Climax Taboo Erotic Collection

by Kelly Fleming

  "So how naughty do I have to be to get you to do that again?" I whisper mischievously in your ear once I can find the words to speak. Your exhausted chuckle against the side of my neck tells me we will be doing this again very soon.

  The End.

  The Belt

  It wasn't proving a successful, nor enjoyable evening. A sultry warm night, permeated with the sounds of everyone having a good time. They were enjoying it, but for me it was a washout.

  I'd never liked this town, having only moved here to be with the now ex-wife. But, it was home, for now at least and work was close by too.

  With the changes in the economy, changing wasn't likely any time soon so I may as well enjoy the summer whilst it lasts.

  The one benefit to drinking in the late evening summer sunshine though is not being holed up indoors. The rays radiated downwards, gradually created longer shadows as the piped music from indoors, some trashy 80's track I hardly remembered had the men and women of this town dancing.

  For me though, that wasn't to be the case. I never dance.

  Bored out of my skull and contemplating an early end to the evening, I shifted position to observe the car crash of an evening. And was I glad.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I captured sight of an alluring image. A woman, probably mid-20's and with a fine body came into sight. What did make me look though was just what she was trying to do.

  It was pretty clear she'd just been to the festival style outdoor toilets and was now struggling to fasten her belt around her slender midriff. Each time, she checked she had it the right way round, and, as sure as an octopus picking the right football scores, each time, it fell to the ground.

  Exasperation fell upon her face, now clearly becoming all the more frustrated by the troublesome leather strap and we briefly caught each others glance. A shy, timid smile confronted me, and as shy a response headed back her way from myself.

  But my brain was already working overtime. It'd been months since I'd felt the tender touch of a woman. Frantically my mind started working it's way through an opening phrase to attract her attention and perhaps stimulate some conversation.

  There was no need for words as I worked my way through the throng of laughing, chatting revellers. Right up behind her.

  She jumped a little as I took hold of her belt, by now cast aside on the table and slowly wrapped it around her slender torso. The smell of her perfume, her hair everything came and washed over me as I checked it wasn't too tight. There was no escape for the belt this time and, much to my relief it stayed firmly in place.

  As she turned to face me, that shy smile came back once more as she thanked me for my efforts.

  "And how's your evening, my knight in shining armour?" she mused.

  "Beltin'" I quickly quipped back, thankful that I'd not had to make the opening line, and the opportunity for humour had so easily presented itself to me.

  The ice was broken in those few, short moments and we chatted like old friends. In that time, I'd discovered that Jane was 26, lived nearby, was single and made it abundantly clear she was in the mood to party into the small hours.

  What I didn't realise, at that time, was just what kind of party she had in mind, but I soon realised that the invitation was extended solely to me and so, as those who had been there for much of the evening strolled off to the other clubs dotted around this town we were in the taxi queue hand in hand and gentle and tender stolen kisses, becoming more urgent in her desire.

  A few moments later, we stepped through the front door of her flat. A new-build on the outskirts of the centre. But I wasn't there to evaluate how nice her home was and she made that abundantly clear as she stumbled into my arms, rising up slightly once again as we kissed in each others arms.

  Taking my hand she took control of the situation, dragging me through her hallway and straight to her bedroom.

  "I'm not normally so forward but I really need to be fucked" she bluntly stated as she unbuttoned my shirt casting it aside on the floor.

  My hands worked there way to her belt, the same belt that had started this whole chain reaction of events off and as it landed with a metallic thud on her floor too, I lifted her dress off her to be presented with a body of perfection.

  A slim size 10, toned, and just a hint of a tan, a nice pair of 34C tits encased in a plain bra. That too was discarded and I gazed upon her rapidly stiffening nipples before she worked her way down my body, trailing kisses over my neck and chest as she unfastened my jeans and found that I was already hard. Ready, and prepared to give her what she needed.

  She hurriedly took my cock out and quickly licked up and down my shaft, easing out just a hint of pre-cum which she ravenously lapped up before engulfing its entirety leaving me balls deep inside her.

  As we collapsed in the bed, I slid my hand inside her thong, feeling how closely shaved she was, and most notably, how wet she had already become. Before long, we were both entirely naked, our hands roaming each others bodies as I kissed her neck and worked down to those fine breasts. I took her nipple in between my teeth and felt a gasp of pleasure arise from her lips as my fingers continued to work on her engorged clit and her breath became more ragged as she approached her orgasm.

  If there is one thing I enjoy, it's the taste of a woman, and my tongue ventured further down her body, again taking in the wondrous scent of her sex. It stroked gently against her and I groaned at how delightful she tasted. If the intoxication of the night was wearing off, it was replaced with another form and I thrashed my tongue wildly against her, lapping up more and more of her juices.

  By now her legs were wide apart allowing me unfettered access to her and I roughly inserted two fingers deep inside her curling up just enough to press just the right buttons.

  It was enough to send her over the edge as I felt her tense up and with an almighty roar she came hard. The sound only spurred me on and within what felt like only seconds her whole body shuddered and convulsed with the pleasures being pulsed through her body.

  "Don't just watch. Fuck me" she panted breathlessly.

  I moved up her body and looked her in the eyes. The look of pure lust overcame me. It had been so long for either of us, that much was apparent and I threw her legs over my shoulders as I thrust myself deep inside her.

  The amazing sensations of how hot she really was almost immediately sent me over the edge, barely able to hang on to any modicum of self-control. I knew if this was to last, and that's exactly what I wanted, I had to overcome the urges to wildly fuck this stunning creature of beauty and wild sex.

  Pulling almost all the way and then just edging myself in a couple of inches seemed to calm my desires somewhat although it was doing some amazing things to Jane as she panted and writhed more, pushing towards me forcing me to gradually bury myself deeper inside her pussy.

  The sounds of our rampant fucking permeated the room, two bodies connected as one as both our desires became more and more satisfied by each other and we surged and writhed against each other, each forward thrust plowing myself deeper within.

  The growing urges within me came back and the pace of both our movements and our erratic breathing became more frantic as she approached yet another orgasm. That was enough to throw me over the abyss, that all too familiar tingle surging from my balls to the base of my cock then out, deep inside her, filling her with my cum.

  Her tousled hair waving and a bead or three of sweat on her forehead we again looked into each others eyes recognising the enjoyment our encounter had given to both.

  "Wow" was the very best I could muster when I finally caught my breath.

  A wide grin, replacing the previously shy smile spread all over her face. "Now that was something" she replied.

  As we lay cuddled close in the early morning sunlight, weakly trying to fight its way through the curtains we both knew that our futures fight not be the same in the future.

  "That belt, we should frame it as a memento of the night" I suggested to her.

 
"A frame? I have far better uses for it" she winked back at me.

  "Now sleep. I've got plans for you in the morning."

  The End.

  Faux Control

  We'd set it up in advance...and had talked about it for months and months leading up to it. We had fashioned out the specifics, but she didn't know exactly which night of her three night hotel stay that I would be inside her room, waiting for her in the dark. I had a phrase to say, to let her know it was me when I forced myself on her, and even before she walked in I was tense with sexual anticipation.

  I spent my hour of time before she came in moving the two small rooms around slightly, rearranging chairs so that if she ended up being thrown there would be a clear path and she wouldn't risk hitting anything breakable. I moved lamps off of tables and took all of the bulbs out, tucking them away inside the mini-fridge to prevent anything serious from being broken. The drapes were half-pulled, and the lights inside were all turned off...the first signal to her that I'd be in the room, and only one of two.

  I spent most of the fifteen minutes of time waiting in the kitchenette area, slowly drinking a beer and keeping myself focused. I had a book, but my mind was far too entrenched in another place to focus on words on a page. Instead...I took care of myself once, quickly, so that the adrenaline and the heat of the moment wouldn't overtake me. I wanted this to last...a while. And, from what we'd been discussing...so did she.

  And time passed. As I waited there, clad in dark clothes with a hoodie pulled over my head, I checked the furniture one last time and then heard people walking in the hallways near the room. I slid silently into the kitchenette, so that the door would open and I could be concealed behind it, and I waited.

  A moment passed, silence held itself in the air...

  And then, quietly, the keycard reader on the door chirped its tone of delivery. My "victim" had arrived.

  I waited for the door to open fully, and kept myself motionless behind it. She stepped into the hotel room and turned toward the small closet area, one hand distractedly pushing the door shut as her shoulders lowered, beginning to slide her jacket off her body. I let a second pass for the door to fully shut, and then moved in behind her. One hand seized her jacket by the collar, twisting it and lifting up to pull her arms back and away from her body...and with my other I took her by the neck and pushed her against the wall in the small hallway.

  My body was beside hers, one arm lifting both of hers as they were trapped in the jacket, and the other firm around her neck. My voice was low, and my lips brushed against her ear as I spoke. "You've had this coming a long, long time..." Clue two. I pulled her jacket down, tearing it from her arms as she squirmed against me. I shifted to press my body fully against hers, punning her to the wall and letting her feel my arousal pressing firm against her, and took one of her arms that had been beginning to move to claw at my fingers and pulled it away from her body, splaying her against the wall as my teeth grazed her neck, my lips sucking hungrily at her skin.

  With my body pressing her against the wall my hand around her neck started sliding down her body...over her shoulder and to her side, squeezing one of her firm breasts as it was pressed against the wall, squeezing hard before I turned, throwing her body into the first real room of the hotel room. A sitting room, the couch and table were pushed out to the far walls...and she stumbled as I pushed her, falling to the ground and looking up at me as I started walking after her...my boots fading from a heavy thud from the linoleum of the kitchenette and hallway to a soft thump as I stood over her, pulling the hood off from my head.

  She tried to scramble away from me, rising up on her hands and knees then backing up...I reached down and took her by one ankle, after several misses I finally took her and grabbed firm, then tossed her leg aside, giving myself a good (if brief) view directly up her skirt and throwing her off balance so that I could pin her by sitting with my weight on her behind, pinning her to the carpet in the mostly bare room. Her legs flattened out under my weight and kicked against me, her hands seeking purchase as I reached down, pulling up at her thin shirt.

  I felt it start to give, and pulled harder. She let out a lusty moan as the material gave way under my hands, splitting at the seams as I pulled it against her body with my weight on top of it. She laid there for a moment in surprise, her chest heaving underneath my weight as I took in the sight of her firm body, the cream-colored bra she was wearing blending with her lightly tanned skin and providing an arousing thought as what was hiding under it. I slid up her resisting body, her plea's thick and laden with lusty moans as I did so, until my weight was on the small of her back with my thighs squeezing her upper body.

  Her arms kept reaching for me, trying to get hold...but with the way I was positioned she wasn't able to get good purchase on anything. I, however, given my position was able to reach behind myself...hands reaching blindly to pull at her skirt...fingers fumbling for the zipper blindly. Her hips were writhing underneath me, making it impossible to find the zipper for her skirt. I felt the track of it, but couldn't find the zipper itself, so I stilled her.

  My free hand reached up, caressing the soft skin of her neck for just a brief moment, before my fist found itself wound into her hair, pulling her head back sharply. Her body, the body of an athletic dancer...soft curves with strong muscle underneath it...bowed back and her breath caught at the sensation. With that brief moment, I grabbed a handful of her skirt and pulled it down hard, and with that, it came halfway down past her hips.

  She gasped again, and then twisted. Admittedly, I was quite off balance, and fell to the side in surprise as she tried to once more move away from me into the only other full room...and one with the beds and the large windows. And no other place to go. I let her get through the archway that led to the bedroom, and took a moment to stand and start walking after her, pulling my hoodie off and dropping it onto the couch as I passed. She came up to her feet, looking around the room that was only dimly lit from half-filtered light coming in from outside, and practically panted with anticipation before coming back into "the game" we were playing.

  Earlier, I slid the bed sideways, to open up more room in the middle of the area. All of the nightstands were against the wall and the simple armless chairs were pushed up against the windows, the drapes falling around their low backs. A brief moment to take all of that in, and she looked at me, shaking her head.

  "You're going to have to try a lot harder than that, if you want me...." Her voice was slow, each word measured to try and silence the trembling with arousal that came along with it. Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest heaving. I made it a point to avoid her face, focusing on her breasts as they rose and fell.

  "Doll...I haven't yet begun to try." Simple, a bit playful, but with the serious edge I put into my tone enough to keep her guessing.

  She moved to try and run past me, through the narrow doorway that separated the bedroom from the sitting room, hoping her momentum would make up for her smaller size.

  It didn't. I caught her with one arm around the waist, and with a deep grunt lifted her into the air. I pulled her around close to me, holding her body tight against mine as I started to walk her across the room. She writhed and flailed against me, trying to wriggle free from my grip, but I only squeezer her tighter to my body, pressing the air from her lungs for a brief second as I pushed her onto one of the chairs.

  She landed with legs on either side, sitting and facing the back of the chair...her view going to the city that lay out before and below us...and on my reflection in the glass standing behind her. I pushed closer, my legs straddling the chair behind hers and my body pushing her against it, bending her upper body forward so that she was pressed against the glass. One arm wrapped around the low back of the chair and I took hold, pinning her once more with my weight.

  A moment to lean down to her, my lips brushing against her ear once more, her head tossed back defiantly against me, her breathing more labored, half-formed exasperated words falling to near mute
whimpering as I trailed a rough line down the arch of her neck with my mouth, teeth nipping and biting at her shoulder as I sat. Pushing her roughly against the back of the chair, pinning her there with her legs spread, pressing against the soft fabric. My free hand traveled over her bare flesh, gripping and pinning one of her arms between my body and hers, and then the other one in turn so that she was practically helpless.

  She was pinned and may as well have been bound...her arms folded back and my weight capturing her into the chair, pressing her against the thick glass of her moderately high storied room. Most of her upper body was pressed against the cool glass, and my free hand began to travel over it, squeezing between skin and the barrier between us and the fall...groping roughly ay her breasts through the thin material of her bra, and then to the bra itself. My fingers found purchase between it and against her flesh, and I pulled it down, tearing the thin material away from the ribcage support, away from the underwire...leaving a single firm breast and arousal-hardened nipple to press flat to my hand, against the glass.

  Her protests were fading as I pushed against her, as I held her firm breasts tightly in my hand and began to whisper into her ear, my teeth and tongue passing skin lightly enough to make her question how close I really was. "Now this...this is where you start to get uncomfortable..."

  My hand left her chest, with a quickly suppressed moan of regret from her parted full lips, and to her hip, to the skirt that she had straightened previously. Nimble fingers found the zipper this time, and tore is down forcefully...letting the skirt split open and give me another look at the silken panties she had on underneath. Cream colored, like her bra...but thin and sheer...almost invisible against her skin. One sharp pull of the skirt now, and it was dropped behind us on the floor, leaving her there with nothing but her heels, half of her bra, and underwear so thin and sheer had she been standing up I would have been able to see exactly how aroused she was.