The Safe Word is Cherry!
by Tuesday Taboo
Copyright 2014 Tuesday Taboo
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The Safe Word is Cherry!
Book design by Tuesday Taboo
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WARNING! - The subject matter in this story is incredibly TABOO!
All of the characters are over the age of 18 and none of them are blood relatives.
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“Your word will be “cherry”,” my step-father Dean said to me. He was a black, muscular man in a tight shirt and jeans, and when he put his hand on my elbow and guided me through the door and into the home he shared with my Mom, I could feel an almost elemental strength flowing through him. I’d always thought he was a nine or a ten, and standing next to him made me feel like a chubby six that was really out of her league.
The inside of their house was dark, but well-furnished. The scent of his cologne, a spicy, somewhat exotic blend I couldn’t place, filled my lungs, adding a flavor to the encounter that would haunt me forever.
“Did your Mother tell you what to expect?” he asked.
It was an excellent question. I’d been asking that very thing of myself all weekend, ever since Mom had convinced me that my lack of sexual experience and my “prudish” inhibitions were getting in the way of life on the dating scene. She’d urged me on, telling me that her new husband was ‘very good at what he does’, but now I wasn’t so sure about this.
“A little,” I said.
“We’ll spend some time together, you and I. Your Mother assures me that you’re clean. A virgin in fact, and you can’t be cleaner than that, isn’t that right?”
I nodded, ashamed.
“Excellent. For the rest of the evening you are mine. If at any time you don’t like where things are going, you have only to say the word ‘cherry’, and I’ll stop. Whatever made you uncomfortable will be halted, changed or adjusted, and we’ll continue. Does that make sense?”
I nodded. I was still scared out of my mind, but I knew that Kelly wouldn’t have recommended him to me if he was some crazy person, or something. “Okay,” I said.
“Your Mother is certain that you are too inhibited. Is that the issue you’d like to focus on during this session?”
“Yes, please.”
“And are you ready to begin?” He smiled, strong white teeth flashing confidently at me. “It’s okay, Jess. I do this for a living, and I’ve been looking forward to breaking you in. I’m sure you’ll find it very useful, when you hit the dating scene again.”
I opened my mouth, so nervous that I almost just got up and fled the house. “When do we start?” I asked instead, al too aware of his black skin and the big bulge in his pants.
“Jess, do you need to eat or drink anything?”
“No.”
“Do you need to use the toilet?”
“No thank you.”
He smiled again. “And do you remember your word?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Please don’t be too embarrassed to use it. Not everyone likes the same things, you see, and the best and quickest way I have of finding your walls is if I push to them and you are honest with me when I reach them. Challenging new fears and confronting old hang-ups can be very rewarding, but not if you are in a great deal of pain, either physical or emotional. Do you understand?”
I let his words sink in. I could feel myself shaking, just a little, but the nerves were there. Every indrawn breath and subtle shift of my weight from one foot to the other was laced with a series of trembles and chills.
“I understand,” I said, once I thought that I did.
Dean took a step toward me and pointed at the floor. “Now get on your fucking knees.”
I just stood there, mute. Was that all the preamble there was going to be? My legs locked and my heart jumped around in my chest as I realized I was very much not ready for this. Every relationship I’d ever been in had fallen apart, yes, but nobody had ever ordered me to do anything sexually.
Maybe that’s part of the problem, a voice in my head piped up. They didn’t know how to ask and you didn’t know what they needed, so things just faded away.
My step-father was watching me, dark eyes glittering in the last of the sunlight slipping through the windows. The door to the house was at my back. I could still leave, could still either beg out of this or just run back to my car and pretend this had never happened.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled his penis out through the unbuttoned slit of his boxers. It was incredibly black, impossibly thick and, though still limp, seemed like it would get to be quite a bit bigger than anything I’d ever imagined sliding into me, once he got aroused.
I stared.
“Come on, Jess,” he said. “You may not know it, but you just licked your lips. If the sight of a man’s dick is enough to freeze you in your tracks, this is going to be a very long night for both of us.”
“But…”
“On your fucking knees,” he said again, the words forged in something stricter and sterner than they had been prior.
I felt ridiculous. Was I wasting my time? After all, if putting that in my mouth was enough to make me think of using the safety word, why was I even here? If Mom was okay with this, why shouldn’t I be? Annoyed at myself, I knelt before him and stared up at him defiantly.
“Good,” he said. “Now strip.”
The words went through me like a knife in the dark. Really? Just like that? I’d been willing to lick him, to let him put his penis in my mouth. If I were honest, I’d even been looking forward to seeing how hard he could get, how long his thick penis could get once I’d had my mouth on him, but to have to kneel here naked, like some-
“Slut,” he said, “I am losing patience with you. If you don’t get every last piece of clothing off of your body in the next thirty second, I’m going to cut them off of you.”
I started to get back up to my feet. If I was going to comply, getting out of the stupid tight skirt I’d chosen to wear would require me to-
“No,” Dean barked, his voice making me jerk as surely as if he’d tied a leash to my neck and jerked it. “Stay on your damn knees. Took you long enough to work out how to get there, I’m not risking having to wait that long for you to figure it out again. You have twenty five seconds left.”
My fingers went to the buttons of my blouse. Why had I worn this, too? I knew the answer, but the fact that I’d thought Dean would wine me and dine me and possibly take his time getting to anything even close to this wasn’t something I wanted to dwell on. Not right then. Not with twenty seconds left and my blouse only now falling away from my body.
Bra next. I didn’t particularly want my breasts bouncing around in full view for any longer than they had to, but I could pop that off with ease and leave the shimmying I’d have to do it get out of the skirt and panties to last.
“You’re a very busty girl, Jess. Do you get many compliments about that?”
I grunted, partly in exasperation and partly at the effort of trying to unzip my skirt and drag it down past my hips while still kneeling on the floorboards at the entrance to their home.
“Sometimes,” I said. I supposed it was true. If I wore something low cut, I certainly caught my fair share of guys trying to catch a look at my breasts, at least.
“You are beautiful,” he said. “It is entirely poss
ible you haven’t been told that often enough in your life. If you knew it, you would be even more attractive. You’d hold yourself with the grace and confidence befitting a woman with a body that is, quite frankly, built to fuck. And five seconds.”
I panicked. How was anyone supposed to take a skirt off while they were still kneeling, anyway? I kicked off my shoes at least, and dragged my panties and my skirt down my legs and let them lay in a mess of fabric around my knees.
Dean nodded, then pulled a knife from the back pocket of his jeans and unfolded the blade. “Hold still,” he said, stepping forward to saw at the clothing I hadn’t been able to remove. The smell of him this close filled me, and my vision was dominated by his thick black length swinging back and forth as his body moved with the effort of slicing the clothes and tossing them aside.
It was growing, too, getting harder by the moment. I found myself unable to guess at how long it would be when Dean was fully erect. And how thick! Mom hadn’t been at all clear about what would happen tonight, but I didn’t think there was a hope in hell of that thing entering me without a great deal of effort.
“You like what you see?” he said, snapping me out of the dream space my brain had entered and making me jump.
I didn’t say anything, but the fact that he’d caught me staring was probably answer enough.
“Those glorious breasts are making me hard, Jess. Honestly, I’m impressed. If I were less of a professional, I’d put my dick between them and fuck your tits until I sprayed all over your face.” He may have meant it, but there was a cunningness in his look, a calculation that made me think there was something else going on as well.
I was kneeling on the floor still, newly naked, my thighs starting to tremble.
“Stand up,” he said. “Come with me.”
He helped me to my feet before leading me deeper into the house. We passed their living room, the kitchen and the den, all finely appointed. Dean had never told me what he’d done to afford all of this, but I guess I was about to find out...
Finally we came to a closed door I’d always assumed led to a closet, which he opened and allowed me to enter first. In the center of the room, a harness dangled from the ceiling. The leather straps and metal buckles shone with wicked purpose, and their complicated assembly intimidated me to such an extent that I took a step away from them and bumped into him.
His dick was still out of his jeans, and my hand brushed its stiffness. It jumped at my touch, velvet skin lined in throbbing veins and wrapped around a rod as hard iron.
“This is the web,” he said. “It is a fantastic tool.” He went to it, then loosened a few straps and adjusted several buckles. When he was happy with the arrangement, Dean flashed me that devil-may-care grin again and said, “Let’s get you into this, shall we? Try it on for size, so to speak.”
“But…”
He came back and led me forward by the wrist. “It’s okay, Jess. I promise I’ll take care of you. I’m your step-father, remember? Here, come over with me and I’ll explain how it works. When I’m done, you can decide if it’s something you want to try or not. That seems fair, doesn’t it?”
I’d come this far, what was a few more steps? I let him guide me over to it.
Dean, his hand still around my wrist, reached out with my hand and made my fingers tap one of the thicker straps. “This wraps around your body, just below your breasts. It, and this one and these,” he said, making my hand brush more leather, “Support your weight. It’s like a swing, you see?”
I nodded.
Before I could react, he clicked a buckled strap around the wrist he held and, somehow, locked it tight. Dean was good, too, because when I made the instinctive move to try and free myself with my other hand, he was ready. Another strap snicked shut around my other wrist, trapping me.
“No,” I said.
Dean ignored me. The straps were attached to the ceiling by a set of chains, and he went to the far wall where they hung from a pulley assembly and tugged on two of them. My wrists were pulled in opposite directions.
He circled me. I couldn’t turn my body to follow him, which let him come up behind me. He nudged my knees apart, and when I didn’t spread my legs he forced one of his knees between them and wound a strap around my inner thighs, first one and then the other. Once that task was complete, he snapped and buckled the thick one into place, around my torso and below my breasts.
A cold loop of chain, devoid of the protective leather strap, was wrapped around my neck. It made me shiver, and the links that made it up clinked until he’d made it tighter against the soft flesh of my throat.
Dean affixed more straps to various parts of me, but I was too panicked to follow all of his actions, adrenaline rushing through my body too quickly for me to take stock of everything. All that matters is that, after a couple of minutes, Dean went back to the chains hanging from the wall and, like a puppet master, used them to tug my feet off of the ground.
“Please,” I managed to say.
“Please what?” asked Dean. “Most of the things you want to ask for are going to happen to you very soon, Jess, and the ones you want will either stop when you use your word or they won’t. I’m sure you’ve let that little thought bounce around your pretty little head, right? What if you say cherry and I go right on fucking you? What then? What are you going to do, all trussed up like a prize pig gone to slaughter at the county fair with your black Daddy slamming you from behind?”
He dragged a chain and my body tipped forward, my legs coming up and my head coming down. It was like I was laying on the floor, except the floor was four feet below me. Dean nodded to himself, lowered my body a little, and then pulled on a chain that tugged my legs open.
I gasped. My thighs struggled to close, straining at the leather straps. Nothing. The buckles weren’t budging and the straps weren’t stretching. My entrance was, surprisingly, wet, and the cool air of the room on my dampness made me shudder.
Dean opened a little cabinet and spent some time scanning the object within. I saw a number of things I recognized and more than a few that I didn’t. He had a wicked treasure chest of sexual tools in there, ball gags and odd bits attached to little pumps, nipple clamps attach to each other via chains, whips and even what appeared to be a Taser.
In the end, I didn’t know if I should be afraid more afraid of the bottle of lubrication and the dark, ridged butt plug he removed or the various toys and implements I’d glimpsed that he hadn’t selected.
Dean stepped out of his jeans and pulled his shirt off over his head. His black dick was huge, now, thicker than I thought I could take into whatever hole he thought he was going to attempt. He stroked it a few times almost absently, and then walked up beside me.
“Jess?” His voice was as smooth as the flat of a blade.
“Yes?”
“You know I’m going to fuck you, yes?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to make your first time your best time. Every other dick that spreads this tight pussy is going to pale in comparison to mine. You know that, right?”
My mouth was watering, for some reason, and I swallowed hard and nodded silently.
He reached out and grabbed my breast hard. I leapt, muscles fighting at the straps, my hard nipples betraying my desire. Just that one rough action had seemed to reach into me and tug at the nerve endings in my entrance and around my clit.
My step-father let go, and then gently, ever so gently massaged the flesh he’d just so fiercely handled. “I don’t know what you’ve called things, in the past,” he said. “And to be honest, I don’t care. These are breasts,” he said, reaching under me a little and stroking the other soft globe with as much tenderness as he’d just shown the first. “Or tits.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
Dean caught my shoulder and spun me toward him. I saw immediately why he’d paid so much attention to how high off the ground my body was suspended. His dick was perfectly at the level of my mouth, which, since my body wa
s horizontal, meant that my entrance would be at the same elevation. “And this is my cock,” he said. “We aren’t doctors, Jess. None of your lovers wants you to call it a ‘penis’, I assure you. A dick is fine but, as you’ll soon see for yourself, a cock is better. Now, what is this?”
I swallowed hard. ‘Your co-“ As soon as my mouth made the round shape necessary to say the word, Dean grabbed the chain around my neck and used it to swing me forward, stepping forward and pushing his thick black cock down my throat.
I gagged. My eyes watered. I tried to relax, but Dean wasn’t trying to hurt me. Once he’d plunged it in, he let go of the chain, allowing gravity to swing me away. I caught my breath, and when, like a pendulum, I returned, he plunged most of his length into my mouth once again.
“Nice,” he said, letting me go and stepping aside when I swung back to him, this time.
I’d been ready for it, this time, and when my shallow arc took my past him, I growled in frustration. The noise turned to something far more guttural as the backswing bumped my virgin entrance up against his cock. He’d gone behind me, and now I felt him grab my hips with a strength I knew I couldn’t resist, even if I’d wanted to.
“And this,” he said, stepping into me and dragging my suspended body back onto him at the same time. He must have squirted some of that lube on himself, because he went into me wet and hot, not at all the dry, painful way I’d imagined sex with a man would be. “This is your pussy. You’ve got an advantage, Jess. All those skinny bitches who starved themselves all through high school, the ones who want big cocks now, they can’t take cock like I’ll teach you to.”
By way of demonstration, he took another half-step forward. My pussy resisted at first as the blunt tip of his black cock pressed painfully against my hymen, but that just made my body rise higher in the arc, which meant that all he had to do was stand there and let his cock slowly pop my cherry and stretch my pussy out as my own weight forced him into me.
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