Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

  “Shit, I only got one more load left in me, for a while anyway.”

  I lean down and drag my tongue over his neck, tasting his salty skin.

  “Where you gonna put it?” I ask, hoping he’ll say my mouth.

  “Get on your hands and knees and I’ll show you.”

  Trembling with excitement, I move into position with lightning speed.

  He’s behind me just as fast, and he gives me a few wallops on the ass, stinging my flesh.

  “Ow! What’s that for?”

  “For keeping my dick hard all week. Now, I’m gonna teach that ass a lesson.”

  With one hand, he grips my hair, wrapping an arm around my waist as his cock pushes against my back door.

  “Dyer! That’s my … my …” I can’t even say it.

  “Baby, I know what it is. It’s your tight little virgin asshole, and I’m about to claim it.”

  He pushes in deeper, the head of his cock stretching me so hard it burns like fire. I cry and whimper, but that just seems to make him harder.

  And I don’t know why, but I find myself pushing back against him, my pussy dripping to the bed as he plunges in my tight ass. I know it won’t do any good to fight it, and I think that’s what turns me on the most.

  “Fuckin’ hell, darlin’. I ain’t never fucked an ass this tight. And it’s mine forever.”

  With a tug of my hair, Dyer pushes his thick cock all the way inside my asshole, making me yelp.

  My tits bounce wildly as he fucks me with abandon. He grunts and growls as his sack slaps against my pussy lips. He pulls my hair so tight, I cry out again.

  But one thing I notice is how good it feels to be possessed like this.

  His pace increases, making my tender bottom burn as it approaches orgasm. And when his finger moves to my clit, that’s it for me. My asshole starts to bounce as I cum, shrieking as I beg Dyer to fuck me harder.

  His roars echo all over our bedroom as he sprays a huge load inside my bowels. My ring of muscles milks his cock as he plunges in and out. He gives my hair another pull, making sure I know that I’m still helpless, his little prisoner that he can fuck for however long he wants.

  And he does. He goes another round, pumping and spraying his seed while fingering my clit. Every cell in my body feels like it’s on fire as he goes soft and slides out of me.

  “Oh Dyer,” I say, letting my head fall to the bed below.

  He lifts me up and lies me down, cocooning me with his huge, sweaty body.

  He covers my back and shoulders with kisses, telling me how much he loves me.

  My arms and legs, pussy and ass, well, they’ve never been so sore. But it’s the best kind of sore. I’m so glad I let this ex-con barge his way into my life.

  “Mm, baby girl. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. I woulda never turned my life around if not for you.”

  I roll over and cup his face, running my fingers through his long beard. “And I would have spent the rest of my life alone if not for you. I’ve no doubt about that.”

  He kisses the palm of my hand. “Well, we’ve got each other now. And that’s all that matters.”

  It sure is.

  ~The End

  Claimed by My Dad’s Best Friend

  ***

  Callie. It feels like I’ve waited a lifetime for my 18th birthday. And so far, it seems perfect. But then Granger Stevens walks in, looking all kinds of gorgeous, and can’t seem to keep his hands off my innocent body. He has one message: I belong to him, and he plans to take what’s his. But he’s wrong. Because I know my dad, and he will never turn me over to this hot older man, even if they are best friends.

  Granger. Callie’s dad has some serious gambling issues. So far, he’s borrowed nearly $100,000 from me, and it doesn’t look like he’ll pay it back anytime soon. But when I attend his daughter’s 18th birthday party and realize how much she’s blossomed into a drop-dead gorgeous blond, I know right away I’ll take her over the money. It’s been too long since I’ve laid my hands on such young, innocent flesh, and Callie’s everything I want in a wife. I don’t care if Dan is my best friend. I’m going to lay claim to his daughter forever.

  ~Callie~

  I’ve been waiting for this day for as long as I can remember. Turning eighteen? It’s like I’m finally free to be me, to be an adult, a real woman. I know it sounds stupid, but the moment I woke up this morning, I felt different. I just knew it was going to be the best day of my life.

  I finally graduated from high school last week. And to celebrate, I’m having a party tonight. It’s mostly to celebrate my birthday, but some of my friends are coming over, along with some of my dad’s friends and colleagues. He’s really gone all out for me by having it catered as well as hiring a private DJ. Okay, technically, my great aunt is bringing over all the food, and the DJ is the son of a colleague who does beat drops for a living, or something like that. Last weekend, dad rearranged our basement to make room for everything, going so far as to offer guests who drink too much a place to crash.

  “I’ll even let you enjoy a glass of wine, sweetheart,” he told me this morning.

  I think he’s overcompensating for the fact that my mom isn’t around anymore. She died years ago, and ever since, he’s gone out of his way to indulge me in whatever he can. But over the last year, he’s had to really back off, telling me ‘no’ more and more, promising me that this is only temporary, that he’ll get back on his feet again, that we won’t be broke forever. He doesn’t make much as an accountant as it is, but we’ve always done pretty good.

  I’m not sure how the financial problems started, and maybe I didn’t really want to know. But regardless, I love and support my dad no matter what. And pretty soon, I’ll get a job and help him out. Especially now that high school is a thing of the past.

  I press down the front of my dress and check myself out in the mirror. This little red dress has been staring at me from my closet ever since buying it last month. It’s a tight little number, showing off all my greatest assets—something I’m not ashamed to do, especially since I’ve never let a man lay a hand on me, in the sexual sense, that is. I’m proud to be untouched. And someday soon, the man of my dreams will have this body all to himself.

  Just as soon as I meet him.

  “Sweetie?” Dad calls to me from the other side of my bedroom door.

  “Yeah?”

  “You may want to come downstairs soon. Your guests are starting to arrive.”

  “Be there in a sec!”

  I brush on some lipstick, scrunch my hair with a little more hairspray, and make my way downstairs. The guests have not started to arrive. Most of them are already here. I can smell my aunt’s food—finger sandwiches, mini pizza bites, cheese curds, homemade spinach dip, and all sorts of veggies and fruits with accompanying dips and sauces. It looks like she even brought some caviar with extra fancy crackers. The only thing I’d requested was a red velvet cake with cream cheese icing, and it looks like she delivered, the uppermost part topped with fondant in the shape of a giant, bright red bow.

  When people see that I’ve arrived, I get a warm welcome from the guests, including my dad. Most of the people here so far are his invitees, many of them I’ve never met. I can tell they’ve already gotten a head start on the drinking. Not that I’m complaining, seeing as the gift portion of the table is stacked pretty high.

  “Callie!” My aunt comes to me, throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a warm embrace.

  “Hi, Aunt Teresa. Thanks so much for coming, and for all this food. I can’t wait to dig in!”

  She takes me by the hand and beams at me. “You’re welcome, and happy birthday to the best niece this side of the Mississippi. How does it feel to be eighteen?”

  “Better than I thought it would.”

  “Your mother would be so proud of you,” she says, placing a loving hand on my cheek.

  “I feel her all the time, Aunt Teresa. I think she’s watching over me from heaven.”
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  My aunt and I kind of have this moment. I know she misses her sister as much as I miss my mom. I don’t know what I would do if she wasn’t still a part of my life.

  When a pair of warm hands slide over my eyes, I can’t help but smile.

  “Guess who?”

  Aunt Teresa starts to laugh. I don’t have to guess. I’d know that voice anywhere.

  “The person responsible for helping me keep my sanity all through high school?”

  “That’d be the one,” Becca says.

  My aunt says goodbye when she sees her boyfriend coming downstairs, and Becca turns me to face her. “My god. You look hot as hell.”

  “Weren’t you with me when I bought it?”

  “I was, but dayum. I don’t remember it looking this good.”

  I scrunch my face and run my hands down my hips. “I think I’ve put on weight.”

  Becca sighs. “You haven’t. But speaking of putting on weight, let’s get something to eat.”

  We head to the food table and stack a bunch of food on our plates right as the DJ shows up and starts playing music. Wishing me a happy birthday, which is followed by everyone clapping and a few cheers from guests who’ve already overindulged, the DJ dedicates the first song to me: “I Gotta Feeling” by the Black Eyed Peas, my favorite song.

  I look at my dad and smirk as I shake my head. I notice that he winks and holds up his glass, toasting me across the room. I blow him a kiss.

  “So, what are we doing after the party tonight? Sleepover here or at my house?”

  “I should probably stay here and help clean up. We can pull an all nighter and watch movies if you want?”

  “Yes, and pig out on all the food and drink the leftover liquor.”

  “Now you’re talking,” I say, pointing a mini pizza at Becca, even though we both know we won’t have more than one drink.

  I glance around the room, happy that everyone seems to be having a good time. A few couples are on the dance floor, their laughter infectious.

  “I’ll be right back,” I tell Becca, getting up to throw away my plate and refill my coke.

  When I get halfway across the room, I see feet coming down the stairs. I shouldn’t be surprised that someone is showing up fashionably late, but I can’t imagine who it could be. When he makes it to the bottom stair, I recognize him right away.

  It’s Granger Stevens, one of my dad’s closest friends from his high school days. I haven’t seen him in a few years, and I have to say, I don’t remember him looking this fucking hot. He seems to take pause when he sees me, too, his face reflecting years of experience, and maybe Granger is a little harder around the edges than I recall.

  “Callie? Is that you?” he asks, his eyes sweeping over me so quickly I hardly notice.

  But I do notice.

  “Yes, it’s me. How are you, Mr. Stevens?”

  He raises an eyebrow and steps closer. “I’m well, thanks. You look…” he shakes his head and eyes me up and down again. “… amazing.”

  I feel my face heat and smile shyly. “Thanks. You look like you’re doing pretty good yourself.”

  And he does. With salt and pepper hair and muscles that are visible under his snug dress shirt and pants, he’s sexy enough to wake the dead.

  “I’m doing okay, I suppose.” He pauses, and I chew nervously on my lip, unable to pull my eyes away from him. “Oh, happy birthday. I believe this is yours.”

  He passes me a small package, something I didn’t even notice he had in his hands.

  “Thanks, I’ll just put it over here. I don’t know when dad wants me to open gifts.”

  When I take the present from him, he moves closer, and I almost think he’s going to hug me, but then my dad swoops in out of the blue.

  “Granger, glad you could make it.”

  “I wouldn’t have missed Callie’s eighteenth birthday for the world.” His dark eyes bore into me, and for the first time in a long time, I feel self-conscious. About what, I don’t know.

  They shake hands and dad wraps an arm around my shoulder. I can smell the alcohol on his breath, a little surprising as my dad rarely over indulges.

  “Isn’t my baby beautiful?”

  Granger raises a brow and drops his gaze to my chest—the one part of me that’s impossible to miss in this tight dress.

  “I believe stunning is the word. And she’s hardly a baby anymore.”

  There’s this instant tug to him, and somehow I know—my whole world is about to shift on a dime.

  ~Granger~

  I came to this party to show support to my buddy, Dan. While I don’t have any kids of my own, I do come from a big family, and I know how special yet heart wrenching it is to watch your baby grow up.

  I don’t remember the last time I saw Callie, but I’m damn sure she didn’t have curves that would bring a man to his knees. But the way she looks now? Holy fuck, she’s making me feel much younger than my forty-five years. If I had her in my bed, with that young and creamy flesh, I would go all night.

  I catch up with some of the guys, keeping a watchful eye on Callie. She seems to be having fun with her friend, and when the two of them get up and dance to a pop song, I can feel my cock stiffen. I can tell she’s innocent. Fuck, it’s written all over her face.

  And great goddamn… that youthful energy and all those curves bouncing as she shows off her moves makes me want to take her right there on the makeshift dance floor. Not sure how Dan would feel about that, though, watching me fuck his all-grown-up princess around this crowd. I know it sounds animalistic, but that’s how this 18-year-old girl is making me feel.

  And speaking of Dan, he’s coming my way right now. I can tell he’s had a little more than his usual one or two beers. “Hey, buddy. I’m glad you showed up tonight. I wanted to work out a payment plan with you.”

  “At this point, my friend, I’d agree to about anything you could afford.”

  “Oh? That’s really good to hear,” he answers, clicking his beer bottle into my glass of scotch. “Honestly, I’m not sure I can swing much more than a hundred a month.”

  I give him a look, and he holds up his hands in a guilt-ridden self-defense. “I know how all this looks. But Callie’s party didn’t set me back as much as it looks. Her aunt did all the cooking, and the DJ is just taking tips. I think in about six months, I can bump it up to maybe two or three hundred.”

  I put a hand on his shoulder. “Dan, seriously, whatever you can pay me is fine. Hell, at this point, considering what you owe, I might be down for other forms of payback.”

  “No shit?” He lifts his brows. “You name it, I’ll do it. I know I’m in over my head.”

  I pull Dan aside, not wanting anyone to hear the details of our financial involvement. “I’d say you are definitely in over your head. You’ve borrowed almost a hundred Gs from me, and for what? Just to lose it all to some gambling addiction?”

  “I know, I know,” he says, rubbing his forehead and flicking his gaze to his daughter.

  I’m sure he feels bad, but hell. Callie needs someone she can count on to take care of her. Not gamble her future away. She should be thinking about a college education. But I know that’s not something Dan can afford. Not right now.

  When she scans her eyes our way, she first looks at her dad, then at me. Her face is filled with something I’m all too familiar with: desire.

  My ex once told me I exude sexual energy, that I command women’s attention. Of course, she also liked to throw it in my face that these “sluts practically trip over their feet to fall all over me.” But I don’t ask for it, nor do I try to get most women’s attention.

  I do try to work it to my advantage, though, if the situation is called for. Especially if it’s been a while since I’ve had some good pussy.

  And in Callie’s face, the way she is looking at me, I can see she wants me as much as I want her.

  “I know you want to stop pissing money away. And I think I can help, in a way that both of us win.”
/>   “Hey, if it’s doable, I’m game. You know I am.”

  I turn to face him, look him square in the eye, and tell him what I want. “Get yourself in a treatment program, one of my choosing. And in addition, I only want one more thing from you.”

  “Anything, just name it.”

  He looks so sincere. I can’t wait to see how he’ll react. I lock eyes with Callie as I tell him.

  “Your daughter’s hand in marriage. Right away.”

  ~Callie~

  I don’t know what my dad and Granger are talking about, but it seems serious. Especially after the look my dad gives me. He runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head back and forth, adamantly refusing …. something. But Granger, he’s not moving his eyes away from me.

  It’s hard to describe how he’s making me feel. Weak in the knees and butterflies in the pit of my stomach are two phrases that come to mind. I haven’t felt this way about any guy, ever. And I’m not sure why it would be hitting me in the presence of an older man. Granger made it pretty big with a tech investment company, so I know he’s worth a lot. But I don’t care about that. And I’ve never understood gold digging women. I mean, if there isn’t a connection and intense chemistry, what’s the point? Money can’t buy everything.

  So, am I genuinely attracted to this older man? My dad’s best friend? And is that why he keeps looking at me? Because he can tell I want him?

  “Hey, I’m going to go upstairs and call my mom to check on her. She wasn’t feeling well when I left.”

  “No problem,” I tell Becca. “I’ll come up with you and get dad’s digital camera. I think he left it on the kitchen table.”

  We have to walk past my dad and Granger, and I can feel both their eyes on me as we pass. I pause and turn around when I get halfway up the stairs, and Granger’s watching me as he takes a sip of his drink. I feel my knees buckle again, then dart the rest of the way to the main floor.

  “Good god, who is that man?” Becca asks as I shut the basement door.