21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  And now Mom’s happiness has increased exponentially. She’s the world’s best grandma, and she always jumps at the chance to take the kids off our hands for an evening here in there. She spoils them so much, they absolutely love spending time with her too.

  Speaking of being spoiled, I love being loved by this sexy, protective older stud who’s holding me in his strong arms. But did he just say it’s our anniversary?

  “But it’s not our anniversary,” I say, puzzled.

  Evan grins.

  “Not our wedding anniversary, babe,” He cups my head and pulls me close. His rough, scruffy beard rubs my soft cheek and the wetness between my legs quadruples. “It’s the anniversary of the first time we were together. First, here in the kitchen, and then later that night. Do you remember?”

  I can’t help but smile. What a silly question. Of course I remember. I still think back to that day all the time. But I have to tease him a little.

  “Hm, maybe you can refresh my memory,” I whisper.

  He takes my mouth again in a deep, almost painfully hot kiss, and I feel myself disappearing, melting into him. It’s a feeling I crave—that feeling of becoming one with my masculine lover.

  He backs me up until my butt bumps the kitchen counter. I grip the edge tightly as his lips separate from mine and begin working their way down my neck.

  “Does this ring any bells for you?” he mumbles against the hollow of my throat

  “Oh yeah,” I moan, “It’s ringing all kinds of bells.”

  “And what about this?” he asks.

  His hand has been stroking my thighs, and now it wanders up underneath the fabric of my business skirt. The soft sensitive flesh of my inner thighs comes alive under his firm but gentle touch.

  “Oh yes,” I say, steadying myself against the counter. My body is already getting wobbly and he hasn’t even touched me yet. Just the anticipation is enough.

  “Please,” I beg.

  His fingertips run along the edge of my panty line, touching the mound of my outer lips.

  “Fuck, you’re so hot,” Evan groans. “I can feel you through your fucking panties babe.”

  “Feel me without them,” I beg.

  He strokes his fingertips under the edge of my panties and pulls them aside. He runs the thick pads of his fingers along the length of my groove, working up and down through my wet folds.

  “Damn, I love how fucking wet you get for me,” Evan breathes against my breast.

  “Only for you,” I moan.

  He slides his fingers inside me, curling them to tickle that tender little spot on my front wall, making it swell with lust. His palm is pressed tight against my ripe clit.

  “Oh fuck, Evan,” rasp, my breath coming short and shallow.

  “Are you starting to remember?” he asks.

  He fucks his fingers into me so deep and hard that he lifts me up off the ground. I cry out and throw my arms around his shoulders, clutching him tight. His fingers continue strumming my spot, making my pussy walls ache and swell with the desire to have even more of him inside me.

  “It’s been way too long since I’ve tasted you,” Evan says as he sets me back down and goes to one knee before me, hiking up my skirt.

  “You did it this morning, Evan!” I giggle.

  “Exactly,” he says, “Way too long.”

  Ripping my panties off, he buries his face between my thighs, lapping my drenched pussy and sucking my tight, tingling clit.

  “Oh fuck, Evan,” I gasp. “How do you make me feel so good?”

  He’s doing one of my favorite moves now. The one where he sucks my clit so hard that it swells it with bloodflow, while at the same time flicking his tongue tip across it inside my mouth. Meanwhile, is fingers are back inside me stroking my sensitive G-spot, which is totally engorged with arousal.

  Much more of this, and he’s going to give me one of those atomic orgasms that are his specialty. But what I want right now is to cum on his hard cock while he’s cumming inside of me. That’s always the best.

  “Cock please,” I whine like a brat as I rake my fingernails through his thick hair.

  Evan is right on the same page. I hear him unzipping and pushing his jeans down. He stands up, drawing his soft lower lip up my body as he rises. As he stands to full height, his enormous erection hits me right between the legs and slips inside. I gasp as he picks me up again, this time with his stiff cock.

  “Oh fuck baby,” Evan sighs. “Your little pussy just feels like heaven.”

  I try to return the compliment, but all that comes out of my mouth is a mess of nonsense. I can’t even start to think straight with his huge hot cock planted deep in my core.

  He scoops his hands under my butt, and I lock my legs tight around his hips. He turns and carries me across the kitchen like that, his throbbing dick buried deep inside me. He’s so hard I bet he could carry me without even using his hands.

  “Now surely you remember this,” he growls as he lays me back onto the kitchen table.

  Honestly, at this point, I’m not even sure I remember my own name. I rake my nails down the front of his shirt, feeling his hard muscles beneath the cloth. He starts fucking into me with steady powerful strokes, making me squeal and moan.

  “Just in case you’ve forgotten,” Evan goes on, “I’m going to mark this tight little pussy of yours again so there’s no question about who it belongs to.”

  I reach my hands back behind my head to grip the edge of the tabletop as Evan presses my legs back and plows his thick cock deep into my wet pussy. He draws it all the way back again, letting the tip almost slide out of me before plunging in again. The sensation of fullness is almost unbearably good.

  “Evan,” I gasp as he pumps into me, “You feel so fucking big inside me.”

  It’s true, he fills my hole to capacity and then a little extra. And his cockhead is stroking right across my sensitive inner spot that he awoke with his fingers. Already I can feel the beautiful tension expanding in my core, leading up to the exquisite release that I know is coming.

  Will this one be fifty thousand? Sixty?

  “Shit baby, your little pussy is so fucking tight,” Evan groans. “It feels fucking amazing.”

  He’s right. My walls are swelling tight around him, gripping his cock like I’m never going to let him go. Well, at least not until he’s coated my insides with his hot cum.

  “Breed me,” I beg him. “Fill me up with your seed.”

  He pins me down to the table as my body jolts under his powerful thrusts. His face is twisting as he approaches his own climax. His balls smack into my drenched asshole as he pounds me harder and harder.

  “Give it to me, Evan,” I breathe, clutching the table with one hand and his shirt with the other. “Please…”

  He plants his dick hilt-deep in my core, his tip plunged all the way to my tender epicenter. He grunts like a beast as his cock unloads inside me, filling me with his sticky love.

  The feeling of it pushes me over the edge, and he has to pin me down with his weight to control my convulsions of pleasure.

  “That’s right,” he husks. “Cum around my fucking cock.”

  He clutches my hair. The smell of him envelops me. For an instant, I swear our bodies really do melt together as my pussy gushes onto his shaft and he continues to spurt his massive load into my depths.

  Finally, as the last shiver of ecstasy passes through me, he pulls me up from the table and he clutches me close to him. Exhausted, we pant in each other’s ears.

  “Evan, I love you so fucking much,” I say as a stray aftershock of my orgasm trembles through me.

  “And I love you,” he says before he covers my mouth again with his soft wet lips.

  I might have won that competition with the girls all those years ago. But my real win was finding true love with Evan. Not a day goes by that I don’t feel grateful for him—for being claimed by him.

  He is my sweet and steadfast man, and whenever I need him, he’s always the
re to protect me, to support me, and to lend a helping hand.

  Or helping fingers.

  Or helping lips.

  Or a helping…well, you get the idea.

  Shared in the Steam Room

  “Young lady, there is absolutely no way you are leaving the house dressed like that.”

  Daddy is standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up and me. He’s got his gym bag slung over his shoulder and his shaker cup in his hand. That vein on his forehead is poking out—the one that always appears when he gets annoyed.

  What do you mean?” I ask coyly. “Is there something wrong with my outfit?”

  That vein on his forehead gets a bit bigger.

  “Don’t be cute, Shannon,” he snaps. “You know damn well what’s wrong with it. You look like a stripper in that thing.”

  “Oh come on, Daddy,” I whine. “All the girls dress like this at the gym.”

  “Well not you,” he growls. “All of my buddies are going to be there, and I’m not going to have my little girl strutting around in front of them with practically her whole body on display. Now go back to your room and change into some sweats or something that doesn’t show half your ass.”

  “But Daddy,” I pout, “How do you expect me do practice my pole fitness in sweats? I need to be able to move.”

  He pinches the bridge of his nose like I’m giving him a headache.

  “Sweetheart, for the last time, you’re not going to be doing any of that damn pole dancing. I can’t even believe Rocco lets those women do that at his gym. Hell, back when I was your age—”

  “Fine,” I groan, cutting him off so I don’t have to listen to the rest of his lecture. I march back down the hall to my room.

  “And hurry up,” he shouts after me. “I don’t want to be late again.”

  I slam my door and start digging through my dresser for something else to wear. God, I love my Daddy, but he just makes me so angry sometimes. He never lets me wear anything even remotely sexy. I mean, I'm an adult now. I've already finished my first year of college. But now that I'm back home for the summer, Daddy insists on treating my like I'm some little girl. It's just not fair.

  Tossing a pair of boring, baggy gray sweatpants and a hoody onto my bed, I pause and look myself over in the mirror.

  I guess Daddy does have a point—my outfit is pretty gosh darn skimpy. My spandex sports bra really squishes my big titties together, showing off my sexy cleavage. Just checking myself out in the mirror makes my nipples get all hard and pokey too.

  I turn around to check out my B-side. The spanky pants I have on are so tight they look like they are practically tattooed on. Plus, they are scandalously short, and the bottom curve of my cheeks smiles out from the hem of the stretchy fabric. My booty looks so juicy though—all those squats have been paying off.

  Does Daddy seriously expect me to cover up all of my hard work with a baggy sweatsuit? I mean, what’s the point of sweating it out at the gym if I can’t show off my hot bod?

  Plus, his remark about pole fitness is totally hypocritical. Maybe he thinks I don’t notice, but whenever the pole class is going on, he wanders over to the water fountain after every single set so he can peek into the other room and check out the girls. All of his buddies do the same thing too.

  I don’t blame him, and a single Daddy like mine has a right to look. But he shouldn’t be so hypocritical about it.

  “Shannon!” his voice booms from downstairs. “What’s taking so long?”

  As I stand there eyeing those dumb sweats, I consider just staying home. I mean, really, what’s the point of going to the gym if I can’t look sexy.

  But then I get one of my naughty ideas.

  “Just a minute, Daddy,” I call. “I’m coming!”

  ***

  We roll up in front of the gym and park. It’s getting close to closing time, and the gym isn't too busy at this time of day, so we’re able to get a spot right by the entrance.

  Daddy’s friend Rocco owns the gym, so we’re able to stay late after closing time. It’s pretty convenient.

  Before I can hop out of the car, Daddy grabs my arm.

  “Now, I want you to be on your best behavior, Shannon. Don’t do anything to embarrass me in front of my buddies.” His grip tightens a little. “And remember…none of that stripper crap.”

  “It’s called pole fitness, Daddy.”

  “I don’t give a rat’s ass what it’s called—I don’t want to catch you doing it, otherwise you’re grounded. Got it?”

  “Ugh!” I roll my eyes. “O-kay, got it. Sheesh.”

  We get out and start walking toward the entrance. I hear Daddy mutter under his breath.

  “Pole fitness…gimme a break. A stripper by any other name…”

  I don’t see why he can’t just let it go! I mean, it’s totally a legit way to get fit and toned, and it gives me an awesome workout. Plus it’s super fun. If it just so happens to make the guys a the gym get all hot and bothered, well…that’s their problem.

  As we step through the entrance of the gym, we are greeted by the sound of clanking weights, people grunting with exertion, and the whir of treadmills. I also catch a hint of up-tempo music coming from the dance studio section at the side of the gym.

  After we check in at the front counter, Daddy spots his buddies in the back doing bench presses. My tummy starts to flutter a little. I didn’t used to get like this around these guys, but recently…

  It looks like Rocco is on the bench at the moment, lifting an ungodly amount of weight. He is the owner of the gym, and he’s the biggest and strongest of Daddy’s friends. He’s also the oldest, with sexy flecks of gray around his temples. He’s definitely the alpha of the group. The silverback.

  I hate the way my nipples always get all firm and pokey whenever I’m around him. It’s totally not appropriate. I mean, for all intents and purposes, Rocco is practically like a second Daddy to me. I’ve known him all my life.

  Pierce is standing behind the bench spotting him, even though Rocco shows no signs of struggling with the weight. Pierce isn’t young, but he’s slightly younger than the other guys, and he’s got supermodel looks.

  From what I’ve gleaned from eavesdropping on the guy’s conversations, Pierce is a real ladies’ man, and I can definitely believe it. Even though I know it’s totally wrong, my eyes automatically drift between his legs to the big, yummy-looking bulge in his tight compression pants.

  Geez, I haven’t even started working out yet, and I’ve already started breaking a sweat.

  The last guy in their little gang is Quinn. He’s cheering encouragement as Rocco presses the barbell for one last rep. Quinn is the nice one, the big softy. Even though he’s strong as a mug, he’s still got a bit of a dad-bod. He just can’t help eating whatever he wants and drinking lots of beer. He’s like a big cuddly tattooed teddy bear.

  Quinn also can’t help spoiling me every chance he gets. Even though we’re not related, I can’t help thinking of him as that loving uncle who will give me whatever I want and never tells me no.

  Rocco grunts like a beast as he finishes the final rep and racks the weight. He sits up and gives a nod to Daddy as we approach. Then his eyes lock on me, and he holds me with his cool, steely gaze.

  There’s an aura of danger that surrounds Rocco. He’s so freaking intense all the time, whenever I’m around him I get super nervous. But I have to admit it’s a good kind of nervous

  As he continues to stare me down, my nipples stiffen into hard peaks under my clothes. Shoot. Maybe it is a good thing I put on this hoody after all.

  “Hey there, kid,” Quinn says as we walk up. “You decided to join the guys for a workout again?”

  “Well, I was going to join in the pole fitness class, but Daddy won’t…”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Daddy scowling at me.

  “…But I changed my mind,” I say

  The guys pass some knowing glances among them, but they don’t say anything. I feel like
I’m intruding on guy time, so I decide to get away and do my own thing.

  “I’m going to go warm up on the treadmills,” I say.

  As I walk across the gym to the cardio section, I pass the entrance to the dance studio, which is in a separate room. The sound of a sexy, upbeat tune is playing, and I can hear women’s voices chatting and laughing.

  Aw man. They’re in their having pole fitness practice.

  Unable to help myself, I sneak a quick peek through the door. The instructor is demonstrating an advanced technique where she hangs backward with one leg locked around the hard steel pole and the other leg outstretched.

  I recognize the maneuver—it’s called “the broken doll.”

  The instructor is doing a pretty good job, but I can tell her form is a little bit off. I know I could do it better—if I were allowed to, that is.

  Shit, it’s so tempting to walk in there and show those ladies my stuff. I mean, I don’t want to toot my own horn, but I’m really good at working the pole.

  But Daddy would kill me if I went in there.

  I glance at him across the room, and he’s staring me down with his eagle eyes. So is Rocco, who is just as protective of me as Daddy is. Maybe even more so. He would definitely be every bit as pissed if he caught me doing pole fitness.

  It’s just not fair!

  The sight of all those ladies shaking their stuff in their sexy, skimpy outfits makes me a little jealous. I’ve got a right to show some skin too.

  Screw it. It’s time for me to initiate my top-secret naughty plan. YOLO baby.

  I act like I’m heading for the treadmills to throw Daddy and Rocco off the scent. As soon as their backs are turned, I make my way over to where Quinn is now standing, which just happens to be by the water fountain where he can peep into the dance studio portion of the gym.

  Oh my—do I detect a bit of a bulge in his shorts? Maybe that’s just my imagination. Or maybe Quinn is really enjoying the show.

  “Whatcha lookin’ at, Quinn?” I ask in the brattiest voice I can manage. “You’re not spying on the pole fitness girls, are you?”