Filthy Daddy's Taboo Erotic Sex Stories

by Amira Bradford

  "Hey!" she protested. She didn't mean it. Before she had even gotten it out, his hand was running up her leg. She swayed with his touch. It felt like forever but eventually he found his way to her bare thigh. His touch was warm and welcome. She purred.

  Come on you two, the car is here. Walking through the house they waved goodnight to the other stragglers. David wandered over and hugged his cousins. Wyatt didn't move more than six inched from her. If her waist wasn't covered in layer upon layer of frills she would have been able to feel his cock pressed against her. Her face was warm at the thought of it. Her breasts were warm thinking about him touching her. In fact everything was warm. David was back with them as she opened the door to leave.

  Waiting out front for them was a Lincoln Town car, large and black. She would have to admit she thought it was a limo at first and a delicious thought of what they could do in the over sized stretched out car. What was coming over her? She was drunk. "Ohhh..." she mewed. Wyatt's hand was on her bare ass. She felt the cold night air on her. She was wet for him already. It was going to happen quickly.

  They slid into the car. She felt cold leather on her bare thighs. She felt both of them so close to her. David was talking to the driver. Wyatt was nuzzling at her neck. She needed him to touch her. They needed to be alone.

  She studied David. He sat so close to her. He and his brother could clearly pass for each other. Wyatt was older and taller. The five years had been a little rough on him as the mid -thirties were known to be. David was tall and thin, just as Wyatt had been in the tuxedo the night they got married. The image of him in those days came flooding back to her and suddenly he was David and suddenly she was naked and if Wyatt didn't stop moving his hand over her breast. Did he realize the velvet was rough on the other side? Did he realize she was aching for him already and that all she wanted was to be touched?

  Her eyes closed. It was coming. It was building in her breast and like an electric charge was storing up in her hot and swollen clitoris. She moved her hips against the seat of the car and there just wasn't contact. She moved her legs together and she purred. She felt his hand on her breast, His bare hand on her bare breast. She couldn't help it now. Her hands reached for something to hold and she found one leg of each man. It was coming. Like water rushing down a hill she could hear it, she could feel it. It was coming. She moaned and gripped tighter. "Don't stop." She whispered and then she felt it. His hand was on her, his finger inside her. She gulped for air. "Don't stop." She whispered again. A last whisper before the moan turned to a quiet cry and her legs turned to jelly. Her wet pussy clamped down on his fingers. He pinched her nipples. His hand moved over her thigh. His lips on her breast.

  Wait.

  Breathe

  She opened her eyes. Wyatt's hand was on her thigh, his mouth on her nipple. She looked at David and he was smiling at her, his fingers were plunged deep inside of her and still moving slowly back and forth. His thumb circled slowly over her warm and moist lips.

  "Ung." It was all she could think, it was all she could utter. She leaned towards her husbands little brother and just as their lips met she whispered again, "Don't stop."

  It had to be some show for the driver. She came twice as the two men she cherished most had spent the drive alternatively kissing, stroking, fondling, and fingering her. She could have come again and again but they had made her stop. "Just wait, captain." Wyatt had told her. She sat breathing heavily. Begging them had not gotten them to let her pull the blouse back over her large breasts. They were still bare and were occasionally being stroked. She laid low in the seat with a hand on each thigh. Teasing. The drive shouldn't have been that long and she wondered if they had intentionally been driving in circles. Pulling to a stop at last she saw the large well lit entry of the Dunhill, the large and exquisite resort for which David was the concierge.

  "What? Where are we going?"

  "Membership has its privileges. You should probably cover up before we go inside. I have to stop at the desk." David walked away. The small ass ran in the family. "mmmm."

  "Mmmm?"

  "Oh god, this is going to happen isn't it." He was nestled behind her. This time she felt him hard against her ass. She thought briefly about what that meant. Her skirt was revealing but the concern went away as quickly as it had popped up. His hands were gripping her waist tightly and she had other things to think about.

  "Unless you don't want it to. It's up to you."

  "I'm going to be your fuck toy?"

  "Yes."

  "You are going to watch me?"

  "Yes."

  "You are going to fuck me too."

  "Well, only after you have sucked me off."

  "Unnngh." She turned to him and kissed him.

  "You guys want to hit the bar? Maybe get something to eat?"

  She turned and gave David a dirty look.

  "Oh, well, good then... This way I guess." He was nervous. She could take care of that.

  The elevator ride was quick. Truthfully, quicker than she would have liked. She kissed Wyatt briefly and was moving to wrap her arms around his younger brother when the doors slid open. Damn.

  He opened the door to the room. She got the slight impression that it was larger than most rooms. She had an urge to explore but she didn't get the chance. In the room Wyatt had his hands on her hips again, this time, under the skirt. He tugged twice and the petticoat was stubborn. He tugged a third time with real strength and it gave way and dropped to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of it.

  "Orders for us captain?" David was smiling now. Whatever nervousness he seemed to have had was slipping away. She couldn't really speak. She gestured and grunted and he took off his shirt. Wyatt's hands moved over her. No sooner had Wyatt freed her breasts again than David had descended on her. He was on his knees in front of her, his mouth pressed firmly to her nipple.

  "I need to sit down."

  "Not yet." said Wyatt. His mouth was on her ass. She felt his teeth and then his tongue. She leaned forward on the heels and pressed her breast firmly against the man on his knees in front of her. Wyatt pushed at her and struggling, she spread her legs, opening for him. His tongue wasted not a minute. His hand on her ass spread her and he licked at her, the tip dancing over the small tight circle of her ass. David went lower as well. Down her body he went until her skirt covered the top of his head. She felt his tongue on her. He wasn't exactly there but fuck it, he was close enough. She didn't balance entirely. She swayed and the men's hands held her standing. Another orgasm was washing over her and her legs were shaking.

  "Come."

  Like a command to a well trained pet she complied following him through a door onto a bed. She collapsed at once looking up at them. David was stripping down. Wyatt's pants were off and he wore only the tight T-shirt. She managed the strength to lift herself to sitting and then saw his cock. Tall, glorious, and poised for her, she moved forward and took it.

  She devoured his waiting member; she licked at it and pulled his ass to bring him ever deeper into her throat. She tasted cum on him already, playing with her tended to do that to him. David stroked her thigh and she saw him kneeling before her. With a wave of her hand she brought him to standing. She looked up at her husband and she smiled down at her. "Oh god." She said releasing him. Sliding her hand between David's legs she gripped his ass and brought his cock now to his mouth. She worked one and then the other. She opened deeper and sucked longer than she had ever sucked cock before. She was nothing but a fuck toy tonight. She was going to be a good one.

  She lost herself in the night. She couldn't remember when she had finally lost her dress but the next day she found it torn entirely down one side. She wished she could remember being ravaged like that. She would sit at work weeks later and remember. She would remember being on her hands and knees with her husbands cock impossibly deep in her throat and how she didn't move herself. Each long stroke of the cock in her pussy pressed her down on the cock in her mouth. She remembers clearly David c
alling her name as she rode on top of him and how she corrected him. "You call me fuck toy!" Nights in bed she would remember Wyatt at the foot of the bed watching her fuck the shit out of David. How it drove her insane and the longer she looked in his eyes, the harder she thrust her hips down on him, the deeper it drove his dick into her. She remembered how as she sucked on David's cock long and slow, running her tongue the length of his engorged shaft how delicate he had been when he slid his still hard cock slowly into her tight ass. They hadn't done that often, and she had never enjoyed it the way she had that night.

  She had been a fuck toy, a slut like she never imagined. She pleasured two men in every way she could think of. She would think back on how she had laid on the bed with a cock in each hand waiting for one to move and when it had been Wyatt's she had gone down on him again. Sucking him furiously until David too had regained his stiff shaft and moved in behind her to fuck her again, fast and hard, pulling at her legs to spread her open wider for him.

  She could also remember falling asleep between them. David had kissed her long and passionately before rolling over to go to sleep. She had thought Wyatt was already sleeping but as she rolled over to him he had opened his eyes.

  "Do you love your fuck toy?"

  "Yes, Dot. I love my fuck toy almost as much as I love you." He smiled as his eyes closed.

  The next morning David was gone. She was sleeping pressed against her husband, his arm around her gently snoring. She showered and came back to find him stirring. Climbing back into bed, he kissed her and made love to her slowly and delicately.

  She couldn't count the number of orgasms that had come that night or the number of fantasies that came out of it. David had never said anything about it again. He would smile at her from time to time. Once, by the pool, she had flashed him her tit and he smiled. If he was ever different to her it was only that his hand was sat more gently on her shoulder as they passed in the kitchen or their talks about his life more open and honest. She did discuss it with Wyatt. Often in whispers lying in bed as a kind of foreplay that always led to incredible sex.

  It all seemed a fantasy, more than any Halloween could ever possibly be again. She did, however always seem to find a party for the holiday, and each year, an incredibly sexy costume.

  The End.

  Turning the Tables

  I left you a note posted at the door stating: "Strip down naked and meet me in our back room." From the back room, I could hear you laugh as you read it, but I smiled and hoped you would comply. I heard you, first removing your shoes and letting them drop loudly on the floor. The ensuing silence made me think that you might be taunting me, but I let out a sigh as I heard you mumble something about your pants. I heard your foot steps coming closer to the door. As I watched the doorknob turn, the door opened slowly and soundlessly. I looked toward the door while staying in the shadows of the dark room. As you entered, I flipped a switch lighting the fire in the room.

  Seeing you standing there with the glow of the fire gleaming off your skin, I let out a small sigh of pleasure at your nearness. I stepped out from the shadows letting you see me fully. I wore my collar and a cup-less nightie, pasties covering my nipples from your view. My nightie extended only to my waist, leaving my black panties in full view. I returned your smile as your eyes ran over my outfit. I had my hair pulled up in a french twist with only a couple of loose curls flowing around my face. I moved to you and said:

  "Honey, you have dominated me and I have liked it. I will not be the same to you as you were to me. This experience will be different."

  I ran my fingers along your body, from your waist upward and slowly around your chest. My eyes took in your stature as you allowed me to study your body closely. My fingers reached your shoulders, and I came face to face with you:

  "I shall begin now."

  I took your hand in mine and led you to the far end of the room, letting you see my excitement to pleasure you differently. The walls of our back room were cinder blocks, unpainted and cold. I moved you to stand against one of them. I lowered the rope from above your head and tied your hands in firmly. I gave each of your hands a light kiss before I pulled on the other end of the rope and watched your arms slowly being raised above your head. I kept my eyes locked on your face as I made myself inaccessible to your masculine, normally tender hands.

  I bit my bottom lip nervously and tied off the rope slowly, making sure it would hold you as you struggled against my taunting. You shivered and struggled as your back touched the cold, hard wall. I smiled, concealing the pleasure I derived from your slight displeasure. I moved close to you again, looking into your eyes, letting you read my gaze to see how much I loved you. I kept my features soft, so you would know I was only going to pleasure you. Your manly scent was so arousing as I stood close to you.

  I kept within inches of you as I reached up and checked the bonds on your hands, making sure that they were secure. My breasts rubbed teasingly across your chest as I extended, and I smiled at you as I whispered,

  "Did you like the feel of my breasts?"

  You groaned an incoherent response before I went on.

  "Oh, that's right. You can't see my nipples and how delicious they look. You will have to earn that."

  I knelt down and clasped your ankles slightly apart, further restricting your motion. I stood up and looked at you:

  "I think I'll let you get used to this before moving forward."

  I left you alone for a couple minutes to let you grow used to the restraints. I sat and watched in full view of your eyes, assuring you that you would go through nothing without me. When you had adjusted to being restrained, I came over to you with my hands behind my back and looked at you with a wry smile:

  "I wish to pleasure you and drive you wild until you want me more than you've ever wanted anything. I do not wish to be a dominatrix but just a pleasure partner."

  I showed you the hand that held a silk feather from earlier. I smiled as you felt a tickle begin at your ankle, revealing that I have brought another one. I glided both feathers over your legs slowly, letting you feel their silky softness. I raised them over your thighs and hips, enjoying your efforts to hold still despite the slight tickles and growing pleasure. I dragged them over your chest slowly, skipping your manhood on purpose. I let them glide over your neck lightly, then over your face. I smiled and stepped back to look over your body once again.

  As I returned the feather to your inner thighs, I let it graze over your balls lightly, watching them tense with pleasure. I bit my bottom lip as I grew aroused from watching your reactions. I withdrew again, letting you relish the sensations I have given you.

  When I stepped back toward you, I held a mirror in front of you. You smiled in confusion, not quite understanding what I was going to use it for. I open my other hand, revealing a bright red stick of lipstick in it. I held the mirror and let you watch as I applied the lipstick to my plump soft lips.

  "I wish to mark your body with proof that I have caressed you all over," I said with a soft expression.

  I knelt before you as I began to kiss both your feet, leaving my lips' marking on both. I moved up your legs, kissing at sensitive areas where I wished to leave a mark of my affection. I traced up your inner thighs, stopping as I neared your manhood. Looking up at you with a playful smile, I kissed your tightening balls lightly, placing a bright smear of lipstick on them. I moved around your groin, feeling your body tense from the sensation of my lips caressing your skin. I shifted up your abs and over your chest, leaving little marks all along the way. I kissed your neck softly, letting my lips enjoy the sensitive spots on both its sides. I let out a small moan of pleasure as I felt you shudder from my tender caresses. I planted a kiss on both your cheeks before stepping back and admiring my handiwork -- your body covered with the residue of my soft lips. I paused again, allowing you to savor the pleasure you felt and to let it drive you wild.

  I smiled as I watched you and took pleasure in the face that you had not yet stoppe
d me from teasing you. My hands behind my back, I took a step toward you again. I told you to close your eyes and tied a blindfold around them.

  "I will remove this in one moment."

  I let you hear me as I shuffled with some objects near you. You suddenly felt my warm hands around the tip of your aroused manhood, pushing something over the tip, causing pleasure as you felt its tightness. As it went down your shaft to rest at the base, it squeezed slightly around your thick shaft. My hands worked diligently around the bottom of your shaft. I stroked you while you became aware of another movement between the base of your shaft and your tightening balls. All of a sudden you heard a small humming sound and felt intense vibrations at that sensitive point. I let out a sigh, finally getting to see your body tense and release. I watched your massively hard manhood throb with pleasure from the sensation. Licking your nipples lightly, I left a trail of moisture on them with my little wet textured tongue.

  "I hope you like this taunting my love."

  I stepped back and admired you as you stood there, feeling the intense vibrations from the cock ring with vibrating bullet.

  "I will let you feel more intensity now," I said, and with that I turned up the remote to the maximum setting. I wanted you to feel the full intensity, and I wanted to touch you so badly now, to pleasure you even more.

  Somehow, I held back. I withdrew again, watching your body as I alternated between high and low settings on the vibrating cock ring. My own pleasure grew as I stood close to you and said:

  "You are not allowed to cum until later, my love."

  I turned down the vibrations to a low setting and moved around you again. I once again brought the feathers over your body, letting you feel them caressing your skin, as the cock ring pleasured your manhood. I looked down at your swollen shaft, your cock tip almost purple with intense arousal. I licked my lips as I bent over, tasting a drop of your precum.