Chapter 5
“We should get going.” I tell her.
She looks disappointed. “But we just got started,” she says so innocently.
I swallow hard, wanting nothing more than to take her again. A blow job is one thing – I'm well aware that it was wrong, but fucking her can get me in a hell of a lot more trouble.
I shame-shake my head. “Come on, let's go,” I say as I rise up from the bench. “Holly will start to wonder where we are.”
But she takes my hand to stop me. “Just text her.”
“Haley, we have to go!”
Her brows furrow in frustration. She yanks my arm, pulling me down to the floor nearly on top of her. For a small, slim girl she sure is strong. She reaches for my pocket and snatches my iPhone straight out – what the fuck?
“Give me that back. Now!” I say, reaching for it, but she twists and turns away from me as she types.
“Done,” she says holding the phone up to my face.
“Hey babe, Haley's practice is running waaay over time. We might not be back for an hour. Just wanted to let you know – love ya,” I read aloud as I review the text message she sent to Holly . And before I can protest she pulls my head down until my lips are pressed tight against hers.
That's more than enough to seal the deal.
Her mouth is sweet. She kisses me deep and hard, her hands tight around my neck at first and grazing through my hair as she moans into me. I force my tongue between her lips and she accepts it happily, sucking it and slithering her own tongue against it.
She takes my hand and puts it against her breast – even through her uniform I can feel her nipples are hard. I bet she's wet as fuck.
“Take off your top,” I whisper to her.
I can tell she doesn't want to but she breaks our kiss, criss-crossing her arms across her chest and whipping her cheer top up over her head. She looks so sexy wearing that tiny little cheer leading skirt, hiked right up beneath her pierced navel, with only her bra on up top. My hands slide up her waist until they find her bra, which I promptly unhook and discard beside us. She lays back, her breasts rising and falling with every deep breath, just waiting for me to take her.
I grab her round little tits, maybe a little too hard because she squeals when I do it, but she can take it. My mouth starts at her stomach and I drag my tongue all the way up until my lips find the flesh between her breasts. She arches and moans as I suck away at her skin, kneading her body with my hands. Her tits are just enough to fill my palms and they feel amazing between my fingers. Her pink erect nipples taste even better in my mouth.
“Mmmph, I need you now,” she cries.
“I bet you do, honey,” I say. I let go of her with one hand and let it slide up under her skirt, brushing her silky smooth thigh as I go. My fingers slip underneath her panties and explore her folds. She whimpers when I touch her there and her fingers curl tighter in my hair. She's wet, hot and ready. But I want to take my time.
I place kisses up over her chest, stopping right at the base of her neck and nipping her delicate flesh with my teeth, letting my finger circle her clit all the while. It's almost too much for her – I feel her whole body writhe beneath me as her hand grips my arm. So I press a little harder, sucking more of her skin into my mouth. She gasps in my ear, her breaths growing more and more shallow.
“Please, I need you inside me now” she whines into my ear. But just as she hits the brink I stop.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks.
I can't help but chuckle at how precious she is. “No baby, you're doing everything right. I’m going to make you feel real good.”
I slide down her body, running my hands over her legs, rubbing her thighs and pushing them far enough apart to fit my head. My head disappears beneath her tiny cheer skirt and I kiss her inner thighs first, licking the soft flesh before sucking it into my mouth. Her pussy is wet and juicy and just calling for me. I kiss her lips and then let my tongue slip between her dripping folds, lapping up her juices. I hear her release a long, guttural groan like I've never heard from her before and it's almost enough to make my dick stand at attention. Again. My tongue finds her clit and massages it – for her this is torture and I'm loving every minute of it.
I give her a taste of what she wants, while getting a taste of my own. I push my tongue inside her, slowly. She pants with anticipation as I slide into her, feeling her clench around me. My hands grip her thigh and her hip as I fuck her slowly with my tongue, sliding it in and out of her depths. Instinctively she grinds against my face, helping me to go deeper inside of her.
“I can't, uuuaaaagh!”
She gushes all around me and I revel in how sweet her pussy tastes.
I pull back on to my knees with a wry smile on my face, her juices a mess all over my chin while I’m watching her come down from her high.
“Get up,” I command her.
Still panting, she looks at me as if I'm crazy.
“Up. Now,” I repeat sternly.
With a confused look on her face she struggles to bring herself up to her feet. Her feet look a bit wobbly and she looks in awe of me.
“Are you going to fuck me again?”
Damn sure I am.
“Turn around and put your hands against the lockers.”
She looks to her left and is about to do just that until something washes over her face. “No,” she says defiantly.
My eyes grow wide with anger. “Do as I say. I know best, remember?”
She smirks and shakes her head as she backs away from me. “Nope. I'm not listening to you.”
“How dare you defy me?”
She giggles and replies, “I'm not defying you. You just have to catch me first.” And then she takes off running.
And oh how I love the chase.
Chapter 6
She's fast, but not faster than me. I let her believe she is though by running up behind her and almost catching her. My feet push off the floor hard as we race through the locker room and down the dark corridor, until we make it into the gym, where this all started. Her white sneaker squeak against the newly waxed floor. She's almost at the door but before she makes it I quicken my pace, reaching out and grabbing her around the waist, lifting her high off the floor.
She pretends to struggle against me as I drag her back to the bleachers.
“You caught me and now you get to have your way with me.”
I set her own on her knees, perched behind her on my knees. She looks back at me over her shoulder, her lips pink and pouty.
“And you can put it anywhere you want,” she says as she bends herself over the bleacher.
“Don't mind if I do,” I say.
I take her ankles and spread them wide apart, my knees settling inside of hers. Her hands grip the edge of the next step up, willing and waiting to take whatever I give her. I look down at that sweet, soft ass of hers, her curve hanging out from beneath the pleats of her skirt giving me just a taste what's underneath. I grope her cheek, making her coo while I stroke myself with my other hand. It doesn't take much for me to get hard again. Hell I'm not sure if I ever went soft.
I grip her hips and push her cheer skirt up higher until she's completely exposed. My hands trail down until they're planted firmly on her, giving her a good squeeze which always seems to make her moan. I open her up, running my thumb over her puckered asshole and pushing the tip inside. She instantly clenches and her body stiffens.
“You're too big to put it there,” she says.
“It fit last time, baby. Be a good girl and relax for me.”
She makes a soft sound when I push deeper into her.
“Uh! … I'll try.”
I loosen her up just enough before taking my cock, already slick with cum and spit. I'm so hard it hurts – just the thought alone of burying myself in her tight ass almost makes me spill all over. But I have to take it slow. She gasps a little when she feels me at her entrance. Her breathing deepens as my tip disappears inside of
her. Slowly I inch into her, getting lost between her cheeks. She bites her lip harder the deeper I go, muffling her cries. She's being the good girl I asked her to be, taking every inch of me deep inside her asshole.
She's so tight when I'm balls deep into her. My hips are cushioned by her taut cheeks when I roll them against her. She lets out a panicked moan.
“Just relax, baby girl,” I tell her, circling her waist with one arm, and taking her breast into my palm with the other. A nip on the neck and a roll of her nipple is to make her meld into me. With my bare chest pressed tight against her back push my hips against her again as I hold her close. She pants with each and every shallow thrust I give her.
“It's too tight. It doesn't fit,” she whines.
“It does, I'm already in. You're doing good baby,” I say against her neck.
I kiss her right in the spot that always drives her wild, thrusting deeper into her. She moves only about an inch into me but it's enough to almost make me lose control. Just for that, she gets a reward. I move my hand down between her legs, my fingers finding that old familiar home right between her slit. Touching her is enough to make her moan in full pleasure. I thrust deeper into her, sliding out and back in just a little bit more each time. Her knuckles are white, with her hands wrapped around the edge of the bleacher, but she throws her head back against my neck, crying out in pleasure as I ride her ass until finally we both come.
We both collapse, her body hunched over the bleacher seat and my body draped over hers. I can feel the beads of sweat on my forehead as I catch my breath. I don't know if I will ever be able to say no to her again.
I slide out of her and back on to my heels on the floor. For a minute I stare at the beautiful young lady before me , completely spent and wracked with pleasure, legs spread apart with my cum dripping down her thighs.
“Come on. We should get you cleaned up,” I tell her.
“Alright,” she says. “We should make it fast, Holly will be wondering where we are. Plus I’ll have to be up early for school tomorrow.”
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Table of Content
Virgin Stolen - Daddy’s Boss’ Son Taboo Sex Story
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
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Everyone has a little Taboo. What’s yours?
CHAPTER 1
Another dateless night, and most of my friends already had plans. I understood we were at the age of going our separate ways. Some went away to college, while others got married, and still more met new groups of friends through work. It was an awkward time, and usually I had plans, but every once in a while there just wasn’t much going on.
I’d usually just crash at home and watch a movie or goof around on my laptop. I was currently in my room playing a game and chatting with a few people. Nothing much happening and I was getting bored.
I decided to explore a little out of my boundaries and flip through some porn clips. My parents were home and I usually waited until they were out of the house. Mom and Dad were downstairs, Mom was watching TV and Dad was in his office so nobody would bother me up here.
I found a couple of clips that really worked me up, and before long I was hot and bothered. I knew a few fingers in my wet pussy would relieve me easily, but I wanted to stay in my heated up state a little longer.
While watching the naughty bits, I noticed a link on the side of the website. There were little ads about local people looking for a good time. There are tons of sites like that, but I usually just ignored them. Tonight, being horny and dateless again, I decided to check them out.
I had nothing to lose, so I hopped over to a sex and dating site and perused the ads. It was funny what some people requested while others were blatantly desperate. What surprised me was how many guys openly stated they were not ready to be in a committed relationship and were just looking for sex. It was weird to see stuff like that.
After browsing through the ads, I closed the page and went back to my porn clips which gave me faster satisfaction.
My panties were soaked, and I knew I’d have to take care of myself sooner than later. Reaching down, I slipped my hand into the fabric of my lace panties and my fingers got sticky immediately. I let my fingers play in my wetness and rubbed on my clit for a faster climax. I came fast, but there was something lacking. I should have invested some money in a vibrator, but for now I just needed relief.
Lying in bed with my laptop, I found myself curiously going back to the personal ads, fantasizing about some stranger getting me off. While I could surf the ads, I couldn’t respond to anything until I registered. I hesitated for a moment then I thought – what the hell.
I played with sexy names, but every time I tried to register, my chosen name was already taken. I hated coming up with names for sites. I must have tried a dozen different ones and then finally in a last ditch effort I went with “DaddysGirl25”, and of course that one wasn’t taken and since my fun, flirty attempts earlier were already taken I just went with it.
My daddy was actually my stepfather. He’d come into our lives when I was about ten. Mom and Dad met at work, and after a rough divorce, she wasn’t in a hurry to remarry. Dad worked his way into her heart though, and soon they were rushing off to get married. She still worked at the same place they met but Dad got a telecommuting job in another division.
He was good to me and my older brother, so we adjusted pretty quickly. It took me a good year to get comfortable calling him Dad, but it’s been over ten years now, so I’m used to it. My brother took a little longer, but he came around too. Barry, my older brother, is away at college. He graduates this year, but I still have two years to go. I stayed local, since I already had a part-time job and community college was the cheaper option and I didn’t want to be saddled with big loans when I got out.
Now that I had a log in, I signed in and responded to a couple of ads that caught my eye. I was looking for a good time, nothing serious, and a few had me interested. Most people posted pictures of things like their boobs or cocks, maybe a picture of their eyes or lips, but it was weird not seeing faces.
I was surprised how quickly people responded. I realized they were sitting at home just as dateless as I were. Ewww, I hoped they didn’t end up being losers. It was kind of a funny thought, since here I was doing the same thing. But I guess if I was just in it for the sex, I didn’t need to worry about their careers and future ambitions.
Hard4You answered fast, asking to know more details about me. I wasn’t sure what to say, but my heart raced a little faster and my adrenaline kicked in at the sight of a message already.
CHAPTER 2
Conversations moved quickly, almost chat like through their little email messaging system. Each time a message would come in, I’d get excited. I talked to him a little then when he got comfortable some kinky details came out and I realized he wasn’t what I was looking for.
It was addicting though, the rush of a new message, talking sex openly – I was hooked. I spent the next few days playing with the site and talking to different people.
I got a message from NeedsWetPussy, I cringed when I saw he was already married. Could I do that? Have sex with somebody’s husband? I mean, just talking to him was fine, right? I wondered what his wife would think, catching him on a site like this. For now, I avoided the personal ads that mentioned they were married. Even though I knew not all of them would admit to it though.
BigFatCock cracked me up. He was funny, but he wanted anal sex, and I wasn’t ready to travel that road. He was fun to talk to for a little bit, and true to his name, his picture showed a big fat cock!
It wasn’t until JohnnyKong wrote me that I thought I might have a match. He didn’t seem pushy and was okay with taking things slowly. We talked on and off all week, dripping pieces of info
rmation out at a time through the messaging system. We’d talked for about two weeks when I considered meeting up with him, but when he dropped the bomb that he couldn’t meet me one particular weekend because he was married, I almost gave up.
The initial excitement of finding a lover online was wearing off, and most guys turned me off with enough conversation. Unfortunately JohnnyKong turned me on. I knew he had a wife now. He told me he wasn’t satisfied, and sadly while he loved her, the sex just didn’t measure up. He didn’t want to leave her; he just needed some outside sexual release.
We’d shared intimate details about what we liked sexually, and every time a new message came in from him, I found myself getting wet and excited. He wrote intimate, sexy details about what he was going to do to my body, and I’d masturbate to the words on my laptop screen.
I told him I’d have to think about it, I was torn. I mean, I don’t know this guy; I’m just having sex with him. Whatever his baggage is – was not my concern. It wasn’t like I was in it for a relationship, I simply wanted a new fuck buddy. I thought better of it, and then dropped my boundary for some reason.
Okay, I wrote back, I’ll meet you. I was giddy and nervous realizing I was going to have sex with a stranger. I could let loose, be wild and loud, be naughty and not worry about what he was thinking, and that turned me on.
JohnnyKong said he could meet me at a hotel about thirty minutes from here. He was going to book a room and then get back to me with the room number. I stayed close to my computer waiting for my little message light to blink. I must have checked a hundred times, anxious and anticipating the message. I couldn’t believe I was doing this!
When the little red message indicator lit up, my heart raced. Could I go through with this? My adrenaline was high, my feet were frozen and my mind was spinning. I finally went for it. I slipped on some sexy black panties and a lacy bra under my sundress, chose a pair of kitten heels and headed out.
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