Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  Thus she began to ride.

  Soon Isabelle began to choke as Aliza's thumping sex cut off all air from her lungs. Her eyes panicked wildly and bulged. Her whole body started to spasm, her legs kicking furiously in the air. It was obvious how this gave Aliza the ultimate pleasure of a dedicated sadist.

  Suddenly I saw how my wife's body stiffened. She gave a high pitched cry, and erupted in a most spectacular orgasm, falling forward and humping her hips all over Isabelle's squashed face. It took a while before those wildly fucking movements of her loins calmed down on poor Isabelle's choking face.

  At last Aliza let a great shudder ripple through her whole body and exhausted she rolled off her twitching prey.

  Slowly Isabelle regained herself, coughing convulsively and gulping for air. But now I could not anymore restrain myself. I pushed Aliza's drained body further aside, spread Isabelle's by now unresisting thighs, and sank my haunches in between. I entered her without any form of consideration, brutally pushing my furious lance all the way into her. She arched below me like a vibrant bridge, and I fucked her wildly, locking her in an iron embrace, my nails breaking the skin of her back, my teeth biting into her throat. Soon she wrapped her legs around me, locking my loins tightly. And thus we began to dance together until we both exploded in a screaming climax, in which I spurted her twisting funnel full with jets and jets of cum.

  ***

  I woke in the arms of Aliza, the love of my life, just as we had all fallen asleep next to Isabelle's luke warm body. And Isabelle immediately surfaced into wakefulness too. Right away she panicked as she discovered that she was still firmly leashed by her wrists. Fearful she twisted her body as far away from us as possible. But Aliza, now brutally wakened from her sleep as well, gripped her by her hair and held her down. Isabelle fell back crying: "Nooo...! Please... nooo... not again...! Let me go... please...! But Aliza held on firmly and silenced her by forcing a smothering kiss on her mouth.

  Getting up on my knees, I looked down upon the sight of this helpless woman in our bed, this heavenly gift for our weird sexual tastes. There were many bite marks on her breasts, throat and face, and her delicate skin was lined with purple stripes left there by our clawing nails. And that cigarette too had left its traces.

  Aliza and I waited patiently, watching with fascination how Isabelle gradually seemed to give up her resistance, at least momentarily. Slowly Aliza began to kiss her again, first on her throat and then on her breasts. But Isabelle seemed not to enjoy it. In stead she looked up at me with desperation and whispered, "Please, Alex, please let me go... Stop her... I want to leave... please..." It was obvious that yesterday's alcohol had worn off, and that she was shocked by the realization of the situation she found herself in.

  "Don't worry, Isabelle, we'll let you go." I answered, "but I think that first you should calm down a little. Take a shower. And we'll have a little breakfast. Then you're free to go."

  Aliza, releasing Isabelle's hair, seemed to agree. "Well, I at least am going to shower," she said, stepping out of bed. "Hold her Alex," she added, "make sure she'll stay for breakfast." I pressed the girl back into the mattress, taking away any hope of a quick escape. Isabelle finally gave up her defiance, She let herself be clasped, keeping her eyes closed, without speaking, her body obediently passive.

  Aliza disappeared into the bathroom.

  When she reappeared, nude and radiant like a juicy young girl, I let go of Isabelle. "If you promise to stay for breakfast," I said, "I'll release you." She nodded silently. Carefully I untied her, and for a while she let me massage her wrists. Then I led her towards the bathroom, saying: "Now take a shower. It'll make you feel better."

  She followed meekly. I stepped in with her and soaped her so beautifully ravaged body all over. She gave no indication of any kind of resistance when I pored shampoo over her hair, just firmly closed her eyes to keep the soap out. It was quite exciting actually to wash that tempting female body in my hands. My maleness returned to full bloom and soon stood rather threatening between the two of us under the poring hot water.

  "Why don't you get down on your knees Isabelle," I said, as I directed the shower head into her face and her soapy hair. But she did not. In stead she opened her eyes. Seeing my standing member her eyes suddenly widened in fear. "Please..." she whispered, "Please no..." But I had become too aroused and pushed her down with force until she sank to my feet, her hair soaking under the full spray of the shower.

  "Eat it!" I commanded, "take it into your mouth! Pleasure me!"

  She began to cry and shook her wet head wildly, trying to push me away from her. So I slapped her face twice and grabbed her jaw. With some effort I forced her mouth open and shoved my flesh in, holding her head steady by her hair and neck. She gagged, not only because her mouth filled up to her throat, but also because of the water streaming so abundantly over her face.

  "Suck it!"

  I thoroughly enjoyed how she closed her lips around it and began to milk me. It did not last long. Soon, much too soon, I came with long bursts of cum. "Swallow it," I said after I had retracted my member from her. To my surprise she did, her tears of shame mixing with the showering water.

  ***

  Later, at the breakfast table in the kitchen, nobody spoke. Isabelle, obviously waiting to be allowed to leave, did not dare to look us in the eyes. It was a rather awkward situation. Aliza and I, we could almost feel it physically.

  The three of us drank our orange juice in silence.

  "I'm sorry...," Isabelle finally spoke.

  Silence...

  "I Should never have stayed with you."

  Silence...

  "Please forgive me... I don't know what came over me yesterday evening."

  Silence...

  "Maybe it was the alcohol..." she added hesitatingly.

  Nobody answered. Aliza and I just sipped our coffee.

  Finally it was Aliza who spoke. "Cheer up Isabelle... You shouldn't feel bad." She put some fresh toast on Isabelle's plate. "Alex and I enjoyed you intensely. We didn't have such good sex for a long time. And I have this hunch that, whatever you may feel today, last night you loved being our fucktoy. I certainly noticed how nicely your body orgasmed, and how sweetly you fell asleep next to us immediately afterwards."

  Obviously those frank words greatly embarrassed Isabelle. She blushed fiercely, kept her eyes down and did not answer.

  "Thinking of your husband?" I guessed.

  Isabelle nodded.

  Aliza briefly hesitated but then said: "You never liked it when he beat you up, didn't you?" It sounded almost like a statement in stead of a question.

  Isabelle reacted confused and suddenly became very emotional, close to tears. Aliza, sensing she had touched a raw nerve, put a consoling hand on her shoulder. But as if stung by a wasp Isabelle jumped off her chair and made for the door. There was a loud bang when the front door was smashed closed.

  We were left in silence.

  "I think we went too far," I finally said, "she's probably not able to walk the distinguishing line between being a beaten wife and a pleasured masochist, that is, not as easily as we thought."

  "As we hoped," Aliza corrected me. "You feel sorry?"

  "Not really, but a bit guilty. But at least we enjoyed ourselves."

  "Yes we did...." Aliza gave a sad smile. "But I'm afraid it was too much to handle for her. Did you really have to fuck her again in the shower?"

  "I couldn't stop myself."

  Aliza laughed. "Well," she said, "Anyway, she won't be back. That's for sure. She might have let her masochistic feelings surface because she was loosened up from her drinks. But once sober, we may have appeared to her as siding with her husband. At least that's how it looks to me."

  ***

  It seemed Aliza was right. During the following weeks we did not hear from Isabelle. It appeared that she had sold the farm and we heard that she was separating officially from her husband, moved out of town and was doing well on her own.

&n
bsp; But Aliza was wrong.

  Late one evening she suddenly showed up again at our doorstep. And this time she was not at all in tears. In stead she looked flourishing and as beautiful as ever.

  But her pretty face showed a somewhat uncertain smile.

  For a long time all three of us stared at each other in silence. Then, without saying a thing, Isabelle lowered her eyes and began to blush.

  Aliza reacted appropriately. "Come on in Isabelle dear," she said kindly, and she moved back to let her inside. "It looks like you are feeling a lot better. Am I right?"

  Isabelle nodded. Still blushing she smiled again, apparently relieved and thankful. Then she stepped forward.

  I drew her to me and kissed her. She did not resist and there was no trace of alcohol on her breath.

  "Give me your coat," Aliza said.

  Without speaking Isabelle handed it over.

  I took her hand and we led her upstairs into our bedroom. There we undressed her, bound her wrists over her delicate head, and hung her delicious body from a beam in the ceiling, her arms stretched high, her young breasts flattened against her delicate rib case, her ripe nipples hardening to our touch. The traces from our abuse had disappeared and she had made herself completely bald between her legs

  As we undressed ourselves in front of her, a shiny clear drop of moisture appeared at that beautiful cleft of hers. Thus she hung for us, defenselessly open for grabs....

  She bravely tried to laugh all through the process.

  Until Aliza removed the belt from her jeans on the floor and wrapped its end around her hand.

  Then she screamed.

  The End.

  Library

  Alex had been walking around the town for most part of the morning, just enjoying the weather and the accompanying Scottish scenery. Feeling tired and looking for some alternative, he was delighted to see the town library ahead. He always enjoyed sitting down and reading, science fiction and mysteries in particular and if they were books with collection of stories, he could sit down and read for quite a while before he did anything else. Taking a break from sightseeing, he walked into the library. Wandering around through the stacks of books, he noticed someone sitting at one of the desks with a laptop and moved towards her. As he stood beside her, he noticed her flaming hair, blue jeans, and a white tie up top, with some kind of intriguing pattern on it. He wasn't paying much attention to any of those because he was much more interested in the rise and fall of the curve of her breasts as she moved while typing.

  She noticed someone beside her and looked towards him, he sat beside her and asked what she was doing.

  "Writing", she said, smiling her dark green eyes. She found him to be a little older with locks of brown and grey hair, brown eyes and wearing beige pants with a black shirt.

  "What are you writing?" he asked moving closer looking at her screen.

  "I have a blog where I write erotic stories. I post new stories almost every day."

  "Erotic stories, hmm?"

  "Yes. Here's my blog."

  She clicked open a browser window and a small picture of her in a sheer white dress popped up, and after a few more clicks a bunch of erotic photos and series of stories followed. As she scrolled down, he read the titles, "Elevator - Chapter 2", "The Cowboy and the Lady", "Blind Date".

  "Interesting ", he said. "Where do you get your ideas?"

  "Some are real, and some are made up, but I'm not going into detail", she smiled again.

  "I'm Alex", he said holding out his right hand.

  "Kat", she replied, taking his, and resting hers in it. He gripped her hand firmly, and shook, looking into her eyes. She could feel his gaze piercing her.

  "You look like you've been working up a sweat", she commented.

  "I decided to have a break from sightseeing, but couldn't realize earlier that the scenery was going to be just as good in the local library."

  She smiled at him again, letting go of his hand, her face reddening slightly. He wasn't the most handsome man in the world, but she felt warmth emanating from him. He moved a little closer and asked "What else do you do, besides writing?"

  She found herself opening up to him, talking about her college, her boring lecturers and her job at the museum. In turn, he smiled and discussed about his job as a being professor back home "giving out boring lectures", his love of travel, and details about some of the places he had been, or had yet to go. Almost an hour passed as they sat in the corner of the library and it felt comfortable. She asked him if he wanted to read one of her stories, and when he nodded, she opened one of her favourite stories for him and moved her laptop over. He became engrossed in it, scrolling down page by page slowly. He found himself shifting a bit when he came to the naughtier bits. When he finished it, she could see that his breathing was a little harder.

  "Did you like it?" she asked.

  "Very much so", he answered looking into her eyes again. "You know, this place doesn't seem too busy for a library."

  "Most people are outside somewhere, not sitting on computers in a library", she answered.

  "They don't know what they are missing", he responded, moving his hand over, touching hers lightly, tracing his finger up her bare arm. As she turned to him he moved his hands to hold her face giving her a kiss, his lips lightly brushing hers. "Cherry flavoured?" he asked.

  "Hmm", she replied, wrapping her hands around him, pulling him to her, kissing him hard and her hands roaming across his back. He moved his hands around her back too, pressing her to him and felt her breasts against him and her nipples hard as they brushed against the dual fabric of her top and his shirt. She let out a low moan. Still kissing her, his hand moved down between her legs, slowly tracing the space between her legs through her jeans. She shifted her legs, opening them up, giving him more room as he continued pushing his palm against her, cupping her sex, and rubbing her slowly through her jeans.

  She arched her back into his hand,

  "Mmmm... that feels wonderful", she said. She couldn't believe what she was doing in the middle of the day, none the less with a man who she had just met. As he was touching her through her jeans, she was getting wetter and she was more turned on just by thinking about what was happening.

  "Someone could see," she said in a breathless voice, trailing her hand up his leg.

  "Let them," he replied, unzipping her jeans and plunging his hand down them. She wore white lace briefs; "classy girl", he thought, cupping her through the lace, before sliding his hand under into her dripping hot cunt.

  "Mmmm...ohhh yes Alex," she moaned unzipping his jeans to repay the favour. She took him in her hand. He was already hot and hard. She started stroking him slowly, running her thumb over the tip, and spreading his pre-cum.

  "Oh... Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

  He slid a finger inside her, causing her to buck on his hand.

  "God you're so tight," he whispered bending to her ear and biting it turning her on even more.

  "Mmm yes I am," she said her eyes now closed.

  "Would you like another finger?" he said not giving her a chance to respond before shoving another finger in her.

  "Ahhh..."

  He stopped her screams with his hand over her mouth and she started stroking him faster than before.

  Her pussy was gushing now. She was close and he could feel her walls clenching around his fingers.

  "Let's add another shall we," he said hand still on her mouth, looking in her eyes. She shook her head no, but he wasn't listening; he was in charge now.

  Shoving another finger in her, he saw her eyes widen. She bit his palm, but then her eyes closed and her face glowed in ecstasy.

  "You like that don't you," he said thrusting his fingers in and out of her. "Tell me," he said taking his hand away.

  "Yes, don't stop...ohhh, please don't stop," she cried out.

  "Shh, I won't stop but you have to be quiet, we don't want to draw a crowd now, do we?" He said thinking about it, "Or do you? Is tha
t what you want, someone to see me playing with your wet pussy? Someone to witness you cumming all over my hand, while I fuck you with my fingers, is that what you want you dirty little slut?"

  His words were turning her on more and more and she had to let go off him to hold onto the desk. "Oh God Alex make me cum please" she whispered.

  He twisted his wrist inside her, then pulled out and shoved all three fingers deep inside then rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  "Oh Fu..." he covered her mouth again, watched her eyes roll back in bliss. "That's right Kat let go."

  "Mmppphhh" was all he could hear as his hand was smothering her cries. He was still playing with her clit, wriggling his fingers inside.

  Kat had never felt such an orgasm. He wasn't stopping yet and her heart was racing. "I could die," was her last thought before another wave hit her.

  When she stopped bucking against his hand he pulled his fingers out and looking into her eyes, he licked them.

  "Mmm you taste exotic," he said smiling.

  Kat looked down and saw his dick still out of his pants and more swollen than before. She took him in her hand and started stroking him slowly. She bent over and took the tip of him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip and bent over further licking him from the tip to balls. She then took him to the back of her throat.

  "Oh yes Kat suck me," he said holding her head down to his lap as his ecstasy started to build up.

  Kat started sucking him faster and faster.

  "Oh. Fuck yes," he said feeling himself close soon. "God you're amazing," he said, wondering if anyone had ever felt this good going down on him.

  "You've sucked lots of cocks, haven't you slut!" He said pushing her head further down. He felt her gag and pulled back, but she didn't stop and her hand started playing with his balls.

  "I'm close baby... do you swallow?"

  She shook her head no. He grabbed her hair twisted it around his hand.

  "I'm cumming...argh," she went to pull back but he kept her there "Swallow Kat, swallow my cum"

  She didn't have a choice. He tasted salty, creamy, and hot and she swallowed till the only thing left in her mouth was his cock.