21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  I try to stand up straight, but the heavy hand pressed against the small of my back keeps me bent over.

  “Reed, please I—”

  But before I can finish my plea, there is a swift whoosh of air, and his other hand connects with my soft tushy. The loud smack echoes through the garage, followed by my sudden cry of surprise and pain. But the sting is brief, and it is soon replaced by a warm, tingling feeling in the shape of Reed’s big hand

  “That was for stealing the Caddy,”

  He delivers another sharp smack to my bottom, spanking me with such force that it jolts my body, and I have to cling tightly to the top of the car door to keep myself steady.

  “Reed!” I scream, but he’s not listening.

  “And that was for lying about it.”

  Smack!

  “And that was for running around with boys in the middle of the night.”

  I glare at him over my shoulder.

  “No fair,” I shout. “I can go out with boys if I want.”

  Nevermind the fact that I have no interest in Denny. And with each delicious smack that Reed delivers to my vulnerable tushy, I’m starting to think that I’m not interested in little boys at all. Maybe a rough, older disciplinarian is exactly what I need.

  He spanks me again, and I moan as my upper body flops limply over the top of the car door.

  “That’s for being a sassy little brat,” he growls.

  Smack!

  Smack!

  Smack!

  I whimper and whine as Reed spanks my bottom mercilessly. I can feel my cheeks jiggle with each forceful swat of his heavy palm, and when he finally stops, my poor little rump feels raw and tingly.

  Reed is panting heavily behind me, and his other hand is still pressed against the small of my back, keeping me pinned against the Cadillac, helplessly bent over and totally at his mercy. He’s free to dominate my tender body however he sees fit, and I have a feeling he’s not finished with me yet.

  “Damn,” Reed groans in a raspy voice. “Just look at that rosy little ass. You’re damn near as red as that Cadillac.”

  He chuckles as he gently smooths his palm over the mounds of my butt, ever so softly caressing the skin that he just spanked so savagely. That unexpected combination of rough and gentle is a total mindfuck.

  “Do you like that, baby girl?” Reed whispers. “Do you like it when Daddy spanks your naughty little bottom.”

  “No,” I hiss. “I don’t like anything about you.”

  I gasp on an inhale as Reed’s fingers delve into the recess between my thighs. He strokes my lace covered mound, teasing my panties aside just enough to touch my puffy outer lips.

  “Is that so,” he chuckles. “Your wet little pussy is telling a different story.”

  Reed is right of course, and there’s no way to hide it. I’m so wet that it’s starting to trickle down my inner thighs. My face flushes with shame, and I bite down on my knuckle to stifle the love sounds welling in my throat as Reed’s fingertip traces the grove of my parting through the thin layer of lace.

  “Fuck, baby girl, your little cunt is practically weeping with desire.”

  He slides my panties to one side, and my pulse quickens as I feel the cool air on my wet slit. Reed slides is fingers between my slippery folds. He uses my natural lube to coat the aching pearl of my clit, rubbing me there in tight circles until I’m gasping and choking with pleasure.

  “Cherry, has anyone ever told you that you have the prettiest little pussy in the world?”

  I’m so ashamed of the thrill that races through me when I hear Reed’s words. I shouldn’t enjoy being touched by this man who is old enough to be my daddy. And I really shouldn’t be enjoying his compliment about my girly bits. What we’re doing right now is so forbidden and taboo it’s not even funny. And yet, receiving praise from this strict and bossy man excites me to no end, and it makes me want to please him in other ways too.

  “No,” I answer him, still bent over the door of the Cadillac. “Nobody has ever told me that before.”

  Reed switches up his technique. He curls his right hand around my waist to continue stroking my clit from the front. Meanwhile, two fingers of his left hand glide into my entrance to stroke that special tender place on my front wall.

  “Why not?” he whispers.

  “Because nobody has ever seen it before you,” I whimper.

  I’m barely able to choke the words out. The pads of Reed’s fingers are still swirling on my tingling nubbin while simultaneously tickling me inside too. My dripping wet channel is squeezing around his digits as he brings me closer and closer to my release.

  “You’re a virgin?”

  “Yes!” I scream, my voice echoing through the spacious garage. “Yes! Oh my God, yes!”

  I’m answering Reed’s question, but I’m also shouting in raw pleasure as my climax explodes through me. The intensity of it buckles my knees and I would collapse if I weren’t slumped over the side of the Caddy.

  “Good,” Reed pants behind me. “That makes me happy.”

  Reed smooths his palms over my butt and pushes my hiked-up dress farther up my back. He steps closer, and the blunt head of his erection, draped in the slippery silk of his pajama pants, nudges me between my legs.

  “Are you ready to be a good girl?” Reed asks as he gives my tushy, which is still raw from his spanking, a loving squeeze. “Are you ready to start obeying Daddy?”

  “Yes,” I gasp, my mouth struggling to form the words. “I’ll do anything you want.”

  “Good.”

  I feel Reed’s strong hands slide down my hips, and I know that he’s kneeling behind me by the way his hot breath is suddenly ghosting so deliciously across my sore cheeks and the tender flesh between. His fingers hook beneath the elastic waistband of my panties and he drags them down my thighs, guiding my high-heeled feet so I can step out of them.

  “Now,” he commands, his face so close that his words tickle me. “Reach back and spread those cheeks baby girl. Daddy’s hungry.”

  I’m a little apprehensive. I’ve never shown my naughty parts to anyone before tonight, especially not up close and personal like Reed is demanding me to do. But I know better than to disobey him.

  He’s already shown me what he can do with his hands—both the good and the bad. Now it’s time for me to feel his tongue.

  Nervously, I walk my fingers back to the sensitive mounds of my rump. Then I peel my cheeks apart, exposing myself fully to the rough and demanding man of the house. He can see my dripping wet pussy, and he can see my other tighter hole too.

  I know it excites him by the way his breath starts coming out in hotter, harder puffs.

  “Good girl…”

  I cry out again as Reed buries his face in my ass. The rough, short stubble lining his jaw scratches and scrubs deliciously at my sensitive skin as I pry myself open for him. He wedges himself deep in my crack, his soft, slightly raspy tongue slathering my secret places with warm saliva. The muffled groans of enjoyment let me know that he’s absolutely loving his raunchy feast.

  “Oh fuck that feels so good,” I shout. “It feels so good when you eat me, Reed.”

  Relentless, he tongues every inch of flesh between my legs, from my tight, puckered rear hole to my creaming pussy, and even the sensitive little strip of skin in between. My toes curl inside my shoes, and my fingers clutch at the upholstery of the Cadillac.

  But I want more. I’ve had is fingers, and I’ve had is talented tongue. But I need his cock. I need to feel his thick meat penetrating me to my deepest core.

  “Fuck me, Reed,” I whine. “Oh God, fuck me with your big, hard cock.”

  “What’s the magic word, young lady?” he asks between slurps.

  My whole body feels light and electric, and my legs are trembling with weakness. Still my fingers continue to spread my cheeks, just the way Reed said.

  “Please,” I beg. “Please fuck me. Please…”

  Reed lays one long, wet stripe along the
length of my crack, flicking his tongue tip at my anus.

  “Please fuck me, what?” he asks.

  Oh gosh, I really shouldn’t say it. It’s way too dirty. But I know that Reed isn’t going to give me what I need unless I give in.

  “Please fuck me, Daddy!” I cry.

  There is a whisper of silken fabric as Reed slides his pajama pants off, and then he stands up so fast that the top side of his raw, naked cock smacks me right between my legs, making me squeal.

  “You think you’re ready to take this cock?” he teases, tapping it against me a few more times.

  “Mm-hm,” I whine, although now that I can feel that thick, hard erection, I have my doubts about whether it will even fit. But there’s no turning back now.

  Reed gathers my long hair in to a ponytail which he wraps twice around his knuckles before tugging hard, prickling hot pain over my scalp and jerking my body upright. He thrusts his hips, gliding the top of his shaft against my oozing slit.

  “Who owns this little pussy?” he whispers at my ear, giving my hair another sharp tug to let me know he means business.

  “You do,” I whimper. “You own me, Daddy.”

  I can hear the satisfied grin in Reed’s voice as he sighs, continuing to slide his pole against my crotch. I lower one hand to cup his protruding cockhead, and his slit wets my palm with precum.

  Reed kicks my feet apart, widening my stance. His hand clasping my hair pushes me forward again, forcing me to bend at the hips. He grips his cock and angles it so his tip is nudging against my hungry opening. But as his helmet begins to press into me, I realize that his girth is going to stretch me wider than I can handle.

  “Oh God,” I cry. “I can’t take it.”

  “Shhh,” Reed soothes, one hand still tightly twined in my hair, and the other firmly kneading my bare rump. “You’re a big girl. You can take it.”

  He drives forward, and my walls ache as they stretch to accommodate his circumference. I can feel every ridge and contour of his throbbing member as he penetrates deeper and deeper into my tight pussy.

  “It’s too big,” I whine.

  But Reed isn’t letting me off the hook that easy.

  “You asked for Daddy’s cock,” he grunts, almost as if he’s in pain. “Now you’re going to take every inch like a big girl.”

  With one final, forceful thrust, he seats himself inside me to the hilt, and at last every last bit of discomfort eases into pure pleasure as my pussy finally adjusts to his size. He holds himself inside me for a moment, and I reach between my legs to fondle his dangling balls.

  “Fuck you’re so tight it’s unreal, baby girl.”

  Well there come all those warm tinglies again. Reed sure knows how to punish me when necessary, but he also knows how to lavish me in praise.

  He draws is length back, and I gasp with concern as his head pops out of me. After all that work to get him inside, I’m worried it might not fit again. But my fears are unfounded. I’m gaping for him now, and my pussy swallows his cock easily as he plunges into me a second time, nearly making me come again with just one stroke.

  “Fuck me, Daddy,” I beg in the brattiest little voice. “Stretch me out with your big cock.”

  He draws back and plunges into me again, pulling his dick out completely on the backstroke, and the sensation of being filled with his meat again and again makes me shudder with pleasure.

  After a few more long, slow strokes, he gradually picks up the pace, making sure my inexperienced pussy can keep up. Once he’s certain I can take it, then he really starts pumping me hard, his pelvis clapping against my tender tushy with each thrust.

  “Look,” he says between grunts as he twists my hair, turning my face toward the rear-view mirror on the side of the car. With his other hand, he angles the mirror so that I have a perfect view of his long, wet, vein-ridged cock pounding into me from behind.

  “Oh, that’s so hot,” I gasp, my voice trembling with each jolt as he fucks me.

  The sound of wet, slapping flesh echoes through the garage, along with the raunchy, slurping suction sounds of my channel squeezing around his shaft.

  I never thought my first time would be like this. It’s more intense than I could ever have imagined. Reed is dominating me with his cock and using me like his filthy little fuck toy, and I’m loving every second of it. I’m right on the verge of coming around my disciplinarian Daddy’s cock.

  But as Reed’s breath becomes shallow and raspy, I realize he’s getting close too.

  “I’m not on birth control,” I warn him.

  “Good.”

  My pussy begins to flutter and constrict around his cock as he fucks me. The way his powerful thighs are starting to tremble, I know he’s only a few thrusts away from blowing his load.

  “Aren’t you gonna pull out?” I whimper.

  “Hell no,” Reed grunts, his rhythm building to a crescendo. “I said this pussy belongs to me now, and I mean it.”

  “Daddy,” I whine as my arousal swells and expands inside me.

  “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you. That way I can keep you forever to make sure you behave.”

  And with that, my climax explodes in my core, sending rolling waves of bliss rippling through my body. My muscles contract and relax in a rhythmic pattern as I lose myself to the most intense pleasure I’ve ever known.

  Reed bellows as his cock pulses inside me, and warmth floods my depths as he spills into me, staining my walls with his sticky load. He’s coming inside me, fertilizing me with his abundant seed. It leaks from my hole and oozes down my thighs.

  I stand up straight, leaning back into Reed’s hard chest and abs, and he enfolds me in a sensual embrace, his rough hands cupping my breasts and tweaking my tender nipples through the fabric of my dress.

  He turns my face toward his, and at last he gives me my best reward yet. He’s already claimed my hitherto virgin pussy, but now he claims my mouth in a searing kiss that flutters my tummy and curls my toes. Our mouths melt together, and his tongue penetrates my lips the same way that his hard, still-pulsing cock has penetrated me down below.

  At last, his cock softens and slips out of me. I gasp against his plush lips as thick globs of semen drip from between my legs and splatter on the floor.

  “See,” Reed chuckles, “I knew you could be a good girl if you tried.”

  “I just needed you to show me how,” I giggle, feeling more than a little naughty.

  As I’m standing like that, bundled in Reed’s strong and loving arms, swaying slightly, my tummy suddenly grumbles with hunger.

  “Well,” Reed laughs. “Sounds like somebody has worked up an appetite.”

  “You gave me quite a workout,” I laugh.

  Reed tenderly pulls my dress down to cover up my private parts. He leans into the Cadillac and touches a switch that pops the trunk. Then he walks around to the rear of the car.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  Reed pulls a clean, white T-shirt out of the trunk. My pussy pulses with renewed desire as I watch his muscles flex and stretch as he pulls it on over his head. Then he takes out a pair of jeans as well and begins pulling those up his muscular legs.

  “Do you keep a change of clothes in all of your cars?” I giggle.

  “I like to be prepared for anything,” he chuckles as he tucks in his massive member and zips up his fly. One pair of socks and tennis shoes later, and he’s good to go.

  “Get in,” he says, opening the passenger side door for me like a gentleman. He’s still bossing me around, but now there’s a new warmth in his voice. I do as he says, sliding my scantily clad and still slightly tender butt into the Cadillac.

  “Where are we going?” I ask.

  “You’re hungry, and I’m too wired to sleep,” he says as he climbs in the driver’s seat. “We’re gonna go get you a special breakfast treat. You’ve earned it baby girl.”

  He leans over and plants a kiss on my lips that would totally melt my panties if I had any on. Then he
turns the ignition, and the Cadillac rumbles to life.

  ***

  An hour later, we are huddled together in a booth in the City Cafe, my favorite all-night diner downtown. It’s a retro style place—lots of chrome, lots of neon, and non-stop oldies rocking on the juke box. There’s a checkerboard tile floor and cherry red upholstery on the booths and stools along the counter. The Cadillac looks right at home parked out front.

  Okay, so it’s a bit cheesy, I’ll admit, but the food here is incredible, and it’s late enough now that we don’t even have to put up with the drunken post-bar crowd.

  Reed and I are tucked into a round corner booth, the best spot in the whole place. He has his arm wrapped protectively around me, and I’m nestled against his hard, smooth body as he feeds me the last few bites of the richest, creamiest cheese blintzes that I’ve ever tasted in my life.

  Meanwhile, hidden beneath the table, my hand is caressing the impressive bulge in the crotch of Reed’s tight jeans. His long, thick manhood swells with arousal and twitches under my touch.

  “Naughty little thing,” Reed growls. He thumbs a bit of whipped cream from my lower lip and then offers it to me to suck. “You’re absolutely intractable. I think I’m gonna have to punish you again.”

  “Promise?” I giggle,

  I give his hard cock a squeeze through the denim, and my pussy moistens and clenches at the memory of that member thrusting and pulsing inside me.

  “You know I’m not one for idle threats, little one. I’m gonna tan your little tushy until you’re begging me for mercy.”

  “Mercy isn’t the only thing I’ll be begging for,” I tease, cupping his cockhead through his jeans.

  I remember what he said earlier, when he came inside me. He said he was going to keep me forever, and that makes me happy. Now that I’ve had a taste of the best, I’m spoiled rotten. Nothing else will ever do. I’m addicted to him. Addicted to his hot cock and addicted to his rough discipline.

  Reed grins, and pinches my erect nipple through the tight, thin fabric of my dress.

  “Fine,” he whispers. “But not here. I need to get your naughty little butt back to the house where I can really go to work on you without any interruptions.”