Climax Taboo Erotic Collection

by Kelly Fleming

  I tried to hand back her drink, but she waved me off saying, "You have it, it's almost gone anyways."

  I looked down into it; it was full.

  I was now double-fisting Purple Thunders, brilliant.

  Looking back at Ashley, she was innocently puttering around on her computer, apparently oblivious to my existence. I watched her over the rim of my cup as her fingers clicked away at the keys. Somehow she managed to look sexy while doing absolutely nothing.

  Finishing my drink, I moved on to hers. "What are you doing?" I asked.

  She looked up impassively for a brief second, "Checking my e-mail mostly."

  She went back to ignoring me which, to be honest, concerned me more than her blatant advances. At least when she was being obvious I knew what she was thinking. Now though, I had no idea what she was up to. Being drunk helped none of this paranoia.

  It felt like hours before I spoke again, but apparently it was only a minute or two, "Now what are you doing?"

  She favored me with a wry smile and slowly closed her laptop, "I just made us Facebook official."

  I had taken the last sip of her drink and nearly choked on it. "What?" I cried, still spluttering.

  She just sat there and grinned, tucking her laptop behind her.

  This would just not stand! No way! I tried to get up for the first time since arriving, but only managed to crumple off the chair onto the floor. I put my whole body into getting back up and only succeeded in rolling over; it just refused to work how I wanted. I lay there panting and trying to figure out how to move again.

  I heard a sigh and Ashley appeared in my vision like some kind of glowing, blond angel of mercy. If I wasn't shithoused, I would have realized that the glow was the light directly behind her head and the look of mercy on her face was something else entirely.

  "Oh my, Daniel, it looks like you've had too much to drink." Her voice was just as heavenly as her face. I blinked, and in the time it took me to open my eyes again, she was inches from my face, her brown eyes full of something I failed to comprehend in my state.

  I tried to speak, but nothing intelligible came out. I tried to move, but that didn't work either.

  She smiled and stroked my hair with the tips of her fingers, "Shh shh." I blinked again and she was gone. I attempted to focus so I could look around for her; I didn't want to be alone even if it meant being alone with her.

  "Hey brother," I craned my neck towards the sound of her voice and saw her standing by the window talking on her phone. "I'm good. Yeah, when are you gonna be back? You haven't even gotten off campus yet? Why? Waiting for Richey... No, I'm not surprised. He's the slowest boy I've ever met. Ok, well let me know when you're on your way back I guess, I'm thirsty. Huh?" She looked down at me with a quirky little smile, "Oh he's in the bathroom but I'll tell him she said hi. Ok, buh-bye, love you."

  She closed her phone and tossed it on her desk before coming over and standing by my waist. I had been trying to move the entire time but seemed only capable of random twitching and sluggish movement of my limbs.

  "Your girlfriend is pretty great, you know that?"

  I glared at her and managed a nod, wary of where this was going.

  "I bet she gives you everything she can." I maintained my stare by way of an answer. Giving me a mischievous little smile she got down on her knees next to me. "But you know what?"

  She had managed to pique my curiosity but still all I could manage was a look.

  Slowly, she straddled my waist, settling her weight directly over my crotch. She was a lot heavier than Kara but the pressure was far from uncomfortable. She leaned forward and planted her hands on either side of my head, her cleavage shifting visibly.

  "I can give you so much more," her voice was barely a whisper and the only reason I heard her was because her lips were touching my ear. She pulled back slightly, eyeing my face for a reaction. Fortunately my face was numb and I don't think I gave her anything. The rest of my body wasn't so fortunate. Since I got here I prayed for whiskey-dick; I was to be sorely disappointed. Her hips were lifted at the moment as she leant over me, but as soon as she sat back she would feel me completely.

  But that wasn't what ran through my head at the moment, "W-what does that mean?" I couldn't believe that the first words I managed to speak were egging her on.

  She sighed contentedly, sitting back and nearly jumping back up in surprise as she felt me through all of our clothing. Her eyes took on a slightly animalistic look as she settled her weight directly on my cock.

  She let out a little moaning noise as she ground her crotch against mine, "It means that I can show you pleasure you can't even imagine." She twitched slightly as my restrained cock lined up with her pussy and she was able to rub herself along its entire length. "I already told you, Daniel, you can do anything you want with me."

  I swallowed hard, my mouth turning bone dry in an instant.

  "Have you considered my offer?" Slowly undulating her hips over my crotch she reached out and cupped my face in a soft hand, urging me to make a decision. My cock throbbed madly under the pressure of her body and I knew I was going to break.

  "Why are you doing this to me?" Movement was slowly coming back to me but I was horrified to realize that I was only moving my hips, pushing up against her in rhythm with her own languid movements. I couldn't stop myself!

  She took her hand from my face and placed it on my chest, using it as leverage to make longer and stronger movements of her hips. "I want what I 'cant' have," she replied, taking her hands away from me for a second to make air quotes around the word 'cant'. "I love doing things I'm not allowed to do, or not supposed to do." Every time she spoke my cock throbbed. It was like her husky voice had a direct line to my groin.

  I looked up at her face, unsure of how to respond or how to continue. I could no longer deny my urges; I had to have her. My drunken brain only registered the hottest, sexiest girl I've ever seen sitting on me and practically begging me to fuck her. My composure cracked and my capitulation was revealed completely in my eyes.

  Ashley, who had been scrutinizing my features for some time, gasped in excited surprise. She quickly flattened herself out on top of me, taking my head in her arms, she held her lips an inch away from my own. Her cheeks were flushed red and her breathing was labored. She was ready to go and I wanted to hear her moan my name like I've never wanted anything before.

  All I could think about was how good it felt when she kissed me the other day.

  My phone began to vibrate in my pocket and I knew it was Kara.

  "Tell her you got sick and that I'm taking care of you and that she can go ahead to the party with my brother," she breathed rapidly, her eyes drilling into my skull. "That way, you and I can have some fun, all... by... ourselves." She punctuated the last three words with the barest touch of her full lips on mine.

  The turmoil in my gut was agony!

  I asked myself: should I give in to temptation?

  The End.

  Police Interrogation

  Officer Smith reclined in his chair in the interrogation room, idly thinking about what he planned to do when he got off of work. He could go home to his wife Sarah, but she had been a little bitchy lately and he would just as soon pass his time getting drunk in a seedy bar. He chuckled at the thought and checked his watch, waiting for the next person he had to interrogate to be brought in. He quickly flipped open the file in front of him and scanned its contents. Samantha McClain, suspected of smuggling drugs. He heard the door open and glanced up to see a young girl that looked about 20 being led in by another officer. His breath caught in his throat as he looked her up and down. She was about 5'8", brunette, and had bright green eyes. His eyes traveled up her long legs and paused to admire her perfectly rounded ass before moving up to take in her gorgeous D cups. She looked a little nervous and sat on the edge of the chair opposite him, playing with her hair.

  "Well, Ms. McClain, do you know why you're here?" he asked.

  "Look, I kno
w what I did was wrong, but I can't go to jail! Please, just let me go. I promise it'll never happen again," she said in a rush, her voice smooth as honey. For the first time since she had entered the room, she looked up at her interrogator. She smiled inwardly at his broad shoulders and square jaw, imagining the muscles hiding under that uniform. Meeting his brown eyes, she whispered, "Isn't there anything I can do officer?" She leaned over the table towards him, her shirt dipping down in the front to reveal a lacy black bra.

  His cock began to stir and he sat up a little straighter, looking back at her unflinchingly. "What did you have in mind?" he asked with a small smile. He got up and walked around the table until he was standing right behind her.

  "Anything you want, officer," she said softly. He bent down over her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Well, I can think of a few things..." He could see her nipples getting hard through her shirt and grinned. Slowly, he began to rub her shoulders, kneading her back with his fingers. She bit her bottom lip and squeezed her legs together, feeling herself getting wet. His hands slid back over her shoulders and down towards her breasts, gently massaging as he went. He grabbed her breasts, hard, and she let out a little gasp, arching her back. He was fully hard now and pushing his cock up against her. Hesitantly, she inched the hem of her shirt up to reveal a flat, tan stomach. He helped her pull it over her head, throwing the shirt on the floor behind him. Her nipples were hard and pushing at the fabric of her bra. She slowly slid her hand under her short little skirt and rubbed her fingers lightly along her pussy. He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, licking his lips as he watched her magnificent breasts come spilling out. His fingers found her nipples and started rubbing them and tugging on them softly. He bent down and kissed her neck softly and spun the chair around so she was facing him. His lips traced a path over her collarbone down to her breast. He flicked her nipple with his tongue a few times, enjoying her small gasps of pleasure. Sucking on her breast gently, he reached down and massaged his aching hard on through his pants.

  She ran her hands down his body, shivering from the sensations he was producing with his tongue. She deftly unbuckled his pants and slid them down, following them with his underwear. His erection sprang forth, freed from its confines. Tracing a line down his cock with her finger, she got on her knees in front of him. She leaned forward and licked the tip, and upon hearing his sharp intake of breath, took him in her mouth. Sucking gently, she slowly slid it in deeper and deeper down her throat. He began to move in and out, rocking gently in her mouth. Gradually, his speed increased and soon he was driving it into her hard and fast. She grabbed his ass and moved her head in rhythm with his movements. She slid him out of her mouth and slowly kissed her way up his body until she was standing.

  He picked her up and laid her on the table on her back. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and smiled at the little black thong she was wearing. He could see it rubbing up against her clit, soaking wet and sexy. He slid it off and tossed it to the side with her other clothes. He ran a finger up her slit and let it linger on her clit before sliding it inside her. Slowly, he slid his finger in and out of her, soon adding another finger, moving faster and faster. Her breath came in short little spurts and her whole body was shaking. When he felt she was about to peak, he bent down and gently took her clit in his mouth. She moaned softly as he sucked on it and her shaking became more intense. He felt her tighten up around his fingers and ran his other hand up over her body, taking in the sensations. With a load moan, she came, thrusting against his fingers, shaking uncontrollably. As wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her, he slid his fingers out of her and brought them up to her mouth. She grabbed his hand greedily and sucked her juices off his fingers.

  He spread her legs and positioned himself in between them, stroking his cock as he watched her fingers stray to her breasts and clit. Pulling her forward a little, he slowly slid himself inside her, his breath catching at how good her tight little pussy felt. He paused when he was all the way in and reached up to play with her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing her nipples. He slid himself most of the way out again, and without warning, drove himself deep inside her. In and out he thrust, harder and faster each time. She rubbed her clit furiously, breathing heavily. Each time he thrust back in, it was like a shock to her system, driving her up and over the edge. She trembled helplessly, completely at mercy to his will.

  He felt himself nearing the breaking point and rammed himself into her, making her come with him inside. She bucked wildly against him, moaning loudly. As he felt her convulse around him, he exploded, emptying himself into her. After one final thrust, he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. With a knowing smile, he looked up at the blinking light on the camera in the corner of the room, knowing that he would never forget this.

  The End.

  Mardre's First

  The raiding party burst through the trees in the midst of the night; the sounds waking the villagers immediately. Mardre, who had been dozing in the chieftain's hut, barely had time to register the sounds coming from outside. The screams of terror and pain pierced the air as she reached for her master's short sword - the closest weapon to her. Her chieftain had warned her that if any raiders were to come through, she was not to fall to their hands, or be defiled in any way. As his property, while she served him willingly, he considered her sacred and refused to share her with anybody else. Wearing only her shift, and grasping the sword in her right hand, she reached across and shook her master, in an effort to rouse him.

  "My lord," she called to him, in a whispered scream. His skin was cold to the touch, and she recoiled in shock, as the door to his hut was forced open. Giant hands seized her by the shoulders, lifting her off the ground. This was her attacker's error - for Mardre's master had taught her to defend herself by all means necessary. After all, as her lord had drilled into the girl's head - she was sacred and no other may touch her without her lord's consent. While Mardre's attacker had only seized her by the shoulders, pinning her arms, and gripping so the sword fell from her hand, he failed to reckon with the rest of her flailing body, until she planted one sharp, swift kick to the man's groin.

  He grunted, and his grip eased, so that Mardre could writhe out from his hands, or so she thought. But as she turned, he had recovered enough to land a stinging blow across her face, cutting her across the eyebrow and nearly flinging her halfway across the hut. Her head rocking backwards, she managed to ease her eyes open, and was rewarded with her first glimpse of the invaders to her home.

  The man who had struck her was tall, like the dreaded Saxons of the tales she had heard, with dark waves that framed his cruel face. Well-muscled, she realised that if he had hit her any harder, he might well have killed her. Mardre, for all her restless beauty and strength drawn from the years of her master's instruction, was still a slight girl, barely out of her teens - only nineteen, and fully aware of the harsh and brutal capabilities of a man. As she struggled with her captor to reach for her blade, she gradually became very aware of her shift sliding off her shoulders, giving the stranger a modest view of the swell of her cleavage.

  "Get off me, you arrogant, ill-mannered barbaric swineherd!" she yelled as she struggled harder, determined to reach anything that would ensure she enter the next world undefiled. The dark-haired stranger just looked at her in amusement, even as she squirmed, trying desperately to reach the cruel dagger on his belt. But as she touched it, his hand struck her again, stunning her into stillness, and proceeded to rip her shift in half. The sound of the material being torn apart jerked her back into action, kicking her captor, and grasping the dagger at his side.

  "Touch me again, and I swear I'll cut your throat, " Mardre snarled. She was no longer frightened - only angry. A daughter to the gods and the chieftain's chosen, the villagers knew that Mardre's wrath was formidable for the slip of a girl that she was often described as. The dark haired man's companion laughed, and for the first time, she actually registered there were others in the small hut with
her. Reluctant to take her eyes off the one who had torn her shift, lest he attack her again, Mardre backed further towards the far wall, so that she could see the second man clearly. Fair hair, this one had, and while not as tall as his Saxon companion, he appeared every inch of intimidating muscle. The fair haired man spoke, addressing the dark haired fighter.

  "Loteil - it would seem you have a wild one on your hands; need you help to restrain her?" Mardre was no fool, and grasped the hilt of the dagger even tighter. She recognised the tone of undisguised lust, even though she didn't know what language they were speaking to each in. This didn't anger her further, but she did tremble. Without her master to step in, there was only so much she could fight with, before she was overcome by force. Instinctively, she turned the tip of the blade to the hollow at her neck, ready to plunge the length of the blade home. She knew it would be wiser to fall on the blade than let them take her.

  Laughing at her, they began to circle in and block any exits, ensuring she could see no way past them. She backed away from them anyway. The fair haired man lunged for her at the last second, knocking the dagger out of her hands, and forcing her down onto the ground, beside the cot where her master lay, gone from this world. Having watched his friend struggle with the girl before, he clamped down on her legs, ensuring she was unable to lash out with her feet. Loteil, the dark-haired man who had restrained her the first time, was in the process of undoing his breaches, revealing the size of his cock, before roughly shoving himself down her throat, as she had opened her mouth to shout further curses and insults.

  Mardre, who had never been taken so brutally, although being no stranger to pain, and the pleasure it can bring, started to cry softly, as she tried to breathe around the stranger's hard penis. She closed her eyes, praying to her mother, the goddess of vengence, to make it end soon. Never had she felt such shame. Unable to reach anything that would end this nightmare, she still attempted to thrash around, but in vain. Loteil shuddered, and thrust sharply into her mouth four times more, before coming deep into her throat.