Absolute Sin (Forbidden Older Men: Taboo Erotica Box Set)

by Honey Harper

  “Right, Daddy?” Nina’s voice broke through his thoughts. He glanced up, seeing both women looking at him.

  “Um, sure. Whatever you say, Princess.” Apparently that was the right answer. Nina smiled and the two women began packing up the flimsy suits. Ben managed to make his way out of the room to the safety of the hall, and a chance to get his raging cock under control. He wanted to jack off in the privacy of his own bathroom, but he’d have to settle for someplace else. He needed release and he needed it soon. He needed to be alone.

  He heard someone behind him in the hall. He expected Beth, but found Nina instead, dressed now in a simple halter dress, the silk barely containing her full breasts. She quietly closed the master bedroom door behind her.

  “I know all this wedding stuff is boring for you, Daddy,” she said, moving toward him in the dim hallway. He could smell her perfume; exotic floral with something warm and musky lingering underneath. Or maybe it was the scent of her skin and hair. He tried to turn away, his cock still insistently making a huge bulge in his pants.

  “But I wanted you to see what I’d bought, to see if you liked them.” She was standing very close to him now. They’d moved down the hall, stopping outside her bedroom door. She looked up at him.

  “I saw how you reacted.” Ben froze, the blood draining from his face. This would be the undoing of his entire plan. But her next words made his blood run hot.

  “I liked it.” Nina smiled, leaning in to him, her breasts pressed against his chest, her warm hand cupping his crotch, rubbing his cock, giving him a squeeze.

  “And I see you liked it too, Daddy.”

  She pushed him a few steps backward through the open door of her room, closing it quietly behind her.

  “Nina…” Ben stammered. “Beth is just across the hall.” He was confused, panicked. He wanted this, yes, but not until he could get his thoughts straight. Surprises usually weren’t good.

  “She’s going out; she’ll be leaving soon for bridge or something. She’ll be gone for hours.” Nina kept walking; Ben kept backing up, eventually bumping against the bed, sitting down hard.

  Nina pushed him down on his back, pulling her dress up and crawling on the bed, straddling his hips with her long legs, her hands on either side of his shoulders. She looked down at him, still smiling, something dark now shadowing her eyes. Her voice was low, seductive.

  “I’ve wanted you to notice me, Daddy, for a long, long time. But you’ve been missing all my signals. I’ve decided I need to take matters into my own hands, before we run out of time. I want you to fuck me, Daddy.” Nina sat back on Ben’s lap, her pussy resting on his erection. She wiggled back and forth; the friction made Ben groan as his cock rubbed against his pants. He struggled to lift Nina off his lap, but she pressed down on him, grinding hard against his cock.

  Reaching down, Nina tugged at the zipper of Ben’s chinos, rising up on her knees to help Ben pull his pants down over his hips. Ben’s cock rose up in front of Nina and she stared down hungrily.

  In one smooth movement, Nina pulled her dress over her head, leaving her totally naked, rising above Ben, her breasts round and full with their dark nipples. She straddled his erect cock, reaching down, taking him in her warm hand, stroking him softly.

  “This is what I’ve wanted. Not that tiny thing Dave calls a cock. I’ve wanted you to fuck me with this for so long. And now you’re going to. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me with your big cock.”

  Nina lowered herself onto Ben’s rigid shaft, sliding him into her wet pussy. Ben thought she must have been just as turned on by the fashion show as he was. Knowing she’d wanted this—wanted him—sent a wave of arousal flooding through his body. He grabbed her by the hips, as she slid him home into her pussy, pushing her body firmly down on his hard cock.

  Ben felt her hot wetness surrounding him and he tried to thrust up into Nina’s cunt, his hips pushing upward, his fingers flexing on her skin, urging her to move faster. Nina lifted her body, sliding his cock back inside her pussy slowly, her ass gently slapping against his thighs as she rode him with measured strokes, controlling the speed as she fucked him, stopping occasionally to rub her clit back and forth against him.

  And it was Nina fucking Ben. With his legs hanging over the edge of the bed, Ben had no leverage; he was completely under Nina’s control, of how hard or how fast she wanted to fuck him. Soon he was squirming beneath her, his hands convulsively clutching at her hips.

  “You like being in control, don’t you, Daddy?” She looked down at Ben, her eyes shining in the dim light. “You want to fuck me hard, take me, to make me your little slut. But you waited too long and now I’m in control.” She rocked forward, her tits swaying in front of Ben’s face.

  “Suck my tits, Daddy. I like having them sucked hard while I fuck someone. And I want you to suck them while I ride your big cock.”

  Ben reached up, grabbing one full breast, lifting his head to reach her nipple, dark against her pale skin. He pulled it into his mouth, sucking hard, swirling his tongue over the little bud, feeling it harden in his mouth, Nina shuddering at the touch of his mouth on her breast, moaning softly.

  Nina closed her eyes, gasping as Ben sucked at her. She started moving again, rising up, holding Ben’s cock just inside her for one long moment, and then she began slamming down on him hard, over and over, increasing the speed. But she was totally in control.

  She teased him for a long time, slowing down when his hips began to twist and twitch beneath her, lifting her ass, holding him just with the head of his cock inside her drenched pussy, again and again, driving Ben mad with the desire to come.

  Nina brought herself to the brink of her own orgasm several times as well, and then was shuddering and gasping, jerking as she let herself come, taking her own pleasure, using Ben’s cock to get off. Ben could feel her pussy tighten around him, clutching at his cock. He’d never been used as a human dildo before and he wasn’t sure he liked being used as a sex toy.

  Ben wanted to thrust hard into Nina now, as she had said, to take her and make her his, to come inside her, spill his seed in that pussy. And to stop being used just for her enjoyment. He finally pushed Nina up, lifting her off his body, tipping her over on her back, seeing with satisfaction the look of surprise on her face.

  “I’ve wanted this for a long time too, Nina. But now it’s my turn to set the pace.” Ben pushed Nina up the bed, spreading her legs wider, planting his knees between her thighs and finally gaining control. He thrust into her hard, watching her eyes widen as he began pounding into her, furiously driving his cock into her pussy, feeling her orgasmic juices flow out of her as he forced his cock further into her. He wanted to come soon, fill her with his seed, start on his desire to get her pregnant with his child.

  Soon he was gasping as he held her close to his body, grunting into her long hair, one hand firmly planted on her tit, squeezing and fondling the firm globe. Nina had wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him down further into her pussy.

  Suddenly he was coming, his balls filling with heat, that fiery sensation flooding up his hard shaft and then exploding inside Nina. He felt his own hot seed surrounded his cock as he pushed hard into her, holding himself inside her for a long moment, the last drops of his cum spurting from his throbbing, twitching cock.

  He was reluctant to pull himself out of Nina, somehow feeling if his seed ran out, there’d be less chance for her to conceive. But Nina was pushing at him, trying to wiggle out from beneath him, saying something he didn’t hear.

  “Mom’s home.”

  Panic flowed through Ben. He pulled out of Nina, grabbing his pants from the floor and bolting for the door. He listened; Beth was talking on the phone downstairs.

  Nina had gotten off the bed, sliding back into her halter dress, moving past Ben to open the door.

  “Wait!” he hissed. “She’ll see you.”

  Nina laughed. “Daddy, I live here. Of course she’s going to see me. She’ll see you too.” She cocked an eyeb
row at him. “If we’re going to continue fucking like this, you need to be a little better at not looking so guilty.” And with that, Nina opened the door and left the room.

  Ben ducked back down the hall into his room, naked from the waist down, closing the door, pants still in hand. He was breathing hard, adrenaline surging through his veins.

  But Nina was right. If he—actually now they, as Nina was a more than willing partner in getting fucked—was going to continue with his plan of getting Nina pregnant, he needed to act the same around Beth. And so he decided he would do just that. He pulled on his pants and headed downstairs to see his wife.

  ***

  Nina and Beth were both gone the next morning when he went downstairs. Beth had taken her to a spa for the day. Ben was lounging poolside when they came home early that evening. Beth went in to start dinner, and Nina sat down on the chaise next to Ben.

  “How was your day, Princess?” He reached out, stroking her leg, his fingers sliding up the soft skin of her thigh beneath the edge of her summer skirt as she spread her legs slightly, giving him more access. She was wearing a short cropped t-shirt, not something he’d think was spa clothing, but he didn’t care. She looked sexy, her breasts pushing against the fabric, round and firm.

  “Great. Very relaxing. I got everything from the neck down waxed; not a single little hair remains. I’m as smooth as a baby’s bottom…everywhere.” She winked at him. “You want to see?”

  Ben gasped, watching as she slid her skirt up further, her eyes never leaving his face, revealing her newly waxed pussy.

  “All soft and smooth for whoever fucks me next.” She looked down herself. “And I hope that’s going to be you, Daddy. Everyone thinks I got this done for Dave, which is a good idea, I suppose. But I thought of you the whole time I was there. I was thinking how you’d enjoy all that soft skin while you licked my pussy, your tongue all over my smooth skin, fucking me with your tongue, making me come.” She was practically panting as she finished her sentence.

  Nina’s words were having a profound effect on his cock, making it grow hard, tenting his swim trunks. He shifted slightly, his legs stirring restlessly on the chaise. Nina looked down, smiling at his discomfort. She leaned forward, her breasts pressed against his chest, whispering in his ear, her hot breath on his neck.

  “Am I making your cock hard, Daddy? And Beth is right there. What would she think if she knew?” She gestured over her shoulder at the kitchen window. Nina sat back, cocking her head at him. “I think you look too hungry to wait for dinner. I think you need a snack.” She stood, taking his hand, pulling him off the chaise.

  “You need to eat me, Daddy. You need to try out my new pussy before dinner. And you need to do that now.” She reached out, giving his cock a quick rub with her hand. Ben jerked at her touch, glancing at the kitchen window and then following Nina into the side door that led to the laundry. Ben waited for Nina to continue through the room, to go upstairs, but she stopped. She pulled him to her, kissing him hard. His hands automatically ran up her body, cupping her breasts, clutching at the firm braless tits. He ran his thumbs over the hard nipples, feeling her shudder beneath him as he tweaked and pulled them.

  “Where are we going, Nina? We can’t stay here.” He whispered the words into her hair. “Beth is on the other side of the door. What if she comes in?”

  Nina laughed softly. “We’re not going anywhere. You’re way too nervous.” She reached over, turning the lock on the door. With one graceful move, she hoisted herself up on the washing machine. “You’re going to eat me right here, right now.” Nina pulled her legs back, bracing her feet on the washer, her skirt sliding up her thighs. Ben looked down at her sleek, smooth pussy and suddenly didn’t care who saw him. Fuck Beth.

  Pulling her ass forward on the washer, he bent down, his tongue darting into her sweet cunt. He worked his way up and down her wet slit, exploring every inch of that perfectly smooth skin, soft and wet beneath his tongue. Soon Nina was biting her lip, trying very hard not to cry out. Ben began sucking on Nina’s hard clit, pulling it into his mouth, teasing her with his teeth. He looked up, watching as she rubbed her hand across one breast, finding a hard nipple and pulling at it with her fingers.

  Ben’s cock was very hard now and he was rocking his hips forward, aching for contact. Nina seemed again to have the upper hand. But not for long, Ben decided.

  Standing suddenly, he yanked his trunks down, his massive cock springing free, ramming it into Nina’s pussy, pushing her back on the washer. He grabbed her hips, roughly pulling her body against his, seeing the shock in her eyes. This was not how she’d expected this to go and he was pleased he’d caught her off guard again. Looking down, he watched his hard cock sliding into Nina, covered with her juices as he pulled himself back out.

  He was so hot, so ready that he’d only thrust in to Nina’s wet cunt with a few hard strokes before his balls contracted, his hips jerking uncontrollably, his cock pumping his load into her. He thrust hard and fast, his cum filling her completely. He watched as it coated his cock, dribbling out in a creamy stream, dripping on to the top of the washer.

  Nina was looking at him, a small smile on her face.

  “Good for you, Daddy,” she whispered, gasping. “Make me your little slut then, take me instead of making me do all the work.” Ben looked down; he hadn’t noticed she’d slid her hand between her legs and was furiously rubbing her clit, watching his face as she brought herself off. He was still inside her and he felt her body tremble beneath his, felt her pussy contract briefly around his softening cock. She cried out once, loudly, and Ben clamped his hand over her mouth. She bit him and he pulled his hand away, laughing.

  “Little bitch,” he said fondly. “No biting.”

  Nina was laughing as well. Something had changed between them, some shift of power. Ben slid his cock out of her, pulling up his trunks. Nina slid down from the washer, grabbing a piece of laundry from the hamper, wiping off the washer.

  They both turned when the door knob to the laundry room rattled. They heard Beth’s voice on the other side. Nina looked at Ben, breaking into a huge grin. He smiled back and they both bolted back to the patio, laughing.

  Nina slipped into the house; Ben saw her heading upstairs.

  “Dinner!” He heard Beth calling his name. He stuck his head in the kitchen.

  “Um…I’ll be right down. I need a quick shower and to change. I’ll just be a couple minutes.” He took the stairs two at a time, rounding the corner into his room, slamming the door behind him. It took him a minute to realize the shower in his bathroom was running. He smiled. Nina was waiting for him.

  Stripping his trunks off, he headed for the bathroom, this time locking the door himself. Nina was already soapy, her hands sliding over her body, bubbles cascading down her flat stomach and long slender thighs. Ben opened the shower door, stepped in and they were immediately locked in an embrace, mouths and lips seeking each other’s, tongues thrusting in and out. Nina was already gasping against his mouth and he realized her short orgasm on the washer had done nothing to slake her thirst. His brief but intense orgasm had left him unsatisfied as well.

  He was instantly hard again as he rubbed his cock against her smooth stomach, and knowing they had little time, he turned Nina around, bending her forward. Her beautiful round ass was right there and even though they were pressed for time, he took a moment to admire her smooth skin and luscious curves. Then he grabbed his hard cock and thrust himself into her waiting pussy.

  She hadn’t had much time to bathe; he could feel the sticky wetness of his cum still inside her and it fueled his desire. He would fill her again with his load. He had the image of his cock pushing his seed further into her, toward her fertile womb, as he thrust into her.

  Nina pushed back against him, letting him fuck her hard. Ben slid one hand down between her legs to rub her clit, pulling and rubbing the swollen knob. They both sensed the urgency of this encounter and they were intent on getting off as quickly,
both aching for their own satisfaction…for the moment.

  Soon they were both crying out, Ben jerking forward, holding himself buried in Nina’s cunt as his load shot into her. He felt her pussy contracting as her orgasm broke, her body bucking back against him. They were both gasping, breathing hard as they pulled apart and straightened up.

  Nina grabbed the soap, intent actually now on getting clean. Ben watched as she ran her soapy hands over her body, turning to wash his cock. She moved to wash her own pussy and Ben grabbed her hand, surprising both of them.

  “Don’t.” He looked down into her eyes. “Don’t wash it away.”

  Nina frowned. “Do you want me to smell like we’ve been fucking? Does that turn you on? I don’t want to smell like sex at dinner, do I?”

  Ben hesitated. “That’s not the reason.” He held her hand a moment longer. Suddenly he saw that she understood. Again, his heart raced; would she now bolt, ending what had barely started?

  To his immense relief she smiled, her facing lighting up. “Really? Is that what this is about?” To his immense surprise, she threw her arms around his neck.

  “Mom’s told me that she’s infertile. I knew that a long time ago; she knew that when she was married to my dad.” Ben frowned. “Oh, I thought you knew that. I’m sorry.” She pulled away.

  “No, your mom neglected to tell me that when we got married.” Ben was instantly angry; Beth had deceived him for a long time and about something that was vitally important to him, something she knew was dear to his heart. It made him less concerned now that she might find out. It also gave him a glimmer of an idea about his future…and his potential child. He spoke quickly, impulsively.

  “Nina, how much do you love Dave?”

  Nina looked up at Ben, suddenly both of them growing very serious.

  “Ben, are you asking me what I think you’re asking?” Nina pulled back, staring open mouthed at Ben.

  “Nina, your mother lied to me, if what you say is true. I love your mother, or I did when we got married. But one of the most important things I wanted from this marriage was a child of my own, a child to carry on my bloodline. Beth knew that.” The hot water was still streaming over their naked bodies as he pulled Nina back into his arms.