Climax Taboo Erotic Collection

by Kelly Fleming

  "Holy fuck, Annie, I'm gonna cum," I said, so she hopped off my cock and knelt in front of me.

  The first emission flopped out, thick and viscous and settled onto her chin just short of her opened mouth. The next one shot out with considerable force, catching both of us by surprise. It flew into the back of her throat and almost went down the wrong tube. She wretched, bringing it back into her mouth before it could enter her trachea. Most of the third and fourth ejaculations followed the path of the second, but this time she blocked them both with her tongue and allowed her mouth to slowly fill with cum. After the fifth and sixth I could no longer see her tongue under the pool of cum she cradled in her mouth. With her index finger she pushed the glob of semen on her chin up and over her lower lip and in to her mouth.

  I squeezed the last drops of cum onto her tongue and flopped down on the couch, spent. Her cheeks now bulged with the creamy goo as she closed her mouth slowly and carefully. With the most delightful twinkle in her eyes, Annie crawled up on the couch and knelt next to me. I watched her close her eyes, tilt her head back, suck her cheeks in, and swallow my load. She sat back on her heels licking her lips and scraping cum from her face and sucking it off her fingers. She was savoring every drop. She looked over at me to gauge my reaction.

  "You really do like cum, don't you?" I asked.

  With raised eyebrows, she shook her head enthusiastically.

  "I honestly think I'm addicted to it," she said smiling and looking down as if a bit embarrassed to have admitted it.

  I shouldn't have, but I took advantage of her momentary vulnerability to make a comment. It was meant to hurt. I was pissed that I had fallen in love with a slut and I wanted her to know that. But at the same time, I was hoping that I could shame her into entering into a monogamous relationship with me. I so wanted to have her for myself, to save her from herself.

  "So, who's cum tastes better, mine or Richard's?" I asked. I didn't smile when I said it. She stopped smiling too.

  "Oh, so he told you about that?" she asked quietly, sensing that the tone of my voice had changed.

  "Yeah, well, guys will do that, you know," I said in a belittling tone.

  She stared at me quietly for a few seconds, and then she looked down.

  "Well, I better get going," she said. "Things are beginning to get weird."

  I felt horrible. I watched her stand and walk back across the room to retrieve her dress.

  'God, she's got a big ass', I said to myself. 'I can't help it but I fucking love it and I love her.'

  "I'm really sorry," I said. "You were right. You told me not to fall in love with you."

  She put her dress on with her back to me and then turned to face me.

  "I'm sorry. I fell in love with you, and for a moment there I was acting all 'weird' as you said, but I'm cool now. I apologize."

  She still didn't say anything, but she did sit back down on the couch next to me to put on her shoes. I continued to try to honestly express my feelings without acting like the hurt lover who was now feeling sorry for himself. After my fumbling about for words, she leaned over and gently put her fingers over my lips.

  "Please, don't..." she said. "You're not making it any easier."

  I sat quietly and looked at her sad face. The tenderness with which she touched my lips caused all kinds of emotions to well up inside of me. I struggled to keep them at bay. I failed.

  "I love you," I said. I meant it.

  "I know," she said. "But I'm still a slut, and I always will be." She spoke the words almost defiantly. I sat quietly again, allowing the reality of what she'd said sink in.

  "Don't you ever worry about...," I stopped my question in mid-sentence. She looked at me as if she knew what I was going to ask.

  "Well, you fucked me without one too," she said answering me anyway. She had a point there. She put her left shoe on.

  "Will there ever be a time when..." Again, I stopped in mid-sentence.

  "I don't know, Mike. Right now, I like what I'm doing and I'm going to keep doing it until I decide not to," she said.

  I had the feeling she'd had this conversation with other men. She put her right shoe on and stood up, smoothing her dress over her round ass. My mind began to run a mile a minute. I began to think three moves ahead as if I were playing chess. Speed chess.

  "I want to see you again," I said boldly.

  She looked at me with a frown that said 'haven't you heard a word I've said to you?' I held her gaze with as earnest an expression as I could create. Eventually her frown turned into that twisted grin of hers, and she reached into her hand bag and pulled out her business card and a pen.

  "This is my cell," she said writing on the back.

  She handed it to me then bent down and gave me a big wet sloppy French kiss with lots of tongue that lasted maybe ten seconds. Annie then turned and walked out, leaving me to wonder why I wasn't grossed out by the taste of my own cum.

  The End.

  She Got a Shave and I Got Fucked!

  I cannot complain about my life with Linda: it is always fun and full of surprises ...

  Linda is very creative and imaginative. Our sex life is rich and Linda always comes with new ideas about how to make it even richer. You all remember her idea to have strapon sex in return for a short buzzcut. Since then, Linda is carrying with proud a number 2 buzzcut with a shaved nape.

  For me the price is to have strapon sex with her. I must admit that I like the deal. I got used to get fucked. I actually even enjoy it: the stimulation of the prostate leads to intensive orgasms. I also like the look of Linda with a buzzcut. She reminds me the actress Demi Moore in the film GI Jane. I also know that Linda likes to get the buzzcuts I give her. She says that the sensation of the clippers on her head is similar to a vibrator on her pussy.

  Anyways, one night after a long session of haircutting and strapon sex, Linda came up with a new idea:

  "Ed, have you ever considered a sex with a man?". I looked at her, absolutely shocked and asked: "Why? you know that I am not gay, not even bi". Linda smiled and said: "Well, I know that you are not gay, Ed, but I wondered whether you ever wanted to know how a real cock feels inside your bum". I actually thought about it many times and even got curios about anal sex between men. Does it hurt? it is fun? is it similar to strapon sex? how does it feel when someone cums inside you?

  Since Linda and I live many years together and we are so close to each other, I felt that I can tell her that I am actually curios about that, so I said:

  "Linda it is an interesting idea, but I do not know whether I can bring myself to actually doing it."

  Linda smiled and said:"Ed, to be honest, this is my new fantasy: I want to watch you get fucked by a man".

  I was a bit shocked by what Linda had said but before I managed to say something, she added: "If you'll let me watch it, I'll let you shave my head. I know that's your fantasy!"

  That was too much: Linda is willing to fulfil my ultimate fantasy and to shave her head! what should I do?

  Without thinking too much, I said "Fine". Linda smiled and said: "That's our new deal: I'll get shaved and you'll get fucked!".

  We started thinking about a candidate and Linda proposed Carlos, her office mate. Carlos was tall, big, muscular and black.

  He was also bi-sexual. Linda said that few times he told her that he thinks that I am handsome and that if I was gay he would love to have sex with me. Linda told him that he can forget about it: "Ed is not gay and his ass belongs to me!".

  But now things turned different. I always considered Carlos a sexy person and I knew that if I'll ever have anal sex with someone it will be with Carlos. So I agreed to the deal. I told Linda that she should tell Carlos that if he wants to fuck me there is a price that he has to pay: "I want to shave him bald as well".

  Linda told Carlos about the deal and he agreed immediately. Apparently he wanted my ass so much that he was willing to say bye bye to his long hair. We agreed on to meet on Saturday evening for dinner and a f
un session at our place.

  Saturday came. After a long morning, Linda proposed that she will prepare me by shaving by pubic area and my bum.

  She took the clippers and removed all the hair above my cock. She then removed all the hair from my butt.

  Finally she took a mach III razor and carefully shaved my balls, and my bum.

  I took the clippers and the razor and shaved her pussy carefully. We both looked like porn stars.

  At 7 O'clock sharp, Carlos arrived. We had a nice light dinner of Pizza and red wine and we all got ready for the big event.

  I suggested to have a shower together as a foreplay.

  We went to the bathroom and got undressed. We looked at each other and admired our bodies. The three of us looked so sexy.

  I then realized that I am in deep shit: Carlos has a big cock!

  Carlos got excited by Linda's shaved pussy and my circumcized cock. I told him that fucking Linda is not part of the deal but he can watch me fucking Linda. I fucked her doggie style while she sucked his huge black cock.

  We then turned to our bedroom. "Now let me shave you two. I would like you to be smooth and shiny like a baby's bum. Carlos you are first!".

  I took the clippers, removed the guard and without spending much time I started buzzing his long black hair from the middle of his head towards his nape. I left a wide pale strip in the middle of his head. Linda start laughing when she saw it. He looked funny indeed.

  Within five minutes Carlos was bald. I've applied some shaving cream on his head and shaved him carefully. I've added some baby oil on his head so it looked shiny and sexy. I wondered whether I should cum on his head, but I was too shy to ask him, since that was not part of the deal.

  Next was Linda. She already had a short buzzcut, so it was even easier to shave her. I took the guard-less clippers and shaved her like a sheep. Then, as I did with Carlos, I've added some shaving cream on her head. She looked so sexy, that I've almost exploded, but I managed to control myself.

  I've started to shave her carefully. As I did it a beautiful and sexy woman emerged. I realized that I cannot hold my cock for long anymore and I'll have to cum soon, so I asked Linda to give me a blow-job while I'm shaving her head. Linda agreed without hesitation. She sucked my lovely cut cock with a lot of enthusiasm.

  I was about to cum when I felt Carlos hands on my butt-chicks. He spread them firmly and gently pressed one of his fingers against my bum-hole. It was a nice feeling that I knew well: Linda did it to me many times before. But this time it was different, since it was my first gay experience. As Carlos reached my prostate I couldn't hold it anymore and exploded inside Linda's throat while pushing her bald slick and shiny head towards me. Linda swallowed every drop of my cum.

  We all rested a bit and drank some more wine. Carlos dick was rock hard and he proposed to move on. "I'd like to fuck your ass now". Well, a deal is a deal, so I had to agree. I wanted to lie on my back to see Carlos while he is fucking me but Linda and Carlos decided that he will fuck me doggie style. I obeyed.

  I was on my four. I asked Linda to lubricate my ass-hole. She lubricated both my hole and Carlos' cock. Linda wanted to watch my expressions so she stood near my face, while Carlos went behind me. He gently pressed the head of his cock against my bum-hole. I thought to myself: that's it. You are gonna be fucked right now. He gently inserted the head of his cock inside me. On the one hand it was warmer and nicer than Linda's dildo, but it was also wider and slightly more painful.

  Linda was looking at me, smiled and said: "Well Ed, you are being fucked by a man for the first time in your life. How does it feel? do you like it?". I smiled back and said: "It feels nice ..." As I said that, Carlos decided to insert his long and thick black dick inside me. He firmly press it and in one go he inserted all of it. It was painful and I thought that I am going to die. I am sure that I looked miserable and my face expressed pain but Linda seemed to enjoy it.

  Carlos started pumping his cock inside my ass. After a while I got used to his size and started enjoying it. Then Linda ordered me to lick her shaved pussy. "Lick it, you bitch!". I obeyed.

  The whole session lasted half an hour when finally Carlos had cum inside me. It was a strange feeling.

  I never had any cum inside my bum. I though about poor Linda who is anal fucked by me on a regular basis. I wondered whether she really likes it.

  Bald Linda seemed to be happy about the whole thing. She smiled and told bald Carlos: "Thank you. It was great fun. You are welcomed to fuck him anytime you wish!"

  The End.

  Heartless

  "Breakfast," you say casually, as if we're going out to eat, as if you're not standing here with your hands rudely shoved up my blouse, my bra askew, twisting my nipples so brutally hard that I'm on tiptoe, clutching your arm for support, eyes screwed shut, my entire body vibrating.

  You've reduced me to two piercing points of feeling. The pain is exquisite.

  It's all fun and games to you, toying with me, dangling me on the border of bliss and never letting me pass over.

  Last night you jammed a dildo in my pussy while you callously raped my ass, cruelly pulling out before I reached my peak, stifling my complaints with your swollen dick. I pleaded with you to let me swallow, but you withheld that prize, falling asleep without conscience, leaving me wanting, unable to sleep.

  When you woke this morning, your unjust cock rising with the sun, I thought you'd reward me. I more than deserved it. I had no qualms straddling you to take my rightful due. You owed me that.

  Presumptuous of me.

  Throwing me off, you made me pay for my mistake, confining me to the bed with my ankles trussed over my head. You were a machine, spanking my ass and thighs, my senses focused on your merciless gaze, the loud thwack of your hand, the heated tingle spreading in my flesh, warm and welcome at first, quickly becoming discomfort then outrage.

  You smacked me relentlessly until my skin darkened from red to purple and I writhed in torment, appalled at the sick kinks in both of us that brought us to this.

  When you untied my ankles I wailed as the blood rushed back to my feet, pins and needles prickling me as you spread me wide and attacked my bald pussy, hitting harder than ever, like beating a puddle given that I was dripping with the need to come.

  How arrogant and superior you are when I'm frenzied and raw, weeping tears of defeat, begging to be fucked.

  Of course you deprived me.

  You made me get dressed, supervising to stop me from touching myself. My panties were soaked the second I put them on. My thighs were tender, slicked and slippery. Now I have bed hair and a seeping wet spot on the back of my skirt, in no condition to leave the house, but you know that. You've no plans to take me anywhere.

  Releasing my nipples, you snap my bra back in place, the pain subsiding, the relief so intense I almost topple over.

  One look from you and I know what 'breakfast' means. I don't need to be told to get down on my knees; I'm automatically there, mouth open like a baby bird, a slut-faced blow-up doll. Once I aspired to be loved, but these days I'm resigned to being nothing but a cum receptacle.

  I've always savoured giving you head (one thing I truly die for), but somewhere along the line tenderness has been lost and I mourn for it. I want to taste you, I do, but it scares me that there'll be no sweet kiss at the end of it, no release for me. I wonder with more frequency lately why I let you abuse me.

  Shirt off, belt and pants open, you come to me exposed, erect, strong and dangerous.

  Every time I see you like this my doubts fade, my blood boils, and my juices flow.

  You're always thinking – the wheels turning on some deep thought - and you're the master of self-control. I live for the moments when your foundations shatter, when the voice in your head blanks to white noise, instinct overwhelming you. Only then do I feel that we're equals, that you're just as much at the mercy of your sex as I am.

  It's an intense turn-on for me, inciting you to that animal state, seeing
the unguarded hunger on your face when you forget everything except the pursuit of orgasm.

  Fisting my hair in your hands, you ram your cock between my lips, surging to the back of my throat, fast and punishing. I'm gagging, looking up into your eyes, tears streaming down my face. Feeding on my misery, you grow bigger in my mouth, backing me up until my head hits the wall. You hold me captive, slamming your cock into me over and over. All I can do is hold my throat open and suck harder, my tongue flickering over you, urging you to finish quickly.

  Body seizing, you pull out and pump yourself, spurting white hot fluid all over my face, deliberately missing my mouth. Wiping your priceless deposit off my cheek, I'm desperate to taste you, but your hand tightens around my wrist and you whip my fingers away, cleaning them off on my skirt.

  "Fuck you," I sputter. God damn you. I'm hurt, insulted, infuriated. You're lucky I don't jump up and plant my knee in your balls. I'm over it. I've had enough of your bullshit.

  Standing on wobbly legs I turn my back on you, stumbling towards the bathroom.

  You're right you know. Why would I want to swallow the cum of an iceberg, an unmoved, heartless pig? I'll wash you off, I'll scrub off every toxic drop, and if you ever try to face fuck me again, you'll get a guillotine of teeth. (Little do you know how much I'll suffer, far more than you, to be denied the taste and wonder of your cock in my mouth, at least, the way that I like it).

  "What did you say to me?"

  I freeze at the menace in your tone. I could repent but the damage is done, it's too late to take back my disrespect. I could bolt, but with the dead lock keys hidden, there's nowhere to run. A switch flips on in my head, a subconscious need to provoke you further. The more I push you, the hotter you get, the higher the chance that you'll lose your way and cave in to me, conceding me that elusive orgasm.

  Then there's the terrifying, yet alluring, possibility that one day your beatings will go too far. It's all part of the rush.

  Without looking at you, I reply, "What I said, was 'fuck you', but what I really meant to say was, fuck you, you cold-hearted, sadistic piece of shit." Put that mouthful in your Piecepipe and smoke it. I'll teach you for thinking I'm submissive.