21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  “This fucker will have enough when he’s dead,” Lance seethes, “Nobody touches my princess like that—nobody!”

  His words nearly bowl me over, and I’m lucky that Lisa and Candy are there to catch me. Did he just call me his princess? Who else could he be talking about?

  I totally hate myself for this, but right now my nips are so hard they could cut glass. Oh yeah, and that wetness between my trembling thighs? It’s come back in spades. I try to tell myself that I’m not turned on by the way Lance is going full alpha mode on this guy, but there’s really no way to hide it.

  Fortunately, everyone else is too distracted by the scene Lance is making to notice the wet spot on my shorts or my nipples poking out through my top.

  My mind is trying to deny it, but my body wants to submit completely to this protective and aggressive older man.

  “Whoa, whoa! What the fuck is going on over here?”

  It’s the bouncer from the front door—the one that Candy sweet-talked to let us in. Well, it’s about fucking time, isn’t it? Where was this guy when I was getting groped and verbally abused?

  The bouncer is a big, burly guy, but one look at Lance puts him in his place. There’s no question about who the alpha is here

  “Look, man,” the bouncer says to Lance, softening his tone to show that he’s not looking for a fight. “Just let that guy go, okay? He’s out cold. I’ll take him outside and make sure he doesn’t come back in.”

  Lance’s eyes are still wild with fury, but he sees the pleading expression on my face and calms down. His face changes from blazing red to a more manageable pink, and the veins go down, though they don’t disappear completely.

  “Yeah,” he pants. “Yeah, take this garbage outside where it belongs.”

  The knocked-out creep is just starting to groan and wake up. Lance roughly hands him over to the bouncer who drags him outside.

  “Thanks,” Candy says, stepping up to Lance. “That guy was in here last week groping the girls. I don’t know how he even got back in.”

  “Well I doubt he’ll be back again,” Lance says. But he’s not looking at Candy. His eyes are still locked on me.

  “I’ll tell you what,” Candy says, with a sexy lilt in her voice, “how about a free private dance, on the house?”

  “That won’t be necessary, Miss. I—”

  Lance’s friend jumps in and cuts him off.

  “Oh hell no, bro,” his friend slurs. “There’s no way I’m gonna let you turn down a free dance in the champagne room.”

  Lance gives a sigh of resignation. He seems mostly calm now. He gazes at me for another moment, giving me a lustful look that makes my heart flutter. Then he looks back and forth between his friend and Candy, and nods.

  “All right, all right,” Lance says. “So where are we gonna do this?”

  “Right back here,” Candy says, pointing the way.

  He doesn’t sound super excited about the lap dance, and I get the impression that he’s just appeasing his friend. Nevertheless, I have the strangest little twinge of pain in my heart. I don’t want Lance to get a private dance from Candy. I mean, sure, she’s my friend, but I want this stud all to myself. And after all, I’m the one who got rescued here—if anything I should do the honors.

  A lightbulb turns on in my head. I tap Candy on the shoulder and gesture that I want to talk to her.

  “Room number two, sugar,” she says to Lance. “Just make yourself comfortable and I’ll be right there.”

  She turns back to me with a mischievous grin on her face.

  “You really like this guy, don’t you?” she asks.

  I give her a nod and her face beams. Lance has already moved away and he’s stepping into private room two to await his dance. I start talking a mile a minute, trying to keep my voice low so that no one overhears.

  “Candy, I know it’s asking a lot since this is your job and everything, and I totally don’t want to get you into trouble with your boss, but I’ve been thinking about all those sexy dance moves you’ve taught us in pole fitness class, and I really want to try them out for real, so I was kinda thinking maybe if you don’t mind I could kinda sorta—”

  Candy puts her hands on my cheeks and winks at me.

  “Say no more, babydoll,” she says with a smile. “He’s all yours. Go get ‘im.”

  4. LANCE

  My nerves are finally starting to calm after that altercation. I wish that Chelsea hadn’t seen me like that, but it couldn’t be helped. There was no way I was gonna let that creep get away with groping my sweet little girl.

  Now I’m lounging back on a plush couch in this small private room. The walls are covered in floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and there’s a stripper’s pole in the middle.

  As I sit here, I try to come up with what I’m going to say to the woman when she comes in. I’ll just politely tell her that while I appreciate the offer of a private dance, it really isn’t my thing. I’ll be polite but firm about it. We’ll sit in here for a few minutes so that Tony will be satisfied I got my dance, and then I won’t have to listen to him give me shit about it.

  Simple enough.

  The door opens, and I prepare to give her my little spiel.

  “Look, lady, it’s really nice of you to offer me this free dance, but I’m going to have to insist that—”

  The words get stuck in my throat when I see who steps through the door. It’s Chelsea. It’s my precious girl. Her movements are slow and sultry as she locks the door behind her and then steps to the pole in the middle of the room.

  She twirls around it once lazily.

  “Insist all you want,” she whispers. “I’ll do anything you tell me to, Lance. Anything.”

  Her soft, sweet voice sends the blood pumping into my cock so fast I feel like I might just pass out. Her eyes go wide and she cocks one sexy brow at the way my dick is straining against the denim of my jeans. I should be ashamed to let my buddy’s daughter see me aroused, but I’m not. I want her to see it.

  “Anything?” I ask her, my voice coming out in a low raspy growl.

  “Anything.”

  “Dance for me,” I say. It sounds like a command, but deep down I know I’m begging.

  Chelsea grins and grabs the thick chrome pole with both hands. She spreads her feet into a wide stance, curves her back so that her lovely round ass is sticking up in the air, and then she begins gyrating her hips to the music that is pumping into the room.

  I can’t fucking believe it. My best buddy’s little girl is shaking her plump tush right in front of my face. My cock can’t take much more of this.

  “I know you’ve been watching me,” she says, eyeing me over her shoulder as she continues swaying sensuously to the music. “I’ve seen you looking at me during my pole fitness classes at the gym.”

  “Those classes have really paid off,” I groan as she twirls around and begins to hump the pole with her crotch. Fuck I wish that was my dick right now.

  “I love it,” she giggles. “It’s a great way to get toned and tight.”

  All I know is that it’s getting my cock toned and tight. I’ve gotta alleviate some of this pressure before I burst through my damn jeans. I unzip my fly and breathe a sigh of relief as the pressure on my crotch lessens.

  “Hm, good idea,” Chelsea says.

  She unbuttons and unzips her shorts and slides them down her long, shapely thighs, showing me her sexy little black thong. It barely conceals the wonderful treasures she’s keeping between her legs.

  “Oh fuck, Chelsea,” I moan, as beads of sweat prickle across my brow. “You’re so fucking gorgeous it’s unreal.”

  Chelsea wraps one leg around the pole and does an amazing twirl, whipping her long hair wildly as she spins. She flashes a big, dazzling grin.

  The girl has definitely got talent.

  She plants her feet back on the floor and presses her butt against the pole so it’s wedged between her spankable cheeks. All of a sudden, a funny thing happens. I get jealous—jea
lous of a goddamn metal pole.

  “Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?” Chelsea teases.

  She pulls her top up over her head. I see she’s not wearing a bra, and her lovely pick nipples, luscious and erect, are on full display. A bit of precum oozes out of my tip in response.

  “Your turn, Lance,” she says as she tosses her shirt onto my face.

  I inhale her scent deeply and then fling her top aside so I can get to work unbuttoning my shirt. Meanwhile, my perfect little angel rides the pole, spinning around in lazy circles with her legs spread so wide that I can see a bit of pink peeking around the edge of her panties.

  I have to get in there. I have to get inside that sweet little pussy.

  Chelsea hops down from the pole and comes to me, popping her sexy hips with each step. She straddles my lap and starts grinding against my crotch. Her pussy is so damn wet now that her panties are soaked through.

  “Lance,” she whines as her stiff nipples brush my chest, “Oh, Lance.”

  I can’t take any more of this. I have to claim her here and now. Gripping her hair roughly in my fists, I pull her face to mine and we crush our lips together in a hot, stinging kiss. Our tongues roll together, and her sweet taste fills my mouth. At last, we break our kiss and come up heaving for air as thin strings stretch between our moist lips.

  “I want to taste you, Lance,” she whines, sliding down my torso and trailing a dotted line of wet kisses as she goes. “I want to swallow you.”

  She curls her fingers under the waist of my jeans and pulls them down until my cock comes swinging out like it’s spring-loaded. It smacks her right in the face.

  “Lance!” she giggles.

  Then she gasps as her wide eyes run up and down my length.

  “Oh my,” she whimpers. “I don’t know if I can’t swallow all of that.”

  But she tries. Oh, sweet fuck does she try. She wraps her lips around my head and her cheeks pull in with suction. I twine my fingers in her silky hair, and guide her head up and down as she begins bobbing on my stiff cock.

  “Shit, babygirl,” I groan, tossing my head back. “If you’re not careful, you’re gonna make me blow right inside that hot little mouth.”

  “That’s the idea,” she says with a naughty wink before diving in to suck more.

  With each bob of her head, she takes more and more of me into her mouth, swallowing my shaft an inch at a time. The slurping sounds coming from her lips are so fucking hot, and the way she’s sucking me curls my toes.

  “Fuck, Chelsea,” I moan, “That feels so fucking good baby doll.”

  She moans against my cock as she finally works herself all the way down to the base of my shaft. The throbbing head of my cock is down her fucking throat. Her eyes are watering as she tries not to gag. At last, she slurps herself off me, gasping wildly for air.

  Wrenching her head back by her hair, I stand over her, pressing the underside of my cock between her heaving, naked breasts.

  “I’ve fucked your mouth,” I growl. “Now I’m gonna fuck those amazing tits too.”

  “Yes, Lance,” she moans as she presses her big, round boobs around my hard-on. “Anything for you. Anything.”

  I rock my hips, sliding my wet, saliva-coated dick between her cleavage. I reach down and pinch her perfect pink nipples, making her squeal with desire.

  “Your dick feels so good,” she breathes. “I love it when you fuck my tits like that.”

  “Well, you’re gonna like it even more when I fuck that hot little pussy,” I groan. “Now turn around and grab that fucking pole.”

  She doesn’t hesitate for a moment. I love how obedient she is for me. She’s my good little girl. And now I’m going to claim her for real.

  “Please,” she begs as she spreads her legs in a wide stance again and arches her back, offering herself to me. “Lance…please…”

  I kick my jeans to the side and rip her panties down her slick thighs. I spread her cheeks, revealing her lovely pink blossom of flesh and her tight, puckered asshole.

  She squeals just a little as I rub the blunt head of my cock between her moist petals. Damn, she’s so wet and soft. I have to be inside her right fucking now.

  My cock is pressing against her tender, wet opening. Everything is lined up.

  “Please,” she begs, her voice soft and breathy.

  I clasp her thick, shapely hips and thrust.

  5. CHELSEA

  “Oh, God, Lance!” I cry and his thick cock penetrates me, stretching my pussy to the limit.

  The sensation of total fullness is overwhelming as he plants his dick all the way to my very epicenter, and my knees buckle. It’s a good thing I’m holding onto this pole, that’s for sure.

  “Damn, Chelsea,” Lance groans behind me as he squeezes my hips. “You’re little pussy is so fucking tight, babygirl.”

  He draws back and then plunges into me again. His pelvis hits my bare ass with a sharp clap. He runs one rough hand up my tingling spine and clutches my hair again in his strong fist. I love it when he does that. I love the light prickle of pain along my scalp as he pulls my hair, making me toss my head back as he fucks me. He’s not being gentle with me, not in the least, and that’s exactly how I want it.

  I’m being overpowered and plowed by this aggressive older man. He’s not holding anything back.

  I cry his name again and again, and my voice skips like a broken record as he pounds his cock into my wet pussy, jolting my whole body with each forceful thrust.

  “Do you like that?” he growls, as his aggressive side comes out more and more. “Do you like getting fucked hard, princess?”

  “Yes,” I scream, “Give it to me harder, Lance. I want you to break me.”

  The hand on my hip slides around to my crotch. With the tips of his big fingers, he swipes some of my slippery juice and spreads it over my clit for lubrication. I moan and squeal as he begins swirling and strumming my love nub while his huge dick drives into me harder and deeper.

  “Come here,” he says, slipping out and spinning me around. “I want to see your pretty face when you cum on my cock.”

  He shoves me down hard onto the plush couch, and I spread my legs wide for my rough and rowdy man.

  His pole delves into me again, and I dig my nails into the thick slabs of muscle on his back. He grunts and growls like a beast as he pumps me, and his heavy balls are slapping deliciously against my drenched asshole.

  “Tight,” he groans, “So fucking tight.”

  He’s right. My pussy is swelling up around him. My aroused walls are gripping his shaft tightly—so tightly he has to struggle to move inside me. That just forces him to fuck me even harder. I hold on for dear life as he pummels me with his cock.

  His head is nailing me right on my target too. Just a little more, and I’ll be over the edge. But I hang on, wanting for us to take this plunge together.

  “Lance,” I beg, pressing my forehead to his. “Come inside me. Please come inside me.”

  And then I’m gone, waves of intense, hot pleasure exploding in my core. Lance grunts loudly, and I can feel the warmth of his release spreading through my insides, filling my needy pussy with his sticky fluid.

  “Oh, God, I can feel it Lance,” I moan. “I can feel you coming, daddy!”

  He keeps fucking me, rolling my eyes back into my head. I can barely take it. I feel like I’m on the verge of passing out from sheer pleasure. Anything that feels this good just has to be sinful.

  Lance thrusts into me one final time and holds himself inside me while his strong arms wrap around my shoulders. His cock still pulses—once more, twice. Glops of thick semen drip from my overflowing hole and splatter onto the floor below.

  “Chelsea,” he pants against my ear. His breath is hot and it tickles me. “Chelsea, you’re so good, baby. You make me feel so good.”

  I kiss his neck and taste his hot sweat. I want him inside me forever.

  But at last, his dick softens and slips out of me. Naked, we
hold each other, whispering sweet words under the music while our hands caress and explore.

  “You know, Lance,” I whisper, “That was my first time. You just took my V-card.”

  It’s funny to feel bashful after the raunchy way we just fucked, but I do.

  “Really?” Lance asks, a faint smile playing at his lips.

  I nod.

  “Get your clothes,” Lance says.

  “Okay,” I obey, hopping up and gathering my clothing which is scattered all over the small room. “But where are we going?”

  Lance smiles as he pulls up his jeans. God, he's so handsome it's unbelievable.

  “I’m taking you home.”

  “Home?” I pout.

  “Yeah,” he grins. “My home. Our home. Now that I’ve marked your sweet little pussy with my seed, you belong to me for good.”

  A squeal of delight slips out of me. There's nothing I want more than to be owned by this protective and aggressive alpha.

  “But first, we’re gonna hit the hardware store on the way home,” he says, checking his watch. “We gotta hurry. They’ll be closing soon.”

  “The hardware store?” I ask. “Why?”

  “Little home improvement project I’ve got planned,” he chuckles. “I’m installing a pole in the bedroom, baby. That way I can watch you practice every single day.”

  Sneaking Suspicion

  -One-

  “Oh my goodness, Darren,” I gasp with surprise. “That’s much too big! There’s no way I can take all of that!”

  “Oh, I insist.”

  Darren presses the five crisp twenty dollar bills into my palm and curls my fingers into a fist around them.

  “You’ve earned it, Anniston.” The smile on his face is absolute perfection.

  “Are you sure, Darren?” I ask, looking up at him. “That’s an awful lot of money for just one night of babysitting.”

  He rests his big, masculine hand on my bare shoulder as he walks me to the front door. His touch sends warm tingles all through my body, and my nipples pebble in the most inappropriate way beneath my top.

  “You deserve it,” he says in that deep rumbly voice of his. “You don’t know how helpful this was tonight. I really appreciate you looking after the boys for me on such short notice.”