Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  Katrina was pounded hard until her ass came to a huge gape which was recorded on camera. The Scene repeated itself again with Mika being boned in front of the camera. After she was done Catalina made both girls suck on the rubber cock as she pulled it out of Mika's ass. Then Katrina was forced to eat Catalina's pussy until her juice squirted out on her face. Both of the girls laid there on the floor in complete disbelief.

  Catalina stepped out the toy and threw it at Mika hitting her in the face. She had all she needed now and told both the girls that they were now her bitches and sex slaves to do as she pleased when she pleased. The whole town rallies around this school and if this got out, their whole family would be run out of town so they had to obey. Catalina and the men got dressed and left the locker room leaving the girls sprawled on the floor covered in cum and Catalina's juices.

  Their pussies and assholes were sore and gapping with cum dripping out of them. They never thought this would happen to them. But at the same time they had never been so sexually satisfied they hated it. They couldn't stand that they were 'turned out' by this lowly Mexican. But yet deep down inside, they couldn't deny how much they enjoyed this night.

  As time went on, Catalina told Mika and Katrina that they were not allowed to go to the Homecoming dance or game later in the year. They were also not allowed to wear panties without her permission. Wearing them was considered a reward for being good bitches. They were both going to be her 'Maids' and dress up in maid uniforms and clean her house and cook her food then occasionally Catalina would make either Mika or Katrina eat her out and then she would Squirt her juices on their faces. Catalina and Sam would continue dating. Catalina rubbed it in more when Sam received a Full Ride Athletic Scholarship to the number one college football team in the country.

  Katrina and Mika would go on to hold a grudge against other races. (You'll see this play out later.) Both girls would admit to each other how turned on they were during this whole ordeal. They were even turned on when they were getting gangbanged. And they admitted they came several times. This would go on for the rest of the year, Until Katrina's mom found out.

  The End.

  Just a Dream

  Click, click, click. The noise her stiletto high heels made as she walked down the hall. I've seen this woman before. She haunts me in my dreams. Around every corner, behind every door. She defines beauty. Her soft auburn curls bouncing with every step. I want to call out to her. I want to see her face. I want to look into her evergreen eyes. I start to follow her without noticing keeping a steady pace. She walks into a pitch black alley I pause then pursue after her. I yell for her. I need to know her name. Suddenly I am up against a cold brick walk. Warm soft lips are pressing against mine. Something is whispered in my ear but I'm too caught in the moment to care. My heart is racing, pounding so loud its sounds as if in my head. My hands are tangled in her hair, it's softer than what I could have imagined.

  I'm panting trying to keep my breath. I'm lost in the moment. She stops kissing me. I need to know her name. I try to speak before I can I'm being led away further down the alley. I can't see anything. Her hands are warm and as soft as silk. She leads me through a door I can hear some sort of techno music playing. It's loud and I feel the bass through the floor. There are black lights lining the floor and ceiling with glow paint all over the walls.

  As she leads me down the hall I see people making out against the walls and others are being led around on leashes. I ask her where we are, she turns to me pressing a finger to her deep red lips. We walk through a massive crowd most are dancing others having sex. We make it to a room there is a bed with all sorts of restraints and chains on it. At the foot of the bed is a black trunk. With what I have seen so far I could only imagine what it holds.

  I'm not a virgin but haven't had a lot of experience either in 22 years. I was never very popular and I was even less popular when I admitted that I'm a lesbian. She walked me to the edge of the bed before kissing me then shoving me on to the bed stripping me revealing my full breasts. The air in the room is cold making my nipples instantly hard.

  ¬¬¬¬Once I am fully exposed, she shoves me onto the bed strapping me in with my arms above my head, legs spread. I'm aroused by the restraints and the atmosphere. As soon as she finishes with the last restraint she starts digging around in the trunk pulling out a glowing ball gag.

  She kisses my lips once before putting the gag on. I can feel my temperature rise along with my pulse. I can feel myself getting wet. She starts to caress my breast slowly circling my nipples but never touching them. I'm aching for her to touch them and be rough with me. Not just my nipples but every inch. Moaning is nearly impossible.

  As I'm lost in the torment there is a sudden hard slap against my right breast. The sudden pain sends a few tears down my cheek. I can feel the slight burn. Before I can get use to the pain the is another hard slap on the left breast, then another, and another. I have tears gushing down my face. I'm so turned on by the pain. She starts kissing the welts. She starts licking my nipples and gently biting and pulling at them. I am dripping wet. I want her to abuse me more. I want to be her slave.

  The experience is nothing I would have imagined for myself. Before I know it she stops once again, I want to beg her not to stop. She is once more in the trunk, I can't tell what she is grabbing. Something small, shiny, on a chain. She pulls out a few more items but keeps them completely hidden. I'm suddenly being blind folded.

  There is pain in my nipples. Clamps, I feel the chain resting across my chest. She yanks hard on the chain, making me moan loud. She repeats this for a few more moments. There is a soft whirring sound. I know what it is. I want to feel it. I'm trying to resist the urge to move towards the sound. She sees this giving off a low chuckle.

  "Do you want this little girl?" She traces my thighs with the tip of the vibrator. I nod my head wildly. Oh how I wish she would ungag me. "Well to bad." She takes the blindfold off. "You have to wait." There is another woman standing next to the bed. Short black pixy hair cut, with dark eyes. She is also gagged, hands bound behind her back. She climbs over me in the bed.

  "This is Lila, she likes being watched and that's just what you're going to do." She is sitting on her knees legs spread. Her hands are unbound and she is handed the toy. She is dripping wet. She starts to fuck herself slowly at first then fast and violently. "Don't you dare come." As she gets a hard slap on her breast.

  Lila slowed down dramatically, she was so close to orgasming. She lowered her body over mine. I could feel the vibrations in her thighs. Occasionally she would brush my clit my the slightest touch. I watched every inch of her, wanting, needing her to touch me. Sweat runs down her chest, at that moment I notice just how beautiful she is. I hadn't even notice that there where a few men and a woman or two lingering in the room. Lila notices this too letting out a loud moan with large eyes. She is ungaged. "Please? Please Mistress?" The mistress smirks, "Just a few more moments. Entertain your audience." She said in the seductive voice of hers. Gabbing at the chains on my nipples giving them a hard yank.

  "You want to be pleased don't you little slut? Isn't this just pure torture?" I look her in the eyes, focusing on the pain. Looking back at Lila seeing her whole body spasm, her juices running down her hands onto my body. She is panting, waiting for her next demand. She has a sweet smell almost a honey smell. Mistress looks around the room. "Do you think our little slave pet is ready to be pleased?" Some nodded, others smiling, Lila smiling too. "Ungag her now!" Lila leans over taking my gag off handing it off.

  "You're going to love this." She mutters returning to her previous position. I am being kissed all over, being touched in all the right spots. I let out a few moans each one louder than the prior one before. I watch as the mistress strips down to nothing but her heels and stockings. With a snap of her fingers the kissing stops and Lila gets of the bed with once final kiss along my thigh.

  The mistress climbs onto the bed standing over my face, facing the group. "You're going to ea
t me out. I saw how you watched Lila." She said squatting driving herself into my face. It took me no time to make her come. Licking her clean. I was wet and I hadn't even been touched yet. I knew what was in store for me. I longed for it. Mistress climbed off of my face, having Lila once more over me. "Return the pleasure."

  Lila drives her face into me. The first touch almost sends me over the edge. I ignored it trying to last as long as possible. I moaned to the point of a scream letting my body spasm much like Lila's did. Never before had I experienced anything like this. I open my eyes remembering the room full. It was pure ecstasy I loved feeling all the eyes on me. It only made me want more and more. I wanted more, I felt as if I would never get enough. This was a full body high. I wanted to be free from the restraints.

  I wanted to taste the mistress's juice again. I was their slave to do what ever they wanted. The was suddenly sharp stinging spots all over my body. I was being whipped. I was struggling to move, not to scream out. The pain bringing me closer and closer to coming. I am drenched in sweat, gasping for breath, once again I open my eyes to realize it was all just a dream.

  The End.

  The Intern

  The beginning of summer meant a bunch of things in my office. The weather gets warmer, productivity decreases, staff goes on vacation – generally, things just don't get done as quickly. And that's fine with me. Although I have high expectations of my people, I'm a big believer in work-life balance. There are plenty of more important things in life than being efficient all the time.

  A perfect example of this is our intern program. Many managers hate the thought of having a bunch of clueless 20-year-olds wandering around the office wasting everyone's time, but I think it's great. They have a lot of ideas and energy, and they have not yet become tainted by "conventional wisdom."

  To be honest, I don't usually have much to do with the interns after the first week they're here. I give them a pep talk along with the other division heads, and then they get assigned to the various units that they will work in during their two months with us, and that's about it. I nod to them in the hall and ask them how it's going from time to time, but I don't really get to know them well. Until this year, that is.

  For some reason, "Brittany" really caught my eye. It's hard to say exactly why. She was very cute and outgoing, but many of the female interns are. There was just something different about her. She had long blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Like many college girls, she was about ten pounds overweight, probably due to too much beer and dorm food. I figured she'd lose it pretty quickly once she got out into the real world. However, it was distributed in all the right places. She had full, round breasts and a nice supple ass that shifted pleasantly as she walked. I found myself paying close attention to her.

  A few months ago, I would have been shocked by my reaction to Brittany. However, as readers of my previous adventures know, I was learning to be more flexible with my sexuality and to open myself to new things. I'd had a couple of experiences with other women, and I'd learned to appreciate them quite a bit. They would never replace men for me – I need a good hard cock as much as the next gal – but they have their advantages as well.

  Brittany was in a completely different department from me, so I didn't have any professional contact with her. However, I saw her in the lunch area, ladies' room, etc. and it wasn't hard to develop a friendly relationship. She was very outgoing, and seemed eager to make friends with a more experienced women that could act as a mentor for her. She got in the habit of stopping by my office to chat and get advice about her work, her boss, and her career plans. This casual contact only served to increase my fantasies about her.

  Like many girls her age, Brittany had absolutely no idea of how to dress appropriately for the office. She often wore clothes that looked like they were designed to go clubbing in – long spike heels and tiny little skirts. Her tops were either extremely tight or featured a plunging neckline. All in all, her outfits left little to the imagination. I had no problem picturing her naked, which I found myself doing often, especially when I was alone at night with my vibrator.

  One day, she came in wearing an outfit that was a bit outrageous, even for her. She had on a skintight white tank top, a tiny black miniskirt that just barely covered her ample ass, and long, black, spike-heeled shoes. It was pretty clear that she didn't have a bra on. The other interns didn't seem to notice (young men seem oblivious to young women's bodies these days), but the other guys in the office were obviously paying close attention. I decided that I had to say something.

  "Brittany, when you get a free moment, can you stop by my office?" I asked casually as I passed her in the hall, "I want to run something by you."

  "Sure, J. – I'll stop by in about 15 minutes," she replied.

  When she came in I was sitting at my desk. "Close the door and have a seat, Brittany," I said. She sat down across from me. I couldn't help noticing a flash of bright green panty as she crossed her legs.

  "Brittany," I said sternly, "let's talk about your choice of outfits for today."

  "Uh...sure, J. What do you mean?"

  "Well, wouldn't you say it's a bit...revealing?" This was harder than I thought. She clearly had no idea what I was talking about.

  "Well, maybe a little, but that's the style, J. I always like to look stylish when I'm at work," she said a bit defensively.

  "It's not a question of being in style, Brittany. It's a question of looking appropriate for an office environment.

  "What do you mean?"

  "Well, when you sat down just now, I could easily see your panties as you crossed your legs."

  "You could not!"

  "I could so. They're bright green – they match very well with your black skirt."

  Brittany blushed, but a little smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Well, I DO try to match everywhere," she said.

  "Then I guess you don't have a matching bra, because it's obvious that you aren't wearing one. I can see your nipples from across the room with that tight blouse you're wearing."

  She blushed again and looked down, but her nipples looked like they were starting to get hard. "I...I...guess I wasn't really thinking about my outfit that way," she said.

  I have to admit that all this talk about Brittany's body was making me a little horny. I'd pictured her naked many times in my fantasies, with me fondling her big, soft tits and squeezing that plump ass. This conversation was bringing all that back to the surface for me. I could feel my pussy start to get wet. I stood up and walked in front of my desk to where Brittany was sitting.

  "Let me give you another example," I said firmly. "Stand up."

  She stood up.

  "Now, let's say you drop something on the floor. How could you possibly pick it up without exposing yourself?"

  A wicked smile passed across her face as she turned away from me and bent over at the waist. Her skirt hiked up over her hips revealing her bright green thong crammed between those beautiful, curvy butt cheeks. "Like this?" She asked innocently.

  Before I really thought about it, I reached over and started caressing her ass. I could hear her breathing quicken as she moved her ass toward me appreciatively. "Ooh, keep doing that, J. It's just like my fantasies about you."

  "You've been fantasizing about ME?" I asked in surprise. Now don't get me wrong. I'm a pretty attractive woman. I'm a marathon runner and a gym fanatic. Particularly after my divorce, I make a point of being in top shape at all times. I have long, natural red hair, and full, natural 36 C breasts that have always been a source of pride for me. I'm always very careful about my hygiene, and keep my pussy neatly trimmed but not bare, so you can tell that the "carpet matches the drapes." However, I just assumed that college kids only had sexual thoughts about other kids their age.

  "Ooh, yes," she said, breathing really heavily now, "I think about you every night when I'm jerking off with my vibrator. You're totally hot. You remind me of my roommate."

  "I do?" I asked, really curious now. "Wh
at do you do with your roommate, young lady?" It seemed that Brittany might be more experienced than me at some things.

  Brittany sat back down. "Well, sometimes after parties, when we've been drinking and dancing with hot guys, we get pretty horny," she said, giggling.

  "And?"

  "Um, well, sometimes we take turns being the guy and the girl."

  "What does that mean?" I asked, genuinely confused.

  "Well, if you're the guy, you get to be more aggressive, feeling the girl up and making her do stuff."

  "Like what stuff?"

  Giggling, Brittany got down on her knees in front of me. I was wearing a tailored black business suit. Brittany reached up to my waistband, undid the hooks, and unzipped me down the side. She then gently tugged my trousers and panties down to mid-thigh. "The girl has to suck the guy off," she said.

  With that, she started licking and kissing my thighs and pubis. She obviously had a lot of practice – she knew exactly what to do with her mouth and hands. Gradually, her tongue found its way to my clit and she started working on it as her hand reached behind me and squeezed my ass.

  "That feels great, Brittany. Are you usually the girl?" I asked, breathing heavily now.

  She looked up at me, "Yeah, my roommate likes being the guy better, but I like this part."

  The sight of Brittany on her knees in front of me with her face buried in my pussy was pretty exciting, and her tongue was doing wonders to my clit. Her hand slid from my ass to between my legs, and I felt her finger move inside me. I grabbed her head with both hands and started to guide her to the right spots as I thrust my hips toward her. I felt like a guy getting a blowjob in a porn movie!

  I'm usually pretty loud when I get close to orgasm, and I had to be careful that no one could hear us through the thin office walls, so I just quietly encouraged her. "That's it...just like that, baby....oooh yes...I think I'm about to come!"