Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

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  I thought he would enjoy it, right from the moment I caught him eyeing me up in the bar.....he was easy to reel in, one flash of cunt and he came like a lamb to the slaughter. A large, interesting lamb, one who would be quite a challenge; I always follow my experience in sussing out the men from the boys, so to speak. So when I thought he had lost me in the crowd, I was actually disappointed. The club does get so busy, despite being exclusively members only. I cheered up again when I found him standing, looking for me, almost outside the door. I had changed into my gear, and put my head around the curtain trying to spot him; when he saw me, he moved in so fast I thought he would be too quick for me, but I was in position, red hair and all, when he got through my door.

  It was one of those nights, OK, no punters in, no friends of the boss asking for favours; a night off, and I felt like a bit of fun for myself for a change. Not that I don't enjoy my job you understand, it's just as much of a turn on for me, dressing up and making fantasies come true, especially unacknowledged fantasies. Women too, we all need a little something extra every now and again, so where's the harm.....a few bruises, scratches maybe, but nothing compared to the eroticism of the experience.

  So when I saw this tall, tough looking guy, alone in the bar, I knew it should be my play time. Even a dominatrix has her moments, and this one was mine. By the way he responded to me, and the sight of my bare pussy winking at him from under my skirt, my instincts told me I was in for a treat; I knew my little girl friends would also like this one too, so everyone would get happy.

  Once I had him cuffed, always the tricky part, but a large pair of breasts laced up in leather helped to subdue any resistance, I got inside his trousers and I knew I was not going to let this go to waste. He had a cock worth a good fucking, not something normally I would do, but I was considering this as "me" time, not business, so what the heck...

  I was standing in front of him, trying to psyche him out, - some guys get very scared at this point, not knowing if they are up to it or not, but he was totally up for it, I could see the excitement glinting in his eye, the same sort of excitement I could feel. I was aware of the wetness, and a tight aching sensation in my cunt, I was surprised at myself how much I wanted to fuck him. I forced myself to back away, and brought in Helen and Emma, my two assistants, to soften him up. Well, not soften, quite the reverse, as they are both the biggest pair of prick teasers I have ever come across (or with for that matter.)

  They soon had him sweating, and as I stood in the shadows watching, I too felt a trickle down my spine, as it was evident he was getting taken to the far end of pleasure. The girls were obviously affected, as they stopped, and, on the ground at his feet, they spontaneously pleasured one another. That was not usually included in the show, but evidently brought on by the chemistry of rubbing on his prick, and a great deal of slow tongue teasing, and licking.

  His erection was now huge, and I thought it must be time I took over.

  Helen and Emma were quite happy to move to the background, arms around one another, letting me get in close. I wasn't sure if to fuck him there and then, I was certainly hot and horny enough to want it, and I didn't want to waste a single moment of his glorious cock. Decision made, I moved in very close, and sliding my hands down over my breasts, I popped them out, so I could rub my nipples over his chest, and continued down to stroke his cock. I made sure I stayed out of reach of his teeth, he was becoming almost animal in his need, in a perverse sort of way making it more exciting for me. Moving back , I sat on the edge of the bar stool which Emma had very kindly put in place, and lit by the single bulb overhead, where I could be sure he could see me, I pulled up my legs, letting my knees fall open, so he got a spectacular view of my pussy, which was now swollen and glistening. It was not often that I got so turned on by just watching, even Emma and Helen were leaving me to it, although I could tell they were there, lost in the darkness.

  My fingers, in the black leather, were all I needed to get me going, and I saw his eyes flashing onto what I was doing, clearly hypnotised by the sight of black leather and pink pussy. I fingered my clit, and pushed my gloved finger inside, where my cunt was slick with juice, all the time watching him, while he watched me. I was getting to the point where I had to finish, both me, and, to be fair, the bloke who had been teased beyond the point of fair. I took myself off the stool, and, with slow deliberation, turned around so I could bend forward, pushing my arse out at the level of his hard prick. Using the stool for support, I reached down, between my legs, with my gloved hand and wrapped my warm fingers, still sticky from my own body, over his cock. I felt him jump, as if I had prodded him with an electric rod, and he needed no encouragement to slide into my hot, cunt. All the work he had received had made his cock huge, and I was so turned on at that point, he didn't have to do anything to help me climax, but it really made me jump when he pushed into me the whole length of his dick. I had expected him to come straight away, but he surprised me by ramming into me, pushing my seething cunt way over the edge into more hot throbbing spasms, before I felt him spurt with enough force almost to split me in two.

  Once I had caught my breath, I almost wanted to kiss him, but I didn't, I just walked away.

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  She gave you a fantastic orgasm, so it was really worth the wait, and the pain of having been teased and sucked by those two crazy females was more than made up for by watching them enjoy themselves. After the woman with the long red hair and tight pussy had disappeared, the girls came back, and giggling together, they adjusted your clothes, unshackled you and escorted you out of the room, back into the gloom of the club.

  Badly needing a drink, you again pushed through the throng, and up the stairs, this time without the same spring in your step. In fact, you were feeling decidedly knackered, so you didn't see her, back in place on the bar stool, V&T in hand. If you had looked up, you would have seen that she was smiling.

  The End.

  Ella is a Pain

  Ella was a huge pain in the ass.

  She was a relative of mine who needed help moving into her new home, finding a doctor, getting to and from the appointments. Basically, she needed help in doing everything humanly possible for her.

  Above it all, she was depressed. When I asked her why, the answer was always the same.

  "I am 76 years old," she would say. "There is nothing for me now. I am an old woman."

  "You aren't that old," I would counter. But she would always give me a 'meh' sound, flick her hand at me, and dismiss any further comments.

  Now Ella wasn't all that old looking. She was short, about 5'2", and weighed in at about 135 pounds. But what amazed me was two things. First off, the first time she met me, I had made a racy remark to her about something, and her nipples damn near knocked me into next week. They were about the size of a good cigar, and at least half an inch long. The other thing that was enticing about Ella was a simple fact: she never had children. It made me wonder, would she still be tight?

  Now, as I was visiting her over my lunch hour from the plant, she went into the old routine, "I am so old Gerry."

  "You're not old Ella."

  "I am too. I just can't do all the things I used to."

  "Like what?"

  "You know, stuff." Not really a brain-teaser statement, given that even at 76, her nipples immediately began to get hard.

  I leaned back into the chair and stared at her. "Ella, are we talking about sex?"

  She made the famous, meh sound, and waved me off. But the nipple barometer notched itself up a little higher.

  "You are talking about sex aren't you?" She just stared at me, the fact I had found her out, was pushing her mind into high gear.

  Although given how little she could do on her, I wondered how far she would get. "I don't think I need to talk to you about that. You're my nephew."

  "I am your nephew by marriage. Not really a relative. And Ella, there is no one else here, but you and
I. Who is going to know what we talk about?"

  "I don't know Gerry. It seems, funny."

  I smiled at her. "It only seems funny to you."

  She didn't say a word for a moment, then looked at the floor. "I don't know."

  "How long has it been," I wondered out loud, "since you made love with anyone."

  "You mean my Johnny?"

  "Anyone, Ella."

  She fidgeted for a moment, then looked up at me. "About 30 years."

  "Years?" I asked incredulously.

  "About."

  "Holy shit Ella. Haven't you missed it----Making love?" By now her nipples must have been in pain, they were so erect, pushing the material of her blouse and bra towards me.

  "Yes."

  "Wow, I can't imagine having gone that long without sex. Would have driven me crazy." As soon as I said it, I knew she wouldn't see the irony in the statement—given her current situation. But I thought it was shit-funny.

  "I know. But all the men my age, who might be interested, aren't interested in anything other than a bridge partner. No one wants anything to do with sex."

  I shook my head in wonder. "I can't believe that."

  She leaned towards me, and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "and they don't have a clue what to do anyways." She leaned back, and gave her famous, "meh," and was done with the thought, and tossed herself back into the chair. "It drives me crazy," she said. "Just thinking about it, makes me crazy."

  "You look a little tense, Ella."

  That seemed to deflate her a little. "Yeah. A bit. It's all this talk about sex. And you're my nephew."

  "By marriage."

  "Still."

  "That means that we aren't blood relatives."

  I got up, and without a word went behind her, and started to rub her shoulders. She started to object, but once may magic fingers began to weave their spell of relaxation, all objections faded away. I slowly worked the tension out of the muscles all along the tops of her shoulders and her neck, while she relaxed enough to let her eyes close and rest her head against the back of the chair.

  "That feels very good Gerry," she purred.

  My hands wandered inside her blouse, and under the straps of her bra, and my fingers warmed her upper chest area. Through the gap created by my hands, I could see right down to her chest and the bra that was struggling to contain her tits. Her skin was soft, buttery and so welcoming.

  "Mmmm."

  She leaned forward and asked, "could you massage a little lower down my back?"

  "Not here, Ella. It's too hard to lean forward over the back of the chair. Why don't you lie down on the couch?"

  "Do ya think so," she asked me? But Ella was already starting to get up off the chair when she spoke. When she lay down on the couch, her arms crossed under her head and she relaxed almost immediately. I could see her body sigh. I knelt beside her, and started on her lower back. With long, heavy strokes, I worked my way from the small of her back, to her shoulder blades. My fingers found and exploited the tight muscles all down her back. I could tell Ella was falling into the massage. Her breathing had gotten deep, and her eyes were closed. There were small purrs, emanating from her as the massage deepened.

  My fingers slid under the thin material of her blouse, and small jolts of heat passed between my fingertips and her skin, as it made contact with her back. "Do you mind if I go under your blouse?"

  "Mmmm," was her only response.

  I pulled up the material a little more, pulling on the edges to allow easier access to her skin. Ella lifted her abdomen to my 'not-so-subtle' hints, and I pulled the blouse up even more. It only gave me access to another four inches of her body. So I looked down at her and asked, "More?"

  She lifted up her body, but the material wouldn't budge. "I'll turn around Ella, if you want to undue the top and take it off."

  "Take off my clothes?"

  "Pretend it is a bathing suit you are wearing, not a bra."

  "But it is a bra."

  "True, but I can't do much more the way it is." My hands continued to work along the muscles accompanying the backbone with little feather touches. My hands probed higher, and slid under her bra. "And you could undue this too if you wanted."

  There was a long moment, before it appeared a decision had been made and she looked up at me. "Turn around."

  I could hear the rustle of clothes for a couple of minutes, then the soft give and take of the couch as she lay back down again. "Okay."

  Her blouse and bra were hanging over the back the couch, and she was lying, half-naked in front of me. Her breasts had pushed out a little from her weight, given me a wonderful view of erotic, soft flesh.

  "Ready?" I asked.

  "Mmm."

  My hands slowly started to work the heat our bodies develop into Ella's back. Each muscle I found, I followed with my fingertips, and gentle, even pressure that helped release it. She continued to moan lightly under my touch. As my hands warmed up to her skin, she seemed move closer and closer to a strong physical connection between the two of us.

  With light, brushing strokes, my fingers ran up and down her sides, following the soft curves of her breasts as they swelled beneath her. As my fingers repetitively passed down her side, they crew closer and closer to where her chest met the couch.

  My finger dwelled a little longer on her breasts, with short little caresses back and forth, then I moved to longer and more forceful massages of her back and sides. When I ran my fingers up her sides again, I was a little more forceful----testing the waters---- and pushed them slightly under her tits, and closer to those wonderful nipples.

  Ella didn't move, but continued to enjoy my strong hands roaming all over her body.

  After another ten minutes, I lightened up the pressure on her back, and whispered in her ear, "are you awake?"

  "Mmm," is all she said. Her eyes didn't flutter open, but her breathing changed just a little, and she asked why I was stopping.

  I laughed, "I have been massaging your back for half an hour Ella. I can't do anything more on this side." The comment left open possibilities, which she was pondering as my fingers continued to pulse along her sides, and over the soft skin of her breasts. I leaned forward and got close to her left ear. "Unless you want to do the other side," I asked, pushing the point. "I could get a towel to cover yourself if you wanted me to."

  "No," she said, reaching up to her right, and grabbing her blouse, "I'll just use this instead." Ella placed the blouse carefully over her breasts, and rolled over on her back. The thin material of the white blouse, did nothing to cover the dark chocolate of her nipples.

  I stared in raw amazement at her breasts. Though she was on the better-half of 8 decades old, there was little sag to them. They hung slightly to the sides, but nothing nearly what she could have. They were ample too, probably a d-cup size. The nipples were just perfect, about half an inch in diameter, with areolas that were a heavy brown colour and two inches round. I must have stared a little longer than I wanted.

  "Enjoying the view?"

  "Um, yes. Sorry."

  "It's no trouble. I just can't believe that you find them attractive. It has been a long time since anyone admired my tits the way you are."

  "Oh I am, Ella."

  I moved to the end of the couch, and started the long slow massage again, this time at her neck and shoulders. I watched her breasts heave up and down, as my long, strong motions forced her body to deeply relax. Ella's nipples were definitely on high alert.

  As I wandered down her chest, my fingers gingerly probed the edges of the blouse, and pushed them back a little more with each successive massage stroke. Ella didn't seem to mind, her eyes were closed, and her breathing had returned to that deep, calming meter. My hands would start at her collarbone, then firmly push down her chest, my fingers running gently down each side of her breasts, ending each gentle probe a little closer to her erect nipples.

  Finally, I take a chance, and let my fingers surround the nipples, both at once
and feel their soft roughness. Ella lets go with a little purr, but does nothing. With each successive massage, my fingers grasp her nipples a little more. After a few minutes, I push down the blouse and have a peak at her tits in their entirety for the first time. I must have been staring again, because her eyes are open and she is staring back at me.

  "You like?"

  "Oh yes," I answered. Now, there is no pretending to massage, my fingers are tweaking the still erect nipples even more.

  "Pinch them harder Gerry. Harder." Her hands hold onto mine, "make them hurt for me."