Little Brats - Quesa: Forbidden Taboo Erotica (3 page)
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Authors: Selena Kitt
As the last note of her song played out, their bodies still tingling with pleasure and just starting to come down, she fell to him, nuzzling her face into his neck, smelling the scent of his sweat.
“Quite a performance, babygirl.”
“Thank you Daddy,” she giggled. “One of a lifetime.”
“Marqesa Isabella Velasquez!”
Qesa froze. It was her mother. And she’d used her full name.
Although, to be honest, a girl didn’t need to hear her full name to know she was in trouble when you were caught with you stepfather’s cock in your ass,
They both turned to see the horrified look on her mother’s face. She glared at them only a moment more before she turned to leave, slamming the door behind her.
In one swift, fluid motion, he moved her up and off his shrinking cock, bringing her to standing. He only held on long enough for her to gain her balance before he went for his clothes, grabbing them and carrying them to the production site to thrust his legs into the pants, falling to the wall as he did so, his cute ass clenching as his muscles in his back and thighs did the same.
She stood calmly, naked, watching his show, as he yanked open the door, reaching to zip and button his jeans, even though his underwear remained on the floor at her feet.
When the door shut, she looked down over her body with pride, her ass still tingling from the satisfying assault he’d given it.
“Let her go,” she said to him, though he was long gone. “She doesn’t believe in us anyway.”
By the time her stepfather returned to the studio, over an hour had gone by.
His head hung as he walked through the door. When it closed behind him, he fell back against it, his head hitting the old wood with an odd thud. He looked at the ceiling for a brief time before he dared to meet her eyes.
“It’s over,” he sighed. “She’s going back to Venezuela.”
Qesa’s heart skipped in her chest. “But I don’t want to go!”
“She’s only saved enough for one plane ticket.” He shook his head. “She wasn’t planning on taking you, babygirl. She knows you love it here.”
“She was planning this?”
“All along.” He nodded. “She’s packing a bag right now. This, you and me… I guess it was just the last straw.”
“Let her go,” Qesa said softly. “She hasn’t wanted to be here for a long time.”
“I know.” Rafe nodded sadly and took a deep breath.
“Well come here.” She motioned him over. “I have something that’s going to cheer you up.”
Turning back to the computer monitor, she hit play on the video she’d made while he was gone. He moved in closer, gaping at the video she’d shot of them having sex as it played on screen. She’d done some crafty editing, clipping the shots so you could only see them from the belly up, still, from the way they sat, so close, the way they moved, no one would doubt for a second that they were having sex.
The way the muscles in his back rippled, making his tats dance, had come out nicely. A faint sheen of sweat built up over his back and neck as they fucked. A few times, you could even hear him grunt or growl, but they were perfectly timed, as if someone had added them in.
Each chorus was better than the next. By the time she came to the last one, her orgasm ringing through her voice, showing every bit of emotion on her face, it was the a perfect mix of pleasure and pain and it drove the message of the song home with perfection. Then came the smile, spreading over her face as she fell over onto him, the music going to fade. It was pure joy. Just watching it brought hot, happy tears to her eyes.
“What do you think?” she asked, breathless as she turned to him, the wheels of the old chair squeaking their protest.
“Now that’s what I call energy!” He blinked at her in wonder. “Damnit. Too bad we can’t use it.”
“I already did.” She gave him a mischievous smile.
With a few clicks of the mouse, she moved from the video creation program on the computer to the Internet. YouTube was already up. Refreshing the page, she pointed to the number of hits it had already received, not able to hold back her squeal at the increase in the short amount of time since she’d last looked.
“Look at that!” she exclaimed.
He did, pulling a metal folding chair from the corner and plopping down beside her. He ran a hand through his dark hair as Qesa bounced up and down in her chair, pointing at the screen.
“It’s skyrocketing!” she squealed. “It’s so close to going viral!”
“Qesa, what have you done?” he whispered, running a hand over his stubbly cheek. “This is… a sex tape!”
“I know.” She grinned. “It made Kim Kardashian famous, and she can’t even sing!”
“Qesa.” He shook his head, his smile widening, and then he laughed. “You are loco! Look at those hits!”
“The video is going to make people click, but it will be the song they remember,” she told him, her eyes shining. “And it has sex in it, but it’s a video. It’s a music video. They’re going to remember it for that.”
“You’re right.” He blinked at her in surprise. “This is brilliant. Fucking brilliant.”
“Look!” She refreshed the page again, squealing at the jump in numbers before turning to him and saying, “Oh Daddy, I’m so happy. Fuck me again!”
She stood, this time with no cameras, shimmying out of her panties and her shirt as well, giving him a full view of her body. His jaw went slack, his eyes glazing over at the sight of her.
“Come on,” she urged, bouncing with excitement, seeing his gaze follow her breasts moving up and down as she did. “I’m so wet. I need to celebrate and I want you.”
She couldn’t help leaning over to refresh the page, giving him a nice look at her ass as she did so, and screamed this time. So many hits!
When she turned back around, he was working off his pants. She helped him with his shirt, her pussy so swollen and wet, so needy, she could barely wait. Pushing him back down onto the folding chair, she quickly straddled him, letting him slide in, fast and hard, letting out a full scream. It had been building inside her since they’d made the video. Her walls trembled, stretching around his already hard cock. It was glorious.
“Oh, fuck yeah, Daddy. Give it to me,” she begged. “I deserve it! We’re going to the top, and I’m riding you all the way there!”
“My naughty, little, babygirl, Daddy’s always been there for you, whatever you need, and I will be, from now on,” he returned, growling, grabbing her, massaging her breasts as they bounced.
She cried out and rocked in his lap, giving him all of her, letting him sink deep into her flesh. She knew they were being loud, that her mother could probably hear them, but Qesa didn’t care. Her mother was leaving, had been planning it all along. If the woman could walk away from a man like Rafe, she was a fool.
“Daddy, wait!” Qesa gasped, clutching his thick, meaty shoulders. “Is that your phone?”
“Yes,” he panted, nodding. “It’s in my pants.”
Holding onto her to keep her from tipping, he reached down beside him to his jeans, shaking the phone out of the pocket. Bringing it up to his face, he squinted at the number, shaking his head, clearly not recognizing it.
“Who is it?” she asked, her pussy still gripping him, so close to coming. Her clit throbbed, her pussy dripped honey. She ached for release.
“I don’t know. Just stay quiet,” he ordered, pressing the button to answer. “Hello? Yes, it is… Who?... What?”
She began to rock on him again, unable to control her hunger, using his still hard cock for her own pleasure.
“Can you say that again?” Rafe took the phone from his ear, hitting the speaker button on the side, and an English accent filled the room. He set the phone down beside the computer.
“This is Darian Cromwell. A video staring a beautiful girl named Qesa has just been brought to my attention. I’m beyond impressed with not only her voice and the song, but the sheer balls it took to release that video. We here at HellKat Records would like to make Qesa fabulously rich and famous. What do you say?”
Qesa, who’d been riding her stepfather’s cock faster and faster as she listened because her body simply had a mind of its own, sang out in answer to his question:
“Si, Si, Si! Yes, Yes, Yes!”
The End
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Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available.)
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By Selena Kitt
Chubby Tina thinks she couldn’t hate herself any more than she already does, when she overhears her skinny mother telling a friend, “We’re going to be stuck with Tina forever. No guy is ever going to want her.” It’s her first year of college, and she vows to move in with a girlfriend instead of stay with her parents anymore. That is, until her stepfather catches her with going out the door in the middle of the night with a suitcase. Tina finally, tearfully confesses, and is surprised by her stepfather’s insight and perspective—and how willing he is to show her just how beautiful and loveable he thinks she really is.
EXCERPT:
“What the hell?” she whispered, licking her lips and leaning in to get a closer look. She knew her stepfather watched porn—that’s why the adult pay channels had been locked—but not
this
kind of porn. The girl on the screen wasn’t the usual dyed-blond porn-type with long, tanned legs and fake breasts and a tiny waist. This was a
real
girl, about her age, she guessed—thick and curvy. Her breasts were definitely real. She could tell.
Tina clicked the little triangle in the middle of the screen to make the video play. The sound was off, but she watched as the guy parted the girl’s chubby thighs, her pussy shaved smooth, her lips swollen, red and fat as he smacked them with the head of his cock. The girl’s head went back as he slid his cock home. She reached for him, and her breasts began to sway as he fucked her. Yep, definitely real, Tina noted.
She found the sound and turned it up, frowning when nothing came out of the speakers. Then she noticed the ear buds on her stepfather’s big, antique desk, plugged into the laptop. She slipped them into her ears, the sound of fucking filling her head, sending a hot jolt of excitement down between her legs. She followed the sensation with her hand, cupping her mound, rubbing it over her panties—she was wearing just those and a t-shirt, ready for bed—as she watched the girl on the screen get pounded.
She looks like me.
She did—at least a little. Definitely her body type, and even her coloring.
“Ohhhh Daddy, yes, fuck your little girl’s tight baby pussy!”
Tina gaped at the screen, her breath caught in her throat. Of course, the older man fucking the younger girl on her stepfather’s computer wasn’t
really
that girl’s daddy. That would be illegal. And wrong. But… but somehow the thought that it
might
be, just the fantasy of it, made her pussy ache like it never had before.
Tina leaned back in the big leather chair, putting one foot up on the seat so her legs were spread, rubbing her clit through her panties. Her arousal was so instantaneous that they were sticky already, the crotch damp as she tugged it aside, letting her fingers play in her wetness.
“You like Daddy’s big cock?” the guy on the screen growled, pulling the length of it out so she could see it glistening before driving it back in, deep.
“Yes, Daddy! Oh yes! I love your big fucking dick inside me!” The girl used a kind of sing-song voice, high and sweet, and the man groaned, grabbing onto her breasts as they swayed on her chest. Tina watched as he squeezed and kneaded them, just like Ray used to do to her. Then he rolled her over to her belly, making her get up on her hands and knees.
“Oh god,” she whispered, watching as the girl did as she was told, putting her bottom up high, her cheek resting against the mattress. She could almost feel that thick, hard cock sliding into her like that, from behind, those big hands gripping her.
“You’ve got a gorgeous ass, baby,” he groaned, slapping it as he began to pump himself inside her. “Just fucking gorgeous.”
Tina flushed at his words, her clit throbbing under her fingers as she rubbed herself, watching the couple on the screen fucking harder, faster, really getting into it now. She was too, so close to coming she was quivering all over. She knew she had to hurry—her parents would be home soon and she didn’t want to be caught on her stepfather’s password-protected computer. In fact, she was so close, she probably wouldn’t have heard it if one of the ear buds hadn’t slipped from her ear at that moment.
“I’ll be just a few minutes!” her stepfather called on the other side of the door.
Tina just reacted, snapping the computer’s lid closed and tossing the ear buds on the desk before sliding underneath it to hide in the cubbyhole. The desk was enormous, antique, so heavy the movers had cursed and grunted getting it up the stairs, and Tina shrank to the very back of the dark space, trying to keep quiet. She was breathing far too hard, and she gulped, trying to calm her racing heart.
The door opened and she closed her eyes, putting a hand over her own mouth to silence herself. Her stepfather turned on the light—she hadn’t bothered—and then locked the door. She heard the tell-tale “click.” Tina swallowed, trying to make herself smaller as he came over toward the desk—she heard his dress shoes on the hardwood floor.
She tried not to breathe at all as her stepfather opened his laptop, sitting in the big leather chair where she had just been touching herself. He was still in his suit, and his knees invaded her space as he slid closer to the screen. Oh god—if he found her here…