Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  As if on cue, Becca slowly opened her eyes as the women continued to grind, and caught Ryan's eyes staring directly into hers. For a moment she froze, and it was long enough for Kim to realize that something was amiss. She turned her head to follow Becca's stare and gasped when she saw Ryan standing at the doorway. For a minute, no one said anything. Then Kim moved off Becca, trying to cover herself up.

  "I, I... I don't know what to say," she stumbled. "I just came over to pick something up, and I'm not sure what happened."

  "Don't be sorry," Ryan said. "My wife certainly isn't."

  He said it with a slight smile, one that seemed to put both women at ease.

  "What do we do now?" Ryan said.

  For the first time, his wife spoke. "Well, I guess that's up to you," Becca said. "It seems you're not entirely displeased."

  Ryan looked down and realized that his aroused state was pretty obvious, but the fact that his erection was obvious to both Kim and Becca only made him more turned on.

  "Would you two mind if I got a little more comfortable?" he asked. "And, by that I mean, naked?"

  "I guess there's no turning back now," said Kim. "Becca, are you OK with this?"

  "Oh man, I wish I had a few glasses of wine in me right now, but let's make the most of it."

  Ryan pulled his shirt over his head, kicked off his shoes and quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled off his jeans. He was wearing only boxer briefs as he made his way toward the bed. He really wasn't sure what to do next, but Becca helped answer that question as she began rubbing his cock through his briefs. Slowly, she pulled down his briefs as his rock-hard seven-inch cock sprang free. As Ryan stepped out of his briefs, Becca looked over at Kim and said, "Wanna help?"

  It was just the invitation Kim was waiting for as she moved her hands to cup Ryan's balls and slowly, but gently dragged her nails over them. She continue to fondle his balls while Becca got more comfortable and worked her head down to his cock. It didn't take her long to begin working her warm, hot mouth up and down his cock. She had never been able to take more than 3-4 inches at a time, but to Ryan's shock, he looked down and saw his pubic hair brushing up against her nose. He was in sheer heaven as she milked his cock and Kim raked his balls. He knew he'd be cumming everywhere in about 30 seconds if this continued, so he pulled out of Becca's mouth and said, "I don't want this to end yet."

  Becca smiled and said, "What did you have in mind?"

  "What am I allowed to do?" he countered.

  "Well, since you busted me, I guess you're entitled to your own fantasy. You can do anything you'd like, as long as it's OK with Kim."

  Kim's smile seemed to be confirmation that she was OK with that as well.

  With that, Ryan moved a few inches closer to Kim, embraced her and began passionately kissing her. He wanted nothing more than to feel her gorgeous body next to his, with her large tits pressing against his skin. For a moment, Becca disappeared in his mind as he ran his hands up and down Kim's body, stopping at her smooth ass, then pulling his body far enough away to grasp one tit in each hand. After having played with Becca's small tits for his entire married life, he felt like a 18-year-old again as he lavished Kim's tits. As he moved down to kiss her tits and suck on her hard nipples, he felt Becca's hand gently caressing his hair, almost encouraging him to enjoy another woman.

  Ryan looked up and said, "Ladies, I've got to cum soon."

  "Let me handle this," said Becca. She gently pushed Kim down on the bed, and placed her hand on Ryan's ass to encourage him to move closer to her. Her other hand found Kim's dripping wet pussy. She enjoyed running her fingers up and down Kim's crotch for a few minutes before she looked into Ryan's eyes and said, "Have fun." With that, she pushed even harder on his ass and her intentions became obvious. She wanted her husband to fuck another woman in front of her.

  His breath caught as his cock touch the entrance to her pussy. He looked up at Becca and said, "Are you sure?"

  "Trust me, I don't think I've ever wanted to see something more than I want to see this."

  With that, Ryan slid his cock in Kim's greased hole. It went in smoothly and everyone seemed to stop for a minute to take in the scene. But Ryan couldn't wait much longer. He quickly began thrusting into Kim and slapping his balls against her as he drove his cock into her. He lowered down to french kiss Kim's waiting mouth as the two made love.

  As he continued to fuck Kim, he felt some hot breath on his ass and realize he was about to get a special treat from his wife. Soon, he felt her hands pull apart his ass cheeks and her tongue found his asshole. That was enough to drive him over the edge and he began to shoot hot streams of cum into Kim's pussy. As he slowly pulled out, Becca wasted no time in slipping in between his cock and Kim's pussy to clean up the mess. She happily licked up the cum as it spilled out of Kim's drenched pussy.

  The End.

  The Perils of Photography

  'You have one new message.'

  Amelia lifted her head from her book as her computer let out a small chime. She knew that she should have ignored her computer but revising was just too boring. Marking her page she threw her book onto the bed and quickly opened up her email account.

  The email had no subject and it was from someone that she had never heard of she should have deleted the message and returned to her revision but her curiosity got the best of her. Opening the email she scrolled down to the message.

  'I have something that might interest you.'

  Reading the sentence under her breath she became momentarily confused before deciding it was a spam email. Shaking her head, she deleted the message and returned to her book.

  Amelia had just returned from University for the winter break and already she was desperately missing it. University had given her the chance to reinvent herself; at high school she had been a loser, clinging onto anyone who could raise her social standing.

  Yet at University she was known as a party girl, people actually came to her to see whether she was going out and when she said no they pressured her into it. But ask anyone from her school they had to be reminded twice, before they could even remember her.

  A year later and Amelia was the girl everyone wanted to be with, and she absolutely loved it!

  The only drawback to University life was the long breaks between semesters, it meant she had to spend more time than she would have wanted back in her old life. None of her old 'friends' had even contacted her and she wasn't putting any money on that changing.

  Her parents had decided to go on a skiing holiday so she was left with her older brother and he had barely acknowledged her existence. If he wasn't in his room watching his massive television then he was working failing that he with his other geeky friends. All of this meant that she was left to her own devices.

  Continuing to read her book on the meaning behind William Shakespeare's poetry, she was again interrupted by the chime of her computer.

  'You have one new message.'

  Forcing herself to ignore it, Amelia carried on reading her book.

  'You have two new messages.'

  'You have three new messages.'

  Letting out an exasperated groan, she turned around to face her computer screen once more and opened her email account. All the messages were from the same email account.

  "retribution2008" She read the senders name aloud hoping that her brain would recognise the user, yet she came up with nothing. Her mouse hovered over the delete button before her curiosity got the better of her.

  'It's not very nice to delete an email from an old friend'

  Reading the sentence again and again, she tried to shake off the feeling that she was being watched. Her eye darted around her room but there was nothing unusual or out of place. As she read it for the tenth time she realised there were other messages, deleting the one she was reading she opened up the second one.

  'Especially when that friend comes bearing gifts!'

  With her heart now pounding she hastily clicked delete and brought up the
next message.

  There was nothing in the email, no writing, no message, absolutely nothing, realising she was holding her breath she let it out, relief washing over her. Letting out a nervous chuckle she deleted the message and sat up from her desk.

  Deciding that she needed a drink she headed for her door, placing her hand on the handle she pulled it open when the dreaded chime sounded again.

  'You have one new message.'

  Amelia turned around, dropped to her knees and pulled out the plug and threw it to the floor turning off her computer in the process. Walking downstairs she poured herself a drink; trying in vain to get the messages from her mind.

  Thirty minutes later and she found herself back on her computer. Clicking open the message she slowly read it.

  'It's not nice to leave the room when you have not opened my gift to you!'

  Amelia would have let out a shriek but her breath was caught in her throat, how did the person know that she had left the room?

  'You have one new message.'

  'Open the attachment and prepare to be surprised!'

  The words shone from the screen as she clicked on her trash folder and opened the old blank message. Sure enough there was an attachment, a photograph.

  Did she want to download it? She thought desperately, she was worried about what it would show. Yet she knew that if she didn't open it, she would be pulled back in by the allure. Closing her eyes, she clicked on it, letting it quickly download and fill the screen.

  Telling herself to open her eyes when she counted down from five, she slowly began counting. Twenty slow seconds later, Amelia dared to open her eyes.

  The picture showed a young, tall woman wearing a short and very tight, nurse's outfit. Although it would have been rejected in every hospital worldwide, it was certainly good enough for a student fancy dress night.

  Slowly her dark brown eyes took in the whole picture and then it dawned on her. The girl was her and with the realisation, that night came flashing back to her.

  It was the first night she had done a cocktail of every spirit behind the bar, and that was why it had taken her so long to remember the night. She didn't even have the dress anymore, having torn it and thrown up on it, she decided to throw it away rather than rescue it.

  Her girlfriend had posted the whole night's events online, tagging her in each picture, until Amelia had painstakingly gone through them and removed each and every tag.

  The mystery person had obviously stalked her online and found the picture, quickly all her fears of being watched vanished. Confidently she clicked reply on the email and wrote a message.

  'Well done you can stalk someone online, congratu-fucking --lations you loser.'

  Laughing out to the empty room she once more picked up her book satisfied that she was now rid of the emailing freak and then the email chimed again.

  'You have one new message.'

  Dropping her head into her hands, she let out a frustrated snarl, why the person couldn't leave her alone she did not know. Clicking open the message she soon regretted her cocky email.

  'Shakespeare once wrote 'My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.' Well that is exactly what you are going to experience. Here's another gift!'

  Letting her book fall from her hands she began to tremble. It was a line from sonnet 50, a sonnet she had written an essay on the previous term and somehow the mysterious contact knew it. Now stuck to her chair, afraid to move, she clicked on the attachment and waited for the picture to fill the screen.

  This time Amelia knew exactly what she was looking at, it was a picture that she had taken on her camera. It showed her in front of a mirror in her university bedroom, she was topless and her proud perky c cup breasts were on full display.

  The flash of the camera hid her face but she knew it was her, the mole to the left of her left nipple put to bed any doubt she might have had. She knew that she hadn't put that picture online as it was still on her camera's memory card.

  The next hour she spent frantically searching the house from top to bottom looking for her camera, moving the furniture around, stripping her parent's bed sheets and destroying her brother's room...yet she found nothing.

  In a last desperate attempt she called her housemate, who, luckily for her, was still at University. While trying to keep the panic from her voice, she calmly asked her housemate to look around the house and then get back to her when she found it.

  Seven agonising minutes later, her phone rang. She picked it up and heard her friend's chuckling voice on the other end.

  "I'm sorry to say this to you Am, but your cameras down the bottom of the canal."

  "What! This isn't funny!" Amelia's shrill voice hollered down the phone. "Get it out of the water."

  "Eww no! I'm not going anywhere near there! Don't you remember our last night together? We got so drunk that you fell over and your camera smashed into bits, you insisted on carrying it home before you decided to chuck it away in the canal." She waited for Amelia to speak but there was no reply, "anyway I've got to go, my dad's here. Have a good Christmas!" and the phone went dead in Amelia's hand.

  It was true, Amelia's dad had come to pick her up the next day and she had totally forgotten everything about it. She tried to think of who could have managed to get their hands on that camera and the memory card that was lodged inside.

  'You have one new message.'

  'It is such a shame that people throw away such valuable and expensive items! But that's not where I got these revealing pictures from, you should really have a better anti virus software you might as well have put a welcome mat down. As thanks here are another couple of presents.'

  Five more emails later and Amelia found herself looking at more pictures of her standing in front of the mirror. It was a stupid mistake she knew but it was the first time that she had done jagerbombs and they had a weird affect on her.

  She was at a house party on her sixth jagerbomb when she realising she had an essay due in the next day. Leaving the party early, she found herself in front of a blank computer screen trying to concentrate but failing miserably.

  It was at that moment a couple next door had starting their loud lovemaking session, unable to ignore it, her hand had moved underneath her pyjama bottoms. Catching her camera in the corner of her eye she picked it up and took a picture of her hand hidden inside her cotton bottoms.

  The dirtiness of the act sent a small shock through her. Before she knew it, she was undressing herself in front of her mirror taking pictures with each passing second. She only finished after she had recorded her hand rubbing against her wet slit as she violently climaxed.

  With the memory coming back to her, her eyes widened dramatically and her jaw trembled, this person had access to every picture and even that video. Whilst the realisation of what the person now possessed hit her the email chime went once more.

  'You have one new message.'

  Taking a breath she opened the message.

  'You have an amazing body! In the long term you are going to make someone a very happy person. However in regard to your immediate future email me back and we can have a little chat!'

  'What do you want?'

  As she waited for the chime to ring a chat box opened up in her screen instead.

  'Now I have your full and undivided attention, I thought we should make this a bit more personal!'

  'What do you want?' She repeated the question again not wanting to talk this sick freak.

  'No small talk?'

  'Just tell me what you want'

  'All right it's down to business then. Now all I want from you is to follow every single instruction I give you. If you don't, then this goes on the internet. Oh, and friends and family will get a nice video to watch!'

  'What do you want me to do?' Her brain had frozen but her fingers quickly and nervously moved across her keyboard punching in the question.

  'Well, I want you to seduce your brother.' And with that the contact signed off leaving Amelia to read an
d re-read the sentence over and over again.

  She was only snapped out of her shock by her brother slamming shut the front door, it felt to her that she had been sitting there, glued to her computer screen, for hours but, in reality, only five minutes had passed.

  As silence once again descended on the house, Amelia began thinking about the sentence. She felt ill just thinking about seducing her brother let alone going through with it.

  Not wanting to think about her brother she focused on the contacts email address, retribution2008. She was still at school in 2008 and clearly she must have wronged the contact otherwise why focus on her.

  Walking around the house she found it helped jog her memory as she tried to remember any incident from her school years. It was the third time that she passed her brother sitting on the family computer that a sudden moment of inspiration hit her.

  "Owen." Amelia whined as she tapped her brother's shoulder. "Owen, how come we never talk?"

  He slowly swivelled around in his large leather chair and stared blankly at her before shrugging his shoulders. "Dunno."

  "Let's talk then, come on..."

  He continued to stare blankly, every so often his eyes flicked to the screen. He clearly didn't want to talk but he wasn't rude enough to tell her to go away.

  "Alright I'll ask you a question then. How's thing's going with your friends?" Amelia had realised that anyone who wanted to get back at her, would have most likely picked Owen's brain for information to use against her.

  "Um... yeah they're all good." He grunted his response. Amelia couldn't help but feel it was easier to draw blood from a stone than have a conversation with him.

  "So anything new in your life?"

  "Well we have been having this discussion..." He started then stopped as if he was saying something she shouldn't hear.

  Silently she urged him to speak until he finally continued. "Right, Steve has been saying that because Jeff's high elf is over thirty thousand years old then he should have bad memory, which would, in theory, affect his spell making." Taking a deep breath he continued, "and that means, he should roll the die again, to compensate for it. I mean, it is really interesting, because no one else has even thought of it."