Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  His face reddened as he lifted the pillow to his nose, breathing in and smelling her. He thought of how she had looked, pleasuring himself on this very pillow. Even though he had jerked off fewer than twenty minutes earlier, here he was, sitting naked on the bed, doing it again. He felt like a guilty kid, but she'd left it here for him. Maybe even wanted him to find it. The thought was too much for him, and he grunted softly as he released his load.

  -----

  "Kelly, my mom's coming to visit this weekend," Mark said, glaring across the dinner table at her.

  "Where's she going to stay?" she asked, with a sweet smile.

  "In the guest room, like she always does."

  "Hmmm, I don't think so. No room in the inn, as they say."

  "Kelly, she always stays here."

  "Well, not this time. She's a grown adult, I'm sure she's stayed in a hotel before. Some hotels are even nicer than our house."

  "That's not fair! What am I supposed to tell her?"

  "Um, the truth? Tell her we're helping a friend out, and she's welcome to spend time here, but if she wants to stay over, she'll be sleeping on the couch."

  "Why can't Jake sleep on the couch while she's here?"

  "He was here first," she said, beginning to get annoyed.

  "But it's my mother," he protested angrily.

  "And I would say the same thing to my parents if they wanted to visit, and I actually like my parents!" she snapped.

  "Bitch," he spat. "Forget it, I'll just go visit my parents instead this weekend, and you can have the house all to yourself." He shoved up from the table and ran upstairs to the bedroom to pack.

  Kelly scowled down at her plate. He could be such a child sometimes. She hated to argue with him, but really, it was time for him to cut the cord! Mark left an hour later without even kissing her goodbye. That hurt. But she wasn't going to let it ruin her night. Nope. It was Thursday, she had no school the following day, and she was going to get drunk. Not because of Mark... but that helped.

  She poured herself a triple rum and coke and sat on the living room couch with a bowl of popcorn. She flipped through the channels on TV and had downed half her drink when Jake came downstairs.

  "Hey, party of one?" he asked.

  "Doesn't have to be. Wanna drink?" she asked, feeling her head start to spin a little. Shouldn't have drank it so fast.

  "Sure. What are we having?"

  "Rum and coke. That fine for you?"

  "Yeah."

  Kelly returned to the living room with two large glasses, having topped hers up.

  "Uhh, that looks like a lot," Jake said.

  "Just didn't feel like getting up again," she said with a grin.

  "Uh-huh." He ventured a sip, and winced a little. "Heavy on the rum, I see. You trying to get me drunk?" he teased.

  "Mayyyybe." Trouble was, Kelly knew better than to get drunk around men she found attractive. Whenever she drank, she got extremely horny, and it had gotten her into trouble more than once in college. Oh, not serious trouble, but she had definitely gone farther than she would have sober - at least on the second date. Halfway through her second drink, she felt her nipples hardening, her pussy tingling.

  Jake had downed most of the drink she had poured him, and he was beginning to look a little glassy-eyed himself.

  "Can I ask you a question without being a jerk?" he asked.

  "I dunno, maybe. What is it?"

  "What do you see in that guy?"

  "Who, Mark? He's not such a bad guy. He's in a pissy mood because he's still mad you're here and he can't just fuck me all over the house." She paused, giggling. "I told him you wouldn't mind! Not that he would anyway, and if he did, well, let's just say the sex isn't anywhere near as good as it used to be. He used to do everything to me."

  "Oh yeah?" Jake asked, more out of politeness than curiosity.

  "Yeah! When we first got together, he would go down on me until I came so many times it almost hurt. Now he hardly ever will even just to get me wet. And he would fuck me anywhere in the house, and he'd draw it out for an hour, and we'd spend whole afternoons in bed. Now it's like, he barely wants to have sex with me, and if I ask, he'll do it, but just to hurry up and cum. It sucks."

  "That's the way it was with my ex-girlfriend and I the last year before we broke up."

  "Really?"

  "Yeah. Then I found out she was fucking someone else." At Kelly's frown, he went on hurriedly, "Not that Mark is doing that, I'm sure. I'm just saying, you know, Cheryl was. So yeah, it was frustrating, and I know how you're feeling."

  They both fell silent. Kelly drained her glass, feeling her head grow heavy and her panties growing wetter. Stupid to talk about sex while she was drinking. Her nipples were poking through her shirt and when she looked over at Jake, she saw him look away. Then he looked back, giving her a half-smile as he finished his drink.

  Without even thinking about what she was doing, she leaned in and kissed him. To her immense pleasure, he opened his mouth and kissed her back passionately. She drew back. Jake opened his mouth to speak, probably to protest. She rose up on her knees and kissed him again, sliding her tongue against his and moaning softly into his mouth.

  He slid his arms around her, groping her ass cheeks. He pulled her into his lap, and she straddled him, feeling his cock hardening already between her legs. She pulled away from him long enough to take her shirt off, then returned to his mouth hungrily. Jake squeezed her ass in his hands, and then slid them up her sides to her bare breasts. He rolled her nipples in between his fingers, making her cry out.

  Jake bent to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and flicking his tongue over it rapidly. Kelly moaned and slid forward on his lap, feeling his cock now touching her pussy through her panties and his pants. The feeling of them pressing together sent electric jolts of pleasure through her.

  Jake switched to her other breast, rolling his tongue around her nipple. He put his hands back on her ass, squeezing and holding her against his cock. Kelly starting moving her hips against his cock, bumping her clit against him and groaning. The heat was building rapidly between her legs.

  A wave of pleasure smacked into her, and she was riding it all the way to orgasm. She jerked her hips against him as she came, feeling her panties soaking through. Even as she was fighting to catch her breath, she was struggling to undo Jake's pants.

  "God, fuck, I want you inside me, Jake."

  "Should get a, oh shit, get a condom," he struggled to say, gasping as her hand found his cock.

  "No, no, can't wait," she said, angling her hips up and plunging down on him. Jake's head fell back as a long moan escaped his lips. Kelly rode him hard, already building up to another climax.

  "Kelly, fuck, you're so wet."

  "Yesssss, yes! Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" she shouted, grinding her hips down on him as her pussy contracted. Jake was holding his breath, keeping just a thin, ragged edge of control as he felt her tighten around him. He grasped Kelly's hips, holding her steady while he moved inside her again.

  "Mmm you didn't cum yet?" Kelly asked with a smile.

  "Hell no. I'm going to fuck you until neither of us can walk. If this is a one-time deal, I'd better make it good."

  Kelly opened her mouth to answer, but Jake kissed her again deeply. He laid her on the couch, and hurriedly stepped out of his clothes. His cock was rock hard, pulsing with the beat of his heart. He pushed her legs up and thrust his cock into her without warning. She cried out as he began fucking her hard and fast, stealing her breath.

  He braced himself on the couch with one hand and reached between Kelly's legs with other to rub her clit.

  "Fuck!" she yelled. Her legs were shaking now, and when she exploded in orgasm, Jake didn't slow down. She was moaning continuously now, her body racked with a pleasure she couldn't contain. Jake could feel the pressure building up in his balls, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. The feeling of her pussy squeezing him so tightly was too much for him, and he drove in
to her as deeply as he could, spurting his cum into her.

  He collapsed down on her, both of them damp with sweat and other things.

  "I, uh, should we..." he started to ask.

  "Shhh. We'll deal with it in the morning," she murmured.

  The End.

  A Night Together

  He stepped in close behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. With her right hand, she reached up and ran her hand through his hair and closed her eyes, sighing contently as he began to plant light kisses on her throat.

  It's wrong, she thought, what am I doing? Part of her wanted to make him stop, to say that she was his wife's best friend. That they cannot, would not, do this. But there was another side that said otherwise. That side wanted and needed his affections; that side had always known that they would end up alone together, in her bedroom or his. That side was in control now. Her desire dulled feelings of obligation and honor, all the expectations and demands where cast aside as they stood transfixed in infinity.

  Sensing her lust, he lightly turned her head to his, and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Their tongues intermingled together as one, as he gently cupped her left breast. He was hard now.

  He had wanted her, needed her since they had met in college. Somehow it didn't happen, and he had ended up with her best friend. It was different then. Black girls didn't date white boys and vice versa. And so she, who should have been his, married another. They had known it then. They had always known it, and now she would be his, and he hers.

  Her heart was pounding in her chest now, and she could feel herself becoming very aroused as the fantasy of all her fantasies came true. He reached up and pulled the straps off her dress, one, and then the other, and unzipped the back slowly. The material came away easy, and she stepped out on the heap wearing nothing but a sheer pair of light violet panties. She stood proudly before him, her skin like midnight, and her nipples standing out in the cool air. Boldly, she did not attempt to cover herself; she looked into his eyes and saw the fire within. The fire she fell in love with long ago. She began by yanking off his tie, and then quickly unbuttoning his white shirt, revealing his toned physique. She saw the scar that he earned while at war and ran her finger over it. He unbuttoned his pants and took her into his arms, kissing her breasts. She gasped at the ferocity of his desire, as he gently laid her on the bed. Once again they kissed deeply; she saw tears of happiness rolled down his face. It was as he dreamed it would be. It was perfect.

  Slowly, he began to move down her body, showering every curve and crevice with his affections, moving slowly down to her pussy. She was burning like a furnace down their, her juices had already soaked through her underwear, and they were quickly discarded. Down there, he breathed in her scent, and began by kissing the insides of her thighs, slowly moving closer and closer to her jewel. She began to make sweet noises of encouragement as her anticipation heightened by the second. Slowly, with the dedication of a man intent on taking his time, he began to work her pussy with his tongue and fingers. He could feel her body jump as she pushed her hips towards him, begging for more. Slowly he stroked her clit, feeling her move closer and closer to ecstasy. He slowed his teasing, and allowed the wave of pleasure to roll back, despite her whimpers to be taken over the edge. Then he started again to drive her again. Any control she possessed was lost, as she cried out again and again. A flicker of thought went through her mind as to whether she could survive much longer. It was then he decided to push her over the edge. He worked her like an instrument, hard and fast. She had never experienced anything like it before. She was humping his face has hard as she could, begging, pleading, dignity forgotten, for release as her passion arched higher and higher. When it came, she arched her back and grabbed a hold of his hair, holding on for dear life as her orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave.

  Cover in a film of sweat, he watched her breasts heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Slowly, he came back to her, and he kissed her for what seemed hours.

  He paused only to reach for his pants, where he had a condom somewhere. She stopped him and shook her head. She wanted to feel all of him, to get all of him. Gently, he pushed himself inside her, as she gasped, trying to adjust to his size. Slowly, he moved in and out, giving her a little more him each time her entered her. She cooed encouragement as he began to pick up. He fucked her differently than her husband. For her husband, sex was about children, and his own release. He wanted more, to be one with her, as she sucked his mouth, tasting her juices on his tongue, breathing his breath, she could once again feel her climax coming. He grunted as he began to move faster and faster, pounding her harder and harder. She had always tried to control herself, to remember that she was not to beholden to any man in the bedroom. All that was discarded. She wanted more. She raked her fingernails across his back and biting his ear, as he took her closer and closer to paradise. Suddenly, he flipped her over, so she could ride him. She was surprised, her husband had never done this, nor any of her other lovers. But tonight was a first of many things, and she soon found herself in rhythm with his motion. Closing her eyes, she thrusted herself back and forth like a cowgirl, grinding up down as he caressed her breasts, and slapped her plump ass. Her breath quickened, and let out a scream of passion as she released. But he was relentless. Her climax simple acted as a queue that he should work harder, and all she could do is enjoy the ride. She watched as he thrusted into her like a spear, his cock coated with a mixture of her juices and his semen. She wanted to taste him then. To taste his delicious cum. Close, she felt it, he was so close. He let loose of a wild, animalistic sound as he released deep within her.

  She collapsed in his arm, their bodies drained. She said to him, "Michael. Michael,"

  "Hmm," he replied, kissing her nose with adoration,

  "I love you," she said softly as tears of joy rolled down her cheeks.

  "I know," he said with a smile, drawing her close as they fell into slumber. "I love you too."

  The End.

  Claudia's Night Out

  James leaned back in his favorite spot on the couch. His brother Tom had come over to cook steaks and watch some college football that Saturday evening. He glanced at his watch, and it read 6:18 pm, nearly time to turn on the grill. His imagination briefly flickered to Claudia washing her gorgeous legs and getting out of the shower for her big night out with her girlfriends.

  He didn't know yet if he'd see her tonight. Physically, his body could probably use the recovery and get a good 8 hours worth of sleep. Since they'd met, he was getting half the amount of sleep he normally got. Rolling around in the bed with Claudia was very strenuous activity. His heart ached to see her however, and he resolved to call her later. A familiar stirring in his loins promptly caused him to shake his head and think of something, anything else.

  'So," Tom looked over at James and asked, "Is she the one?"

  "She could be," James replied, "but we've only been together for a little under 4 weeks."

  "Uh-Huh," was Tom's skeptical reply.

  "Come on dude, let's go turn on the grill and cook us some steaks!" James suggested.

  Two hours later, it was time for another beer from the fridge when his phone beeped for attention from his pocket. He grinned at Claudia's text. 'im horrrny baby' it said. He responded with 'Having fun, grasshopper?'. 'need you to fuck me into a quivwerering puddle of happy love' came back immediately.

  He laughed at the thought of his girl getting tipsy and horny. She couldn't spell after a margarita or two. "Sleep is overrated," he thought. Knowing her, it wouldn't take long until she couldn't wait any more. He grinned and settled back on the couch re-reading her text.

  "May need to cut our evening short," he answered Tom's questioning look.

  "You're going to have to start taking vitamins, dude," his brother laughed and shook his head at him.

  After another half hour of being peppered with sexy texts, James wasn't surprised when his phone rang.

  "James," she drawled at him. />
  "Drunk woman," he said back to her.

  "Come get me, love. I need your cock inside me."

  He heard laughter in the background, and couldn't help laughing at her himself.

  "You are sooooo mean," she pouted. He could picture those lips. She had such a sexy pout.

  "Aw, babe, of course I'll come get you. At the Interurban still?" he soothed her.

  Tom laughed at James and stood. He mouthed 'have fun bro,' and headed out.

  "Yes," she responded. Trying to whisper, and failing, she said, "I've been talking about sex all night and everyone is calling their men. They should thank me."

  "Wait a minute, you've been talking about sex with me? ME?" James asked her in his best righteous indignation voice.

  "Well babe, sexy time with my wonderful James is the only thing I've done for like a month. If I didn't talk about that, I wouldn't have anything new to talk about at all," she slurred back at him.

  "Good point," was the only response James could come up with to that.

  He hung up with her after getting a promise that she'd stay at the entrance to the club with the bouncers and her friends while he was on his way. Downtown Atlanta; while generally considered safe, was still a big city, and he wanted to make sure nothing happened while he was on his way.

  James jetted upstairs to change his t-shirt, since he got some oil drops on it while cooking the steaks. "Oh this could be a fun night" he said out loud to himself. He snatched a towel out of the closet as well, just in case she was a little too sloppy.

  Fully prepared, he thought, he bound down the stairs two at a time. His heart was beating faster and he had a HUGE smile on his face. "Only 15 minutes" he thought of the drive that shouldn't take too long, then he'd have Claudia in his arms again.

  She was sitting on the ground with a stubborn pouty look on her face that he knew well. A doorman was squatting next to her, gesturing toward the bar's door, and she was saying no to something. James slipped his keys in his pocket and smiled broadly. He loved this difficult woman, and he was looking forward to changing her "no's" to "oh yes."