Step-By-Step: Forbidden Taboo Box Set (16 page)

“I love eating pussy.” She wiped her face on the bedspread.

“You sure do,” murmured Stephen.

“I like other things as well.”

His brows shot up. “Is that so?”

She smiled mischievously. “Yes, I do.”

“Like what?”

Grabbing his cock, she massaged the swollen head until drops of clear fluid escaped. “I like anal sex.”

She’d shocked Stephen, because his mouth hung open. “You don’t say.”

Klara slid off the bed. I’ll get the oil, and we can have fun. She disappeared into the bathroom.

Stephen kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. “Are you alright, Emma?”

“Yeah. Great.” He was a wonderful kisser, with just the right amount of tongue and not too much saliva. “I’ve never done that with a girl before.”

“This night is blowing my mind.”

“It’s fun, isn’t it?”

Before he could respond, Klara was back with a purple bottle in her hands. “I love this. I had a boyfriend who showed me how.” She crawled towards us. “I’ll put this on your cock.” Tipping the bottle upside down, she squirted out a liberal amount of clear, almond smelling fluid. She began to massage my stepfather’s huge tool, eliciting several appreciative moans from him.

While she tugged on his cock, I kissed him, enjoying the texture and taste of him. He kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear, making me tingle all the way down my spine.

“Now you put it on me.” She got on her hands and knees. “Make me ready, Stephen.”

He eyed her ass appreciatively. Her soft, rounded bottom was white and firm, with bikini lines where her tan began. Her anus was tiny, with puckered bands of pink skin in a tight looking circle.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I want you in there. Please, fuck my ass.”

“If that’s what you want.” He poured oil onto his hand and wiped it on her hole.

“Ooh…yes.”

I watched with interest, wondering if women really enjoyed this. Klara seemed to. Stephen’s cock appeared before my mouth.

“Give it a good luck lick.”

I laughed, “I don’t think you’ll need it, but okay.”

“Thanks, honey.”

I wrapped my lips around his oily cock, enjoying the almond smell on him. It teased my nose and made me want to eat him up like a yummy dessert. He was so slick and hard, throbbing in my mouth.

“Baby, that’s so good.” He pulled himself free. “I’m gonna need more oil now.”

It was all over my lips. “I bet.”

He grinned at me, and my tummy fluttered. I had the worst crush on him, but it was more than that. I should feel guilty for being so enamored of my own stepfather, but I refused to feel bad. It was almost as if he had married me too when he married my mother. I’d been the maid of honor at the wedding. He had been so handsome in his tux. I remember flirting with him while dancing that night, and he had responded in kind. That had been the beginning of feeling connected to him, of wanting him. Now I shared him with a stranger, and I wasn’t jealous in the least. Knowing that this pleased him, allowed me to enjoy it freely as well.

“Here goes. Operation anal exam coming up.”

“Oh, yes. Be a dirty cowboy. Fuck my ass.”

He slapped her bottom. “You’re a nasty German girl, aren’t you?”

She glanced at him with a saucy grin. “Yes. Now give me what I want, cowboy.”

I touched her warm buttocks. She glistened with oil, and it pooled around her anus. My stepfather prodded her with the tip of his finger, pushing in to the knuckle. Then he began to draw it in and out, over and over.

“Yes,” she hissed through her teeth. “That’s what I like.”

He massaged her cheeks, gripping and kneading. “Ready, Klara?”

“Do it. I want it in there.”

Grasping his cock, he brought the engorged head to her opening and rubbed himself back and forth. There was plenty of lubrication, and the excess dripped down her inner thighs. A pleasing almond smell teased my nose. I watched attentively as Stephen’s cock began to embed, one inch at a time, marveling at how something so large could fit in a space so tiny.

“Oh, man. This feels nice.”

His cock was now buried deep, and Klara moaned. She didn’t seem to mind the intrusion at all. In fact, she welcomed it, arching her back, offering more of herself to my stepdad.

“Fuck me, cowboy!”

Stephen’s butt clenched with each thrust, as he drove deeply into the sensitive band of muscles. His hands gripped her hips while he hammered her forcefully, sweat forming on his forehead. I touched her back and then slid my hand to her stomach, where I skimmed her flesh until I reached the engorged nub of her clitoris. I used a finger to rub against it.

“Oh! Yes! Oh!” Her hair was in her face and all over the bedspread. “I love it!”

My stepfather and I worked Klara over in tandem. I played with her clit, while he fucked her ass. The little nub was moist with oil and slick to the touch. She gasped for breath with each of his thrusts. My eyes were glued to where his cock entered her, marveling at how tight it looked. He thrust all the way to his balls and groaned.

“God. It’s so good.”

“Yes! More, cowboy! More!”

Gripping her firm flesh, he drove himself in until his balls slapped against her ass. The smell of hot, dirty sex filled the air, mingled with the aroma of almond oil. She really seemed to like what he was doing to her. I could feel her squirming under my hand and trembling.

“Oh! I’m getting close! Oh! Fuck me, you dirty cowboy.”

“Shit.” Stephen looked like he was in pain. He drove into her forcefully, embedding fully, and then he withdrew until his rounded tip popped free. He pried open the bands of muscles around her hole and inserted two fingers. Her bottom had loosened up considerable. “What a little German slut.”

She seemed to enjoy this treatment, because she gasped and moaned, “Ooo…yes! More! Just a little more. I’m almost there.”

“As you wish.” He plunged into the orifice with one, fluid thrust and began to rut, his balls smacking her ass with a thwacking sound.

It was thrilling to witness, and I almost wished it were my bottom he was fucking. We would definitely have to try anal sex in the near future. I wanted to know what it felt like.

Stephen grunted then, thrusting hard. “Oh, fuck.”

“It’s…almost…here!” Klara groaned with her head down.

I felt her shudder and tremble beneath my hand as the orgasm struck her full force. My stepfather worked her ass hard then, driving in deep to the balls and withdrawing, only to plunge again.

“It’s so good. So tight.” His voice sounded strained. “Oooohhh…God…”

He sank in all the way and shuddered, filling her anal cavity with his salty spunk. His head was tilted back, and his mouth was open, while he gasped with pleasure. Mesmerized, I watched as his cock fell free, leaving behind a clotted mess of semen, which began to drip out of her ass. Stephen touched her rim, inserting a finger into the wet, squishy wetness. Klara groaned and let him work her over for a good minute.

“I love anal sex,” she purred. “Your stepfather is very nice. You’re a lucky girl.”

I smiled at Stephen, feeling a rush of warmth. “I am.”

We left Klara after showering, promising to meet again tomorrow. Hand in hand, Stephen and I strolled through the resort towards our room. Strange insects bleated noisily, hidden in the foliage, and the sound of the water nearby was romantic and calming.

“Tonight was wild,” I said.

“I wasn’t expecting that.”

I smiled at him. “You liked doing that to her.”

“I did.” His look was sheepish. “It’s nice.”

“Maybe you can do it to me sometime.”

His eyes softened. “I’d love that.”

I giggled, “I bet.”

His smile fell. “We gotta be careful. Your mom would be pissed if she found out.”

“I know. I won’t say anything. I swear.”

“Are you okay with this?”

I shrugged. “Sure.”

“It’s risky. I…feel a little guilty.”

“Me too.” I had to know the answer to a burning question. “When did you know you liked me? Was it on this vacation or before?”

He sighed. “Before.”

“Oh.”

“You’ve been flirting with me, Emma. It’s been subtle, but I’ve picked up on it.” He shot me a glance. “I’m not blaming you, cause I’m the adult and I should know better, but…I’m weak where you’re concerned. You’re hard to resist.”

“I like you weak. You’re more fun that way.”

He pulled me to him. “Let’s be careful, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love your mom. I love you. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt Beth.”

“Me either.”

His mouth was on my neck, kissing gently. “You’re the sweetest Christmas present I ever had.”

“Oh, my God! Is it Christmas?”

“In two days.”

My shoulders dropped with relief. “I have to get mom something.”

“We’ll go into town tomorrow.”

Renewed with energy, I skipped ahead. “I hope she’s feeling better. Let’s see if she wants ice cream.”

Stephen caught up. “I’d love some.”

I grinned into his appealing expression, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Me too.”

By Nadia Nightside

© Copyright 2013, Nadia Nightside, All Rights Reserved

“Hello? Is anybody home?”

I hear my stepbrother’s voice resounding through the hallways of the house. Immediately, I get up from my spot where I’ve been waiting patiently—watching the wall while sitting on my bed and softly fingering my pussy—since I woke up and finished getting dressed early this morning, eight hours ago.

It’s important to obey orders. I always do. Daddy made sure that I did.

“Hello, Chris!” I call down. “I’m coming down now!”

My voice is cheerful and alert. It’s so important to let a man know he’s important and wonderful by being happy and active when he’s nearby.

I’m so very excited Chris is finally home from college.

Chris has always had a little trouble fitting in with others. He’s a genius, or near that, with computers—he’s been programming since he was ten, and when he turned eighteen he got a full ride at a prestigious technological university for some program he made up for optimizing search engines or something like that.

I’m not too sure about the specifics—all that knowledge is really just for big strong smart men, anyway. Chris had been headhunted by a few corporations, but Daddy insisted that he go to college.

I stand up in my room, stretching just a bit, my youthful, perky big breasts stretching out against the tight white fabric of my dress. Little trails of pussy juice slide down my deliciously tanned legs, completely uncovered by my short dress.

I’m a gorgeous eighteen year-old hottie, so wearing tight hot dresses just comes completely naturally to me. My body is lusciously toned—I do yoga for four hours a day when I’m not being blissfully drilled by my big, strong MasterDaddy—and so my stomach is tight, my ass firm, and my arms lean and hot. My back ripples with tight, soft flesh, every part of me made for displaying. My hair is blonde and long, floating down toward my ass in straight golden strands, and my big blue eyes have a comfortable, hot emptiness to them.

Men like to know that women aren’t thinking much of anything, after all—if women were thinking, how would we know to obey, right away, whenever a big strong man gave us an order?

My Daddy, using his wonderful magic crystal, made me understand all of this. He hypnotized me thoroughly, brainwashing me over and over again, brainwashing my brainwashing, until my original personality—whatever
that
silly thing was—has now been completely wiped away.

That’s for the best, I know. If my original personality was so great, then why would Daddy want to destroy it? And if it was neat being who I used to be, then how come I’m so fucking turned on all the time at the thought of being nothing but a piece of property for a properly hot and strong man to own absolutely?

There’s nothing in the world hotter to me than being a eager, willing, hypnotized fuckslave…and right now, Daddy has ordered me to be the hot eager fuckslave to my nineteen year-old big brother.

Stepping down the stairs is a somewhat tricky proposition in my super cool blue acrylic six-inch platform heels. Their bright sky blue matches the sexy bright blue knee-socks I decided to wear today.

Well, decided is sort of a loose term. My Daddy gave me some parameters—
You are his perfect homecoming gift. Look sexy for him. Do everything he says. Make him command you
—and within those parameters I have some free reign.

Too much free reign, really. I would rather have my will obliterated completely. It’s such a pesky thing, floating around, interfering with all my decisions and pleasures. Real pleasure, real existence for a hot babe like me, is obedience to a strong, studly male. Daddy made me understand that.