Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  The next morning over breakfast Frank was all apologetic. "I'm so sorry about last night. I was just overcome with your beauty and I couldn't help myself. It will never happen again, I promise. Please forgive me."

  Amanda thought, he does sound sincere, so she said, "I forgive you, just make sure it never happens again."

  They had a good day at the trade show. Amanda enjoyed talking to prospective customers and showing off her product knowledge. Frank could feel the morning tension drain away and she even laughed at his jokes. Over dinner that night he complemented her more. "I have been doing these trade shows for 4 years and this is the best sales day we have ever had. I owe it all to you Amanda, you were a wonderful help with your grace and charm."

  Amanda liked what she was hearing but she still didn't trust Frank. Back in their room Amanda said she was tired so she was going to bed early. She went into the bedroom, locking the door and changed into her nightie.

  Shortly afterwards Frank said, "Amanda, Masterpiece Theatre comes on TV in a few minutes. You were telling me on the plane that it's your favorite show. Come and watch it with me."

  Amanda came out after putting a robe over her nightie. "OK but no funny stuff." She sat beside Frank on the sofa. A few minutes later Frank put his arm around her shoulders and when she didn't object he started kissing the side of her face and flicking his tongue in her ear. Then he started giving her neck little love bites.

  "Frank, quit it; I'm trying to watch TV." He waited a couple minutes and then slid his hand from her shoulder, under her robe to massage her breast and pinch her nipple a little bit. He could feel her nipple instantly get hard. She even seemed to be pushing her breast into his hand a little bit.

  "Frank, leave me alone." His hand left her breasts and slowly made its way down to her nightie covered pussy and massaged her. He could tell her legs opened just a little bit making it easier for him to slip his hand under her nightie and finger her bare pussy.

  "Stop it right now or I'm going to tell my husband what you are trying to do and he will be very upset with you." Frank used first one finger, and then two to finger fuck her. She might be saying stop it but her hips were jerking against his hand and her pussy was very wet.

  "If you don't stop..." Frank cut her off with a kiss and gently pushed her back on the sofa. Again he slid easily into her. She was so wet that it seamed like she had already had an orgasm. This time he did it fast and hard and she was moaning a little. He would pull out completely and tickle her clit with the head of his cock and then ram it back in hard. She was twisting and bucking and squeezing his cock each time he withdrew. He thought that after blowing his load in her last night he could last a little longer tonight but this was an incredible fuck and he came deep in her pussy much sooner than he wanted.

  "Get off me you pervert. Now that you have satisfied your disgusting lust on my innocent body, I'm going to bed."

  The next morning she didn't meet him for breakfast and was cool toward him all morning. By the afternoon she was warming up to him, having Frank join a discussion she was having with a customer or even asking his opinion on occasion. The trade show closed at 6pm and they had dinner with champagne to celebrate. This was the most sales Frank had ever made at a trade show.

  "Amanda, you were fantastic. How you could be sexy, friendly and still make the sale, I don't know but you did it. I thought I was a good salesman but you beat me easily. Maybe the guys were hoping that if they gave you a big order they could get a date with you. I loved that dress you wore that showed a lot of your legs. I was there to answer any questions but customers ignored me to wait for you. You made this the best trade show ever. Thank you Amanda."

  She blushed a little but Frank could see that she was pleased with his complements and agreed to celebrate with him. After dinner they went to a dance club and Frank enjoyed dancing with her and holding her close. When she said it's time to leave, Frank made no objections. Back in their room Amanda said, "If you want to use the bathroom, do it now because I'm locking the door and going to bed."

  Frank undressed down to his boxer shorts, and was going to watch TV for a little while, when he realized that he had not heard the lock on the bedroom door. He got up, tried the door and it opened, so he walked in.

  "Frank, how did you get in here? Never mind, just leave now."

  "The door was unlocked and I'm tired of sleeping on the sofa. I want to sleep with you," Frank said as he slipped under the covers of her bed

  "No you're not, just go away."

  "But I ache for your hot juicy pussy."

  "Ache all you want but I'm going to sleep and don't you dare touch me," she said turning her back to Frank. He had a raging hard on and there was no way he could get into her pussy from this angle so he put saliva on his cock and humped her between her thighs. Hunching down a little more he was able to brush her pussy with his cock even though he had no chance of getting it in her, but he could feel her ass push back a little toward him.

  "Leave me alone you sex maniac, I told you I'm going to sleep." Frank held her close, massaging her breasts with one hand and humping her with his cock even though he had no chance of getting it in her. He was able to brush her pussy lips with his cock and he could feel her getting wet and little involuntary push backs with her bum against him.

  "My husband is going to be so mad when I tell him what you are doing." This was getting frustrating for Frank. He could feel her pussy rubbing against his cock but he couldn't get it in, so grabbing her by the shoulder he forced her to roll over on her back. She tried to resist him but he was to strong for her. Now he had access to her pussy so he got on top of her and teased her a little by only putting an inch or two in her pussy. She lifted her hips and grabbing his ass she forced him deep in her pussy.

  "Get your cock out of me you bastard. I hate you." It was like as long as she was forced to fuck him, she enjoyed it immensely because her husband or anyone else couldn't call her a slut because she did everything she could to stop him fucking her. Now he did several quick thrusts and then pushed in deep and held it there. He could hear her moan and feel her pussy squeeze his cock. He did this several times feeling her orgasm build and then she dug her nails in his ass and humping up against him she had her orgasm.

  "I hope you're satisfied because I'm going to sleep."

  The next morning she did not appear to be mad at him. She even smiled a couple times as they packed their clothes and headed for the airport. On the plane Frank said, "I had a wonderful time and you are a great salesperson. Our next trade show is in Vegas 4 months from now, and I want you to go with me."

  "Why, so you can just fuck me again?"

  "That's the most important reason, but I also like your company."

  "OK, I'll go with you," she said with a giggle.

  The End.

  How Not To Embellish A Resume

  The senior executives of Sabre Corps sat patiently as the next interviewee entered. After Donald Donaldson took over the company two years previous, Sabre Corps had gone from being the runt of the weapons manufacturing business to being the go-to company of the US Military. Such massive expansion of course required a pretty dramatic increase in personnel and for this reason, Zoe Shepherd was now sat across from Donald and his two associates ready to interview for the position of PR Representative.

  "So Miss Shepherd," began Donald, "What brings you to Sabre Corps?"

  Zoe had been preparing for this interview for weeks. She had studied the company's history, who was in charge of what and pretty much anything that the internet or business journals had to say about the company. She had worked in PR her entire career and with the salary Sabre was offering, she would have to have been mad not to apply.

  "Well sir, I will admit I did a lot of research on this company before applying for this position and I couldn't help but be impressed. The way you have turned this company around in just a couple of years is nothing short of miraculous and is something I definitely want to be a part of in the fut
ure."

  "That's good to hear, I respect a person who is willing to put in the work to really research what kind of place they will be working in. With the salaries we offer, two many applicants are here solely for the wage and with little care about the product. I know weapons manufacturing isn't exactly the most family friendly industry going but we still like to think we stand for something at least."

  "I agree sir, and I am more than willing to commit myself to Sabre Corps one hundred and ten percent."

  "Please," smiled Donald, "Call me Donald, we're not in high school here."

  "Okay sorry, Donald."

  "Better. Now you've already passed the first three rounds of interviews as well as the blood test in order to get this far so there's not really much need to talk about your qualifications and how well you can or cannot do the job as we already know you are an exceptional candidate. The purpose of this final interview is to try to discover whether hold the true values of a Sabre Corps employee."

  "I really believe I do Donald." replied Zoe sincerely.

  "I hope you do too Zoe, my first impressions are that you seem like exactly the sort of person we want working for us. Now have you completed the final application form."

  "Yes I have it right here." Zoe passed Donald her fifteen page application form, all filled in and signed in bright red ink.

  "Thank you Zoe. Now I want to warn you that the one thing we at Sabre Corps cherish above anything else is honesty. Deceit and dishonesty of any kind will not be tolerated within these walls. Do you understand?"

  "Yes absolutely."

  "And with that in mind is there anything you wish to alter or erase before we look over your application or can you confirm that everything written on these pages is the real you?"

  Like any other job applicant when faced with a job application form to fill in, Zoe had of course embellished a little here and exaggerated a tiny bit there, but she didn't feel anything she had written was dishonest. Thus she replied accordingly:

  "It's all me, I don't wish to make any changes."

  "Great." replied Donald as he began to flick through Zoe's form, "So let's get down to business, It says here that you grew up in Ozark, Missouri. What was it like growing up there?"

  "I enjoyed it, I mean, my family moved here to New York when I was still quite young, but I still remember enjoying Missouri life back then. I'd love to go back again one day and see if I remember anything."

  "I bet it would seem like a completely different country after so long in New York." chimed in Harry Harrison, finally breaking the silence of the two men sitting either side of Donald. "And speaking of other countries it says here that you taught English in Korea for two years, odi il haessossoyo?"

  "Sorry what was that?"

  "It was Korean, I thought you spoke it?"

  "I do... well I used to. I've forgotten a lot in the last ten years."

  "But you wrote that your Korean level was intermediate."

  "It is, err was. I still know the basics, it wouldn't take too long to pick it up again if needed I'm sure."

  "So you lied to us about your true level?" asked Donald, taking control of the interview once more.

  "I didn't lie, I just didn't realise I had forgotten so much."

  "Very well, we all make mistakes so I will allow you this one slip up."

  "Thank you"

  "I will have to erase the claim from your application though I'm afraid and seeing as time is precious here I think it's best we assume you were equally inaccurate about your French and Russian abilities also."

  Before Zoe could defend herself, Donald drew a line through all Zoe had written in the 'Foreign Languages Spoken' section and in an instant four years of degree level Russian as well as ten years of French study left her head forever. Zoe didn't mind much though, she knew she had never been any good at languages, it was silly to try and get away with it. Only an idiot would claim to be fluent in Russian when in reality they didn't know even know the Russian word for vodka. She just hoped she hadn't made any other outlandish claims in her application.

  "Zoe," began Peter Pieterson, third man of the trio, "I see here that you are quite the musician, concert trained pianist, Grade Eight standard at both violin and clarinet. It's all very impressive."

  "Thank you, I have always had a love for music and when I was young I just wanted to learn how to play as many different instruments as possible,"

  "That's very commendable of you, too many people today are content just to listen to all this hip hop nonsense on the radio. There is not enough love for real music."

  "I couldn't agree more."

  "In fact I myself back in the day played a bit of violin. Not to your level of course, but I like to think I was quite competent. Tell me though, what was the Grade Eight exam like?"

  "Well to be honest, I never actually took the Grade Eight exam in violin. I passed the first seven with distinction and my tutor told me that I was easily at grade eight level, but my family couldn't afford the lessons anymore."

  Peter's expression darkened somewhat at this revelation. "So you are not actually a grade eight violinist?"

  "Well not on paper no, but like I said my ability level was easily good enough to..."

  "We've heard enough for the moment thank you," interrupted Donald abruptly.

  Zoe said nothing as she watched Donald cross out line after line of her application. In a mere moment, years of musical prowess was wiped clear from her mind and replaced with a basic knowledge of the triangle. Once more Zoe's only real thought on the matter was why she had been stupid enough to try and get away with claiming to know all those instruments. She felt ashamed and embarrassed and hoped that her silliness had not ruined her job prospects entirely.

  "I'm really sorry for misleading you. Honest I am."

  "That's not the point Zoe," replied Donald, "We think of this company as a family and lies and deceit have no place within a family. Really I should throw you out of this interview room right now."

  "Please, don't!" cried out Zoe in desperation. "I really want this job and I'll do anything to prove to you that you can trust me. Anything."

  Donald sighed, "I want to believe you, but right now it's hard to believe anything you have written here. I don't even know if I can one hundred percent believe you are American anymore."

  "Well my Grandmother was Japanese." replied Zoe in a half-hearted attempt at a joke.

  Donald went positively apoplectic, "WHAT! You mean to say you even lied about where you were from. Does honesty mean nothing to you?"

  "No no, it was a joke, I didn't mean it."

  Zoe tried to explain her comment was a joke but it fell on deaf ears. Donald was already crossing out and rewriting more of her application. When it was over, she wasn't Zoe from Missouri anymore, she was Saori from Osaka. She sat across from the three men feeling devastated about what had just happened. How could she have even thought about trying to hide her nationality? With the exception of her bleached blonde hair, she was as stereotypically Japanese as a girl could be right down to wearing a schoolgirl's outfit to a job interview.

  Donald looked over at Saori with a look of disappointment on his face that pierced right through her.

  "I'm sorry Saori, but you are just not the kind of girl we are looking for at Sabre Corps. We need somebody we can trust but it's hard to believe a single word you say."

  Saori was now in tears, "I'm so sorry, I don't know why I lied so much to you, I really want to be an honest person. Can't I have one more chance?"

  "You've already had three chances and let us down each time. I can't give you a fourth, not for a position as important as..." Donald paused for a second, as if hit by a brainwave. "Actually, maybe there is a way you can work for us. We have one department here that you may be perfect for and where your lack of moral fibre will not be such a big issue."

  "What is it?"

  "It's in our 'Staff Entertainment and Stress Relief Division. It's an all-female department aimed to bo
ost company morale as well as relieving sexual frustration within the workplace. Their job is solely to try and look as sexy as possible for the male employees as well as agreeing to perform any sexual act that may be asked of them."

  Saori couldn't believe what she had just heard. "You're kidding right? This is some sort of joke. Why would I agree to a job description like that?"

  Donald smiled at her, "You don't have to agree to it, you've already got the job. Congratulations."

  "What the hell do you mean congratulations? There's no way I would take a job like this. I should sue the living hell out of you for even suggesting it. I'm sorry we wasted each other's time today."

  Her point made, Saori got up to leave the interview room.

  "The door's locked by the way; we don't want you leaving just yet. Oh and the room is sound-proofed so any screaming you may feel like doing is only going to be heard by us."

  "What are you going to do, kill me? Because that's the only way to stop me from calling the police the second I get out of here if you don't let me go right now!" "Relax Saori, we're not going to hurt you. And you won't be calling the police either. In fact by the time that door is unlocked, you will be the newest member of our company."

  "There's no way that will ever happen,"

  "Au contraire my dear." replied Donald, "We can make you anything we want you to be, anything written in a blood contract is binding."

  "A what? You're mad."

  "Oh really?" smiled Donald, beginning to write as he spoke, "So if I was to write something like, 'Breast size: 38DD, ultra sensitive. Always wants to show them off whenever she can and loves it when horny men try to cop a feel.' it wouldn't have any affect."

  "Of course not." insisted Saori. "I've always had breasts this size. Are you saying you've never seen an Asian girl with tits like these?" Saori removed her top, proudly showing off her new melons to her appreciative audience. "I hate to disappoint you, but not every big breasted girl is a slut."