21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  Still, the crazy intense way that he looks at me when he walks into the living room sends a shiver of desire running up my spine, and I hope he doesn’t notice it.

  God, he’s so handsome, especially all dressed up in his sexy suit. He’s not like these horny boys at my college. He’s a real man.

  “Hi Lance,” I say, sitting up and placing my e-reader on the coffee table. “How was dinner.”

  He shrugs his jacket off his broad shoulders and drapes it over a chair, then he hooks a finger through the knot of his tie and wiggles it loose before opening the top button.

  “Long,” he says.

  Oh my goodness. He sounds like he’s a little bit upset. I guess that dinner went even more badly than I realized. But why on earth is he looking at me with that intense glare?

  “How was your evening?” he asks, a mysterious smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth.

  “Oh, everything was just fine,” I say a little too breezily, but I can feel my armpits warming with nervous body heat, as well as down between my legs.

  Lance just nods.

  Why is he acting so strangely? Does he know? But how on earth could he? No, it must just be my guilty conscience making me paranoid.

  “Tristan was a good little boy, just like always,” I stammer, struggling to hide the tremor in my voice. “I put him to bed two hours ago, just like you—”

  “I know.”

  My blood runs cold and I sit stock still on the couch wondering what he meant by that. But what really makes me panic is when he lowers his gaze and stares right at the pillow sitting in a big cushy armchair. The pillow that I used to make myself come.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  I knew it was a bad idea as soon as I finished, but I cleaned it up really good, and I even gave it a spritz of Febreze to get rid of any smell. How on earth could he know?

  I’m just being paranoid. Everything is fine.

  “Well,” I say as I stand up, feigning a yawn and stretching my arms over my head. “I guess I’ll be hitting the old dusty trail, Lance. I’m sure you’re tired and ready to—”

  “Sit down, Jodelle,” he says seriously, nodding toward the couch.

  “Lance, what—”

  “Sit down.” His voice is deep and rumbly. He doesn’t just sound upset. He sounds downright dangerous. But I do as he says. It’s almost like I don’t have any choice—my body just automatically obeys his commanding tone.

  “We need to have a talk, Jodelle. There’s something you need to see.”

  He sits next to me on the couch, and my pulse quickens as I feel the heat of his body so close to mine. Even though I’m totally freaked out right now, I can’t help melting just a little when I catch a whiff of his spicy cologne. It brings back the memory of the naughty things I did earlier with his shirt.

  But those naughty things are about to be brought back in an even more direct way.

  Lance takes out his phone which must be synced up to the TV because he’s using it to control the menu on the big screen. He brings up an app that I’ve never seen before. When he turns it on, it takes me a minute to understand what I’m looking at.

  There on the TV is an image of a man in a dress shirt and tie sitting on a couch next to a girl in a t-shirt and a pair of…

  Oh shit.

  It’s us. It’s me and Lance, right now. My eyes dart around the room trying to figure out where the camera is hidden based on the angle of the shot. Then it hits me.

  The pillow.

  “Let’s rewind a little bit, shall we?” Lance chuckles.

  “Lance, wait…”

  But it’s too late. He has already taken the recording back to earlier in the night. When I turn my eyes back to the screen, my stomach twists with nervousness, and I start to feel dizzy.

  It’s me, two hours earlier, having a little solo party in my pants. One hand is stuffed down the front of my jeans and the other is kneading my breast while my head is thrown back in whimpering bliss.

  “Please,” I stammer, “It’s not what it looks like.”

  “Oh really?” Lance scoffs. “Maybe you were just scratching an itch, right?”

  I nod sheepishly.

  “And what about this?” he says sternly. “I suppose this isn’t what it looks like either.”

  He has jumped ahead. Now I’m face down and ass up with three fingers buried in my dripping wet pussy. I’m rubbing my face into Lance’s wrinkled, worn dress shirt like a horny kitten.

  “Or this?” he says.

  He jumps ahead again. Now the screen is almost entirely filled with an extreme closeup of my pussy as I grind it into the pillow as I ride it cowgirl style. My face, tiny with perspective, is flushed with arousal.

  Then he turns up the volume.

  “Come inside me, Daddy,” I whine on the television. “I want you to fuck a baby into me.”

  I’ve never been so mortified in my life.

  My cheeks are absolutely scorching, and my eyes are brimming with tears. I hide my face in my hands.

  “Lance, I’m so sorry,” I mutter. “That was totally unprofessional of me. You must be so mad, and I understand if—”

  “Not mad…”

  Even in this totally awkward situation, his voice is so deep and smooth that it has a strange effect on me. I clench my thighs together against the sudden pulse I feel down there, and I curse my badly behaved nipples for becoming erect at a time like this.

  “Not mad,” Lance says again, his voice coming from behind me now. “Just disappointed.”

  My heart sinks. It’s such a Daddy thing to say, and it really does make me feel worse than if he were mad at me. He’s such a strong, steadfast man, and I really look up to him. I feel so bad that I have let him down.

  But suddenly I am surprised by the touch of his hands on my wrists. He pulls them away from my face. I realize that he is standing behind the couch, directly behind where I’m sitting.

  He tilts my face up, forcing me to look at myself on the TV. My face on the screen is distorted with bliss as I start to come, and another totally inappropriate pulse thumps between my thighs as I remember the amazing orgasm I had imagining Lance’s cock buried deep inside me and filling me with his hot fluid.

  “Do you know why I’m disappointed, Jodelle?”

  He thumbs a tear from my cheek as I shake my head “no.” His big, strong hands move to my shoulders, holding me gently but firmly. God, he feels so warm.

  I feel his presence drawing near to the right side of my head. He whispers directly into my ear, his breath shivering me as it ghosts across the shell of my earlobe.

  “You broke the number one babysitting rule: The babysitter’s not allowed to come…”

  He moves his head around to the left side, whispering now into my other ear.

  “…until Daddy gets home.”

  4. LANCE

  Jodelle gasps lightly as I squeeze and massage her tight shoulders. Or maybe it was my words that made her gasp. Probably a little bit of both.

  Either way, she’s gonna be making a lot more sounds before the night is through.

  “Lance, we can’t do this,” she says in a hushed voice, but she relaxes her head back onto the couch. “It’s so wrong.”

  “That’s what I like about it,” I whisper, my lips brushing her soft ear. “And I know you do too. Hell, I’ve got evidence.”

  I run my fingers down her arms as we both watch the TV, our heads side by side, cheek to cheek. Fuck her skin is so soft. I want to put my lips on every square inch of her.

  “That’s different,” she whimpers, still facing the screen where the video of her playing with herself is running on a loop. “That was just a fantasy.”

  “Tell me.” I nibble her lobes. “Tell me about your fantasy, princess.”

  I can’t help but smile as her skin erupts in goosebumps, and she rocks her head farther back against my shoulder, giving me access to nuzzle her tender throat.

  “Tell me…”

  Her chest is heavin
g. Her little fingers are clutching at the couch cushions like she’s trying to keep herself from blasting off. The outline of her erect nipples is clearly visible through her top.

  “In my fantasy, you touch me,” she whispers.

  On the TV screen, masturbating Jodelle clasps her breast, still inside her shirt, and worries the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

  “Where?” I breathe. “Where do I touch you? On your tits?”

  “Mm-hm,” she hums, biting her lip.

  She gasps on an inhale as my hands move to her chest, clutching her ample breasts—squeezing them and kneading her soft flesh through her shirt. I pinch her nipples, just like she did to herself in the video.

  “Like this?” I ask. “Or did you have your top off?”

  “Off,” she whines like the horny little brat she is.

  I hook my fingers under her shirt and pull it up over her head, mussing her hair in the process. She’s not wearing a bra, and her perfect round tits jiggle free.

  By now, I already have a pretty good half-chub going, but seeing those immaculate young breasts takes my dick to full hardness in a matter of nanoseconds. My cock stiffens and rises so quickly, it hits the back of the couch with a painful thump.

  “Lance!” Jodelle moans as I grab hold of her nice perky tits again, this time skin on skin. I roll her stiff nipples between my fingers, loving the way she squirms on the couch.

  Now her legs are spreading apart. I lick my lips.

  “Where else do I touch you, angel?”

  “You know where,” she hisses, still writhing under my touch.

  “Say it.”

  She groans and sighs as I continue massaging those luscious breasts of hers. Her stiff, pink peaks are so hard they feel ready to pop.

  “Down there,” she whines.

  “Say it,” I insist. “Tell me where.”

  “My pussy,” she begs, arms raised, fingers running through my hair.

  My own hands make their way downer body. One unfastens her jeans as the other slides inside, fingers working their way under the elastic of her soft, cotton panties.

  “Oh fuck, Lance,” she wheezes as my fingers find her sex.

  “Right here?” I ask matter-of-factly. “Is this where I touch you.”

  “Yes,” she whines, tilting her head to kiss my neck. “Oh fuck yes.”

  When I feel her wetness, my cock dribbles a few drops of precum inside my pants. I dip my fingers between her moist folds, rubbing up and down her slit to gather her slippery juices and rub them all over the ripe little berry of her clit.

  Meanwhile, my other hand clutches her soft, strawberry blond locks, pulling her head back so I can claim her sweet little mouth in a searing kiss. My finger slips between her petals again, teasing her opening. She gasps against my mouth. My tongue and finger enter her in unison.

  Fuck the taste of her is driving me insane. Her smell. The way the wet softness inside her mouth matches the feeling insider her pussy.

  “Lance,” she gasps wildly as we break our kiss, “what are you doing to me?”

  “I’m gonna make you come until you fucking pass out,” I say with a laugh, and then I issue a command: “Take off your pants, naughty girl.”

  Her eagerness to obey me makes my nuts ache with desire to unload inside of her. Within seconds, she has wriggled her sexy hips free and pushed her shorts and panties down her smooth thighs and off her delicate ankles.

  “Is that better, Lance?” she whispers.

  “Perfect,” I answer. “Perfect for me to taste you.”

  She cries out sweetly as I manhandle her little body, flipping her around so that she’s upside down, her head hanging off the seat of the couch and her legs sticking straight up in the air.

  Now I’m looking straight down into that perfect little pink pussy all wet with desire.

  I lean all the way over the back of the couch and bury my face between her thighs, lapping her sweet nectar and sucking hard at the tight, pink nub of her erect clit. She moans and writhes as I feast on her until I finally have to come up for air.

  “Fuck, sweetness, you taste so damn good it’s unreal,”

  Then I dive back in for seconds.

  5. JODELLE

  “Lance, you make me feel so good,” I breathe as he slips his finger inside me again.

  My legs squeeze tightly around his head, as he pleasures me both inside and out. His rough stubble scratches deliciously against my inner thighs. He sucks my tingling clit between his lips, nibbling it lightly and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Meanwhile, his finger is deep inside my channel, stroking my special place, and rapidly bringing me closer and closer toward a climax.

  I toss my head back and my vision fills with the flickering television screen. I’m looking at an upside-down image of myself coming as I masturbate. That gives me a naughty idea.

  Reaching back, my fingers scrabble over the surface of the coffee table until I find Lance’s phone. The hidden camera app is still open, and with a couple of taps, I have changed the mode.

  The television is no longer playing the recording of my solo session from earlier. Now it’s showing me and Lance in real time as he devours me.

  I glance down between my legs at the thick salt and pepper head of hair that is rocking back and forth there. Then I tilt back and watch the same scene on the TV screen, but this time viewed from a different angle.

  Fuck that’s hot.

  “Don’t stop, Lance,” I moan. “Please don’t stop.”

  The girl on the television mouths the words at the same time.

  Lance answers by groaning against my pussy, the rumbling vibrations of his voice going straight to my core. I squirm with pleasure as he slips a second finger inside, working my tender spot with a double rhythm. Meanwhile, his mouth doesn’t let up, sucking and flicking my clit until it’s almost unbearable.

  God this is so wrong. Lance is my employer and my daddy’s best friend. But why does it feel so good?

  My body starts to thrash as my orgasm explodes through me. Lance has to clamp one strong arm over my abdomen to keep me firmly planted on the couch as I lose myself in the throes of my shuddering climax. He doesn’t let up for what feels like a full minute. When it’s over, I’m nothing but a limp, panting mess.

  “Fuck, you look so sexy when you come, dirty girl,” Lance says with a grin as he licks my nectar off his lips.

  I’ve barely had a chance to recover when Lance lifts me up like I’m weightless, and he sets me down on wobbly legs. I have to lean my butt against the back of the couch just to keep from falling over.

  “You have entirely too many clothes on, Lance,” I tease in a woozy voice, still drunk on the insane orgasm he just gave me.

  He must set some kind of record for rapid undressing. He rips off his shirt and tie, kicks off his dress shoes, and drops his slacks. In the blink of an eye, he’s down to just his underwear, and I see that my suspicions are confirmed.

  Lance has the chiseled, rock hard body of a Greek god. What’s more, judging by the jutting bulge in his underwear, it’s clear his cock is enormous. It totally puts that actor from the porno movie I watched earlier to shame.

  I don’t know how the heck I’m gonna fit this bad boy inside me, but I’m darn sure gonna try.

  Lance claims my mouth in another hot kiss. His fingers tangle through my hair and clench, grabbing a fistful to pull my head back and expose my vulnerable throat. He kisses and sucks my neck so hard that I know I’ll be covered in hickeys come tomorrow.

  “I need your big cock inside me so bad,” I whine like a bratty little girl.

  My hand pets his incredible length through his underwear. My fingers hook under the elastic, dragging it down his hips until his long, thick member springs free, smacking me right in the belly.

  “God, you’re so hard,” I moan as I stroke his shaft. “And so hot.”

  Lance just chuckles against my throat before manhandling me again. He spins me around like a dancer and ben
ds me over the back of the couch, preparing to enter me from behind. I’m nervous as hell, but I want his dick inside me so bad.

  But there’s just one last detail.

  “Wait,” I gasp, before he thrusts inside me.

  “What?” Lance growls, sounding almost feral with lust.

  I don’t just want to feel that big hard pole inside me. I want to watch it going in. Wiggling away from his grasp, I skip across the room and grab the camera pillow off of the armchair. Then I come back behind the couch again and drop it on the floor between our feet. Checking the TV, I kick it lightly to get the angle just right so that it’s aimed straight up at my pussy.

  “Oh shit,” Lance groans. “You really are a dirty girl.”

  The TV is now showing a bug’s-eye-view shot looking straight up between my spread legs. My dripping wet, hungry pussy is in the center of the frame. I bend over the back of the couch, offering myself to Lance, and as I watch the screen, his insane cock moves forward until his head is pressed right against my opening.

  But then he stops.

  “Fuck me,” I beg.

  “Fuck me, what?” Lance teases, nudging his blunt head against me.

  “Fuck me, please?”

  His hand smacks my ass cheek.

  “Wrong. Say what you said before.”

  Oh my goodness? I can’t say that. It’s so taboo. So pervy.

  “Say it,” Lance repeats, smacking my other cheek.

  “Fuck me…”

  I gasp as he spanks me twice more, his heavy palm jiggling my ass. The flesh of my tushy is heated and tingly where his hand made contact.

  “Say it…”

  “Fuck me, Daddy!” I blurt.

  My body jolts forward as Lance thrusts his hips, driving his cock deep inside me. I come instantly, my walls clenching around him as he plants himself balls deep in my slick channel, the bulb of his throbbing head buried all the way to my very epicenter.

  Unable to contain myself, I cry out in ecstasy, but Lance’s hand cups around my mouth, silencing me.

  “Shhh,” he hisses as he draws back and pummels me once more with his dick.