TABOO TALES(erotica)

After Daddy left, Emily showered and slipped into a pink halter top, short white skirt and white leather wedges before deciding to visit the casino to pass the time. At eighteen, she was too young to legally drink or gamble but a fake ID made both possible.

Vegas was like no place Emily had ever been and she loved the whole brassy over-the-top carnival feel of it. She would have been almost as happy just standing around people watching but luckily Daddy had more planned for her than just seeing shows and playing slots. Well, there was one slot Daddy had already played a lot since they’d arrived… her own, giggling as she recalled how often he’d fucked her in the few days they’d been here.

She’d decided to try her hand at blackjack, spending almost an hour at the table before being forced to call it quits when she spent her last chip.

“Not having much luck today, huh? Here, maybe this will help.”

Emily looked up, surprised when an older man who’d been watching handed her a stack of chips. She wasn’t sure if she should accept or not.

He seemed to understand her hesitancy. “Go on, no strings attached. I’ll just lose them anyway if my luck holds the way it has been; maybe you’ll do better,” he said, smiling in a kindly way.

“Thanks, mister, that’s really nice of you!” She took the small stack from his hand, noting how thick and stubby his fingers were. She wondered if his cock was the same. “If I win anything, I’ll split it with you.”

He grinned. “Deal, pretty girl.”

Emily blushed at his compliment because she wasn’t used to getting attention from older men-and this one was quite a bit older, in his late fifties, she guessed. He had dark eyes and steel grey hair and was a big man, as tall as her father but with a heavy physique that proclaimed his love of food… yet he was beefy and solid rather than fat. His eyes were kindly as they rested on her but there was something in their depths that said his interest wasn’t entirely innocent.

Unfortunately, Emily had no more luck playing with his money than she had her own. “Sorry,” she apologized, “I was hoping to end up with enough to buy us each a drink.”

George Banfield tilted his head at her words. “You’re thirsty, huh?” as an image of her sucking cum from his cock suddenly blasted in his head, making his cock stiffen in his slacks. “Well, that’s easily rectified. C’mon, my treat,” he said, setting off in the direction of a restaurant.

“But that’s not fair,” she protested, trotting after him, “I lost your money so you shouldn’t have to buy me a drink.”

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, “I’m getting something out of it. When guys see a youngster like you on my arm they’ll think I’m the luckiest stud in town. You’ll give a real boost to my reputation.”

Emily giggled as he reached for her hand, allowing him to twine his fingers with her own. She knew Daddy wouldn’t be happy she went off with a strange man but it was exciting. Besides, what could happen in a public restaurant?

George ushered her into one of the eateries on the premises and asked the hostess for his usual booth, one tucked into a corner that guaranteed almost complete privacy. He was surprised this little honey had come with him so readily and hoped she’d be as easy to convince to do other things as well.

He’d noticed her the instant she’d walked across the casino floor because of the bright pink stretchy halter-top she wore kept on by only a string tie at the neck and the back. His fingers itched to untie them. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra from the way her breasts bounced as she walked and the way her nipples poked at the thin material in an obvious invitation to be noticed. She was a tiny thing too and he loved petite girls. Even with the four-inch high heels she was wearing, she was still several inches shy of his shoulders. This little girl was a genuine spinner and he was hoping to have a chance to spin her on his cock today.

Once in their half-round booth, he ordered appetizers and drinks: whiskey for him and some crappy girl drink for her that came with a paper umbrella but she looked cute drinking it and the way she sucked on the straw in it made him hopeful of getting his cock treated the same way.

“Give us some privacy for awhile, will ya?” George told the waitress. The woman looked bored, as though seeing an older man with a girl young enough to be his grand-daughter was something she saw hundreds of times a day. With a shrug, she walked off.

With the waitress gone, George let his eyes rest on Emily’s firm tits, the thin fabric top clearly showing the shadowy outline of her nipples beneath. “Guess you don’t like wearing bras, huh?”

Emily giggled. “Sometimes I do, if they’re pretty and lacy or… sheer.” She knew she was teasing the older man but it was fun.

“Mmm, what a lil hottie you are.” He gave her a speculative gaze. “You looking for a sugar daddy to play with, sweetie? I can treat you really well. I like taking care of pretty girls like you.” While it was possible she was a prostitute-there were tons of them on the prowl in Vegas-he didn’t think so; there was an untouched quality about her that said she was fairly new to sex.

Emily stared into his dark eyes and saw the lust there. Her pussy instantly gushed at the thought of fucking this older man and knew, if not for being in a relationship with her own father, she’d have fucked this man in a heartbeat. She shook her head reluctantly. “I already have a daddy.”

George felt a rush of disappointment but wasn’t ready to give up. There was something about this girl that really excited him. He scooted closer, placing his arm along the seat back behind her. “Does your daddy ever let you play with others?” His fingers gently strummed the strings of the halter tie at her neck as he waited for her answer.

There was an uncertain look on her face. “Not yet. Our sexual relationship is still sort of new so I’m not sure what he might allow in the future.”

George reached into his jacket pocket for his money clip, peeling off two crisp $100 bills. He laid them on the table in front of her. “Does this change your mind about having fun with me, little girl?”

Emily’s eyes widened at the money. God, she could buy some seriously nice shoes with that! She was tempted but shook her head. “I can’t be disloyal to Daddy.”

Her father had been right about one thing. She could call him Daddy all she wanted in Vegas and no one would ever suspect they were biologically related-not with all of the sugar daddies and sugar babies here looking to hook-up. People just assumed she was Daddy’s escort and it was exciting to know she could kiss him in public with no one suspecting the truth of their relationship.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

The man gave a sigh as he put the bills back in his pocket. “Pity… a loyal girl is hard to find. Your daddy is a lucky man. By the way, since you aren’t going to call me ‘Daddy’, you can call me George.”

Emily laughed because it was funny that she’d taken chips from a man and had accepted his drink invitation without even knowing his name. “Nice to meet you, George, I’m Emily.”

“Well, Emily, I don’t suppose you’d take pity on an old, horny man and let me have just one little feel-as a thank you for your drink and the betting chips?”

“A feel?” Emily wasn’t sure about that but it’s not like it was sex and he had been generous.

He nodded, an easy smile on his face. “Just a little one.”

Emily looked around. With all of the large potted plants and a tall pillar surrounding their booth, it wasn’t like anyone could see them. She found the thought oddly exciting. “Okay, but nothing major.”

George didn’t wait for her to change her mind, sliding his arm around her shoulder to pull her close. Leaning over, he used one hand to gently squeeze her breast while the other quickly untied the strings of her halter at the neck, letting the material fall down to expose both tits.

Emily gasped, not having expected him to disrobe her. “No, wait…” she protested but before she could say more, his lips latched onto hers in a deep kiss.

He was a good kisser, his tongue delving between her lips to taste her sweetness. Giving a shiver, Emily let her own tongue play with his, feeling herself getting wetter. There was something erotic about sitting topless in a public place, a strange man’s hands on her tits and his tongue in her mouth.

Before she knew what he intended, George’s hand left her breast and wormed its way beneath her short skirt.

She pulled back, trying to push his hand away. “No, not there!”

“Naughty girl,” he whispered in her ear, “you’re not wearing any panties.” He resisted her effort to push his hand away as his thumb began to rub her clit. “Sure you want me to stop?” As his thumb repeatedly grazed the slippery nub, he slipped his middle finger into her tiny hole and started to pump. “I think you must like this, slut, because you’re getting wet.”

Emily gave a soft gasp as his finger slid deep. It felt good but this wasn’t right. As she opened her mouth to protest, his lips captured hers again and he plundered deeply, his tongue playing with hers.

Emily’s small body shivered because it was exciting to be used like she was a whore for hire. She should tell him to stop but it was already too late. Her body was betraying her by consorting with the enemy, her hips jerking in time with the movements of his finger as she fucked it back.

“Oh yea, show me what a whore you really are,” he whispered, low enough that no one seated close could hear. “Unzip my pants and take my cock out. Do it, slut!” the last spoken sharply when Emily hesitated.