“Nice and soft. A natural platinum blonde, just like your mother. Your pussy is beautiful, sweetie.”
“Th-thank you,” I said, nervously. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“What do you think?” he said, caressing my neck as his finger traced my slit. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t like. I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“You promise?”
“I promise,” he said, moving his finger more quickly over my pussy lips. “You’re getting wet, sweetie.”
“Are we going to have sex now?”
“Yes,” he said, hungrily. His finger probed at my entrance, as if he meant to slip it inside me. I tensed up and felt my body clench.
“Shhh,” he whispered. “It’s okay to be nervous. I want to taste you first. I’m going to use my mouth and my fingers to pleasure you. It’ll make it easier for you to take my cock.”
I flinched at hearing him say the word.
“Should I take off your clothes?”
“Just your jacket, and skirt. Keep your shoes on. They’re cute.”
I took off my jacket and laid it on the desk, pushed down my skirt and stepped out of it. He watched from behind and I could feel his eyes on my rump, watching the muscle flex as I moved. I was covered only by the silk of my blouse and my bra. I started to take off my glasses and he stopped me, touching his fingers to the back of my hands.
“Keep them on. I like the look.”
“Th-thanks,” I said, lowering myself into his chair. I closed my legs instinctively.
He took off his tie, but that was all. He unknotted it and laid it on the desk, neatly. Then he took the arms of the chair and pulled me to him on its wheels, leaned down, and kissed me. His lips were warm and soft on mine and my eyes shot open when his tongue pushed on my lower lip and I opened my mouth to admit him. His tongue slid over mine, warm and wet, and the kiss deepened until a little purring sound bubbled out of my throat. I felt heat on my cheeks and a flush spreading on my chest. I felt an urge to reach out and touch between his legs, to feel his manhood hardening for me, but I kept my hands at my sides for fear of angering him. He kissed me until I could barely breathe, then drew back, lowering himself to his knees. The sight of him kneeling before me was so odd it made me feel more confused than anything.
Pulling on my hips, he scooted my rump to the edge of the chair, and spread my legs apart with his hands on my knees. I felt a sudden flash of embarrassment as my sex was exposed to him, and my legs flexed against his grip, trying to close but forced open by his hands. He waited until the spasm passed and I took a few breaths with my most intimate places exposed.
Then he reached out and traced his middle finger along my slit, wetting it. When it came away glistening he reached up and offered it to me. Confused, I stared until I leaned forward and tasted my essence on the tip of his finger. He growled at that, and I pulled back, shocked by the sound that came out of him. Leaning between my legs, he moved closer to my pussy. I could feel his breath on my skin, and excitement flushed through me in a wave. He gasped, breathing in.
“You use your mother’s soap. Vanilla and jasmine.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
Before I realized what was happening, he moved closer and licked me, a quick flick of his tongue against my folds. I gasped and squeaked and my legs snapped shut, resting on his shoulders. He looked up at me over my mound and smiled, then tucked in, his mouth disappearing against my body as he kissed me softly on my pussy, his lips against my folds, and then began working me with his tongue. My head lolled back in the seat and my breathing quickened as his tongue expertly touched all the most sensitive places of my body, and I started to hitch down, resting my weight on his shoulders. His tongue probed at my entrance slowly at first, then faster and faster, the flicks turning into long, deep, rough licks. Groans of pleasure escaped him as he tasted me. I hugged myself, trying to stop the shivers as new sensations pulled through my body and quick shocks darted down my legs.
“Do you touch yourself?” he said, stopping.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I can’t help it. I’m sorry.”
He laughed softly, “No, dear, it can’t be help. Everyone does it, even your mother. I like to watch.”
“Do you want me to touch myself for you?”
“Not right now. “Another time, perhaps. I’ll have you bend over my desk and make yourself cum while I talk to some idiot in Taipei about exchange rates. Would you like that?”
I nodded. If he liked it, I liked it. I wanted my Daddy to love me.
He started to slip his finger in me, slowly. Just the tip at first, then deeper.
“Very tight,” he said.
“Your fingers are bigger than mine,” I said, softly.
His finger slid in to the knuckle and he started to pump me with it, sliding it inside me. When I jerked and my legs twitched from the pleasure he began curling it a bit as he pulled back, hitting a sweet spot inside me that made my toes curl. When I thought I’d hit the limit, he lowered his head to my sex again and sucked on my clit, and I cried out, arching and twisting in the seat, grabbing his head in my hands. When he slipped a second finger inside me I felt nothing but more pleasure, no pain at all. He kept me going like this, teasing me to a plateau before easing back, his tough soft and light until he started to drive me over the edge again, only to pull back.
“You’re g-g-good at this,” I whispered, stroking his head.
He pulled back from my pussy. “Of course I am. Your mother can’t get enough of it.”
“You do this for her?”
“Whenever she asks,” he said, then ran his tongue over my clit. As I groaned he added, “Within reason. I have to work sometime.”
It was too much. I was starting to sweat.
“Are we going to do now?”
“Do what?”
“…It.”
“Ah,” he said, sliding his finger out of me. “Stand up.”
My legs shook under me as I go to my feet. I suddenly realized my bare ass was aimed squarely at the huge window behind me and twisted, trying to cover myself. He caught my arm.
“Don’t worry. No one can see us. We can see out, but they can’t see in. Take off your blouse.”
I started unbuttoning it, slowly, watching him watching me. The weight of my breasts pushed the fabric open as I undid the buttons and shrugged out of it, placing on the desk. He moved behind me quickly and undid my bra so fast I wasn’t aware of it until I felt the tension of its support fall from my breasts and his hands brushing the straps down my shoulders. It fell on the floor, and he turned me around, slowly, staring at my chest. That same tingly feeling of exposure came back and I bit my lip.
“Magnificent,” he said, lifting them softly in his hands. He squeezed and watched me gasp, and then lightly flicked my nipples with his thumbs. His hands were warm and the roughness of his skin excited me, scratching lightly at the softest of skin. Pressing them together, he ran his thumbs between them. I reached under his arms and undid his belt, and spread open his pants. Eagerly, I drew his cock out of his trousers and felt its weight in my hand. It was so hot.
“There we are,” He said.
His hands left my chest and he undid his waistcoat and stepped out of his shoes, and undid his trousers. His movement was supremely confident, casual, as if I wasn’t in the room at all, as if I wasn’t seeing his thick, heavy manhood swaying in front of me and anticipating the feeling of it entering into my body and claiming my well-kept virtue. My whole life had, in a way, led up to this moment when my father would take me and make me a woman. My pussy throbbed for him, and I still felt as naked as ever, like a prey animal under the gaze of something huge and powerful and hungry. His sidelong glances as he undid the buttons of his shirt filled me with a feeling that was neither excitement nor fear but something in between them both, new and shivery cold. When he was undressed I couldn’t help but admire his chiseled body.
Looking first and meeting his eyes to ask for permission, I r
eached out and touched him. He’d done the same, so I toyed with his nipples until they were hard and ran my hands down his sides, my eyes glued to his throbbing erection. It suddenly occurred to me how big it was, so much bigger than a finger.
“Is it going to hurt?”
He stroked my arm and smoothed my hair.
“It might, a little. It does, the first time. I’ll make it as good for you as I can. You trust me, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“Good.”
He took my hand. “Over here.”
He walked to a side chair and sat down. His hard cock flopped against his belly. The chair was big and plush, and he sank into it.
“We’re going to do it here. You’re going to be on top, and you can go as fast or slow as you want. I want you to look at me while you take my cock, sweetie. Come here.”
I moved closer and knelt over him, my knees sinking into the softness of the chair. I could feel his cock moving towards me as he lifted it to meet my body as I sank down. I focused on him and he steadied me with his hands on my hips when I felt the hardness of his erection pressed at my entrance. I looked into his eyes and bit my lip to quiet myself as I let my weight sink down a little, and his cock entered me. It stung at first as it opened me up and I froze, my breath hitching. He stroked my sides.
“You can stop if you like. We can do this later.”
I looked into his eyes and let myself sink a little lower. It burned as he entered me, the sting fading as I sank lower and lower, his entrance eased by the sheer, slick wetness inside me. I rested my hands on him and leaned forward, and he steadied me as I sank down until I was sitting in his lap, my weight pressing him all the way inside me. My breath caught and quickened, and I shuddered from the shocking sense of fullness that chased away all my other thoughts. He was so big. He pulled me closer to him until my breasts pressed to his chest and his hands smoothed up and down my back and cupped my head, holding me still.
“That’s a good girl. You’re so tight. Daddy loves it.”
“Good,” I croaked, starting to roll my hips. “Is this good?”
“Do what makes you feel good,” he whispered, holding me tighter. “I’m going to cum inside you.”
After rolling my hips slowly I started to speed up, the sensations sliding through my body chasing me to a greater and greater ecstasy. The pain faded as the pleasure grew overwhelming and I rose up. His hands found my breasts as I rode him, bouncing in his lap. He started to move in time with me, my pleasure building with every stroke. I kept quiet, biting down on my moans until he touched my lip with his thumb and a loud, agonized groan of pleasure burst out, echoing in the expansive office. The floodgates and happened and I couldn’t quiet myself. As my moans grew louder he joined me with soft grunts and low, throaty moans. He pulled me to him and kissed me hard, swallowing the sounds piling out of my throat as I rode him.
I pulled back, clenching my teeth. I’d brought myself to orgasm many times, but it was never like this. My body clenching on his hard rode sent shivering waves through me and I arched up, throwing my head back as his hands roamed over my body and his cock slammed home in my tight channel. He arched up and grunted hard, gritting his teeth as he spilled his seed inside me. He lifted me bodily from the chair with his sharp, unrestrained thrusts, all the power of his body flowing into me as he reached his orgasm and grabbed my sides so hard I knew it would leave marks.
Overcome, I was pulled out of my own mind and became a passenger in my own body as the peak tore through me. I thrashed backwards, almost falling as he held me, then pitched forwards, hugging him tightly to me as I ground on him, my body squeezing every last iota of pleasure out of his rod in my body. It made my toes curl, my legs press together, my teeth clench. I cried out into his neck, holding myself against him so tightly I thought I would melt into his body and be one with him forever. I was sobbing it felt so good, gasping for air between moans and gurgling cries. He undid my braid and laced his fingers in my hair and hushed me.
When it was over I sat in his lap, his cock still inside me, and relaxed against him. I felt total calm and spent, like a cat in the sun on a warm day. I wanted to purr as he stroked my back and squeezed my ass,
“Good girl,” he said. “You made Daddy proud.”
“Thank you,” I said, softly. “Can we go again?”
“Tomorrow. I have to save some for your mother.”
“Oh,” I said.
He laughed. “I’m joking, sweetie. “Give me a minute to rest.”
He ran his hand over my stomach. “We need to get a bun in that oven, after all.”
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About the Author
Saffron Daughter is my pen name, and I'm in my early thirties. I'm a successful professional, engaged to be married to the love of my life, and I've traveled to over thirty countries. I also likes to write risqué and spicy erotica, especially of the taboo kind.
In my spare time, I do all the cliché things; walk on the beach at sunset, take my two rescued mongrels for long treks, and spend time with my fiancé any chance I get. But when I find a moment of peace, in between the job, the lover, and the dogs, I'm tapping away on my keyboard, penning my every dirty thought.
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Natalie Deschain has been writing since she was nine years old, beginning with multi-volume epics written in composition books, telling tales of dragons and princesses. From there she grew into a geeky girl with an equal taste for romance and fantasy (and a little horror, too).
In 2012, she published her first erotic short story. Since then, she's written over 90 titles, including two full length novellas and the upcoming novel Luna Holdings.
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Enjoy this Sneak Peek of ‘Knocked Up: Fertile Fun Volume 2’:
Knocked Up: Fertile Fun Volume 2
(Taboo Erotica)
By
Saffron Daughter
Copyright 2014 Fervid Dreams
All Rights Reserved
Saffron Daughter and Natalie Deschain bring you these two forbidden fertile taboo tales that will leave you reaching for the ceiling fan switch.
Carly gets caught touching herself by the man of the house... and to make it right, he needs to knock her up!
Lilly has always wanted a bun in the oven... but she needs it from someone specific... someone forbidden... someone she grew up with!
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Knocked Up: Fertile Fun Volume 2
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Enjoy this Sneak Peek of ‘When She Was Caught’:
When She Was Caught
(Taboo Erotica)
By
Saffron Daughter
Copyright 2014 Fervid Dreams
All Rights Reserved
Ellie secretly longs for Bobby, a boy she knows very well. They grew up together, and are now reunited for the holidays in between university semesters. After a night out, she's alone at home and hung over, and decides that she wants to watch some porn.
Only, she doesn't hear the door open, and has no idea that Bobby is watching her until he coughs...
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When She Was Caught
I slipped a finger beneath the elastic of my panties, and began to gently run circles around my hardening clit, smearing my own juices around, lubricating my sensitive regions. I sighed and moaned softly, feeling the familiar sensations of building pleasure, ant
icipating my own final release.
No, I wouldn’t get there quickly. It was always too quick after a night out. Today I’d make it last. I sent my finger away from my quivering clit, to probe in between my folds, the space between my inner and outer labia. I ringed my entrance slightly, feeling it open up beneath the pressure of my finger, savoring the light and teasing pleasure….
I heard a light cough behind me and snapped my head around. Bobby was standing behind me.
“Shit,” I said, pulling down my skirt. “Why didn’t you tell me you were there!?”
“Honestly, I was going to, but when I saw what you were doing I was going to just slip back out.”
“So why didn’t you?” I said, exasperated. I couldn’t believe it! My step-brother had caught my masturbating! Fuck, why didn’t I close the door?
“To tell you the truth,” he started, before his voice faltered.
“Jesus Christ, Bobby! Will you get the fuck out!?”
Bobby just stared at me for a moment. “Do I have to?”
“What?” I cried, exasperated. “Yes! You do!”
I looked at him. He was wearing a tight-fitted polo shirt and hugging jeans. He looked remarkably good for having been out drinking all night. How on earth did he keep going like this?
In contrast, I was sure I looked messy and disheveled. A moment of vanity gripped me and I wondered how I must look to him, how he thought of me sitting here, in my small skirt and tank top, braless, nipples pressing through the fabric, soaking white panties on display.
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