Little Brats Paula: Forbidden Taboo Erotica

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  Little Brats: Paula

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  Little brat Paula decides to seduce the man of the house, a psychologist, during their impromptu sessions together, in order to get back at the woman who married him. But the tables get turned on Paula when she realizes her forbidden attraction to him is real, and then, to her surprise, she learns what countertransference really means when they consummate their taboo fantasies together.

  Little Brats: Paula

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  Paula revved the Mazda’s engine to beat the yellow light, which she didn’t do, running it red. She whipped into the rear area of the well-manicured single-level office building lot and parked next to her stepfather’s SUV, sending her textbooks sliding to the floor from the passenger seat.

  Going around the front of the building, she walked on the grass to keep her boot heels from making too much noise until she knew if her mother was with her stepdad in his office or not. She rounded the corner of the building. Yep. There was mom’s CX-9. The bitch was obviously trying to keep tabs on her man. She had tried that with Paula’s father, too, but she tried to control him so much he just decided to up and kill himself to get away from her.

  Well, Cynthia Marks had taught her daughter a thing or two about being a cold, manipulative narcissist—and payback was a bitch.

  Paula slipped quietly into the building that contained her stepfather’s office, went past his door—Dr. Phillip Marks, Ph.D—and went right to the supply closet at the end of the hall. She used a credit card to open the lock, as she had done so many times. She went in, flipped on the light, pulled a big bucket over and covered it with a towel as she sat facing the wall.

  In front of her was a sign that read, Employees Must Wash Hands Before Returning To Work. To her right was a sink and to her left were storage shelves with various building maintenance supplies. She heard a low muffled buzzing and what sounded like crying coming through the wall. She unscrewed three of the four screws on the sign and flipped the sign back to reveal a hole in the wall that looked in on her stepfather’s psychotherapy office with a view of his desk and chair, as well as another couch and chair for clients.

  Her mother was on the couch, skirt up around her waist, blouse open, breasts exposed, her nylon covered feet and legs up on the edge of the black leather couch. Her legs were spread wide. She had her panties pushed aside and was pumping a big buzzing silver vibrator in and out of her pussy, moaning, and talking dirty as she rubbed and played with her clit. Paula’s stepfather sat in his cushy high-backed leather office chair, fully clothed, and watched and listened to his wife just as he watched and listened to his clients. Paula had spied on her mother and her stepfather before, in their house, but she’d only seen them have sex in the bedroom. This could be interesting. More ammunition for her plot to ruin her mom’s life the way her mom had ruined hers.

  Her mom was putting on quite the show.

  “I know how you like to watch me fuck my dirty little pussy for you, Daddy.” The vibrator’s buzz grew muffled as she sank its length deep inside herself. “I know how you like me to get it ready for you, Daddy, make it wet and swollen, stretch my dirty little hole for you.”

  Whoa, what was with all the Daddy talk? Paula wondered. Granted, it was getting her hot. Paula had her own daddy-fantasies to contend with. But obviously Cynthia thought it would entice her husband. That intrigued her. A lot.

  “Look at my dirty little fuck hole, Daddy.” The vibrator’s buzz sang up and down as she swirled it in wide circles inside her, then rose higher as she spread her cunt open wide with it. “It’s ready for your big cock, Daddy.”

  “Your dirty little girl’s dirty little hole is ready for your big hard cock, Daddy!” The vibrator hummed high and loud and then droned low as Cynthia brought it to her mouth and licked it from base to head, all the way up its buzzing shaft before trying to swallow it, her pussy juices pooling around her o-shaped lips and running down her cheeks and chin, mixing with her spittle and dripping onto her breasts.

  “I know what you want, Daddy.” Cynthia’s eyes lit up and she spit on the vibrator as she turned over, put her ass in the air and pressed her shoulders and face against the back of the couch. Paula watched her mother, fascinated with the show. How many times had the woman said “Daddy” in the past five minutes? Like, a hundred? And there she went again…

  “I know what you like, Daddy, your dirty little girl knows you want her tight, dirty little asshole.”

  Did he now? Paula bit her lip, leaning closer to watch as her mother reached underneath herself with her free hand and back behind herself with the buzzing vibrator, positioning the tip of the tip against her asshole, shuddering and moaning as she pressed and rubbed it there to lube her asshole with the saliva beginning to drip from it.

  “I know you want to shove that hard cock in your dirty girl’s tight ass.” The vibrator and the woman moaned low as Paula’s mom slowly but firmly pressed the vibrator into her ass, pushing it deep and hard and making herself wince at the intensity of the penetration.

  “Oh God yeah, Daddy, put that big hard cock in my ass, that’s it.” The vibrator’s buzz hummed high and then almost faded fully as s
he fucked it out of her ass and back in again. Cynthia was totally into it now. She wasn’t even looking to her husband for his reaction, but Paula was. The man looked bored. Literally, bored. Like he was watching some droning lecture instead of getting a sex show from his wife.

  “Look at your hard cock right up my ass, Daddy.” Cynthia alternated between rubbing her swollen clit and slapping and spanking her pussy and mound, making high cries as she fucked her own ass with the vibrator. Clearly she was loving it, but her husband actually stifled a yawn. Paula was stunned by the whole damned thing.

  “Spank my dirty little cunt as you fuck my ass, Daddy!” Cynthia’s voice rose into urgency and she begged as her body tensed, shuddered and bucked toward release. “That’s it, Daddy, spank that cunt while you shoot your cum inside my asshole, Daddy!”

  Paula’s mother was getting off on her daddy-fantasy, playing it out, eyes closed. She was just gone. Paula glanced at her stepfather, at the veiled look in his eyes. What was he thinking, watching his wife get herself off on his office couch? He should have been hard as a rock, pumping away but—nothing. Even Paula, in spite of the fact that she was watching her mother put on this show, was a little aroused.

  Cynthia began whining, a high-pitched wail, as she pumped the silver toy in and out of herself in a vibrato hum. “Ohhhhh God, I’m gonna come for you, Daddy!”

  Her high whine became a low growl and then a final groan as she came hard, ass bucking and jerking, juices flowing down her thighs. “Oh God, take it out slow, Daddy! Easy, Daddy, easy!”

  Paula blinked in surprise as she watched her mother slide the vibrator slowly out of her ass, with some more whimpering and whining, and then she collapsed on the couch, turning off her big silver vibrator and massaging and spreading her gaping wet asshole, spreading her glistening cum over her ass, as she panted and regained her breath.

  “Oh Daddy, your dirty little girl likes you fucking her ass,” she purred.

  Her husband, Paula’s stepfather, sat watching, still unmoving, breathing regular, as if desensitized to his wife’s actions.

  “Are you ready for me now, Daddy? Is it your turn?”

  Cynthia slid off the couch, her ass, cunt and thighs slick with her juices, slick glistening swipes of it shining on the black leather couch. She crawled to her husband in his chair, and knelt between his legs as she fumbled with his belt, button and zipper, hungrily freeing his soft cock. He sat back, allowing her to do it.

  Maybe he was just patiently waiting his turn, Paula thought, watching this part with interest. She liked his cock. It was quite impressive. And she’d seen a lot of cocks.

  “Let your dirty little girl show you what she can do with her greedy little mouth, Daddy.”

  Cynthia looked up at him as she swallowed his soft cock whole and began sucking it. She massaged and squeezed his big balls. He looked down at her, a faint shadow of disgust crossing and fading quickly from his face. She intensified her efforts. Paula actually felt sorry for her for a minute. But just for a minute.

  “Oh, Daddy,” Cynthia made her voice go higher, like a little girl. “Your cock tastes so good to your dirty little girl.”

  “It’s not working anymore, Cynthia,” he said finally as he pushed her away with a deep sigh. “It’s just… not working.”

  Paula watched this change in the scene with wide eyes.

  She saw her mother’s tears well up, anger filling her face. A low growl built in Cynthia’s chest as she turned, grabbing the vibrator and whipping back around, throwing it at him. It flew past his head and smacked into the wall before falling with a clatter onto his desk below. He calmly dodged the projectile, although it wouldn’t have hit him if he hadn’t.

  Cynthia clenched her fists, shoulders shaking. Then she wiped her thighs, ass and pussy with tissues from the table, tossed them into the office garbage can, adjusted her clothes, and left. She didn’t even looking at her husband again.

  Paula watched her stepfather. He sat unmoving, silent, for what seemed like minutes, but was likely not. Paula felt her mouth curl into a cold smile when he stood without returning his cock to his pants.

  He wrapped his hand around his cock and moved to standing in front of the couch where his wife’s juices still pooled on the shiny black leather. She watched his hand move down over his balls, gathering them in his hand, gripping and tugging them down with an audible intake of breath.

  Paula, a consummate voyeur, watched, gasping almost in the same moment as her stepfather. Just watching him manhandle his cock was enough to make her wet. He wrapped his other hand around the shaft of his now semi-hard cock, and Paula’s hand slid up her thigh, pulling her plaid mini skirt up to her waist. Her other hand ran over the buttons of her white blouse to cup and clutch at her little breast. Her nipples were hard now, anticipating the real show. This was the one she came for.

  And would keep coming for. Again and again.

  Phillip’s cock stiffened as he stroked it, from the rim all the way to the base, pulling his foreskin down tight, allowing Paula to see his full, hard length. God, it was almost like he knew she was watching, enjoying the show. That made her lick her lips.

  Then he made a ring with his fingers under the rim of his cock before incrementally moving his fingers up until they popped over the rim and he cupped the head of his cock in his hand. He’s in her ass, she thought, a smile creeping over her face. Her mother had fucked her own ass for the man and it hadn’t done a thing for him, but whoever he was fantasizing about had a tight little asshole, and he’d just pushed past that first ring of the sphincter muscle.

  She would have bet money on it.

  Paula rubbed her fingers over the damp, white cotton of her panties stretched over her swollen pussy lips. Her stepfather exhaled as the head of his cock popped into his cupped hand. In her ass now, lucky whore, she thought, feeling her own ass clench. Whoever he was fantasizing about was taking his dick up her tight little asshole.

  Paula exhaled with him as the heel of her hand ground slowly over her moistening cotton-covered mound. Her pussy felt empty. And so did her ass. They both clamped down as she parted her swollen lips through her dampening panties, watching Phillip lean his head back, eyes closed, as he stroked his growing cock.

  Who are you think about, Daddy? Whose tight little ass are you fucking? Because it sure as hell isn’t your wife’s! She wondered, watching him pump it harder, faster.

  Watching him jerk off always did it for her. She rubbed and flicked at her hardening little clit through the taut material, a wet spot widening on them. Her stepfather gripped and tugged on his balls with one hand while his other shuttled up and down his shaft, his breath quickening. His pants had fallen to his knees, but he clearly didn’t notice or care.

  Paula’s movements and breath quickened too, matching his, moving in sync, a perfect rhythm. Fuck, her nipples were hard! She pinched and tugged one of them, a tiny little pebble, sending pulses of pleasure to her pussy. Oh that was good. So fucking good.

  She didn’t understand why it turned her on so much to watch him, but it did. She had always had a slow rise to completion—resistant, defiant, even with multiple sources of stimulation, flesh and blood or otherwise—but there was something magnetic about watching her stepfather, about the man himself, something undeniable and so penetratingly right, and at the same time primitively and instinctively off limits.

  It was fucking awesome.

  Paula bit her lip to keep her cries in, bewildered, almost panicked, as her body rose in waves, tensing closer and closer to the release of orgasm, in perfect sync with her stepfather. She knew when he was close. His mouth went slack, his hand moving faster and faster, like the blurry arm of a sewing machine at top speed, his back arching, calves tensing.

  She tried to hold back, she did. Christ, she hadn’t even slipped her hand under the elastic edge of her panties yet and she was going to come! But she couldn’t stop it. She felt herself plunge past those limits, pressing beyond that boundary, just as her
stepfather came.

  He thrust his hips forward and growled low as he shot wave after wave of hot white semen across the black leather couch cushions, lacing his wife’s juices with ropey white lines of hot ejaculate.

  Paula whimpered, realizing even in the midst of her orgasm, that her whimpering was not unlike her mother’s, and chastised herself inwardly for such wanton vulnerability, chastisement which, ironically, seemed to whip her orgasm into deeper frenzy, sending her into a breathless, starry bliss as she forced her eyes open wide enough to view her blurred stepfather in a concomitant ecstasy of orgasm.

  It was the first time she had ever come together with a lover or lovers, and she realized how empty she felt in being so distant from him at such an intimate moment.

  She watched Phillip finish milking his cock, dripping and shaking the last reserves of his semen onto the couch. It made her mouth water.

  Then she slid the hand-washing sign back into place, just as he was beginning to clean the mess he and his wife had made.

  Paula breathed deep and savored the yummy, light-headed feeling of coming so hard—with her stepfather, no less. She used a paper towel to wipe herself. After she’d cleaned up, she pressed her knees and thighs together, wiggling them to feel the rush in her puffy, still-aroused pussy. Was that happiness? She wasn’t sure, but she liked it.

  Her first thought was to get more of it, but then she remembered her mission—to ruin her mother’s life like her mother had ruined hers. Paula had decided, when her mother had finally driven Paula’s father to his death, that she would get her back, somehow. Cynthia had taken away the man in Paula’s life—so now, she would pay her back by doing the same.

  If she was going to seduce her stepfather, Paula needed to be in control. She put on her game face, pulled up her skirt and gave her pussy a little spank to remind it of its place. Oooh, that felt good, that little sting.

  Bad, bad, little pussy.