Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  You walk into the room and sit down on the closest chair. I look at you, there's a sense of mischief about you today.

  "So," you say with a slight smile on your face, "are you ready for your massage?"

  For the past few weeks there has been some "mild" flirtation between the two of us and the massage mentioned is payment for me winning an argument.

  "I'm as ready as I'm going to be," I replied as I sit on the seat in front of you, sitting up straight so you can massage my shoulders and neck easily. But you pull me back against you and you support my upper body.

  Your voice is low as you say, "Relax just close your eyes and enjoy."

  And that is exactly what I do as your hands move in small circular motions weaving out the knots in my shoulders and neck over my shirt. However I'm getting slightly turned on as I sink back further into you. Your hands slide in under the collar and touch my bare skin for the first time. I inhale deeply as your touch runs an electric current through my body. I bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. You continue with the slow circular motions as you move up my neck and on to my collar bone. I'm breathing deeply now and I can't stop the moan that passes my lips. You continue unfazed, but I can feel your heart beating hard against my back. You bring your hands away from my collar bone but I arch up and your hands touch the very top of my breasts. I keep still, anticipating you will continue lower but I'm plagued with disappointment that you'll stop and leave, but yet you surprise me by keeping your fingers circling but just above where I want your hands to be.

  Your hands move to the buttons of my shirt and you say that it's in the way and you pop them one by one slowly so I'm sitting there with my shirt hanging from my shoulder with a light strap top underneath. To my shame, I had worn lacy underwear that day and my nipples were clearly evident beneath the bra and top. You continue with a greater urgency than before. You massage deeper into my muscles I moan softly. It feels so good I just can't help it. You lean your head down on mine near the nape of my neck. I can feel your warm breath there, causing a delicious shiver to run through my body but I'm not cold. I want more than just your breath on my neck; I want your lips and your tongue. I want to feel the softness of your lips as they touch my skin for the first time, to feel the flick of your tongue as you taste my skin. My body is aching for you to touch me so much more intimately than you are now. My hands are twitching at my sides as I long to take control and give into these feelings I'm having. As you massage my neck your fingers graze across my lips, I can't help myself as I flick my tongue across your fingertip. I want to suck it into my mouth slowly, seductively with my eyes locked with yours, as a taste of what I can do and would be most willing to do.

  But I restrain myself, I can't lose control or else I won't be able to stop myself. Your hands move back down my neck and rest on my shoulders. We sit there silently, our breathing heavy as I wonder what's running through your head? Are you having the same thoughts as I am? Slowly you push me away from your body, but you never completely break contact, keeping your hands on my shoulders.

  Your voice slightly ragged you say, "Kneel up on the chair for me and I'll massage your lower back." I comply and kneel up on the chair, I'm slightly bent over in this position, it's a subtle not clear invitation. I want nothing more than to have you come up behind me and slide every single centimetre of your delicious cock into me from behind. But I doubt you know it or even notice the slight bend of my body. You trace your fingers against my skin at the top of my back as you stand behind me. It feels exquisite. Slowly you take the hem on my strap top and graze it against my skin as you pull it up to my shoulders, the back of my lacy black and purple bra on display. You sigh softly, with exasperation or with disappointment I don't know. You work the muscles in my back the same way as you worked my shoulders and neck. You are so good at this, I don't know why I didn't ask you for a massage before; but I think if I experienced this before I would have jumped you a long time ago. Your fingers feel so good...God I want you to touch me, I can feel a pool of heat and moisture between my legs; I'm so turned on by this and by you. In one part of my back you massage so deep and I moan and buck up my ass rubbing up against you. You massage deeply again and I buck against you again. It feels so good; I can feel your hardness as my ass rubs up against you. I think of the few layers of clothes between us and how easily they can be removed. Your hands slide up to my shoulders and slowly, almost shyly you pull my ass against you. Oh my god! Yes I want this! Please?!

  I whimper out load, hoping this will continue as I pull away and you pull me back to you by the shoulders. Your hand starts an exploration of my body as the other stays on my shoulder. You trace the swell of my breast with your fingers making me gasp in surprise. They're just so sensitive. Your fingers close around my breast and squeeze it. Your fingers begin plucking at my hard swollen nipples. I have to bite down on my lip to stop from screaming. You keep up this torture for the next few minutes and I can feel the pull of my orgasm slowly building. All the while you're pulling me against your body. Your fingers make a trail down my stomach around my piercing and to the top of my jeans. Just as you pop the button on my jeans you place your lips on my neck.

  "Please" I whimper as I can't take much more of this. I need a release the sexual tension and frustration is building in my body.

  "Patience is a virtue," you reply to which I answer, "A virtue which I don't possess."

  And just as your hand slides down the waistband of my jeans...... I wake up.

  The End.

  Mardre's First

  The raiding party burst through the trees in the midst of the night; the sounds waking the villagers immediately. Mardre, who had been dozing in the chieftain's hut, barely had time to register the sounds coming from outside. The screams of terror and pain pierced the air as she reached for her master's short sword - the closest weapon to her. Her chieftain had warned her that if any raiders were to come through, she was not to fall to their hands, or be defiled in any way. As his property, while she served him willingly, he considered her sacred and refused to share her with anybody else. Wearing only her shift, and grasping the sword in her right hand, she reached across and shook her master, in an effort to rouse him.

  "My lord," she called to him, in a whispered scream. His skin was cold to the touch, and she recoiled in shock, as the door to his hut was forced open. Giant hands seized her by the shoulders, lifting her off the ground. This was her attacker's error - for Mardre's master had taught her to defend herself by all means necessary. After all, as her lord had drilled into the girl's head - she was sacred and no other may touch her without her lord's consent. While Mardre's attacker had only seized her by the shoulders, pinning her arms, and gripping so the sword fell from her hand, he failed to reckon with the rest of her flailing body, until she planted one sharp, swift kick to the man's groin.

  He grunted, and his grip eased, so that Mardre could writhe out from his hands, or so she thought. But as she turned, he had recovered enough to land a stinging blow across her face, cutting her across the eyebrow and nearly flinging her halfway across the hut. Her head rocking backwards, she managed to ease her eyes open, and was rewarded with her first glimpse of the invaders to her home.

  The man who had struck her was tall, like the dreaded Saxons of the tales she had heard, with dark waves that framed his cruel face. Well-muscled, she realised that if he had hit her any harder, he might well have killed her. Mardre, for all her restless beauty and strength drawn from the years of her master's instruction, was still a slight girl, barely out of her teens - only nineteen, and fully aware of the harsh and brutal capabilities of a man. As she struggled with her captor to reach for her blade, she gradually became very aware of her shift sliding off her shoulders, giving the stranger a modest view of the swell of her cleavage.

  "Get off me, you arrogant, ill-mannered barbaric swineherd!" she yelled as she struggled harder, determined to reach anything that would ensure she enter the next world undefiled. The d
ark-haired stranger just looked at her in amusement, even as she squirmed, trying desperately to reach the cruel dagger on his belt. But as she touched it, his hand struck her again, stunning her into stillness, and proceeded to rip her shift in half. The sound of the material being torn apart jerked her back into action, kicking her captor, and grasping the dagger at his side.

  "Touch me again, and I swear I'll cut your throat, " Mardre snarled. She was no longer frightened - only angry. A daughter to the gods and the chieftain's chosen, the villagers knew that Mardre's wrath was formidable for the slip of a girl that she was often described as. The dark haired man's companion laughed, and for the first time, she actually registered there were others in the small hut with her. Reluctant to take her eyes off the one who had torn her shift, lest he attack her again, Mardre backed further towards the far wall, so that she could see the second man clearly. Fair hair, this one had, and while not as tall as his Saxon companion, he appeared every inch of intimidating muscle. The fair haired man spoke, addressing the dark haired fighter.

  "Loteil - it would seem you have a wild one on your hands; need you help to restrain her?" Mardre was no fool, and grasped the hilt of the dagger even tighter. She recognised the tone of undisguised lust, even though she didn't know what language they were speaking to each in. This didn't anger her further, but she did tremble. Without her master to step in, there was only so much she could fight with, before she was overcome by force. Instinctively, she turned the tip of the blade to the hollow at her neck, ready to plunge the length of the blade home. She knew it would be wiser to fall on the blade than let them take her.

  Laughing at her, they began to circle in and block any exits, ensuring she could see no way past them. She backed away from them anyway. The fair haired man lunged for her at the last second, knocking the dagger out of her hands, and forcing her down onto the ground, beside the cot where her master lay, gone from this world. Having watched his friend struggle with the girl before, he clamped down on her legs, ensuring she was unable to lash out with her feet. Loteil, the dark-haired man who had restrained her the first time, was in the process of undoing his breaches, revealing the size of his cock, before roughly shoving himself down her throat, as she had opened her mouth to shout further curses and insults.

  Mardre, who had never been taken so brutally, although being no stranger to pain, and the pleasure it can bring, started to cry softly, as she tried to breathe around the stranger's hard penis. She closed her eyes, praying to her mother, the goddess of vengence, to make it end soon. Never had she felt such shame. Unable to reach anything that would end this nightmare, she still attempted to thrash around, but in vain. Loteil shuddered, and thrust sharply into her mouth four times more, before coming deep into her throat.

  "I believe, Erik, it would be your turn," he smirked, reaching to hold the stunned girl in place. The fair-haired man, Erik, grinned menacingly, and ripped the already tattered shift open completely, exposing Mardre's body utterly. Mardre, while watching warily, blushed with shame, and tried to grasp at anything that would cover her. She was no courtesan, nor was she ignorant of the acts of mating. She had often escorted her master to the many festivals, celebrating sex and sensuality, usually being the display piece, to show that it wasn't necessary to fuck your woman to both gain release. That being said, at her master's command, she had never lain with anyone before, and had no idea how much pain she'd be in for.

  Loteil began relacing his breaches, but his companion, Erik, shook his head. "We're not done with her just yet. Do us a favour and hold her up for us?" Loteil grasped Mardre around her chest with one arm, and with the other, grabbed a fistful of hair, and dragged her upright. The sudden pain made Mardre gasp, but where they mistook it for fear, she was getting wet, against her own sense of survival. They weren't to know that pain was an aphrodisiac for her, but they were going to learn - very quickly. Erik quickly undid his breaches, knowing that his time would be limited, as his cock was rock hard, and aching for his own release. Having released himself, he pinched Mardre's nipples, as erect as they were, with one hand, and with his free hand, forced her thighs apart.

  Oh indeed, much to her shame, Mardre was soaking wet, almost eager - having never been completely used for any man's pleasure, or what may have once been her own. Erik's face inched closer until he was almost able to bite her earlobe, and whispered, "You want this, don't you? You're such a slut, you'll fuck anything right now, won't you?" The more he whispered the cruel things in her ear, the wetter, the more eager her body became. He leaned forward and kissed her roughly, biting on the lower lip. and drawing blood as they parted. Mardre couldn't contain herself - she moaned.

  Yes, Mardre thought to herself, yes she wanted this. She didn't want to fight anymore, and had craved the feel of what a man's cock would feel like deep within her, surging full of life - the pleasure everyone during the many festivals had enjoyed, but she had been denied. She decided there and then, whatever these men wanted to do to her body would be fine with her. It was her turn, she told herself.

  The two men, realising that she had stopped resisting them, watched her carefully, as she parted her thighs, and gasped and shuddered as Erik's thich, full prick filled her, inch by inch, until he felt the barrier, confirming that she was indeed still virgin. He hesitated - she didn't. Instead of waiting for him to ease beyond that barrier that was her maidenhood, she slammed herself down the rest of the way, crying out as she felt him all the way inside.

  That was the only signal Erik needed. He nodded to Loteil, who promptly released her, and gave the two room to move. Erik walked Mardre, still impaled on his hard cock, to the far wall, and leaned her against it, proceeding to fuck her none too gently. Hard and fast, rough and ready. Neither man had ever had a woman so wanton, and yet still virgin. With her voice, her eyes and her body, she begged and pleaded, for more. She didn't care how they used her, only that they did, and pleasure was had by all. Loteil, having lost his breaches while watching his friend take the girl they had found, and was treating her like a common whore, was finding himself aroused again. Cupping himself, he strolled over, and guided the couple away from the wall. Hard as he was, Loteil was still a man, who had been away from the curves and comforts of a woman, and he was determined to have this wench who had the nerve to strike out at him, and then threaten him - he wanted the slut to pay dearly.

  He stepped behind Mardre, while her wet and very tight pussy was still encasing Erik's hard cock - both close to coming, when his hand snaked around and gripped her already sensitive nipple, and pinched, as he eased his own cock up her ass. Mardre jerked - she'd never know that she could be violated so. She opened her mouth to scream her outrage, her confusion when Erik bent over her mouth and kissed her, harder than before, swalloing her cries, as Loteil gained rhythm and felt her asshole relaxed. Yes, she wanted this. She wanted to be fucked like the common whores that visited the villages and experience the erotic sensations that they had often told her about - and like the women that came to the village, selling their skills and company, she didn't care who took her body.

  No longer did she feel sacred, but at last she knew what it was like to feel not just one man deep within her, but two, one in front of her, and one behind...

  The End.

  Bound and Prepared

  Well, it started out as a normal day. Or at least that is what she thought. But he had other plans. He took her to the bedroom and kissed her passionately. He started to undress her and laid her on the bed. She knew better than to question him. He started to tie her up as they usually played. But then, he didn't blindfold her.

  He switched the TV on and he put a porn DVD in. "Today you will only cum when I give you permission to, and you will have to beg for it". He told her to lie still and watch the movie until he gets back. She tried to pull on the restraints but she knew it was useless. He smiled and left the room. She was lying there, getting so wet and as horny as hell and she couldn't ignore the DVD. Even if she didn't look, she could h
ear them and that also turned her on. After a couple of minutes he came back. He walked over to her and she was feeling so self conscious. Even though they have been married for a couple of years and he has seen her naked so many times. She still felt vulnerable and self conscious every time. He sat on the bed next to her and put his middle finger in her pussy. He smiled. "O dear, your pussy is soaking wet.

  Are you turned on my dear?"

  She just nodded.

  "I think it's time for the next step." With that he brought out her dildo. He carefully slides it into her soaking pussy and he could see that she really appreciated it. Then he decided to take it out again. "We don't want you to cum yet, do we?"

  She looked at him with pleading eyes. And wondered how long this treatment will go on. As if he could read her mind he responded "For as long as I feel like it my dear." He slid two fingers into her sopping pussy and let it rest inside her for a while. She immediately hugged his fingers with her pussy muscles which made him retract his fingers quickly and giving her tits a hard slap. "I told you to lie still. No movement unless I say so" She just nodded. He knew that she will be begging for release soon. Although she has never begged before.

  He left her dildo on the TV cabinet next to the TV so that she can long for it without reaching it to release her tension. Then he left the room again. She was trying to focus on not getting so aroused because she could feel her pussy juices dripping out of her pussy. She wanted release. She called out for him but got no response. She tried pulling on the restraints again, but they were secure. She was so aroused and ready to fuck anything that is close enough. After about 30 minutes he came back into the room.

  "Please will you fuck me" she begged. "I can't take it anymore; I need to feel you inside me NOW."

  He smiled. It was easier than what he imagined. He walked over to the TV and switched it off. He took the blindfold out and put it over her eyes. She couldn't see anything. "I'm not going to give you release that easily, my dear" he said. And he could see some tears running down her face. She was so beautiful when she was helpless and frustrated.