Filthy Daddy's Taboo Erotic Sex Stories

by Amira Bradford

  "No. It wouldn't be right. Not tonight. I shall return twice more, though. To truly love others, you must learn to love yourself. You have much to learn. But there is time, and I will be watching!"

  Danny stood from the bed, and swayed for a moment... he was getting his bearings... he had never been wracked by such an orgasm in his life! He stepped toward her... she was perhaps three inches shorter than he. She just smiled and turned toward the window. She paused for a moment and looked back at him, raising one eyebrow.

  "Well, I suppose there's always time for you to 'love yourself' after I leave!"

  Daniel looked into her fiery green eyes and felt the lust already beginning to return! She was a goddess of lust and pleasure! She crept close, and with the push of one extended finger, Danny sat back on the bed. She leaned in... he gazed down her corset... her breasts seemed to sparkle in the light of her wings! She was covered with microscopic droplets of dew.

  Her red lips blew onto his neck. Her breath was like warm summer wind with the scent of flowers. She stood back for a moment and he gazed down at her skirt. She widened her stance, and pivoted her hips slightly; her thighs moved apart and her skirt creaked like tight vinyl. It slipped higher on her hips and he saw she was perfectly smooth and hairless all the way up! (Apparently, magical fairies never wear underwear of any kind beneath their short vinyl skirts!) All at once, she crept up onto his lap with a smooth feline motion, her knees perched on either side of his legs. She leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth, cradling his head in her smooth hands... she let her fingers ruffle through his hair. He kissed her back, passionately, and buried his head in her breasts! He kissed them passionately. He let his hands feel the feathery softness of her silver hair, and then he looked up into her green eyes. She bit her lip, and glanced down to his lap. His cock was raised like a torpedo, aimed directly up between her silky thighs... he let his hands slip down to feel her buttocks. Before he realized the simplicity of it all, she sat down on him!

  "Ohh!" He felt his body quiver slightly, the full length of his cock pushing up between her wetted lips.

  "Shhhh! This is how it should be!"

  Inside this goddess, he felt heat and tightness he had never imagined! It was as if she was so slippery that he would be expelled at any moment, but she felt as if some powerful suction deep within her drew him deeper still! She licked her lips, looked into his eyes, and began to move up and down on him, in a sure steady motion. His hands gripped her hips that rolled like the ocean tides. She rode him this way, one hand on the back of his neck, the other at his waist, and still she moved... he felt his body catch her rhythm and begin move under her.

  "You know, Daniel, you're really cute!"

  She bit her lip, and closed her eyes, picking up her pace slightly. Danny breathed deeply, and smelled her charged aroma, the freshness of fruit cut from the vine... a musk of lilac mixed with...

  Fuck! Mixed with the scent of FUCKING HOT WET CUNT! He let his body thrust harder, and she began to bounce on him. She reached back behind her neck.. his arms slid up her smooth naked armpits... her fingers tugged once at the end of a clear lace behind her neck, and her corset top slid down and off to the floor! Enormous... simply ENORMOUS perfect TITS! Had she read his mind? Had she somehow detected and fulfilled his most adolescent fantasies of perfection?! Daniel watched as her nipples grew erect before his very eyes... her round pink circles, which sparkled with dew, became little peaks. Her little peaks became raised and round, like the tips of little pencil erasers, and then stood out, as the larger ovals of her nipples rose outward into prominent cones... He let his tongue circle her left nipple, and found it hard as sapphire.

  She looked down at him smiling with glassy clear eyes. He met her mouth with a kiss once more, and felt her tongue slide into his mouth... she tasted of maple syrup and sugar! Her tongue slipped round every place in his mouth, and he sucked it in!

  Daniel felt himself loosing control under her. He gripped her back, let his hands run down her spine, felt the places where her wings attached... WINGS! They seemed to wave open and closed, fanning the air around them in time with their movements.

  "Do you like my wings?" She asked with an airy voice that hid none of her pleasure. "Would you like to take a closer look?"

  She rose off him, and crawled on her hands and knees to the far side of his bed. He followed her body with his eyes. He saw her crawl away from him, and then look back over her naked shoulder, through the glassy sheen of one fluttering wing... She arched her spine, and her buttocks swiveled irresistibly up in the air, the folds of her vagina parted and glistening with their own light!

  As he took up mount behind her, his hands found her thighs to be satin-smooth, her buttocks like polished glass, her waist narrow like that of a china doll. She immediately bucked back against him, his manhood throttling upward within her! He looked at her wings, which were both stiff and supple. They were as if leather had been turned to glass, perfused with tiny veins, as if the veins of a leaf. Transparent fluid within these veins shown with a pulsating blue light, ebbing and flowing with each push of her body against his! She beat her wings in the air three times, her face down in his pillows... he felt their cool breeze rush over his sweat-soaked body. He slid his hands up further and further, and around her sides, cupping under her hanging breasts. He felt the hard points of her nipples pressing into his hands.

  She turned her head towards him, her green eyes peering through glassy wing, her mouth partly open...

  "Oh, Daniel! FUCK ME!! JUST FUUUUUCK MEEEE!!"

  Her silky flexible body slipped off of him, her legs crossed beneath him as she now lay on her back. She faced him, bringing her knees up near her ears, her glassy heels pointing toward the ceiling. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Her hands slipped down his slippery back, gripping his ass... her fingers dug into him as she pulled him down and into her!

  "OHHHH!! OH YES! YES!" he stammered, his chest squashing against her naked breasts.

  He thrust harder and deeper, holding her thighs firmly in his grip... silky and warm, smooth and sparkling with tiny dots of fresh dew! He had never...NEVER imagined having such a creature, let alone riding her with such power! He felt truly ALIVE inside of her!

  The fairy gripped his buttocks with one hand, and let the other glide in smooth circles between his shoulder blades. She liked the look of determination she saw in his face... she loved hearing the heavy sound of his breath. She loved...

  She smiled devilishly to herself: She LOVED her job! She loved the feeling of his balls SMACKING against her puckered asshole! Secretly, she thought to herself, THIS was the reason she'd given him such heavy testicles! She'd burdened him with two weights he'd carry between his legs for life; though he would treasure them as long as he lived, they were a burden nonetheless! So sweet and PERVERSE, she thought: A young man CRAVING to carry his burden! Delighting in the daily task of unloading them, or else facing the pain of growing pressure from within! (She imagined to herself how many men she'd given this burden! How many young men throughout the ages!) No matter how he may take pride in their weight, and no matter how they may tantalize some future girl he meets... she'd given them to him for HER OWN selfish pleasure: his heavy nuts smacking her ass!

  "Oh, yes! Oh, YESSS!!" she whispered.

  He was growing close. She could sense it in the rising tension in his voice! He was very nearly PLEADING for his RELEASE!

  The fairy smiled again. Daniel gazed into her green eyes and beheld her devilish grin. Daniel was about to discover a wicked secret held by this fairy... a secret few mortal men have ever known... a hot slippery secret he would never forget!

  As he pumped her, a slippery wet tongue suddenly slipped out of her cunt, licking its way down his throbbing shaft!

  "Oh!! Holy shit! What the fuck?!" He was powerless to do anything but fuck HARDER!

  The tongue slipped out, shimmering and wet beneath his thrusting cock, long and thick! It twisted like an octopus's tentacle, and licked ab
out his testicles!

  "Oh, you are DELICIOUS!" exclaimed the fairy, licking her lips, gazing in wonder into Danny's wide eyes. She kissed him, and he felt her tongue slip into his mouth... all the while, down below, her OTHER tongue was licking little circles around his asshole!

  "MMMMM! MMMMMM!!!!" He was powerless to speak, so strong was her kiss on his mouth! What was happening to him? His heart beat wildly in his chest, for the sensations that coursed through every corner of his body!

  Without warning, her slippery octopus tongue slipped it's tip into his tight pucker, and PUSHED in deep- she was licking him FROM THE INSIDE! The tight undulating middle of her tongue curled and cradled his swinging balls, dripping with slippery saliva!

  In a moment out of time, his every drop of resistance gave way, and the rush gripped him... he felt the pulsating deep in his ass, deep in his balls, coursing like a fire-hose up through his impossibly taught cock!

  She knew just what was happening to him! She had brought this to him... and he had brought it to her in the same instant, feeling him from within and without and within!

  They came together. They came for a long minute that stretched into forever. As he felt the surge of his body pumping upward into the place between her thighs, her body rhythmically grew in brightness... a bright pulsating glow that rose and fell with each pump of his body...

  "OH YES, DANIEL! GIVE ME YOUR FUCK!! OH....."

  ________

  Daniel did not notice the moment the shimmering succubus disappeared through his window. He did not notice that time had started again. He did not hear the sounds in the next room:

  "Oh, TINA!! God.."

  SQUEAK-CREAK SQUEAK-CREAK SQUEAK-CREAK...

  "You KNOW IT.. OH STEVIE!! You FUCKER! FUCKER!!! OHHH!"

  He was fast asleep.

  He would awaken in the morning and think it was all a dream. That is until discovering the silver cock-ring she had left for him. She had apparently slipped over the purple head of his new enormous cock for him to find... It was time for him to jerk off and start the day!

  The End.

  That Rat Bastard

  Shit!!! Twenty nine frigging years old, and I find out 24 hours ago I am going to be a free woman, a divorcee, a soon to be spinster. That rat bastard husband of eight years needed some younger pussy did he? Well fuck it! I hate men and the stubby little membranes between their legs they use to think with. I would just bury myself in my work, and forget about romance and any kind of a social life. Men! Scumbags!

  Shit. What was I thinking? I love the stupid prick of a husband, and without him, I didn't have a clue as to where I would turn or what I would do.

  Right now it was year- end closing at Georgetown University and I had a pile of spreadsheets to finish up for the boss, so I had to try and shove the dickhead from my mind. At least Mr. Fuckwad had the decency to tell me he was getting a motel room until he could find a new place to buy, so I wouldn't have to see him when I went home.

  It was hard as Hell to concentrate with the anger spewing venom and making my blood boil, but I did manage to get the reports and spreadsheets done for my boss, Jo, short for Josephine, a no nonsense, rough but fair bull dyke lesbian. Many a macho male had had his balls served to him on a silver platter when they tried to cross her, and I so admired her for that. She was no nonsense when it came to work, but adored her sexy femme wife to death and treated her with the utmost love which I admired.

  In addition to being a kick ass woman and super accountant, Jo was incredibly intuitive and knew something was wrong with me. After looking over the papers, she leaned back in her leather chair, pushed a hand through her short spiked hair and with a sigh said, "The work looks great. Now tell me what the Hell is eating at you."

  I had been quiet all day, but had no idea I had been wearing my 'world hates me' feelings on my sleeve and was that obvious, so I was a little surprised.

  "What do you mean Boss?"

  "What I mean Adams is that you've produced great work as usual, but you've been moping around all day, so I want to know what's up."

  That's my name....Adams....Soon to be Jenkins, my maiden name. I think Rachel goes better with Jenkins than Adams anyway. So take that my dearly beloved. You can have your lousy name back. The thought of the lowlife however brought tears to my eyes for the first time that day, so I guess the protective instinct in Jo got her up from her large oak desk and come around to put her strong hands on my shoulders and say "What is it Adams?"

  The bottled up tears really began to flow at that point. It felt strange to be taken in the arms of your boss, and a woman on top of that, but I didn't give a damn. Right now I took comfort in her arms and as the tears just flowed, I whimpered, "The Son-of-a-bitch left me last night."

  I think Jo read between the lines and all she did for a silent 30 seconds was just rock me and rub up and down my back, giving me some time to let the gusher flow. Finally I was able to stop sobbing and Jo held me by the shoulders at arm length and calmly said, "So you want me to kick his ass for you Blondie?"

  It was the first time I had laughed in probably a week.... I take that back...first time I had laughed in the past year of marriage. I knew the marriage had died out and last night was just the culmination of growing apart. But at 29, I still felt lost. I was no glamour girl at 5'4" 153 pounds, but was always told I had a pretty face with big almond collard eyes and full pouty lips. I did have some pretty massive breast cycles and a big round bubble butt ass that shook a bit. Right now I was feeling ugly and overweight and that those pouty lips would never suck another man's cock, and I would be a celibate spinster for the rest of my life.

  "Thanks for the offer Jo. I appreciate it, but I want the rat bastard to live long enough for some slimy lawyer to take every penny he has."

  That made Jo chuckle and she added "That's the spirit. I've tried to tell you Pussy is better than Weenies any day, but you just never would listen."

  That brought another laugh from me. Jo was incredible at knowing just the right thing to say and solving personal as well as business problems. I had no problems with gay sex, and even experimented a few times in High School and College, but I know I am 99.9% hetero, even though I always get my heart broken by dumbass inconsiderate Pricks. I just thought my husband was different and it would last forever, and I wouldn't be so easily replaced by a younger skinny Minnie.

  "My wife and one of her friends are joining me here and we are going out for some entertainment and a few drinks." DC recently passed same sex marriage, and Jo and her "wife" were the first in line, though they had lived together for 7 years previously.

  I was in no mood to party, so I told her 'no' but she wouldn't let it rest and finally convinced me to join them around 8:30 pm, a half hour before her lover and friend would arrive. I had some last minute things to clean up, so I returned to my cubicle and began tidying up.

  By the time I was finishing up, I heard Stacy, Jo's wife, and their friend enter the office. I looked over, and immediately did a double take. The woman entering with Stacy had an uncanny resemblance to my idiot husband. Same height at around 5'9", same buff build, only her face had softer features and her short black hair hung below her ears. It was like seeing a ghost and I know she must have thought I was crazy for blatantly staring at her.

  Stacy introduced her as Dennie (short for Denise) and I shook her large strong hand and looked into her piercing blue eyes. She was dressed in skin tight jeans which accentuated her round muscular ass, and she looked to be about my age, though I later found out she was 36. It was a hot and humid summer night in Washington, so she was wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt, and although she didn't have the beef of Jo, her arms were tanned and toned and it was very evident that she worked out. I learned that she was a Prosecutor in the Obama administration, so it was evident that this handsome woman had looks, brawn, AND brains.

  When she smiled with glorious perfect, white teeth I felt something stir in me, which scared the Hell out of me. I'm a woman who adores a
nd worships cocks, penises, dicks, phallic devices of all kinds as long as they are blood filling flesh and not dangling plastic. I AM NOT GAY....So why did I feel a strange tingle in my pussy in the presence of this fascinating woman?

  I turned away from her and tried to find some busy work at my cube just to buy time, collect my thoughts and try and catch my breath. Maybe it was just that I adored my husband, and the two of them could have been fraternal twins. Why did she have to be a freakin' woman? God she was hot! 'What the Hell was I saying? Come on Rachel, get a grip. You're NOT Les. You're NOT Les. You're NOT Les.'

  After Jo did some last minute work on the files, we were ready to go and headed to one of their favorite lesbian clubs called Phaze 1. I have the admit as we entered, the place was incredible at first glance. Beautiful chandeliers and red curtains hung with a soft light and the place was packed with every assortment of woman, some making out, some sharing a drink and getting to know each other, some having dinner, and some dancing to a hard beating hip hop.

  It felt nice but strange to be there and even stranger when Dennie put her hand in the small of my back to lead me to our booth as we followed Jo and Stacy. The waitress showed us to our booth and Jo and Stacy took one side, and Dennie waited for me to enter the other side, then slid in... a little too close beside me.

  Having a gay boss and living in DC should have prepared me for what was happening all around me, but seeing every size, shape and color of woman 'on the make' just blew my mind, yet I found myself loosening up and enjoying it...a little more than I would have liked to admit to myself.

  After Leslie, our pretty waitress disappeared for our drinks, Jo took Stacy's hand and led her to the dance floor, leaving me alone with Dennie, and my strange feelings I was experiencing around her. We smiled at each other as we watched Jo and Stacy tear up the dance floor. I had no idea my big tough boss could move like she did.

  After three dances, Jo and Stacy returned to our booth, and I was somewhat sorry, because in the brief moment that they were away, Dennie was making me laugh and have an incredible time just listening to her wonderful stories and wit about her job, her hobbies and yes, her lifestyle.