Filthy Daddy's Taboo Erotic Sex Stories

by Amira Bradford

  After all of us finished two drinks I was feeling a little buzz, which probably explains why I didn't say 'no' when Dennie asked me to dance a slow dance. The DJ announced "The Moment" by Framing Hanley. I had never heard the song, but it was beautiful, and when Dennie took me in her arms to lead, I felt that same strange twinge in my chest and crotch that I felt when I met her. I hated to admit to myself but Dennie was better company and more intelligent than my stupid husband ever could wish to be, and I was beginning to thoroughly enjoy my time with her. I repeat...'God, why couldn't she be a man?'

  We had been at the club for 2 ? hours and being held firmly in Dennie's arms was the highlight of the evening, as much as I hate to admit it. I don't know if it was the beers or my horniness of having a sexless marriage for the past 6 months, but I found myself almost melting into her arms as she led me around the dance floor. Her hands seemed to move a little lower to the top of my ass as I locked my fingers around the back of her neck and just glided effortlessly with her lead.

  I didn't realize I had closed my eyes until I felt Dennie's warm breath as she whispered in my ear that she really enjoyed the evening and didn't want it to end. My heart began to pound 100 beats a minute when she surprised me and asked if I would like to leave and go to her place.

  Scared to death, I broke our embrace and excused myself as I almost ran to the ladies room to escape. I quickly entered the first available stall and although I didn't have to pee, I sat on the toilet to try and get my bearings. What the Hell was happening? I was a smart woman. Moral. Semi -Christian. And Hetero Hetero Hetero. No matter how many times I told myself that, I still couldn't deny that Dennie was showing me the time of my life, and I had never met anyone as remarkable as her.

  I came to no conclusions, but realized I couldn't hide in the stall until closing and somehow sneak home without Jo, Stacy and Dennie seeing me. I took a huge breath, plastered on my best smile and exited the ladies room and headed back to our booth. Dennie got up; looking concerned and allowed me to slide in, then sat beside me.

  When she leaned into me to speak I nearly fainted, but allowed her to shout in my ear to be heard above the music, "I'm very sorry Rachel."

  I was shocked. Dennie had done nothing wrong and merely asked to keep the evening going and share my company further. It was very evident I was in heaven in her presence, so it wasn't a shock to think that she would make the offer to move forward.

  I HAD to make this beautiful, wonderful woman understand that it was me, not her that should apologize. I was the one whose head wasn't screwed on right. I did my best to try and explain, but the music was so loud, I couldn't be heard and finally said, "Yes, Dennie, I would like to go home with you."

  I felt like I had made the biggest commitment of my life, and was scared to death as we told Jo and Stacy we would catch a cab and go to Dennie's place, and then she would drive me home later.

  We exited the club and I was shaking like a leaf as Dennie hailed a cab. I hadn't felt this nervous since my 7th grade Cotillion dance class. It was a fairly short and silent cab ride and I had no idea where we were going until we pulled up to the entrance of the Watergate.

  'My God!' I thought to myself. Not only is Dennie intelligent, a great dancer and awesome conversationalist, she also must have money coming out the wazoo. The Watergate Condos were for the rich creme de la creme.

  We exited the cab, went through the lavish lobby, and rode the elevators to the 6th floor. Dennie opened the door to 613 and we entered to a spacious entryway with the luxurious living room off to the left.

  "Why don't you have a seat and relax while I get us a night cap. Do you like Don Perignon?"

  I thought to myself I must be caught up in some frightening but wonderful dream. I was no pauper, but had never had Don Perignon in my life, and Dennie acted as if it was just another Budweiser. I had to admit to her I had never had it, and she moved off to the bar saying I was in for a treat.

  No matter how pleasant or wonderful Dennie was acting, I just couldn't lose the case of nerves I was feeling. I didn't want to admit to myself that I was really developing strong feelings for another woman, especially one seeming so at ease with her sexuality and her ease of seduction. Before she returned to the couch holding two wine-filled glasses, she turned on a CD of barely audible but beautiful music. The conversation and wine flowed for 45 minutes, and then Dennie slowly made her move.

  We were about a foot from each other on the couch and just finished sharing a laugh, when she took the back of her hand and gently caressed my cheek with it.

  "You know your husband is really an ignorant ass. You are a very beautiful, fun, intelligent woman."

  All the beer and wine in DC couldn't stop my panic from returning. How could this Goddess be interested in a chubby little University accounting analyst?

  'My God! She's going to kiss me!"

  I did nothing to stop her, and it was the gentlest kiss I had ever received, and instead of running for the door, I surprised myself by looking at her and wanting more. Slowly she moved in, and softly took my lips in hers, causing to become lost in her moist tenderness. It felt so unusual not to feel male razor stubble on the other end of a kiss. It was delicious, and when she slipped the tip of her tongue between my parted lips, I thought I would die. I didn't know where this was leading, but part of me never wanted it to stop, and my tongue gently joined Dennie's in a slow dance of moist exploring pleasure.

  I was breathless when Dennie finally broke the kiss and smiled down into my flushed longing face, and in almost a whisper said "Rachel, I want you to know that I totally respect you and I don't want to insult or misread you, but I could really use a shower, and would love for you to join me. If I was out of line with the question, you are free to slap my face and I will give you a ride home and won't bother you again."

  I bit the knuckle of my index finger as my head screamed run like hell, but my heart and my pussy said you will always regret it if you pass this offer up. Finally, though scared to death, my sopping wet pussy won out and I whispered a faint, "I'd like to join you Dennie."

  All I could think of was how fat and ugly I was and once she saw me naked she would either laugh hysterically or throw up. I followed her into the most luxurious bathroom I had seen in my life and after turning on the shower, Dennie turned and advanced to me, stopping, and taking my chin in her fingers and bending to kiss me once again. She continued to explore my mouth tenderly, causing my knees to turn to jelly, while simultaneously removing my dress.

  Suddenly I wanted to disappear. Why couldn't I have run laps, done pushups, or 100 sit-ups per night? I had massive boobs, a massive ass, and a massive gut, and I was being undressed by the most beautiful woman, with an Olympian's body. 'God please don't let her laugh or get sick.'

  Dennie broke the kiss to gently place my dress on a chair beside the commode, so I was nervously standing in my bra and panties. I had to do something to try and calm the nerves, so I began to remove Dennie's shirt, which only excited me further. Her torso and braless breasts were magnificent, perfectly formed and only a quarter of the size of my frigging mammoth D-cup breasts. I felt like a beached whale next to this beautiful creature. I couldn't take my eyes off her brown areola, taut nipples and rock hard stomach. God I felt so soft and inadequate as I nervously worked at the clasp of her jeans.

  'Oh my God!" As I slipped the pants down her legs I discovered that Dennie went Commando. I was immediately at eye level with the most beautiful patch of thick black hair, covering her bare pussy. I had never been so close to another woman's vagina in my life, and Dennie's was gorgeous, with an incredible musky smell to it. My head was spinning wildly. I slipped off her shoes and jeans so her body was totally naked, causing my heart to almost pound out of my chest.

  Slowly and awkwardly, I stood back up and tried to look away from the naked beauty standing before me. Once again she moved towards me and put her arms around me to unclasp my bra. My huge tits with their eraser sized pink nipples sprung...o
r should I say flopped forth. I felt so disgustingly huge and fat, but when Dennie bent forward and cupped my right breast and gently took the nipple into her mouth to suck it hungrily, I thought I would die.

  She proceeded to take my left breast and give it the same loving treatment as she caressed my big round ass through my panties. Then I felt her fingers at the elastic of my panties and felt her slide them down over my thighs and calves.

  My mind was screaming, 'Oh shit!!! You are totally naked Rachel. She's gonna barf any minute.'

  Dennie then stood, and at arm's length looked me over from head to toe, and I just knew that was the going to be the end, but instead, she shocked the hell out of me by giving me a huge hungry smile and moving closer to join our lips in yet another wonderful kiss.

  I don't know if it was lust, pure horniness or insanity, but after that smile and that kiss, I no longer felt like the ugliest, fattest thing on the planet, whose husband left her 24 hours ago. Dennie made me feel beautiful and totally desirable as she took my hand and led me into the shower.

  Her whole body was incredible, but her muscular ass was to die for and I had a strange desire to either spank it, lick it or bury my face in it and suffocate and die in heaven. She was an amazing specimen.

  She allowed me to get myself wet, then gently moved me away from the shower spray and proceeded to lather her hands and gently wash and caress my huge sagging melons. She didn't seem to be disgusted by my huge breasts, but instead seem to almost worship them and treat them with the utmost admiration and respect.

  She bent down and once again took a hard pink nipple into her mouth and sucked and bit it wonderfully drawing moans of pleasure from my mouth. Her lathered hands were busy washing the whole lower half of my body, and instead of being turned off over my big flabby butt, she seemed fascinated with it, massaging and caressing the soft flesh, while gently washing up and down my crack sending electric current through my body.

  I couldn't take anymore and grabbed Dennie's shoulders to turn her around and trade places with her. I wanted to buy time to recover and not pass out, and also I wanted to feel and caress this fit Amazon's body.

  I slowly washed her from head to toe, not wanting to miss one delicious inch of her hard tanned flesh. When I bit her sexy brown nipples while inserting a soapy finger in her bottom, I was thrilled to hear a wonderful lustful moan of pleasure. I soaped the six pack of her abdomen, and then she held my shoulders to raise me for a tonsil exploring kiss. Both of us were wild animals, in heat, and when she reached and turned off the water and with a pleading expression said, "Please join me in my bedroom," for once that evening I felt perfectly comfortable in my large body, and proceeded to get out of the shower and dry her as she dried me, both continuing to kiss and bite with hungering lust.

  When Dennie scooped to pick me up, I had a momentary anxiety attack worrying about my weight once again, but when she rejoined our lips and marched into her luxurious bedroom, I couldn't care less about a little extra wiggly flesh here and there. All I could marvel at was her strength, and those magnificent talented lips.

  She lay me down on a massive king sized bed with silk sheets, and I felt another pang of anxiety. Dennie had been perfect all evening. Was she so practiced that she could bed any woman she set her sights on? Was I just another conquest for her?

  As if reading my thoughts, Dennie gently sat on the bed and as she gently stroked my forearm with her fingers said, "Rachel, I don't want this to be a one night stand. Your body and mind drive me wild, but I know you are going through hell with your husband, so I don't want to rush things, and will give you all the time and space you need."

  I think I must have begun to float around her bedroom at that point, and seeing my huge grin, Dennie needed no further encouragement to bend down to where I was laying, for another warm mind-blowing kiss.

  The kiss moved to my cheeks, ears and neck as she slowly teased my nipples with her fingers and massaged my large breasts with her strong experienced right hand.

  I wanted to return the attention I was receiving, but I felt totally defenseless, unable to move and just lay there with eyes closed, and legs spread like a wonton slut.

  Still nipping and licking at my neck and face, her hand gently caressed my shoulders, arms and traveled down over my chest to my soft stomach. She ran her finger in circles around my navel, and then inserted the tip causing a wonderful new sensation.

  Her exploratory journey did not stop there, and as her fingers slowly moved lower to my blond muff, I took in a breath and my heart pounded madly.

  She leaned forward and once again took a nipple in her mouth and sucked greedily as her fingers gently roamed over my hot moist vagina. God, did this woman know the female body, and how to tease and produce the most erotic effects.

  Slowly she moved a finger up and down my hot, wet slit, causing me to arch my back and involuntarily raise my ass, urging her to enter me. Finally after what seemed like an hour of torture, she gently moved a finger into me, followed by another, and I thought I would die. The primal gasp I emitted sounded like nothing that ever came from my lips before.

  In and out she stroked me, pushing and thrusting knowingly until finally every muscle in my body contracted and I let out a shriek of ecstasy with an orgasm like I had never experienced before.

  Dennie gave me no time to recover, and slowly moved her talented lips down my chest, stomach and stationing herself between my legs, began to reign kisses and bites on my inner thighs. As she moved up to my hot sopping pussy, I panicked. My bastard husband would never go down on me because he thought it was dirty, and after trying it one time said, "It smells fishy."

  I held my breath as she approached my center, terrified that I would turn her off with the scent of me. As she licked the sides of my lips, then gently did a slow lick up the center of my crack, stopping just below my clit, she stopped for a second and lustily growled, "Damn, you smell hot!"

  She returned to my steamy crotch, smelling, tasting, teasing driving me higher and higher as my hips thrust up to meet her and take her long tongue further into my pussy. She fucked me with her tongue over and over with deep penetrating strokes, and when she started diddling my clit, I grabbed her hair with both hands and thrust her face deeper into my pussy, covering her with my love juices.

  Never had I experienced such bliss, or lack of control. My whole body writhed and jerked in ecstasy and once again I couldn't contain the feelings, and exploded with a primal scream. As she continued to stroke and lick me, all I could do was flop around the huge bed like a fish out of water and spasm with sheer pleasure.

  Finally, the spasms eased and my breathing and heart beat seemed to attempt to return to normal. I lay back with my forearm over my forehead, eyes closed, feeling like I had just run a blissful marathon. I wanted to smell and taste that beautiful brunette more than anything in the world, but I was totally spent, and lay gasping for air like a puddle of mush.

  Slowly Dennie moved up to join me and leaning on her left elbow, gently stroked my check with her right hand.

  "Rachel, you're the most beautiful woman I have known, and you turn me on more than anyone I have ever met."

  Still gasping for air, my first thought was 'and you are so full of shit' but I let my insecurity remain silent, and on second thought, reveled in the possible belief that I was appealing and that someone could actually love me "as is" warts and all.

  I was still feeling out of it, unable to answer her, so she continued to fill the silence as she stroked me. "I know it will take time, but I am willing to invest the effort in pursuing you. You're the most interesting intelligent woman I have ever met, and I want to be with you."

  Then the tears started to flow uncontrollably, and Dennie looked down at me with great concern. "Why are you crying Babe?"

  After a pause, I sniffled and whimpered, "Partly because I have never been happier in my life, and partly because I am sad, because now I am 100% Lesbian, and when my mother finds out, it is going to kill her
."

  Dennie roared with laughter so that I think she must have awakened everyone in the building, all the way down to the first floor.

  The End.

  Blast from the Past

  It was somewhat chilly, considering that it was supposed to be summer already. The air had a slight bite to it, and I pulled my cardigan from my bag and slipped it over my shoulders as I walked home from the underground station. Suddenly, tingles spread up my spine and I realized someone was walking close to me – turning around I could see the silhouette of a woman barely a metre away.

  "Fran?" a voice emitted from the outline, and I saw the shadow of her hip bump out as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Who was she, how did she know my name? I licked my lips and felt my mouth get a little dry... something about the way her hip curved in the shadow was doing strange things to my mind.

  "Who are you?" I replied, nervously running my fingers over my neck before linking them together and biting my lip.

  She laughed, the sound very seductive in the darkness and she took a step closer – "don't you remember me? I was at school with you, I'm Jenny..."

  Jenny... I racked my mind but the only Jenny I could remember was a short, skinny mousy girl who I was partners with in science – this gorgeously curvaceous woman couldn't be that same Jenny... but now I thought of it, there was something in the sound of her voice that struck a chord in my Biology lesson memories. "Science Jenny?" I asked, just to make certain. Her outlines head bobbed up and down and I heard her chuckle softly, "wow," I continued, "you sure grew up well!"

  Jenny laughed, and reached out to pat my arm – "from what I can see, so did you! Fancy getting a drink to catch up tomorrow? It would be great to know what you've been up to..."

  I paused for a second, trying to work out if I was right and there was a flirty tone in her voice or if it was just wishful thinking on my part... I wasn't sure, but I remembered that Jenny had had a relationship with a girl called Charlotte in our final college year so there was a fair chance that I was correct and the bote in her voice was indeed a come one... and, God, I sure hoped it was.