Filthy Daddy's Taboo Erotic Sex Stories

by Amira Bradford

  "Oh fuck!" She moaned as I began pumping in and out of her hot tunnel, faster with each stroke. I reached up to her huge, sexy tits and began to tease and pull her nipples in time with my strokes. Each time my hips bumped her sexy ass her whole body shook, making her big tits swirl around; her nipples pulled and twisted by the natural motion of her sexy mounds.

  "Oh God. I won't last much longer!" I said between gritted teeth, knowing that my climax was building, only seconds from pumping its hot load into her sexy body.

  "Not in me! Please, not in me!" She moaned as her whole body trembled with its building climax. In frustration, I pulled from her pussy, and pressed my cock against her wet lips with one hand. The friction of her hard clit sliding up and down the bottom of my shaft was enough to push us both over the top. Her whole body was shaking as my cock began to spew its load out, lancing shot after shot of hot cum across her tits and stomach until she was covered in my cum. Some of it sliding and dripping off her big tits.

  She let go of her legs and reached out to draw them around me, holding me against her pelvis as she lay panting, rubbing the cum around her body like lotion. "I always wondered how that would feel." She said quietly. "What's that?" I asked with some confusion. "Getting squirted on?"

  "Oh, that and being fucked by a real dick . Jackie does a pretty good job of taking care of most of my horniness with her toys. But that was definitely different!"

  "Who's Jackie?" I asked, even more confused.

  "Jackie is my partner." She said as if that explained everything. In a way it did, but it also brought up so many more questions.

  "Um, I see... I think." I said as she disengaged her legs from around me and pushed herself up to sit on the wing. She reached for my neck and pulled my face down to hers, giving me a long slow wet kiss that had an almost immediate effect, starting mister happy growing again.

  "Hmmm, looks like your batteries recharge faster than my favorite toy." She said with a giggle as she felt my growing hardness against her belly. "But I think I better take care of that fuel pump before we go down this road again."

  With that she pushed me away and slid off the wing, standing in front of me and leaning in for another long slow kiss. "You know." She whispered, as her hand found my cock and stroked it slowly, "I could kiss you all day. You are such a damn good kisser."

  "You're not so bad yourself." I whispered as my hands stroked the sides of her large tits.

  "Hmmmmm Thank you!" She cooed with a smile as she let go of my cock and pushed me away. "I better get to work or we'll be at this all day!"

  "Is that a problem?" I asked with a laugh.

  "Maybe." She answered simply as she walked around the wing, headed back to the engine area. I watched her climb up the stool again and could not resist the temptation to tease my fingers between her wet lips while she bent over to work. "Oh God. You keep that up and I'm going to make you fuck me again!" She said from inside the cowling.

  "And that would be a problem why?" I asked. Without a word she spent almost fifteen minutes bent over in the cowling working before pushing herself out to stand up on the stool. She climbed down with a part in her hand and then turned around to set it down on the stool. She bent over and stuck her ass out at me. "Ok. You wanted it, it's yours!" She said as she spread her legs apart and arched her back so her pussy stuck out at me.

  "You want it?" I teased.

  "Fuck yes! You've been teasing the shit out of me and I'm almost ready to cum already!" She said with a laugh. "If you don't stick that cock in me I think I'm going to die!"

  "I can arrange that!" I said with a grin as I stepped behind her. I rubbed the head of my cock around her wet lips and slid easily into her well lubricated tunnel, eliciting a small moan from her.

  "Ohhhhh, so nice!" She said as I started stroking, long and slow, into her. I took my time, working in and out at a leisurely pace, not wanting to rush things; and also realizing that her very tight tunnel would fire me off in about two seconds if I really went at it. Even so, it seemed like only a few short minutes before I felt my balls tightening up as her climax approached. I could feel the first pulsations in her velvety tunnel as her climax worked right to the edge. I reached around her and found her nipples with my hands and gave each one a gentle squeeze and pull, causing her to cry out as her orgasm crashed suddenly over her. Her body jerked and spasmed around my cock as I continued to stroke into her; my own climax only moments away. I pulled out and started to stroke my own cock to completion, only to be met with a cry of "NOOOO!"

  With a smile I aimed my cock at her still open hole and stuffed it back in. The extra sensation of re-entering her pushed me over the top and my body jerked, ramming my cock deep into her pussy as it gushed the first of many shots of my cum into her. Time and again my body jerked and added to the volume trapped in her pussy, before it finally slowed and I stood panting, my cock shriveling inside her.

  "Oh god that was intense!" She panted from where she leaned on the stool. "I hope you have a lot more where that came from."

  "I do, why?"

  "Because your fuel pump is shot and you're going to be stuck here 'till tomorrow." She said with a grin as she pulled off my cock and turned to face me.

  "Well, I suppose I can always get a room at the hotel."

  "What hotel? There isn't one. What I can do is offer for the two of you to stay at our place. I know that Jackie hasn't been fucked by a guy in years, but I think you just might be man enough to charm her into it."

  "Why would I want to do that?" I asked.

  "Well, since you already fucked my girlfriend, I might want a little myself!" I heard a voice behind me say. I turned around and saw a very sexy woman in her mid twenties, long blond hair flowing over her shoulder and down her front almost to her thin waist; partially obscuring a set of tits that were easily as big as Freddie's.

  "Not to mention that cute thing you have with you might be a nice payback too." I looked back and forth between the two women, eventually asking if they were serious.

  "Oh I'm quite serious." Jackie said as she stepped up to me and stroked down my chest with a finger. "If you could seduce Freddie, then you must be pretty good. And I am always ready for 'pretty good'!" She said as she let her fingers slide around my balls and cup them in her hand.

  "So, you game to stay the day, and night, with the two of us?" she challenged.

  "Well, since I'm stuck here I don't see any reason to turn down such generous accommodations." I answered.

  "Good. It's settled then. Freddie will bring you home when she gets done here, and I'll go collect your little friend from the shop and see how sweet she really is." Jackie said as she turned and walked away, her cute ass wiggling seductively as she went.

  "What have I gotten myself into?" I asked myself as Freddie walked toward the office area with my defunct fuel pump in her hand. I had a feeling I was going to be very tired by the time the morning of the 15th rolled around.

  The End.

  The Agency

  "It's torture, isn't it?", Jason observed aloud.

  Although he had made no attempt to hide his arrival, Trinity was startled to hear his voice. He could see she was distracted, but he didn't mind. It was easy to see why her mind was elsewhere.

  Trinity's body trembled and glistened with sweat. She was completely nude, lying on her stomach, her limbs lashed spread out and lashed down. From the V in her legs, a slight buzzing could be heard. Upon closer inspection, Jason could see a small "butterfly" vibrator strapped to her clit, the base of a 'G'-spot vibrator, and rising from the swell of her quivering ass, a set of vibrating anal beads. All of these devices were set to low, which allowed her to become aroused, but nowhere near enough to bring her to climax. In fact, even as he watched, Jason could see the 'butterfly' begin to vibrate slowly, increase speed slightly, before stopping. It then began the trip again. No matter how much she struggled, Trinity could not push herself over the edge to orgasm.

  Hence, the distraction. Jason stared a
t her body, helpless, tense, and throbbing. He knew the battle going on inside her. She didn't want these things in her, and she fought so hard to fight the pleasure they brought her. But part of her, a growing part, wanted to cum.

  'And in that, lies her weakness,' he thought with a smile. An ex-lover of his had once spilled the secret to get a woman to answer any question.

  She had said,"Honey, you withhold an orgasm from me long enough... I will tell you where my grandmother buries her silver." Her lighthearted words of advice were the secret of his high track record.

  Word around the "Agency" was if you needed answers from a woman, you needed Jason Delmont on your team. He'd secure the 'witness', take her to a special lab in the Nevada desert, and come out with all your questions answered. He would almost always have even more extensive information than expected. This he would keep for his own protection. Sometimes, he would offer to sell parts of the extra information to his clients. For a modest fee of course.

  Most of his clients had no idea what he did to extract said information from the informants, and most were reasonably sure they didn't want to know. They just paid their fees, collected their requested information, and made sure they sent male couriers. Just to be safe.

  Trinity was a special case, an exception to the usual rule. It was nothing she knew that he was looking for. The information his client wanted was in the head of Trinity's father, Senator MacAllister. But no man could see his 19 year old daughter tortured like this, and not give in. The Polaroids had been delivered and Jason was now waiting for word that the required information hand been received and his fee deposited into the proper accounts. Breaking Trinity wasn't exactly part of his orders, but he always excelled at his job, and he indulged this once.

  He saw the inner torment in her, and knew she was close. Soon she would beg for the pleasure these unwanted intruders could provide. She would blush red with humiliation as he would make her admit aloud that she wanted to cum, needed to cum, and would do anything for the privilege. His staff hardened at the thought of her begging. He was intelligent enough to admit to himself that the begging was what made it all worthwhile.

  Jason leaned over her head and looked at her face. She stared back at him; her eyes were full of venom. "Are we ready to admit defeat yet?," he asked politely. Manners matter, his mom used to say.

  Trinity gritted her teeth, and managed to gasp out, "Get bent, asshole." Her words lacked impact, however, for as soon as she got them out she began to moan uncontrollably. All she wanted was release.

  Jason smiled down at her as she slowly fought to stop her groans of passion, get them under control. "Perhaps another 20 minutes then...," he walked away and, as she began to sob, his smile simply grew larger.

  The End.

  Princess Alexandria

  Alexandria looked at herself in the oval mirror that stood off to one side from her bed. Her maids had already been; prepared for sleep she looked at her reflection one last time by the candle light, turning this way and that, the short lilac nightie she was wearing rising slightly from the movement, the silk brushing against her hips. Her long brown hair fell down to her shoulders and she pouted at the mirror, only to giggle at how it made her look.

  Like some petulant child that had failed to get what she wanted, she thought.

  "...Then again I suppose I am a bit spoilt." She said aloud to herself.

  Alexandria, or to use her full title, Princess Alexandria of Corrongate III, was getting used to her new quarters. She had recently married a dashing prince and was living, or so she had thought, the fairytale life. The marriage had only been a week ago, a huge event; her extended family had come from around the world to wish her the best, which, combined with all the pomp and circumstance, the grandeur... the white doves, had her head still spinning. None of it made any easier by her husband's disappearance directly after the wedding ceremony. He had left a message with one of his couriers that he had to attend to some urgent matters abroad and would be with her as soon as humanly possible. It was all very mysterious and somewhat frustrating. She had been looking forward, though she would never admit it even to herself, to discovering her duties to her husband in the bedchamber.

  She was entirely innocent, as a virgin should be, over what took place behind closed doors between a loving husband and wife. She knew that it made the serving girls titter and blush as she caught snippets of their conversation from time to time, but apart from that, nothing. Nervous about consummating the marriage, she had begun reading into the smiles and glances of her maids, giving their gestures a significance they most likely did not warrant. It was as if they were all privy to a secret she herself was exempt from.

  She was a princess for goodness sake! She should not be left out from anything. Alexandria stamped her foot in front of the mirror, pouting for real this time. Almost as if the reverberation had set something off within the castle, she heard banging as the sound of doors below crashed open. Was he back? If he was, judging from the sound of the voices drifting up to her bedchamber, he sounded angry. Again she thought to herself how little she knew of her husband. Naturally it had all been arranged by her parents and though she had met her husband, the meetings had all been vigorously chaperoned making it nigh on impossible to communicate about anything other than the weather and the petty intrigues of court. He was a tall man, well-built, with flaming red hair; a steely countenance that gave the impression that he would brook no disobedience, worn as a knight would wear a helmet into battle, was across his face at all times. And so in her eyes he was an enigma, a man that at once sparked her curiosity as it did her fear of the unknown. Would he be gentle with her?

  Imagining that he might very well come up to see her... to legitimatize the marriage, to claim her, Alexandria quickly sat down behind her vanity table and started to put make-up on. She wanted to look her best for him, but before she was half-way through, her door burst open and in he came. He took her in with one glance, saw what she was doing and frowned.

  "Princess, do you know what time it is? You should be in bed sleeping, not preening yourself before a mirror. I need you to be alert when you conduct your housekeeping duties, not bleary-eyed and incessantly yawning."

  "I.. I'm sorry. I thought...You might have wanted to... I was going to bed eventually! Though at first, taken aback by his criticism and his aggressive body language, she was unable to coherently frame a reply, but being unaccustomed to being spoken in such a tone, she defiantly spoke up and was now glowering from across the room at him.

  Calmly he put his riding hat on the stand by the door, and causally shoved off his jerkin onto the floor. Walking to her side, he stood towering above her and was not surprised when he saw some trepidation enter her eyes.

  "I will not be spoken to like that in my own home, nor by my own wife. You will find that I can be a harsh but fair taskmaster, but that by talking back to me or in fact expressively disobeying my commands in any way, you forsake yourself of the protection that I as your husband offer you. Do you understand?"

  "I am not your slave! I am a princess and I demand to be treated as one! You have no rig--...."

  She was stopped in the middle of her sentence by him as he picked her up with ease and carried her to the edge of the bed where he laid her, kicking and wriggling, firmly across his lap.

  "I will treat you exactly as a princess should be treated. For even a princess sometimes needs to be reminded that she is still naught but a girl. And what happens to girls that are naughty? He asked with a slight smile as his hand strayed across her bottom.

  "How dare you. When my..."

  Stopping her protests with the palm of his hand, he began to soundly spank the princess, who writhing and squirming as best she could, was unable to escape her husband's chastisement of her behind. Alexandria could not believe what was happening. Needless to say she was mortified that her most private areas were being exposed and treated so roughly. She hadn't been spanked since she was a little girl. Her nanny had spanked her w
hen she misbehaved and being quite an adventurous, wild-hearted spirit, she had gone over her knee more than once. But that had been ten years ago if not more. She was a fully-grown woman of nineteen years now and to be taken in such a way, even by her own husband, left her feeling vulnerable and... something else she couldn't quite put her finger on, excited? Meanwhile as Alexandria was trying to make sense of the feelings she was experiencing, her assailant's hand was tugging the hemline of her undergarments. Before she knew what was going on, he had tugged them down to her knees and was caressing her bare bottom which had already begun to turn a light shade of red.

  "Well what do we have here?" He murmured as he hand gently squeezed and stroked her upturned cheeks. "I am happy that we've become acquainted on this footing, it'll make things much easier in the future now that you have an inkling of how I expect you to be around me: subservient, malleable and above all accountable for deeds that mustn't go unpunished."

  Deaf to the sound of her cries and entries to desist he started afresh on her bottom, allowing his wide palm to resound loudly alongside her yelps. Soon she was crying like a little girl, making soothing noises he gathered her in his arms and held her; rocking back and forth while gingerly patting her back, he started kissing the nape of her neck.

  Unsure whether she was angry at him or not Alexandria, purring under her breath, brushed the hair that had fallen over her face and met his kisses with her own. Their mouths met and, with the impertinent dominance she was beginning to associate with him, he explored with his tongue her mouth with such persistence she began to whimper. Suddenly he stood up; tumbling onto the floor, she looked up reproachfully at him.

  "Hey, careful!"

  He looked sternly at her and she piped down. Her bottom was still sore and she had no intention of being spanked again. When she followed the gaze of his eyes she saw with alarm that he was eying the riding crop that he had brought into the room with him.