Taylor’s Taboo Treat by Green_Gem

Taylor’s Taboo Treat by Green_Gem,

Discover the tantalizing secrets in “Taylor’s Taboo Treat” by Green_Gem. This captivating adult tale explores desire and forbidden passion, taking you on an unforgettable journey filled with steamy encounters and unexpected twists. Dive into a world where boundaries blur and pleasure reigns supreme!

“Well fuck you too!” Grant Jenkins cursed as he slammed down the receiver. That was the second time in the week he had been bluntly told he was ‘too old’ when he had made enquiries about a new job and his eyes drifted desolately around the cubicle sized area that was his office. How the hell he had stuck it out so long in his job as an Insurance Portfolio Administrator he didn’t know. But the one thing he did know was that it frustrated the piss out of him and that the only sane thing to do now was to get out. He had just passed his forty sixth birthday and it was now or never if he intended to change his career. He grabbed his jacket, pulled his door shut and walked into the adjoining open plan claims office where a couple of frustrated consultants were still talking urgently into telephones trying to pacify irate clients.

“See ya tomorrow,” he called out at no one in particular as he made his exit.

Christ, he thought as he hit the elevator button, listening to those consultants made him feel that he should be grateful. At least he had progressed past all that soul destroying business of eating clients shit and he had what was considered, a more cushy job. Even if it wasn’t terribly exciting or mentally challenging, it did pay relatively well, and the company had been accommodating when his mother had died and he’d needed time off to attend to Taylor and her school activities.

The scent of impending rain hung thickly in the air as he stepped out of the building into the parking area. He glanced up at the sky and grimaced as the heavy clouds swirled around ominously. It matched his mood perfectly and he hesitated between driving straight home before the storm broke or going into the hotel bar across the street for a quick drink first. There was nothing much to go home to he contemplated cynically. Taylor was staying over at her girlfriend’s place and the idea of a quiet night alone with his miserable thoughts didn’t seem very appealing.

He shouldered his way into the already crowded bar and ordered a drink before joining a group of guys from the company’s marketing department. The talk was about work and sex and he joined in the fun of ragging a newly wed man who was downing his beer quickly so he could get home to his wife.

Grant laughed loudly with the others but between their shoulders he caught his reflection in the mirror above the bar. Today’s face looked no different from yesterday’s face, short dark hair with a few flecks of grey and steely blue eyes. Taylor had persuaded him to grow a goatee which he was still trying to get used to, but she said it was sexy, and there was very little that he wouldn’t do for his eighteen year old daughter. Still, he thought as his tired eyes gazed stoically back at him among the reflections of colored bottles and the bright glitter of the bar, he did feel older. Older and disillusioned. It wasn’t just the disappointment of the job rejections but the woman that he had been dating on and off for the past while had called him earlier in the day to break it off because, as she put it, ‘she was bored with the relationship’. ‘Old’ and ‘boring,’ you couldn’t be called much worse in one day, he grimaced tipping back his drink and ordering another.

The insistent tone of his cell phone ringing pierced through the noise and tore him from his thoughts.

“Daddy, can you hear me?”

“Yeah honey what’s up?”

“When are you going to be home?”

“Home? Why? I thought you were spending the night at Liz’s place.”

“Yeah, well my plans have changed, but I need to talk to you about it daddy and we can’t do it on the phone. Can you come home soon? Please, pretty please with a cherry on the top.”

Grant shook his head wryly in resignation. He knew that tone of voice; it meant he was about to get worked over. “Ok, I’ll be home soon.”

***

“Trick or Treat Mister,” two young children dressed as a vampire and wizard shouted as Grant approached his car. They rushed towards him, their eyes sparkling with excitement as they extended their bags in eager anticipation.

Jesus, he was getting old! He hadn’t even remembered that it was Halloween. He shrugged his shoulders at the eager faces and gave them a weary smile. “Sorry guys, guess it’ll have to be a trick this time.”

“C’mon, kids, stop bothering the man,” a woman called out. She trotted up breathlessly and smiled apologetically at Grant as she took the children firmly by their hands to lead them away. “It’s time to go home now, enough treats for today.”

“Happy Halloween,” the vampire-clad boy called back, baring his fake fangs and shivering against the wind and chill of the approaching darkness as his mother dragged him away.

The blur of the passing lights and traffic merged with the images that were playing through Grant’s mind as he drove home. The caring and watchful mother with her children out for some Halloween fun made him reminisce about his own situation.

“There was no fun in that,” he muttered angrily to himself.

Taylor was three when her mother walked out on them. It seemed that motherhood was at the bottom of her list of priorities and her boss at the top. When they had crashed and died in his little red sports car while on the way to some exotic place, Grant couldn’t help but feel a sense of justice and peace. He’d never told Taylor the truth about her mother, allowing the memories of her to remain untainted. But his life had changed drastically, with him devoting all of his time to raising Taylor, almost to the exclusion of everyone else.

A social life was what other people had. Instead, he was more used to school functions, homework help-out and juggling his time to drive her from one extra-mural activity to another. In-between, he managed to get an occasional work-out at the gym and even less frequently, one with a call girl. Before she passed away, his mother helped out where she could with Taylor, but she was a handful and by the time she was seven she had worked out how to get around him most of the time. As she grew up, her interests turned to things other than dolls and Grant found himself having to put his foot down on more than one occasion where boys were concerned. There was no doubt in his mind that tonight’s discussion that was so urgent, would also be about a boy.

Brightly lit pumpkin lanterns decorated the lawn of the house at the corner of the street and teenagers, dressed in an array of ghoulish costumes, lolled about outside as the wind gusted and swirled leaves up against their legs. From inside came the blast of music which Grant could still hear filtering through as he pulled into his driveway. The owners of the corner house were new to the neighborhood and he hadn’t met them but he liked it that way. Nosy and invasive neighbors got on his nerves.

***

“Happy Halloween, daddy,” Taylor’s voice rang out as he opened the door and stepped into the living room. A beautiful nun dressed from head to foot in black stood before him like a sainted vision. Grant could barely see his daughter’s angelic face peeking out from the very modest uniform.

“You like?’ she giggled.

He laughed in surprise at her choice of costume. “Well you are going through your black clothes phase now, so I guess it’s perfect. You planning to wear it somewhere tonight?”

“Yeah,” she said shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.

But when she casually turned around, everything changed and the smile slid off his face.

The outfit was completely see-through from her neck all the way down to the hem.

Grant felt his heart constrict in his chest with shock as he absorbed the sight before him. She was obviously braless as there were no indications of bra straps and the costume framed Taylor’s creamy white skin and slender body like a picture of decadence against an inky sea of black material. A black garter belt and a scrap of red flimsy lace that was supposed to be a thong nestled between her butt cheeks and highlighted her perfectly shaped ass. Black seamed stockings with lace tops and very high heels completed the outfit and left Grant with no doubt whatsoever that virtue was the last thing on his daughter’s mind.

“Forget it,” Grant barked, “You’re not going anywhere dressed like that young lady, now go and get changed!”

“But daddy, its Halloween and –”

“You heard me Taylor, end of subject. Now, go change before I really get mad!”

With trembling hands Grant splashed some whiskey over ice and drank deeply from the glass while he struggled to get his breathing under control. Taylor had picked the wrong fucking day for her little tricks. Over the past six months, he had noticed that she’d added this latest trick to her arsenal. It involved wearing skimpy clothes that were designed to show off her lusciously developed body to the maximum while she wheedled him for something. It was fast becoming her favorite method of ‘persuading’ him to let her have her way and Grant reflected wryly that while it was damn frustrating for him, it normally worked. However, after the crappy day he’d had, he was in no mood for her little games tonight.

***

He’d just finished a sandwich and was onto his second whisky when she reappeared wearing a pleated skirt similar to those he recalled seeing the girls at the Catholic school wear. It looked very authentic except it was shamelessly short. For a second Grant caught himself wondering if it even covered her butt. The white silk blouse she wore with it was loose enough to show him the bounce and jiggle of her braless tits as she walked into the room and once again, the cute long white socks and red ribbons holding her blonde hair in pigtails did nothing to convince him that her intentions for the evening were innocent. Christ, she looked like a sex fantasy for a child molester. No fucking way was she going out in that either.