Climax Taboo Erotic Collection

by Kelly Fleming

  "You better be good at giving blowjobs bitch, or else you'll pay," he said as he began sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. He grabbed my head and used it as leverage as he fucked my mouth. His cock grew harder and longer as he fucked me. As he continued to rape my mouth, the woman came up behind me and began playing with me. She ran her hands all over my ass, spanking me hard and then kissed the sting away. She teased my ass and my already wet slit.

  "You really like this, don't you, you fucking whore," she said as she felt my wetness with her fingers.

  I could only moan with his cock deep down my throat, but I wasn't sure if it was a yes or a no. She took my moan as a yes and began to lick my tight asshole. I moaned again and pushed my ass into her face. She reached her hand around and began to play with my swollen clit. She pinched, tweaked, and rolled my hard nub until I was whimpering and moaning wanting to cum. Her tongue speared my asshole and she began to fuck it. Her boyfriend pounded his cock harder and deeper down my throat as she fucked me in the ass with her tongue and played with my clit. A few minutes went by and I was cumming. My juices ran down my thighs and the woman licked it up. She then went over to her boyfriend and kissed him, making sure he tasted my sweet cum.

  Her boyfriend then withdrew his cock from my mouth and he came around behind me. He rubbed his cock up and down my dripping wet slit getting his cock nice and wet. He touched the tip of his cock to my asshole and I moaned. I felt him move away for an instant and then his cock drove deep into my womb. I cried out as his cock filled and stretched my tight pussy. He slowly began fucking me. He withdrew his cock until only the tip was left in me and then slammed his hips into my ass. I clenched onto the mattress as he pounded my pussy. From my reaction to his cock, he started to play with my asshole with his thumb. I moaned and pushed back into him. He picked up the rhythm as he began to fuck me at a faster pace.

  The woman came over and laid down and pulled my head towards her glistening pussy. I had never eaten a woman out before. I didn't know what to do. She pressed my face against her mound and I hesitantly and slowly began to lick her wet slit. Her moans of pleasure urged me on and I started eating her cunt like a madwoman. I licked her faster and her pussy became wetter. Her orgasm was building as she watched her boyfriend fuck me from behind. He was now fucking me deep and hard, almost to the point of pain. But the lust overrode the pain and soon I began to cum. I screamed into the woman's pussy as my orgasm began overtaking me. My cum squirted from my pussy all over the his huge cock and onto the mattress below. My body writhed in pleasure, sobs of lustful ecstasy resounded through the empty warehouse. When my orgasm subsided, the man withdrew his cock and the woman moved behind me and began to eat my sopping pussy. My cunt twitched with aftershocks of my orgasm.

  The woman's boyfriend came up behind her and rubbed his cock all over her ass and her wet slit. She moaned and begged him to fuck her as she ate my pussy. He rubbed his rock hard cock all over her wet mound and then thrust it inside her. She gasped into my cunt as he penetrated her deep. He began fucking her fast and hard. Her hand came around and she slid two fingers into my stretched pussy. I moaned with pleasure as her fingers probed me deep. Her tongue teased my clit mercilessly as she finger fucked me. Her boyfriend was moaning and talking dirty to her as he pistoned her like a wild stallion. The woman screamed as she began to cum again. She begged her boyfriend to fuck her harder and he gripped her hips as his cock drove deeper and deeper into her womb. Her cum ran all over his cock, down her legs and on top of my cum from earlier.

  Watching her boyfriend fuck her was like a very powerful aphrodisiac and I was ready to cum again. My pussy ached and throbbed from her finger fucking me and teasing my clit. She moved over and her boyfriend came up behind me again, this time rubbing his cock all over my asshole. The woman used her spit and my pussy juice to make sure it was wet enough. I was a little scared, I've never been anal fucked before. But I was also really turned on. And of course the lust, overrode the scared feelings. He slowly started sliding his cock into my ass. Inch by inch he slid it in until he was all the way in and then he began to fuck me. As he fucked my tight asshole the woman laid down and positioned herself underneath me and slid her fingers back into my dripping wet cunt. Her tongue flicked and teased my clit while her fingers fucked me hard.

  Soon after I began to cum. My screams of pleasure ripped through my body and echoed loudly through the warehouse. I begged him to fuck my ass harder and faster, not being able to get enough of his huge dick penetrating my ass. When my orgasm subsided, the woman moved out from underneath me and the man slid his huge cock from my ass and moved around to the front of me and thrust his cock into my eager mouth. He quickly began jerking off, telling me to take his cum. The woman knelt beside me, her mouth open awaiting her boyfriends hot jism. Soon he began to orgasm and his grunts of pleasure filled my ears with sweet music as his cum began to squirt all over our faces. Jet after jet, his cum hit me all over the face, his warm runny love juice covering me in the evident rageful lust. I licked as much as I could from my lips and the woman turned to me and kissed me. Tasting his and my own cum sent shivers down my body. I reveled in the muskiness of sex on my lips. She pulled away and smiled evilly.

  "Think about this Ms. Hotshot lawyer. Every time you win a big case. Every time you set a guilty man free. Every time you are celebrating a victory with your co-workers, this is going to happen. You are going to get raped, abused, and tortured sexually in every way imaginable. And you are going to like it. You like feeling helpless. You like not being able to get away and being at someone else's mercy. You like your ass and your cunt to be fucked hard and rough like the slut you are," she said and then my world went black.

  I woke the next morning in my own bed. I got up and was painfully reminded of last nights events by my aching body. My pussy was painfully sore and my ass felt like it was on fire. I walked to the living room and there was a box with a bow sitting on the table. I opened the box and there was a clit clamp and a butt plug with a note saying, "for the next time we meet..."

  I sighed. On the outside I didn't want this. But on the inside, I craved it. I needed it. I couldn't wait to win my next case.

  The End.

  Out of Control

  A makeshift frame, this was a spur of the moment thing. While she was at work, he cleaned the garage and found some PVC pipe, the primer and cement to glue it together, some pin hinges, and some zip ties. He measured as best he could, guessing at what he was building in relation to her size. She was short, only five foot, one-half inch, and in most cases couldn't reach upper shelves, or anything too far buried.

  He loved her, loved her dearly, but she was a cold one. Very smart, pretty, confident and confrontational, she brooked no argument and always got what she wanted. She was the master of their domain and he resented her for it. He had his moments of control, but it didn't take much for her to take him down. She knew all the big words and how to use them. She was very expressive, having mastered the "murder look". She was also proud of being vindictive, but only for a true wrong; nothing accidental or unintentionally mean fell in her path, but if you seriously fucked with her, she'd fuck you back and make sure you were scarred by it. Corporate types, lawyers, authority figures, none were immune. She had the disconcerting habit of looking you right in the eye, and for calling bullshit.

  She always said she won the gold medal in the Asshole Olympics. She didn't always laugh when she did.

  He loved to fuck her. Always tight, it was literally like fucking a virgin all the time. She got really wet and ready, but if she wasn't, lube was a complete necessity. Her clitoris was like a small strawberry, her lips were full and pink, her asshole a pinkish-brown, more pink than brown, and it was all waxed as smooth as a baby's butt. She even went so far as to wax it herself.

  She had a big ass. It didn't matter how much she weighed, her ass was big. She'd gone through some sizes during the years, from really nicely shaped to really overweight and back again. The one constan
t was her big ass. He loved to fuck her ass, and she let him a few times. The first time she was kinda drunk. She got funny when she drank, it was the only time she was sure to not be mean unless you purposely fucked with her. He started licking it, and knew that she pretended she didn't know what he was doing. She questioned him as in, "Gee, what are you doing? It sure feels good" and he'd just vaguely answered that he was licking on her. He'd attempt every now and then when they were fucking and she was in a good mood but she'd almost always say no even to him tonguing her a little bit. It was sad, really, because she loved it and he loved it, but it was a whole respect thing. A friend of hers had broken up with his girlfriend, and the girl was ragging on him, trying to make him feel bad. His parting shot was, "All that's okay because I got to fuck a whore in the ass."

  And that comment set her tone. Her thought was that if she admitted that she loved it hard in the ass, he would use it against her one day like her friend did his girlfriend. She didn't realize the difference was that he would love her no matter what she did. After all, if he could put up with the shit she put him through daily, reaming her rim was like eating the most amazing cake after a dinner of broken glass.

  So he put all those things together in his head and they gelled into this: a frame of PVC that would fit against the bed that he could strap her to. That he could bend her over on and spank her (something he thought she would love, but only got a dirty look for when suggested) or fuck her or do her ass. He got her a pair of nipple clamps years ago but never gave them to her. The time never seemed right, so they were still in the little velvet bag in the back of his top drawer. So he now had nipple clamps and a frame that had hinges on either side at waist height, lube and a hardon.

  She came home, did the whole evening thing, took a shower and sat down with a drink to watch some television. He made a point to be solicitous; getting her a couple of refills, making sure she had everything she needed. When she was relaxed, he told her he wanted to fuck her. She gave him a look that he wasn't sure how to read because of the booze. He took it as an opportunity to press on. He told her he wanted to do some special things to make her feel good, and that she could trust him. She giggled that she knew she could trust him, and he took that as a go.

  He got her into the bedroom and got her clothes off. Starting with a quick but thorough massage, he relaxed her further. Then he pulled the frame from the closet. She eyed it expectantly but questioningly at the same time. He told her he'd made it for her and really wanted her to try it out because he knew she would like it. She reluctantly let him tie her to the frame. The zip ties were too harsh, so he got some of her scarves and used those. He was surprised that she was letting him go so far, but maybe after being in control all the time, she needed something like this. He tied her ankles to the lower corners and her wrists to the top. The frame was actually a bit too wide, so her legs were spread more than he intended, but she seemed okay. He continued rubbing her body, keeping her comfortable. He asked if she was ready for something new, and at a nod, he got the clamps out.

  Standing in front of her, he bent and kissed her nipples, sucking and rubbing them until they were hard, swollen nubs. He pinched them and she arched toward him, groaning for more. Continuing to lick and suck the left one, he pinched the right until it would get no harder. Twisting to gauge the extent of what she could stand, he spun the setscrew on the clamp about halfway back and popped it on. It took her a few seconds to realize that it was no longer his fingers pinching her, and began to protest. He knew she loved her nipples played with while he was eating her because it was sensation in all the good spots, so, whispering, "Watch this", he went back to pinching the nipple with no clamp and with his free hand, free because of the clamp, stroked down her body and circled her clit with his thumb. "See the benefits of accessories?" he asked, and her response was a contented moan.

  He clamped the other nipple, still rubbing her clit, dipping his fingers into her wetness, and moved up to kiss her. He buried his tongue in her mouth, circling her own, the faint taste of alcohol still on her breath. He moved the frame to the side of the bed and released the catches to make it bend forward, her belly against the bar that ran across the middle. When she was comfortable on the bed with a pillow, he kneeled behind her and spread her cheeks. He licked her pussy, gently biting and pulling on her lips. He licked lower, sucking her clit making it harder and more swollen. Flattening his tongue against her clit, smoothing its texture, he licked her to orgasm. Her bucking was impeded by the frame, but it didn't stop him from licking her juices while she finished cumming.

  He moved to stand behind her and thrust his cock into her still pulsing, tight pussy, massaging her asscheeks at the same time. He kneaded the tender flesh, separating her cheeks to see her tiny, waiting rosebud. She loved when he fucked her, kind of hard but not ramming into her most times because of her smallness. He saved that for when he got her loosened with his fingers and wet enough to ramrod her pussy. He fucked her, fully thrusting in and out, pulling her back against him by her hips. The frame rattled but held firm; he supposed it was a pretty good job for a quickie. He raked his nails down her back, which was one of her favorite things. Not enough to draw blood, but always hard enough that he thought he was going to hurt her. It was why he thought she would like being spanked, the pleasure-pain the same as him leaving nail trails on her soft flesh. She groaned contentedly, arching and undulating her body to match his hands and his dick.

  He continued to fuck her, and slipped his finger into his mouth to wet it. He began rubbing it gently across her ass, ending up on her hole. She stopped moving for just a split second, and he felt the intake of breath that was going to precede the question 'what are you doing?' or the demand to stop. He shushed her, telling her that he knew she would like it and to stop him if she could, knowing she couldn't. A split second later, he was massaging it slowly into her ass. She strained a bit at her ties, realizing they weren't going to come loose and slumped to the bed, completely relaxed.

  He had his finger buried in her ass, twisting it while pumping in and out. All he was getting from her was "un, un, un" in time with his rhythm. He fucked her harder but not faster, her pussy loosening slightly, wet and slippery inside, her juices coating him. He didn't want to loosen her asshole because he wanted it tight around his cock. He was going to fuck her ass whether she wanted him to or not. She might be angry at first, but he almost didn't care about that because she made him angry all the time. He suddenly realized that he was getting satisfaction out of her being submissive for a change, and the fact that it was not her choice made his dick jump inside of her.

  He took his finger out of her ass, watching it twitch for a few seconds, and raked his nails down her asscheeks. She pushed back against him, moaning. He did it again, harder and got the same reaction. A few more times and he got bolder. He slapped her left asscheek then her right.

  "No, I don't want to be spanked."

  "Yes, you do."

  "No, I DON'T."

  "Too bad. Stop me if you can, If you can't, you're going to get what I want to give you."

  And he smacked her right asscheek. Hard.

  "Stop."

  "No." Smack.

  "Stop."

  "No." Harder smack. "Keep telling me no and watch what happens."

  "I said stop." She began straining at her ties, unable to undo them, the frame rattling but not coming apart. Extra glue will do that for you. Her straining turned him on even more, her ass bucking around in front of him, turning him on even more.

  He managed to get a few errant but hard slaps in, hitting her randomly across her ass, now taunting her. "I'm sure you know some bigger words than 'no' and 'stop' and I'm sure you'd use those words if you really wanted me to stop. She continued to move around, he continued to smack her asscheeks, harder and harder. Her cheeks were bright red and hot to the touch and still he continued. He'd smack her and then wait a bit, letting her think he was done, then start again. Sometimes if she moved too much he
got the back of her thigh, sometimes her hip, but mostly her ass. Watching the flesh ripple out from his touch had his cock so hard. He began stroking it while continuing to heat her ass. He looked at her face and saw tears in her eyes.

  "Please stop" she was begging now.

  "Nope. I'm going to make it hard for you to sit tomorrow. I want you to think of me every time you sit down and you have to wince because your ass still burns from my hand. I want you to stammer through explanations of why you can't sit down to talk to people, thinking about how your ass got spanked."

  Still pulling at her restraints, her legs splayed open too wide for comfort, the clamps keeping her nipples so hard and now, with her attempts to get away from his hands, rubbing them against the bed, making them harder and more sensitive. Her pleading was ineffective, but she couldn't give in. She didn't want this, wanted him to stop. Why he wouldn't, she had no idea. When she came home from work, deciding to have a drink to take the edge off of her busy life, she had intended to do just that. Apparently she was unaware of how much she'd had to drink. Where the hell had he gotten this frame? He said he built it, but she didn't remember seeing all this stuff in the garage. He was handy, but where he'd gotten this in his head was anyone's guess. Why the hell had she let herself be tied to it? So unlike her because she was never one to do stuff like this.

  He was good in bed, always fucking her just right. He loved to eat her pussy until she came all over his face, putting his fingers in her and rubbing her G-spot. He always wanted to fuck her, sometimes trying to get her ass. That was a no-no. Even the few times she did, she found it hard to look him in the eye the next day. He was, being a man, always in an ecstatic mood the day after that, but she knew the possibility was always there that she'd let him and he'd call her a whore or make fun of her for letting him plumb the depths of her ass. What was she supposed to do now? He was beating her ass, it hurt so much and she knew that she'd have trouble sitting down tomorrow. Her ass was on fire, she felt her flesh pulsing with the pain and heat and she couldn't get away. He'd pay for this, but that didn't help her now.