Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  He reached up and slid two long fingers inside her cunt. The build-up was mind-blowing. Adriana gasped as the blaze that had invaded her body blew apart.

  She blinked stupidly and stared expressionlessly at the ceiling. Her heart beat violently in her chest and her breath struggled to catch up to the distressed beat. Fulfilment pulled her eyelids down. She slumped against the table and listened to the sound of Ulfr's pleased smacking noises.

  His tongue trailed her bellybutton and she moaned.

  How was it that he had such influence over her body? She opened her eyes and watched Ulfr feasting between her legs. He was completely engrossed as he carried on savouring her flesh, as if he couldn't get enough. She felt the hard pressure of his erection against her leg. Would he straddle her soon? She knew that sooner or later he had to release as well.

  As if reading her mind he spread her sex wide with his fingers. She reached down with a hand and patted his head. Her breathing was becoming jagged, and her hips were bucking into his face. She needed to cum! She wanted to feel an orgasm. But it was not going to be ...

  At least not yet!

  The werewolf had worked the female up to just the right moment. If he pushed her any harder she'd be cumming on his face. Both her hands were on his head, insistently tugging him deeper into her tight snatch.

  Ulfr stood up with his penis hard free and pointing upright at full salute for Adriana.

  He slipped his fingers along her cunt lips as if testing her eagerness one more time before he embarked on the final assault. A spicy rush of her sexual fragrance wafted up and filled his nostrils.

  Ulfr reached between her legs and captured a smear of her moisture with his fingertip. He lifted it to his lips, licking his middle finger before offering it to Adriana. She opened her mouth to receive the taste. Her eyes widened in amazement as she eagerly suckled the full length of Ulfr's finger. The flavour exploded in her mouth.

  "More!" She pleaded much to her shock.

  Ulfr's finger went back for more. Drips of her cream disappeared as she leaned forward and sucked the end of his finger into her mouth. She was surprised by the taste. His fingers were in front of her mouth again, and she accepted it greedily.

  The time had come to satisfy his werewolf.

  Ulfr wrapped his hands around her thighs and parted them as far as they would go, opening her for his pleasure. His manhood stood up stiff between his legs until it was pointing straight out towards Adriana's glistening moist cunt entrance. Lowering his big hands on her asscheeks he kneaded the soft flesh.

  Breathing hard, Adriana opened her eyes and thought about his cock fucking her, knowing it'd hurt as it entered her, but wanting it anyway.

  Adriana released a yielding sigh and lifted her hips up as if offering her cunt to him in submission. A blur coated Ulfr's mind. A vague memory of him as a werewolf mating with his female under the wolf's influence surfaced. Ulfr pushed it aside. He needed to fuck his mate as a human.

  He took his right hand off her asscheek to wrap it around his thick penis and placed the head against her opening. The fragile control he'd maintained so far shattered as he felt her hot, moist passage ease for him. He moved forward, thrusting deep, entering her cunt. His howl echoed off the cabin walls as she hailed his penetration, clinging to him. He held himself motionless, delighting in the tight squeeze, listening to her breath coming in hard pants from her mouth. He prodded his hips inward, sinking his shaft a fraction deeper. A tiny gasp in the back of her throat made him pause.

  "Does it hurt?" He asked, finding himself being only able to speak in singled syllable grunts.

  Adriana shook her head. "I'm ok," she replied in the same breathless way. "Carry on!"

  Ulfr lowered his head and began to leave light kisses along her neck, her shoulders, struggling to draw on his human strength, fighting the werewolf's urge to fuck her until she couldn't walk.

  He held off until he felt it -- a slight sway of her hips as if she wanted more, wanted him deeper. He held her hips, his fingers jabbing into her flesh, and pulled back. With a long, firm thrust he rammed into her and was compensated with a moaned approval.

  "Uhhh," she sighed pressing against the table and raising her hips for a deeper penetration. Each friction sent him in deeper and she took him, took all that he offered. In the pit of his soul he burst with triumph. This was the female for him.

  An entire year of sexual abstinence pushed him to cum sooner but he wanted her to savour the moment too. Her breath grew louder with every thrust her took. Adriana couldn't get enough air into her lungs. She arched her back, wanting him deeper, wanting more of his cock.

  His hips rammed into her spread thighs with a fleshy slap and a protesting creak from the table legs. His cock was a jackhammer as it ploughed into the disorientated female. A rush of powerful sexual fever overwhelmed her, rendering her drained and amazed as he pushed deeper, harder and faster.

  Adriana's hands clutched the sides of the table which jerked and trembled at every thrust. She braced herself and let him pound into her. This was what she'd wanted. Climax was so close, so palpable. The pressure swelled around her clit, stimulated by the hysterical thrust into her cunt. She couldn't hold it back as her nails dug into his back as she was penetrated deeper.

  "Ulfr!" Her back arched with incredible force and she cried out in blissful release.

  The spicy wet fragrance of her cunt filled the cabin and Ulfr knew he could drown in it. He cherished the pleasure he gave her, watching her breasts wobble and shaking with each thrust, hearing the singing moans she made.

  The beast in him growled and snarled. Ulfr fucked her with deeper and harder thrusts. He rammed it in hard, then pulled it back out and slammed it in again.

  Another orgasm jolted through her body as her eyes swelled wide. Adriana held her breath because she hadn't been ready for another one so soon. Her legs fastened around his buttocks.

  Her body trembled and her ass bounced up off the table without her commanding it, and then did it a second time. A loud moan of orgasmic fulfilment echoed out of the cabin. Ulfr groaned as his cock was on the verge of release. His hands gripped her waist. He heaved her back and forth on the table, tugging her against his wild thrusts. His cock kept pumping into her.

  Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Ulfr let out a cry as he trembled violently with his stiff cock impaled deep within her. Their orgasms joined as one racing through their bodies, their mouths locked together and Adriana felt his cum flooding in her. She grabbed his neck and her legs shot outward.

  With a few final thrusts, Ulfr drained is balls into Adriana's womb. His cum began sliding down her legs. Adriana's eyes were closed as if blissfully asleep. Her mouth curled into a smile and her exhausted legs dangled flaccidly over the table.

  "Take my seed," he whispered against her ear.

  A cold shiver ran down her spine. There was something ominous about his words. His hand caressed her blonde hair.

  Filling a female with his seed was like branding her as his mate for life. It was forbidden for werewolves, males and females, to mate with a human unless of course you chose to be bonded to a human for the remainder of your life. Vaginal secretions and semen acted as a method to modify the human giving them werewolf features, but it wasn't as permanent as a bite.

  Just coming inside a human wasn't enough to completely change Adriana but it wasn't recommended either. Even now, he wanted to mark her as belonging to him. His seed had forged a bond between him and Adriana. Just one time wouldn't harm her but if he kept coming in her again and again, she'd be bonded to him. That bond could eventually be shattered but it would cause a great amount of pain for the both of them.

  That was why not everybody could be transformed. The council of elders had the ultimate authority to decide who could be changed. Only an Alpha male under attenuating circumstances could go over the head of the council of elders.

  Time was running out. It would be a full moon in three days and that meant telling her the
truth or leaving her forever.

  "Forgive me Adriana," he said.

  She didn't hear him because her mind slipped into unconsciousness.

  Ulfr simply lay on top of her limp body with his head cushioned on her breasts. The cabin grew eerily silent. Adriana was spent. She'd never felt anything remotely close to this. She felt truly like a woman and was well beyond sexually satisfied.

  With his hands clutching the mounds of her bottom, Ulfr picked her up and carried her limp body to the bed.

  The End.

  Please

  He was not much taller than I was with beautiful brown eyes and black hair. He had a presence about him that would make people stop. He was strong, powerful even, but he was not in any way a mean man. On the contrary, when you had him in your corner you just knew things would be all right in the end. I had gotten to know him almost a year ago and we had become friends even when I felt his was way out of my league, even as a friend.

  He always flirted with me, but I was always too scared to flirt back or even believe it was real. I couldn't believe a man like him would want me. I tried to deny his attraction towards me, but I could no longer mistake the hunger in his eyes when he looked at me.

  He always watched me move, like a hunter marking his prey. His gaze was predatory and that scared me, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was all male and I had never met anyone like him before.

  He enthralled me, but the aura of danger that seemed to surround him made me nervous. I always fumbled and blushed when he was around, hoping he didn't notice me messing up. He always did though, and his smile was ever-present. He knew why I kept fumbling in his presence.

  Lately, it had been increasingly hard for me to keep my fantasies in the bedroom, where I would lie and think of him while I was touching myself. I would come hard, calling out his name. The thought of him had been teasing me for months and had finally started to consume me.

  One night, I was playing with myself and fantasizing about him once again. Thinking about him always gave me a feeling of falling. No, it was more than that. It was like I was desperate to fall, to keep falling and falling. It was a feeling that made my knees weak and something I couldn't describe build up inside me. I was starting to feel like I couldn't be without him anymore; my need for him was overriding my fears for the first time.

  I wanted him to take over, to let me have it. I wanted him to push me to my limits, to use me, to take me. I needed him to leave me with marks I could look at later and think about him, about what went on. I wanted to be weak and, for the first time, let him see it without me being too embarrassed to admit it. I would be anything he asked me to be, do anything he asked of me. I needed him and the mere thought of him was not enough anymore. Not when the thought alone was almost enough to make me come. I could not stand it anymore and I needed to let him know.

  I didn't care what he thought of my fumbling anymore, I needed things to change. I needed to finally ask him. No, not ask. I needed to beg. I needed to beg for him to fuck me, to take me, to kiss me, to touch me. "Damn. Is this what being in heat is like?" I wondered, confused but determined to at least try.

  "I can't stand another second without him."

  I didn't have the courage to call him; I didn't trust my voice anymore. So I sent him a text message, which read, 'I can't do this anymore. I can't play this game. Finish it and come and take me. No more playing around. Please.' I started to shake as soon as my finger hit the send button.

  Within two minutes the answer arrived. 'Where are you? Are you at home? I'm coming over.'

  It felt like time stopped when I read his reply. The 20 minutes it took for him to arrive were the longest of my life.

  Then again, I always found ways to occupy myself when I was waiting for him to come over and this time was no different. I sometimes wondered if he had any idea of how I had been touching myself and moaning his name just minutes before he came in, or if he could smell what I had just done in the air.

  After the longest while I heard a knock on the door. I rushed to open it, I knew how he hated to be kept waiting. I felt the cold air from outside rush to meet me, sobering my thoughts for a second. I let him in and suddenly I couldn't look him in the eye anymore. I was frozen to the spot, afraid to touch him. Just one word slipped through my lips, so quietly I could only hope he had heard it. "Please."

  He understood. The very second the word had passed from my lips, the door slammed shut and I was being pushed against the wall, his hands holding my wrists above my head. Everything was spinning as he pressed against me and his freezing cold jacket burned my skin.

  All the power I thought had this past few weeks left me. I could no longer fight this. I surrendered. His mouth was on mine, his tongue in my mouth, demanding, his lips swallowing my moans and my pleas. I kept repeating one word even if it was lost in the midst of everything else. "Please."

  My knees started to weaken and if he hadn't been holding me, I wouldn't have been able to keep myself upright, not even with the wall at my back. His hot breath caressed my neck as he whispered, "I've been waiting for you to be ready."

  He let go of my hands and they fell against my sides; I had nothing left in me to hold them up, no strength to do anything else but feel. His hands were strong, like they were made of steel, and all over my body, touching me everywhere. They were in my hair, pulling it to give him better access to my neck. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing and kneading them. They were grabbing my ass, touching my face, making my back arch under his touch.

  His fingers zeroed in under my skirt. I had chosen it specifically for this. He had once commented on it being a bit too slutty to wear in public, but he had seemed to like it anyway.

  "Are you wet, baby? Are you wet for me already?" he asked.

  I could only moan in response. I felt his movements, his fingers creeping up my thighs, closer to the heat. I knew he would soon feel how wet I was for him. I know I should have been embarrassed, but I wanted him to feel what he did to me. I needed him to touch me, to touch my pussy.

  I spread my legs a little wider to give him better access. His fingers stopped just over my panties and I was sure he could feel the heat I radiated. He didn't go any further than that and I wanted to cry. I was so frustrated. I needed him to take me right then and there. "Please," I begged.

  Suddenly he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. He knew his way around my place, having been there so many times before. He kicked the door open and threw me roughly onto my bed.

  "Stay still," he commanded. "Watch me."

  He looked me straight in the eyes and started taking his clothes off. His leather jacket fell to the floor. Then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and with every button that came undone, I could feel the same thing happening to me. I was getting wetter by the moment.

  I felt my urgency for him in my fingers; I so wanted to touch him. I felt it in my mouth, the need to kiss him, to taste him, to shout his name, to beg him. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. Lastly, I felt my pussy starting to ache with a need I knew only he could satisfy.

  His shirt was on the floor and he began unbuckling his belt. I wanted to feel that leather on my skin. I wanted him to tie me up with it someday. I wanted him so much; I needed him to own me.

  The rest of his clothes soon followed and he was standing before me naked and hard.

  "Do you like what you see, baby girl? See what you have been missing out on?" he asked.

  I held my breath and I couldn't stop looking at him. He exuded raw power and an untamed wildness. He was beautiful and strong.

  He leant over and grabbed my shirt, ripping it in half. The buttons went flying everywhere and I started to shake with my need for him. In an almost violent frenzy, he got rid of the rest of my clothes. My skirt and underwear were gone before I even noticed. In no time at all, I was naked before him, like I had dreamt of being since the day I had met him. His eyes were all over me.

  "Please," I begged. I couldn't stand ano
ther second without him inside of me. "Please."

  The tension in the air was almost unbearable. I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want to let it end now that I had come so close. I was frustrated and nervous, but I didn't want to wait anymore.

  Then, suddenly, his hard mouth was on mine, his body on top of me. Our tongues met and I got lost in the sensations of him kissing me. I started to touch him everywhere. I needed to feel his body, to feel his strength over me. I needed to run my nails over his back. I needed to draw him even closer to me. I wanted to feel his full weight on me. I needed to feel that this was real, that he was there, and that this was not another one of my fantasies that would leave me feeling empty the next morning. No more cheap substitutes, I could not handle them anymore.

  He was on top of me and I felt his hardness pressing against me. It was hot and as hard as steel. I arched my back and wrapped my legs around him, trying to bring him closer to me so that I could feel every inch of him and all of his strength.

  Without any warning, he drove his cock into me. He didn't hesitate, but I knew he wouldn't. There would be no more games and no more delay. I could only moan in response.

  He started pounding into me while whispering in my ear, "That's it, baby. You wanted this. You wanted me. Now you're having me, all of me. No compromises. Beg me, baby. Beg me to let you come. Beg me."

  I could feel myself shaking as I pleaded and chanted his name. "Please. Please, yes. Please. Please!"

  I felt waves of heat rolling over me, engulfing me, demanding my surrender. My back arched and my hands grabbed the sheets, grabbed him and anything else I could reach.

  I shouted his name when I came, my pussy quivering around his hard member. He didn't stop, instead he started to fuck me even harder. With each thrust, I fell further, moaning his name, pleading with him. Begging him. I couldn't stop, even when my voice started to become hoarse.

  He bit my nipples, pulling them with his teeth and leaving his marks on me. His hands pushed me down on to the mattress, his grip becoming rougher and tighter the closer he got to his orgasm. His fingers gripping my shoulders felt like they were made of iron.