Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories
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Susan spread her legs and used both hands to stroke her inner thighs.
"Higher."
Both hands moved up and continued with a circular stroking motion, the upper limits of which touched her knickers.
"Higher."
Susan hesitated, then closed her eyes and slid her right hand upwards and cupped her pussy through her knickers. Her fingers rubbed gently against her knickers, the dampness of the fabric a confirmation of the flow of juices to her love hole.
Masturbation had always been a secret pleasure for her and almost forgetting that Martyn was there she slipped one hand inside her knickers and touched her pussy. She was very wet and more aroused than she had been for a long time.
Martyn watched entranced. It was as though he had blown a thick layer of dust off an old painting and been confronted with a masterpiece. He had secretly been prepared for tonight to be a failure or simply functional sex with a woman who disliked him and was doing it against her will. But he was unprepared for this -- the most erotic sight he had ever seen. She was playing with her clitoris and sliding one finger in and out of her pussy.
"Take your knickers off," he urged her, wanting to have an uninterrupted view of what was happening. Susan duly slid her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers, lifted her bottom off the bed, pulled her knickers down and tossed them to one side.
Her hands went back to her pussy and Martyn saw the glisten of love juices and heard the sounds of a well-lubricated slit. This wasn't what how he had planned it. He had imagined a slower build-up to allow him to savour the moment, but that was no good, he realised he had to have her.
Hurriedly he unfastened his shirt, pulled his shoes and socks off, rapidly followed by his trousers and pants. Naked and with his cock swinging obscenely in front of him he climbed on the bed. Susan moved her hands and in one movement he fell between her legs and thrust his cock into her.
Her cunt lips parted easily and Susan cried out as the full length of his hot, hard cock plunged deep inside her. She cried out as he thrust again and again and then suddenly she felt his cock stiffen and swell and there was a massive eruption as his cock jerked inside her and he flooded her with his sperm.
He clung motionless to her and for the first time Susan thought of her husband in the room directly beneath them.
Simon could indeed hear everything. He couldn't tell what Martyn was saying, but he could easily tell it was him speaking and not Susan. Then there was a short spell where he couldn't really hear anything, until he was rocked back in his chair by an unmistakeable cry from Susan as she was penetrated. Next there was a furious burst of sound as the bed rocked angrily on the floor and then a crescendo of orgasmic noises.
Simon had a vivid mental picture of Susan laid wantonly, her eyes shut and her mouth open in a perfect O as Martyn Wilcox came inside her. Involuntarily his hand reached down and touched the prominent bulge in his trousers. His wife had just been fucked by another man and he had listened and been excited by the sounds.
Meanwhile Susan felt Martyn's cock gradually shrinking until it slipped out of her. Then there was that familiar sensation as sperm ran out between her legs.
"I need a tissue."
Martyn rose, pulled a tissue from a box and passed it to her. He let her tidy herself up, but had no intention of stopping after one quick fuck. It might take him a short while to recover, but he had no doubt that given only a modest amount of encouragement he would get hard again. And second time around he would enjoy her body properly.
Susan looked around for a bin to place the tissue in, but Martyn took it from her and threw it to one side. She still had her blouse on and he was impatient to get his first look at those lovely breasts.
He pulled her back onto the bed and began to unbutton her blouse. Her black bra was duly revealed and he pushed a strap off one shoulder. That enabled him to ease one breast out of its lacy cup. Inevitably his head went down and he began to lick and suck her nipple. He felt a pleasurable stiffening in his groin and pleased at his quick recovery he guided Susan's hand down.
Her fingers grasped his slightly sticky cock and as she gently wanked him he became harder. He wasn't fully erect but already he was bigger than Simon. She'd thought that Simon had at best a very average sized cock, but Martyn was large and proud. She knew she could take him and he wasn't so large that he caused discomfort, but he did stretch her.
Martyn pushed her head downwards and she took the hint and slid down the bed. She licked the tip of his cock, and then paused to remove a hair. Once that was gone she returned to her task. At first she only took the head of his cock into her mouth, but then she tried to take it all, which she found difficult.
Looking down the bed Martyn loved the sight of her blonde hair bobbing up and down between his legs. He would have happily come in her mouth, but being inside her would be even better.
"Enough," he said. "Climb on top."
He laid back on the bed and Susan positioned herself above him. She took hold of his cock and placed it against her love hole. Then slowly and carefully she lowered herself onto him. The mixture of her juices and his remaining cum provided ample lubrication and soon their pubic hairs were meshed together.
Martyn pushed her blouse off, then unfastened her bra and pulled it away. Her breasts spilled free and he reached up and revelled in the soft, firm weight. His hands fell away and Susan leaned forward and dangled her tits in front of his face. He lunged forward and latched onto one of them, at the same time thrusting his hips upwards, so that each movement brought a sharp gasp from her.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes," she gasped.
"What do you like?"
"I like having you inside me."
Martyn thrust harder drawing a loud gasp.
"Say it again, but be more explicit."
Susan stared at him. Talking dirty had never been on the menu with Simon, but now she dared to say it.
"I like having your cock inside me."
"Good. Where do you like having it?"
Susan hesitated. She had never used the C word and she couldn't bring herself to use it now.
"Inside me. Inside me," she babbled.
Martyn's hand slapped down on her backside, making her yelp and jump.
"No good," he growled. Susan's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
Again there was the crack of flesh on flesh. Susan yelped.
"I like having your cock in my cunt."
"Louder," he demanded, slapping her backside once more.
"I like having your cock in my cunt!" she yelled. Excited by the language she was using and the cock she was riding Susan began to shake as an orgasm racked through her. Martyn thrust even harder.
"Come. Go on, come. Make a noise," he urged her.
Susan bucked and shrieked as the most intense orgasm she had ever felt swept through her body. It was as though every sensation was centred on the prick that was fucking her cunt. She yelled and screamed as she came. Downstairs Simon groaned and fired a jet of hot sperm across the carpet.
Susan collapsed against Martyn and gently he eased her to one side. He turned her onto her side and slotted into place behind her. His cock was pointed at her cunt and he positioned it against her wet entrance. Susan sighed as with one slow, smooth thrust he pushed back inside her. He reached round and caressed her breasts feeling her nipples responding to his touch.
Martyn eased their position slightly so that he could reach round and suck on her nipple. All the time his cock moved between her legs.
"Turn over," he told her. "I want to take you from behind."
Susan went on her hands and knees and Martyn knelt behind her.
"Go down on your elbows."
Susan duly obliged and Martyn drank in a scene of erotic perfection. The rounded curves of her firm backside drew his eye to the cleft between her legs. Her cunt lips were gaping and glistened with a mixture of her juices and his cum. Her sparse blonde pubes were matted and damp with their lovemaking.
Susan began to breathe very heavily. Martyn thrust harder making her gasp and push back against him. At the same time she was grinding her hips against him. Her breathing became more laboured, her gasps louder.
"Do you like that?" Martyn asked.
"Yes, yes. I like your big cock fucking me from behind."
Martyn realised that he was going to come soon, so he reached between Susan's legs and found her clit. As soon as he started to rub that her movements became more excited and feverish. He increased the speed and depth of his thrusts and soon a massive shudder ran through Susan's body, she arched her back and cried out.
That was enough to take him over the top and Martyn gave a final extra deep thrust and groaned as a sensation so exquisite that he didn't know whether it was pleasure or pain overtook him.
Susan felt his prick jerk and jerk inside her and the warm wet feeling as he emptied his balls deep inside her cunt. They collapsed on the bed and lay unmoving, both of them letting their senses recover. Finally Susan spoke.
"I'd better go to Simon."
She dressed quickly and Martyn slipped his clothes back on. As she was about to leave the bedroom he grabbed her arm.
"Wait. I want a reminder of how special that was."
He knelt at her feet and reached up her skirt and removed her knickers. Smiling he placed them in his pocket.
"There, now you can go back to your husband."
Feeling exposed and half-naked Susan headed downstairs to the waiting Simon. At the front door Martyn thanked them for coming round as though it had been some sort of routine social visit.
He watched them get in the car and drive away. The journey passed in silence, but as soon as they entered their house Simon turned to Susan.
"Are you alright?"
In reply she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the kitchen floor. She walked over to the kitchen table and bent over with her elbows resting on it and then parted her legs in invitation.
"Now it's your turn."
Simon was stunned. She hadn't been wearing any knickers and now she was brazenly offering herself to him. The high heels and lace top hold-ups emphasised the perfect shape of her legs. Her trim backside jutted out at a provocative angle as she presented her love hole to him. Her pubic hairs glistened with love juice and her cunt lips were gaping from the fucking she had just received.
Simon unzipped his trousers and took his cock out. He wished he had the strength to say no and tell her how much he disapproved of her shameless behaviour, but he couldn't. It was almost as if he had no choice in the matter - he had to fuck her.
The End.
The Good Citizen Tours The Village
I woke up and wasn't exactly sure where I was for a minute. I was totally relaxed and incredibly rested, but it took me a minute to remember that I was in a small village in the mountains of Japan and right before I fell asleep I had been fucking a stunning Asian woman in the ass. My cock stirred at the memory.
I rolled over and listened to the sounds of the jungle around me and breathed in the fragrant mountain air. I had come to this village to meet the people and visit a water project tin which I had invested.
I am a banker by profession but this was a deal that I had financed personally. My parents were killed in a car accident when I was 17 and my sister and I inherited just over $2 million. Most of mine was in real estate and it had done well while I was off in college and had grown to nearly $3 million.
Several weeks ago one of my clients, Kenji Ohtsuka, had come to me with a loan request for $250,000 but the bank was not in the business of making unsecured loans to fund water reconstruction projects in another country. I had the money and decided to take a chance.
Since agreeing to loan Ohtsuka the money he had virtually adopted me as his son and the perks of being Ohtsuka's son were spectacular. They included a bevy of young sexually-talented and willing Asian girls and at least one very talented older – late 20's - Asian woman.
There were some things about this arrangement that did not add up though. For example, why would I be treated like a prince for a mere $250,000? For the captains of Japanese industry who come to this village for R&R that is a paltry amount and any number of them could have made the investment without a thought. For me, it was nearly 10% of my net worth.
My thoughts were interrupted by the screen sliding back on my room and a young Asian woman entered carrying a large bowl with a towel draped over her arm. She set the bowl on the floor next to the bed and turned toward me never making eye contact.
She knelt next to the bed and arranged the pillows so I could sit up and then pulled the covers back revealing my naked body. She dipped the towel in the bowl and began washing my chest with the warm water. My cock immediately began to grow and within seconds was fully hard and pointing straight up at her.
She continued to wash my chest with her left hand and reached down with her right hand and began stroking my cock. Her tiny hand slid all the way up and down my shaft and my hips jerked. I closed my eyes and leaned back.
I felt her move and then felt her lips close over the head of my cock and slide down toward my balls. It seemed these girls had been taught some technique for swallowing dicks as big as their heads and she was using it to work the head of my cock deep into her throat. Her head began sliding up and down and massaging the tip of my cock with her throat. She reached down and gently rubbed my balls as my dick slid into her mouth. When she pushed a finger against my asshole I was lost.
I felt cum boiling up the front side of my cock and the tip swelling. I held off as long as I could and then burst into her mouth. Some white frothy liquid escaped down the side of my cock but she expertly swallowed most of it.
I lay back while she took the warm wash cloth and washed my cock and balls, cleaning up what little escaped her vacuum-like throat. This was definitely the way to start a day.
She finished cleaning me up and helped me into a Yukata, the traditional dress worn in the village. I sat down to my breakfast and found that I was quite hungry from the sex last night and the wake-up call this morning. I had been in the village for less than a day and I already felt better than I had for years.
As I came out of my sex-induced stupor the screen slid open and Hiroku, my host in the village and the woman who had shared my bed the night before, entered. She was carrying a tray with traditional Japanese breakfast consisting of steamed rice, soup and a rolled omelet with some grilled fish inside.
I had met Hiroku several weeks before in the United States when Ohtsuka and I had closed the deal on the loan. Hiroku and I fucked several times that night. I can only describe her as stunning. She has straight black hair to the middle of her back, small firm breasts with large long black nipples and sexual appetites and talents men only dream of. All of this is contained in a 5'1" package that weighs about 100 pounds.
She sat quietly as I inhaled the small but tasty breakfast. While not my normal fare, it was very good. Everything was fresh and it relieved my hunger without filling me up.
"So far this day is starting quite well," I said. "Any chance I might be able to get in a workout sometime today? I haven't exercised for a couple of days and I would love to be able to work out some of the kinks from the long flight."
"Yes, Brad-san," Hiroku replied smiling. "We have an excellent facility here and we had a Gi made for you with Ohtsuka's markings. It is the traditional Gi of the mountain people and is made of slightly heavier material than you may be used to. The mountain people used to practice outside and they needed the heavier material for warmth. I hope you like it."
Hiroku stood and moved the closet and removed a traditional Gi from a hanger and held it out. It was a standard heavy weight Gi in all respects except both sleeves had gold Japanese symbols stitched their
full length.
"That looks too nice to sweat in," I joked. "It's beautiful."
"Please try it on," Hiroku said as she removed the garment from the hanger and handed Brad the tight athletic underwear to slip on under the pants. "You are much larger than the other men in the village and I want to make sure we got the size right."
It fit perfectly and Brad loved the feel of the heavy fabric. His uniforms back in the US were very lightweight with slightly longer sleeves and legs. He had never worn something like this although he had sparred several opponents with them.
"Here is your belt Brad-san," Hiroku said as she held out a plain black belt. "Our tradition is to not decorate belts here. We recognize color only, no ranks within color that is why there are no stripes on the belt."
I tied the belt in the traditional fashion and saw the smile on Hiroku's face when I was finished.
"For a round-eye you look quite good Brad-san," Hiroku joked as she moved toward the door. "Very traditional. Very Samurai."
The training facility was state-of-the-art for the mid-1700's. Ornate wooden staff's, boken's and medicine balls lined the walls of the studio. Several large strike trainers were spread around the room with a large sparring area in the center. The only concession to the 20th century was a heavy bag in the corner suspended from the ceiling. It was currently in use.
"That is Jennifer Abe," Hiroku said quietly as we entered the training facility. "She is the woman who will take you on the tour today. She trains every morning and used to compete in martial arts in the United States when she was in college. It is said she is very skilled."
I watched as the small woman worked the large bag. Her movements were very smooth and her timing was perfect. The bag outweighed her by 30-40 pounds but she could manage it by striking or kicking at the correct time to use the bag's weight against it. She was timing her kicks so they would deliver slightly more energy than the momentum of the bag and the result was that each time she struck the bag it stopped dead. Against a human, this meant the force of her kick was being doubled – half generated by her and half by the momentum of the opponent – and it would be a devastating blow.