husbands." she replied. "We will not speak of it after tonight."

  "What did you put in the wine?" he asked

  "Pardon?" she frowned.

  "What did you put in the wine?" he repeated

  "It's just Thorian grape." she said innocently.

  "Come here." he smiled. She nervously walked over to where the assassin sat and stood in front of him. He took her hand and placed it on his crotch. She let out an indecorous squeak as she felt the hardness through his soft loose pants. He resisted moaning as she brushed her hand against him tentatively. Not moving her hand away but preferring to touch him as he spoke again, "I am no stranger to the ways of woman, and am by no means unwilling to do as you ask. However, I do know that what you are touching does not all come from me."

  "It's alchemically enhanced," she smiled, rubbing his length through the material, "It was in case you were more unsure."

  "You drugged me." he sighed as her other hand came round and worked at his belt buckle.

  "Only a little." she shrugged.

  She pushed him back in his chair and undid his belt. He felt his deft little hands on his cock as she worked it loose from his clothing. She knelt between his legs with her arms resting on his thighs, and took his already hard cock into her soft mouth. Her hand curled around his firm balls and gave them a firm squeeze in turn. He felt her deft little tongue explore the smooth head of his cock. He pushed his hands through her long hair and he let himself relax as she continued to explore his shaft with her tongue. He jumped a little as he felt her nails grip his soft sack and she moved her head back and forth along his shaft. He began pushing against her as she moved and he felt his cock swell into her mouth, encouraging her to continue her movement against his with a brush against her cheek.

  She withdrew from his shaft to his slight disappointment and replaced her hand around his cock. He felt her mouth envelope one of his balls, suckling on the sack as her hand pumped his shaft. Her firm tongue rolled around his sack before she released it and picked up the other one. He felt his head roll back and he bit his lip as she began lashing against his shaft once again. "Sylvia..." he muttered and she brought her head up with a smile.