Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  Suddenly, she felt angry. How dare he appear so smug and arrogant after he so carelessly abandoned her? She frowned and squeezed her fingers into the muscles of his chest, her nails digging in over the thin white shirt he wore. The way he smiled at her infuriated her more and without even pausing to think, she slapped him across the cheek. As always, his reaction was not what she anticipated. He brought his mouth down on hers and kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth, making her struggle for breath. She dug her nails even deeper into his flesh and he moaned from the pain but did not release her from his kiss. She tried to push him away but he grabbed her around the waist and pressed himself tightly against her. She pulled on his hair but it had no effect whatsoever.

  The passion with which he kissed her was overwhelming. She fought him, but the more she did, the stronger he held on to her. Despite her anger, her body started responding to his salacious advances and slowly, she began to feel aroused, with a tingling wetness spreading between her legs and her breaths getting deeper. As always, he triumphed over her. It was clear that he knew just how weak she was when it came to him and used it to his advantage. With one move, he scooped her into his arms and, holding her tightly to him, carried her to her bed.

  Dropping her on the bed, he pinned her down by laying his strong body over hers and continued to kiss her until the fury inside her subsided. With the tip of his fingers, he traced the tears that betrayed her and kissed her where their salty wetness was stinging her skin. He ran his fingers through her hair while his mouth moved onto her neck. He pulled the strap of her nightgown to bare her shoulder and chest and then lifted himself onto his arms to look down at her for a moment.

  "You're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered, completely in awe of her, while his gaze slowly travelled from her face down to her belly.

  Bringing his lips to the swell of her breast, he gently bit her protruding nipple over her nightgown and rubbed the other one between his fingers. Closing her eyes, she placed her hands on his strong shoulders and moaned softly with appreciation. He made her cry out in surprise when, in one impatient and rough move, he suddenly grabbed her nightgown and tore it open so that his lips could be in direct contact with her skin. One of his hands slid between her legs and he growled with pleasure when his fingers met her wetness. Sliding into her easily, he caressed her from the inside while moving his kisses from her breasts down to her belly. She moaned in protest when he retrieved his fingers from her for a moment but then moaned out louder when he gripped the shreds of her gown and tore it completely so that she was all naked under him. He lowered his lips to her inner thighs, kissing and licking her soft skin, slowly making his way to her pussy.

  Arching her back, she pulled at his hair when she felt his face rub between her legs. He lifted his head back up for her to watch him lick her arousal from his lips and then he took her into his mouth again. Licking her gently at first, he then sucked, pulled and drank her and made her scream from the way he brought on her climax. He continued until her body shook uncontrollably and she begged him to stop so that she could catch her breath.

  By the time she regained some composure he was all naked, kneeling in front of her. She licked her pink lips at the sight of his body and his remarkable erection. He reached out his hand to her and she let him pull her into a sitting position from which she bent forward so that she could take his hard cock into her mouth. It was her turn to make him moan. She sucked and licked him, wrapping her hand firmly around his base, stroking him up and down. Her other hand was busy caressing his balls. His breathing deep and slow, he growled with appreciation. His fingers in her hair, he was pulling at it gently, keeping her face where it pleased him.

  When she felt his cock pulsate, she sucked harder. She knew that he wanted to pull back from her mouth but she would not let him and continued sucking. She felt his climax building up and knew that he had passed the point of wanting her to stop. He moaned and pushed deeper into her mouth. In that moment, she was the one in control. His breathing grew heavier and faster until, with one loud growl, he released his cum into her mouth. Satisfied, she took it all, drinking it to the last drop and letting go of him only when he was completely done and his body twitched with spasms at the mere touch of her lips on him.

  Brushing her hair away from her face, he kissed her again. His lips gently brushing hers while his hand pressed against the back of her neck, he held her to him for a long time. After he pulled away from her, he gently pushed her down to lie on her belly, so that he could cover the back of her body with soft kisses until he was hard again. He then pulled her hips upward, spread her legs and slowly licked her from her clit all the way to her ass. Guiding his cock to her small opening, he pushed himself inside her with one slow thrust. With her perfect ass in the air and her elbows on the bed, he grabbed her by the hips and pushed her onto him. Her soft walls were tight and contracting around his hardness and he moaned with pleasure as he started rocking his hips, pushing in and out of her. Each time he went deeper and faster.

  "Harder!" she ordered.

  Strengthening his hold on her hips, he pushed into her with all his force, his hips hitting roughly against her soft ass.

  "Don't stop," she begged over and over again, loving how he filled her up and how he pushed so deep inside her.

  The fervor of their love-making grew out of hand. Pain and pleasure merged together. Breathing loudly and heavily and their bodies drenched in sweat, they did not slow down until they both cried out from the intensity of their simultaneous orgasms. Their muscles aching, they were both completely out of breath and utterly spent as they dropped down on the bed. Caressing each other softly, they drifted into sleep, her hand on his firm chest and his against the softness of her belly.

  The phone rang again and woke her up. She rolled over to pick up the receiver, slowly opening her heavy eyes.

  "Hello?" Her voice sounded rough.

  Silence.

  "Hello?" she repeated impatiently.

  "Hi," he said.

  Confused, she looked back to her bed and nearly dropped the receiver when she saw that it was empty. Her eyes strayed to the antique mirror on the opposite wall and took in the reflection of her body, covered in sweat but still clad in the unspoilt white lace gown.

  "I miss you."

  The End.

  Terror from Above

  "Lana!" A masculine voice called out in the worn down, aging control center belonging to a middle aged, gray bearded and balding man with a more presentable attire of old war veteran. Various rusting medals of wars long past rested on his chest, with badges representing a title that used to have meaning. The jagged scar crossing his jaw and left cheek and the crow's feet adorning his once handsome features spoke of only foreboding and grimace.

  "Yes sir!" Came Lana, a beautiful blonde haired freedom fighter that jogged across the expanse of the metalic, aging floor plates. Her exuberant attitude was only a match for her incredibly endowed cleavage, as it stretched her worn and oil-stained white shirt, which was near the edge of breaking and revealing more than necessary. As a personal precaution, she always made sure to unbutton several buttons to allow "breathing" room, which unfortunately for the rest of the male staff, showed the tops and dividing line of her cleavage.

  The aging military commander gave a raised brow, as he humored her by asking, "Do you need another size larger, soldier?"

  "Not at all sir," Lana gave a cute, know-it-all smirk with her succulent pink limps on her strong jaw and plump cheeks, emphasizing by propping her hands on her curvy, toned hips that were only covered by incredibly short jean shorts. "I'm actually quite comfortable in this attire."

  "Yes well, with myself as an exception I think most of the men in this operation are quite," he made a once over across the control room, scowling at a couple of young rookies who were caught looking a little too long before looking back tiredly at Lana, "distracted."

  "I really think its more of their problem controlling their natural urges, w
ith all due respect, Sir," Lana retorted, shuffling her white soot covered tennis shoes with just as grimy socks fit into them.

  "Don't make it sound like its entirely their fault, Lana," the Commander sighed, before rubbing his eyes tiredly, his rough calloused hands felt almost comforting to himself trying to argue about uniform ethics.

  "Honestly sir," Lana crossed her arms across her hourglass waist, her navel and lower back exposed due to the nature of her upper torso's garments, "what did you call me here for? I know it wasn't for reprimanding me for my choice of clothes..."

  "Yes well, I did want you to do something for me," the Commander nodded, waving her over to a monitor with various controls and switches, but more specifically a beige colored keyboard resided in front of it, "nearly several hours ago, we sent some men to do some regular patrols to check on the perimeter locks and ventilation systems, mundane routine inspection at best. However while we sent three men in, one of them disappeared-"

  "And naturally you picked me to go find his sorry ass, right?" Lana picked up on where the Commander was telling her. She visually saw three ordinary men dressed in ragtag combat clothes with bandoleers stocked with ammo, grenades and the like. Despite how wet behind the ears their maneuvers and mannerisms were, they looked like they could handle any unknown threat with ease.

  "Blunt, but yes, Lana," the Commander fast-forwarded all the footage to the point when they were leaving the area to make their reports. Only two of them exited the area and met back at the lobby, with the last one left behind in a dark series of corridors and what looked to be near a meat locker, "one of our rookies, Daniel Weathers, went MIA within the corridors on the Northeast area of this base, near the freezers. Despite how much we regulate this base, every once in awhile we do get infestations, potential saboteurs, and other possible threats, so just-"

  "Keep my guard up, I know," Lana sighed as she raised herself up from the console, stretching her back int a almost U-shape as her breasts bobbed and jiggled underneath her stretched near transparent shirt, before standing at attention, "I'll haul his ass back and kill anything that might be chewing on his boots."

  The commander gave a crisp salute, to which she returned dutifully, before giving her a nod, saying, "Good hunting and Godspeed."

  _

  BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

  "Dammit, Weathers!" Lana growled as she finished pumping several rounds into something that looked like a rat, though she couldn't be sure, that was just about to bite her foot off if it wasn't for her quick reflexes, "you're really slacking if you missed all this crap and vermin lying around!"

  She huffed, walking forward with her handgun primed and ready to shoot anything else that wasn't whimpering or human. Her chest bobbed with each step she took as she turned her blonde locks with her gaze from left to right as she entered a dark section of the corridors. With barely any light save for some flickering halogen bulbs that had been smashed long since before the inspection, Lana believed that Daniel must've fallen into a hole or something with how bad the lighting was.

  "Ugh!" She placed a free hand onto her nose, covering her nostrils as best as she could as a noticeable stench crossed between rotten flesh, curdled milk, and surprisingly sweet fruit which made her immediately think of fruit cakes, causing her to gag. The stench seemed to be pretty common in the deserted corridors, as stains and vermin were found almost every other 3 meters. She almost regretted not bringing a flamethrower or something that would burn all the crap she saw around her.

  This continued for the next 20 minutes as she combed the dark corridors, her chest jiggling with her suave, confident steps as her voluptuous curvy hips moved in sync with her well defined and toned hourglass waist. Every time she encountered another mutated pest or fungi, her gun rounds briefly illuminated the dark corridors with flashes of blue and red light as gore sprayed over the floors, walls, and even ceiling. With each pull of the trigger, her large cleavage bounced within the recoil of her high caliber handgun.

  However, Lana still saw no sign of Daniel Weathers or any sign of him leaving or being eaten by something. As she closed towards the meat locker, she then began smelling a...strangely enticing scent altogether. As she saw what looked like a separately dim-lit corridor head past the perimeter, she caught whiff of the scent again, and felt almost unknowingly pulled in the direction of the mysterious corridor.

  As she stepped warily through the corridor, she suddenly saw what looked like a shoe left behind on the floor, just beyond a open storage compound. She bent down and began scaling it with her smooth hands, briefly picking up a web-like sticky residue that had a slimy texture to it. It was warm to the touch and made her hand tingle strangely, feeling herself breathe in and out the eery air that had slowly become intoxicating within the corridor's exit.

  She shook her head, snapping out of her reverie briefly before wiping the webbing onto her shirt, staining it indefinitely making her swear lowly to herself.

  "Weathers, I swear I'll make you clean this with your tongue once I pull you out of whatever crap you fell into!"

  She raised her gun, flicking on the blue-tinted flashlight as she began sweeping the area for her missing comrade. Each of the boxes were about 5 meters by 4 meters in length and diameter, all of them metallic and rusted over years of abandonment and aging. Most of them had weird Bio-hazard symbols on them, the words spelled in foreign languages long forgotten, so any warnings that would've alerted her to the approaching danger would've been without merit.

  She walked towards what looked like the center of the storage compound, finding what looked like Daniel Weather's uniform and backpack. Strangely enough she also happened to find his-

  "-Damn underwear?!" She swore slightly, not wanting to embarrass herself inside the vast room as she realized that nearly all of his clothes were purposely and consensually stripped off, along with signs of sticky resin that looked the same as the shoe from earlier.

  As she felt the residue web around her hands again, she felt an even stronger tingling, that traveled up her arms and into her brain. This caused a slight dulling of her awareness and discernment within her cognitive functions. Her eyes became less dilated and more hazy, her cheeks began to take a rosy color as the rest of her body. Almost robotically responding to these new hormonal changes, she began grasping at her large breasts over top her nigh transparent.

  "W-Why...does this feel so good...on my skin?" She asked herself aloud, squeezing her breasts through her now transparent white shirt, giving the impression of a pair of large marshmallows as she squeezed and kneaded them, the residue seemingly spreading and dissolving her shirt in the process. All she knew as she kept massaging her cleavage is that she wanted more, and that her gear along with her garments, were in the way!

  In an effort to relieve her sexually alleviated self, she tore off the dissolving shirt with one go, tossing her bandoleer and weapons aside as she began to strip right in the unusually warm storage depot, even undoing the braid to let her long blonde hair cascade across her back and shoulders. She then went on a quest for more of the aphrodisiac resin, finding small splotches of it here and there before she suddenly found a steep puddle of it.

  It wasn't as webbed up past the surface, as it felt like electrifyingly warm slime while when spread out it took on the composition of a glue-type webbing, though had no problem to spread around and stretch. She dipped her hand into the transparent resin, lifting her hand out as she attempted to ball her fist to hold it. However as she did gather a glop handful, the surface of the resin stretched in a almost alien-like webbing along with her hand.

  Giggling almost drunkenly from the unusually "hot" air and sensations already traveling through her body from the earlier taste test of the residue, she was ready for a full on oil bath with this stuff. She then risque lathered the majority of it on her rather large breasts, slathering it and smoothing it out. After just a few hand strokes, her cleavage took on a glistening, wet, and sticky appearance as little strands of webbing connected each
other across her chest and dripped downwards.

  The feelings emitted from this were...staggering to Lana. She almost fell flat onto her buttox from how hot her body was feeling, her labia already leaking juices and moistened her vagina as she felt extremely worked up. She laid down onto her back, the slick floor also emitting a strange heat as she began kneading and rubbing her hands across her breasts, squeezing her nipples which caused her to moan loudly, echoing throughout the vast seemingly empty chamber.

  "T-T-This fe-feels so good," she panted and heaved heavily as she dipped her feet and legs into the puddle, the warm feelings heightened even higher than before, making her slide the sticky resin hands down her navel, rubbing it in circles before delightfully accessing her soaking wet slit. She began to usher a thin glob onto it, sliding it in and around her labia.

  "Uwah, ah ah....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMAGAAAAAAAAAWD!"At that moment, she felt an electrifying sensation so incredible, that anything she used to call an orgasm would've been abysmal in comparison. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her back arched upwards into a bow, and she moaned loudly as she cummed her juices all over her hand, slit, and onto the pool of resin.