Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  When I finally cut myself off, I opened my desk drawer and slipped her "panties" into a large envelope. I was sweaty and disheveled and feeling no sign of any pain at all.

  I was so tired that when I got home that night I only ate a snack and showered before falling into bed and collapsing into sleep.

  **********

  Saturday morning I tried to stop thinking about how enamored of Leanna I was growing. More and more I found myself thinking about how pretty she was, or how nice she was, or how much I wanted to lick her all over her entire body.

  It was just the hypnosis, and my gratitude over being relieved of my pain the night before, I was sure. I wasn't gay, I'd never been interested in any other woman, after all, not that way. Besides, the girl was starting to lord it over me that she had won our little hypnosis bets.

  The struggle to stop thinking about her grew more difficult, though, when my headache returned that night. Then it was my muscles and joints, until I was aching all over. When an old Vicodin from the medicine cabinet wasn't effective in reducing my pain, but thinking about Leanna was, I found myself laying in bed awake that night, imagining the younger woman naked to soothe myself.

  I slept only fitfully, and Sunday morning I knew that I was beyond caring about my shame. I had to get her to help me again. I had access to her mobile phone number, but when I called it just rang and rang until her voice mail picked up. I left her a message, asking her to call back.

  By the end of the day, I'd left her three more messages, without a response. I moped around miserably, in pain that seemed to be growing inexorably worse, obsessing about her like a teenage crush.

  **********

  It was Monday morning before I heard from her. I was so desperate that I was angry, but when I heard the message she left on my office line, I was just too relieved to hold any sort of animus towards her.

  "I just saw your messages. My phone battery died on Saturday, and I forgot to plug it in until this morning. I'm sorry I didn't get your messages sooner. I'll try to get out of the office early today--I was planning to bring a couple of boxes over there anyway, so it will all work out nicely. Don't worry, you'll be my first official clinic patient, I'll make you feel better."

  The day dragged on and on though, once more it was only after the clinic office had closed before she finally arrived. She seemed sympathetic to my discomfort, but she didn't want to put me straight under.

  "Listen, boss, I'll hypnotize you if you want, but I'm a little worried about you. This seems just like the Vicki thing all over again."

  "Vicki?"

  "You know, that patient that was with me Friday night? The twenty year old girl? I tried sort of an nontraditional approach with her, and it really helped, but it had some side effects as well. She's sort of, well, how do I put this--she's fallen in love with me."

  I was in too much pain to care about the girl, or any advantage Leanna had taken with her.

  "The thing is, my sessions with her were what gave me the idea to do what I did with you. With Vicki, I'd tried unsuccessfully to dull her pain and came up with the idea to give her some arbitrary other thing to receive pleasure from instead. In a moment of weakness, I was turned on by the idea of making that thing be my, well, my female parts."

  Maybe I did care about the girl after all. My pulse pounded in my ears, it was hard to breathe. Was she admitting to brainwashing me? Was this why I felt the way I did?

  "This is sort of embarrassing to admit, but once it started, I couldn't stop myself. It's just too big a turn on to not only have the power to make a woman obey my every whim, but to do it in such a perversely personal way. I'm afraid I've made that poor girl totally addicted to my pussy. She's at the point now where she'll do anything to have a chance to please me with her mouth. What makes me truly evil, though, is that now I've gone and done the same thing to you, haven't I?"

  "But I've only . . . I mean, they're just paper masks," I said.

  "You're already farther gone than you think. Take out that last paper mask, you kept it in your desk drawer like I ordered, don't you?"

  Like she ordered? My hand shook as I removed the envelope and looked inside. I stared in shock, and Leanna giggled as I spilled the red silk underwear on to my desk. No paper mask, just a sexy pair of dirty panties. Panties that I'd gotten myself off on sniffing. Panties that I'd gotten myself off on sucking. The truth of her power over me hit hard; my grasp on what or wasn't real seemed to be weaker by the moment.

  She lifted her skirt slowly, watching my reaction to the sight of her underwear, pink today. My eyes locked between her legs, and if the intensity of my need could have been transferred through the air with my gaze, the crotch of her satiny-looking, lace-bordered panties would have burst into flames.

  "It's time for you to face facts. You're in pain, and the only thing that can make you feel better is right here," she said, brazenly massaging her mound with the middle finger on her right hand as I watched.

  "No, I won't let you do this," I said, but my eyes never left her panties.

  The pain faded as I watched her touch herself, and I groaned and closed my eyes at the joyous relief.

  "Don't do this to yourself. There's no reason for you to suffer. One little sniff and you won't just get rid of the pain, you'll feel wonderful and we both know it. All you have to do is ask me nicely, and then I'll let you have what you want."

  Even though I knew then that it was really her personal scent I'd been smelling that whole week, I couldn't resist the need I felt. I was both horrified and aroused by the knowledge that the thing I wanted most in the world right then was to have her panties in my hand and the door closed, so that I could sniff them in privacy.

  "Please let me sniff your . . . your panties," I said.

  "Okay," she said, letting the front of her knee-length skirt fall back down into place.

  Her hands moved to her hips and she smiled at me. She looked so confident and beautiful as she stood there, unmoving, that I was frozen there, admiring her, for a moment. She didn't move to take off her underwear, and the aching pain along my shoulders shook me out of my awestruck moment.

  "I did what you asked. Let me have them now, please," I said.

  It was humiliating; I wanted to smell her dirty underwear so badly that I was reduced to begging.

  "Oh, I'm not going to just give you my underwear. I will let you sniff them, though. You'd better hurry though, I'm not going to stand here waiting forever," she said, with an amused grin on her face.

  The realization that she intended for me to sniff her underwear while she was still wearing them finally dawned on me, and despite myself I shuddered with arousal. She thought that I would just get down on my knees and sniff her crotch like some kind of lesbian pervert?

  The idea of degrading myself this way should have seemed more than awful, but just the thought of it made my heart beat faster and it was suddenly hard to catch my breath. I was so turned on that I felt a perverse urge to masturbate as I stared at her then. She was so confident, so beautiful, that picturing myself on my knees, doing what she wanted made me wet.

  Despite her admonition, she didn't hurry me any further. She stood there, appearing equal parts bored and entertained as she watched me get up and kneel down in front of her.

  When I crept up under her skirt and pressed my nose into her crotch, I felt her hands gently grasp my head, holding my face in against her as I began to sniff.

  "Take a nice, deep breath and savor how I, and only I, can make you feel. Smell how horny you're making me, smell how much I get turned on by controlling other women and making them do whatever I want. Feel your silly thoughts and will fading away, feel how wonderful it is to finally have the inner peace of giving yourself to me."

  It was obscenely wrong, me on my knees with my head up her skirt, letting her hold me possessively while I sniffed her pussy and fingered myself until I came. She let me worship her to a second amazing orgasm before pushing me away, smirking down at me with humili
ating superiority then.

  Staring up into her gorgeous face with the smell of her pussy still fresh in my nose, I didn't care if she was being cruel, because I was in love. She was just so perfect. I was happy just to be near her, she was the only thing that mattered to me. I wanted to kiss her neck, to laugh at her jokes and hold her in bed.

  It didn't matter that what she'd done to me was wrong; I was in love. Even when she patted my head and giggled at the sight of me as she passed by me on her way to my chair, I didn't mind. If it made her happy to see me embarrassed, the shame was worth it.

  She removed her underwear and dropped the pink panties next to the red pair on my desk. I scooted around to watch her, still on my knees, and my eyes locked on the underwear I'd just had pressed against my face. Seeing where my attention lay, she removed her skirt and used it to cover the underwear as she sat down in my chair

  "Forget about my panties, Nancy--I have something much better for you, a way to take away your pain forever. Just like I did with Vicki, but this time I'm going to do it right. I never gave her a choice, I just made her what she is, and that wasn't very nice of me. With you, I'm not going any further unless you want to."

  I stared at her, amazed that she could be both so gorgeous and so nice.

  "So I'm just going to relax over here and tell you this: I'm really pretty turned on right now. What you just did, and the idea of having you just as enthralled as Vicki is, well that has me on high heat, if you know what I mean. I would really love for you to come over here and eat me out. Would you like to do that, sweetie? Would you like to please me with your mouth?"

  She was not only sweet and beautiful, she was sexy too. So sexy that I was turned on myself again, just listening to her describe her own arousal. Nodding my agreement, I moved towards her but she held up her hand for me to wait.

  "Hold on. I guess I've already proven my weakness with Vicki, so you should think about this before you do anything. I really don't see you ever being your old self again after you've tasted me, and the idea turns me on so much that I really don't see myself doing anything to stop you from joining her."

  Her hand dropped below the desk, and it kept moving there, doing something down in her lap. She moaned and closed her eyes as I moved closer, mesmerized by the idea that she wanted me to go down on her and she was right there behind my desk, half-naked.

  "It won't be unpleasant for you, trust me. You're going to love being my toy, and you'll never have to feel the pain and confusion of freedom again. You'll always have the comfort of feeling my control, of knowing that all that matters is pleasing me."

  She slid my chair back to let me get down on the floor in front of her. She lifted her legs, bending her knees and leaning back until her feet were tucked up against her on the chair, presenting her naked sex in a vulgar display that was somehow beautiful then.

  "So I'll leave it up to you. Have a life of pain and suffering, of pretending that you weren't meant to be ruled. Or you can taste the most incredible pussy you've ever seen, give yourself to me and feel the wonderful pleasure of worshiping me."

  As I moved between her legs, she smiled at me and let her fingers settle in my hair, drawing me towards her neat delta of pubic hair. Her lower lips peeked out and looked deliciously perfect. Nothing could have stopped me then as I drew close enough to smell her scent, that glorious, sexy aroma that made my pain fade away and my heart thrill with the need to submit to her.

  "That's a good girl, show me how much you want me. Make me feel how much you're going to love me forever. I'm so hot for you, honey," she said.

  I couldn't have survived the pain it would have caused me to not taste her then, but I didn't even try to resist the need I felt. I wanted every bit of it, every bit of her, and it was all right there in front of me. Her perfect pussy. My life of adoring servitude. The fire in between my legs that threatened to consume me.

  My lips opened and my tongue surged forward as I let her pull my face to its rightful home. We moaned together as my tongue found her steaming seam, and I felt the last of my pain fade away forever as I worked us both towards orgasm.

  The End.

  The Red Tent - Maureen

  After a 40-minute massage Maureen was now nude. Slowly but surely as my massage had progressed I had been able to coax her out of her clothes. Now she was not only completely naked before me, a stranger, but was intensely aroused. As I leaned forward to massage her shoulders my engorged penis was bumping up against her pussy lips. Maureen pushed back with her hips so that her lips surrounded and then engulfed the hard shaft of my cock up inside of her. Soon I had a steady rhythm of massaging her body while slowly stroking in and out of her. As my first customer in the Red Tent I was ecstatic at how it had turned out with Maureen.

  I've been giving massages for years. I'm pretty good at it, enough to make a living. I had started out with an interest, learned the tradecraft, and then slowly but surely developed a consistent clientele. One thing I had noticed was how many women thought so little of themselves physically. Most women's bodies are treasures of beauty. But it seems that it is only when a woman gets sexually aroused that her insecurities come down and she feels beautiful and sexy. Then a woman is even more beautiful: eyes flashing, smile on her lips, a little sass in her step, and rosiness to her skin no matter what color her skin is.

  When some of my female clients were feeling confident and relaxed they would request extra servicing, and I willingly would comply with whatever they requested within a normal range. I didn't request additional monies. It was special to me to see the glow on a woman's face who just for a few moments was relieved of life's burdens and walked with a bounce in her step and that sass in her look. For my male clients I referred them to an associate, Lurleen, who was willing to provide relaxation therapy to men. She was very good and very discrete as was I.

  As I said I had been doing this for some time when I came upon a set of photos which showed me a new path to bring pleasure to women and have some fun myself. The artist was Zax. His canvas was the different women who would use his massage services at a nude beach. It was truly amazing how he was able to draw out average housewives, girlfriends, older women and young girls...virtual strangers who would enjoy the attention he paid them so much so that they would offer their bodies up to be erotically photographed and in some cases engage in acts of sex on camera. What struck me was the sheer joy that almost all of these women showed when they were in Zax's presence. I just had to do the same.

  I visited two beaches to do so: Gateway National Recreation in New Jersey and Assateague Island in Maryland.

  My first was Assateague. I hiked out to the nude beach area and set up my red tent and my rainbow wind break to keep the wind-blown sand off. Sand is a killer for a nice, sensual massage with oil or lotion. And it's a real killer if you want to engage in intercourse too. So I set up my umbrella and chair, stripped to my birthday suit, posted my "Free Massages Today" sign and waited for my first customer.

  Assateague Island is just you, the surf, the brilliant white and yellow sands of the beach and dunes, and the beauty of nature. By the time you get to the nudist area there are no structures other than port-a-potties that Fish & Wildlife places behind the dunes along a dirt road; they are out of sight of the beach. As far as clothing goes the crowd is always mixed. Many singles, couples, and families are completely naked; but many are partially clothed, like a topless woman. And in some cases groups will consist of members who are naked and members who are more modest and leave some clothes on.

  I must comment that I have been blessed with a sizable cock, six and a half inches long and an inch and a half thick at rest and nearly double that when hard. To draw attention to it further I trim my pubic hair so I have a little patch of brown short and curlies right over my cock but the rest of my torso was trimmed so the hair was not visible until you got close up. I didn't shave completely (tried that once and suffered greatly with stubble for weeks afterward). I was also ripped. For my job I had
to stay in great shape so I worked out routinely as part of every day. Massaging is tough work and can wear you down if you don't stay toned and in shape.

  So there I'm sitting in all my manly nakedness, gazing and reading and checking out other folks as they walked by, while they check me out. More than a few times women would catch themselves just checking out my manhood to the chagrin of their husbands or boyfriends, but no one stopped on that first day.

  On the second day along came Maureen. Maureen was in her late 30's, early 40's. She had reddish brown hair, a thin frame with a flat chest, tanned skin, a long face with a pronounced forehead, beautiful green eyes, and a mouth that had full lips but which were tight from stress. She was dressed in a yellow bikini bottom and a tie-dyed beach wrap; I couldn't see whether she was wearing anything under the wrap. I found her timid manner attractive. "Heh," I called out to her, "interested in receiving a great massage?"

  She looked at me sitting there naked with my penis hanging down many inches, looked at the sign, then the tent just behind me and asked, "No thanks, I'm just looking for my husband. Have you seen him?" When she described him I realized I had. He was a hairy Italian looking guy who might have been something muscular when he was younger but had gone to fat. Worse yet he had left his pretty wife alone to ogle naked teen and twenty-something girls. I had seen him wearing orange swim shorts walking a few steps behind two twenty-year-olds who had awesome bodies and were tan, naked and shaved all over.

  "No," I lied, "I'm surprised any man would leave you alone for long. Maybe while you're waiting you can indulge yourself with one of my world famous massages."

  She blushed at the complement but suspiciously she asked, "Why the tent?"

  "It keeps the sand off and can provide as much or as little privacy as a customer wants. The flap can be kept up or pulled down. On a bright day like today there is still plenty of light in the tent. And the rainbow windbreaker helps to keep the sand off too. Sand is the enemy when one is receiving an oil or lotion massage; it's gritty and sticks to one's skin. And I wouldn't want to hurt a beautiful woman like you." She blushed and smiled again. Amazing how even a 30- 40-something woman with all of her experience could still blush at a complement as if she was an innocent teenage girl.