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Voices Carry – 2

(Taboo Forbidden Man of the House Erotica)

by July Cumming

The brat sneaks a peek of the man of the house while he showers. Catching him in the act, she finds out he is well-endowed. Now she wants him inside more than ever. Tom takes a trip to the mall with Samantha, her boyfriend, and her redheaded troublemaker best friend. Inside the XXX store and the public restroom, causes an interesting and extremely sticky and messy Sunday afternoon for all.

Samantha looked at the time again and realized she had better get moving. She promptly stood up from the table and headed towards her dad. When she got to the side of him, she noticed his hand on the outside of his pants holding his cock. A devilish feeling swept through her body. “I’m done eating, what about you Dad? Can I take your plate?” she asked, extending her arm over his shoulder for his dish.

Tom was quick, but not quick enough. Shit, I hope she didn’t see that. He pretended to act like nothing had gone on, and removed his hand from his hard-on. “Yes Cupcake. I’m done. It was delicious, thank you,” he said, jolting up out of his chair. He whipped the newspaper down, covering up the front of his groin, hoping it would stop his daughter from seeing his massive erection.

No problem Daddy. Anything for you.” Samantha grinned as she carried the plates to the kitchen sink.

Now that she had her back turned, Tom took the opportunity to leave the room before she could see his pitched tent. Last nights tent could have slept four, now it could fit eight. “I’m going to go jump in the shower. I won’t take long dear,” Tom said, heading up the stairs to his room.

Alright Daddy. I’ll be doing the same thing soon. Have to make myself look pretty for Blake.”

From the top of the stairwell, Tom responded, “you’re already beautiful. Don’t ever forget that.”

Samantha finished clearing off the table and cleaning up the mess from breakfast. I wonder what he was thinking about while he was stroking his cock under the table? Was he thinking of me? No way was he thinking of me. I was only trying to tease him a little. Fuck, that was a daring thing to do in front of me. I can’t believe how massive it looked. If Blake is that big, he’s going to split me in two. Would that be so bad?

Counting down the days to losing her virginity, Samantha was finding herself not only nervous but incredibly horny. Why on earth was her dad turning her on now? It was something she had never thought about, or would ever dream about, until last night. His moans were so intense, so stimulating, so fucking filthy. The guilt of enjoying seeing her father hard and his sounds from masturbating the night before, made her feel nauseous. As much as she felt disgusted by the forbidden attraction to the man who raised her, she had never felt the energy so high in her pussy.

Samantha headed up the stairs to start getting ready for the afternoon. When she walked into her bedroom, the first thing she spotted was her heart-shaped pillow. Her pussy began to uncontrollably clench from the memory of the amazing orgasm she had the night before. Without thinking, she left her room and headed for the room next to hers. Samantha held her ear to her father’s bedroom door, waiting for any signs of her dad walking around. The only sounds she heard, was the water running in his bathroom and of course the pounding coming from her chest.

Her hand trembled in fear as she grasped her palm around the doorknob. Samantha hesitated before turning the handle. She convinced herself that everything would be okay if she only opened the door just enough to peek inside. Anymore than a crack and she could risk getting herself caught. Samantha opened the door, and when she didn’t see Tom around she grinned. He must be in the shower. She made a bold move and carefully stepped inside her parents’ room.

Sure enough, she heard the shower running, but also noticed that her dad’s bathroom door had been left open. Samantha was curious to see anything she could get her eyes on. Maybe she would get a glimpse of his ass, or even his man parts. She didn’t care as long as she got to see something. Sammie slowly walked across the shag carpet towards the door of his bathroom. Just before she reached the frame, she crouched down and practically crawled herself around his dresser, enough to have a look. On all fours, on his bedroom floor, she peered into her daddy’s washroom.Daddy Erotica

The room was full of rising steam, but she could still make out her dad’s silhouette through the glass shower door. She was only hoping for a peek at his cock, what she saw instead was even better. Her dad had his hand wrapped around his erection and he was once again beating off. Samantha looked in awe as her father stood there unaware she was watching him vigorously pound his dick. Did I do that to him? Oh daddy, stroke it hard and cum for me. She felt tempted to whisper out to him but knew it would be so wrong. This was not the typical Sunday afternoon with her dad that she’d been accustomed to in the past.

Tom closed his eyes, thinking of the wet spot on his daughter’s shirt. When he saw her nipple standing out behind the white cotton, he wished he could have grabbed her breast and sucked on her begging tit. Knowing that Samantha was still a virgin, enticed him more. She was fresh, could be taught so many sexual things, and she had so many pleasures yet to discover. He would do anything to help her transition from being a girl, to becoming a woman. Tom pictured the moment when his daughter wrapped her sultry lips around the glistening breakfast meat. “Aah yes,” he moaned, stroking faster. He knew it wasn’t a realistic wish, but it sent a unique surge through him. It turned him on more than he had been in a long time.

Samantha loved hearing her dad groan as he whacked off in the shower. If she could help him out, just once, she would. Yesterday, she wouldn’t have dreamed of doing such an immoral thing, but something about his carnal grunts of gratification, thrilled her more than imaginable. She absorbed herself in his motions, in his sounds, in his forbidden passion. She didn’t realize he was thinking of his little girl the entire time he was masturbating.

Samantha leaned down, resting her left arm on the floor and spat on the fingertips of her right hand. She slid her hand down her shorts and into her panties. Finding her clit, she began rubbing circles around her swollen bud while watching her dear father gripping his thick shaft. When he slowed his pace, she slowed down with him. She finger fucked herself to the steady rhythm of her daddy.

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#LPRTG #EARTG #ANAL | @JulyCumming | Excerpt from Bending Over For Jeff (Disciplined and Humiliated, A Backdoor Punishment Story) by July Cumming

As you know from my reviews, I love July’s writing and adore her story “Bending Over For Jeff” so I was thrilled that she agreed to publish a little bit of it here.

Excerpt from

Bending Over for Jeff

(Disciplined and Humiliated, A Backdoor Punishment Story)

by July Cumming

Moonlighting as an erotic author, Ms. C will do just about anything to pay the bills. Hoping for a raise when the CEO calls her in a performance review, she finds herself on her knees and bending over. Performing under pressure has never been so hard.

My head was tripping from drinking so much wine. This meeting felt like one big hallucination.

“Is everything okay? You look a little pale. Maybe it’s time you took a break. Have a walk around the room and stretch out those legs.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt. My body’s feeling numb from sitting so long,” I replied, pushing myself out from the desk. I stood up, arched my back to get out the kinks and the room began to spin.

Now was a good time to switch to the water I still had in my purse. I reached down into my bag, and as I came up I had a massive head rush. I downed the rest of the lukewarm water, hoping it would help stop the spinning.

Jeff smirked. “Better now?”

“Somewhat. I need a few minutes to clear my head.”

Is this how you write? Mmmmphmphhphh. Yes or No?

“Sure. Do you want to give your customers a great experience?”

“Of course I do. That’s a pretty dumb question to ask. I want my readers to come from my dirty imagination.”

“I need you to prove it.”

“I’m writing a story for you aren’t I?”

“I’m going to have to see your credentials. You know, show, don’t tell,” he stated.

“I thought you said you’ve read my work? How else would I show you?”

“Why don’t you show me how talented you are with those sexy lips.”

“What did you say?” There’s no way in hell he had the nerve to say what I thought I heard. “Did you just tell me to blow you?”

“Yes, you heard correct.”

I gave Jeff a stern look and picked up my purse. “I let the other stuff slide, but I draw the line at that Mr. St. Bendovz. If you could please point me to the door, I’ll be happy to leave,” I huffed, crossing his path.

Jeff stood up, his stiff cock protruding from his robe. His hand reached out for me, “Please don’t go,” he begged, grabbing at my arm. His strong hand squeezed my wrist. “We aren’t finished here.”

“Oh, yes we are! Let go of me!” The slick coconut oil on his palm made it easy for me to wriggle myself out of his grip.

“I’m the one calling the shots here. We are just getting started darling,” Jeff exclaimed, pushing me towards the desk. “I’m sure you’re aware that I grew up in Florida.”

“Yeah, so. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, I’d like to put some South in your mouth.”

“Oh wow, that didn’t sound cliché at all,” I replied, tripping on the object behind me. My body fell back onto a large white cushioned footstool. Jeff took my mishap as his opportunity to trap me. Before I could blink he straddled his legs over mine, making it impossible for me to stand back up. I sat face to face with his dripping one-eyed snake.

“I thought you brought me here to write you a smutty story? We started this a long time ago, now I’m ending it.”

“Not so fast. You’re not being a team player.”

“Now wait a minute. I’ve been compliant with everything you’ve asked of me so far.”

“Not everything. Since you write about sucking and fucking, you must be an expert in both. I need to find out if it’s true.”

“Can’t you leave things to the imagination? I could write that I’m purple, love eating broccoli and have you believe that I just started college. Guess what? None of that is real.” I wasn’t going to let him know I was a pro at sucking cock. I loved it so much to the point that I craved it.

“But those things don’t get me hard. The way you write so vividly about squirting and deep throating, I can’t let you go until I find out for myself.”

“Sounds like you’re infatuated with me. I guess I’ll be here for a while then. I’m sure someone in this institution would hear me if I screamed.”

Jeff looked around the room, “There’s nobody here but us. You can scream all you want. You know, let out that anger you have with me. It might even add some spice to what you are about to do.”

My heart started thumping hard like a drum solo in an eighties hair band.

“I can’t do it.”

“You can and you will. I could dismiss you for not following orders. I’d have to hold your pay of course. Do you want that?”

“No. I worked hard for my sales.”

“Then I suggest you obey me and show me what you can do.”

The words he uttered triggered my hot button. My pussy clenched, begging for some action. “Not now, not with him. Control your hormones,” I thought to myself.

“Jeff, this is getting out of hand. Are you seriously trying to blackmail me into getting you off?”

“I wouldn’t call it blackmail. I’m offering you the opportunity to prove your worth. You’d like to get paid for this story you’re writing me right?”

“Yes, of course I do.”

“Then do as I say and get on your knees. You can call me Big Daddy from now on. Maybe you can earn yourself a big bonus.” He placed his hand on my shoulder, nudging me towards his prick.

Unfuckingbelievable. There was no way I was going to cave in to cruel demands.

I glanced up to him, shaking my head in disapproval. “I’m fine sitting here. Would you really do that?”

“What do you think?” He grabbed my hand and placed it around the base of his half limp cock. He held my hand down with his own and guided me to stroke him off. “That’s it. Make Big Daddy harder than I could ever imagine.”

With ease, my hand rode up and down his growing prick. His warm flesh pulsed in my palm as I jerked him into a full erection. “This is crazy! You won’t get away with this.”

“Shh… enough talking. I don’t want words coming from your mouth, I want to be cumming in your powerful storytelling mouth.”

Jeff placed his hand on the back of my head, pulling me down to his massive veiny prick. I pulled my head back to break free but couldn’t. I wasn’t ready for what he wanted me to do. Sure, I’d done some nasty shit in my life but this was a new low for me.

“Don’t make this difficult. Come on, be a good girl and suck my cock,” he ordered, drawing my face closer into him.

For an older guy, it looked enticing. Neatly trimmed, huge balls and a girth I’ve only dreamed about. My dainty hand looked very much out of proportion wrapped around his impressive cock. The tip oozed with a drop of his liquid crystal pre-cum, begging for me to lick it off.

I had no choice but to swallow my pride and hope to not choke on it.

I closed my eyes, licked my lips and took a deep breath before leaning forward with my tongue pointing out. I hesitated as my lips approached his heated flesh.

Should I start on his shaft or his head? What was my incentive to blow him? These were the kinds of questions that plagued me as a writer.

“Go on baby girl, get those creative juices flowing.”

It figures he’d use the words I loved to hear. How could I loathe someone so much and at the same time indulge in sucking him off? This guy is a repulsive asshat douche bag, coercing me to chug down his dick.

Feeling uneasy about the situation, I let go of his raging cock, pulling myself away from him. “This is ridiculous. I can’t do it,” I whispered, shaking my head. “This is so wrong.”

I looked up at Jeff and sensed he was growing impatient by the glare in his eyes.

“July, if you don’t put it in your mouth in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to have to take drastic measures.”

“By drastic measures, are you implying you’d force it into my mouth?” I asked for clarification. “You wouldn’t dare.” I couldn’t let him violate me. I clenched my teeth together in hopes it would stop him from entering my inviting mouth.

“I wouldn’t use the word force, it’s more like I’d help you get it inside.” Jeff smiled, nudging my face a little closer to his cock. Jeff removed his hand from the back of my head, “Like this,” he whispered, cupping his palm under my jaw.

Jeff firmly held my face in place while using his other hand to drag his cock-head across my mouth. “Come on sweetie, open up for Big Daddy.” His thick tip circled around my lips, painting them entirely in his salty gloss. He pressed forward, slipping his chubby head inside the seal of my mouth.

Normally, I like getting to know the prick first before giving head. I’d start by kissing the tip, then work my way down and lick back up the shaft before cramming it down my throat. It was obvious he didn’t want to wait.

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Excerpt of I Am Not a Whore, At Least Not Yet by Emme Hor | #EARTG #Erotica #LPRTG | Mirror – Original Published at mrblackthorne.com

Excerpt of I Am Not a Whore, At Least Not Yet by Emme Hor | #EARTG #Erotica #LPRTG

From the Confessions of a Whore Trilogy – This scene from Book 1 takes place somewhere in Anytown, USA


Neil was munching on a green tea ice cream out of the cup and I was eating an ice pop called Vanilla Quickie from a company called “Lil’ Sugar.”

Neil was staring at me, so I gave him a show. I held the red berry ice pop up to my mouth. My lips were parted, and my tongue was slightly out. Like Lenny, I looked like I was panting from the heat. He was panting cause of the sun, but me, no, it was different. I was hungry for a big, hard cock. In my mind, I was getting it. I was panting as I brought the big, dripping ice pop toward by open mouth. I licked from the very bottom of the shaft all the way to the top while staring into Neil’s eyes. As I repeated this full-length lick while holding the stick at the base I craned my head left and right. Then I put the tip in my mouth and sucked on it. It was so cold against my lips. My hot tongue melted the frozen cream. I pulled it out, “Yum!” I said.  The cream was sweet and tasty.

“You’re too much,” he answered.

“Am I?” I taunted him. I shoved the entire length of the thing into my mouth until the ice pop disappeared into the back of my throat. Only the stick was hanging out from my closed lips. I stared at Neil and he looked annoyed. I put on my sad puppy eyes and then pulled the length of it back out of my mouth. In a sweet baby voice I said, “Baby wishes she had something bigger and harder to suck on.”

“Baby!” Neil chided me. He looked down into his ice cream. “Come on, you’re not a whore!”

Vanilla Quickie

Something about this “Vanilla Quickie” ice cream changed me

I laughed. “Okay, you’re no fun, you know that?”

I ate “properly” the rest of the way, peering out at the boring, quaint town of South Pampton. We strolled home, slowly. Lenny was still panting. I looked down at him understandingly. I had been bitten. It was done. Between the hunk whose hands never touched me, the ice pop, and the nasty feeling in my gut, I had to do something.

I tried to let this feeling pass. It just wouldn’t go away. I would be at the supermarket in the aisle with the chocolate syrup and imagine the stock boy spraying it all over my chest. I would be reading a book in the bookstore and want to rip off my clothes and finger myself right there with the book resting on my pelvis.

While with Neil in the copy shop I wanted to be railed by the automaton making a photo copy of one of his geek achievements, something or other about being the Renegade Music Pirate of the Year or something I didn’t care about. All the machines pounded in their robotic, repetitive back and forth. It was too much for me. I wanted to be railed by an automaton. I wanted a fucking machine to do me over and over again until I was trembling. I was jealous of the sex life of a room full of copy machines. I mean, I was so aroused by all this copying that I would have let R2D2 finger me with his gyroscope thingy that plugs in and cracks imperial codes while C3PO diddled my ass with his gold-tipped toe.

That night I went for a bike ride. I rode to Lorna Morris’ house. Her boyfriend was in the back fixing a broken outdoor table umbrella. The shaft was stuck in through the hole of an outdoor table and jammed stuck in the base. I imagined the solid wood shaft of the umbrella going in and out of the hole in the table. Everything was sexy. I was wet. Not damp. Wet. Unbearably wet. Everything was sex.

Inside, I saw Lorna adding the last bits of clothes to the laundry basket.

I sat on the washing machine and spread my legs. I moved to the dryer, which was shaking like a lucky girl getting cunnilingus. I felt the shake and the warmth and inched that much closer to climax. When Lorna came in and saw me legs spread on her bucking machine she threw the basket to the ground. The dirty clothes spilled out everywhere. She got down and let her amazing tongue relieve the pussy-ache. She worked magic on my swollen clit. Tongue, lips, teeth, everything she did felt great. The machine buzzed and whirred to a shaky cataclysmic stop. It vibrated. Lorna licked. She fingered. She teased. My orgasm built and built and built some more.

I was on the verge of squirting across the room. Her boyfriend burst in, I guess he’d heard the buzz, and seeing him and his bulging muscles sent me over the edge. I grabbed the shelf above me so hard I dislodged it from the wall. As I came, I got showered in cascading fabric softener sheets. “So you finally seduced her, Lorn,” her boyfriend said. He walked back out, leaving the laundry room door wide open.

I rode back home feeling the bicycle seat under me. My sex was pushing against the seat like I was neatly in the right place. Orgasm had cleared my thoughts. I was calm. I knew what I had to do.

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