Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  She then dipped the fake cock into me a few times, making sure I was ready and still wet. She pulled my legs up over her arms and began fucking me slowly. She slid the cock out in a tantalizingly slow rhythm all the way out and then slammed it back in hard. She set my legs down on the bed and reached down to play with the plug in my ass as she fucked me. As she fucked me with the rubber cock and played with the butt plug, I felt my orgasm building. The pleasure of being fucked and the pain/pleasure of the plug was overwhelming. I began to beg her to make me cum. I needed my release so bad. My body was on fire as the flames of lust engulfed me. I was nearly sobbing as tears ran down my face as I began to cum. She kept pounding me harder and faster, her mind on the revenge she was taking out on me. I screamed as she fucked me over the edge of pleasure until I begged for her to stop. My clit was over sensitized, I couldn't handle anymore orgasms. But she didn't stop. The more I begged, the harder and faster she fucked me. She grabbed her tits and then screamed her release. Her cum exploded all around the strap on, down her legs, all over me and the bed.

  She finally withdrew the cock and crawled over to my face, thrusting the cock down my throat. I eagerly opened my throat and began sucking the delicious mixture of her cum and mine. She slapped my tits as she fucked my mouth for a little while and then she withdrew the dildo and took it off. She took the strap on and put it away in her bag and grabbed something I couldn't see. The next thing I knew, her hand was covering my face with a rag and my world was black again. The next morning I woke feeling groggy. I wasn't tied to the bed anymore. But as I got out of bed, my pussy and my breasts ached from last night's pleasurable capture. As I showered, I contemplated the night before. I really didn't like paying for someone else's crimes and I didn't like being held against my will. But, I orgasmed over and over. I begged for that woman to fuck me. By the end of my shower, I convinced myself that it was just a one time weird psycho bitch who had been affected by the crime scenes of L.A. So I decided to forget it ever happened and went on with my life.

  About a month later, I was representing a very rich, very suave, but very guilty businessman. This man had his hand in literally everything gone wrong. From prostitution, to drugs, and black market antiques, this guy was undeniably guilty, in every way. But nevertheless, I was getting paid to find him innocent. After six months, he was proven innocent. I have to admit though, the prosecution did have a very compelling case, but I am just that good.

  Once again, celebrating with the team and friends, we were having a great time. And even though I had put the past behind me, I wasn't going to take any chances of being raped again, even though I inwardly love it. I had asked one of the guys' on the case to take me home. He said he wasn't ready, but his cousin was there and he'd take me. So there we were driving downtown towards my apartment when the guy started acting funny. I thought he was just drunk, but my radar went off just a little. He went about 2 blocks the other way and said he was taking a shortcut. I really started to get worried when he pulled into an abandoned warehouse and said his car wasn't driving right. He got out and he popped the hood. I got out to see if I could help him at all and when I went around to the front, his hand came around and clamped a rag over my face.

  I woke once again to find myself naked and in a much more compromising position. I was lying on my stomach on a mattress on the ground. There was a post where my hands were tied with a chain and my ankles were also chained to another post behind me. I moved my head to the side to see my friends cousin sitting there with his hand on his cock stroking himself through his pants. Right next to him was the woman from the first time.

  "Well, glad to see you're awake," she smiled.

  "Who is that?" I asked as I looked at him.

  "This is my boyfriend who's business fell to your win. The criminal you set free now owns it and it's all your fault. My boyfriend's life is ruined. You seem to be good at ruining peoples' lives," she said. "And now, you are here at his and my mercy. And there's not a fucking thing you can do about it is there? But as I recall, you didn't really hate it that much. As I recall you begged me to make you cum, over and over and over," she said as her boyfriend got up.

  He undid his pants and threw them on his chair along with his boxers and his shirt. He then came up in front of me and ordered me on my hands and knees. I did as he asked and he came up with his cock in his hand. And what a large cock it was. It was at least twice as big as my boyfriends'. He rubbed it all over my face, slapping me in the mouth. He rubbed the head over my lips and told me to open my mouth and to suck it. I opened my mouth and he began to slide his huge dick into me.

  "You better be good at giving blowjobs bitch, or else you'll pay," he said as he began sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. He grabbed my head and used it as leverage as he fucked my mouth. His cock grew harder and longer as he fucked me. As he continued to rape my mouth, the woman came up behind me and began playing with me. She ran her hands all over my ass, spanking me hard and then kissed the sting away. She teased my ass and my already wet slit.

  "You really like this, don't you, you fucking whore," she said as she felt my wetness with her fingers.

  I could only moan with his cock deep down my throat, but I wasn't sure if it was a yes or a no. She took my moan as a yes and began to lick my tight asshole. I moaned again and pushed my ass into her face. She reached her hand around and began to play with my swollen clit. She pinched, tweaked, and rolled my hard nub until I was whimpering and moaning wanting to cum. Her tongue speared my asshole and she began to fuck it. Her boyfriend pounded his cock harder and deeper down my throat as she fucked me in the ass with her tongue and played with my clit. A few minutes went by and I was cumming. My juices ran down my thighs and the woman licked it up. She then went over to her boyfriend and kissed him, making sure he tasted my sweet cum.

  Her boyfriend then withdrew his cock from my mouth and he came around behind me. He rubbed his cock up and down my dripping wet slit getting his cock nice and wet. He touched the tip of his cock to my asshole and I moaned. I felt him move away for an instant and then his cock drove deep into my womb. I cried out as his cock filled and stretched my tight pussy. He slowly began fucking me. He withdrew his cock until only the tip was left in me and then slammed his hips into my ass. I clenched onto the mattress as he pounded my pussy. From my reaction to his cock, he started to play with my asshole with his thumb. I moaned and pushed back into him. He picked up the rhythm as he began to fuck me at a faster pace.

  The woman came over and laid down and pulled my head towards her glistening pussy. I had never eaten a woman out before. I didn't know what to do. She pressed my face against her mound and I hesitantly and slowly began to lick her wet slit. Her moans of pleasure urged me on and I started eating her cunt like a madwoman. I licked her faster and her pussy became wetter. Her orgasm was building as she watched her boyfriend fuck me from behind. He was now fucking me deep and hard, almost to the point of pain. But the lust overrode the pain and soon I began to cum. I screamed into the woman's pussy as my orgasm began overtaking me. My cum squirted from my pussy all over the his huge cock and onto the mattress below. My body writhed in pleasure, sobs of lustful ecstasy resounded through the empty warehouse. When my orgasm subsided, the man withdrew his cock and the woman moved behind me and began to eat my sopping pussy. My cunt twitched with aftershocks of my orgasm.

  The woman's boyfriend came up behind her and rubbed his cock all over her ass and her wet slit. She moaned and begged him to fuck her as she ate my pussy. He rubbed his rock hard cock all over her wet mound and then thrust it inside her. She gasped into my cunt as he penetrated her deep. He began fucking her fast and hard. Her hand came around and she slid two fingers into my stretched pussy. I moaned with pleasure as her fingers probed me deep. Her tongue teased my clit mercilessly as she finger fucked me. Her boyfriend was moaning and talking dirty to her as he pistoned her like a wild stallion. The woman screamed as she began to cum again. She begged her boyfriend to fuck her harder
and he gripped her hips as his cock drove deeper and deeper into her womb. Her cum ran all over his cock, down her legs and on top of my cum from earlier.

  Watching her boyfriend fuck her was like a very powerful aphrodisiac and I was ready to cum again. My pussy ached and throbbed from her finger fucking me and teasing my clit. She moved over and her boyfriend came up behind me again, this time rubbing his cock all over my asshole. The woman used her spit and my pussy juice to make sure it was wet enough. I was a little scared, I've never been anal fucked before. But I was also really turned on. And of course the lust, overrode the scared feelings. He slowly started sliding his cock into my ass. Inch by inch he slid it in until he was all the way in and then he began to fuck me. As he fucked my tight asshole the woman laid down and positioned herself underneath me and slid her fingers back into my dripping wet cunt. Her tongue flicked and teased my clit while her fingers fucked me hard.

  Soon after I began to cum. My screams of pleasure ripped through my body and echoed loudly through the warehouse. I begged him to fuck my ass harder and faster, not being able to get enough of his huge dick penetrating my ass. When my orgasm subsided, the woman moved out from underneath me and the man slid his huge cock from my ass and moved around to the front of me and thrust his cock into my eager mouth. He quickly began jerking off, telling me to take his cum. The woman knelt beside me, her mouth open awaiting her boyfriends hot jism. Soon he began to orgasm and his grunts of pleasure filled my ears with sweet music as his cum began to squirt all over our faces. Jet after jet, his cum hit me all over the face, his warm runny love juice covering me in the evident rageful lust. I licked as much as I could from my lips and the woman turned to me and kissed me. Tasting his and my own cum sent shivers down my body. I reveled in the muskiness of sex on my lips. She pulled away and smiled evilly.

  "Think about this Ms. Hotshot lawyer. Every time you win a big case. Every time you set a guilty man free. Every time you are celebrating a victory with your co-workers, this is going to happen. You are going to get raped, abused, and tortured sexually in every way imaginable. And you are going to like it. You like feeling helpless. You like not being able to get away and being at someone else's mercy. You like your ass and your cunt to be fucked hard and rough like the slut you are," she said and then my world went black.

  I woke the next morning in my own bed. I got up and was painfully reminded of last nights events by my aching body. My pussy was painfully sore and my ass felt like it was on fire. I walked to the living room and there was a box with a bow sitting on the table. I opened the box and there was a clit clamp and a butt plug with a note saying, "for the next time we meet..."

  I sighed. On the outside I didn't want this. But on the inside, I craved it. I needed it. I couldn't wait to win my next case.

  The End.

  A Dominatrix Night Off

  You were running down the steps two at a time in your haste to catch her, but she had disappeared into the cavern-like gloom at the foot of the stairs. Every now and again, strobe lights probed the darkness, and the vibration from the speakers shook the sparkle of dust in the multi coloured lasers. The music was unfamiliar, and seemed to have no tune or rhythm.

  Despite the music, dancers were crowding the space, leather and rubber being the predominant fashion, with chains and plenty of body piercing in view. Even with your strength and persistence, these people seemed intent on holding you up. You swore in frustration, as you felt your chance slipping away; your whole attention on finding that woman who had been sitting tormenting you for the past 20 minutes, remembering the uncrossed legs, which parted slightly when you approached, then moved slowly and teasingly, as she adjusted her position on the stool, and you saw, only for the briefest moment, the pink, shell like folds of her shaved pussy.

  She wouldn't accept a drink, but she had smiled up at you, her gaze direct, and challenging, when all you were trying to do was to look down her blouse, to the black satin bra, which held back her soft breasts, tightly pushing up her cleavage, putting you in mind of how your cock might feel if allowed to slide between the bra and her pale skin. She had made you work for her attention, not putting you down at all, but teasing you with her pointed tongue caught briefly between her teeth, and her gentle laugh; you could see her eyes clearly sizing you up, then moving her legs, those tantalising legs, and smoothing down the tiny skirt, which hardly covered the tops of her long, black stockings.

  When, after the few minutes you had been speaking to her, she suggested that you moved to the club downstairs, you really thought you had cracked it. As she slid from the stool, you realised she was wearing heels so high you wouldn't need to stoop to get your hands on her naked bottom, and you felt the beginnings of a hard on, as you had a quick vision of dancing with her in your arms. Her black clad figure had stepped quickly from the bar, the heels no impediment; both men and women moved aside, almost as if the woman was actually dangerous. She turned to you at the top of the stairs, smiled in a secretive sort of way, and you had followed, watching her long legs disappear into the dark cavern below.

  In a total strop of frustration you pushed your way across the mass of people, and over to a landing of sorts, where you were able to look across the floor, searching the crowd for her. But there was no chance, the lights and the crush made it an impossible task. You stood, a pull of disappointment dragging at you, so keen it was almost painful. Turning to retrace your steps, you almost didn't see a curtain twitch across an alcove, then, to your amazement, she looked out, and without any surprise at seeing you there, she smiled, and disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared.

  You were utterly enthralled, she was clearly playing some sort of game with you, and you couldn't wait to find out what it was. Reaching the curtain, you yanked it aside, and pushed against the door behind it. Disappointingly there was no sign of the woman. However, as you pushed your way in, standing beyond the door, you saw someone else.

  Your first reaction was disappointment; it was not the woman you were seeking, but curiosity as always overcame any caution, so you advanced towards the tall, leather clad figure. She had long red hair, thigh high boots, and was leaning against what looked like a bar stool. The light from the naked bulb above her made the lines of the short leather skirt and low cut top appear two dimensional. She moved slowly, to stand upright, and then walked slowly towards you, smiling, red lips and white teeth all that was visible. She was masked, the top part of her face was covered; but undeniably attractive for all that. She came to a standstill, her pointed toes twelve or so inches away from your shoes, and, apart from the slight smile flickering around her mouth, she stood perfectly still. You were not at all sure you should be here, and her stillness was deeply unnerving. When she finally closed in, you held your ground, becoming aware of the perfume, like roses, dark chocolate and pussy, just perceptible on the chilled air.

  You were feeling the excitement now, the fascination of the unknown, the sexual pull exerted by the redhead, with her leather clad body and deep cleavage, as she moved to your side, slipped her arm around yours, and moved back toward the pool of light, taking you with her. You could feel the warmth of her body, curvaceous under the leather, pressing against you, as she turned you around to push your back against the wall; her slippery thighs firm against your legs, then the heat of her pussy, just lower than your cock, followed by the length of her body gently moving in to allow you to feel the warm heaviness of her, the teasing push of her breasts displayed almost under your nose. Her pointed chin was lifted, and as her smile flickered on again, you wanted to get hold of her long hair, and pull her backwards, so you could see her nipples, which were almost peeking over the top of the leather laced up corset she was wearing. But she was too quick for you, and, before you had worked out what she was doing, she had both your wrists fastened securely to chains held by the hooks in the wall.

  As slowly as she had poured herself against you she backed off. She stood, motionless, and you could see the almost imperceptible
shake of her pulse, throbbing in her neck, and shaking a tiny tremor in her breast. You also felt the beat of your own heart, as the full impact of your situation made the hair on your arms stand on end. This place was clearly some sort of sex pit, and the woman now calmly sizing you up was possibly a big mistake. The thought of sex with her brought back the memory of the blonde upstairs, and a vision of the pink flash of her cunt under her skirt, made your blood pound fiercely, despite the strangeness of the situation.

  As the woman gazed at you, an almost tangible sexual tension in the air made you conscious of the throb of your cock. Although you were not uncomfortable, you would be powerless to hold her off, and you could see, by the defiant tilt of her head, she was not about to leave. As she came close again, the heat of her fingers touched your chest, her fingers got busy in the long leather gloves, and she opened the buttons of your shirt. Her hands were touching your body, sending the message of arousal down into your groin, and the tension mounted as she pulled off the leather belt you were wearing, and you felt first the button, then the zip of your trousers, release.

  She stood back again, surveying her handiwork, then, in two long strides, moved away from the light, and you heard another door open. Your heart went into overdrive as you watched what happened next. As she came back into the circle of light, she was followed by two females. Each was wearing a collar, complete with a leash, both held by the redhead. These girls were both very scantily clad; a long haired brunette, and a small blond, whose hair had been dyed to look like leopard spots. The redhead held their collars, as they knelt at either side of her, three pairs of eyes gazing at you standing half undressed, shackled, and staring back at them. The first one released was the brunette, who, still on her knees, crept forward, and rubbed herself around your legs, like a cat. As she ventured further, her cheek gently brushed against your prick, and it was inevitable you would start to get hard. She didn't touch you with her hands, just moved her body, until, kneeling in front of you she let your cock rub across her breasts, tempting you with her nipples, and making a soft purring noise in her throat. You were unable to stop the pleasure surging in you, and you badly needed more stimulation, as the soft pressure of her flesh was tantalising, but just not enough. Before you saw her coming, the animal print had you, kneeling very close to the other girl, and so slowly, so gently, licking your balls. They worked as a team, always making sure you were either sucked, or stroked, but not allowing you to feel enough speed or pressure to even approach an orgasm. It was like a dream, but it was not enough, as the frustration of their constant friction and suck was causing a deep ache in your balls. They didn't seem to care, when as if of the same mind they left off you, and, sitting on the ground in front of you, began to lick and stroke one another, making sure you were able to see their evident pleasure. It didn't take long before they were both panting in satisfaction, but it only made you need release more. One by one, they crept back, and the brunette again stroked your cock, the other took you in her mouth. You dare not breathe in case they changed their mind, and stopped, as it was very urgent now, the need to shoot cum into or onto someone....