21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  Though it seemed impossible his cock somehow grew even stiffer as he stepped forward and straddled Candace. He clutched her hair in two fistfuls on either side and rocked his pelvis, fucking his long cock into Candace’s open mouth as she gazed up at him with a doe-eyed expression.

  “Damn you look so hot with my cock in your mouth,” he breathed as he pumped in and out of her.

  Candace, meanwhile, reached around to grip Derek’s firm ass, pulling him toward her and letting him know she wanted it harder.

  Derek picked up the tempo, and soon he was really fucking Candace’s mouth, his slick, hard shaft pumping her with wet, squelching sounds.

  “You’ve got such a talented little mouth, sugar.”

  Candace moaned happily and slithered her tongue along his hard shaft as it slid in and out of her mouth.

  She could sense he was getting close now. His thighs clenched with tension, and his thrusts became jerky. He was grunting like an animal, and he was fucking her mouth so hard that her head was thumping against the fridge behind her.

  “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

  Derek started to pull himself out, but Candace gripped his buttocks tightly, making sure he kept his cock in her mouth when he spewed his hot load of semen into her.

  It gushed onto her tongue, salty and creamy at the same time, like salted caramel. She moaned and purred with pleasure as she swallowed his load, or at least as much as she could manage.

  At last Derek pulled free, streaking a few final ropes across her face and he roared with ecstasy.

  Candace giggled and licked up the excess, swiping it from her face where he’d marked her and cleaning his trembling shaft until it was spotless.

  “So how did I do?” Candace asked at last, nibbling at her finger as she stood up.

  “How did you do?” Derek gasped, struggling to catch his breath. “How did you do?”

  Candace twiddled her fingers behind her back as she waited for his reply.

  “Baby, you’re a natural. That was the best damn blow job I’ve ever had.”

  Candace blushed and giggled. It made her a bit jealous to think that Derek had gotten head from other women before, but that was far outweighed by knowing that she was the best. It gave her a warm happy feeling in her belly—or maybe that was just the huge load of cum she had just swallowed. She guessed it was a bit of both.

  Overjoyed with her older man’s praise, Candace stood on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his lips. But she immediately pulled back, realizing that she had just had his dick in her mouth, not to mention his hot load. Maybe Derek didn’t want to be kissed by her right now.

  That notion was wiped away entirely when he gathered her to him and kissed her deeply.

  “Now it’s my turn to get a little taste of you,” he whispered against her lips as his hand slid between her thighs and cupped her crotch. He could feel her warmth through her shorts.

  In a matter of moments, he had her undressed. Candace’s top flew up over her head, exposing her bouncing, pink-tipped breasts. Derek kissed them and suckled the stiff peaks of her nipples as he forced her shorts down her smooth thighs.

  He lifted her as if she were as light as feather, and she lay back on the kitchen counter, her legs falling open to offer the soft wet blossom of flesh between them.

  “Fuck, you have such a gorgeous little cunt,” he groaned, licking his lips hungrily.

  Candace was slick with moisture, but Derek still took his time teasing her, heightening her arousal to dizzying levels. His mouth traced a dotted line of wet kisses down her twitching belly. He brushed his lips over the straining tendons of her inner thighs, and his short stubble scratched at her soft skin.

  He teased her until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She begged him and tried to force his face down onto her pussy.

  “Eat me, Derek,” Candace pleaded. “I wanna feel you kiss me there.”

  A soft gasp escaped her mouth as Derek’s soft, wet lips brushed along her moist petals. His warm breath ghosted over her dewy skin, sending a strange thrill rippling through her. With the tip of his tongue, he teased apart her folds until he was licking her needy opening.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned, tossing her head from side to side. “Oh fuck that feels so good, Derek.”

  His tongue worked it’s way up her slit until it reached the tingling bud of her clit. He flicked it a couple of times, stiffening it with even great arousal. Then he sucked it between his lips like a nipple, swelling it until it was tight and engorged.

  It turned out that Derek wasn’t half bad with his mouth either, Candace thought to herself as she squirmed on the counter, squeezing his head between her quivering thighs.

  “I wanna come,” she begged, gripping the counter tightly to brace herself. “Please…”

  Derek didn’t let up sucking her sensitive clit and flicking the ripe nub in his mouth. Meanwhile, his fingertips separated her lips again, tracing the tender circle of her tight opening.

  “Touch me inside,” she whined.

  Candace cried out as Derek’s finger entered her. He worked it deeply into her channel, curling and tickling her soft, inner flesh. Candace writhed and moaned as his fingertip found her special place and stroked her there, tenderly scratching that peculiar inner itch.

  “Oh God, what are you doing to me, Derek?” she gasped.

  She had played with herself before, of course, but it had never been anything like this. Getting eaten and fingered at the same time was overwhelming.

  Her toes curled as he worked a second finger inside, caressing her spot with a double motion until it swelled to the little lump. The double sensation of being stimulated relentlessly inside and out was driving Candace over the edge.

  “That feels so good,” she moaned. “Don’t stop, Derek…”

  As her channel swelled tightly around his fingers, Derek forced a third finger inside, working her front wall with a digging motion now. All the while he refused to let up on her clit, sucking and licking it until it felt like it would pop.

  “Derek,” she whispered. “D—”

  And then the intense pleasure welling inside of her erupted in an intense orgasm that rocked her body like an explosion of pure bliss. She bucked her hips against Derek’s mouth and fingers. Her thighs trembled, and her pussy pulsed and fluttered.

  “Daddy!” she squealed, lost in the throes of her climax.

  Then her eyes went wide and she clapped her hand over her mouth, realizing what she had just said. She just called Derek her Daddy while his face was buried between her thighs and his fingers were deep in her pussy. Fuck that was so wrong. So taboo.

  But Derek didn’t seem taken aback at all. He climbed onto the counter above her, until his face was close to hers. He kissed her, and she tasted her own sweet nectar on his lips and tongue.

  “What did you call me, sugar?” His voice came out gravelly and hoarse with desire.

  “Daddy,” she whispered, as if there was anyone around to hear except Derek.

  “Say it again.”

  “Daddy,” she breathed a little louder, her voice almost pained with desire.

  “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

  “I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” she almost cried. “I wanna feel your cock inside me.”

  Derek gripped Candace’s hips and dragged her toward him, positioning himself between her spread legs. Together they both took hold of his cock and angled it down to rub his head, still slick from Candace’s sucking, against the still-tingling bud of her clit.

  Candace needed it inside her so badly, but at the same time, she was nervous. She’d never had one inside her before, and Derek’s was absolutely humongous.

  “Is it gonna fit, Daddy?” Candace whimpered as his blunt head separated her inner lips and his tip kissed her seeping hole.

  “It’s gonna be tight,” Derek said, “but we’ll make it fit, sugar. Just relax and breathe.”

  Candace did her best to relax, but it was almost impossible with that enormous pole
prodding her between her legs. Her heart was thumping in her chest, and her skin felt electric with anticipation.

  “Is it gonna hurt?” she asked in a trembling voice. “Is it gonna—”

  But her words got lost in a sharp gasp as the head of Derek’s cock slipped inside her, stretching her tight little opening.

  “Are you okay, Candy?” Derek asked, seeing her wince a little.

  Candace nodded. It hurt a little bit, but that pain was mingled with the most amazing pleasure of having this protective older man’s naked cock inside of her.

  A grin curled her lips as she realized she was not a virgin anymore. She was no longer pure and innocent. Being dirty felt good.

  “Keep going,” she urged him. “I can take it.”

  Derek stroked her cheek tenderly and kissed her lips before continuing to gradually plunge into her.

  Angling her head, Candace watched as his long, thick shaft disappeared into her body, inch by throbbing inch. She felt like her muscles were being stretched to their very limit. Then, at last, his cock seated all the way inside her, penetrating deeply, to her very epicenter.

  Candace cried out as she came instantly, her pussy fluttering and squeezing around his shaft.

  “Oh God,” she gasped clutching her arms tightly around Derek’s muscular shoulders.

  He waited for her climax to pass before he drawing back and thrusting into her again. After a couple of strokes, Candace rocked her hips against his, letting him know he she could take it—letting him know she wanted even more.

  “Fuck me harder, Daddy,” she whispered as she pressed her forehead to his.

  Derek picked up the pace until he was pounding into her with his long, hard cock. Candace’s natural lubrication was pouring out of her, slathering her inner thighs and pooling on the counter under her butt.

  “Your little pussy feels so amazing,” Derek grunted as he pummeled her with his dick. “Gotta be careful not to come inside you, baby girl.”

  Candace nodded, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles like she didn’t want to let him go. His raw naked cock felt so good inside of her, and she wanted to keep it there forever.

  “You’re so big inside me,” she moaned. “Oh fuck, you feel so good.”

  Wet sounds of smacking skin and the squelching of suction filled the kitchen. The sounds were so raunchy and dirty, Candace couldn’t believe it, but it only turned her on even more. And then there was the hot smell of their joining that was driving her toward yet another climax.

  “I wanna ride it,” she begged.

  Derek rolled to his back and Candace straddled him, sliding his cock inside her entrance much more easily this time. His shaft was so slick with her juices and her pussy had learned how to accommodate his girth.

  “That’s right,” Derek laughed. “Ride it like a little cowgirl.”

  Candace giggled mischievously as she gyrated her hips, working his pole all around inside her as if she was trying to stretch her hole even wider.

  Then she started to bounce.

  She went slow at first, taking his cock in long, steady strokes. But as she got the hang of it, Candace started riding him hard, her sticky little buns slapping against Derek’s moistened thighs with each bounce of her hips.

  “Damn, baby,” he grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. “Gonna make me come…”

  But Candace didn’t let up. The sensation of Derek’s meaty cock stretching and impaling her was so intoxicating that she was barely aware of anything else.

  “It feels so good, Daddy,” she cried.

  She bounced even harder, slamming herself onto him and driving his cock so deep she swore she could feel him behind her belly button.

  “Shit,” Derek said through gritted teeth. “Okay, I’m gonna come, baby girl. Get off…”

  But Candace wasn’t listening. She was already lost in the throes of another climax. She sat her weight on his lap as her walls clenched around his shaft.

  “Feels so good,” she whined.

  Candace tossed her head back as her biggest orgasm yet wracked her body. Her muscles spasmed and quaked, and she felt warm bliss spreading through her inner depths. It took her a moment to realize that warmth was Derek’s cock gushing another hot load of cum deep into her pussy, coating her insides with this sticky seed.

  “Oh fuck,” Derek groaned, “Oh fuck…”

  Candace’s body tensed with one final wave of her orgasm, and her pussy wrung the last few drops of cum from Derek’s cock. Only then did she slide herself off of him as his cock finally began to soften. When it slipped out of her, thick globs of semen dripped out, spattering his crotch and the kitchen counter.

  “You made me feel so good,” she purred as she stretched her naked body on top of him like a sleepy kitty cat.

  Derek wrapped his strong arms around her and held her to him as they both caught their breath.

  “Do you think Mom would be pissed if she found out about that?” Candace teased him as she nibbled his ear.

  Derek laughed.

  “I think she might be.”

  He was probably right. Plus, he had just spilled his cum inside her, which was a big-time risk, but Candace was beyond caring. She was hooked now, completely addicted to his hot cock.

  “We’ll just keep it our little secret,” Candace said.

  “Right,” Derek said kissing her. “My lips are sealed.”

  That made Candace laugh uncontrollably.

  “What’s so funny?” Derek asked.

  “I want my lips to be sealed too,” Candace giggled, “Sealed around your big, hard cock, Daddy.”

  Derek shook his head but he couldn’t hide his smile.

  “Candy, baby, didn’t we agree this would just be a one-time thing?”

  Candace brushed her lips against his, rough, stubbly chin.

  “But Derek,” she whined, making her voice super bratty again. “Madam Fellacia told us that practice makes perfect…”

  She nibbled and tugged at his lower lip.

  “And I want to be perfect for you.”

  That was all it took for Derek’s cock to stiffen to full hardness once again, making Candace giggle-gasp as it thumped her between her spread legs.

  “Candy,” Dereks sighed with a grin of resignation. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

  Touching Performance

  The method acting class has already started, so I try to slip into the theater quietly without making too much noise. But of course, the strap of my stupid bulky handbag gets caught on the door handle, causing the door to slam shut behind me with a loud bang. I might as well have fired a .44 magnum into the ceiling.

  The whole class turns around to glare at me as I shuffle into the back row. God, I feel so embarrassed. I slowly lower my butt into one of the creaky fold-down theater seats.

  “Hi Nina,” the teacher calls from the stage, “Are you sure you don’t want to sit a little closer.”

  Just when I thought things couldn’t get any more embarrassing, the spotlight is back on me again, and it makes my skin crawl with nerves. All I want is for everyone to forget I am even back here.

  “I’m good,” I say softly with a little wave.

  The acting teacher, Cliff, smiles at me from where he’s standing on the stage, and he goes back to what he was doing before I came in, which is demonstrating a sense-memory technique for acting.

  This whole situation is just classic me. I mean, I joined this weekly acting class at the local community theater as a way of opening up. I’ve always been super introverted and painfully shy, so I thought these classes could be a good way for me to face my fears. At the very least maybe I would make a few new friends.

  But of course, I just ended up doing what I always did in high school and college—sit in the back and hope nobody notices me. The other students probably wonder about that weird, quiet girl in the back of the room, but mostly they leave me alone.

  Truth be told, the only reason I keep going to
these acting classes is for Cliff, the teacher. Maybe it sounds corny, but I have the most massive crush on him. Okay, sure, he’s old enough to be my dad, but if you saw him, you would understand.

  Cliff is tall, well over six feet, with a head full of thick, chestnut brown hair and a pair of gorgeous eyes to match. He has a chiseled and masculine jaw furred with short scruff and a straight, statuesque nose. Cliff’s skin holds a nice healthy tan that really makes his perfect smile stand out too.

  For an older guy, Cliff clearly keeps in shape. I can only imagine what kind of sexiness he has going on underneath his shirt—and imagine I do, nearly every night alone in bed with my hand between my legs as I fantasize about Cliff fucking me with his thick, pulsing cock.

  My fantasies are silly, outrageous even, as I guess most people’s are. A favorite fantasy of mine is being fucked by Cliff on stage in a massive baroque theater. In the audience, hundreds of men and women in fancy clothes and powdered wigs watch admiringly as Cliff pumps me full of load after load of hot sticky cum until it is oozing out of my hole.

  Like I said—a bit far-fetched.

  The acting class is the one night every week when I can watch Cliff in the flesh, so I always pay very careful attention to everything he does—every gesture, every twitch and subtlety of his expression—basically, I’m filling up my spank bank so that I’ll have enough to last me through the rest of the week.

  So now, slouching down in my lonely little seat in the back of the small theater, I watch the master thespian in action.

  Cliff is leading the class in some sense-memory exercises, asking them to mime a short scene without using any props. At the moment he has brought a young man up onto the stage.

  The guy is pretending like he is making a phone call. Since he can’t use any props, he’s using his hand to mimic a telephone with his thumb and pinky finger.

  “No, no, no,” Cliff says to the young man. “We don’t hold a phone like that, do we?”

  The class laughs and the young man laughs along with them. I’m so impressed that he isn’t even embarrassed to face criticism in front of a crowd. I wish I could be like that—but I feel like if I had to go on stage I would probably die of a heart attack on the spot.