TABOO TALES(erotica)

The next day, Angie was like a different person. For the first time, she left her bed unmade and her clothes strewn around the bedroom that the girls shared. She was a no-show after school, when Janette and she had always met to go home. She didn’t answer when Janette texted her phone.

Dinner was usually around 6:30 pm, but Angie didn’t appear for that either, as had been scheduled. Nor did she respond to Matt’s texting and calling. First annoyed and then concerned, he and Janette were finishing dinner, after which he was planning to call Justine, when Angie sauntered in and sat down without a word of explanation or apology, pouring herself a hefty glass of wine and drinking greedily. She was wearing a slutty outfit: a skintight halter top and shorts. Her face was sullen and pouty, buried under way too much makeup. Her hair and makeup were disheveled. She looked like a low-class tramp.

Janette said exasperatedly, “What happened? Are you okay? Where have you been?”

Angie took her sweet time answering. “Nothing. I went to the mall.”

“Why didn’t you answer my texts and calls or Daddy’s?”

Angie shrugged nonchalantly. “Didn’t feel like it.”

“Do you want some dinner?” Matt asked. She ignored him.

“Who did you go to the mall with?” Janette asked.

“Those two guys you don’t like.”

“Oh my God! Mike and Frank?” Janette was upset. “Daddy, those two are sleazy lowlifes! Angie, how could you?” Angie ignored Janette’s question.

“Did you do anything with them?”

“None of your business,” Angie said, rudely and dismissively.

“That may be true, but it’s my business,” Matt said. “I know those boys and I don’t want either of you two around them. Did you go down on those jerks?”

“Gross!” Janette muttered, thinking about the two obnoxious boys.

Angie drank more wine, ignoring Matt’s question. “I asked you if you gave head to these guys?” he repeated.

“And what if I did?” she asked, staring insolently and directly challenging his authority. “What are you gonna do about it?” she sneered.

Matt watched, realizing full well that Angie was doing everything in her power to be punished. Well, she’d done a superb job and he’d be pleased to accommodate her. He watched her face closely when he said, “That’s enough. You’ve earned yourself a well-deserved punishment. Janette, take Angie into the living room and prepare her for discipline on the ottoman.” Angie tried to hide it, but he could see the sudden excitement in her eyes.

Pleased with her dad’s decision, Janette stood, roughly dragged Angie to her feet, pulled her friend’s arms behind her back, and marched her BFF into the living room. Matt cleared the dishes and prepared an after-dinner drink for himself. When he entered the living room five minutes later, Janette had stripped off Angie’s halter, shorts, bra and panties. The young senior was kneeling nude on the oversized, black leather ottoman, her wrists bound behind her, her knees opened by a spreader bar and tied to the feet of the ottoman, wearing a slave collar.

Janette had been busy. Laid out on the coffee table within her view were an anal dildo, a vibe, five clamps, chains, weights, several velcro strips of varying lengths and widths, a ball gag, a penis gag, a quirt, a tawse, a crop and two floggers.

Angie, clearly excited, looked gorgeous, even with her wild hair and heavy make-up. Her willful, obnoxious attitude was gone.

Matt spooled a black cord around the beam above her, attached the cord to a D-ring in the rear of her collar, and pulled till the bad girl’s head and torso were raised up and above the ottoman, her luscious tits hanging free. Matt looked at Janette. “Use the ball gag and then clamp her tits.” While his daughter fastened the gag and its straps, he cinched wide velcro straps around the base of the teen slut’s big breasts. Angie swooned. She wasn’t sharing his attention with Janette. Finally, she was the main deal. When Janette added nipple clamps and Matt worked the modestly sized and well lubed anal dildo into her exquisite anal ring, Angie gurgled into her mouth gag.

“Let’s warm her up. Start with the flogger on her ass and don’t hold back.” Eagerly, Janette lit into her friend’s beautiful ass as Matt applied the second flogger to Angie’s tits, avoiding her aureoles and nipples, and mons. Once the bound teen’s ass and tits were a livid red, her sleek skin glistening with perspiration, her arousal rising, Matt said, “Now switch to the quirt and work your way from her ass down.”

Janette was even more enthusiastic with permission to strike Angie’s slit. As she smacked the quirt into Angie’s ass cheeks, Matt whacked the girl’s reddened tits with the crop. Angie was almost hyperventilating with excitement. When Matt’s daughter reached Angie’s pussy lips, already opened by the spreader bar between her knees, he focused on the large aureola and prominent nipples. The moment Matt slapped her clit with the crop in his right hand while walloping her nipples with the taws in his left hand, Angie reached a shattering cum.

Father and daughter stopped. Matt stood behind the girl, dropped trou, and shoved his dick between the swollen labia. As soon his cock was embedded, Angie came again, her hot ass bucking underneath him, yelling obscenities that neither Matt nor Angie had ever heard her utter. While Matt pumped away at a steady pace, Janette alternately slapped and licked the teen’s tits as she fingered the girl’s clit. Angie had her third great cum, Matt deposited his load inside her, and the scene was finished.

Once Matt pulled out, he wiped his cock on Angie’s ass, held up her lolling head and asked, “Are you ever going to do that again? Not respond to our texts and calls and worry us? Dress like a whore in public? Give head to two teen creeps? Walk in late for dinner?”

When Angie took a long moment to respond, Matt understood that he’d asked the wrong series of questions. “You’re a hot sub and a fine fuck. But let me put it this way: if you pull any of this stuff again, you won’t be permitted to stay here for a month. You’ll be grounded at your mother’s apartment, and won’t be permitted to cum at all. Got it?”

Angie nodded. Her strategy had worked well at least this once. Matt detached the cord from her collar and she slumped forward, her abused tits crashing into the ottoman. As Matt and Janette saw his thick jizz dribbling out of her cunt lips, they could also see the dreamy smile on her sweat-drenched face.

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Two weeks later, Janette and Angie were sitting properly in the living room, waiting for Matt and Justine, a bottle of expensive champagne in a bucket on the coffee table. The week before, he’d told them that Justine and Angie would be moving in with them full-time. The girls were delighted for a variety of reasons. Matt explained that it would take a while to work out the kinks, but he was confident that the new arrangement would be great for them all. The girls asked a few questions and the session was over much earlier and easier than Matt had anticipated.

Now, Matt and Justine walked in, smiling. She was wearing a tall, black slave collar, the supple leather at least four inches high, with D-rings on all four sides. The four of them had a discussion that went well, so Matt opened the bottle, poured full glasses, and they toasted to the new plan. Justine was to move in that weekend. The delicious champagne quickly affected the girls and Justine; all three were flushed and high. The air was charged with desire.

Matt started the scene he’d planned. He told Justine to kneel on the large ottoman. She had no idea of the upcoming scenario. “Get up and take off your tops and skirts,” he said to the girls. Once they were standing in their demi bras and barely there boyshorts, he said, “Come over and kiss Justine as a token of welcoming her into the household.”

The girls rose from the sofa and stood above the MILF. Angie bent over and kissed her mother on the lips while Janette unbuttoned the sub’s sheer blouse and pulled it off her shoulders and down her arms. Without being aware of what she was doing, the horny teen grabbed the short hair at the rear of her mother’s head and pulled back, so Justine’s face was turned up even more, along with her throat and upper chest, in a more exposed and vulnerable posture.

Justine was in a dazed state, having never imagined that this official welcoming into the household would turn into a ritual of hurting (and pleasuring) her.

Angie thrust her tongue into Justine’s mouth, which the kneeling sub mother dutifully accepted. Janette lifted the slut mother’s tits off her shelf bra and, while kneading the breast flesh, licked the throbbing nipples.

Matt ordered his daughter to remove his girlfriend’s skirt. Justine wasn’t wearing panties, just thigh-highs. Janette spread the hot woman’s thighs very wide and turned to Matt for the next step. “Have you ever heard of nipple whipping?”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.