Filthy Daddy's Taboo Erotic Sex Stories

by Amira Bradford

I decide to play hooky from work today. I spend the day doing self indulgent things I don't normally do; ordering a fancy coffee from the coffee shop down the block, watching retro game shows while flopped on the couch, having pizza delivered and flirting with the cute pizza boy. That afternoon I climb into bed with a trashy romance novel and a glass of wine. A few chapters in, and I remember why they call these books "porn for housewives." The sex scenes are so explicit they read like a transcript from a porno movie. I find myself flipping past the pages of thin plot and cheesy dialogue just to get to the next sexual encounter. The last scene is so hot I can feel myself getting wet as I read it. I finish my glass of wine and debate what I want to do next. I figure if today is all about self indulgency, there's only one way to cap it off.

  I put my book down and reach under the bed for my box of toys. Eying my choices, I reach for the butt plug. It's great during intercourse because it makes my pussy even tighter, and between that and a cock I love how full I feel. But it's not what I want right now, so I put it back and grab my anal vibrator. It's smaller than the plug, but the vibrations are awesome. However, what I really want is to feel a cock pushing and pulling in and out of my ass. That is the most intense feeling, but almost impossible to replicate on my own. I find it hard to fuck my own ass and rub my clit at the same time. When it gets to the point when I am about to climax, it's hard for me to keep moving the vibrator. It's all I can do to keep rubbing my clit. Anything else requires more coordination than I can handle.

  About to give up my fantasy of anal for today, an idea strikes me. The vibrator has a suction cup base. If I can just find a smooth surface to attach it to, I could possibly use my toy hands free. My eyes eagerly search for somewhere to mount it to. The wall has too much texture and the suction cup would never stick. The headboard isn't attached to the bed and would make quite the racket as I repeatedly slammed my ass against it. I do have neighbors, after all. The dresser, though....it's made of the same smooth wood as the headboard and since it sits up off the ground on legs, I could slide my own legs under it while kneeling and back all the way up on my toy. Excited, I jump off the bed and crouch in front of my dresser.

  I stick my fingers in my mouth and wet the back of the suction cup. Judging about where my ass would line up, I plop it onto the front of the bottom drawer. It sticks. In my hurry to try my new idea, I slip my jeans and panties off in one swift movement and grab my lube. I feel silly being naked only from the waist down, so I pull my top off over my head and take off my bra. Being fully naked makes me feel even naughtier. With my left hand I check between my legs to see if I am truly as aroused as I think I am. The juice on my fingers surprises me.

  Kneeling down in front of my vibrator, I squeeze some lube onto the end of it. I squeeze some more lube onto the finger of my left hand, and rub it on my asshole. I get on all fours and line myself up with the vibrator. Backing up until I feel it against my asshole, I take a deep breath and try to completely relax. I slowly rock back, impaling myself on my toy inch by inch, feeling it enter me, until I have it completely buried between my cheeks.

  It's so good that I don't even want to move yet. My muscles tighten and contract around the vibrator because my body knows what is about to happen. I reach for the remote and flick the dial to the lowest setting. A quiet rumble rockets through me as a moan escapes my lips. I slowly pull forward and feel the length of the toy moving out of my ass until just the tip is inside me. Just as slowly, I push back on it and it fills me again, the vibrations making the movement even more intense. I repeat the movement, slowly rocking on all fours, fucking myself on my toy. As the sensations build, I move faster and dial up the vibrations to match my rhythm.

  I shift my weight to my left hand, and with my right I find my clit. It's swollen and sensitive already. Rubbing it causes my ass to clench down on the vibrator, but I don't break my rhythm. I'm moaning loudly now, glad that I am home alone. I'm having a hard time supporting my weight on one hand so I lean down and use my forearm for leverage. My hardened nipples rub against the carpet as I rock back and forth, the sensations adding to my excitement. I rub my clit harder, bringing myself closer as I keep ass fucking myself. I can feel my muscles pulsing and know my climax is imminent.

  I slam against the dresser, yelling unintelligible words as it builds. Just as I am about to come, I put both hands on the floor and push myself back upright so I can take the entire toy into my ass. My head comes up and for the first time I look at the doorway. My roommate and her boyfriend are standing at the entrance of my bedroom, completely shocked. My face reddens from embarrassment, but I'm so close I can't stop myself. I scream as my orgasm grips me, sending shock waves throughout my body. I can't take my eyes off them as I come, and they can't take their eyes off me either. I ride out my pleasure in front of them; having an audience making it even more intense. Finally it breaks as I let out one final shout and collapse on the floor. When I am able to catch my breath I look up at the door. Once again, I'm alone.

  The End.

  More Fun with Dice!

  Over the next six months Mistress, true to her word, made sure that I wore the CB-3000 from the moment the dice-determined 'stop' began. It was difficult at first, but eventually I got used to it. I was still let out sometimes, once I was even allowed to cum, but again I think this was just to keep me guessing all the other times. Rest assured I was still teased mercilessly, even when I wasn't allowed out. Mistress would lick my balls and the tip of my cock through the hole at the front of the CB-3000. Sometimes she even sucked my cock while it was inside the device, that was infuriating, to say the least.

  Our sessions gradually became lengthier, as Mistress delighted in keeping me on the edge for longer and longer periods. One session lasted almost four hours, and when I finally came it felt like I had just spurted my own weight in spunk! Needless to say, once I recovered I swallowed it all, in fact I couldn't remember the last time I had cum and hadn't eaten it, even between sessions and stops. Mistress liked me to remember that my orgasms always had a price.

  After one of these marathon sessions she asked me if I wanted to play another game with the dice. I hesitated for a moment and she raised her eyebrows. That was all it took and I instantly agreed. She smiled and told me that I'd be glad in the long run. She told me that the game would be difficult, but if I was successful I would find a very special reward waiting for me at the end. All I had to do was 'prove myself' and I would be rewarded. She gave me a dice and told me to throw it ten times. I did as instructed and Mistress noted the results down on a piece of paper. 6-4-4-6-2-1-3-1-5-4. As I threw the dice I wondered what they meant this time, I'd scored two sixes, was that good, or bad? I suspected bad...

  "Good slave, that's a total of 36. The dice fell quite well for you, you could have scored 60."

  My head was swimming, 60 what?

  "Now, throw the dice again and hope for a six!"

  I threw the dice, it was a four.

  "Oh dear, poor slave...still, it could have been worse."

  This was driving me nuts now, what the hell did these numbers mean? Mistress looked at me and smiled.

  "Well slave, I suppose you are wondering what all these numbers mean..."

  "Yes Mistress."

  "Well, 36 determines how long the game lasts, or more specifically, how many times you have to make me cum before the game ends."

  I nodded, that was not entirely unexpected.

  "The other number is the number of times I will allow you the chance to cum during that period. Notice I said 'the chance' to cum, there are no guarantees for you slave."

  I nodded again and then chanced a question.

  "What will that depend on Mistress?"

  She looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "to tell you the truth slave, I haven't yet decided....nor have I decided how those chances will fall. If only you had scored five slave, then it would have been so much easier, so much neater, you would have got one chance after every six of my orgasms.... Ah well, I
'm sure I'll find a way to decide, or maybe I'll just offer them at random."

  "Thank you Mistress."

  "Oh and one more thing slave, I know this is going to be extremely difficult for you, so I think it would be best if you were kept in your cage for the duration, don't you?"

  "If it pleases you Mistress."

  And so it began. The first six orgasms took nine days and the day after that Mistress came into the lounge where I was sitting on the sofa. She sat next to me, placed her hand on my groin and leaned close to my ear. Very softly she whispered "Are you ready for your first chance slave?"

  "Oh yes please Mistress." I sighed desperately.

  She peeled off her top (she wasn't wearing a bra) and straddled my legs, then pushed her gorgeous tits in to my mouth one after another. I sucked on her nipples and flicked my tongue over her soft breasts as my cock tried vainly to swell inside it's prison. She leant down and kissed me deeply, then told me to wait there.

  She got off me and walked out of the room, leaving me aching for her to return. When she did I saw she was holding the red leather blindfold we used in our sessions. She straddled me again and as she slid it into place I enjoyed one last glimpse of her beautiful breasts before the light was removed completely. She undid my shirt and let it fall open, dragging her nipples down my body as she moved down onto her knees between my legs. She quickly removed my jeans and boxers, leaving me naked from the waist down, save of course for the CB-3000. She pushed my legs apart and snaked her tongue over my balls, before sucking one of them into her mouth. I groaned loudly and she sucked harder, her tongue flicking over it as it nestled between her soft lips.

  Then she sat back on her heels and I felt her place the key in the lock of my chastity device. There was a feint click and then I felt the device being removed. My cock grew to it's full size in a matter of seconds, and Mistress curled her fingers around my swollen, aching meat.

  "Mmm, that feels good doesn't it slave?"

  I could hardly speak but I managed to croak my agreement. She licked the palm of her other hand and then rubbed it on the tip of my cock. She felt me tense and warned me that I was not to cum unless she gave me permission. Soon she was rhythmically pumping my cock and I was gritting my teeth to try to stay on the right side of the edge.

  "Don't cum slave, if you cum now then you will have ruined all your other chances."

  "Yes Mistress." I gasped.

  "I want you to think slave, I want you to think back to a few minutes ago when I was on your lap and you were worshipping my gorgeous breasts, you love my breasts don't you slave."

  "Yes Mistress, they are beautiful."

  "Thank you slave, it's always nice to hear it, even though I know you worship every inch of my body."

  "I do Mistress."

  "Every inch slave?"

  "Yes Mistress, every last wonderful inch."

  She smiled and then continued "That's good slave, I never tire of hearing that."

  "Thank you Mistress."

  "So think slave, can you remember what necklace I am wearing?"

  "I'm not sure Mistress."

  "Oh dear slave..." I could hear her grinning as she spoke "...because all you have to do to be allowed to cum is to describe my necklace and then I'll let you cum. You want to cum don't you slave?"

  "Yes Mistress."

  "Are you sure slave, you wouldn't rather I just stopped now and let you wait a little longer?"

  "No Mistress... please."

  She curled the fingers of her other hand around my balls and slowly pulled them down towards the floor.

  "So full of cum aren't they slave?"

  "Yes Mistress." I moaned.

  "Can you remember slave? Can you remember which necklace I'm wearing?"

  "I think so Mistress."

  "Have you got an answer for me slave?"

  "Yes Mistress."

  Mistress gripped my cock tighter and increased the pace of her movements.

  "Are you getting close slave?"

  "Yes Mistress."

  "Tell me then slave."

  "I think... I think it's the one you got in Amsterdam Mistress, the one with the different coloured stones."

  Mistress didn't tell me one way or another, though I thought I heard a small chuckle escape her lips.

  "Get ready to cum slave." She said, sqeezing harder, pumping faster. "Tell me when you are right on the edge."

  She didn't have to wait long "Now Mistress."

  I felt Mistress's hand continue to pump for another two strokes and then she let go, leaving my cock twitching in mid air. I let out a groan as I realised I had been wrong and then panic as I felt my cock pulsing madly. I had really cut it fine this time.

  "Don't cum slave!" She ordered. "Don't cum or you'll regret it!"

  I gritted my teeth harder still and clenched my fists as I tried to prevent myself from tipping over the edge. Though I wanted to cum so badly, I knew that doing so this way would be deeply unsatisfying and could cost me another chance to orgasm properly before the game's end. Despite this my cock throbbed madly and I felt the muscles contracting, forcing my hot creamy spunk up the length of my shaft until a single bead of it appeared from the slit in my cock-head. After a few more seconds I regained control and then felt Mistress's finger tip stroke across my cock-head. She raised it to my lips and told me to lick the spot of cum from her skin. I did so and she seemed genuinely impressed.

  "That was incredible slave, I am very pleased with you. You must really love your Mistress to show such amazing self-control."

  "I do Mistress." I gasped. "I love you with all my heart."

  As I made a mental note to perhaps leave myself a little more margin in future I was suddenly overcome with the overwhelming desire to tell my Mistress exactly what I thought of her. I took a deep breath, and then began pouring my heart out.

  "More than that Mistress, I adore you, I worship you, I think about you from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep. You are everything to me Mistress, I live to bring you pleasure...I long to be allowed to worship your pussy, I can never get enough of it, I love feeling you cum under my tongue, your pussy squeezing my fingers. I love it more than anything Mistress."

  "More than anything slave?"

  "Yes Mistress."

  "More than your own orgasm slave?"

  "Yes Mistress."

  "Do you really expect me to believe that slave?"

  "I hope so Mistress."

  "So what if I said that you had to chose between worshipping my pussy and cumming yourself slave, which would you chose?"

  "Worshipping your pussy Mistress."

  "What if I said you had to chose for....six months or even a year slave?"

  "Are you asking me to chose Mistress?"

  "Answer the question slave!"

  "Yes Mistress...I would chose to worship your beautiful pussy Mistress."

  "Are you sure slave?"

  "Yes...Mistress." My jaw was trembling as I spoke.

  "Even though that would mean months on end of unimaginable frustration for you slave?"

  "Yes Mistress."

  "Good, slave. I'm almost tempted to test you on that....indeed I might, one day. But for now I think I'll stick with my original plan."

  I heard her moving away and then sitting in an armchair. I heard the rustle of the rest of her clothes being removed and then after a couple of minutes the sound of her fingers working into her pussy.

  "Come here slave."

  I pulled myself up off the sofa and moved towards where the sounds were coming from. As I got nearer she reached out and guided me inbetween her legs, then she grasped my half-hard cock and stroked it to full hardness before pushing me down onto my knees. As I knelt I felt her moving closer and she rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her soaking wet pussy lips, it was the most exquisite torture imaginable.

  "Can you feel that slave, my wonderful, tight, slippery pussy?"

  "Yes Mistress." I breathed desperately.

 
"That feels soooo good doesn't it slave?"

  "Oh yes Mistress, it feels amazing."

  "I was very impressed with your performance slave, you made your Mistress extremely happy today."

  "Thank you Mistress."

  "And I'm very impressed that you would choose to eat my pussy over taking your own pleasure slave, very impressed indeed."

  "Thank you Mistress."

  "In fact I'm so impressed with you I'm almost tempted to let you cum inside me right now....would you like that slave?"

  "Yes Mistress...if it pleased you Mistress."

  "Of course you would, even though you know you always have to lick up your cum afterwards."

  "Yes Mistress, I'm used to that now Mistress."

  I could hear the smile in her voice "Of course you are slave, of course you are."

  She rubbed my cock up and down her pussy several more times then groaned as she rubbed the tip over her aching clit.

  "But the thing is slave, I gave you a test and you failed, so I can't do that. Well I could, I can do anything I want. But it doesn't seem right somehow. Hmm, I know, why don't you eat my pussy while I think about exactly what it is that I want to do."

  "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress."

  "Good slave."

  I pushed my tongue between her legs, I found her cunt was utterly soaked and within minutes she was twisting on the chair as she had a huge orgasm. I continued licking her until she pushed my head away and then remained kneeling until she got her breath back. She leaned forward and pulled the blindfold off.

  "Very good slave."

  She leaned further forward and kissed me, her tongue tangling with mine as she tasted her pussy on my lips.

  "I love it when you taste of me." She said.

  Then she lay back in the chair and played her fingers over her slippery wet cunt. She used two fingers to splay her lips open and smiled as she saw my reaction.

  "It's true isn't it slave, you are completely obsessed with my pussy?"

  "Yes Mistress. I am."

  She reached forward and pulled my head between her legs again and told me to start gently. Fifteen minutes later she came again and as she bucked she held me in place with her thighs and her hands, making sure that I maintained contact until she was completely satisfied.