Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  "Yes, that would be perfect." She smiled sweetly and he could feel his face grow hot. He didn't trust himself to speak without stammering, so he just nodded and kept staring at the papers in front of him.

  "Umm, Mr. Johnson..."

  He hadn't realized she'd crossed over to his side of the conference table, but suddenly, she was standing right next to him. Startled, he looked up from his meeting notes as she leaned over slightly, offering him a fabulous view of her gorgeous breasts. And yes, he could see that she was wearing a lacy white bra. It seemed she moved in slow motion as she reached her hand toward his...slowly, so slowly, she took the stack of papers, rotated them 180 degrees, and whispered, "These were upside down -– now they should be a little easier to read." She smiled again, winked, and left the room, humming to herself.

  Back at his desk, Rod watched the minutes tick by on the clock; the rest of the day dragged so slowly that he felt like he was wading through quicksand in concrete combat boots. He answered countless tech support calls, removed viruses from three company laptops, and virus-scanned his own PC twice. He tested every pen on his desk, and threw out a couple that were dried out and inkless. He programmed several alarms and alerts into his iPhone - most importantly, one for his date...er, appointment with Ms. Archer. Too nervous to eat lunch, he downed two energy drinks and a Coke, then realized that was probably a mistake. He crumpled his useless meeting notes into little paper balls and shot baskets into his trashcan, or at least in that general direction. He started to make a graph of how many successful shots he'd made vs. how many total attempts...

  And his phone interrupted with "Pour Some Sugar On Me". 3:45 -- YES. He hit the snooze option to silence it, and pumped his fist in the air. At 3:45 on a Friday, normally he'd be grabbing all of his stuff and racing to the door to beat rush hour. Instead, he was grabbing all his stuff and racing to the elevator to work unpaid overtime, and he couldn't be more excited. He shut down his system, gathered everything, locked his office, missed the elevator, took the stairs two at a time, and made it to the sixth floor by 3:53. The place was a ghost town since everyone tended to skate out early on Fridays. He walked quickly to Ms. Archer's office, panting, running his hand through his hair, trying not to sweat.

  Her door was open, but her office was empty. What the fuck, she left early with everyone else? Rod's heart sank to the pit of his stomach. He was tempted to just go home and start drinking his way into the weekend, maybe annihilate some enemies in World of Warcraft, but his sense of duty won out. Sighing, he sat down in front of her computer, and started a preliminary scan. Yep, just as he suspected, it was the same virus he'd cleaned off those laptops earlier. He'd get rid of it, but it would take a little time for the whole system scan to finish, and for the virus protection upgrade to install. At least he was in her chair -- a chair that smelled of her perfume and had likely been in direct contact with her gorgeous ass just minutes ago. He smiled at that thought, leaning back and closing his eyes.

  "Pour your sugar on me...oh, I can't get enough..." The snooze alarm on his phone went off again, but Rod was so exhausted that he dozed through it, incorporating the song into his dream -- which was rapidly turning into a not-safe-for-work rock video. Diana Archer was the star, bumping and grinding in a tiny yellow bikini. Then the bikini evaporated, and she wore nothing but daisies in her hair as she drizzled golden honey over her breasts. Mesmerized, he watched as she straddled his lap, slowly sliding her hands over her skin. Her left hand teased and tweaked her nipples, while her right hand continued down between her legs. Rod groaned as she slid her slim, perfectly manicured finger into her womanly wetness. "I'm hot, sticky sweet, from my head to my feet yeah..." Her eyes half-closed, she smiled down at him knowingly, and slipped her finger, slick with her juices, into his mouth. He sucked greedily, tasting honey, and flowers, and wine, and...

  "Ooh, good song, I love it –"

  "Me too," he breathed. He could feel her moist heat as she hovered just inches over his lap. He thrust his hips upward, seeking contact, but couldn't quite reach her.

  "Def Leppard is such a great band," Diana declared. Rod wasn't sure why she was suddenly so interested in discussing music, but at this point he really didn't give a damn. Tossing back her head, she lifted her hair from the back of her neck while she gyrated to the song. Her breasts tantalized him, like luscious, ripe peaches just out of reach, and he was a starving man desperate for a taste. Rod tried to pull her down against his body, but found his arms were bound to the chair with heavy silver chains. Chains? Seriously, what the fuck was going on? He growled in frustration.

  "Mr. Johnson, is everything okay?"

  Rod's eyes flew open, and Ms. Archer was peering into his face, with the same look of gentle concern he'd seen after the meeting.

  "Wha...?" He looked around in confusion, then down at his wrists, which were not manacled after all. "Oh man, I'm sorry," he mumbled, rubbing his hand across his eyes. "Late night last night, must have fallen asleep."

  "Yes, I can see that," she said. "Between that, and whacking your head this morning, it's no wonder." She gave him a sly, sidelong glance and asked, "Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

  Rod considered exactly what she might have heard, and was appropriately mortified. "Uh, no, I didn't know that."

  "Yes, I thought we were talking about how much I like your choice of ring tones – little did I know you were unconscious," she said, wryly.

  Rod nodded briefly, then focused his attention on the keyboard and typed in a few commands to finish the software install. "There, that should take care of it," he said, clearing his throat. He stood up, realized he still had a dream-induced raging hard-on, and quickly stepped behind the chair to conceal it. Gesturing toward the now empty chair, he said, "Sorry, I was in your seat."

  Ms. Archer sat down gracefully. "No need to apologize – thanks so much for staying late to fix my computer!" Clapping her hands with delight, Diana Archer spun her chair around – which put her at eye level to stare directly at the unmistakable bulge in Rodney Johnson's pants.

  "Oh...my."

  There was no hiding it, and Rod felt rising panic as words tumbled out of his mouth. "I, uh, thought you had already left for the weekend, since most people leave early on Friday, you know, and I wanted to make sure that your system was up and running when you got here first thing Monday morning, Ms. Archer."

  She glanced up at him through a thick fringe of lashes. "Please, call me Diana," she said, softly. Rod held his breath as she hooked a finger through his belt loop and tugged him a step closer. She grabbed his name badge and read it. "Is your name really 'Rodney Johnson'?"

  Rod nodded, mutely, as she toyed with the buckle

  on his belt.

  "Rod Johnson – I like that," she mused. "Sounds like a porn star name." Diana giggled as she deftly unbuckled his belt, held both ends of the leather strap, and used it to pull him one step closer. "It sounds..." one long, slim finger traced the outline of his erection through his pants, "...promising." She yanked his belt out of the loops and dropped it to the floor. A shudder of pleasured anticipation ran through Rod's body, and he held back from climaxing by sheer force of will.

  "Ms. Arch—Diana, I don't really know if we should do this here."

  "Why not? We're all alone, Rod, everyone else has left for the weekend." She batted her eyelashes at him coquettishly as she unzipped his fly. "I know you've been watching me. I always catch you staring at my tits, and you look at my ass every time I walk away. And I know you looked right up my skirt under the conference table this morning."

  "Oh Diana, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean anything..." he stammered.

  She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Ye gods, stop apologizing for everything! It pleases me that you find me...desirable." She yanked down his boxers and his turgid cock sprang free, bounced twice, then pointed directly at her pretty face, like a compass needle pointing due north. "Ah, there we are," she purred, "perfect." She grasped his shaft in her hand and lightly k
issed the sensitive head of his dick. She stroked his length firmly, coaxing out a few clear drops of pre-cum; she made an appreciative little sound in her throat, and lapped them up, kitten-like, with her soft pink tongue. Rod felt his knees grow weak.

  "WHOA, Diana, I don't know if I can...I mean, I'm not sure how long I can....ohhhh fuck..." his voice trailed off in a deep groan of need. He looked down, shocked, as the unattainable beauty he'd lusted after for so long took his hard cock between her warm, willing lips. With every down stroke, she took him deep, teasing the underside of his shaft with her talented tongue; on every up stroke, she gave a swirling lick around the swollen tip. He ran his fingers through her silky brown hair, pumping his hips slightly, fucking her sweet, sweet mouth. It was absolutely amazing -- even more amazing than the visions of her he conjured in his head when he jacked off. Rod felt his balls tighten and his knees started to shake. He tried to warn her, whispering, "Diana, that feels so good, so fucking fantastic, I'm not gonna be able to hold back much longer...if you don't stop, I'm going to cum."

  With that, she held his hips firmly, redoubling her efforts. Rod felt every muscle in his body tense as his cock swelled in her mouth. "Fuck...oh fuck..." he moaned through gritted teeth, fisting his hands in her hair, "here it comes --"

  The orgasm shot though his body like a bolt of lightning; he'd never felt a climax so intense before. Diana gulped and swallowed greedily as he shot spurt after spurt of hot semen. Rod felt like he might fall over, might pass out, but she slid her hands around to cup his bare buttocks for support, holding him captive in her mouth until she was sure he'd given her everything he had. Then and only then, she released him and stood up, licking her lips.

  Rod laughed weakly, shaking, and sat down heavily in the chair. "Wow. Just...wow. That was incredible. Thank you so much."

  Diana smiled demurely, and bent over to kiss the tip of his nose. "Oh, don't think I'm through with you yet."

  Rod looked down at his thoroughly sated and deflated member, then back up at Diana, smiling ruefully. "Uh, I don't know how long it will take before the South will rise again."

  "Hush," she said, tracing his lower lip with her tongue. "Never underestimate your talents or abilities, Wizard," she whispered.

  Huh? Wizard? Before his mind could totally register or ponder that little bit of weirdness, Diana straightened and stood proudly in front of him, commanding his full attention. Her back was to the window, and the sun was setting, streaking the sky with purple and gold. It silhouetted her body perfectly as she performed a private striptease, just for him. She slipped off her shoes, her business-like skirt, the blouse, that delicate lacy bra, and stood before him in nothing but her yellow cotton panties. He drank in the sight of her generous curves and satin smooth skin, her full breasts and taut, rosy nipples -- and damn, he could feel the stirrings of arousal again. He tried to act cool, but couldn't help but blush when she began removing his rumpled clothing, until he was even more naked than she.

  She sat on the edge of the desk, grinned invitingly, and beckoned. Rod didn't need to be asked twice. He rolled the chair up to the edge of the desk, and parted her thighs. Ah, there were those pretty little daisies. He kissed her inner thighs, then nipped and teased at her through the soft cotton until Diana was tweaking his ear, trying to grind against his mouth, and panting with frustration. He chuckled at her predicament, but knowing all too well what it felt like to be horny and frustrated he finally relented, sliding her panties down her legs and dropping them to the floor.

  The soft fur on her mound was neatly trimmed into an inverted delta, but her labia were smooth and bare. Rod slid his hands down the backs of her thighs, pushing them a little farther apart to expose more of her hidden treasure to his gaze. "So beautiful," he whispered reverently, as he bent and nuzzled her gently. Her vulva was puffy and swollen with excitement. Diana's contented little sighs turned into gasps of pleasure as he ran his tongue up and down her slit with long, slow, licks. Her pussy bloomed like a flower under his ministrations, and he lapped nectar from her deep pink inner petals; just as in his dream, she tasted of honey and wine. His tongue brushed against her hard little clit and she reacted instantly – pulling at his hair, lifting her hips to push herself closer to his mouth. "Yessss, right there, don't stop..."

  Happy to oblige, Rod slipped his hands under her ass as he licked, then sucked, her exquisitely sensitive pearl. He held on tight as she bucked and thrashed and squirmed in his grasp. A shudder ran through her body as she arched her back and moaned, her clit throbbing under his tongue, her juices sweet in his mouth and wet on his chin.

  He moved up the length of her body and kissed her deeply so she could taste her climax on his lips and tongue. She gave a little purr of satisfaction and wriggled beneath him, rubbing her hard nipples against his bare chest. Rod's lopsided grin became a look of determination as he adjusted his angle to slide his rigid tool into her hot, wet, ready—

  "Stop." Diana clamped her thighs vice-like around his hips, and suddenly he couldn't move a millimeter.

  "What? Why???" Rod asked. (Well, okay, he actually whimpered).

  Diana placed one hand flat on his chest and firmly pushed him off of her, with no apparent effort on her part. "I'm a virgin."

  Rod searched her face for a trace of humor, and found none. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

  "I am virgin still, and virgin I will remain." She looked at him, puzzled. "Did you not know?"

  "Know what?" Rod asked, incredulously. "Diana, no offense, but you don't exactly act like a virgin."

  "No, I suppose not," she mused, "but that changes nothing." She rose from the desk and reached into a drawer, withdrawing a vial of dark green glass. Noticing Rod's crestfallen look – and crestfallen penis – she laughed softly, giving his cock a playful squeeze. He felt it start to re-awaken, and she flashed him a dazzling smile. "Do not fear, mortal, I will not leave you in this state of need."

  Rod shook his head slightly, as if to clear it. Maybe he'd misheard what she said. Yeah, that had to be it.

  Diana pressed the glass vial into his hand. "I do not make the rules, I merely abide by them. Fortunately, there are other options." She turned away from him and bent forward over the desk, resting her chin on her hands. "My Greek lovers were quite creative and resourceful."

  Rod opened the stopper on the bottle and the familiar scent of her perfume tickled his nose. But it wasn't a bottle of cologne, it was filled with a thick liquid – oil? He rubbed a little between his fingertips, testing the texture.

  "Ahem." Diana cleared her throat and he stared at her naked body bent over the desk. Damn, she was gorgeous from every angle. She shifted back and forth on her bare feet, wiggling her pretty polished toes with impatience. Glancing back over her shoulder, she raised one eyebrow. "You know, for a wizard, sometimes you aren't very quick-witted."

  "Why do you keep calling me that?" Rod asked. "Do you play World of Warcraft, too?"

  The naked beauty sighed heavily in exasperation, dropping her forehead to the desk with an audible thunk. The gears in Rod's head turned slowly...slowly...and then his jaw dropped.

  "Ah, finally you see," she said, rolling her hips seductively.

  Rod's mouth went dry, his heart hammering in his chest. "What do I do? I've never..."

  "Don't you want me?"

  "More than anything," he whispered hoarsely.

  She reached back, one hand on each of her perfect, pale, moons, and parted them in invitation. "Then annoint me."

  With shaking hands, Rod poured the scented oil on his fingers and some more in the groove of her ass for good measure. He traced her tiny, puckered hole with the tip of his finger; encouraged by her pleasured gasp, he pushed his oiled digit into her snug ring, marveling at her tightness. His stiff eager cock looked huge in comparison, and he wondered how he could ever possibly fit it inside her.

  "More," she purred, "that feels wonderful."

  Rod slipped in a second finger and her tight channel magically
adjusted to accommodate it. Still, it was only two fingers, not his hard dick.

  "Now, I'm ready for you now," she panted.

  Still dubious, Rod rubbed some of the oil on his cock and pressed against her portal. He felt resistance give way as he sank halfway in. The sensation was incredible, tighter than anything he'd every felt. Diana moaned and pushed back against him. He withdrew slightly, then pressed onward until his entire cock was buried in her ass. He held still for a moment, unable to move, unable to think, overwhelmed with the feeling. Suddenly, he realized he was sliding his cock in and out of her velvet heat, while she chanted, "yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." He felt her orgasm, her channel squeezing rhythmically on his shaft; his balls tightened, and emptied his load deep inside her, and he saw stars.

  *****

  It was night now, and the dark blue sky was full of stars. Rod knelt on the floor exhausted. Diana was in front of the window again, he could see the crescent moon above her head. She stood proudly in the moonlight, in the starlight, and her creamy skin glowed like pearl.

  "You have pleased me well, Wizard."

  "Why do you keep calling me that? I'm not a wizard."

  "Sorcerer then? Conjurer? Shaman?"

  "I'm not any of those things. I'm just a tech support guy. But who are you?"

  She smiled enigmatically. "In this aspect, I am Diana. The Greeks call me Artemis. The Norse know me as Skadi, and to the Celts I am Cally Berry. I am the Huntress. This I thought you knew, mortal. I have seen your dreams, I have heard your thoughts, when you have called me 'Goddess'. But now I see you did not fully comprehend."

  "No, ma'am, I didn't," Rod said, trying to take it all in, but it was so surreal. "Why do you think I'm a wizard?"

  "We Immortals understand the elements, the forces of nature, the sun and moon and the paths of the stars. But what we cannot understand is this...construct...this creation of man...this..." she groped for the word, "this technikos...ah, technology." She smiled, pleased that she remembered the term. "You understand these mysterious workings, and you study them, and make them bend to your will and your desire. To your magic."