Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  I stood, pulling her to her feet with my safe grip on her neck. She stood straddling the chair still, my hand sliding from the front of her throat to the back, thumb on one side of her neck and fingers on the other. My free hand pressed against her chest, bending her over the low back of the chair while taking the fasteners of her bra in a quickly forming fist. I pulled back on it sharply, holding her there to the glass so that she couldn't come with it...and as I expected, the fasteners gave, the material fluttering down in its already damaged state to the floor under us. And she stood there, trembling with anticipation as I pushed her forward more, her upper body pressed against the window, her eyes looking back at me lustily, knowing full well that we weren't too high up in the hotel to prevent the curious onlookers from getting a show.

  She had her back arched toward me, the lines of her long legs in her heels was always a welcome sight, but bent as she was, it was devastating to my sense of reason. Her arms splayed out onto the glass, seeking balance to her body, and her head still tossed back in the defiant manner that she possesses, hair spilling over her shoulders and concealing my hand holding her. It was at that point, I'd had enough with playing around.

  I took hold of the last piece of material that concealed her body and pulled it down. The band of the material stretched, but gave and traveled down her thighs far enough for me to do what needed to be done. A moment looking at them and even I was surprised as how aroused she was...her scent filled the air, and my hand moved from her body to my waistband, unbuckling my belt and opening my jeans.

  She watched me from the corners of her eyes, her lips wet with her supple tongue, and she took in a deep breath to voice some thought...to scream...to let out the moan she wanted to...but I stopped her, my hand clenching tightly, fingers pressing into the front of her throat, catching the air in her lungs as I pressed my lower body against hers...my legs taking a wide stance so I was at the right level to press my absolute hardness against her, the head sliding between her thighs, sending a shudder through her body as I did so. My grip relaxed, and I could see the hair on the skin of her arms go stiff, could feel the gooseflesh on her neck, and watched her entire body ripple with the pleasure of the touch.

  I took the briefest of moments, teasing the both of us by sliding the head of my shaft between her lips. We were both panting at the sensation, testing our resolve. Her hips subtly shifted back, trying to guide me inside her as my hand slid down, taking her hip firmly, holding her in place bent there...over the chair, against the window. And, with a moment to make certain that I was right outside her, at the very cusp of slipping inside...I pushed forward...hard.

  She screamed a lusty peal of absolute desire as I did so, and was too quick about it for me to silence her before it happened. The feel of being inside her, after all of the build up that we had just gone through, did a considerably good job distracting me to what I was planning...thankfully, it took her a few moments to center herself as well...and when we both came back to our senses after that initial penetration, we really began to work off of one another.

  She pushed back against me, in a vain attempt to make it seem like she was trying to escape. But, given my position, I held her, and with each of her attempts to quicken the pace I tightened my hand around her neck...enough to make her gasp and be unable to take in air...and each time I would slide back out to chastise her, and wait long moments before going back deep into her, pushing her weight against the window and exposing her to the street below.

  And then, after what seemed like minutes on top of minutes, I held her there...my head splitting her lips, just outside of her...dripping with wetness...feeling her body shudder and writhe on top of me...and I moved back, my hands moving, taking her under her arms, lifting her up and away from the chair, and turning to throw her onto the already unmade bed. I walked toward her after she landed with her legs splayed open and inviting, as she tried to situate herself.

  She sat up quickly, but a hand caressing her cheek and then gripping her hair firmly solved that bit of disobedience...I climbed onto the edge of the bed, separating her legs with a knee sliding between her thighs, and pulled her down onto her back by her hair. Her back arched and she let out a gasp of surprise tinted with pleasure, and I climbed on top of her...spreading her legs fully with mine, shifting to run the length of my hardness against her slit. Her ruby red lips moaned in anticipation, and my mouth went down, teeth capturing the previously unmolested skin of her other breast. She wasn't even fighting back, now...her body to worn by resisting initially and wanting me back inside her too much to pretend.

  So...I gave her what she wanted. My hands pinned hers down above her head so that I could look down at her body underneath me, and I shifted my hips, sliding my length inside her...my own lips parted with a moan that time, the feel of her around me clenching tightly to every inch as it entered her...looking at her eyes, wanton and lustful, seeing her chest heave. I drank her in like a fine wine, giving her a moment of softness, of feeling me gently inside her......before I moved again

  Still inside her I finished crawling onto the bed, sitting on my knees as I moved one of her legs, keeping both of her slender wrists held on one hand. I lifted her leg, turning her onto her side as I put her ankle up onto my shoulder and released her hands...both mine wrapping around that one strong thigh, and I started pushing into her hard...each thrust shifting the bed, making it thump against the wall as we both groaned at the feeling of our lust finally getting release.

  Her hands seized her breasts, squeezing them as her back arched, her body shifting to better take me inside her. One of mine kept hold on her thigh...sliding lower however...so that my palm would press down on her clit as she twisted...as she pushed her hips onto me...and the other slid back, cupping one toned cheek of her ass, squeezing it sharply before pulling back, delivering a slap that most certainly could be heard by anyone in an adjoining room.

  Her lips parted and she threw her head back with a deep groan of satisfaction, the final push taking her over the precipice, as her whole body began to shake with the orgasm. I could feel her around me, her body and muscles clenching down, holding me inside her...and I kept pushing toward her body, my own climax very soon in arriving. I started to focus more on her body, trying to delay the end but too taken in by the sight that was splayed out before me to try and harder than giving it a passing thought.

  Her thighs trembled in my hands, her body shuddered as I grew closer and my breathing became even more labored...she could see the flush of my skin and hear my breathing, and started taunting me...one of her hands pushing one of mine away and her fingers spreading, sliding down against her sex, pressing against her lips and squeezing me with each stroke, her lips silent but her eyes urging me on, pleading...and with that, it didn't take long...I started to shudder as I felt myself release, my breath caught in my throat, my body arched against hers and paused right at the precipice...

  She started to shake again, the feeling of me swelling inside her pushing her back onto the ledge she'd just recovered from, and my body feel forward, the muscles tightening and releasing so strongly I lay myself against her, my bare chest against hers as my hips shifted, my eyes clenched shut, and I felt myself start to climax deep inside her. Her hands, in repayment, took me by the throat...both of them having to be used...and she tightened her grip between each one of my breaths...the asphyxiation and release only heightening what I felt as I kept pushing into her smaller frame, holding inside her until I'd finished and the world came back to me, lying there on top of her.

  We were exhausted; I was holding her naked and bruised form against my half-clothed body, out breath slowly returning to normal as we took in everything that had just happened, lost in a moment that would certainly kill us if it'd lasted forever. Needless to say, it is quite definitely something we are going to arrange again...once we recover from what we did after we caught out breath again.

  The End.

  Reconnecting

  Amy and Jennifer had
known each other for years. They had been the best of friends since junior high school. They were both cheerleaders, both in drama club, both in honor society, both lived on the same street for most of their lives. They over the years, became, inseparable. Together all the time. Where you would find one, you'd find the other. They were simply, the best of friends.

  During college, which they attended and roomed together, they decided to give into forbidden curiosities and experiment with each other. These fantasies and feelings had been kept hidden and were pushed down deep through the years. Both felt it was not an acceptable temptation. Both had steady boyfriends. Neither considered themselves to be gay or bi-sexual. They just enjoyed how they made each other feel. Physically and emotionally. So at times, they would give in to this and have a secret moment of bliss.

  After college, Jennifer moved some distance apart. Each having to move on with their own life and career. They got together as frequently as possible to chat, have dinner, and catch up on all the changes in their lives. But it wasn't the same. Time and distance had placed a wedge in between them. They were still friends, just not as close. That bond had been a little strained.

  One fourth of July weekend, Amy decided to visit Jennifer in the city. Jennifer was an ad executive at a large company. She lived in an apartment in one of the high rise buildings. The ones with tons of glass windows and swanky furnishings. All sleek and modern looking. Jennifer was happy to see Amy as always.

  That evening they went out to dinner and then went walking in the city. Taking in the air and doing some window shopping. Then Jennifer had an idea. She knew that Amy had stayed back in their small hometown. Amy worked as a free-lance photographer. Doing weddings, events, and natural landscape photography. There wasn't much to do there. In the little town back home, football games on Friday nights were about it. And she was past the age to want to go watch high school football.

  So Jennifer asked Amy if she would like to go to a bar later that night. Just to have a few drinks and unwind. Catch up. And get some of the nightlife she'd been missing. Amy agreed, excited at the prospect of dressing up and hitting the town.

  The bar was called StillWell's. It was a small quaint place, about three blocks from Jennifer's apartment. Safe walking distance for them should they imbibe a bit much. The inside walls were pinkish/brown brick. The floor was a glossy oak hardwood. There were black leather booths w/black marble tops. A huge oak bar was in the corner of the room. Stools covered in black leather lined up along it on all sides but one. There was a live band playing. They covered an eclectic array of tunes from the 70's to present. In the back area of the bar was a pool table. The women were shown to a booth and placed an order for drinks.. Both having long island ice tea. Then they got up to go to the powder room to freshen up.

  Both stood in front of the mirror and looked at their reflections. Jennifer was statuesque. Tall at 5ft 10 inches without heels, with a lithe sporty body. Dark brown hair w/golden highlights fell around her shoulders. Smokey blue eyes, framed with thick lashes. She applied more gloss to her lips. Her skin tone was golden year round. Amy was the complete opposite. At only 5ft 4inches tall she was the odd one out. She had blond hair that curled and waved in a wild halo about her head, ample curves, had porcelain skin, full lips, and jade eyes. She applied more powder to her face.

  The ladies returned to their booth and their drinks and began to sip as they slipped back into an old familiar friendship. They discussed work projects, family members, changes back home, changes in the city w/Jennifer. They finished the first drink and ordered another round. Both knew that alcohol went straight to their heads, so they decided not to go past three of these tonight. Neither wanted to wake sick in the morning. They had done enough of that in college.

  When they began sipping their third drink the door to the bar opened and a group of men came in. All seemed to be in their late 20's or early 30's. They were joking and laughing. Heading to the pool table in the back. The last one to come through the door was sinfully handsome. Tall, with black hair, emerald eyes, a killer smile flashed at the ladies showing straight white teeth. His lips were full but masculine. He nodded to the women and followed his buddies to the table.

  The two women watched as inconspicuous as they could as the men played pool. Both talking about how hot the one guy was. Throwing out the inappropriate comment here and there about what they'd like to do to him. Or have done to them. When Amy looked toward the table for the hundredth time, Mr. Sexy was looking right back at her. It was someone else's turn to play so he stood against the wall waiting. Watching her. Nervously she smiled and looked back at her drink.

  The alcohol was making her mind a bit hazy and she started to giggle. One of the side effects of drinking was enhancing her giddiness and infectious laughter. As well as lowering her inhibitions. Inhibitions that it seemed Jennifer no longer had, now living in the city. She had turned loose of all her religious conflicts about life long ago. No matter how hard she tried, Amy could not turn off the giggling. Jennifer started laughing too, wanting to know what was so funny. Amy explained that he caught her looking at him, but was looking at her himself.

  They were finishing up their last drink when Mr. Sexy approached their table. He carried a small glass of jack/coke with him. He pulled up a chair to their booth. Turning it around and straddling it backward. He leaned on the back of it. Making the muscles in his arms bunch up. He introduced himself as Adam. A local fireman. He began to make small talk with the girls. Swapping histories, etc. and asked if they were gonna be able to get home safely, seeing how they both were a little more than a bit tipsy. Then seeing her opening, Jennifer asked him if he could walk the two ladies back to her apartment. Just to make sure they made it ok.. Amy's eyes threw daggers at Jennifer. This was so embarrassing. Adam sauntered back over to his fellow firefighter buddies and told them he was leaving to walk them home.

  The ladies paid the tab and tipped the bartender. Both a little wobbly on their feet, they felt a large warm hand on each of their shoulders helping them balance. Once they were stable, they began to head out toward the apartment. They walked the three blocks babbling on and on about nothing.. But throwing out flirtatious remarks all at each other. They reached the door of the building. Adam turned to leave, telling the girls goodnight and to sleep well. Then, to Amy's horror, Jennifer asked him to come upstairs.

  They stepped into the elevator. Jennifer pushed the number 8 for her floor. The doors came open with a ding and she led the way to her apartment. All three went inside and Jennifer sat in a plush green chair. While Adam and Amy sat on the matching sofa. They talked a bit more. The alcohol was beginning to hit the ladies by this time pretty hard. Jennifer stood and grabbed Amy's hand and headed to the bedroom. Telling Adam that they had to talk a minute and would be back.

  They got to Jennifer's room and Amy looked at her questioningly and a bit hazed. Jennifer got a wicked gleam in her eyes. And proposed that to really make their friendship fully intact again they needed to get back in touch sexually. But this time, she didn't want to only experiment with Amy. She wanted to add Adam to the mix.

  This was all new to Amy. Other than the few experiences she had with Jennifer, she had only had sex with two men. And neither of them were anything to brag about. And she was unsure of herself. Of the situation. After some eager coaxing from Jennifer, and the mist in her head, she agreed to at least try.

  Both girls sat on the edge of the bed. Then Jennifer called for Adam to come into the room. Thinking that they needed help, he came in ready to lend a hand. Be it to help a sick woman, or tuck her in. What he did not expect was to see Amy and Jennifer already undressed down to their bras and panties. Sitting on the bed together. A bit taken aback he looked first from one to the other woman. Asking the question with his eyes, daring not speak. The question of is this happening?

  In a silent answer Jennifer motioned for him to sit in the blue microfiber chair in the corner of the bedroom. Then, slowly she leaned in and took Amy'
s mouth in a chaste kiss. First just a meeting of the mouths. Grazing one another. Then both mouths opened, welcoming the glide and slide of tongues. Amy moaned with the headiness of it. Remembering all their college trysts. She kissed Jennifer back, becoming more bold with each kiss and caress. Jennifer and Amy removed each other's bra's at the same time. Allowing Jennifer's high small breasts and Amy's heavy, perky ones to fall free from the restraints. As they kissed their hands roamed feeling nipples, pinching, rubbing, flicking. Each emitting little cries from the other, which were swallowed up by the other's mouth.

  They finished undressing each other. Tossing sheer lace panties to the side of the bed. Both were naked to each other and to Adam's gaze. He sat in the corner watching the women kiss and fondle one another. His need growing. He began rubbing himself through his jeans and boxer shorts. Jennifer laid Amy back on the bed and began kissing down her body. Then she began to play with Amy's engorged clit. With fingers and tongue. Amy moaned and thrashed her head back and forth on the bed. Caught up in the abandon of it all. This only fueled Jennifer on. She began licking harder, faster, sucking more on the clit as she pumped two fingers into her friends pussy.

  Then Jennifer looked at Adam. She asked if he just wanted to watch, or did he want to join in. He stood up a little too quickly he thought and walked toward the bed. Jennifer quit pleasuring Amy and both ladies sat up, looking at him intently. The stood and began to undress him. First pulling the black t-shirt that hugged and fitted him closely up and over his head. Revealing broad shoulders, a muscular chest/torso, and those muscled arms. He kicked off his shoes and socks. Jennifer then reached for his belt buckle. Slowly she removed the belt from his pants hearing the cling of the buckle coming undone and the slide of the leather going through belt loops. Growing more confident Amy joined her and began to unbutton his buttonfly jeans. No zipper. Just buttons. Each one popped open with a small sound. And with each button a little more of him became visible. This turned on the girls even more. They finished with the buttons, pulled the jeans down his legs and he shook them off. They were on their knees before him. Each woman took one hand and hooked fingers in the waistband of the boxers covering him. Slowly they pulled them down, and he sprang free. Already hard and erect with desire and want.