Climax Taboo Erotic Collection

by Kelly Fleming

  "Listen baby. I know your dirty little secret. I have seen you in my lingerie. I came home early last Wednesday, and saw you on the bed in my panties and stockings."

  I couldn't look her in the eye. I felt trapped again and suddenly panic and a deep dread ran through me. I thought she was going to throw me out. I would be absolutely humiliated, ridiculed, turned on by her and my family. I tried to say something, but my mind went blank, and my tongue stuck.

  She shushed me. "It's ok sweetie. You looked good - very girly, with you slim hips and long legs. I watched a little, but decided to leave you at it. You were so close to coming. It looked like you had something in your arse. Did you?"

  "Yes."

  "What was it?"

  "A courgette."

  "Wow, you are a dirty little slut. Did it feel good?"

  "Yes."

  "Of course it did. How long have you been dressing up in my things?"

  "About six months. More."

  "Why?"

  "I've always wanted to. It feels so good. It feels naughty.

  "How did I end up with a useless sissy boy for a house husband?" Ellen was smiling when she said this. "You should have said, love. All these years and I had no idea. I don't mind, really, I don't. It's sweet. We could have fun with it. You're the 'wife' after all."

  All the while she was massaging her pussy through her panties and stroking her breasts.

  "Mr Webb is going to fuck me, you know. Finally, I'm going to make you a cuckold, just as you've fantasised all these years, just as you deserve."

  I could hardly breathe as I watched Ellen. She seemed so blase with the idea of going on a date with the old black man and being unfaithful to me, with me cross-dressing. This wasn't a game or fantasy. This was going to happen. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back as she started to masturbate in earnest. She pinched her breasts and pulled hard on her nipples.

  "Eat me Jack. I need to come so badly."

  I got on my knees between her legs and started to kiss my way up her left leg. By the time I got up to her vagina she had pulled her knickers aside. I rested my head on her thigh and licked at her puffy lips first then her clit. A hand grabbed my hair and pulled me hard into her -- my nose against her clit and my tongue thrusting into her like a little cock.

  "He is huge baby, has a big python of a cock bellow that flabby belly. I bet he will be rough too. He thinks he owns me. He's going to want to make me his whore. He's going to stretch me so, so much."

  She came hard then and pushed me away. I fell on my back, my penis tenting my trousers.

  "Show me your little dick, baby. Don't touch it. Let me do this for you. It is little, you know, tiny by comparison. I've never said so before, but my all boyfriends in college were quite a bit bigger, thicker. Not like Mr Webb though. I bet I'll get to taste his cock later."

  I pulled my trousers down around my ankles and lay back on the floor spread my knees to expose my pitiful genitalia to her. I was hard, twitching with excitement, but I must have looked pathetic to her. Still in my suit and tie, but my dick displayed for her. She stretched a foot over and rubbed her toes and the ball of her foot against my balls, pressing down hard.

  "You are really enjoying this sweetie, aren't you? Do you like being cast as the wimp, the cuckold, the sissy? Imagine it. Tonight I am going to fuck another man, an old, fat black man."

  She drew her foot up and down my cock wanking me. Her stockings became wet from my leaking cum.

  "I'm going to suck his cock. I'm going to allow him to put the giant black thing in my tight little cunt. He'll open me up so wide."

  I came then heavily, all over my smart shirt and tie.

  Ellen went upstairs and spent two hours bathing and preparing herself for Mr Webb. Before retreating upstairs she told me to strip and gave me her soiled, wet panties, and her stockings and suspenders to wear. I set to cleaning up the house and preparing the perfect gin and tonic for her before she went out. I was hard and dripping with excitement as I worked.

  Ellen finally called me up to our room where I found her standing at the foot of the bed admiring herself in the full length mirror. She wore a lacy black bra that held her breasts high and pressed together, hold-up stockings and red high-heeled shoes. Her hair and face are done to perfection -- beautiful and slightly whorish. She took her drink from the tray I held out for her.

  "Thank you sissy. How do I look?"

  I told her she looked fabulous, that Mr Webb would be very pleased.

  "I'm going to wear the little black dress you bought me on our honeymoon. I think that will send the right message -- to Mr Webb and to anyone who sees me. We're eating in town, at the fancy new Italian place. I might run into someone we know. They're going to get the picture straight away, aren't they... me dressed like that with a big old black man. That's almost the most exciting thing -- that everyone will know what I'm going to get after dinner... a huge black cock."

  Ellen laughed and beckoned me over. We stood close together, similarly dressed, but so far apart. She was radiant and beautiful - a confident sexual woman at play. I was a little, pitiful sissy husband, about to be cuckolded. Ellen reached down to my always hard, streaming penis.

  "Does your dicklet need relief again?" She stoked me through the panties. Three or four times, her cupped hand wanked me and I came, grunting and panting. He free hand came up to my shoulders to steady me.

  "There, there sweetie. That must feel better."

  I thanked her. When I'd caught my breath she said: "I want you to lubricate me baby. I don't want Mr Webb to tear me with his big cock."

  She held a little open tub of jelly out to me. I took it in my shaking hand.

  "Enough to grease me up me, but not so much that he'll notice. Front and back, please sweetie - just in case."

  Ellen then turned her back to me and got on all fours on the bed. She stuck her arse high and arched her back, resting her cheek comfortably on her duvet. She was putting on a show for me, making me complicit in all this - I was preparing her, in the most intimate way, for Mr Webb. I knelt on the floor at the end of the bed. I kissed Ellen's full soft arse and lapped gently at her cunt and then her anus.

  "Jack love, he'll be here soon. I don't think he's a patient man."

  I rolled the end of my index finger in the jelly and pressed it to her arsehole, gently twisting my finger in deeply. I did this a second time with a little more lubricant. Then, using my other hand, I coated the lips of her completely shaven cunt with a light film of it. I rubbed my cock, erect again, through the soaked panties.

  Ellen thanked me, giving me a chaste little kiss on the lips. She dressed quickly, pulling up a pair of lacy knickers, and then finishing off with the clinging black cocktail dress that left little to the imagination.

  "While I'm out with Mr Webb, I want you to shave off all the hair around your little penis, have a nice bath in some sweet smelling oil. You can wear what you like form my cupboard. I want you to wear what you want from now on. I want you to be my sissy house husband whenever you can."

  We sat at the kitchen table for about ten minutes, talking about stuff - me in stockings and sperm covered panties, Ellen dressed for sex and lubricated "front and back" -- and waited.

  Exactly at the appointed time, a big Cadillac drove up in front of the house. Mr Webb just honked long and hard, getting our attention and that of the neighbours. Ellen froze, looking at me, suddenly nervous. Then she gathered herself.

  "See you later baby. Don't stay up and don't worry -- I'll be fine, and I'll tell you all about it, of course. Don't touch yourself, I'll relieve you when I get back."

  She then walked out the front door and into the big arms of a Mr Webb. I watched from behind the curtain as he got out of the car to greet and open the door for her -- a real gentleman, of course. They exchanged a few words as they stood by the car and then, as if it is the most natural thing in the world, Ellen reached up to Mr Webb's big face with her hands and drew him down into a deep, long, wet
kiss full on the mouth. They were under the streetlights, in plain view of me and the neighbours. I was left at home alone, sick with anxiety and jealousy, and excited beyond belief.

  ++++++++++

  I woke up as I heard Ellen coming up the stairs. It was 3am. She stumbled into the room. I sat up and turned the bedside light on. She was a terrible mess. Her hair mussed up and matted in places. Her lipstick was gone and her lips looked swollen and heavy. There were blotches on her face and neck and cleavage that must have been dried cum. Her dress was creased and misshapen, and there were long ladders in her stockings.

  She put her finger to her lips to indicate that I should not say anything and came to stand by the bed. I sat up on the edge of the bed and put my feet on the floor, staring up at her.

  "Hey baby, are you OK? Did you do as I said -- no wanking your little prick?" I smiled and nodded. She stroked my cheek tenderly. "And I see you shaved yourself. Nice panties and vest. Good. You're going to be my good little cuckold sissy husband aren't you?" Again I nodded.

  Ellen was roaring drunk and smelt strongly of sex and cigarettes.

  "I am so happy that you are darling. Do you want me to show you what Mr Webb did to me? He fucked me and made me his whore? He was huge baby, more than a foot long and so thick."

  I nodded dumbly again, feeling sick in the pit of my stomach. She tilted the bedside lamp up to give me a better view of her. Ellen slowly pulled her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to her waist. Her braless breasts were exposed.

  "He liked my breasts a lot, paid them a lot of attention... he was very, very rough. Look how swollen they are, bruised and sore. He couldn't keep his hands off them, squeezing them hard and tugging on the nipples, and slapping them just to watch them bounce. He made me show them off in the restaurant. He pinched me here, underneath. I'm going to be so bruised in the morning."

  She lifted one of her sweet, heavy breast to show me the angry red marks. In the process she lifted a nipple to her mouth and licked it wetly.

  "I've been such a slut for Mr Webb." She squeezed her tits in both hands now, roughly pulling on her nipples, as if to demonstrate what he had done. Ellen started breathing heavily. Her breasts were swollen, almost misshapen, looking bigger than ever.

  "Can you see the come on my face and tits? Some of it hasn't dried yet. Mr Webb made me suck him when he dropped me off. I wanted him to come in, but he made me kneel outside, in front of the house. God knows who saw me swallowing that huge black thing? Everyone is going to know that I am a black man's slut and that you are my sweet cuckold sissy house husband. Here baby, taste this." Ellen pulled my face into her abused, dirty breast, and I lapped up Mr Webb's cum, some of it just deposited there, some of it dried and crusty. Bit by bit, I licked it all up, cleaning her breasts, neck and face.

  "You are good, dear. Thank you." Ellen bent down and kissed me, an urgent open-mouthed kiss, with real hunger. She tasted pungent, of cock and booze and cigarettes. I was thrilled, so excited I felt faint.

  "I love you, you know, my sweet little sissy."

  Ellen stepped away from me and pushed her dress all the way down, and stepped out of it. She'd lost her panties too. She stood with her hands on her hips, her legs parted about two feet, encased in torn and stained holdups. There was something defiant, almost aggressive about this pose. She wanted me to look at her closely, to study and admire her, to marvel at the marks and traces left on her skin by her lover.

  I ran my fingertips all over Ellen's skin, trying to decode and memorise the blemishes. Eventually, I was drawn, of course, to her cunt. I stared and stared. The lips were swollen, pink and raw, and opened up.

  "I'm full of his seed, baby. Cup your hand below my cunt." She tilted her hips forward, bent her knees a little, and bore down with her internal muscles. A big goblet of spunk fell into my hand. She smiled down at me. I brought my hand up to my face and without breaking eye contact licked Mr Webb's cum from my palm.

  "Good boy, good boy. He would be so pleased with you. Mr Webb told me to have you clean me up. I'm so pleased with you."

  She turned to show me her arse, and stuck it out at me, reaching round to pull her cheeks apart.

  "He fucked me here too. Can you see how stretched I am? It was so painful to begin with. Lick my arse for me, clean me up."

  I knelt behind her and pulled her cheeks as wide as I could. My tongue entered her with no impediment. I pushed in as far as I could. I make a seal around her arsehole and sucked hard, drawing a few heavy drops of seed from her. I pulled away to breath.

  Ellen kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed and crawled to her side and lay down on her back. She pulled up one knee and let her legs fall open lewdly. She smiled at me tiredly.

  "Take my shoes of please. You can try fucking me if you like love, but I'm very loose and wide."

  I pulled her heels off and rubbed her feet a little.

  "I'll give you a hand job, if you want," Ellen said, her voice trailing off with exhaustion.

  I rubbed her feet a few minutes. Almost instantly Ellen was asleep and breathing deeply.

  The End.

  Barry Gets What He Wants

  Barry was excited. She was leaving again. He'd have time to himself again to be able to do things that she couldn't when she was home. Mainly he would surf the internet for sites that showed women taking control of and giving it to their men. The thought always excited him, but he never dared bring it up to Danielle, she was far too vanilla for things like that. She would barely change sexual positions in bed. Getting her to wear something sexy was next to impossible.

  After she left Barry watched out the window to make sure she was gone before he went to get his hidden box. After waiting more than enough time for her to be well down the highway he moved to where he had his stash hidden, the garage. After grabbing the box he hurriedly rushed back into the living room, where the computer was so he could pull up the website he used as visual inspiration. Grabbing a bottle of lubrication and the dildo he had in the box he began to stroke and lube the dildo up, preparing to use it on himself. The dildo was moderately sized, only about 5 inches long and about an inch thick and was his warm up for the larger one and the vibrator still in the box. With excitement he placed a towel on he floor began to stroke himself as well as the dildo as he looked at the computer. As he kept watching the video he was really working his cock over stroking, lubing the dildo up more and more. Then he kneeled over it, and begin to let the head of it press against his tight rosebud. He moaned out loud. He always loved the next part, right as the head enters. He bore down on it and the head of the dildo made a pop as it pushed past his tight ring and Barry let out a loud moan that echoed across the room.

  Danielle was on her way leaving and had one of those moments where she realized, that she forgot something important. So she turned around to head back to their apartment. She smiled, She'd get to surprise Barry and maybe even get another quickie in before she left. She didn't really want to go. She hated leaving him there. She pulled back up the drive and parked her car, making sure to shut her door quietly when she got out. He would be so surprised . She put the key in quietly, unlocking the door and opening it, being sure to shut it back quietly. Beginning her walk to where he would likely be, the den, watching tv she took her heels off and crept down the hallway and suddenly heard a loud moan. Startled, she approached the den quietly and froze at what she saw.

  Barry was engrossed in the video he was watching. That, and the rubber cock sliding in and out of his ass. So engrossed that he didn't notice Danielle behind him, watching. Didn't notice her watching the video that her husband was enjoying thoroughly. At least, not until she gasped about the same time he impaled the dildo all the way in him.

  Barry jumped up when he heard her voice, his heart dropping in panic. Of course, as he jumped more than his heart dropped. The dildo slipped out of his ass as he jumped, making a nice thump on the floor as it fell between them. His face frozen with fear he looked at her, deathly afra
id of what she would say, not even thinking about the fact that the video was still playing behind him. Danielle smiled, looking past him a moment then back at Barry. Barry stood there, still frozen with fear and then started to stammer." Danielle.. I..Its not what it looks like.."

  Danielle smirked." Its not? Then what is it?" Putting her hands on her hips, looking at him directly, despite him not looking her in the eye. She also kept eying the video behind him showing some guy bent on all fours and being taken by a woman with a strap on.This was making her wet.

  Barry was in full panic state. Thousands of thoughts ran through his head. Fear of her leaving him, calling him gay, exposing him all cycled through his head while he stammered, trying to answer what it was. "Its well. I mean. I was..just um experimenting. Its....umm nothing. I'm not gay.I wasn't even enjoying it. I want you."

  Danielle looked at Barry, his cock still hard, despite everything. "Your cock says otherwise." He started to try to cover it up but she quickly stopped him. "Don't you dare. I want to see all of you right now." Reaching over she grasped his cock firmly, stroking it once or twice. Precum literally oozed from the tip. His cock betraying how he felt about all of this, despite his verbal protests. Reaching past him, she maximized the screen and turned up the volume so that the guys moans on the video echoed across the room. The effect was immediate upon Barry. His cock throbbed in her hand in response to the moans and her slow stroking. On the video the woman said something about taking the man's tight ass and Danielle grinned. "Is that what you want Barry? Do you want me to take this dildo and take your tight little ass?"

  Barry's jaw dropped in response. Never in a million years would he have expected Danielle to talk like that, much less be turned on by it. Yet here she was, and he didn't know what to do. He looked in her eyes,searching to see how she really felt, and all he saw, was desire and excitement in her eyes."Yes...yes I do want that" he answered. He looked at her now, fear mixing with hope.