21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  “Kitty, you’re all wet, baby.”

  “Mm-hm,” I answer as I gnaw lightly at my knuckle. I feel so exposed right now. So completely vulnerable under Dane’s mature and intense eyes.

  “You’re making me kinda excited, Dane,” I tell him.

  He strokes his thumb along my moist slit, and I let out an involuntary moan.

  “So wet…” he whispers.

  “But Dane,” I ask, “are you sure my hole doesn’t look too small?”

  He straightens a little, composing himself.

  “Right, let’s get a closer look at that,” he says in a husky voice. “I need you to spread your lips apart for me. Okay, little one?”

  I nod as Dane takes my hands. He places my hands on either side of my pussy and guides my fingers, showing me how he wants me to spread the folds apart for him.

  “There,” he says. “Yeah just like that baby. Keep it spread wide open so I can have a good look at that hole.”

  Now I’m completely exposed. He can see my pink bits. He can even see inside me. My heart is freaking pounding in my rib cage and my breath is coming short and shallow.

  Dane leans in close to take a really good look at my pussy. He’s so close I can feel his hot breath on me.

  “So, what do you think, Dane?” I ask nervously.

  “Well,” he answers, his voice a bit unsteady now. “It definitely looks smaller than average. Quite a bit smaller. In fact, it looks fucking amazing.”

  Here come those tummy-flutters again. I just love the way that Dane praises me. But what good is an amazing-looking pussy if you can’t fit anything inside it?

  “Maybe you could test it?” I suggest. “Like with your finger.”

  Dane looks up at me like he just woke up from a dream.

  “What’s that?” he says.

  “Your finger,” I repeat “Maybe you could just test it a little with your finger? You know, just to make sure it feels okay inside.”

  Dane draws the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat that are suddenly popping up there.

  “Good thinking, little one.”

  He places the length of his index finger against my slit, stroking me vertically. It feels so good having him touch me like that, I start purring like a little kitty cat.

  “You’re nice and wet, babygirl, but we’d better lube this finger up too, just to be safe.”

  “I can do that!” I squeal.

  I grab his hand, the one he was just stroking me with, and guide it up to my mouth. I take his index finger, still wet with my juices, and I insert it between my lips, sucking it all the way down to the knuckle.

  Dane just stares in amazement as I work his finger in and out of my lips. Inside my mouth, my tongue is licking all around his finger to make sure it’s got a nice even coat.

  Finally, when I’m satisfied his finger is good and lubed up with my saliva, I pull my lips off him with a wet smack. I little string of spit trails from his fingertip to my lips

  “That should do the trick,” he says.

  He presses the tip of his finger against the ring of my opening. My pussy feels so needy right now, so hungry to have him inside me.

  “Ready, little one?” Dane asks, gazing into my eyes.

  I bite my lip and give him a nod of assent.

  He pushes his fingertip against my hole, Just as I thought, it doesn’t fit. The pressure feels good, but it just won’t slip inside.

  “Just try to relax, Kitty,” Dane soothes me. “Just breathe.”

  I take a deep breath and do my best to relax my muscles. I do have to admit I feel really good with Dane in control of me now. If anyone can take care of my problem, it’s him. He’s a real man.

  But still, try as he might, he can’t get the finger to slip inside me.

  “Don’t worry,” he says softly, “I’ve got an idea to help you relax.”

  While still applying that delicious pressure against my tight little hole with his finger, Dane places his other index finger between my legs, but a little higher up. Slowly he draws back the little hood of soft flesh to expose the throbbing pink pearl of my clit. He begins working it with the pad of his thumb.

  “Oh Dane,” I moan. “Oh, Dane that feels so good.”

  I rake my fingers through his hair and clutch it in fistfuls.

  And I feel something. I feel myself opening up just a little. Not all the way, not enough for him to slip inside, but something is definitely happening.

  Dane moves his face even closer. His soft, plush lower lip grazes my tingling love nub. He kisses it. He takes it between his lips and suckles it like a hard nipple.

  Meanwhile, his fingertip is still pressing against me, still trying to get in.

  Dane is sucking my clit hard now, swelling it with blood flow. His tongue tip is flicking it inside his mouth. The most delectable tension starts welling up in my core. He’s coaxing me open with his hot mouth.

  “Oh my God,” I cry. “What are you doing to me, Dane? How do you make me feel so…”

  My pussy opens and his finger slips inside—all the way inside. My words come out in a sound that’s half moan and half sob.

  “Good…So…Good.”

  We did it! We actually did it! Dane is penetrating me with his finger. The feeling of having him inside me is incredible.

  “Damn, you feel so nice and soft and wet inside, baby doll,” Dane groans as he slides his finger in and out of my dripping wet hole. He’s careful not to pull it all the way out though, just in case he can’t get it back in again.

  “How does that feel, little one?”

  “Good” I whine, my voice all loose and warbly “So…So…Good…”

  Somehow in the process of opening up my tight little pussy, my whole vocabulary got reduced down to two words. They’re the only words I need anymore.

  “All right,” Dane says, playing doctor, “While we’re in there, let’s make sure your little G-spot is in working order.”

  He begins curling his finger, like he’s beckoning something inside me. His fingertip caresses the front wall of my vagina. Gradually my walls start to swell with bloodflow around his finger. Uh-oh, I’m getting even tighter! I’m worried if I get too tight, I might squeeze Dane’s finger off.

  But he’s too strong for my pussy. He keeps stroking me inside with an intent expression on his face. This man means business.

  Then I feel it. As my pussy walls become engorged around him, their texture changes. There are bumps and ridges that he’s stroking with his finger. And as he continues to stroke and stroke, his fingertip finds a special tender spot that sends waves of pleasure echoing through my core.

  “There we go,” Dane says. “How about that? Does that feel good, little one?”

  My two-word vocabulary has dropped to zero. All that comes out of my mouth is a gurgling string of unintelligible syllables and a little dribble of drool. But I nod my head enthusiastically to let him know he should keep going.

  “Let’s try another finger, little one.”

  While he continues rolling the pad of this thumb over my throbbing clit, he starts pushing at my opening with his middle finger. At first, I think it won’t work since he’s already got one finger inside me. But since I’m already open a little, the second finger actually slides in way more easily than the first.

  I throw my head back and moan as his second finger pops inside. My fingers scrabble at the leather upholstery, trying to find something to grip onto

  “Hold on to me, little one,” Dane says softly.

  My fingernails dig into his shoulders. His muscles feel big and meaty beneath the soft fabric of his dress shirt.

  “You’re doing great princess,” he whispers. “I’m so proud of you, little one.”

  His soft, loving words of praise are like a gentle caress. My face beams with a huge grin at receiving adulation from this incredible older man. Meanwhile, my body is slipping further out of my control.

  “Please, Dane,” I sigh, “
Please don’t stop.”

  Now he is working his two fingers in an alternating rhythm, curling one and then the other like he’s plucking the strings of a harp. That secret tender spot on my front wall is tingling like all get out.

  “I want to see you come with my fingers in you,” Dane says. “Can you do that for me little one?”

  I nod vigorously again.

  The way that he’s double stroking my G-spot, I won’t have much choice. A few more seconds like this and I’m gonna cum hard on Dane’s strong, strumming fingers. My tight little pussy feels so stretched out and I feel so full with two of his fingers inside me.

  “I wanna cum,” I sigh between ragged breaths. “I wanna cum for you, Dane.”

  It’s crazy to think about, but just a few minutes ago I didn’t think I could even fit one finger inside. Now I’ve two in there. I’m breaking personal records left and right. I should stop while I’m ahead. But as crazy as it seems, I want to keep going. I want more.

  So far I’ve been totally focused on Dane’s beautiful eyes. He’s watching me intently as he works me over, making sure he’s not hurting me and drinking in the insane pleasure that is twisting my face into all kinds of crazy expressions.

  But now I glance down between his legs, and I see the enormous tent that’s pitched down there. His erect cock is straining so hard against the cloth that I can see the shape of his round cockhead stretching the fabric.

  I’ve never wanted anything so bad in all my life.

  What the heck am I thinking though? There’s no way that monster cock could ever fit in my tight little puss.

  There’s no way…

  And I’m right on the very of climaxing on his stroking fingertips.

  “Dane…” I breathe, “Dane, wait…”

  His fingers stop moving immediately and a look of concern comes over his face. He caresses my forehead softly with his free hand.

  “Are you okay, little one? Does it hurt?”

  “No,” I say shaking my head, “No, Dane, it feels amazing, but…”

  “It’s okay, little one, we can stop if you don’t want to—”

  It’s my turn to reassure gentle Dane. I place my hand on his scruffy jaw.

  “Want to keep going,” I tell him, “I want to cum for you, but…”

  My hand moves down to his pants. I place my palm over the round bulb of his erect cockhead straining against the fabric.

  “I want to try this.”

  Dane’s eyes go wide, and he gulps.

  “Kitty,” he says. “Are you sure, baby?”

  “Yes, Dane.” My voice is coming out in a trembling little whimper now. “I want it in me so bad. I don’t know how we’ll make it fit, but I need to try.”

  Dane slowly draws his fingers out of me. He takes my face in his hand, and I feel my own wetness on his fingers. He pulls my face toward him and claims my open mouth in a soft, hot kiss. It’s so wet, when he finally pulls away a silvery thread bridges our lips briefly.

  “Come on, little one,” He says as he scoops me up in his arms. “Come with me.”

  Dane is so strong and so much bigger than me that he picks me up easily. He carries me upstairs like he’s going to put me to bed and tuck me in. I nuzzle and kiss his strong neck.

  Once we’re in the bedroom, he lays me down on the bed as lightly and easily as if I were a pile of folded laundry. He turns on bedside lamps, lighting the room with a soft, warm glow.

  “Dane,” I moan, as my legs fall open for him. I pull my shirt off over my head. Now I’m completely naked and exposed for my hot older man.

  “Dane, I want your cock inside me so bad.”

  He stands at the foot of the bed and takes off his shirt, dropping it carelessly to the floor. His shoulders are broad, and his chest is thick and beefy. His body is covered with just the right amount of sexy hair. At his hips, he has those sexy, deep V-shaped lines leading down into his pants where his enormous erection is straining to be released.

  I stroke my wet little pussy for him while I nibble nervously at my knuckles.

  “Oh fuck, babygirl, you look like such a sexy little angel right now.”

  He unfastens his belt. The button of his trousers.

  “I wanna see it, Dane,” I whisper. “I wanna see your big cock.”

  He unzips, and his hard meaty pole swings out. Oh wow, I didn’t know he was going commando.

  Holy crap that dick is even bigger now that I can see it out of pants. I gnaw harder at my poor little knuckles.

  “How are we gonna make it fit, Dane?” I ask nervously.

  Dane pulls his pants off his legs and climbs onto the bed. His powerful thighs straddle me. His massive erection is jutting toward me, and I can see it tick slightly with Dane’s heartbeat.

  “First we’ll need to lube it up real good, sweetheart. Just like my fingers.”

  Oh my god, he wants me to put it in my mouth. I’ve never sucked a man’s penis before, so I’m a little nervous, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes.

  Gripping Dane’s muscular hips, I pull myself up so that his huge cock is right in my face. Even though I’ve never had a dick in my mouth before, I do read Cosmo religiously, so I know a couple of tricks.

  For example, I know that guys like it when you tickle that little V on the underside of the head, so I lick Dane there with the tip of my tongue.

  “Oh yeah, lick my hard cock, babygirl,” Dane moans.

  A milky little pearl of pre-cum emerges from his slit.

  Wow, maybe this isn’t so hard after all I think. Just one little lick and I’m already pleasing my studly older man. Let’s try a little more.

  I swirl my tongue around the bulb of his cockhead, getting it nice and wet with my saliva. I lick the pre-cum away and it is salty and creamy on my tongue. I want to taste even more of it.

  “Am I doing a good job, Dane?” I ask him.

  He strokes my hair back from my brow.

  “You’re doing so good, little one.”

  I smile and then I take his whole head into my mouth, sucking it like a big round lollipop.

  “Oh fuck, you’re doing so damn good,” Dane groans.

  His fingers twine through my hair and grip a fistful. It hurts just a teensy bit, the rough way he clutches my hair, but it’s a good kind of hurt. It makes the whole experience even more amazing.

  “Suck it even deeper, angel,” Dane rasps above me. “Really lube that big dick up good.”

  He guides my head forward so I can swallow him even more deeply. I start bobbing my head, taking in more and more of his long shaft with each stroke. The way his thick cock is sliding over my tongue feels amazing, and I start moaning with my mouth full.

  “Does that taste good, princess?” Dane’s voice is thick and husky with lust. “Do you like sucking that fat cock?

  “Mm-hm!” I whine with his cock filling my mouth.

  Together we’re working his shaft deeper and deeper into my face. My fingers are clutching at Dane’s hips. I use one hand stroke his cock down to the base, spreading my saliva all the way down.

  “There’s no way I’ll be able to take this whole thing in my mouth. I’m only halfway down his shaft and already his round helmet is poking the back of my throat.

  I try to relax to keep from gagging.

  “Fuck, princess, your little mouth is really something special.”

  God, it feels so good to have my older man praising me like that while I have his hard, pulsing dick deep down my throat. I feel like I could gobble his cock all night long, but finally I have to come up for air.

  I slide my face off of his throbbing erection, gasping and wheezing. Thick ropes of saliva arch between my lips and his cock as I continue stroking him with my hand.

  “Do you think that’s enough lube?” I ask him.

  “Yeah that should do the trick,” Dane says as he lays me back onto the bed.

  He positions himself between my open legs and lowers himself down until the underside of his cock is pres
sed against drenched pussy.

  “All right, little one just remember to relax like before, okay?”

  I nod as he rocks his hips, sliding the shaft of his cock along the groove of my slit. His skin is so fucking hot—scalding—and my little pussy is so wet for him.

  Dane lowers himself down until the tip of his hot cock is kissing my tight, moist opening.

  “Are you ready, little one?” he asks sweetly, as he pets my hair back and cradles my head.

  “I’m ready, Dane,” I say as I wrap my arms around his neck.

  I’ve never been more ready for anything in my whole life, but I’m still afraid it won’t work. But we have to try. We have to.

  Slowly, gradually, Dane begins pushing his head against me with more and more pressure.

  “Is it going to hurt?” I whisper.

  “It’s going to hurt a little at first, angel. If it hurts too much we’ll stop, okay?”

  “Okay,” I say with a nod, gripping him tighter. I’m really gonna try not to stop. I want this so fucking bad.

  His cock is pushing hard against my tight hole now.

  “Just relax, little one,” he says, as he slides one hand between our bodies and places his fingers on my throbbing clit.

  “Dane…” I moan.

  My legs are spread so wide for him that the tendons of my thighs are stretched and aching.

  “Dane…Da…”

  His cock is pushing harder as he gradually increases the pressure.

  “Don’t forget to breathe, little one,” he whispers as he works my clit in firm circular motions with his fingertips.

  I can feel myself opening for him.

  “Da…”

  “Breathe, little one, breathe.”

  Then it happens. My hole opens and the head of his cock squeezes into me.

  “Daddy!” I squeal.

  Looking down at me, Dane’s eyes go wide. I clap one hand over my mouth, unable to believe what just came out of my mouth—the same mouth that was filled with his hard cock only a few minutes ago.

  After all that work to get him inside me, I’m so afraid that he will pull it out.

  But he doesn’t stop. He sinks in deeper, going slowly.

  His hand reaches up and pulls my hand off my mouth.

  “That’s right,” he says, “I’m your Daddy tonight babygirl.”