21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  “Yep. No tattoos there,” he chokes. “Now take off your top.”

  Still facing away, I cross my arms and hook my fingers under the hem of my ultra-tight tube top and pull it off over my head, shaking my hair out of my face after. I toss the top away.

  Behind me, there is the sound of fabric and a jangling belt as Cason works his hand inside his pants.

  “Turn around.” His voice is hoarse and barely more than a whisper.

  Ever so slowly, my skin feeling on the verge of bursting into flames, I turn around and sweep my long hair back behind my shoulders, letting Cason see every inch of my bare breasts. My nipples are erect and absolutely aching with arousal—they’re begging to be touched. Begging to be pinched. Begging to be sucked.

  “Holy hell,” Cason gasps, “Just look at those fucking tits. And those little pink nips are absolute perfection.”

  His hand is inside his pants, slowly stroking the hard rod that is still concealed inside. I nibble at my lip, desperate to have a peek at the monster I know he’s packing.

  “Panties,” Cason growls.

  I squirm with nervousness. Yeah, my whole plan for this evening was to get laid, so I knew I would have to, y’know, get naked at some point. But I kinda expected it would be in the darkness of Dustin’s car. This is totally different. It’s like I’m standing in the spotlight, and I’m anxious as all get-out. But something keeps driving me on. I want to expose myself fully to Cason. I want to show him every inch of my body while he jerks his massive cock.

  “Antoinette,” he says, coaxing me.

  Hooking my fingers beneath the waistband of my panties, I slowly bend over and slide the soft lace down. The panties are sticky with my dew and they peel wetly from my drenched slit. Bending farther, I push them down my thighs to the floor and step out. When I stand back up, I reflexively cover myself with my hands.

  “Move your hands, young lady.” Cason grunts, his own hand still jerking steadily inside his pants. “Gotta make sure you aren’t…hiding anything.

  As I let my hands fall to my sides, Cason’s eyes grow wide like a hungry predator eyeing its prey.

  “Come close,” he demands. He downs the rest of his whiskey and sets the glass on the floor.

  As I step toward him, my whole body feels electric with lust. I’m completely naked and exposed for the dirty man of the house. Nothing is hidden. Everything is on display. My nipples are as hard as a pair of glass beads, and the tingling bud of my clit is every bit as erect too.

  “Closer,” he grunts. “Closer.”

  I step closer still until I’m standing right in between his spread knees. The sound of his hand casually jerking his cock inside his pants is making my pussy cream and swell with arousal. I want to feel that big dick stretching and penetrating me.

  “Closer.”

  Cason’s free hand grips my naked rump, and I squeal as he yanks me roughly toward him, pressing my little tuft of hair against his face. He inhales deeply, groaning with pleasure as he drinks in my scent.

  “Damn, you smell so fucking delicious.” His voice is muffled by my pussy.

  After a few more deep, ravenous inhales, he takes his hand out of his pants hand holds my hip a few inches from my face as his hungry eyes inspect my pussy.

  “No tattoos there either,” he chuckles. “Just one more place to check.”

  “One more place?” I gasp.

  Before I know what is happening, Cason has pulled me on top of him so that I’m lying face down across his lap.

  “That’s right, sweetness,” he whispers. “Daddy likes to be very thorough.”

  “Cason!” I cry out as he clutches the cheeks of my rump and spreads them apart so he can inspect my crack. I thought I was fully exposed before, but now he can truly see every inch of me—the slick pink petals of my throbbing pussy and my tight puckered rear hole are on full display for the possessive man of the house.

  “Well, Antoinette,” he breathes at last. “It looks like you were telling the truth for once. I don’t see any other tattoos. Since you were honest with me, your punishment will be less severe.

  “My punishment?” I squeak as I try, unsuccessfully, to twist out of Cason’s firm clutches. “You said you wouldn’t punish me if I told you the truth.”

  I groan as his strong hands knead my tushy like two lumps of dough. His deep, skillful massage feels so freaking good, for a second I think I might actually have an orgasm in my butt cheeks. Is that even a thing?

  “Wrong,” Cason says with a wicked chuckle in his voice. “I said I would go easy on you. But I still have to punish your little hiney.”

  “Please, Cason,” I beg. “Please, I promise to be good from now on.”

  I squirm and wriggle, but Cason is far too strong for me. I’m totally at his mercy to dominate and discipline however he pleases.

  “Oh you’ll be good,” he rumbles. “After I teach you how.”

  His thick cock is as hard as stone in his pants, and I can feel it pressing into my soft belly lying sprawled across his lap.

  “I’m going to spank you,” Cason says matter-of-factly. “Ten smacks. And you’re going to count them out loud.”

  “But—”

  My voice is cut off as my whole body suddenly jolts from the heavy impact. A sharp smack resounds through the living room and my tushy stings. But the pain is soon replaced by a warm tingly sensation in the shape of Cason’s hand.

  “Cason!” I gasp. I can’t believe this is really happening. He’s spanking my hiney like a naughty little brat.

  “Count,” he demands.

  “One…”

  Immediately another swift smack jiggles my bottom and jolts my naked body on Cason’s lap. The way that he’s treating me right now is so shameful. I should hate it. And I should hate him too. So why are my nipples hard enough to cut glass? And why is my pussy leaking a river of wetness onto Cason’s leg and the couch.

  “Count,” he snaps aggressively

  “Two!” I cry out

  Smack!

  “Three!”

  With every swat of his broad, powerful hand, the heat and the tingling sensation in my booty grows, and my pussy pulses and swells with ever greater need. By the time the tenth smack strikes my ass, I’m weak and panting, my mouth hanging slack and my eyes rolling back.

  “Ten,” I breathe at last.

  “Good girl,” Cason pants, somehow sounding even more exhausted that me. “Very good.”

  His big palms smooth over the flesh of my rump and upper thighs, and I wince and whimper a little at the warm stinging sensation. But soon his gliding hands begin to soothe me as he whispers again and again what a good girl I am. This gentleness coming right on the heels of his hard and savage spanking totally fucks with my head.

  “Damn,” Cason groans. “Baby, I wish you could see how rosy red your perfect little ass is right now.”

  Cason swipes his fingers through my recess, wetting his fingertips with my moisture, and he chuckles again.

  “Sweetheart, you’re sopping wet down there. Your pretty little cunt is practically weeping.”

  “I know,” I half sob and cast an accusatory glare at him over my shoulder. “You did that to me. I want you to touch me there again, please…”

  Cason smirks and grunts.

  “Do you like that, sweetie? Do you like it when Daddy touches your little pussy.”

  “Mm-hm,” I whine like a little brat as his fingers separate my folds, rubbing the length of my slit and tickling my thrumming clitoris.

  “Yeah, you like that don’t you,” he rumbles as he pets my pussy. “Tell me what else you want, baby girl.”

  I nibble my lip and press my face to the soft leather of the couch. It feels so naughty to say it, but we’ve come this far, and I don’t want to stop now.

  “I want you too touch me inside, Daddy,” I blurt.

  “Where inside?” Cason asks calmly. “Inside your pussy or inside your tight little ass?”

  My cheeks burn with sca
lding embarrassment. I can’t believe Cason is being so calm about all of this. It’s totally taboo. First I stripped for the man of the house. Then he spanked me hard. And now he’s rubbing my wet pussy with his fingers. But the cool, casual way that he’s totally in control makes me even hornier.

  “Both,” I gasp, hardly able to believe what I’m saying. “I want you to touch me inside both holes, Daddy.”

  Cason hums with approval.

  “You really are a naughty little thing aren’t you.”

  He’s right. I’m a filthy dirty little pervert.

  I moan and whine as his finger teases at my wet opening, thrusting inside to tickle the soft tissue of my inner walls. He explores me, running his finger all around inside me. When it touches my special place, I let out a soft cry. He strokes me there with a continuous rhythm and my pussy immediately starts to swell and constrict around him.

  Meanwhile, another finger tickles my tight, puckered anus, making me squirm and squeal on Cason’s lap. I can feel his hard, hot cock shift beneath my belly.

  “Shit, you really are sensitive,” Cason whispers. “I love how responsive you are, princess.”

  My whimpering face is buried in the cushions of the couch, but I hear a wet smack that I know must be Cason sucking his finger tip to moisten it with saliva. A moment later, his wet touch on my rear hole makes me scream and giggle like a ticklish little girl. But my squeals melt into a low, uncontrollable moan as his fingertip pops inside my anus. All the while his other finger never stops stroking and stoking my tender, secret place on the front wall of my pussy.

  “Is this what you want?” Cason husks as he fucks his finger in and out of my tight rear channel.

  “Yes!” I pant, “Oh fuck yes…”

  I yelp as Cason spits on my ass and forces another finger inside, spreading his fingers like a narrow V to stretch my anus. At the say time, he slips two more fingers into my pussy and starts digging and scooping forcefully at my spot, bringing my arousal to a trembling crest.

  “What else?” Cason growls aggressively. “What else do you want, angel?”

  “I wanna come!” I whine. “Oh God, I wanna come so fucking bad…”

  “Language,” he grunts, but he doesn’t let up with his masterful fingers inside both of my holes.

  “Please, Daddy!” I beg, nearly bursting with raw need. “Please, please, please make me come!”

  I sob with pleasure as my built up arousal finally explodes, crashing like a tidal wave of bliss that washes through every muscle fiber, first making me spasm wildly, and then leaving me limp and totally relaxed. Light, wet pleasure vibrates in my core and echoes down my legs to the very tips of my curling toes.

  When it’s all done, my body feels as weak as a wet rag. Drool trickles from my slack mouth onto the couch as Cason withdraws his fingers and smooths his heavy palms over my naked back, butt, and thighs.

  “Fuck, you look so fucking sexy when you come,” he pants.

  “Language,” I tease him.

  I yelp as his broad, flat hand smacks my bottom again.

  “Don’t you sass me,” he says with a hint of laughter in his voice. “Daddy’s an adult, so he gets to use that kind of language.”

  I’m tempted to remind him that I’m an adult too, legally speaking. But for our naughty little game, I’ll be whatever he wants.

  As the feeling and strength returns to my limbs, I wiggle my body on Cason’s lap, and I realize that giant bulge poking my belly is even bigger and harder than it was before. I slide down his lap like I’m made of water, and I end up on my knees in front of him, my hands resting on the hard, thick muscles of his thighs.

  I’m kneeling in front of him—kneeling like a good little girl about to say her prayers before bed.

  Cason smiles and pets my hair, which must look a mess right now. But I don’t care. Right now I’ve got one thing on my mind, and that one thing is growing and pulsing bare inches from my face. Only a thin layer of fabric separates me from what I want.

  I lick my lips.

  “Can I see it, Daddy?”

  “Oh, I don’t know sweetheart,” he teases me.

  “Please,” I beg him, putting a little extra sugar into my voice. “I’ve never seen one before. And I wanna see yours.”

  Cason grins and strokes his manly, stubbled chin.

  “Well…only if you promise to be a good girl from now on.”

  I nod my head vigorously and gnaw at my lower lip. I let one hand slide off Cason’s thigh and I start touching myself. Even though Cason just gave me an atomic orgasm, my needy little pussy is ready for more.

  “Yes,” I whisper, somewhat unconvincingly. “I promise to be a good girl.”

  “Okay then,” Cason gives in. “But only a little peek.”

  I nod again.

  Then my jaw drops and my eyes go wide as Cason reaches inside his unfastened pants and draws his thick, meaty cock out into the open air. I’ve never seen anything so yummy-looking in all my life, and my mouth and pussy both start watering at the same time. There is a sexy ridge running the length of his underside, and his shaft is covered in plump, faintly blue veins that pulse lightly with his heartbeat. At the top of his pole sits a round, mushroom-like head, which is pink and glistening with a thin film of moisture. It looks like the tastiest lollipop I’ve ever seen.

  “Wow, can I touch it, Daddy?” I whisper.

  Cason grips my wrist as I reach out, his monstrously big hand totally enveloping my fragile little wrist.

  “Now Antoinette, what did we say?” he chides me. “Just a peek, remember?”

  “But Daddy!” I pout, putting some super bratty emphasis on the two syllables of the D-word.

  Cason sighs.

  “Okay fine,” he agrees. “But just a quick little touch.”

  Yeah, we’ll see about that.

  As he frees my wrist, I reach out and timidly grasp his shaft. I gasp in amazement as I realize I can barely wrap my fingers around it. When I give Cason a few timid strokes, he groans in enjoyment. My pussy squeezes as I discover the way that his satin-smooth skin shifts and slides over the hard inner core of his erection.

  “Antoinette,” Cason groans, “remember we agreed…just a quick touch.”

  But he makes no move to stop me as I glide my hand higher and tease the cute little V shaped place where his head connects to his shaft. As I rub that sensitive spot, a clear bead of precum wells at his tip, quivers briefly, and then trickles down my knuckles.

  “Daddy!” I giggle.

  “Naughty girl,” he rasps. “We said just a touch. We said…”

  “But Daddy,” I whine, moving closer. “I wanna lick it.”

  “Absolutely not, young lady. Do you hear me? If you—“

  But Cason isn’t able to finish his sentence because his voice trails off into slurred nonsense as I stroke my tongue along the underside of his girth. His flavor is tangy and salty. I lick him again, even more deeply this time, starting from the smooth, soft sac of his balls and going all the way up until I flick my tongue tip at his salty slit.

  “Oh fuck that feels good, honey,” Cason groans, finally coming around to my way of seeing things. “Do it again, sweetie. Lick Daddy’s dick one more time like a good girl.”

  My heart swells with delight knowing how good I’m making my dominant older man feel. And even though I’m down on my knees, I feel pretty powerful right now. I mean, with a few licks of my tongue, I’ve been able to persuade the strict man of the house to let me have my way. That’s no small feat.

  His shaft is nice and slippery with saliva now, and I give him one more nice long lick, but this time, when I get to the top, I wrap my lips around the glistening, pink bulb of his head and start to suck. As I swirl my tongue over his tip inside my mouth, he leaks even more of his salty precum.

  “Shit, I didn’t know you had such a talented little mouth,” he says. “Are you sure this is your first time sucking a cock?”

  I pull my lips off him with a wet sma
ck and nod.

  “I promise, Daddy.”

  “Well, you’re just a natural, baby girl.”

  “Your cock brings out the best in me,” I tease.

  Cason grins and twines his fingers through my hair, clutching a big fistful that prickles my scalp with tightness. He guides my face forward, and I take him deeper into my mouth. His hand is coaxing me, pushing me just out of my comfort zone, so that I take more and more of his huge dick with each bob of my head.

  I’ve heard my girlfriends talk about giving blowjobs before, and I’ve read my fair share of Cosmo articles, but nothing could have prepared me for this. Cason’s thick penis is hard and warm and smooth in my mouth.

  “God, your cock is so yummy,” I gasp, pulling off of him for a moment to catch my breath before diving back in for more.

  After a few pumps, I really find my rhythm, bobbing my head while I stroke and twist his base with my saliva lubricated hand. The more I suck him, the harder his penis seems to become, and I can feel him starting to twitch and pulse.

  Suddenly Cason’s fist yanks my hair, pulling my head back. I gasp wildly as thick strings of spit droop from my gaping mouth to his shiny erection.

  “Fuck, angel. Any more of that, and I’m liable to blow right in your pretty little mouth.”

  “Yes please,” I chirp.

  But Cason just chuckles and shakes his head. He stands up, and his big fist wrapped in my hair pulls me to my feet as well. We are standing face to face now, and his big, juicy cock is poking me right in my belly. Without loosening his grip on my hair, he leans down and claims my mouth—the very mouth that was filled with his meat only moments before—in the deepest, wettest kiss I’ve ever known. When he pulls back, he sucks my pouting lower lip, stretching it until it snaps back.

  “Sorry, princess, but I’m not gonna waste my load down your throat. At least not this time.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, as my fingers find his shaft and begin stroking him again.

  “I mean I’m gonna put my seed right where it belongs—deep inside your little virgin pussy.”

  My legs wobble and desire pulses between my thighs so strongly that I feel like I almost pass out.