Filthy Daddy's Taboo Erotic Sex Stories

by Amira Bradford

  It looked like she was straddling the beam she had spent many hours in gymnastics on, and it also felt like she was riding a wooden beam. In fact, as she looked at the reflection in the mirror, she realized that while he was using his hands to steady her, most of her weight was resting on his cock. Her feet were off the ground, and she wrapped her legs around his. Amazingly, he lifted his hands off of her completely, and she was balanced, even lifted up, by his magnificent erection.

  Briefly, Jeff had the urge to pull his cock back and then ram it home, but he had told himself that he couldn't do that, it would be too much for her. She was just too small.

  She was surely enjoying the ride though, and he could tell she was approaching another orgasm. She was grinding against him hard, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She shrieked and then whimpered, and then she fell completely limp, and he eased her body down to the floor and lay beside her. She was unable to move for awhile, and Jeff was starting to get concerned when she rolled over on her side and put a hand on his chest.

  "So, is there anywhere else you want to put it?" she asked softly.

  He looked at her carefully. "I'm ok...I..I don't want to hurt you," he said.

  She smiled. "You haven't hurt me yet," she smiled. "Get on the bed."

  Jeff obeyed, climbing onto his back, and Melody got above him and straddled him. She pointed his cock into the air and got herself lined up, and began to ease herself down. It looked like she was getting ready to put a 10 lb sausage in a 5 lb bag.

  "Melody wait," he said. "Are you sure about this?"

  She nodded with determination and eased down closer.

  "Wait, there's something else," Jeff said.

  "What is it now?" she said almost impatiently.

  "I've..I've never done this..." he said slowly. "I've never gone all the way."

  "What?" she exclaimed, moving back and sitting on his legs. "Mr. Stud Football jock with all the girls chasing him has never gone all the way?"

  He blushed. "I guess it never felt right before," he said.

  She looked at him carefully. "Does it feel right now?" she asked.

  "Yes, but I don't want you to do this because you have to," he said.

  She rolled off the bed, walked over to a cabinet beside her bed, and got out a bottle of massage oil. She climbed back on the bed, straddled him again, and poured oil out over his cock, spreading it out over his legs, stomach and chest. Then she poured some on herself, rubbing it slowly in, watching Jeff watch her put on the show.

  "Trust me," she whispered. "I want to."

  She moved into position on top of him, her hands on the bed on either side of him, and eased herself onto his cock. The oil provided enough lubrication so that she took him inside her surprisingly easy, though her eyes still got big as he filled her. She managed to get about half of him inside of her before she stopped and then eased slowly back up, then back down again. She worked into a gradual rhythm, balancing herself above him as she slowly, but surely took a little more of him in each time she came down.

  It took a lot of resolve on Jeff's part, but he lay still the entire time. He was aching to grab her hips and drive it fully home, but he really didn't want to hurt her. He could sense that it wasn't easy for her, but he could also tell by her expressions that she was enjoying it.

  Finally, after what seemed like an hour of slowly taking him in, Melody sat up and put her hands over her breasts. She lifted up so she was poised at the top of his cock, and then she sighed and let her body sink down onto him. He watched in total amazement as he slid fully and completely inside her.

  She was still for a moment, getting accustomed to being so completely filled, and then she shuddered and immediately began a slow, gyrating grind on top of him. Her passionate moans were indication enough to him that she was not in pain, and his hands found her hips and he began to gently move along with her.

  Their eyes met for a moment, and then shockingly, Melody leaned forward and kissed him. She kissed him softly at first, but then she became more passionate, and then just as suddenly as she started she stopped, leaned back and blushed. She was making love with the man she had disliked with a passion for many years.

  "I'm sorry," she said. "I got caught up in the moment I guess."

  Jeff stared at her for a moment, and then sat up in the bed. He took her into his arms, pulled her close to him, and then kissed her back. In the gathering darkness of the late afternoon, two childhood friends, teen-age enemies, and newly found lovers softly but passionately kissed as the rest of the world melted away.

  "I never would've expected it to be like this," Melody whispered into his ear.

  He looked into her eyes with confusion.

  "This is my first time too," she said quietly. She looked down briefly, almost embarrassed, and then lifted her eyes up to meet his. "As odd as it sounds, somehow I always knew it would be you."

  As he looked into her eyes, the years between them seemed to melt together, and he felt an overwhelming sense of connection. They kissed and held onto each other tightly, making love for a very, very long time.

  Later on, as they lay weary but fulfilled on the bed, their arms and legs intertwined and her head on his chest, they both shared memories of their youth, laughing as they rebuilt the connection that had been broken. They also couldn't help but laugh at the bizarre set of circumstances that had brought them back together.

  "Actually, I think I kinda like being a vegetarian," Jeff said. "I felt pretty strong this week."

  Melody's hand came down and lightly caressed his cock. "Well I might just become an occasional meat eater," she smiled.

  "Ha. Well, I've decided that I'm not going to make you wear my shirt," he said. "But you do still owe me a turtle ride."

  Melody got a devilish smile on her face and moved into position on all fours on the bed, arching her back seductively. "Climb aboard," she said. "Double or nothing."

  The End.

  What Did I Do?

  I walk into the bedroom, glad to be home after a long day of work. You're sitting on the bed, looking pissed. I'm surprised to see you there since I didn't think you'd be home yet. I smile and start to walk towards you. "Hi honey, how was your day?"

  The angry look on your face stops me in my tracks. I can tell you had a bad day, and I start to think about what I can do to make you feel better. Nice dinner, bottle of wine, massage, a blowjob....from your expression I'm thinking you might need all the above. I open my mouth to suggest we go out for dinner but you cut me off.

  "Come here," you growl. I go to you, expecting you need a hug. Instead you grab me by the arm and pull me over your lap. Out of instinct I struggle against you as you lift the back of my short skirt. It was a warm day so I didn't wear any stockings. The only thing covering my ass is the little bit of red mesh that is my panties. I go still as your hand spanks me, surprised into submission.

  A couple of more smacks on my ass wakes me out of my stupor as the stinging starts. You've never spanked me out of anger before. Usually the punishment is playful and it's my idea. Today you're taking your anger out on me, and it scares me a little. I try to cover my ass with my hands so we can talk about this. You roughly grab both my wrists with your left hand and hold them out in front of me. Your right hand keeps spanking my ass, pinning me to your lap.

  Suddenly you stop. I breathe a sigh of relief, trying to ignore the throbbing. I feel your fingernails scratching my tender flesh. The light touch normally wouldn't bother me, but the spanking left me so sensitive that I gasp. I hear you chuckle. Then you plunge two fingers inside my pussy. We are both surprised by how wet I am as your fingers slide in easily. I moan as you slide them back out. Without warning you unleash a flurry of slaps on my ass. It's almost as if you are angry that I am wet, that even though I am frightened and unsure about what is happening I am still excited. I cry out as you punish me, hardly able to catch my breath.

  You take a break, and I turn my head to look up at you. "What do you want from
me," I plead, the tears forming in my eyes. You think for a minute, then tell me to stand up. I struggle to compose myself as I pull my skirt back down and stand before you. "Strip," you command. Not sure what else to do, I obey.

  My fingers shake as I unbutton my shirt and peel it off my shoulders. I reach around behind me and unzip my skirt and drop it to the floor. I'm left wearing my red mesh bra and matching bikini, along with my black patent leather heels. Stripper shoes, you've joked in the past. I pause, unsure if you want me naked or not. "Loose the underwear, keep the shoes." I search your face to see if you are serious. You are. I unhook the front closure of my bra and my breasts spill out as I drop the bra to the floor. Finally I hook my thumbs under the sides of my panties and slide them down over my hips and past my heels. I straighten up and stand before you completely naked and vulnerable.

  You don't say anything, just gesture me to come closer. I do, expecting that I have to undress you now. I get right in front of you and you reach up towards my chest. I think you are going to caress me. Instead you open your hand and slap my left breast. Again I gasp, surprised by you. You slap it again, watching it swing as it reddens. I start to back away. You reach out with your other hand and squeeze my right nipple hard. If I try to pull away it hurts even more, so I have no choice but to stand there and let you spank my tits. I moan as you work them, slapping and pinching me until I can barely stand. Finally you stop.

  "I'll tell you what I want from you," you say as you stand up and start unbuttoning your pants. "I want to take you up the ass. Get on all fours." You jerk your head towards the bed. I hesitate for a moment. All the anal play we've done before has been gentle and easy, taking our time to make it as comfortable as possible. I can tell today you are in no mood to be gentle, and that scares me. You pull your belt out of the loops and swing it at me. It snaps against my upper thigh, leaving a welt behind. That's all the motivation I need. I climb onto the bed onto my hands and knees, ass up in the air. I bury my face in the pillow and wait to see how this plays out.

  I feel you settle on the bed behind me. I hear you unzip your fly and take your cock out. You aren't even going to bother getting undressed for this. You grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table and I'm grateful that you at least aren't going to try to take me dry. I feel a couple of cold drops on my asshole, which makes it tighten up. You spread a little on yourself. Then I feel the head of your cock nudging against my back door.

  I exhale as the tip gains entry inside me. The familiar feelings of pain and pleasure mix as I try to relax so I can take you fully. However, you aren't going as slow as you usually do, and I can feel your entire length filling me up quickly. The pain becomes intense as you try to push further inside me and I tense up. You pull almost all the way out, the pain receding until you push back into me. You are getting frustrated that I'm too tight for you to fuck me as hard as you want, so you start spanking my ass as you thrust into it. I can't hold myself up anymore. I have to support myself with my elbows, my cries muffled by the pillow. My breasts are rubbing against the comforter as you push into me. They are still sensitive from earlier and the way they feel against the material excites me. I'm widening out from all of your thrusting so it's finally getting easier for you to fuck me hard.

  You lean down and growl in my ear, "Play with yourself while I take you." I reach down and find my clit. It's very wet from all my juices running out. I try to wipe it off the best I can so that I have enough friction on it to come. I rub myself, causing my muscles to clench around your cock making it tight again. You don't slow down. You just keep pushing into me, occasionally smacking my ass as you pump it. I'm rubbing my clit fast and hard, feeling my orgasm build. So many sensations at once; it's almost too much as I feel myself climbing. By my moans and cries you can tell I'm close so you keep fucking my ass in the same rhythm, pulling my hips onto you. Finally it breaks as my muscles contract and I'm screaming into the pillow, unaware of what I'm saying, only focused on the intensity of the orgasm. The pulsing of my ass on your cock takes you over the edge as you come, pounding into my quivering ass, shooting your come deep inside me as you cry out in pleasure. Finally your thrusts stop as you finish. You pause for a second and then pull out of me as I gasp one last time and collapse onto the bed. I hear you zip your pants back up and head towards the door. I turn my head to watch you leave. You look less angry now. You stop in the doorway and look back at me. "When you're up to it," you say, "clean yourself up and I'll take you to dinner." I guess that's my reward for being punished.

  The End.

  Surprise?

  It was going to be a long day.

  Claire had never been much for the world of romance. Running from secret organizations and superpowered serial killers never left her much time for that kind of thing. She was always more pragmatic, trying to figure out how to survive or, when surviving wasn't an issue, how to just deal with life on a basic level. So a month or so ago when her roommate had kissed her, it wasn't just confusion because she had a girl kissing her. It was more because she had anyone kissing her at all.

  Since then, things had been ... not awkward, but complicated. Gretchen had been doing a good job of giving her time ... that was something. But the more Claire thought about it, the less that was a benefit. With all the insanity from the carnival and her dad building up, it was getting to the point where she just wanted someone to be close to. She had confidants, she had people who understood her situation, she'd had them for years. What was driving her insane now was that her life was always so chaotic that she never had the time to stop and be comforted or just ignore even for a few hours that she was not and never could be normal. And considering she had exactly one friend here ... she was tired of having to keep a "minimum safe distance" from her.

  It was a shitty afternoon that day: raining outside, lightning crashing. From what Claire could see from her window, walkways were starting to flood. She sighed and left the curtains open, laying down on her bed inverted to watch the storm. On top of that, it was WAY too hot and the air conditioner was broken. Clair wasn't entirely comfortable with the pink, lacey underwear (nor did she even remember when she got them), but she'd already started laundry before this day had turned into a clusterfuck. "No class today," she mumbled, less than enthused, "Whoo." She tilter her head back from the torrential downpour outside and stared at the ceiling, bored out of her mind. It'd been one of those days. The ones where she couldn't stop thinking. And with nothing to actually do, it just gets worse and worse and worse.

  She bent her head back awkwardly (and, for anyone else, probably really uncomfortably) upsidedown as the door clicked. Gretchen, wearing an excessively large and soaked black poncho, slipped into the room and slammed the door behind her by leaning against it. She dropped her bag as she caught her breath, having run all the way across campus from her last class before the storm had shut the school down for the day. She opened her mouth to say something and paused, her eyes widening just a little bit as she looked down to see Claire laying down and arching herself up in her underwear. Claire immediately realized this may not have been the best way to choose to cool off at this, but it wasn't like she could throw something on. At least not without it being covered in detergent and water.

  "Laundry ... day," Claire said, somewhat meekly as she turned herself around, laying stomach-down and maybe a little less provocatively.

  "Oh ... right, laundry day," Gretchen answered, doing her best not to sound awkward or stare and shaking her head a little. She took off the poncho and retreated to her closet to change. Claire groaned and buried her head into her arms, feeling like a raging bitch for what she guessed she must have just put her friend through. 'I mean, it's not even like you DON'T like her,' she admitted to herself internally, 'So why can't you just be a woman and tell her?' She'd been having that fight with herself for days now on top of all the conflict, two probably-related facts, but it still was agonizing.

  She looked up suddenly with determination, then threw a glanc
e to the window again. It WAS a shitty day. It WAS a long day. Only 10:55 in the morning and she'd already been exposed, overheated, stressed-out, and frustrated. 'DO something about it, then,' she commanded herself, 'Stop being such a pussy and just ... okay, Claire. Get up. Figure something out. Do it. That easy.' She spun around to sit up and looked at the slightly ajar closet door where she could hear the slight rustling of clothing. She breathed in deeply and got up, making quick strides over to it.

  Claire paused, her hand about to knock on the door. She felt warm, but not just from the broken air conditioning. She was nervous and more than a little excited. Her hand dropped lower as she thought out what she was going to do, barely realizng her impulses were acting for her. By the time her fingers had wrapped around the doorknob, she was barely moving herself at all. She looked down at her closed hand and exhaled finally, then pulled the door open slowly.

  Gretchen turned around, hands pulled behind her back and on the clasp of her bra. She paused, otherwise completely undressed, and stared back at Clair for a second. "Um, can I help you?" she asked just as nervously, tilting her legs away from Claire a little. While Claire didn't mind her showing off her firm, pale ass, she couldn't help but think she was acting a little weird. Well, weirder than she thought she would in this scenario.

  "If I was any good at come-ons, I'd have a one-liner about the bra," Clair said, unable to make her move away from the door or into the closet, "but I'm not. So I'm hoping that gives you an idea of why I'm in here on its own?" Gretchen tilted her head for a second in confusion, then mouthed an "Oh!" as she got to the point.