Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  The images and sensations were getting to be too much for him, and John felt the cum boiling up in his balls. He thrust his hips forward a few more times and then buried himself as deep inside her as possible, as he felt the first blasts of his orgasm release inside her womb. John kept thrusting through his orgasm, emptying his balls into June's sopping wet cunt.

  June kept fucking herself on his softening cock, and he knew she was close to cumming too. She let out a small moan of disappointment when his flaccid cock slipped out of her cunt, but her eyes regained their sparkle when she saw him stand up and start remove his shirt and tie, kicking off his pants, so he was now totally naked.

  She sat up as he reached down, so he could push her blouse and bra off her shoulders and down over her arms. She leaned back and lifted her hips and allowed him to slide off the short skirt, leaving her now naked as well.

  "Why are you here?" he asked, which sounded like a pretty crazy question given what had just done.

  "I forgot my gym bag, and my cell phone is in there," she replied, "and I couldn't think of being without it all weekend."

  "I'm glad you came back for it" he said, as he sank to his knees in front of her, pushing his face into her cunt, now dripping with a combination of their juices. His tongue quickly found her clit and started alternating between flicking over it and rubbing it. June moaned again and brought her hands up to her aching nipples and started tugging and squeezing them.

  John brought his thumb up and started rubbing it over her clit, as his tongue ventured down to her sopping gash, where he tasted the combination of his cum, her pussy juice, and just a hint of her pee. June's hips had now started to thrust on his face, and her breathing was becoming more rapid.

  John knew she was close, so he pushed her thighs up off the couch, forcing her knees to fold into her chest. This exposed the rounded globes of her sweet white ass, and the puckered star of her asshole. While his thumb continued its assault on her exposed and throbbing clit, John let his tongue slide down to her asshole.

  "OH MY GOD LYNCH!" June yelled from above him, never having had her ass licked before, "you are a deliciously perverted bastard!"

  John responded by stiffening his tongue and starting to fuck her ass with it. The more he rubbed her clit, the closer she got to orgasm, and the more she relaxed her asshole, allowing his tongue to reach further up her anus with each subsequent thrust. Sensing she was close, John brought his hand up to her ass and buried his index finger up to the knuckle in her tight brown hole.

  He felt her clit jump and her ass clamp down on his finger, as the first waves of her orgasm took over her body. She was stretching and pulling her nipples and thrashing her head from side to side, as John kept fingering her asshole and working her clit. Juices were pouring out of her cunt and he could feel her body vibrate and tremble.

  Unable to take anymore, she reached down and pulled his hands from her openings, and drew him up to her, locking her lips on his in another passionate kiss. The feeling of her wet lips on his after watching her body writhe in orgasm had his cock hard and ready, and she felt it bouncing off the cheeks of her ass as they kissed.

  John looked deep into June's eyes again, and there was an unspoken communication and approval. Still kissing passionately, John moved his hips forward and the head of his cock nudged up against her virgin asshole, which was wet with her juices and the tongue lashing that John just provided. June closed her eyes and pressed her hips down just a bit, allowing the head of John's cock to pass through the tight ring of her ass.

  John was no porn star, having a very average penis in terms of length and girth, but to June it felt like her ass was stretched over a baseball bat. They stayed like this for several minutes until June's breathing returned to normal and her body acclimated to the pressure in her behind.

  John thrust forward again, moving in about half of his 6 inch shaft, and June squealed in a combination of pain and pleasure. She moved her hands down to the union of their bodies and felt the shaft of the cock that impaled her ass. She grabbed it and urged him forward until he was fully buried to the hilt in her tight anal cavity.

  Her hands moved up to her cunt and she started fingering her clit. John leaned forward and started sucking and nibbling at her sensitive nipples as he started bucking himself in and out of her ass, drawing himself back until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then pushing forward slowly until he was completely engulfed between the sweet white ass cheeks.

  As June rubbed her clit faster, John increased the pace of his trusts, and soon his balls were slapping off the cheeks of her ass, filling the bathroom and empty hall with the echoing sounds of their fucking.

  "Oh shit. Oh Fuck. Don't stop, DON'T STOP" June started gasping in between panting and moaning.

  "FUCK ME. FUCK MY ASS YOU PERVERTED BASTARD" she yelled, and John could feel the vibrations course through her body as she was cumming again.

  This put him over the edge and with a few more thrusts emptied his balls deep within her ass. He collapsed on top of her and let his cock fall out of her ass with a pop. The both looked down to see the cum dripping out of her stretched asshole and down over the love seat.

  "Look at the mess you made here Lynch", she said, with the sparkle in her eyes and the mock disdain in her voice.

  "Let me clean that up for you Miss Lazlo," he replied, and took a slow, long lick from her asshole up over her cunt, flicking his tongue over her clit before withdrawing it back into his mouth, savoring the flavor of her ass, his cum, and their sex.

  "You sick bastard" she said, as her body shook with one last tremor from feeling his tongue on her ass and clit. "I gotta get going before my husband gets worried about me" she said, snapping them both back to the reality of their lives.

  She pulled her skirt back on, and packed her little tits back into the lacy bra, before covering them up with the sheer green shirt. John was pulling his pants up, not bothering to tuck in the tails of his dress shirt, and stuffing the tie into his pocket.

  "That was great," she said, "but you know we can never do this again." He knew that was she was right, but couldn't help but feel sad hearing her say those words out loud.

  She picked up her gym back and gave him another quick wet kiss, before turning to leave the bathroom.

  "Wait" he called to her, and she spun around, her skirt twirling up to reveal her wet pubic hair, matted with the drying combination of their cum.

  "You forgot these" he said, holding up the damp white panties with the red cherry design.

  "You keep 'em, Lynch," she said with a wink, flipping up the back of her skirt to give him one last look at her naked ass, "you're gonna need 'em, you sick perverted bastard!"

  John held them to his nose and took another long, slow sniff, and knew she spoke the truth.

  The End.

  Faux Control

  We'd set it up in advance...and had talked about it for months and months leading up to it. We had fashioned out the specifics, but she didn't know exactly which night of her three night hotel stay that I would be inside her room, waiting for her in the dark. I had a phrase to say, to let her know it was me when I forced myself on her, and even before she walked in I was tense with sexual anticipation.

  I spent my hour of time before she came in moving the two small rooms around slightly, rearranging chairs so that if she ended up being thrown there would be a clear path and she wouldn't risk hitting anything breakable. I moved lamps off of tables and took all of the bulbs out, tucking them away inside the mini-fridge to prevent anything serious from being broken. The drapes were half-pulled, and the lights inside were all turned off...the first signal to her that I'd be in the room, and only one of two.

  I spent most of the fifteen minutes of time waiting in the kitchenette area, slowly drinking a beer and keeping myself focused. I had a book, but my mind was far too entrenched in another place to focus on words on a page. Instead...I took care of myself once, quickly, so that the adrenaline and the heat of th
e moment wouldn't overtake me. I wanted this to last...a while. And, from what we'd been discussing...so did she.

  And time passed. As I waited there, clad in dark clothes with a hoodie pulled over my head, I checked the furniture one last time and then heard people walking in the hallways near the room. I slid silently into the kitchenette, so that the door would open and I could be concealed behind it, and I waited.

  A moment passed, silence held itself in the air...

  And then, quietly, the keycard reader on the door chirped its tone of delivery. My "victim" had arrived.

  I waited for the door to open fully, and kept myself motionless behind it. She stepped into the hotel room and turned toward the small closet area, one hand distractedly pushing the door shut as her shoulders lowered, beginning to slide her jacket off her body. I let a second pass for the door to fully shut, and then moved in behind her. One hand seized her jacket by the collar, twisting it and lifting up to pull her arms back and away from her body...and with my other I took her by the neck and pushed her against the wall in the small hallway.

  My body was beside hers, one arm lifting both of hers as they were trapped in the jacket, and the other firm around her neck. My voice was low, and my lips brushed against her ear as I spoke. "You've had this coming a long, long time..." Clue two. I pulled her jacket down, tearing it from her arms as she squirmed against me. I shifted to press my body fully against hers, punning her to the wall and letting her feel my arousal pressing firm against her, and took one of her arms that had been beginning to move to claw at my fingers and pulled it away from her body, splaying her against the wall as my teeth grazed her neck, my lips sucking hungrily at her skin.

  With my body pressing her against the wall my hand around her neck started sliding down her body...over her shoulder and to her side, squeezing one of her firm breasts as it was pressed against the wall, squeezing hard before I turned, throwing her body into the first real room of the hotel room. A sitting room, the couch and table were pushed out to the far walls...and she stumbled as I pushed her, falling to the ground and looking up at me as I started walking after her...my boots fading from a heavy thud from the linoleum of the kitchenette and hallway to a soft thump as I stood over her, pulling the hood off from my head.

  She tried to scramble away from me, rising up on her hands and knees then backing up...I reached down and took her by one ankle, after several misses I finally took her and grabbed firm, then tossed her leg aside, giving myself a good (if brief) view directly up her skirt and throwing her off balance so that I could pin her by sitting with my weight on her behind, pinning her to the carpet in the mostly bare room. Her legs flattened out under my weight and kicked against me, her hands seeking purchase as I reached down, pulling up at her thin shirt.

  I felt it start to give, and pulled harder. She let out a lusty moan as the material gave way under my hands, splitting at the seams as I pulled it against her body with my weight on top of it. She laid there for a moment in surprise, her chest heaving underneath my weight as I took in the sight of her firm body, the cream-colored bra she was wearing blending with her lightly tanned skin and providing an arousing thought as what was hiding under it. I slid up her resisting body, her plea's thick and laden with lusty moans as I did so, until my weight was on the small of her back with my thighs squeezing her upper body.

  Her arms kept reaching for me, trying to get hold...but with the way I was positioned she wasn't able to get good purchase on anything. I, however, given my position was able to reach behind myself...hands reaching blindly to pull at her skirt...fingers fumbling for the zipper blindly. Her hips were writhing underneath me, making it impossible to find the zipper for her skirt. I felt the track of it, but couldn't find the zipper itself, so I stilled her.

  My free hand reached up, caressing the soft skin of her neck for just a brief moment, before my fist found itself wound into her hair, pulling her head back sharply. Her body, the body of an athletic dancer...soft curves with strong muscle underneath it...bowed back and her breath caught at the sensation. With that brief moment, I grabbed a handful of her skirt and pulled it down hard, and with that, it came halfway down past her hips.

  She gasped again, and then twisted. Admittedly, I was quite off balance, and fell to the side in surprise as she tried to once more move away from me into the only other full room...and one with the beds and the large windows. And no other place to go. I let her get through the archway that led to the bedroom, and took a moment to stand and start walking after her, pulling my hoodie off and dropping it onto the couch as I passed. She came up to her feet, looking around the room that was only dimly lit from half-filtered light coming in from outside, and practically panted with anticipation before coming back into "the game" we were playing.

  Earlier, I slid the bed sideways, to open up more room in the middle of the area. All of the nightstands were against the wall and the simple armless chairs were pushed up against the windows, the drapes falling around their low backs. A brief moment to take all of that in, and she looked at me, shaking her head.

  "You're going to have to try a lot harder than that, if you want me...." Her voice was slow, each word measured to try and silence the trembling with arousal that came along with it. Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest heaving. I made it a point to avoid her face, focusing on her breasts as they rose and fell.

  "Doll...I haven't yet begun to try." Simple, a bit playful, but with the serious edge I put into my tone enough to keep her guessing.

  She moved to try and run past me, through the narrow doorway that separated the bedroom from the sitting room, hoping her momentum would make up for her smaller size.

  It didn't. I caught her with one arm around the waist, and with a deep grunt lifted her into the air. I pulled her around close to me, holding her body tight against mine as I started to walk her across the room. She writhed and flailed against me, trying to wriggle free from my grip, but I only squeezer her tighter to my body, pressing the air from her lungs for a brief second as I pushed her onto one of the chairs.

  She landed with legs on either side, sitting and facing the back of the chair...her view going to the city that lay out before and below us...and on my reflection in the glass standing behind her. I pushed closer, my legs straddling the chair behind hers and my body pushing her against it, bending her upper body forward so that she was pressed against the glass. One arm wrapped around the low back of the chair and I took hold, pinning her once more with my weight.

  A moment to lean down to her, my lips brushing against her ear once more, her head tossed back defiantly against me, her breathing more labored, half-formed exasperated words falling to near mute whimpering as I trailed a rough line down the arch of her neck with my mouth, teeth nipping and biting at her shoulder as I sat. Pushing her roughly against the back of the chair, pinning her there with her legs spread, pressing against the soft fabric. My free hand traveled over her bare flesh, gripping and pinning one of her arms between my body and hers, and then the other one in turn so that she was practically helpless.

  She was pinned and may as well have been bound...her arms folded back and my weight capturing her into the chair, pressing her against the thick glass of her moderately high storied room. Most of her upper body was pressed against the cool glass, and my free hand began to travel over it, squeezing between skin and the barrier between us and the fall...groping roughly ay her breasts through the thin material of her bra, and then to the bra itself. My fingers found purchase between it and against her flesh, and I pulled it down, tearing the thin material away from the ribcage support, away from the underwire...leaving a single firm breast and arousal-hardened nipple to press flat to my hand, against the glass.

  Her protests were fading as I pushed against her, as I held her firm breasts tightly in my hand and began to whisper into her ear, my teeth and tongue passing skin lightly enough to make her question how close I really was. "Now this...this is where you start to get uncomfortable..."


  My hand left her chest, with a quickly suppressed moan of regret from her parted full lips, and to her hip, to the skirt that she had straightened previously. Nimble fingers found the zipper this time, and tore is down forcefully...letting the skirt split open and give me another look at the silken panties she had on underneath. Cream colored, like her bra...but thin and sheer...almost invisible against her skin. One sharp pull of the skirt now, and it was dropped behind us on the floor, leaving her there with nothing but her heels, half of her bra, and underwear so thin and sheer had she been standing up I would have been able to see exactly how aroused she was.

  Her body was still pinned solidly against the chair and the glass of the reinforced window, with just the weight of my body and my one arm holding onto the chair. So, since she'd already had the courtesy of undressing to the point she was...I thought it only fair. I wanted to feel more of myself against her, more of my skin pressing to her light tan, her soft flesh. With one hand I pulled my shirt up between us, and during so she started to squirm more forcefully. My hand, the one wrapping around us, and the chair, shot up almost instinctively, arm around the low back of the chair, forearm pressed to her chest, and hand wrapping around her slender neck. I gripped her firmly, enough to know that any further movement on her end would...not go well.

  "Stop it...or things get worse for you." Eight words into her ear and she settled into stubborn stillness. My thumb traced a light line along her chin, ad my palm and fingers squeezed a bit harder...cutting off her breath for a moment and reinforcing my point. She stopped...and with my other hand I pulled my shirt off, pressing my body against hers for the briefest of moments, feeling her heart thumping, and racing in her chest...and then...I lifted.