by Ami Snow
“That’s not so bad,” Lori said, shifting position to give Tristian easier access to the sensitive spots between her thighs, “but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that damned wooden spoon.”
Tristan’s fingers had found her clit and had started tracing slow circles around it. “Be a good girl,” he said, “and you won’t have to.”
Lori flattened her hands on the table in front of her, spreading her legs even wider. “That feels so good, when you do that,” she said. She bent at the waist, letting her breasts fall down in front of her. The fleshy pendulums almost reached the table’s surface, and it took all of her willpower not to thrust her hips backward onto Tristan’s talented hand.
“I’m glad you like it.” Tristan tapped his fingertips against Lori’s clit, causing the big girl to jump in place. “We could have a lot of fun.” Then he grasped her throbbing button between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it gently. The pressure took Lori’s breath away; she didn’t even recognize the noises that were coming from her mouth as sounds she was capable of making. “As long as you do as you’re told.”
“I will,” Lori promised, gasping. Every second Tristan held her clit this way was a second she became more and more powerless before him; she would do anything to make the delicious pain stop. Or not stop. The ache was becoming more and more intense. Lori could feel a new surge of need building up within her. “Oh, God. I promise I’ll obey you!”
Tristan squeezed even harder. Lori’s knees buckled and she collapsed onto the table. Her large breasts and ample belly formed a soft cushion beneath her. “You say that now,” Tristan said. He had his free hand at the entrance to Lori’s pussy, one finger tip tucked just between her tender lips. “But when I told you not to come earlier, did you listen?”
Lori shook her head, sending her curls sprawling all over the table. “I couldn’t help it!”
“Tell me,” Tristan said. “Has anyone played with this sweet pussy before?” He wriggled his fingertip while keeping the steady pressure on her tender clit. “Tell me the truth.”
“Not like this,” Lori gasped. “I mean, some guys have touched me there. Inside. A little. But it never felt like this.”
“And how long ago was that?” Tristan asked. He started pushing his finger slowly into her fleshy pussy. “Because you’re so very, very tight.”
Lori blushed. It had been a while since she’d gone out with anyone; even if her boyfriend had been kind of a loser, breaking up with him had taken more of a toll on her heart than Lori had expected. “About a year,” she admitted. “Fourteen months?”
“That explains a lot,” Tristan said. His fingers were thicker than Lori had realized; having a single digit in her made her feel deliciously full. When he slid it back and forth, Lori closed her eyes. She also opened her mouth; much to her surprise, she realized she wanted her mouth full of Tristan’s big cock again. Her pussy convulsed at the thought of having his fingers in her hair, pulling her face into his crotch, and she groaned. “A woman like you needs plenty of attention,” he said, sliding another finger in beside the first, “to stay satisfied.”
Lori turned her head and looked at her father’s best friend over her shoulder. “Please?” she asked.
“Please what?”
“I want to come,” she said. “With you inside of me.”
Tristan wiggled his fingers, forcing a fresh moan deep out of Lori’s lungs. “I am inside you,” he said.
“That’s not what I mean,” she panted, “and you know it.”
“Tell me what you want, Lori,” Tristan said, releasing his grip on her clit only to grasp the slippery bean again, slightly harder. “Tell me now.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she said. “With your big cock.” Tristan’s fingertips hit a particularly sensitive spot inside Lori, and she went up on her tip toes. “And I want you to let me come.”
“Good girl,” Tristan said. He took his fingers off of her clit to undo his belt. “You’re a fast learner.” His cock swung out in front of him, thick and full. When Tristan pulled his fingers out of Lori’s juicy pussy, there was a wet, sucking sound. He stepped into position behind her, nestling the head of his cock against her ample swollen lips. “See what happens when you do what you’re told?”
Lori didn’t say anything. She just did her best to thrust her hips backward, desperate to feel Tristan’s thick cock forcing her open. The head was so thick and fat that it took a long moment to go in; both Tristan and Lori moaned when the flared edge slipped into her tight tunnel.
“Yes,” Lori breathed. “This is so good.”
Tristan had one hand on each of her hips, finger tips sinking into her soft, fleshy folds. “Don’t make me come yet,” he cautioned her. “I want to be all the way in you.”
“I’m trying,” Lori said. “But I don’t know what to do!”
Her admission seemed to spur some fresh new need in Tristan. He pushed forward with an almost brutal stroke, stretching and opening Lori’s pussy as he went. “Just keep doing what you’re doing, baby. I’ll take care of the rest.”
She took him at his word. Lori felt her legs open wider and wider as Tristan’s thrusting grew more intense; before too long, she could feel the soft crush of his balls smacking up against her clit with every stroke. She was full, fuller than she’d ever been, and the juices were running out of her pussy like a river.
“Oh God!” she said. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.” The words kept repeating themselves, a new iteration forced out of her mouth each time Tristan pushed into her. “I’m gonna come all over your fat cock!”
“Yeah,” Tristan growled. He was slamming into her at this point; his face red and all pretense of calm control abandoned. “Give it up for me, baby.” He smacked her ass hard, right on top of the area he’d worked over with the wooden spoon. It hurt in all the right ways. Lori howled and had the biggest orgasm of her life; her pussy tensed tighter than it had ever been and then let loose all at once with a rush of excitement the likes of which she’d never felt before.
That did it for Tristan. With one last grunt, he slammed into Lori as hard as he could. His cock flexed and thickened and then released, sending a river of his need to merge with her wetness. After, he collapsed on top of Lori, breathing heavily for a moment. Then he rolled to the side, half-sprawled on the table, face to face with Lori.
“Would it be okay,” he asked, letting his fingertips trace the side of her face, “if I kissed you now?”
Lori laughed. “Why not? You’ve done everything else.”
Tristan smiled. “But kissing is different,” he said.
“How?” she asked.
“Try it and see.”
Lori reached out and pulled Tristan toward her. “All right.” The kiss was tender and tentative at first; Tristan was, surprisingly, the shyer of the two of them. Lori was the first one to let her lips part; it was her tongue that reached out for his. After a moment, though, his passion matched hers. They wound up with their arms wrapped around each other, rolling on the table through a round of deep kisses before sitting up and grinning at each other.
“You know what?” Lori said. She thought back over the entire day. It had been such an emotional roller coaster, from her anxiety that everything be flawless for the CNN taping, through the jaw-dropping terror that came with seeing the vase shatter on the study floor, through the nerve-wracking wait for Tristan’s wrath – all to be followed up with the most intense and ultimately pleasurable sexual experience of her life.
“What’s that?” Tristan said.
“If I had known that this is how things turned out,” she said, “I would have broken your vase a long time ago.”
Tristan laughed. “Well, don’t feel like you need to destroy my entire collection,” he said. “That part’s really not necessary.”
Lori’s eyes went wide. “But then how will you know when I need a spanking?” she asked.
“Believe me,” Tristan said. “I’m pre
tty bright. I’m sure I’ll be able to figure it out.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” she said, and then waved a plump finger at her father’s best friend’s face. “But you’d better not keep me waiting for too long. Otherwise, who knows what will happen?”
THE END
Forbidden Fruits with Dad’s Best Friend
TABOO ROMANCE
By: Amanda Bolton
Forbidden Fruits with my Dad’s Best Friend
“Kathleen can you come in here please?”
The intercom on my desk connected to my boss’s office startled me. Clicking the transmit button I answered that I would be right in; I locked the sensitive case file I had been working on in my desk drawer and entered his office.
Looking up from the paper he was reading he motioned me to a chair.
“Kathleen the motion to plead not guilty by Garrick Anderson has been incorrectly addressed and will be inadmissible in court in the morning and as I have called in a favor by the clerk of courts to have this hearing first up on Judge Quail’s agenda I need it in my hands before 10AM”
Looking slightly guilty now he looked down again as he made his request.
“I know it is a lot to ask and I would go myself if I didn’t have to review the case notes in the murder trial tomorrow afternoon. It is going to take a good deal of the night. Can you please drive up to Newcastle tonight and collect the new document and bring it back here to me?”
During the time we had been representing Garrick I had been to his house on numerous occasions and I knew it was almost a four hour drive each way. I also knew my boss was serious and he would go himself if he possibly could. During the five years I had been his articled clerk and private secretary he had seldom asked too much of me that would cause me to work through the night.
“Yes of course Sir, may I leave now and try and miss most of the peak hour traffic out of Sydney?”
“Looking at his watch he exclaimed
“Good grief is it that late already? Yes of course you must leave immediately.”
Then looking directly at me again added,
“I really appreciate this, I will add forty hours to your bonus this month Kathleen.”
Then he wished me a safe journey and returned to his case notes. It was a generous gesture and quite in character, he was not the most successful Criminal Queen’s Council in Australia merely because he almost always won his cases, but equally because he treated his staff well and amply rewarded effort and talent.
He was also popular with the Judges for his attention to detail and no nonsense approach with his clients. He never sugar coated their options, if they had little or no case he told them so and suggested a guilty plea he would try and bargain into the lowest penalty available, and he was consistently successful at it.
“Dad this is Kathy, can you call Mum for me and tell her I won’t be in for dinner, a deposition has been filed incorrectly and I must drive to Newcastle tonight and fetch the amended document because we need it in court first thing.”
“Yes of course darling, are you ok or shall I ask your brother to go with you?”
Laughingly I responded,
“I would be asleep in an hour, mesmerized by his snoring.”
Chagrined Dad agreed and said that he hadn’t quite though that all the way through. Still grinning at the irony of sending my brother to keep me awake when road trips always sent him to sleep almost immediately, I stepped on the gas and entered the four lanes of traffic crossing the ‘Coathanger’, the nickname we Sydneysiders have for the iconic and beautiful Sydney Harbor Bridge
Leaving early had been an excellent plan and I reached the outer suburbs and the motor way connecting the two cities within the hour. If I had left thirty minutes later it would have taken me double that.
I actually enjoyed driving my car outside the always bustling and extremely busy city limits. It had been a gift from my Father when he made partner in the law firm where he had worked for almost twenty years, a four wheel steer Honda Prelude two door sports.
A slight touch on the gas and the little car scorched up to the 110 kilometer limit instantly and just purred along. I flipped on the cruise control and slid a ‘Drifters’ CD into the player and relaxed to enjoy the drive.
“Oh hello Miss Donaldson,”
Garrick greeted me at the door.
“Please come in, my Dad has the amended document in his office.”
I followed the 19 year old into their beautiful home and through to his architect Father’s well-appointed office.
“Yes Brett she has just arrived would you like to talk to her,”
Brett Hoskins was my Boss, obviously he declined as Rick Anderson, Garrick’s Dad, hung up the phone and greeted me.
“Hello Kathy, nice to see you again, we are really very sorry to put you and Brett to so much trouble but we didn’t realize the deposition was incorrect until lunch time today and I was lucky to get it to court in time to have it amended this afternoon.”
After assuring Rick it was ok and that I really had enjoyed the drive they invited me to share a meal with them before I started back.
“Kathleen, what is going to happen to Garrick tomorrow, I am so worried I can’t sleep?”
Ilene Anderson was a doting Mother, perhaps too much so. Garrick was an only child in a very privileged family and whilst a decent enough boy he was some-what spoiled. He had been out with some friends and had too much to drink and went joyriding in a vehicle that had allegedly been stolen. It was a serious charge with a very possible custodial sentence.
“Irene there is nothing to be concerned about, tomorrow is just a plea hearing and will be over in about thirty minutes and Garrick’s bail will be renewed and he should be released from the police station into Rick’s custody in about two hours.”
Leaving an obviously much relieved Irene after thanking her for dinner I set off on the return trip.
Thinking about Garrick’s case I went over some of the aspects of it to keep it fresh in my mind, as I always do with current and pending cases. This was one time when his wealthy family’s money was not going to save him as it had in the juvenile system he had run afoul of in some misdemeanors prior to turning eighteen.
Brett had made no bones about telling him that this was the big league and he was in serious trouble. He had tried to convince the Andersons to have Garrick plead guilty but to no avail.
“I don’t want my son to start his adult life with a criminal record Brett,” Rick had argued. “You are the best Layer in the country and I don’t care what it costs, just get him off, please!”
Promising nothing but to do his best, Brett had taken the case and I had interviewed all the other boys involved looking for a loophole, but so far the Police case looked water tight.
“Hello Mum, I have left Newcastle and I am on my way home. Yes don’t worry I am fine and actually enjoying the drive. It is great to be on a motor way and not in gridlock.”
My Mum was a worrier so I always keep her in the loop and keep my voice light and stress free when chatting with her.
“Yes the Andersons insisted I eat with them before starting back Mum don’t worry,” I responded to her query about whether I had eaten. “Please don’t wait up for me it will be well after 2AM before I get in. You promise me now.”
Anyone hearing this conversation could be forgiven for wondering just who was the parent here, I thought to myself as I ended the call and flipped off the car phone.
It was the latest thing in technological communication devices and was operated from tabs attached to my steering wheel, Brett had it installed for me before the car was delivered. At the time I thought it a wonderful gift but in hindsight it was an extremely intelligent work tool for him. It kept us in immediate touch almost anywhere in the country where there was coverage.
I spent a good deal of any working week doing Brett’s leg work which meant driving a lot, usually in the confines of the CBD. I was a well-known visitor at the local lock-u
p and in the courts and criminal research facilities.
He had offered me a deal, a company car or a generous car/expense allowance package; my car was such a delight to drive and still a novelty so I opted for the latter.
“Hello Sir,” I answered the car phone and recognized Brett’s caller ID.
“Is everything alright Kathleen? Please, if you are the least bit fatigued book into a road side motel on your expense account and come on down in the morning after some rest.”
This is why my boss is so popular, he is thoughtful and considerate, not a common characteristic among those of his profession I had discovered during my years as his assistant
Assuring him as I had my Mother that all was fine and dandy he thanked me again and rang off saying he would see me in the morning.
Readjusting the volume on my CD player I went back to reviewing Garrick’s case notes in my mind.
Garrick’s five co-respondents were all at least one year his junior and would appear in the children’s court as minors. Garrick was the only one to be tried as an adult and consequently faced the most severe penalties.
I had personally interviewed all five, three in juvenile detention centers after being refused bail because of a multitude of previous convictions.
Garrick had repeatedly claimed that he had absolutely no knowledge that the car was stolen until the police chased and apprehended them. However all five had stated to me that he was told before getting into it and had still done so.
This was, of course, the most damning testimony for him. It meant he was charged with car conversion the same as the driver and thief because of it, and not the lesser charge of riding in a stolen vehicle, which was what four of his co-respondents had been charged with.
