Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  Jen was now on a mission and announcing that she knew just the place led the way at a brisk pace that had me struggling to keep up. We ended up in another cubicle with a selection of undies, Jen's choice. I undressed down to my just my shoes; looking in the mirror, I could see Jen giving me a long look.

  "I wish I had your curves," she sighed.

  I grasped my buttocks and wobbled them, "I wish I could have your body. I mean I wish I was more elegant like you," I replied.

  Jen urged me to try on the selected underwear. She was particularly taken with some all lace scalloped pants in pink. She leaned forward and ran her fingers over the material, "very nice," she whispered. Her finger tips moved under the hem, smoothing out the edge under my cheeks, "very nice," she repeated. Now she looked flushed. I slipped them down my legs and treated Jen to the same view she had given me. I'm sure I heard her breath "very nice," for a third time.

  I tried on the bra, Jen helped with the fitting, I was sure she lingered just too long as she unhooked me, as if testing the weight of my breasts as they pulled the bra forward. I dressed slowly, Jen's eyes fixed on my every move, I was a little disconcerted but definitely aroused. After a brief discussion we picked out a black set and another in grey and, purchases in hand, set out in search of more. This was much more fun than Amazon!

  Three hours on and with sore feet Jen decided she needed lipstick; fifteen shades later, every tester in the shop, she settled on the first one she tried. She moved close and asked "what do you think of the taste, I'm not sure?" before I could pick up the tester she treated me to a soft kiss on my lips.

  " Fine," I said looking around to see if anyone had noticed.

  "Are you okay?" Jan responded.

  "Fine." If a little wet, I thought.

  By now it was time to head back to the hotel for a shower and a change of clothes. Jen was first to the shower, I undressed and looked at myself in the mirror and ran my fingers over my breasts, I day dreamed of a pair of hands slowly caressing me and sliding my new panties slowly down my thighs. I licked my lips as I imagined taking my turn, my mouth moving over moist flesh.

  "Your turn Alice."

  I woke from my dream to see Jen rubbing her hair with a towel, my fingers were on my clit, had she seen? I headed for the shower.

  I returned to the bedroom wrapped in a towel, Jen was in her new panties and bra and looked amazing, her skin glowing and her blond hair flowing to her shoulders, not tied up as she usually wore it. I hurriedly dried myself and slipped my new pants on. I too felt a warm glow, not on my skin but between my legs. I was most definitely turned on by this tall, elegant, lovely woman. Why had I never noticed how attractive she was? I could just imagine my husband enjoying the sight of her, the feel of her, I could see him parting her thighs and driving his hard cock into her. Oh God, I was sure he hadn't had her but I was jealous of the possibility, I was jealous that anyone had enjoyed her lovely body. I swallowed hard and slipped on my bra, the lace rough against my hardening nipples.

  Jen seemed oblivious to my looks but she came close and gave me a hug, "You look great, it's been a lovely day hasn't it?" I had to agree and it was getting better, I returned her hug holding her warm body to me and letting my fingertips caress her thighs as we parted. I wanted to feel her hands on my breasts, her moth on me, teasing my clit; I wanted her; I wanted to cum.

  We headed for a restaurant we had seen earlier, me in a little black number, Jen in a flowing skirt and blouse. I decided to go easy on alcohol, I am a lightweight anyway but if I had too much tonight it would be me making a fool of myself this time, not Beth. I spent most of the evening watching Jen. We sipped coffee, talked and laughed, exchanging anecdotes Jen was radiant in the candle light, her blue eyes flickered with laughter, I was besotted. She moved closer whispering in my ear, drawing my attention to the waiter. He was rather handsome and at this time of night I would often find myself looking at men, imagining their hands on me, or kissing my neck but tonight my attention was elsewhere, the firm swell of her breast against my arm and the touch of her hand laid casually on my thigh made my heart race. It was too much for me, I excused myself and headed for the Ladies.

  I locked myself in a cubicle and my dress up over my waist. I had to relieve myself, it was too much to bear. I slipped down my panties and found my hard button with two finger tips. I was in a hurry, no time to be subtle I rubbed furiously on my clit bringing myself to a shuddering climax. I couldn't hold back my cries as I came. I was sure nobody had been in there when I went in but I was still embarrassed as I opened the door. All was clear, I checked my make up and headed back.

  Jan was chatting up the waiter, I sat down and decided it was time to leave. I didn't want to end up watching men look at her, I wanted her, I'd just masturbated in the toilet thinking of her. I squeezed my thighs together, my nipples were like bullets, my new panties soaked. Whatever happened I was going to eat her pussy even if I had to tie her down. "Let's go back to the hotel," said somewhat sharply.

  Jan just said "Okay," and we headed for the door. On the way back I linked my arm through hers, she asked "Are you okay Alice, you've not had a bit too much to drink have you?"

  I didn't reply. I was deep in my own thoughts.

  When the lift door closed behind us in the hotel I could wait no longer, "Jan please don't be offended" I stammered and slipped my hands around her slim waist, my lips yearned to kiss her, I turned my face up to hers and found them. The softness of them sent a shiver down my whole body, I pulled away and whispered "I want to make love to you, please let me." I was pleading.

  The lift door opened and I released my embrace, and almost ran to the bedroom door, I could feel hot tears running down my cheeks. Jan closed the door behind me, I turned to look at her, she smiled and held my bare shoulders. "Of course I'll let you, silly. I almost had you in the underwear shop. When you bent over it was all I could do to stop myself from licking your lovely little arsehole." She laughed and gently wiped my tears with the back of her hand.

  I was sobbing with excitement and relief. "All I could think of was you and that waiter, I didn't think you'd want me".

  She grinned mischievously, "Perhaps I could lick your cute little pussy whilst he rams his cock up mine, how d5thoes that sound?"

  "Horrible, I want you all to myself," I replied.

  Jen held me to her, I could feel her own excitement rising, he fingers trembling slightly as she fumbled with the zip on my dress. It slipped down easily, her fingers burned on my skin. Her mouth covered mine, her tongue exploring, drawing mine into her. I let out a moan as her hands moved over my back, caressing, drawing lines of fire in my flesh. I wanted everything, couldn't wait, but Jen wasn't about to give in to lust. She was enjoying herself, savouring every moment. Her fingers traced outline of my bra, her mouth moved over my cheek and down my neck, nuzzling and nibbling, down further to the soft swell of my breast. My bra fell forward and her soft hands cupped both breasts as her lips sought my hard nipples. She sucked gently, her tongue flicking and rolling over them. My orgasm washed over me, gently, up between my thighs and along my spine. Her arms caught me as my knees buckled. "Please don't stop, " I pleaded.

  Jen's kiss was soft and loving as she laid me on the bed. She stood over me slowly unbuttoning her blouse, her bra fell away to reveal her firm, small breasts. She turned away and slowly slid her new panties over her buttocks and down her thighs. I caught my breathe at the sight of her. She lowered herself on to the bed next to me, kissing my breasts, running her tongue over me. I ran my fingers through her hair as she moved down lower to my stomach. Her tongue ran along the top of my panties as her fingers slipped over them to my thighs and down my stockinged legs. Her hand moved slowly, languidly over me, teasing out sighs and gasps. fingertips slid over my pants and found my clit, hard, waiting. She circled it, rubbed it, teased it until my back arched announcing another orgasm, this one more intense, making my inner thighs quiver and the muscles around my anus spasm.

  I wa
s panting with desire, amazed at the way Jen was controlling my responses, bringing out feelings that no man had ever managed. She wasn't stopping, her fingers deftly pulled down my knickers, her lips and tongue in one movement opening my pussy lips. She bathed me in soft warmth as she licked and nibbled on me, at the same time I bathed her with my juices as they flowed out of me. Her lips moved over me, sucked on my swollen lips, drawing them into her mouth. I could hear her own moans, her soft words of love and desire. Her mouth moved up to my clit, her fingers opened me, entered me. Two fingers gently fucking me as her lips enveloped my hard node, the sensations were more intense than I could bear. Jen turned me, I mourned the loss of her mouth on my pussy but her tongue slipped between my buttocks, her hands parting them. Down her tongue moved until it found its target, the tip moved over my anus, swirled round it, probing, licking. Her lips moved over my little bud, her tongue forcing its way in. I cried out as her fingers slid inside.

  I lay panting in Jen's arms, sated.

  I knew that I wanted to return the love she had given me, wanted to make love to her, feel her respond to my touch. I propped myself on my elbows and moved my breasts over her. She smiled up at me and pulled my face to her, but it was my kiss, my tongue on her lips, on her breasts, circling her hard nipples. I pulled at them with my teeth, drawing a gasp from her. Her fingers were in my hair pushing me down. I was desperate to taste her, I had wanted it from the moment I saw her pink lips in the changing room. I let her move me downward until my lips were caressing the silky soft hair of her mound. She opened her thighs, inviting me to pleasure her, I traced her tiny clit with the tip of my tongue, but that could wait, I wanted to taste her juices. Her lips parted as I moved to my goal. My tongue worked her sugar sweet lips, coating my mouth with her nectar. She writhed, pushing my head deeper between her legs. I couldn't match her earlier restraint as I ate her, devoured her. My thumb worked her clit, my fingers opening her fold as my lips and tongue melted into her wetness. Her cries filled the room as she reached her climax. I was close behind as my excitement tipped me over the edge once more.

  Jen pulled me away from her pussy and up into her arms. Held me close, into warmth, softness and sleep.

  The End.

  Payback Sex

  Rick Smith was surprised by the text message he had received earlier in the evening. It had read: "Meet me at the shop tomorrow at 8:00 AM. Lori." The shop she referred to was an outdoor supply store, geared mostly for hunting, and Lori was the owner, along with her husband Chris. They had been running the place since Lori's dad, who had started it, passed away.

  Rick was a widower, retiree, and outdoors enthusiast, so he naturally spent a good bit of time hanging out at the shop, even working part-time occasionally. Lori or Chris often called him to alert him of new merchandise, but this text was different. They never opened the shop before ten, and Rick felt a little uneasy meeting Lori alone.

  Eight o'clock found Rick pulling into the parking lot behind Lori's sports sedan. She held her hand out the window and motioned him to follow her around to the back. He did so and parked beside her as she got out of her car.

  "Thanks for coming, Rick. I didn't mean to sound mysterious, but I need a big favor," she said as she opened the back door. "Let me get the security cameras turned off."

  She poked her head back out and motioned him inside. When he got inside, Lori took him by the hand and led him through the dimly lit store. When they got to the offices, she entered the one Chris, her husband used, and turned on the light. Without stopping, she inserted a disc into a DVD player and picked up the remote. Turning around, she told Rick to have a seat and stood beside him as she hit "Play."

  The disc started with two very nude people in a bedroom, kissing and fondling each other. As they turned to walk to the bed, Rick saw that the guy was Chris. He didn't recognize the girl, but knew she was young and definitely not Lori. The couple lay on the bed together and quickly began making passionate love. Rick could hear Lori sobbing softly, and when he looked up at her tear-streaked face, he saw the face of a woman whose world is crumbling before her eyes.

  He grasped her hand and said, "Lori, I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

  She pulled him up and curled into his hug, like a child into her father's embrace. He held her until she stopped sobbing, and taking the remote, turned off the DVD. "What now?" he asked.

  "Let me start at the beginning," she said. "I met Chris when we were in the military. I was in security and counterintelligence, and Chris worked in the motor pool, changing oil in Generals' cars. We both loved the outdoors and married on a lake near the base. We moved here when our enlistments were up, and went to work for Dad. After he died, we took over and things were OK on the surface, but Chris became distant, having little to do with me away from the store, and in the bedroom. I became suspicious of the baby sitter when she called late one night and wanted Chris to bring her purse or something else she had left at the house. As I said, I learned a few things in the military, and soon installed a camera in the bedroom. Nothing happened there until yesterday. The son-of-a- bitch fucked her in my bed!!!" sobbing hysterically, Lori pounded Rick's chest and collapsed into his welcoming arms once more.

  Finally collecting herself, she looked into his wise, yet questioning eyes and said, "That's not all. I recorded them having sex in his car twice. She's a freshman in college, so there's not much I can do on that front. But I can get even."

  Still uncomprehending, Rick held her at arm's length and said, "I'm no lawyer, but I would strongly recommend that you give this a lot of thought before you do something rash."

  "Oh, I've thought about it. This has been going on for two months. I know exactly what I want to do, and all I need is your help," she said, stepping back and turning Chris' computer on. "I've turned his camera on, and it will record everything that goes on in here for the next hour. When he comes in and turns it on, he'll get a taste of his own medicine."

  Fully comprehending Lori's plan, Rick felt like an animal that discovers it is hopelessly trapped. At least a thousand concerns flew through his mind, not the least of which was that Chris would recognize his face. When he voiced this concern first, Lori assured him that she would blur his face and distort his voice. Other concerns were summarily dismissed, and Rick accepted his fate. Secretly, he had always lusted after Lori's tight, petite body, and this would be the perfect opportunity to act on those lecherous desires.

  As he was trying to think up a final, winning argument, Lori began slipping out of her pink sweater, allowing Rick to get his first look at just how her C-cup breasts perched proudly on her chest. Any resolve he could muster disappeared when she reached behind and unsnapped the straining bra. Her breasts didn't sag a bit as she pulled the lacy, pink garment off and tossed it onto a chair. Perfectly round and tipped by pink, puffy nipples, Lori's tits stared Rick in the face. His cock began to move in his jeans, and Lori noticed immediately.

  "So, I guess you're in this with me then?" she asked, as she knelt in front of him and began massaging his dick through his pants. Realizing how much bigger Rick was than Chris, Lori told him, "I've never had a cock this big, so be gentle, OK? Anyway, it'll show up better on camera!" she giggled.

  Looking down at the blonde head very near his manhood and the beautiful breasts brushing his thighs, Rick sighed and caved. "OK," he said, "but you have to set the pace."

  Lori began licking and kissing the bulge in Rick's jeans and soon had him completely hard. She pulled his zipper down slowly, and reached into his briefs to get her tiny hand on his eight-inch cock. "That's some dick you've got there. I sure hope you know how to use it," she said as she began stroking it lazily. Standing up, she looked up at him and said, "Let's get these clothes off."

  She began unbuckling his belt as he took off his shirt. Opening his jeans and pulling them down put her at eye level with his throbbing manhood again, only this time, its head was flared and engorged with blood, turning it a light purple color.

  Lori, pu
lled his underwear as far as she could and stopped. "I'm afraid I'll hurt it," she giggled, as she tried unsuccessfully to get his briefs off.

  "Let me help you," said Rick, as she maneuvered his cock back into his briefs and then slid them down his legs. Stepping out of everything, including his shoes, he took her hand and pulled her upright. Pulling her to him, he bent down and kissed her for the first time. Her arms went around his neck and held his mouth to hers as she inserted her tongue and explored his entire mouth.

  Finally breaking the kiss, she said breathlessly, "Damn, you're a good kisser. I think I'll have another."

  This time when they embraced, Rick's hands slid down Lori's back to her hips, where he began a slow sensual massage. She pushed her hips into his and kissed even more fervently. Her hand reached between them and she caressed his cock gently.

  "Why don't you sit in Chris' chair while I get my jeans off?" she asked as she pulled the chair in line with the camera.

  Turning away so that her back was to him, Lori began a slow, sensual striptease that got Rick's blood boiling and his dick even harder. As she unsnapped the tight jeans, he was envisioning the show he was about to witness. He was not disappointed.

  The first thing he saw was a miniscule pink string in the crack of her ass and around her glorious hips. As she slid her thumbs to the sides of the skintight jeans, she looked over her shoulder to make sure that Rick was paying attention. His eyes met hers and the lust she saw there answered her question.

  Hooking her thumbs in the waistband and beginning to slowly pull the jeans down, she began to wriggle her hips, either for effect or the fact that the jeans were so tight. Either way, the effect on Rick was the same.