Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  "God. That is amazing! How in the world do you do that?" He heard Sally say. Cary blinked again at that, here he sat with some strange woman's bare pussy almost shoved in his face and his wife sat there asking questions?

  "It's pretty easy, I could teach you. You are gorgeous, honey, you could make a fortune in this place." The dancer looked over at Sally, then down at her breasts and smiled.

  Sally beamed, she was staring, a fascinated look on her face.

  Cary had never seen her like that. He would have expected her to freak out, instead she just sat there grinning.

  Tara now had one foot on each side of his legs, actually standing on the chair seat with her knees blatantly spread, resting them on the armrest on each side of him. The soft chair kept him from sitting upright, he was nearly flat on his back. If he leaned forward just six inches, he would have his face in her pussy. She ran her hands up and down his thighs, then Cary felt his zipper slide down.

  He reached down instantly to stop that.

  "Let her!" Sally muttered in a husky voice. He saw a glance back and forth between Tara and Sally, then Tara smirked. She tugged the zipper in his pants down and opened them. Fumbling, she got her fingers into the waist band of his briefs. She used her knees to pin his arms down.

  Cary was now completely hard even though he was willing himself to not be. He felt the catch of his pants release, she wrapped her hand around him.

  "Sally?" He asked, but she didn't answer.

  In seconds she had his penis out, sliding her legs over the back of the chair she drew her pussy up and down his length, stopping just before she got to the very tip, holding his erection against herself with one hand as she repeated the motion over and over.

  Cary looked again at Sally, she was still staring.

  "Nice big fat one here, you are lucky, honey!" Tara said to Sally. From somewhere a small package appeared, Cary had no idea where it came from since Tara was completely nude.

  She had it open and was rolling a condom onto him before he could protest. The way he was plastered back into the chair and leaned back made it hard to move. Then she began again to rub herself up and down his length again.

  "Sally!" Cary tried to protest.

  "It's OK, honey, I just want to see what they do." She said. She was now sitting forward on the edge of her seat, leaning out so she could see.

  "But..." Tara was now causing some incredible sensations, Cary had no way to get her off of him without becoming violent.

  He almost expected her to slide up and begin to fuck him but she didn't, and with her pelvis so high in the air as she was leaned back, there was no real danger of him sliding inside unless she moved. Her pussy slid up and down his length from the base to just before the tip, over and over.

  Cary's balls tightened up, he knew what was going to happen.

  "Want me to do him, honey?" Tara asked Sally with a grin.

  He was floored when Sally just nodded, Tara's hands came down and wrapped around him and began to work up and down.

  She was quite expert at that, Cary lasted just a minute or two before he blasted off inside the condom. Then she stood up, reached for a towel and removed the condom. She quickly wiped Cary up, grinned at Sally.

  "Hey, come see me if you ever want to work, honey. With tits like yours you will make a pile of money!" Then she pulled on her negligee and left.

  Sally sat there with a silly smile on her face.

  Cary was almost in shock, he felt like he couldn't move.

  "What in the hell just happened?" He asked Sally. She still had a glazed expression on her face.

  "I don't know, that woman just..God that was hot! I had no idea they would actually..." Sally was still staring at Cary's penis, now softened. He reached down, stuffed himself into his briefs and quickly rearranged his pants.

  Cary took her by the arm and steered her out of the club, blushing as several heads turned to look their way. Tara was now up on the stage again, she waved at them.

  "Come back soon." The huge black guy told them, again looking Sally up and down carefully.

  "Are we going to go get my car?" She asked.

  "No, let's pick it up tomorrow." He didn't want her driving even though she looked to be all right. He mostly wanted to get home, inside where he would feel safe.

  What had just happened was not anything he would ever have even considered, and Sally had just sat there.

  They drove home in silence. Sally went in and sat in the living room as Cary poured some soft drinks. He came back in and handed her one, then sat down.

  "What in the hell was all of that?" He asked her, finally.

  "I wanted to know what they do, is all."

  "Well, I guess we both do now. That isn't something I really wanted to do, you know."

  "I know. You would never cheat on me but it wasn't like that. It was just...I wanted to see what they did? It was just an impulse."

  "That was one hell of an impulse!"

  "I know, I'm sorry. Are you mad at me?"

  Mad at her?

  "No. I'm not mad, I would have thought that you would be mad at...me?" Sally still had Cary completely floored, her reactions were nothing like he would have expected.

  "I was just curious, I never saw anything like that before, I wanted to know what they do."

  "Well, I guess you do now!" Cary laughed, suddenly he found all of this funny.

  "I sure do. I want to try that with you, OK?"

  "Why, are you planning on practicing for a job down there?" Cary grinned at her.

  "No, I could never do something like that. I just want to try that rubbing thing on you like she did. I never even thought of doing something like that."

  "I don't know, do you think I can get it up?"

  "I will bet you can." She grinned, standing up. She reached down and tugged the little red dress over her head.

  There wasn't a stitch underneath it.

  Cary blinked again at that.

  "When did you do that?" He asked, looking at her puffy hairless loins.

  "Oh, I shaved it all off before I left today, do you like it?" She pushed her pelvis forward, a sexy look on her face.

  "Yes, I do. But I mean what happened to your..panties?"

  "I took them off right after I got to the first club. When I was waiting for you. I expected you to be there any minute, but then it took a whole hour." She laughed.

  "You mean when those two guys were...You said you were dancing, you mean with no panties on?"

  "Yep!" Sally giggled.

  "I know the one guy knew, because he put his hand on my fanny when we were dancing. I made him quit that. But then they both knew and started getting grabby." she added.

  "Did anything else happen?" He asked. This was strange also, she was standing there stark naked while they had an almost normal discussion.

  "Not really, the one guy kept trying to slide his hand..up there, and I kept stopping him. Then the taller guy complimented me on my boobs and was trying to touch them, that's when you showed up."

  "Oh. Maybe you should wait until I am around before you ever do anything like that again."

  "Yes. It was just an impulse. But it made me kinda...hot?"

  "I can see that. Come here."

  Sally slid up on top of Cary. In short order she had his pants undone, then she got up on top of him and used her hairless pussy to stroke his length.

  "You sure do have a nice big fat one, honey!" She said, giggling.

  "I know, Tara told me so." Cary grinned.

  "Didn't you get jealous when she....?" He managed to ask, Sally was causing some very nice sensations as she slowly slid her lower body back and forth.

  "No, I was right there and she used a condom. I can't believe it, she had her hands right on your cock!" She was panting now.

  "That made you horny?" Cary asked, feeling himself shudder as she just kept sliding her hips back and forth against him.

  "Yes! It was hot, but she didn't actually have you put it in."r />
  "What would you have done if she had?" He pressed at her with his hips trying to get inside her, but she was leaned too far back.

  "I don't know, I was pretty drunk I think but probably made her stop. I didn't plan..I mean, it just..happened and I was curious, I wanted to know what they do. Now put it in me...please?" Sally lay back and opened her legs wide.

  +++

  Later, he lay there holding her.

  "No more of those clubs, OK?" He said.

  "OK."

  "And no more going out with no panties when I am not there, either." He added.

  "Oh, I don't know about that. That was fun. I have been so horny all day, just thinking about you. I wasn't going to take them off, but then I was sitting at the bar and...I just wanted to surprise you!" She grinned.

  Cary looked at her. Good lord, was she thinking of going out looking like that again? He felt himself begin to stiffen at the thought.

  "Honey, today has been full of surprises!" He told her.

  Sally rolled over and reached for her phone, began pushing buttons.

  She glanced at his swiftly expanding erection, giggled as she pushed the button to send the message.

  The other one went off almost instantly, laughing he reached to pick it up.

  "if i do u better not b late" It read.

  Cary lay back satisfied, grinning.

  He never was going to every understand women.

  The End.

  Palm Reading

  It all started with a fortune cookie. I had gotten Chinese takeaways for dinner, and with it came a fortune cookie. After finishing my sweet and sour pork, I opened the cookie to read the message. Of course, I had been expecting something generic, but I was in for quite a surprise. The message inside the fortune cookie read:

  You will hurt your foot.

  ***

  So that's how I found myself standing in front of the fortune teller's house (or Jasmine the Seer, as she called herself in the ad in the local paper). For the past week I simply couldn't take my mind off the mysterious fortune cookie I had received. I was constantly imagining pains in my foot when I thought about the fortune cookie. Whilst I normally scoffed at such notions as fortune-telling, my friend Liz had suggested that I go and see a self-proclaimed psychic. Since it couldn't hurt, I had agreed. I phoned the number given in the ad in the paper, and arranged an appointment with a young woman over the phone.

  I rang the doorbell and waited. The door opened, and there was a beautiful young woman standing before me. She wore a sinister yet formfitting black cloak. Her hair was long and dark, her lips were full, and she had soft blue eyes. But what really caught my attention was her tits. They were truly enormous. Her cloak did little to hide their mountainous beauty, as valleys of deep cleavage were exposed. This wasn't what I expected a fortune teller to look like.

  "Do come in," she said. I had been staring. She gave a dazzling smile. "I'm Jasmine the Seer, and you must be Steven." She didn't look Persian. Peterborough was more likely.

  "Follow me to the Room of Enlightenment," she said, and turned on her heel. Only then did I realise how truly short her cloak was. It only came to a few inches below her bum, and as she walked, her cloak rode up, and I prayed for a glimpse of her asscheeks. Although cloaks were usually very baggy garments worn by monks and the like, hers was tightly stretched around her arse. And what an arse it was. They were two round globes of perfection, clearly not constrained by any panty. I watched the sway of her cheeks as I followed her, mesmerised.

  We sat down in her living room. There was a crystal ball on her coffee table.

  "So what is it that you want to know, darling?" she asked me sweetly.

  I gulped. There was something about her that made me nervous. It was her tits, definitely.

  "Oh, you know, er, just my future. What the stars hold for me and so on."

  "And do you have faith in the powers of divination and the spirits to lead you into the future?"

  "Oh definitely. The spirits are like, top, you know? Yeah, I'm way into that kind of stuff."

  It occurred to me that I sounded like a complete twit. Thoughts along those lines frequently occur to me when I'm talking to attractive women who I will never be able to sleep with. Although they are generally phrased more like "Oh fuck, Steven, you're really cocking this up, you stupid twat." But I try not to talk like that in regular conversations.

  "Give me your palm," she instructed. I did as she told me.

  She studied it intently for a minute or two. All this time I was gazing with rapt attention at her bosom. She wasn't wearing a bra either. They didn't show any sign of sagging. I watched as her breasts heaved along with her breathing.

  "This is very strange," she said finally. "Unless I'm very much mistaken..."

  "Is it anything to do with my foot?" I asked. She looked at me as if I was mad.

  "No, not your foot," she said. "Here, drink some tea."

  The tea was cold, so I gulped it down quickly. I handed her the empty cup. Jasmine inspected the leaves in the cup.

  "There's no doubt about it. The two of us are going to make love."

  I leapt two inches in the air. "Sorry, I thought for a moment there that you said, erm, that we should, er..."

  "Make love, yes."

  I was completely flustered. I opened my mouth to say something, but the beauty in front of me who apparently had already decided that we were to fornicate made speech rather difficult.

  Jasmine sighed. "Your palm and tealeaves quite clearly show that we have to fornicate. I can understand that you may be morally opposed to this, but I have to warn you that trying to defy fate or the will of the spirits will only lead to great woe in both of our lives."

  I was in no mood to refuse this buxom woman. Particularly when she stood up and took off her cloak, revealing her full naked beauty to me.

  Her tits were nothing short of perfect. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, and it was almost a pity that her luscious thighs had to be overshadowed by her other prominent curves.

  Up to that point I had been firmly rooted to my seat. I quickly jumped up and tried to tear my clothes off all at once, which is no easy task. Jasmine giggled.

  "Allow me."

  She took my shirt off, and then eased me back into my seat. She slowly lowered herself down to her knees. She held my gaze as she unzipped my jeans.

  Her hot mouth planted kisses all over my cock. I was in pure bliss as I allowed her to wrap her lips around my cock, which was quickly growing fully erect. I grabbed a tit and gave it a good mauling. Jasmine got to work, making love to my dick with her mouth. I tweaked her nipple. She seemed intent on getting all of me into her mouth. I was in wondrous ecstasy as she gave me a proper deepthroat.

  She released my cock from the heaven it had been in with a plop.

  "Oh, Jasmine," I moaned.

  "You can call me Jenna, darling," she said.

  Although I had been disappointed when Jenna stopped blowing me, my disappointment turned to delight as she mounted me. Jenna guided my cock to her pussy. I let out an involuntary gasp as I penetrated her sex. Jenna bounced rhythmically as she impaled herself on my dong. Her tits were jiggling wondrously, even smacking me in the face. I grabbed a hold of her peachy ass and thrusted my cock deep into her pussy. I felt myself nearing the point of orgasm just as Jenna entered the ecstasy of her own orgasm. I shot wave after wave of cum deep into her pussy.

  I stayed inside her as my cock slowly went limp. We lay panting in each other's arms. My head was resting on her tits. We just lay like that for a few minutes. I gave her left nipple a light bite. She giggled (if she kept this up I may end up falling for this mad woman) and got up. She read my palm again.

  "It's still the same," she said. I gave her a quizzical look. "It means we'll have to carry on committing these sins of the flesh.

  "You mean that we still need to do some fucking?" I asked incredulously.

  "I know that this is extremely inconvenient Steven, but it is of the ut
most importance that we make love regularly, preferably whenever possible. Right now would be a good time."

  "I'm not too sure I'll be up for it again, Jenna, what with the orgasm I've just had."

  She pondered this for a moment. "How about if you do me up the arse?"

  "Now you're talking, babe."

  Jenna got down on her knees again and spat on my cock and gave it a quick sucking. "There, that should do it."

  Jenna got down on her hands and knees. She stuck her bum up in the air. Now whilst I have touched on her bottom before, I should make it clear that words can't describe those two amazing globes. I needed no second invitation to position myself behind her.

  I spread her cheeks apart to stick my semi-erect cock in. "Oww," Jenna moaned. I kept on foraging, going ever deeper into her arse, with my cock stiffening along the way. Jenna breathed heavily, clearly in some pain.

  "You OK?" I felt compelled to ask.

  "Fuck me, Steven!" she yelled.

  I was only too happy to oblige. I went slowly at first, and then gradually picked up the pace. Seeing her two asscheeks wrapped tightly around my cock was an amazing sight to behold, but even that didn't have anything on the sensational feeling I had of buggering this sex goddess. Since I had cum only recently, I was holding out a lot longer this time. She moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I stuffed my cock deep into her arse. My balls slapped against her ass rhythmically. We kept on going like this for almost ten minutes. Eventually I just couldn't hold out any more, and I came inside her arse. Despite the fact that I had come recently, I still shot a large load of cum into her arse.

  I extracted my now limp dick from her arse. My cum was leaking from her bottom, slowly dribbling down her thighs. Jenna turned around and licked my cock clean, unperturbed by the fact that it had just been in her arse.

  "That was absolutely great," I said. "I may find myself coming around to this idea of having sex at every opportunity."

  "I think that as long as we get together about twice a week for a fuck we should be okay," she said, making no effort to cover her naked beauty. I promised to call her so that we could arrange future dates.