Taboo Sex with an Ex

by Lexi Wood

  We never used to say these things. We never used to talk. I think the dirty words put us both over the edge, because we went, and hard. My thighs shook. My nipples strained. My pussy swelled. I hadn’t had an orgasm like that in eight months. I couldn’t bring it on myself, not one like that. For the full experience of orgasm, I needed my uncle’s help.

  And I think he’d say the same about me.

  He blasted his load in my snatch with a moan that had been building up inside him since last August, I’m sure. He filled me with cum, and I wanted it all. Every last drop. I wanted my uncle’s jizz to fill my panties on the walk back to the cabin. I wanted to feel that nasty, juicy warmth between my pussy lips all the way home.

  Uncle Virgil helped me to my feet and brushed sand from my back, from my hair. “We’ll have to toss you in the shower when we get back.”

  I looked at my uncle in the dark. “You don’t like me dirty?”

  A smirk crossed his lips. He didn’t answer that question.

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  She opened the door to him eagerly, though she’d never admit how she really felt. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how often she thought about him, or how much she needed to feel his big cock in her cunt.

  Hell, she wouldn’t even meet him at home.

  Julie couldn’t bear the idea of looking around her own apartment and associating sex with everything she saw. Sex with her stepfather, no less. On the couch, on the bed, in the shower… on the floor. Her mind couldn’t handle it.

  She’d only ever fucked him at her parents’ home, the house where she’d lived with him and her mother until a few short months ago. Daddy had only been to her place once, to help her move in. Mother was there, too, that day. They never got up to no-good in front of Mother. They maintained a façade of mutual distain, when she was around.

  Though, that distain felt less and less faked as the weeks wore on.

  He’d shown up at her door more than once, since then. On his own. Wanting sex. God, there were times she was tempted to let him in. She could fuck every day, even three times a day, given the opportunity. These past few months without his dick had been hell on wheels.

  But that was a big part of the reason she’d moved out on her own. Daddy’s cock was always around. It made life too easy. She didn’t have to date, didn’t have to go out and get her heart broken. All she had to do was wait for Mother to drink herself into a stupor, and then grab Daddy by the rod and drag him into her bedroom.

  She wanted his dick. She wanted it bad.

  He was so reliable. He was a good fuck. A great fuck. They could never be too loud, what with Mother asleep downstairs, but keeping quiet was half the fun.

  Or, at least, half the challenge.

  Obviously, he felt the same way about her pussy that she felt about his cock, or why would he keep showing up at her apartment? Why would he leave little handwritten notes begging for a reunion?

  He needed her pussy as much as she needed her stepdaddy’s dick.

  And so she gave in and booked this hotel room. It wasn’t the fanciest place on earth, but it hardly needed to be.

  “Get in here,” she said, yanking him by the belt. “Hurry up. Take your clothes off.”

  He didn’t say a word, which was surprising, but just as well. This man was cheating on his wife with his stepdaughter. What more was there to say?

  He didn’t put on a show, undressing. Not that she expected him to. Undressing was just a practicality. They always used to strip efficiently, not looking at each other, just gearing up to fuck.

  Julie didn’t need to take off much. She didn’t need to take off anything just yet. She’d prepared for the encounter before her stepfather arrived. He always liked her in something flouncy and white. That’s why she’d chosen this white lace number to wow him: white lace panties, white lace bra, and a robe-type thing with feathers at the base. It only went down to her thighs. He liked her legs. She didn’t want to cover them up.

  And, because she’d chosen lace, she made sure to shave her pussy for the occasion.

  Funny how fucking her stepfather never used feel like an “occasion.” It was an every-day occurrence, back when they lived in the same house.

  She missed that, in a lot of ways.

  She missed his cock.

  If only she could live with his cock, keep it all to herself. If only she could use and abuse it whenever she wanted. She just needed his body. She didn’t need him.

  “Thanks for arranging all this,” he said, when he was naked.

  He wasn’t hard yet, but he would be, before long.

  Julie shrugged. “I didn’t want to fuck you at home.”

  “You used to do it all the time.”

  “At my apartment, I mean. I want that to be my space, just for me.” She ought to make him worry he had competition, but she couldn’t think how to phrase it. Anyway, he’d know it wasn’t true. He was her stepfather. They’d lived together for a number of years. He’d seen first-hand how lazy she was. As long as his cock was available for her use, fat chance she’d go looking elsewhere.

  She wasn’t exactly a romantic.

  “Lie down,” she told him.

  “Your wish is my command.”

  “Shut up. Don’t say stupid stuff. I’m not impressed by you.”

  That’s another thing: how many men would get off on being called names and being told what to do? None of the young men Julie knew would let her get away with that. But she didn’t want the kind of sex that involved two equal partners, much less a man bossing her around. She was boss of the bedroom, and Daddy didn’t seem to mind.

  Daddy seemed to like his bossy bitch.

  When her Daddy was down on the bed, she climbed up on top of him. “You ready to get me going?”

  “Always,” he said.

  “Good answer.” She straddled his face without taking off her white lace panties. “You’re going to munch my pussy. Got it?”

  “Bite you?” he asked. “Through the panties?”

  “That’s right. Hope you like the taste of lace.”

  She dropped her pussy on his face, and he wasted no time before chewing her labia. He knew how she liked it. She’d trained him well.

  Running her hands through his hair, she said, “That’s it, Daddy. Eat my juicy cunt. Chew me up and spit me out.”

  He knew exactly how hard to bite so she felt his teeth, but it didn’t hurt too much. He gnawed her crotch as she circled her pussy around and around.

  “Grab my ass,” she instructed him. “That’s right. Oh, your hands are warm. I like that.”

  The gusset of her panties were soaked, so she shifted the crotch to one side of her mound and told him, “Time to lick my clit.”

  If she thought his hands were warm, they had nothing on his tongue. The second he touched it to her clit, her whole body quivered. Could this be the best oral she’d ever received? Maybe it just felt so good because her pussy lips were super-sensitive after shaving.

  Or maybe she was just that desperate for sex.

  She started sliding her bare cunt across his tongue, getting off on the velvet sensation, on the wet warmth. It wasn’t just his mouth that brought moisture, of course. Her pussy was wetter than it had been in months. She’d soaked her panties in nectar even before he’d arrived. Just the thought of getting Daddy’s dick inside her again was enough to make her come, almost.

  Back and forth, she slid faster on her stepfather’s face. “Put your finger in my slit.”

  It was hard for him to get in from behind, she realized, but you wouldn’t catch Daddy complaining. He managed to wind his way in, filling her pussy with one finger and then another.

  “Oh god,” she groaned. “Oh god, I’m gonna come so hard, Daddy!”

  Before she knew what she was doing, she’d pulled down the front of her bra—you wouldn’t call them “cups” when they were simply formed of stretchy lace. And, anyway, Julie’s tits weren’t the type that required cups. Mo
squito bites were fine inside mosquito nets.

  She pinched both nipples, sending a shock wave of pleasure-pain down to her clit. She rubbed harder on Daddy’s face while he fingered her. It wasn’t an in-and-out fingering, not in that position, but more like a wiggle-around fingering. And that was fine. In fact, that felt really good.

  “I’m gonna come, Daddy! I’m gonna come so hard!”

  It also felt good to scream and not worry about waking Mother.

  Scouring her clit against her stepfather’s tongue, Julie pinched her nips and cursed him. She fucked his face so fast her hips were a blur. All she could see was white lace bouncing around on the bed. Daddy was still cupping one of her ass cheeks with his big warm hand while he fingered her. He shook his head side to side, to build more friction, probably. Or maybe he was just glad to get her off.

  And did he ever!

  His tongue worked its magic like a vibrator.

  Trusty tongue.

  Reliable Daddy.

  Julie rolled off of him, but she wasn’t finished yet.

  She pulled off her panties and tossed them across the hotel room.

  Then she crawled across the bed to get a load of Daddy’s big dick.

  This was the main event, no arguing that fact. Daddy’s cock called to her like a siren’s song. She couldn’t resist it and she didn’t even want to.

  “Hold my hips,” Julie said as she grabbed hold of his cock and straddled him. “I’m gonna fuck you real hard, and I don’t want to go flying off the bed.”

  “Understood,” he said, wrestling both hands between her skin and her white lace robe. “You don’t need to worry, Julie. I’ll keep you safe.”

  That sentiment shot straight to Julie’s core, stopping her in her tracks. She even quit stroking his dick. That’s how much he caught her off guard.

  He’d keep her safe?

  She wanted to be angered by those words, since she was the boss of this situation, but it melted her heart that he felt that way about her. Even after all this sex, all this hardcore femdom fucking, she was still Daddy’s Little Girl. She always would be.

  Without another word, she walked her knees a few steps closer to Daddy’s dick, and calmly guided it into her cunt. She didn’t slam her body down on it, not all at once, though part of her wanted to. Instead, she took her time, feeling the swell of his cockhead fill the entrance of her slit, then enjoying the pressure as she sank her body down on his dick.

  “Oh god,” she groaned. “Have I ever needed this!”

  “Me too, pigeon.”

  Pigeon—a name he hadn’t called her in years.

  Her heart fluttered and her chest rushed with nostalgia. This wasn’t the time for reflecting on the past. Not in bed. Not when she had her stepdaddy’s cock lodged up her snatch.

  He seemed intent on reminding her that he actually cared. He was more than just a man she liked to fuck. He was a whole person, and a person who loved her.

  He was family.

  Julie froze.

  “What’s wrong?” Daddy asked.

  She must have been staring into oblivion, but that didn’t last long. She shook it off… and climbed out of her stepfather’s lap. She practically fell out of one hotel bed while making her way to the other.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked again.

  “Nothing,” she said, looking away from him. Looking away from her stepfather’s naked body.

  “You want me to take over?” he asked.

  She didn’t answer him. Instead, she grabbed one of the comfy hotel pillows and hugged it. She continued hugging it as she bent at the hips, resting her body on the pillow and the pillow on the second hotel bed—the virgin bed.

  With her legs parted and butt in the air, she said, “Okay, Daddy. You can do me now.”

  She closed her eyes while he eased out of one bed and came closer to the other. As he stood behind her, his body heat rushed her butt and her thighs. He tossed the bottom of her robe up over her hips. The feathers tickled her skin, but she didn’t laugh. This was serious stuff.

  When he didn’t enter her right away, she asked, “Aren’t you gonna fuck me, Daddy?”

  “Is that what you want, pigeon? You want Daddy to fuck you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  This wasn’t her. She was always so commanding. Now look at her, whimpering into a pillow like a scared little virgin. Why couldn’t she kick it into gear? Why couldn’t she take control of the situation?

  She didn’t know why. She just knew she couldn’t, not yet.

  Maybe she could fake it. Maybe she could try.

  “What are you waiting for?” Julie growled. “I didn’t rent this room just to lie here doing nothing. Put your cock in my cunt or get the hell out!”

  That was going a little overboard, but it felt strange for Julie to put it on. Usually the commandments came naturally. It was hard, drawing them out of thin air.

  But it worked, thank the lord. Her stepfather conducted his dick neatly into her snatch.

  He entered her swiftly, knocking her forward.

  She nearly fell off her pillow.

  “Is this how you want it?” he asked.

  It was, but instead of telling him so, she said, “Harder.”

  He gripped her hips and slammed her again. This time, when she lurched forward on the bed, he pulled her back. She loved the strength in him. It wasn’t something she took for granted, not for a second.

  But instead of telling him so, she growled, “Make it hurt, Daddy.”

  “I can’t bear to hurt my pigeon.”

  Those words softened her heart, but she wrapped her pussy tighter around Daddy’s dick and said, “I want to feel it in the morning, Daddy. I want to feel it next week. I want to feel it all the nights when you’re not around.”

  His breath hitched as he pummelled her powerfully. Though he panted and gasped, that didn’t stop him from saying, “You can have me around. Whenever you want, pigeon. Call me over and I’ll be there. Your mother won’t even notice I’m gone.”

  Leave it to him to mention her mother at a time like this.

  “Don’t talk about her when you’ve got your cock in me,” Julie snarled.

  “Sorry,” he said. “I only meant that I still want to be with you. Every night, if possible. I miss you so much now that you’re not at the house.”

  “You miss fucking me.”

  “More than that. So much more.”

  He thrust slowly inside of her, and she felt every inch of him building sensitivities she didn’t know she possessed. The slightest motion felt huge. He felt huge.

  She felt tiny. She felt tight.

  Tighter by the second.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she moaned, bucking back into the saddle of his hips. “Oh, Daddy, I want it so bad.”

  He filled her full up as she raised her tits off the cushion. She could buck back harder with both palms planted on the bed. Both feet on the floor. Between Daddy’s feet.

  “More,” she groaned. “Harder, Daddy. Pull my hair. Make it hurt.”

  She knew he didn’t like to hurt her, but she also knew he wouldn’t argue. He knew better than to cross her. So he grabbed her long hair with one hand while the other gripped her hip. He yanked it like a horse’s rein and her head jerked back.

  It hurt. It felt good.

  “Fuck me, Daddy!”

  “I love my little darling. I know you hate me saying it, but I love you to death. I’d do anything for you.”

  “Fuck me!” she growled, trying to disguise the fact that her eyes were filling with tears. Choking back her emotion, she said, “Cream me, Daddy! Fill me with cum!”

  “Oh, pigeon!” he moaned, planting his dick deep down in her pussy and then ceasing all motion.

  He released his hold on her hair and dropped that hand to her hip. That wasn’t enough for him, apparently, because he immediately wrapped both arms around her front and found her breasts before collapsing his chest on her back, crushing her against the pillow, mash
ing her tits together and biting her shoulder, kissing her neck.

  His breath was hot in her hair when he said, “I could stay inside you forever, pigeon.”

  Tears needled Julie’s eyes, but she choked them back before saying, “You could, but you can’t. My cunt is my own.”

  “Of course,” he said. “Of course it is.”