Dirty, Sexy, Taboo (14 page)

“Have you ever been rimmed?” I asked.

“No,” he answered.

“Ohh, a virgin! Well, Daddy…you’re in for a treat,” I promised. “There’s nothing like a soft, wet tongue wiggling around in your ass.” I sat up and gazed at him with open hope. “Will you let me put a finger up your ass? How about a dildo? I’d love to fuck you with a strap-on, Daddy.”

He gulped and his face flushed but he nodded slowly. “Sure. Have you…done that before?”

I nodded with a devilish smile. “I like watching the cock slide in and out of a tight ass. It’s a huge turn-on. Does it turn you on?”

His gaze turned hungry and I knew his cock would jump back to life if we kept talking. “Yes,” he admitted roughly. “But I never thought I’d be the one getting fucked in the ass.”

I bit my bottom lip, my breathing already quickening as curiosity quickly turned to lust. “I’d love to be your first. I’ll be gentle…I promise.”

He quivered and shook at the implication and I knew we were going to have lots of fun together.

“Ohh, Daddy,” I said with a sweet sigh. “We should’ve been knocking boots from the day we met. Think of all the dirty, nasty, totally taboo fun we could’ve been having! Now we’ll just have to spend this week making up for lost time!”

His sharp intake of breath told me he was just as excited at the prospect of spending the week together in various positions, naked and wet, tongues in every orifice —
 
and I couldn’t wait.

I was going to introduce him to a whole new world of fucking.

And judging by the way his cock jumped to attention at my touch, he was just as eager for the adventure.

By Alexx Andria

My mom married Dr. Tom when I was seventeen. It was a bad match from the start.

For one, Dr. Tom is a professor at the local university and he’s a real brainiac. He dressed in cardigans and wore glasses. He spent most of his evenings with his nose buried in a thick stack of research and if it weren’t for the fact that his body demanded it, I don’t even think he’d take a break to eat or sleep…or do anything else for that matter.

And then there was my mom. Well, to put it mildly, my mom was the exact opposite. She was a social butterfly —
 
in fact, that’s how they met at some function where Dr. Tom was coerced into attending for the sake of funding for his latest project — and she was an indiscriminate flirt. So yeah, when Mommy Dear brought home Dr. Tom I didn’t buy into the whole thing. I figured she’d bore of his academic nature and move on, which she did —
 
I do know Mommy well — but she also moved on without me. Oh, don’t get me wrong, she put on a good show about me needing a stable environment so I could finish high school but seeing as I was eighteen already, she knew she wasn’t legally obligated to make sure I was fed and clothed, but whatever, I was fine with her leaving the scene because between you and me…I’d already made plans to make Dr. Tom —
 
mine.

Of course, it wasn’t easy. Dr. Tom was totally hung up on the whole age thing. He was in his mid-forties, I was 18 but for all the years between us, Dr. Tom was pretty naïve about things. For example, when he inadvertently caught sight of my belly button ring, he’d stared so hard I thought he was going to burn a hole through my skin. He’d blushed and scurried away with papers clutched to his chest, murmuring something about needing to get back to work and I’d realized with a surge of excitement, I’d seen something in Dr. Tom’s eyes that hadn’t been there before —
 
raw lust.

Dr. Tom was such a buttoned-down, old-fashioned gentleman-type that he never would’ve propositioned me openly but I started catching his gaze tracking my every move when he thought I wasn’t watching. I saw the way his hungry stare roved my curves, the way he tried to hide the growing bulge in his tan slacks, and late at night, I heard his muffled moans from behind the wall we shared.

And it excited me to the point of losing my mind at the idea that my shy, super-smart step-daddy burned with shame because he desperately wanted to bury his cock inside me. Once, while my ear was pressed against the wall and my fingers softly strummed my clit, I listened with rapt attention to the way his breathing quickened and turned harsh as he stroked himself to completion. I pictured his hips jerking as he squirted hot cum all over his hand and I wanted to taste his thick cream on my tongue as it shot down my throat. I wanted to milk him dry, sucking every last drop from his balls until he gasped my name in total submission. I quietly came against that wall, wishing Daddy had been the one to make me cum instead of my finger.

Now, before you get all squicky because he’s my step-dad, let’s get this straight, I’d never laid eyes on the man until my mom brought him home a year ago. So, really, he was just a man to me —
 
but what made it ultra hot was that
he
suffered from some misguided notion that I was hands-off. It was really kinda cute how he tried so diligently to keep his eyes from straying too hard to the places I knew he wanted to taste and feel. Of course, I didn’t make it easy for him. I dressed provocatively — practically waving my tits and ass in his face whenever I had the chance —
 
and found any excuse I could to get him to touch me or vice versa. It’d become a fun, perverse game that he had no idea he was about to lose.

So when the time finally came, I knew exactly what I wanted.

I wanted to fuck my step-daddy.

But I’d have to finesse it. I knew he’d balk if I just came at him like a horny teenager on prom night. I’d have to ease him into my sweet little pussy before he’d give into the desire I saw hiding behind those gorgeous blue eyes.

And make no mistake about it, the man might’ve hidden behind grandpa cardigans and slacks, but he had a body most guys would kill for. Basically, the only exercise he managed to get in between his intense research jags was a good run early in the morning but it was enough to keep him lean and mean. He ran six miles religiously every morning at 7 a.m. then showered, dressed and went straight into his office to work a 16-hour day. In my opinion, that’s just too much work for one person. He needed a release valve and I was happy to provide one for him.

Saturday came and just like clockwork, Dr. Tom headed out the door with his earbuds firmly in place and classic rock blasting through his ears.

When he returned, I was ready for him. Operation: Make Daddy My Bitch was underway.

I pretended not to notice as he bounded up the stairs to shower and he pretended not to see that I was wearing my favorite booty shorts that barely cleared my ass cheeks and the tightest low-cut T-shirt I owned. The shirt cut across my braless tits and showed my pebbled nipples quite nicely. I knew he’d gotten an eyeful and was likely going to jerk off in the shower. I really liked the thought of him rubbing one out to my image. Turned me on even more than I was already at the thought of seducing my step-dad.

He finished in the shower and came downstairs, his dark hair still wet, and I popped up to follow him into his office.

“Daddy, do you have a second?” I asked sweetly. I loved how he tried to school his gaze away from my tits and ass. It was fucking adorable. He had some misperception that I was an innocent girl who’d gotten stuck with an irresponsible mother who rarely gave me a second thought beyond the superficial. No doubt he felt some sort of protective instinct toward me. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I probably knew more about sex than he could ever imagine. I wanted to show him just how much I knew; I was fairly certain I could teach him a thing or two about the fucky-fucky.

“Sure, Serena,” he said, smiling with uncertainty. “Problem with your homework?”

Hardly. I was a straight A student —
 
and not because I’d fucked the academic decathlon team —
 
which I had, but that wasn’t the point. I was just plain smart.

“I was wondering if you could help me work this kink out of my back,” I said, wincing with feigned distress. “I think I slept on it wrong and now I have this pinch…I just need you to rub it a bit. I can’t quite reach.”

He seemed caught, unsure of what to do. I lifted my shirt modestly so that my back showed but my tits were still covered. I had to tread cautiously if I wanted this to work. One wrong move and he’d bolt. “Um…sure, I can try,” he said, trying to seem unaffected by the sight of my bare back. I pushed my ass into his lap and arched my spine just slightly. I heard him suck in a tight breath. I knew he was imagining the view if he were giving it to me from behind, maybe with me bent over his desk. Ohh, that would be awesome! I got wet just thinking about it.

“Everything okay, Daddy?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder to gaze at him with my dark brown eyes. I moved my hot pussy right over his cock and I could feel the bulge growing in his pants. I knew he could see my little flower tattoo in the middle of my back. My little tramp stamp. I blinked and appeared as innocent as possible as I pleaded, “Please, Daddy?”

He shook himself and tried to focus on my request like a good Daddy. I nearly giggled at how easy this was going to be. His hands spread out across my bare skin with subtle pressure and I moaned in response. “That’s it, Daddy,” I said, encouraging him. “Right there. A little harder.”

His broad hands should’ve been soft from all the paper pushing he did, but they were firm and rough like that of a construction worker and they gave a delicious abrasion to my smooth skin. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned again, glancing back at him with a mildly coy expression. I felt his cock straining against my thigh, the heat from his rod warming my pussy through my cotton panties. “What’s wrong?”

Sweat had broken out along his forehead and I knew I was probably going to hell for what I was putting the poor man through but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel him inside me.

And I always found a way to get what I wanted.

“S-serena,” he said, his voice tightening but his hands still touched my body almost reverently. “Such beautiful skin…so silky, so smooth…”

I saw the window of opportunity crack open and I pushed my way through it. I rubbed my pussy along his cock, making sure he felt the moist heat of my hole through his pants and he groaned as if being tortured. “Stop,” he gasped but he actually thrust toward me, his cock eager to fuck me even if his mind was fighting it.

“But I don’t want to stop,” I whispered with a soft giggle and quickly turned to straddle him. Within seconds my top was off and my tits were right in his face. My upturned nipples, tight and pebbled, begged for his mouth and his eyes widened as his breathing turned uneven. “Go ahead, Daddy…suck them. You know you want to.”

“God help me, but I do,” he groaned, his hands reaching up to slowly cup each full breast. I melted into his touch and leaned forward, leading my aching nipples right to his mouth. His tongue came out to tentatively lick my little pink berries and the teasing flick caused me to tremble. “It’s not right…”

“That’s what makes it so good,” I murmured with a devilish smile, arching my back further. His hands reached up to my shoulder blades and suddenly he’d sucked my entire areola into his hot, greedy mouth, drawing on the flesh as if he was a baby and I was his mama. I let my head fall back with a gasp. “
Yessss
! Suck my tits, Daddy! Suck them hard!”

And he did, his head bobbing as he licked and sucked my sensitive little titties until I was writhing in his lap, impatient for more.

“Ohhhh, God…” he said in a muffled voice against my skin, sliding his hot mouth between the valley of my breasts, moving his hands to fill them with my plump ass. “I can’t get enough of you. You’re all I think of, night and day. I want you so bad, I can’t think straight. At night,” he swallowed as if afraid to continue. I ran my fingers along the ridge of his cock to encourage him. He followed the trace of my finger and almost choked on his own words. “…I touch myself…wishing it was you. I want to do such bad things to you. I want…ohh,” he groaned. “I want to be inside you!”

His heartfelt confession was like a shot of aphrodisiac and I slid from his lap and slowly pulled my shorts off and tossed them away. His gaze feasted on every inch of me from my long legs, my belly ring, my bare pussy, and the tits he couldn’t wait to get back into his mouth. I had him right where I wanted him. “Take off your clothes, Daddy,” I instructed him softly. “I want your cock in my mouth. Right. Now.”

He closed his eyes as if still fighting the battle in his head but I knew I’d won. He knew it, too, but he had to at least give resistance a good appearance. I knew he wanted me so badly he was shaking with it. I loved the power I had over him. It was delicious and heady. “Take off your clothes,” I repeated myself firmly.

His eyes slowly opened and his hand went to his fly. “If we do this…there’s no going back,” he said desperately, as if trying to put some sense of reason and logic between us instead of the heated sexual tension.

I wanted to laugh. I knew the moment my mom had brought him around he was going to be mine. Silly man. It’d only been a matter of time.

Within seconds, his pants and underwear were off and a beautifully large cock sprang free, bouncing with the motion. He blushed and I knelt before him. I cupped his balls, the silky soft skin sliding beneath my fingertips. He gasped when I bent down and sucked his twins gently into my mouth. I rolled them along my tongue, eliciting a groan from Daddy, then ran my tongue along the seam of his ball sac.