Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  However, Paula's doubts immediately dissolved as Nathan began to quickly unbutton his loose-fitting white linen shirt. In his haste, he almost tore it off his shoulders before chucking it onto the grass beyond the blanket. His tight black jeans rapidly followed and, to Paula's surprise, she found out that he had not been wearing any underwear. Not that that mattered, they were naked together at last.

  She looked at his semi-erect penis, expecting him to approach her again so that she could pleasure it. But he just knelt down by her feet, facing her. Taking her ankles in his hands, Nathan slowly parted her legs just a bit further. Paula offered no resistance.

  As she watched him, she realised he was seeing all of her for the first time. Goodness, if Nathan's students could see them now, she thought, as he shuffled towards her.

  Paula felt the outsides of his legs pressing against the insides of her calves as he looked up at her, smiled, and then leant forward. She could only bite her lower lip and grip the blanket with her hands as she first sensed his goatee brushing against her own hair.

  Tenderly, he began to skim his tongue around her clitoris, stimulating it as much by his proximity as by actual touch. Waves of pleasure pulsed through her body as his tongue then moved from side to side across it, before his lips sank down onto her sensitive skin. Paula felt the sensation of a growing orgasm as he alternately sucked and then teased her clitoris with his tongue.

  She knew any resistance to the rising levels of bliss was useless when he drew up his right hand beneath his chest. His fingers briefly caressed her labia before they started to explore her hole. First one, then two, entered her. She could not see them, but she could certainly feel them, and the muffled squelching noise she heard as they discovered her wetness was unmistakeable.

  Paula started to moan as Nathan's mouth and fingers synchronised their efforts, and she could only squirm on the blanket beneath the oak tree as the ecstatic spasms coursed through her. She gripped his head between her thighs as she writhed about. No man had ever done that to her before.

  As she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm, Nathan's grinning face emerged from between Paula's legs. He stretched up along her torso, once again kissing her on the mouth. It felt strange to Paula to be tasting herself, but it did not matter - today was about new sensations.

  'Oh my, that was... wonderful,' was all she could say as Nathan's lips parted from hers.

  'You've no idea how long I've wanted to do that to you,' he replied with a wink.

  He rolled off her, laying down on the blanket next to her in the hot, still air. Both of them just looked up into the branches of the oak tree. Then Paula did something she had no real previous experience of: she took the initiative.

  She tentatively let her hand move across onto Nathan's stomach, letting it rest there for a short while, irrationally half-expecting it to be pushed away. With a growing confidence she gradually shifted it downwards, until she found his penis. Clearly, he too had been aroused by their earlier exploits, as it was already erect. Cautiously, without looking at him, her fingers closed around his shaft, and her hand started to move slowly up and down along its length.

  Paula liked the sensation of feeling him against her and, judging by his occasional guttural groans, she reckoned that he was enjoying it too. But she did not want Nathan to be spent before he had had the opportunity to enter her. So, after a few minutes, she released him. Then, in an easy, fluid movement, Paula squatted over his groin, her feet either side of his hips, her eyes locked on his.

  Nathan reached his hand down to take his penis, guiding it towards Paula's waiting hole. Gently, she began to lower herself onto him, letting out a gasp as she first felt its head parting her lips. Once he was settled inside her, Paula started to move her hips up and down, letting Nathan penetrate slightly deeper on each successive stroke. Rapidly, she found a rhythm, which she could increase or decrease at will.

  Then, with him still inside her, she sank forward, letting her weight transfer from her feet on to her knees, which ended up almost in Nathan's armpits. This revised stance also allowed him to go deeper inside her. With his hands reaching around her to grip her buttocks, Paula gyrated her hips, grinding into him in small, circular motions. A welcome side effect of their coupling was that, when she leant forward and placed her hands either side of his head, she could feel her clitoris rubbing right against his pelvis.

  Perhaps Nathan realised this, because Paula could feel him responding beneath her, pushing up against her, willing her to orgasm again. But this time, she resolved, it would be together with him. She focussed on achieving this, using her internal muscles to arouse Nathan while at the same time stimulating herself against him.

  Their breathing grew heavier, her moans got louder, his grunts became more frequent, and a thin sheen of sweat appeared on their bodies in the un-abating heat. Paula could feel the same sensation as earlier gaining hold inside her, and she knew her climax would soon be upon her. She ground herself down onto Nathan harder, gripping and releasing him with increased vigour.

  Lowering her face down to his, they kissed as she felt him begin to buck beneath her with greater urgency. Then, as her body once more began to quiver with pleasure, Nathan gave a few final upward thrusts before he cried out. Paula could only crumple down on top of him as she felt his warm liquid spurt up inside her. They remained motionless for several minutes, too exhausted to move.

  Not that he is a mystery to her now, Paula thinks. She continues to watch Nathan as he circulates around the studio, dispensing encouragement and advice to his students as once again her nude image is captured. He is an excellent boyfriend, kind and thoughtful and amusing and talented. Even her mother approves of him, despite his occupation as an artist. A landscape artist who, as Paula had to explain at length, she met through a mutual friend.

  The End.

  The Belt

  It wasn't proving a successful, nor enjoyable evening. A sultry warm night, permeated with the sounds of everyone having a good time. They were enjoying it, but for me it was a washout.

  I'd never liked this town, having only moved here to be with the now ex-wife. But, it was home, for now at least and work was close by too.

  With the changes in the economy, changing wasn't likely any time soon so I may as well enjoy the summer whilst it lasts.

  The one benefit to drinking in the late evening summer sunshine though is not being holed up indoors. The rays radiated downwards, gradually created longer shadows as the piped music from indoors, some trashy 80's track I hardly remembered had the men and women of this town dancing.

  For me though, that wasn't to be the case. I never dance.

  Bored out of my skull and contemplating an early end to the evening, I shifted position to observe the car crash of an evening. And was I glad.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I captured sight of an alluring image. A woman, probably mid-20's and with a fine body came into sight. What did make me look though was just what she was trying to do.

  It was pretty clear she'd just been to the festival style outdoor toilets and was now struggling to fasten her belt around her slender midriff. Each time, she checked she had it the right way round, and, as sure as an octopus picking the right football scores, each time, it fell to the ground.

  Exasperation fell upon her face, now clearly becoming all the more frustrated by the troublesome leather strap and we briefly caught each others glance. A shy, timid smile confronted me, and as shy a response headed back her way from myself.

  But my brain was already working overtime. It'd been months since I'd felt the tender touch of a woman. Frantically my mind started working it's way through an opening phrase to attract her attention and perhaps stimulate some conversation.

  There was no need for words as I worked my way through the throng of laughing, chatting revellers. Right up behind her.

  She jumped a little as I took hold of her belt, by now cast aside on the table and slowly wrapped it around her slender torso. The smell of her
perfume, her hair everything came and washed over me as I checked it wasn't too tight. There was no escape for the belt this time and, much to my relief it stayed firmly in place.

  As she turned to face me, that shy smile came back once more as she thanked me for my efforts.

  "And how's your evening, my knight in shining armour?" she mused.

  "Beltin'" I quickly quipped back, thankful that I'd not had to make the opening line, and the opportunity for humour had so easily presented itself to me.

  The ice was broken in those few, short moments and we chatted like old friends. In that time, I'd discovered that Jane was 26, lived nearby, was single and made it abundantly clear she was in the mood to party into the small hours.

  What I didn't realise, at that time, was just what kind of party she had in mind, but I soon realised that the invitation was extended solely to me and so, as those who had been there for much of the evening strolled off to the other clubs dotted around this town we were in the taxi queue hand in hand and gentle and tender stolen kisses, becoming more urgent in her desire.

  A few moments later, we stepped through the front door of her flat. A new-build on the outskirts of the centre. But I wasn't there to evaluate how nice her home was and she made that abundantly clear as she stumbled into my arms, rising up slightly once again as we kissed in each others arms.

  Taking my hand she took control of the situation, dragging me through her hallway and straight to her bedroom.

  "I'm not normally so forward but I really need to be fucked" she bluntly stated as she unbuttoned my shirt casting it aside on the floor.

  My hands worked there way to her belt, the same belt that had started this whole chain reaction of events off and as it landed with a metallic thud on her floor too, I lifted her dress off her to be presented with a body of perfection.

  A slim size 10, toned, and just a hint of a tan, a nice pair of 34C tits encased in a plain bra. That too was discarded and I gazed upon her rapidly stiffening nipples before she worked her way down my body, trailing kisses over my neck and chest as she unfastened my jeans and found that I was already hard. Ready, and prepared to give her what she needed.

  She hurriedly took my cock out and quickly licked up and down my shaft, easing out just a hint of pre-cum which she ravenously lapped up before engulfing its entirety leaving me balls deep inside her.

  As we collapsed in the bed, I slid my hand inside her thong, feeling how closely shaved she was, and most notably, how wet she had already become. Before long, we were both entirely naked, our hands roaming each others bodies as I kissed her neck and worked down to those fine breasts. I took her nipple in between my teeth and felt a gasp of pleasure arise from her lips as my fingers continued to work on her engorged clit and her breath became more ragged as she approached her orgasm.

  If there is one thing I enjoy, it's the taste of a woman, and my tongue ventured further down her body, again taking in the wondrous scent of her sex. It stroked gently against her and I groaned at how delightful she tasted. If the intoxication of the night was wearing off, it was replaced with another form and I thrashed my tongue wildly against her, lapping up more and more of her juices.

  By now her legs were wide apart allowing me unfettered access to her and I roughly inserted two fingers deep inside her curling up just enough to press just the right buttons.

  It was enough to send her over the edge as I felt her tense up and with an almighty roar she came hard. The sound only spurred me on and within what felt like only seconds her whole body shuddered and convulsed with the pleasures being pulsed through her body.

  "Don't just watch. Fuck me" she panted breathlessly.

  I moved up her body and looked her in the eyes. The look of pure lust overcame me. It had been so long for either of us, that much was apparent and I threw her legs over my shoulders as I thrust myself deep inside her.

  The amazing sensations of how hot she really was almost immediately sent me over the edge, barely able to hang on to any modicum of self-control. I knew if this was to last, and that's exactly what I wanted, I had to overcome the urges to wildly fuck this stunning creature of beauty and wild sex.

  Pulling almost all the way and then just edging myself in a couple of inches seemed to calm my desires somewhat although it was doing some amazing things to Jane as she panted and writhed more, pushing towards me forcing me to gradually bury myself deeper inside her pussy.

  The sounds of our rampant fucking permeated the room, two bodies connected as one as both our desires became more and more satisfied by each other and we surged and writhed against each other, each forward thrust plowing myself deeper within.

  The growing urges within me came back and the pace of both our movements and our erratic breathing became more frantic as she approached yet another orgasm. That was enough to throw me over the abyss, that all too familiar tingle surging from my balls to the base of my cock then out, deep inside her, filling her with my cum.

  Her tousled hair waving and a bead or three of sweat on her forehead we again looked into each others eyes recognising the enjoyment our encounter had given to both.

  "Wow" was the very best I could muster when I finally caught my breath.

  A wide grin, replacing the previously shy smile spread all over her face. "Now that was something" she replied.

  As we lay cuddled close in the early morning sunlight, weakly trying to fight its way through the curtains we both knew that our futures fight not be the same in the future.

  "That belt, we should frame it as a memento of the night" I suggested to her.

  "A frame? I have far better uses for it" she winked back at me.

  "Now sleep. I've got plans for you in the morning."

  The End.

  Shower Fun

  As Emily slowly stripped of her short red skirt and pink low cut tank top, showing her slim and model like figure, she cast a grin behind her to her boyfriend Mark. She had told him he could shower with her and she was rather hoping that he would, after having been teased all night at the club they had gone to Emily could honestly say she was soaking wet and in need of some attention. Letting her Double D breasts free and letting her white thong slip to the tiled floor she stepped slowly into the walk in shower, looking up to let the spray of hot water batter on her neck to slide down her chest and over her full breasts. Hearing Mark get undressed, Emily grinned to herself and looked out to her hot boyfriend. She could have done worse with finding a partner but as she looked over Mark's powerful thighs, his thick cock and 6 pack, she realized she really could have done much worse. Loads of women wanted him and swooned over him at work, Emily then would make a show of walking over and draping herself around him and then proceed to kiss him in front of anyone who cared to watch.

  Feeling him put his hand on her hip, Emily moved her hips back to him as she turned her head to see him behind her, grateful that her hunk had taken her up on her offer and would start to pleasure her. He always did when they showered together which made it all the fun for them both. Emily let him move his hand from her hip to her shaved pussy, she even opened her legs for him and moaned gently as his index finger found her swollen and throbbing clitoris. She had forgotten about the water as she stood there, circling her hips so her arse rubbed against his growing hardon. She herself was wetter than she was before and she just wanted to feel Mark's cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy, slamming into her hard and filling and stretching her, even the thought of it made her moan loudly. "Fuck me Mark, I'm ready for your thick cock." She moaned to him, as she lay her palms against the shower wall, she wanted to be taken and she wanted it now.

  Feeling his finger move from her clit, Emily gave a small moan of dissatisfaction at the loss of it. She had just started feeling the fire build within her pussy, letting her know she was near to orgasm. But she needed Mark's cock more right now and she would happily give up one quick orgasm to get it. As he put a hand on her hip, Emily could feel him rubbing his cock head against her entrance then dow
n to rub over her clit and then back again. She loved how he would tease her, making her nerves spark and her pussy ache with want for him. However feeling his thick member suddenly enter her pussy made her gasp and moan, throwing her head back she bit her lip as he stretched her tight pussy to it's limits, she herself tightened around him, grasping his cock with her pussy as her hips automatically moved in a small circle.

  As Mark slipped his cock out until only the head was left inside her, she felt him slam himself back in, the sound of his balls smacking off her bare skin sounded strangely too loud over the roar of the water raining down on them, the sound when he thrust inside of her, each time she could hear how wet she was each time he trust back in. "Fuck me harder." She moaned to him as she moved one of her own hands to her throbbing clit, rubbing it hard and fast she arched slightly and moved back on Mark's cock and he slammed again and again, his grunts of pleasure turning her on even more, making her pussy grip his cock tighter, bringing him closer to his own sweet realise. Emily gave a slightly gasp when she felt her lovers finger rubbing at her arsehole, threatening to enter it as it had done the last time they had fucked in the shower, she wanted it again. She wanted to be fucked in both her holes and for Mark to release his load into it.

  The feeling of him slipping not one, but two fingers inside her arse at once was almost enough to knock Emily over the edge, which she was only just balancing on. She knew, as she felt the wave threatening to crash through her body, to knock her mind senseless that any moment now she would cum, and she wanted to take Mark along with her, to share in the wave of pleasure that would take her over and make her scream for her lover. As Mark gripped her hip tighter, his thrusts becoming more erratic, Emily knew he was going to cum. So as she bit her lip in the wake of her orgasm, Emily slammed her hips back hard onto his thrusting member, enough to make him slam in deeper and to take them both over the edge of pleasure.