Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  He did not try to guess again.

  The End.

  The Inspection

  I was finishing wiping down the counters at the bar when he walked in. Immediately when I saw him my heart started to race and I felt the rush of color to my face. I had seen him at one of the tables earlier that evening, before the rest of the bar crowd left. I realized then that I had forgotten to lock the front door.

  "Sorry but we are closed," I said to him softly, trying not to make eye contact with him.

  A low chuckle escaped his lips as he watched me move around the bar, wiping down the counters and throwing remaining beer bottles in the trash.

  I glanced back over at him, his presence suddenly making me anxious. My eyes met his, though only for a moment, as his eyes slowly lowered nonchalantly to look at the rest of my body. I thought about how I must look to him. I was sure I was blushing. I was wearing a black skirt that barely covered my ass, a white button down blouse and a simple pair of tennis shoes. After a few long, anxious moments for me his dark eyes met mine again. I tensed as I glanced over at my cell phone that was sitting on the counter. I was sure it was obvious to him how uneasy his presence made me.

  Again the same low chuckle came from his lips. "What's the matter pet? Don't recognize me?" he asked me in an amused voice.

  My eyes snapped back over to him, only one thought on my mind. I gasped as I quickly spun back around, realization hitting me.

  "Kneel," was all he said as he pointed to the tiled floor in front of him.

  I hesitated, still trying to accept that he was actually there. I took a deep breath as I looked over at him unsurely.

  "Now." he said sternly, raising his voice slightly.

  I gasped and quickly hurried to where he had pointed and took my position in front of him just like he had taught me. My back was straight, head slightly bowed, my hands were sitting palms lightly on my thighs, and my knees parted, revealing my pink thong.

  "Relax pet," he said gently to me as he placed one of his hands over one of mine. I hadn't realized that I was trembling. I glanced up at him and took a deep breath, nodding my head as I again took my eyes away from his.

  "Good girl," he said as his hand slid underneath my skirt, pushing my panties to the side. I felt his fingers slide across my clit and then parted my pussy lips sliding his fingers around my already moist flesh. I smiled slightly as I figured out what he was doing, thankful that I had remembered to shave that morning. He had always told me that he would inspect me to make sure that I was keeping myself smooth for him.

  He pulled his hand away and I swear I saw him smile. "Hello, good to finally see you pet," he said to me.

  He got to his feet and hit the bar with his palm gently, "Up here pet," he instructed.

  I looked up at him questioningly.

  He sighed heavily as he looked down at me. "Do not hesitate again or I will have to punish you," he scolded me.

  I scrambled to my feet and hoisted myself up onto the bar, facing him. He gently took my ankles in his hands, swinging each of them over one side of the bar so that my legs were spread for him. He reached under my skirt and in one swift motion tore my thong away from my pussy, causing me to gasp.

  "You will be silent," he instructed bluntly.

  I bit my lip and nodded my head as he flipped up my skirt, exposing my bare pussy to him. He ran his fingers along it gently and then down to my clit and I forced back a gasp. He reached up and kissed me gently on the lips, giving me a small smile as he pulled away.

  I watched him closely as he once again looked over my exposed form to him, hoping he liked what he saw. He reached up and gripped the top of my blouse in his hand, quickly tugging downward, causing all the buttons to scatter across the bar floor.

  He unhooked my bra and tossed it to the side, then pressed gently on my chest. "Lay back."

  I nodded my head and obeyed.

  His fingers slowly trailed down the back of my legs, down to the delicate skin near my pussy lips. I bit my lips, trying to stifle a moan as he continued his inspection of my body. His strong fingers then trailed down, getting so very close to my asshole, causing me to tighten up underneath his touch. I felt his hands slide up my thighs towards my already soaking wet pussy, slightly embarrassed that he was going to notice just how much of an effect he had on me. His fingers again parted my wet pussy lips and slowly probed inside, sending a strong urge through me. Almost involuntarily I lifted my hips towards his fingers trying to get them deeper inside me. He looked over at me, a look of warning in his eyes.

  "Sorry sir." I murmured as I lowered my hips.

  "Forgiven," he said mostly under his breath as he pulled his fingers out and held them up to my mouth, then quickly forced them in. "Clean them slut," he instructed bluntly.

  I stifled a moan as I sucked the wetness of myself from his fingers, savoring the taste, until he quickly pulled them from my mouth, resulting in a "popping" sound. He chuckled slightly, causing a smile to come to my face. His hands then ran along my midsection to what he knew were my sensitive breasts. He pulled back and then quickly flicked one of my nipples with his thumb and forefinger, causing me to inhale sharply

  He smirked slightly, gauging my reactions to his touch. Then his mouth went to my breast, sucking on the nipple while his strong hand kneaded my other breast.

  I moaned again, I knew better than to make a lot of noise when I played for him on the webcam, however this was different. Suddenly his teeth bit into my nipple and tugged on it, causing a loud groan to escape my lips and my body to lunge forward slightly.

  "Ssh..." he said gently as he pulled away, his fingers again plunging into my soaking pussy then tracing my own wetness on my upper lip.

  He then continued his assault on my breasts, kneading one and pinching the nipple while he sucked and chewed on the other, switching sides intermittently. His bites would send shoots of pleasure through my body straight to my pussy; I couldn't stop my slight twisting of my hips underneath him.

  My hands were gripping the sides of the bar as he drove my arousal further and further up. I glanced at him again; he looked really smug as he tugged on my nipple with his teeth, causing me to whimper again.

  "Hush," he scolded with a slight smirk, knowing that I would have trouble containing myself.

  I cursed him under my breath for being so calm while he was making me writhe and whimper in need from just his touch. I hadn't even seen his cock yet. I told myself that this was where he wanted me, and I wanted my body to be pleasing to him. So I took a deep breath and tried to focus.

  His teasing of my breasts continued for a few minutes before his fingers from one hand plunged into my pussy, moving them in and out rapidly, the sound of my wetness echoing through the empty bar. I moaned again as he used his strong fingers to pinch one of my nipples. I was getting really caught up in the sensations and forgetting myself as I got closer to the tipping point, he knew it too.

  I was getting a bit more vocal with my moans. After one especially loud one his mouth quickly dove down to my pussy. He took my swollen clit in his mouth and gave it a couple of licks, practically sending me flying off the bar. I thought I saw him grin before he took my clit in his mouth and started to suck it. That sent me tumbling over the edge. I gripped the bar even tighter as my hips thrust upward, a strong orgasm washing over me. "Oh God yes..." I squealed as I tilted my head back in pure pleasure. He just stood back, watching me with an amused expression on his face.

  When I had somewhat regained my composure he spoke to me, his expression unreadable, "Forget something my pet?"

  I blinked my mind racing. It only took a few seconds for the realization to hit me. I gasped audibly as I watched him, his expressions remaining stern but amused at the same time. I took a second to consider what to say to him. "Sir I know I am supposed to ask permission but..."

  "I hope you aren't going to make any excuses pet, you know the rules. No orgasms without my explicit permission. It is not a complex request," he sa
id to me quickly.

  I moaned softly as I nodded my head. "Yes sir," I said a little bit sullenly.

  "And I believe that you will have to be punished. Do you disagree?"

  "No sir," I said as I lowered my eyes.

  "Good, my pet, I still believe you are a bit too modest with me, so when we get back to your place you are going to masturbate for me. You will go straight to your room, spread those pretty little legs, use your fingers to spread that slutty cunt and wait for me."

  "Sir, what..?" I questioned unsurely as I looked up at him, not completely understanding why he was doing this.

  He cut me off with a sharp smack to my pussy as he looked at me sternly, "Finish up your work here pet."

  I moaned softly, almost groaning as I slid off the bar. I didn't really think it was fair that he showed up at my job without warning me about his arrival, then he came and practically forced me to an orgasm without even a warning. Now he was going to take me back to my apartment.

  I inhaled sharply as I realized the disheveled state that my apartment was in. Another thing he had made quite clear to me, he didn't want his slut living like a slob. I put a smile on my face as I put the broom away, grabbing my purse and slipping on my jacket.

  "Sir, maybe we could get a hotel with a hot tub maybe? My treat, I mean maybe since you came all the way out here."

  He must have sensed my nervousness from my voice as his expression immediately hardened. "My pet, you aren't trying to hide something from me are you?" he asked almost knowingly.

  I lowered my head silently as I felt tears well up in my eyes, knowing that I was not doing a very good job of proving that I was worthy of him. "I am sor..."

  Again he cut me off, "Now, now, pet take it easy," He said to me gently as he reached up and brushed the tears off my face. "Show me to your apartment and we can talk there, after your first punishment. I have a feeling there is going to be a second," he said to me as he held out his hand.

  I put my shaking hand in his stronger one, glancing up at him. My anxiety must have been written all over my face and he gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. "Relax my little pet," was all he said as we walked out of the bar together.

  The End.

  Pool Tied

  "Ok, Jaime," Susan said. "You can tie on my gag now. And you know how to set everything up when you leave."

  Jaime nodded, and fastened the gag on Susan's mouth. All she could hear was a "Mrmph" from Susan. Giving her a kiss on the cheek, she left Susan hanging there and passed through the patio door, closing it behind her. She hung the riding crop on the door handle, and taped the note to the glass. Then she pulled the curtains closed in front of the door. She pinned another note to the curtain. Turning, she made her way to the front door, checking the room as she did. It looked just right. She placed the last note on the chair just inside the front door, and walked outside, making sure that the door was slightly ajar and unlocked.

  Meanwhile, Susan could feel her arms stretched over her head. The blindfold prevented her from seeing anything, but she could feel the sunlight on her naked body as she hung suspended from the pergola next to the pool, her feet barely touching the warm patio blocks. She and her girlfriend had decided to bind, blindfold and gag her, and leave her for when husband, whom she called "Daddy," came home - as a surprise and a present. She tingled as she thought of what a helpless and pretty picture she presented. The slight breeze blowing across the patio cooled her, causing her pert nips to rise in response. "I wonder how long I'll have to wait?" she thought to herself.

  "Hello?" He said at the front door. "Is anybody home?" Seeing the front door ajar, he slowly pushed it open. "Hello?" he said, again. Then he saw the note. Picking it up, he read: "Follow the trail... if you're man enough." He raised his eyebrow in surprise at the contents and challenge in the note. Looking up, he noticed a blouse over the chair in the living room. And, further beyond it, a skirt on the floor. He walked over to them and picked them up. Then he came to the panties on the couch arm. Lacy and light, they were still warm and moist. He brought them to his nose and inhaled. They were still scented with her female essence. Now, standing before the curtains hiding the patio, he read the note: "A surprise awaits...." Pulling the curtains aside, he sucked in his breath at the sight. There she was... naked... bound... gagged... and blindfolded. Beautiful and helpless in the sunlight. And another note on the glass? "I await your pleasure." Smiling, he picked up the riding crop, and opening the sliding glass door, stepped out onto the patio deck.

  Slowly, he walked around her naked and helpless body. She had been well tied. Just her ankles, to prevent her from moving, and her wrists were tied and pulled up over her head. He could see her erect nipples, and the sunlight glistening off her skin. A pretty picture, indeed. He ran the riding crop over her breasts, seeing her shudder and stiffen. She had been dozing in the warm sunlight. Now she was aware of his presence. He stroked her helpless flesh. Down between her breasts to her taut belly. Around her hips to her inviting ass. Ah, yes! Her ass! He gave a slight twitch of his wrist, slapping the end of the riding crop against her cheek. Slap! She rocked on her toes, and presented the other cheek for him. Again, he obliged her. Slap! Warming up to the task, he increased the force of his strokes, as well as the frequency, applying the end of the riding crop to her entire ass cheeks. Slap! Smack! Again, and again. SPLAT! SMACK! SLAP! Harder. Ever faster. She moaned. Beads of sweat broke out on her body, as she reacted to her punishment. She moaned and bucked. Finally, she stiffened... and fell limp, her head dropping. She had reached her climax, and passed out.

  Silently, he put down the riding crop. Exiting through the patio door, he took the notes off the door and curtain. He picked up the clothing as he quickly walked to the front door. Taking the note from the chair, he closed the front door as he left, smiling.

  Some time later - Susan woke from her darkness as someone removed her gag. "My God, Susan!" she heard "Daddy" say, "What happened?" She could feel her blindfold being removed. Blinking in the sunlight, she saw him looking at her, concerned. Her ankles were untied, and then he let her down, slowly, to a chair under her. He untied the rope binding her wrists together. Susan rubbed her ankles and wrists, bringing back the circulation. "How did you get like this," he asked, concerned.

  Susan looked up at him. "I did it for you, Daddy!" she said.

  "What are you talking about, Susan?" he asked. "I just found you like this when I came home."

  "But, but, but..." she stammered. "What about the notes?" she asked. "But, you were just here!" she cried. "Weren't you?"

  "What do you mean, Susan?" he said. "I just showed up, and found you like this." He pointed to the rope and riding crop.

  Susan was confused. If it wasn't it her daddy who found her tied up and disciplined her as she wanted and needed, then who? "Oh, my GOD!" She thought. "It could have been anyone!"

  "Uh, I don't know, Daddy..." she whispered, confused, leaving her sentence unfinished.

  "Well, my dear," he rejoined, "I see you've had an interesting morning at any rate." Getting up, he slowly walked away - smiling, fondling her panties in his pocket.

  "I must find a way to thank Jaime for letting me in on their little plan." he thought as he made his way back inside.

  The End.

  The Deal

  She had rehearsed this or had at least tried to. The question was whether or not she could convince a devoted father and presumably faithful husband to engage in an affair. She now knew her own husband was an arrogant ass who possessed her. In the man in front of her she found the man she hoped her husband could be on the inside and was not. In the man in front she had found a way to see the inner beauty. To be fair, Hale possessed handsome features and the large frame of a former athlete covered in over one hundred extra pounds.

  "Are you serious?" Hale couldn't believe his ears.

  "Serious enough to not want to say it again. At least not here." Jen looked around to make sure no one had heard. Part of her wanted to take it
back, but it was out there now and she needed to hear a response.

  "Let's take a walk into the foyer." They were in the group fitness area of the gym she trained at and had convinced Hale to join. Jen had met Hale several months ago in the parent area of the martial arts center their children attended and found new reasons to like him every day. She hadn't realized she felt an attraction to him until very recently and her tendency to swoop in and solve the problems of others was taking center stage. To look at the two of them as an item would be interesting indeed as Jen was the image of physical beauty and Hale was in need of some serious work.

  "I'm sorry if I offended you." She began to back pedal as they reached the lobby.

  "Stop right there. I've got something to say about this, but first I have to understand why you would want to. Yes, I need help, yes you are a personal trainer and are in fantastic shape and if I may add that I do find you to be beautiful - now might be the appropriate time to mention it. But why? Why me? We are both married."

  "Because we need each other at this moment. How many times have you told me about how often you fail to go to the gym? I thought a little incentive might help. I see you as a great man and dad, you seem to be a great husband too, but I don't want to hurt your marriage, I want to help it. This would just be reward sex, no emotions for you and no strings for you."

  "You are crazy. What can you really see in me?" Hale could be effortlessly self-effacing, but also really approaching the danger zone of low self esteem.

  Jen was feeling as though she had made a critical mistake. She signed and began to explain in a defeated voice: "You are one of the few men I've ever met that seems to respect me for more than my face and tits. It seems weird. I married the wrong man, that is my fault and I have no right to project his on you. I need you more than you need me and I just hoped you might find me attractive enough to take a chance. I don't know maybe I hoped this would give you enough incentive to take you to the level you need to get to in your life. Are you satisfied? If not I can help. The reward is for both of us."