“What do you want Jenna, your freedom, or my cock?”

I groaned, knowing I should opt for my freedom but my entire being was aching with lust.  I wanted him to fuck me, hard and fast.  It was all so naughty, so taboo, and I wanted him more than anything else in the world right then.

“Your cock,” I whispered.  “Please, please give me your cock.”

Dominic wound his fingers in my hair and pulled hard, arching my back as his hips sank into mine.  I couldn’t control the moaning that came rumbling up within me, but Dominic had somehow managed to turn on his stereo right as the sound left my lips.

My wetness pulsed around him as he thrust into me to the sound of the bass.  His body was so strong, and each penetration seemed to force the air right out from my lung.

Dominic gripped the bindings at my wrists as he rode me hard from behind.

“You like that don’t you?  When I’m rough with you?”

My face was pressed into his bed now, but I nodded in agreement as I felt my body throb around him.

“Pull your ass-cheeks apart,” he growled releasing the binds on my wrists.

I did exactly as he said, feeling filthy and sexy at the same time as I spread my cheeks and held them apart for him.  I could hear his breaths growing ragged now and I too was coming closer.

Dominic pressed my knees tightly together between his, and the friction between us was intensified suddenly.  I moaned hard and loud into his bed as he picked up rhythm.  I knew he was close, and so I let go, closing my eyes and letting my senses guide me higher and higher with each buck of his hips.  Finally, my entire body clenched hard, and Dominic held his thrust deep within me letting out a groan.

It was like my entire being was shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, my body flexed and shivered and pleasure seemed to travel through every last inch of my body.  Utter release and warmth filled me with a sense of exhaustion.  Dominic fell beside me on the bed and lay on his back, naked and spent.

“That was even better than I imagined,” he grinned.  “And let me tell you, I’ve imagined it…a lot.”

“Yeah, I said breathing hard.  You want to do it again?”

Daddy’s Naughty Little Girl

(Taboo Step Daughter Fantasy)

I glanced at the clock as I slipped a hand down my short skirt and touched my delicate flesh.  I just got home, and according to my mother's note she and my step father would be home any minute.  But I couldn’t help it.  Just thinking of my billionaire step father, Jonathan, made me want to finger myself.  My mother started dating him four years ago when I was sixteen.  It had been a whirlwind relationship, and only eight months later they were married and we moved into his sprawling mansion on South Beach.  Fast-forward four years and we have been one big happy family ever since.  Except for the fact that I had a wicked crush on Jonathan.

I glanced at the clock again.  I had to get a move on.

I generally don't keep track of when my parents come and go.  But today was different.  Today they had left their bedroom door unlocked and slightly ajar (I just happened to notice it when I walked to my room).  This never happens.  Moreover, shortly after their marriage, they told me in-no-uncertain-terms that I was never, ever to enter their 'private sanctuary.'  Of course, you can imagine the effect this had on me: there was nothing I wanted more than to snoop in their bedroom.  What did they have in there that was so off limits?  So forbidden?

I left the bathroom and walked down the hall towards their secret door.  “Just one minute,” I told myself sternly, taking a step forward into the massive room.

It was beautiful, with large French windows that opened to an expansive balcony overlooking South Beach.  The bed was encased in an ornate metal frame that closely mimicked delicate vines.  I touched the cold steel, admiring the beauty, and I gently ran my hand along the top of the red satin bedcovers, the kind you see in porn videos.  I wondered how often my mother made love to him, and how it felt.

There was a matching red satin robe that hung from an outstretched hand protruding from the bedframe.   I buried my face into it, taking in its scent.  I put it on, then slowly and deliberately climbed onto the bed, crawling seductively towards the mirrored wall behind the pillows while pretending to be an erotic sex vixen.

“You naughty little thing, Kirsten” I whispered to myself.  “You’ll be punished if Jonathan catches you.”  I pouted my voluptuous lips as I stared at my reflection.  I slowly slipped my panties off and raised my skirt and robe to expose myself, and then pointed my curvaceous ass towards the mirror to stare at my wet, velvety sheath.  "Mmm, yeah daddy," I fantasized, "You want to fuck me?  You want to spread me open and plunge your massive cock inside of me?"

If only he wasn't my step father.  Then I wouldn’t have to pretend.   I let out a soft moan, collapsed into the silky fabric and closed my eyes.  “If only,” I whispered longingly, curling a tendril of my long blond hair delicately between my fingers.

Just then I heard a door open and felt the faintest whooshing of air as it flowed through the house.  My heart jumped; Jonathan and my mother had returned.  I hopped off the bed, threw the robe back over the outstretched hand and quickly smoothed the bedspread back to the pristine state it had been in.

“Kirsten?” my mother called from below.  “Kirsten, honey, if you're home can you help me carry in the groceries?”  I quickly and quietly ran out of the room and bounded down the stairs.

“Hi mom.  Of course.  Sorry, I was just upstairs studying for a couple of exams."  I could feel my face burning, and if it weren't for my smooth, even tan, surely my guilt would have been revealed.

Jonathan followed her in a moment later, his eyes meeting mine for a brief second.  I tried to give him a polite smile, but I quickly looked away out of shame.  I had been fantasizing about him—every bit of him—and I irrationally imagined that if I looked too long, he would somehow discover what I had been daydreaming about.

Grateful for the diversion I continued out to the car, taking a minute to breathe.  When I composed myself again, I returned, carrying the heavy bags back inside and placing them onto the kitchen counter.

As I was putting the groceries away I suddenly panicked.  MY PANTIES!  Where had I left them?!  My hands were instantly numb as adrenaline pulsed into my veins and I nearly lost my grip on the jar.  I turned and rushed out the door.

“I think I might have forgotten something!”  I called back loudly over my shoulder to explain my haste.  I traced my steps with eyes flashing left and right.  'Where are they?' I frantically asked myself.  Not in the kitchen, the entryway, or on the pathway that led to the car.

I felt my stomach drop and a lump form in my throat as my heart continued to beat wildly.  I rushed up the stairs, and just as I came to the door of their bedroom Jonathan came out.  I nearly barreled into him, but I stopped just in time, my breath ragged and nervous.

His eyes burned into mine and the corners of his lips turned up ever so slightly.  “Something wrong,” he asked.

I shook my head.  “Just thought I might have left a light on,” I squeaked timidly.

“Oh.  I though you might have been looking for something.”  His eyes never left mine as the words screamed into my ears and echoed through my brain.

“Oh god.”  He knew. He must have found them.  My cheeks burned and I felt light-headed as my lungs struggled for a breath.  I couldn’t bear his stare, I couldn’t bear his knowing.  I turned on my heels and headed for the door; I knew I couldn’t come back.  It would be only a matter of seconds before he showed my mother, before they both knew, before they…