(DARK EROTICA) Veil Of Pleasure: (Taboo Erotica) (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

by Lucy Lixx

  This book as about tantric sex.

  I blushed immediately and tucked it under my arm, curiosity and fear mixing in my gut. It would help to have a reference guide since I was so inexperienced. I wanted to impress my Daddy and make him feel good, so it wouldn't hurt to look a few positions. I located a quiet spot out of view of others and opened the book again. Each page held a fascinating drawing of a woman and a man in the throes of passion, bent over in the strangest and wildest positions I had never before seen. As I flipped through the pages, I didn't noticed the sudden presence of someone next to me.

  It was Brad!

  I slammed the book shut and pushed it away, embarrassed that I'd been caught reading smut.

  “Victoria, what was that?”

  “Nothing!”

  I stood and ran back towards my cart, shoving it in the direction of a study room so I could calm down from being so startled. I couldn't believe someone saw me looking at that! The entire book was basically pornography as it depicted various sexual acts and techniques. Did people really do those sort of positions? I recalled the one of the woman sitting on top with her ankles up to the man's ears. Was that comfortable? I shook the image from my head as I unlocked a study room and shut the door behind me. The silence and security of the room eased me immediately and I walked over to the computer that was sitting on the desk across the room. I logged into an admin account and opened a fresh web page.

  What was I looking for? I tapped the keys pensively before typing in a few keywords. “Daddy” and “sex” typed together in the search bar produced a medley of websites that were rather intimidating. I found groups dedicated to rape fantasies, role play groups, and even some questionable “teen” websites. After clicking around, I came across a blog that was dedicated purely to a Daddy/daughter relationship that caught my attention. I sifted through their blog for a bit and came across a few toys that I thought would please Daddy. The girl, who looked about my age, was wearing a pastel colored collar and soft lace outfits that revealed a great deal of her body. Her Daddy would put her on a leash or sometimes bind her. I wondered if my Daddy was into that sort of thing and tried to remember whether I saw anything anywhere that ever indicated that interest.

  Having satisfied my curiosity about this sort of relationship, I deleted my web history and logged out to finish my work for the evening. If I was going to get some things to use with Daddy then I would have to figure out a way to get my mother out of the house so we could properly explore. My roommate would be occupying the dorm this weekend, and our disappearance wouldn't go unnoticed. I considered calling out of work Saturday, but thought better of it. Skipping work would surely displease Daddy and elicit a spanking. I didn't mind the spankings, but my bottom was so sore that it was difficult to sit for anything. I almost dreaded sitting in class the next day even though the pinch every time I sat was exhilarating.

  I walked the cart out of the study room and started shelving again, attempting to preoccupy my mind until six. I could always check out the tantric book, but I'd risk exposing my curiosity and, potentially, my secret relationship. I had to be good. I had to be discreet. I stared at the desk I had been sitting at earlier where I'd shoved the book away from me when Brad caught me. I bit my lip, the thought occurring that I could just slip the book into my purse and return it later. I couldn't do that. The alarm at the front would most certainly go off and I'd have to admit to my crime.

  I'd also get another spanking.

  I didn't want to push Daddy too much this week. I wanted to please him as much as possible while also remaining studious and focused. It was hard to focus when I could still feel his palm smacking my bare bottom to pieces. It made me excited again and I had to compose myself. I'd been doing a lot of recomposing lately. Was I going mad? I wish I knew other people like this. I didn't think Brad or Lillian would get it. Maybe Lillian would understand the crush and the sexual tension, but she seemed to be so wrapped up in her boyfriend that I felt it was hopeless to ask. Besides, I'm a big girl. I can handle myself just fine.

  I just had to make it to Friday.

  Working and studying the rest of the week was surprisingly easier than I thought it would be. I was worried I wouldn't be able to focus, but getting so intimate with Daddy only made me feel stronger. I took my time writing my essays and even had a little lunch date with my roommate who made jokes the entire time about one of our boring professors. Friday went by relatively quick until the last fifteen minutes of my shift at the library. I watched the clock nervously until it was six and I carefully put up the books that needed to be sorted the next day in the cart next to the front desk. I walked into the back room with ease, punched a few numbers into the computer, and grabbed my purse from the desk drawer.

  I was free.

  Before heading back to my dorm, I stopped by a local shop that sold a variety of toys and outfits. I had never been to a sex shop before and was shocked as I walked through the door. It wasn't dirty like most movies had depicted it and I was greeted cheerily by a little alternative woman from behind the front counter. I looked around in an attempt to drink in the amount of toys laid out around the store.

  “Need help finding anything?” Asked the woman with blue hair.

  I stammered nervously over my words until I found them: “Yes… Well, I need… I need to find a collar and a leash.”

  The woman smiled, put down her book, and waved with her hand to follow her. She took me to an aisle not too far from the front and presented a whole shelf of collars, gags, and leashes. I was overwhelmed by the selection and smiled like I had just been presented a puppy.

  “Let me know if you need help finding anything else.”

  I nodded in her direction and started sifting through different colored collars and materials that I might like to wear. I tried a few on before finding a cute pink collar with ruffles and a small d-ring at the front. Triumphantly, I ran back to the front to ask if they had any outfits that would match the collar. The woman took me to a rack in the back that was covered in pink lingerie, bras, and underwear. I took my time examining each style and holding them up to my chest to size. After about thirty minutes, I took my selections to the front and paid in cash so my parents wouldn't see the charge on the card. As I left, the woman wished me luck and I flushed red as I thanked her.

  I got back to my dorm room and pulled on the new lingerie outfit that I had chosen for Daddy – it was a white bra with pink bows and ruffles with a lace pair of boy shorts to match. I pulled on a plain skirt and a blouse over my lingerie and started collecting my laundry and homework for the weekend, picturing the fun that we were going to have as soon as I could get my mother out of the house. I could always buy her a gift card to see a movie, but she might get suspicious. I loaded up my car, said good bye to my roommate, and headed out towards my house.

  On the way, I reflected on who I had been a year ago. I was naive then. Now I was wearing big girl clothes and having big girl sex with someone I wouldn't have ever had sex with if I was still the same girl from back then. I felt a little more mature, but I didn't want it to get to my head. I wanted to stay as young and pure for as long as possible so I could keep my Daddy around. It occurred to me suddenly that this was potentially a temporary relationship. Daddy wouldn't be around forever. He couldn't hide his fantasy from his wife for that long, and I couldn't tip-toe around her like she was stupid. Eventually, she would catch a whiff of the mischief and start poking her nose where it didn't belong.

  I sighed and pulled into the driveway, taking a moment to stare at my house before turning off the engine. I grabbed my things from the car and bustled through the door, hauling my load to my room. My mother greeted me from the bathroom as I walked by.

  “Hey, sweetheart!” She called while putting a bright diamond in her ear.

  “Hey, mom!” I set my things down. “Where are you off to in such a sultry outfit?”

  My mother struck a pose and smiled.

  “I
t's Karen's birthday tonight, so we're grabbing some dinner and then heading to the bar.” She grabbed her purse from the counter and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Your dad made dinner. It's in the oven. I'll see you later!”

  Well, that was easy.

  I watched my mother leave and ran back to my room to set everything up. I wanted it to be absolutely perfect. I shuffled wildly through my tote to find the collar I had bought earlier and set it carefully on the comforter for Daddy to find. I wanted to wear it now, but I also wanted him to put it on me. The house was so abnormally quiet that I wondered if he was even home. I listened at the door for any sort of movement or indication of his presence. His bike was out front when I pulled up, so he wasn't out for a joy ride or at the shop. I recall the excitement in my gut when he had texted me this morning saying how he was looking forward to seeing his princess later.

  Me. His princess. He called me his princess. I nearly cried with joy. I hadn't belonged to anyone like this before and I was loving every minute of it.

  While lost in thought, I hadn't heard the footsteps coming up the hallway. A voice broke the silence outside my door.

  “Is that my little girl?”

  A gasp escaped my lips and I smiled, covering my mouth. Before responding, I pulled my clothes off slowly to reveal the brand new lingerie underneath. I tossed my clothes aside and got on my knees, a position I had noticed on that blog. This position promised my subservience to Daddy. It showed my willingness to follow his direction and to be every bit of his fantasy as he was mine. I smoothed my hair, took a deep breath, and bowed my head.

  “Yes, Daddy. It's me.”

  The door creaked open. I didn't look up. I kept my eyes lowered to my knees where my hands rested and waited for his direction. He walked towards me and silently regarded my stance and outfit. I drank the attention gratefully.

  “You have done a wonderful job at pleasing Daddy.” He said. “And what's this?”

  I felt him reach over my head to the bed where the collar sat in the plush blanket. Without another word, he pushed my hair away from my shoulders and wrapped it around my throat. I smiled.

  “This is perfect. It suits you. What do you say?”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “You're welcome, baby girl. Now, give me a kiss.”

  As I raised my chin, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans to find a readily hard cock waiting for me. I looked up at him as I took his entire member into my mouth, soaking every inch with my lips and tongue. Daddy groaned, surprised and pleased that I was kissing him in a different way. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and continued sucking the head as I stroked him. He slowly ran his fingers through my hair until he found a good chunk and tugged.

  “Take it all,” he whispered. “Like I good girl.”

  He forced my lips down further and I choked, trying hard not to gag on his quivering appendage. I held back the tears and took him all the way to the back of my throat while still sucking. He whispered encouraging words and stroked my head, moving with the rhythm of my lips. I could feel him twitching. I dug my nails into his hips and pulled him in and out of my mouth, determined to make him cum with my lips alone. I wanted to show him what I could do. I wanted him to be proud. I want him to want it so badly because I was the one who could do it right.

  I looked up at him as he pumped faster, his legs tensing as he picked up rhythm and groaned. Our eyes locked and he exploded, hot cum shooting down my throat and spilling out of my mouth as he continued to pound my face. When he stopped moving, I lapped at the cum dripping from the head of his cock which caused him to shudder and teeter forward. He caught himself before falling.

  “Good girl,” he said while panting. “A very good girl. I'll have to reward you.”

  I smiled and thanked him in the way I'd become accustomed and started to stand when I heard the front door slam. Daddy and I stared at each other, frozen in our places. Cum decorated my face and his pants were on the floor. I heard my mother's voice coming up the hall, explaining she had forgotten something important like her ID or her money or her tampons or something really stupid that completely destroyed the moment we were having. Her voice neared my door and I panicked, attempting to come up with an explanation or even picturing escape plans.

  But her voice faded. She went back up the hall. The door closed. Silence followed.

  Daddy stroked my face with his free hand and wiped some cum from my lips.

  “My dirty secret,” he whispered. “You're my dirty little secret.”

  THE END

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  Sweet Nectar

  Chapter One

  It’s 4AM! Although she hasn’t ever needed to hit the snooze button before, Sophie finds herself having hit it three times this morning before she pulled herself out of bed. Having arrived in the states a few days ago, she isn’t jetlagged, but the time difference between London and America is enough to make her feel a little unsettled.

  Sophie, a 20 year old, redheaded British exchange student, with the palest green eyes and the palest white skin, is up now, and after pulling her tights over her long legs, and then over her firm backside she smiles, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The perfection of her derriere catches her by surprise as usual, and after she admires the svelteness of her body perhaps a moment too long, she knows that she must leave.

  Pulling a sweater over herself, covering her almost too perfect breasts, she heads out of her MIT apartment, her home for this year. She is one of three exchange students, and one of the perks of being a senior exchange student is that, if they were available, you could get a private apartment on campus. Sophie got the last one.

  She exits her apartment building and gets her bearings. After checking and rechecking her online map, she figures out where the track field is, and makes her way there in a light trot. She has only been here two days so it is completely understandable that she doesn’t yet know where everything is. About 10 minutes later she is under the bleachers, having taken an unexpected shortcut not on the map.

  But at least she is here, and she can do her standard-clear-your-head morning run, last done five days ago when she was still in London, and very necessary today, with it being her first full day of lectures.

  Massachusetts wasn’t her first choice, but MIT offered a great renewable energy program that she wanted to be a part of, for a year at least. And since it had always been her dream to study in the US, when the MIT opportunity presented itself, Sophie grabbed it with both hands. She was an obvious choice for the program too, her intellect surpassed only by her incredible good looks.

  Sophie didn’t look like a nerd though, by any standards. She looked more like the centerfold from one of those taboo magazines that most men wouldn’t admit to having under their beds. The good thing about her though is that she really didn’t seem to know it. Or if she did, it really wasn’t her calling card in any of her social interactions. She was very attractive, no doubt. But she never forced her attractiveness down your throat the way you would expect someone with such striking beauty to do.

  Humility as well as a certain regal air, without being pretentious, add to the attraction of Sophie. And needless to say, many a male student, and some females, noticed her at orientation, and they must have already made several mental notes to make a move. She knew why she was here though, and it certainly wasn’t to get involved in any sort of relationship that would last only a year and then be done when she had to go back to England. Such complications didn’t appeal in any way to the savvy 20 year old.

  She stretched on the bleachers for about ten minutes, looking around her at the vast emptiness of the track. There was one solitary form on the far end, and if Sophie timed it right, she would be able to say good morning to him on her second lap. She was just a nice girl and made a point of making everybody fe
el more than a little special. She really didn’t care whether you were a janitor or a lunch lady, grounds maintenance worker or a plumber. Her philosophy was simple: everyone was somebody to somebody!

  As she approached the man in the grey coveralls, his figure illuminated by the bright floodlights that still lit the track, she noticed that he was very tall. He was almost too tall, and she was suddenly nervous about greeting him and taking his attention away from sweeping the track, something she would later look back on, and it still not make sense. He seemed out of place.

  "Why would a statuesque man like him be sweeping a track?

  When she gets close to him though he looks up suddenly and she doesn’t know what to do. Should she greet him and just keep on running, or should she stop and strike up a real conversation. Both of these would be easy for her to do, but she cannot really read his face so she isn’t sure which scenario would make him uncomfortable. She knew from her school back in London that maintenance staff tended to keep to themselves, and they only spoke to students when said student had locked themselves out of their dorm and needed help.