Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  Hana has never been able to concentrate for very long before fidgeting and becoming irritable, and I have no desire to live through another one of her moods so soon. There is a whole weekend separating today and her test, so maybe some fresh air would do her good. The toasty environment of the dorm breeds short tempers, and time away to refresh would probably be more beneficial than another hour of banging her head against the wall and pulling her blonde curls out. Probably.

  As I stand to grab my purse, another thought occurs to me. I heard through the grapevine that a new and obscure occult shop had opened downtown; chances were they would have cedarwood or lavender essential oils in stock, or something subtle to help Hana focus.

  When I suggest my idea to Hana, she suddenly draws me into a warm hug and thanks me relentlessly. Being a Wiccan sometimes has its advantages.

  It takes twenty minutes to ride the campus bus downtown, but another hour to officially get lost. MapQuest would have been a wonderful idea, but usually I can only perform one marvelous miracle a day.

  As we circle around a block for the third time, I abruptly feel a mental tug force me to stop, as though my feet have filled with lead. An unnaturally cold, early-October wind stirs my windbreaker and thrashes it about mercilessly. I turn my head to the source and face a narrow, unmarked building. Though curtains are drawn over the two front windows, a faint light softly illuminates the material. Something inside me constricts, and a shiver traces the length of my spine.

  "Hello? Paging Miss Oblivious, is anyone home?" Hana startles me out of my trance and I gaze inquisitively at her before my mind clicks into place.

  "Sorry, sorry. Umm...I think we're here," I murmur uncertainly.

  It seems to take Hana a moment to realize what I am talking about. "Oh." She glances at the building and her brow creases. "Leah...are you sure this is the place?"

  "Yes—well, sort of. All I know for sure is that if we hadn't been looking for it, we never would have found it."

  "This isn't funny, Leah." Hana turns to me, her face darkened with subdued anger. "I know you don't agree with my habits, but that doesn't mean you have to taunt me."

  "What?" Sincere concern coats my tone. "Hana, I honestly don't understand what you mean."

  Hana blinks in embarrasment as she senses my cluelessness. "This...this is the place I buy my...you know, stash."

  My mind connects the dots, and my mouth falls open a little. I found out Hana smokes weed a month ago when we were doing laundry together. I accidentally knocked over her box of dryer sheets when a foilie, a thin pipe made of tin foil, spilled onto the floor. After denying it for a few minutes, she finally admitted her addiction.

  Silence stretches between us until we simultaneously come to the mutual conclusion that it would be better to go inside and leave quickly than to suffer through the chilling wind. We open the door with some reluctance and walk briskly into the shop.

  Once inside, the first sensation I have is relief for the warmth. Almost immediately following is an aroma of nauseating power that assaults my senses in a tantalizing wave. Shrugging it off, I glance around at a shelf full of mildly interesting items: mostly crystal skulls and other junk. The majority of the space in the shop is occupied by tall shelves with tomes of various ages, holding subjects ranging from the ridiculous to the remarkable.

  After a few minutes of browsing, I notice that I've lost myself in the enticing maze of bookshelves and quickly make my way back to the front—no other customers are in the shop, making Hana easy to find. I locate her in conversation with a man behind the counter. He wears all black, from his sweatpants to his sweatshirt. Even his hair is a wisp of black.

  Something about him is intensely erotic, despite his average appearance. As I approach, he levels his almost bemused gaze with mine. His eyes are cold, calculating, almost like a predator, and yet I can't help but marvel at their hypnotic beauty. I find myself fantasizing of all of the dirty, forbidden things I want to do to him, and my body responds with a dull heat rising between my thighs. My nipples harden impossibly, making me grateful for the layers.

  Hana elbows my side, drawing me out of my entrancement. I cough uncomfortably. What am I thinking?

  "And you," the man addresses me leisurely but with vague interest, "have you come to sate your desires?" He draws out his S's, as if he's taking his time.

  I can only stare blankly at a point on his chest as I realize I have absolutely no idea what he's talking about.

  Hana answers for me, "Err—no, she doesn't use."

  I turn to Hana and frown. She ignores me and continues, "Mr. Slendil, this is Leah Wyndham, a friend of mine and my college roommate. She's clean, though," she adds awkwardly.

  "Well, Leah. Everyone has their own addiction, each flavored to suit their needs." Slendil offers a brief smile. "Like popsicles. The question is only what yourss may be."

  Instinctually, I meet his gaze again; this time, I'm able to keep a clear head. "I only came here for oils, Slendil. Nothing else."

  He leans forward slightly and lowers his voice. His face is impassive, other than a sense of implied lust. "I'm not here to judge, Leah. Only to sell." He points to a display case that I missed in a corner. I go over to inspect the small, overpriced blue bottles, and as I leave he finishes his transaction with Hana. I don't bother asking what she bought as she approaches me and says she'll be waiting in the back of the store until I'm done.

  After a few minutes to consider the different oils, during which time I am acutely aware of Slendil's eyes on my back, I choose two bottles and a green soapstone burner with three cobra statues supporting the oil dish. I bring everything over to the counter, where Slendil writes the prices down in flowing script on a receipt notepad in passive amusement. When he finishes, I reach into my jacket and hand the money out to him.

  Slendil hands me the carbon copy with one hand, counting the money while I'm still holding it with his other. Our skin touches. Tauntingly slowly, he fans the bills out in my hands.

  "Your skin is so soft," he breathes, stroking the back of my hand while his other comes up to glide over my fingers. I stop breathing, my body locking under his cool, velvet touch.

  Slendil traces the lines and curves of my hand, turning it over, caressing. His touch is so light it's almost tender. His hands travel up my arm, removing my jacket so he can take it all in. I risk a glance at his face and see him smiling dreamily, a lost look in his eyes. He skims his fingers down my side as his other hand ensnares my wrist in a firm but not painful grip and draws me closer until I'm bent over the counter. Escape doesn't even cross my mind as I let out a low moan as his eyes travel over my exposed cleavage. When his fingertips follow shortly after, a strange heat floods my body with sweet sensations of desire.

  I whimper in protest when he eases my fingers apart and takes the money. As if he had hit a switch, embarrassment floods my cheeks with color, and I grab my stuff and turn around before I can further make a fool out of myself. I call out to Hana that I'm ready and swiftly move to the door.

  The next thing I hear is Hana crying out in pain.

  I pivot on my heel and see Slendil, who has somehow silently crossed the counter to the other side of his store, twisting Hana's wrist behind her back. Crimson rage flares in his brutal eyes; what frightens me the most is the lack of emotion in the rest of his face. When he hisses, almost too quietly for me to hear, his level voice holds blatant threat. "You will watch everyone you have ever loved die horrifically, knowing you could have ssimply followed the rules of my establishment." Slendil lifts his fierce gaze to rest on me.

  The color drains from Hana's face. "N-no, p-p-please!"

  He whispers something into Hana's ear, his eyes never leaving mine, and drops her as she slumps limply to the floor, unconscious. Fear tightly grips my stomach, yet I'm held immobile, spellbound by his mesmerizing stare. Slendil dances over to me, his whole body swaying with sensual ease.

  "Sssso..." he begins slowly. "Now that neither of you are going anyw
here, what would you give up to keep your life?"

  He looks me up and down, breaking the daze and freeing my thoughts, and I quickly return my eyes to his chest. I realize then just how dangerous Slendil is, and how easily he could kill the two of us. It could be weeks before anyone caught on to two missing girls from such a large city campus.

  When I don't respond, he gracefully moves to Hana's side and reaches into her purse, pulling out a plain, black leather-bound book titled Grimorium Verum. It looks very old—and very expensive.

  "She tried to rob me," Slendil states. "Ssso she will pay her debt by learning the harsh lesson of why to not steal from me. However..." in one fluid motion, he returns to me with an impossible charm. "I see you have an understanding of the occult that is rare for one so young. I would be willing to trade for your life. Ssso, what would you give?"

  "Anything," I state with much more confidence than I feel as I stare at his nose. Despite my absolute terror of him, I can't help but feel the impossibly strong attraction and the need to feel his skin beneath mine.

  A spark of interest lightens his mischievous eyes. "How much does this one mean to you?"

  "Hana is my friend. I would gladly take her debt—so long as no one dies or gets hurt," I add quickly.

  His eyes size me up, as if judging how delicious I may be. "I want what I have entirely too much of, yet have a little more bearable than everyone else: time...with you." His fingers gently stroke the side of my face. "I'm sure something as sssimple as that will suffice."

  I flinch away from his touch. "H-how much time?"

  "Oh, it won't have to be long. One month will do."

  I narrow my eyes in concentration as I catch on to his game. "One month, starting when?"

  "Any time I wissh, of course. An hour here, an hour there—what difference does it make?"

  Twenty-four hours in a day, at 30 days in the average month: 720 hours. "I have school to attend, Mr. Slendil. I won't be able to drop whatever I'm doing to come here. I have classes during the day, but if we set a night aside then I can prepare during the week to be sure it stays open."

  Slendil steps closer to me. After some thought, he says, "Your next four Fridays are mine—you will be here promptly at sunset, and you will leave at sunrise. If you can do this, your friend's debt will be voided."

  I swallow passed the sudden lump in my throat, and reluctantly agree to his terms.

  *The Oxford History of Ancient Egypt by Ian Shaw.

  The End.

  Not What They Expected

  Kevin and Sandy had been dating for three years. A submissive female by nature, her meeting Kevin was a streak of pure luck. He fulfilled her need for a dominant male without the threat of violence or abuse.

  In the time she had known him she was constantly surprised by his ability to invent episodes that pushed her to the boundaries of new experiences. He smiled with anticipation as she laid down the cards for what would be the final play of the game. They decided to forego the usual strip poker for a more risque form of punishment for the loser.

  After a few moments of thought he informed his lover that the punishment would be later that evening on the hiking trail by the local lake. She would be required to strip naked and remain so for as long as it pleased him. He also informed her that he would be taking pictures of her.

  They arrived at the lake a few hours before sunset. The warmth of the day had brought a large number out and she was beginning to worry what might happen if someone happened upon the scene of her being naked in public.

  Taking the longer of the two trails they eventually came to a lush wooded area that offered not only some shade from the heat of the day, but a perfect background for the pictures he wanted. He positioned her just off the path and instructed her to strip down to her underwear for the first series of photos.

  She swallowed nervously and looked around out of habit as she began loosening the buttons on her sleeveless top. Once it was off her she then unsnapped her jeans and slowly slid out of them until she was standing in front of him clothed only in a thin bra and panties.

  She tossed the clothing over to him at his command and nervously followed his directions for a couple of poses. She was turned with her back towards him and bent over with her ass in the air when she heard the unmistakable sound of someone approaching on the path.

  She panicked and turned towards him pleading with him to give her clothing back, but to no avail. The sounds came closer as she tried desperately to conceal her near nudity. Her breathing became more excited and her face began to blush as she looked at her lover for help.

  A couple out for an evening hike stared at the sight before them unsure of what to say. Kevin smiled and explained that he just wanted some sexy pictures of his girl friend and hoped they were not offended.

  The other couple's reply made it clear that they found the scene rather pleasing. Kevin was slightly taken aback when the other male produced a rather expensive camera and asked if they could take a few shots as well.

  Sandy shot a quick eye to Kevin waiting for his response. It was clearly not what she would have wanted him to say. He invited them to take as many shots as they liked. Sandy was now being photographed in her bra and panties by a couple she had never met, and in the middle of the woods in broad daylight.

  She could feel the couple's lustful stares as their eyes roamed every inch of her body. After a few more shots Kevin ordered her to remove the bra. She swallowed nervously as her eyes scanned the couple wishing they would leave, yet finding it highly exciting to be stripping in front of them.

  Reaching behind her, she nervously fumbled with the fasteners of the sheer bra. After a moment or two it fell into her hands and she tossed it over to Kevin who laid it with the rest of her clothing now forming at his feet. Her ample breasts were now clearly on display. Even worse was the fact that despite her embarrassment the nipples were beginning to harden, giving an erotic display to the newly formed audience.

  Kevin then told her it was time to step out of the panties for the final shot. Pure adrenalin raced through her as she realized she would be totally naked in front of the other couple.

  Her hands traced the top of her panties as she slid them inside and began lowering them. The air gently caressed her bald pussy as the panties made their way past the knees and down to her feet where she stepped out of them and tossed the last remaining article of clothing over to Kevin.

  Both cameras clicked away as she posed for various shots. They seemed to delight in getting some ass shots as they talked among themselves.

  She could not make out the exact conversation but she was sure it involved her posing some more for their enjoyment.

  It seemed surreal as the other male slowly made his way over to her side. His hand began tracing the areola as her nipple involuntarily began to harden. She could hear Kevin taking pictures but she was lost in the blur of the excitement and pure adrenalin now racing through her body.

  The combination of his warm breath on her neck and his hands roaming her tender breasts was sending waves of forbidden pleasure all through her. She had not even noticed the other female who had stripped naked herself and was now joining them.

  She felt the woman's hands slide softly between her legs, forcing them to spread, and began slowly caressing her labia while her thumb began rubbing the ever swelling clitoris. Her female juices began flowing steadily as she became a captive to the stranger's touches.

  The female took her through two powerful orgasms as he body convulsed and shook in response. Lost in lustful abandon she soon found herself sucking the male's cock while Kevin took picture after picture of the erotic orgy involving the two strangers.

  The hastily formed orgy ended with Sandy lying on her stomach while her tongue roamed the pussy of the other female. As the evening sun went down Kevin and Sandy sat on the porch of the cabin the other couple had rented. They drank some wine and ate some cheese while discussing the day's events. She was sure she would be seeing much more of
the newly formed friends in the future.

  The End.

  The Dance

  After 30 plus years of marriage, I have to admit that we don't have very many "Romantic Evenings" or go out on the town very often. Oh, we like to travel, take cruise ships to exotic ports, and visit many different places, but budgets will only allow one or two of those adventures each year.

  The kids are all grown, married, and out of the house with families of their own. Now, we have the regular family Sunday Dinners and frequent visits from the grand kids, which we love. I suppose, we've fallen into the quiet, less-adventurous, less-sexy, stay at home grandparent's category.

  Sadly, our sexual adventures were also lack luster. I think we have tried every position in the book. Yes, even at our age, we still enjoy a wide variety of sexual activity. We still want sex. It just doesn't happen that often or with the same energy as it did in our younger days. Some things don't get better with age!

  When we received an invitation to go to a dance for seniors at a local hotel, we agreed it would be a good chance to get out, so we sent back the "RSVP" and put the date on the calendar. We had not been to a dance for many years and we were soon to discover just how rusty we were.

  We arrived at the hotel just as the dance was starting. There were the usual drinks and refreshments, minimal decorations, soft lighting, and a small, live band playing music with a great dance beat up on a raised platform. We helped ourselves to a drink and wondered around to see if we knew anyone else there. The crowd was still small in numbers, but new people were constantly arriving.

  My wife, Jenny has always been a pretty woman, and in my eyes, she is still gorgeous! She was dressed in a simple white, V-neck blouse with a white, lacy, softly padded bra underneath, which I strongly encouraged her to wear. It supports and shows off the deep cleavage between her beautiful 38D breasts very nicely. The bra was moderately visible through the white blouse fabric, and she looked very sexy. We both noticed several approving glances as we moved around. Her black skirt was a few inches shorter than normal, and I enjoyed seeing a little extra leg above her knees. The skirt would flare up when she turned and I couldn't wait to get her on the dance floor!