Climax Taboo Erotic Collection

by Kelly Fleming

  He knew that whatever he was going to do, he'd better do it while she was tied down and unable to stop him. Oh, yeah, he was going to fuck her ass. If she thought that the smacking she was getting was going to make it hard to sit, wait until he reamed her out.

  "Please stop, my ass hurts."

  "That's the point. It's supposed to hurt."

  "Can you take the clamps off my nipples? They're starting to hurt, too."

  Hm, interesting choice of words. Her nipples hurt too. Not just hurt, but hurt too, meaning that her ass hurt already. Nice. "Sure, that, I'll do." And he helped her to stand up. And he tightened the setscrews just a bit. She was shrugging and wiggling, trying to get them off, but all that did was make the weight of the clamps pull harder at her flesh. She looked so sexy, tied to his handiwork, with her nipples at attention and her ass glowing, also his handiwork. Just for good measure, he pulled them a bit. She cried out, biting her lip, her breasts swaying with her movements. He reached down and rubbed her clit, fast and hard, making her cum, making her pussy wet, even while she fought. She bucked, then sagged, and he moved from in front of her, bent her back over the bed, and buried his cock in her wetness. He pumped her hard and furious, reaching around to finger her clit again, bringing her to another orgasm.

  She couldn't believe what he was doing, and that her body didn't care. How her pussy could light up like a Christmas tree and flood her slit with her juices while her nipples ached and her ass burned was beyond her. They were sensitive before, the clamps being tight and rubbing on the bed, but now, now that he'd tightened them, they throbbed. Just wearing a bra tomorrow was going to be a chore and she hoped that they would not stay hard, poking through the material all day, giving men something to stare at while she talked with them.

  He was still fucking her pussy, now wet and loose enough to be comfortably tight when he pulled out. She was sopping wet from the two rapid, intense orgasms back to back. He slid two cupped fingers into her pussy, swirled it around to gather as much of her goo as they would hold, and dragged them upwards to her asshole. He buried his dick back in her cunt, making sure it was as wet as could be. Then he placed the head at her moistened asshole.

  "NO.'

  "Stop me."

  "NO, NO, NO."

  She was back to bucking around again, and no matter how firmly he grabbed her hips, it was hard to keep her still enough to get it in. Her asshole was wet, but unlike the few times before, she was not relaxed at all. He'd never fucked an unwilling ass. "We can do this the hard way or the harder way. I will fuck you in the ass tonight. I am going to shoot a hot load so deep in you that it will still be dripping out two days from now. If you thought your asscheeks made it hurt to sit, wait until I get finished reaming your asshole out."

  She stilled just a bit, her breathing heavy and erratic. "Just to be nice, I'm going to fuck your pussy once more and let you cum again. Make it work, honey, because the wetter your pussy gets my dick, the wetter it is when I cram it into your backdoor." He moved his cock from her tensed ass and thrust it into her pussy with one stroke. He fucked her mercilessly, reaching around to rub her clit. He rubbed as hard as he could, grinding her clit back into her flesh, mashing it into her G-spot. He picked up some of her cum and rubbed it on her asshole again, pushing his finger slightly in. He wanted to hurt her, not damage her, after all, he wanted to fuck that ass again after tonight, whether she wanted him to or not.

  When he felt her tremble and her pussy pulse again, he pulled his cock out and placed it at her unwilling star. He pushed, felt complete resistance. "Relax, or this is going to hurt even more than I want it to, baby." Felt it give slightly, pushed again, felt it open just a bit, and then buried his rod into her bowels in one thrust. Her shuddering cry was drowned out by the sensation of her white-hot asshole like a vice around his cock. After a few seconds, when the sensation was bearable, he looked at her, looking back at him with an indiscernible look on her face. There were tears on her cheeks, shiny streaks running down her face. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She looked like a fish out of water, gasping.

  He started pumping, feeding his meat to her ass repeatedly, never filling her so there was always room for one more thrust, like a glutton at a buffet. He pistoned in and out, grunting with the effort of shoving his cock into her, over and over again. He watched as her pink ring pulled outward on his outstroke and sunk back in, hiding, on the way in. To add insult to injury, he took the time to whack her on the ass again, making her cheeks as hot as her tunnel. He reached down on the instroke and pinched her clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Her pussy was still soaked, but that wasn't the hole he cared about right now. Occasionally, he heard her whisper, "Please" and nothing more.

  "I want you to think about this. I want you to think about this before you give me a dirty look next time: me, having you tied down, bent across the bed, with your asshole stretched out to dick-sized glory, about to be dripping with my hot cum, your asscheeks red and burning, and your nipples clamped and hurting. They are going to announce themselves all day tomorrow, and I imagine it won't be pleasant when they rub against your bra for eight hours. You think about what you look like right now, with no control, taking what I'm giving you, how I want you to have it."

  He continued to pound her asshole wide open, only their rhythmic breathing breaking the silence. When he couldn't hold it any longer, he shot off into her, filling her with his load. His dick was getting raw after fucking her ass with everything he had, so as soon as he was able to extract himself, he pulled out and lay across the bed. She was boneless, unable to move, tears silently running down her cheeks. He moved her enough to remove the clamps, her nipples holding the flattened shape with little ridges that matched the clamps. He untied her wrists, then her ankles, pushed the frame away and helped her lie down. She didn't say anything or do anything, just lay there in silence. A few minute later, she got up and limped her way to the bathroom, obviously nursing her pounded hole. He heard her groan when she sat on the toilet, her cheeks still beet red.

  He heard the shower running and she came out a while later, freshly washed and in her nightdress. She climbed into bed facing away from him and lay there in silence. He waited to see what she had to say; she couldn't have been too upset, she wasn't screaming at him or calling the police. He'd let her have the first word to see what she had to say without being colored by what he had to say. He heard her even breathing a while later and drifted off himself thinking that they'd have a lot to talk about tomorrow. He wondered if she was going to use her big words or not since they obviously didn't do her any good tonight.

  The End.

  Library

  Alex had been walking around the town for most part of the morning, just enjoying the weather and the accompanying Scottish scenery. Feeling tired and looking for some alternative, he was delighted to see the town library ahead. He always enjoyed sitting down and reading, science fiction and mysteries in particular and if they were books with collection of stories, he could sit down and read for quite a while before he did anything else. Taking a break from sightseeing, he walked into the library. Wandering around through the stacks of books, he noticed someone sitting at one of the desks with a laptop and moved towards her. As he stood beside her, he noticed her flaming hair, blue jeans, and a white tie up top, with some kind of intriguing pattern on it. He wasn't paying much attention to any of those because he was much more interested in the rise and fall of the curve of her breasts as she moved while typing.

  She noticed someone beside her and looked towards him, he sat beside her and asked what she was doing.

  "Writing", she said, smiling her dark green eyes. She found him to be a little older with locks of brown and grey hair, brown eyes and wearing beige pants with a black shirt.

  "What are you writing?" he asked moving closer looking at her screen.

  "I have a blog where I write erotic stories. I post new stories almost every day."

  "Erotic
stories, hmm?"

  "Yes. Here's my blog."

  She clicked open a browser window and a small picture of her in a sheer white dress popped up, and after a few more clicks a bunch of erotic photos and series of stories followed. As she scrolled down, he read the titles, "Elevator - Chapter 2", "The Cowboy and the Lady", "Blind Date".

  "Interesting ", he said. "Where do you get your ideas?"

  "Some are real, and some are made up, but I'm not going into detail", she smiled again.

  "I'm Alex", he said holding out his right hand.

  "Kat", she replied, taking his, and resting hers in it. He gripped her hand firmly, and shook, looking into her eyes. She could feel his gaze piercing her.

  "You look like you've been working up a sweat", she commented.

  "I decided to have a break from sightseeing, but couldn't realize earlier that the scenery was going to be just as good in the local library."

  She smiled at him again, letting go of his hand, her face reddening slightly. He wasn't the most handsome man in the world, but she felt warmth emanating from him. He moved a little closer and asked "What else do you do, besides writing?"

  She found herself opening up to him, talking about her college, her boring lecturers and her job at the museum. In turn, he smiled and discussed about his job as a being professor back home "giving out boring lectures", his love of travel, and details about some of the places he had been, or had yet to go. Almost an hour passed as they sat in the corner of the library and it felt comfortable. She asked him if he wanted to read one of her stories, and when he nodded, she opened one of her favourite stories for him and moved her laptop over. He became engrossed in it, scrolling down page by page slowly. He found himself shifting a bit when he came to the naughtier bits. When he finished it, she could see that his breathing was a little harder.

  "Did you like it?" she asked.

  "Very much so", he answered looking into her eyes again. "You know, this place doesn't seem too busy for a library."

  "Most people are outside somewhere, not sitting on computers in a library", she answered.

  "They don't know what they are missing", he responded, moving his hand over, touching hers lightly, tracing his finger up her bare arm. As she turned to him he moved his hands to hold her face giving her a kiss, his lips lightly brushing hers. "Cherry flavoured?" he asked.

  "Hmm", she replied, wrapping her hands around him, pulling him to her, kissing him hard and her hands roaming across his back. He moved his hands around her back too, pressing her to him and felt her breasts against him and her nipples hard as they brushed against the dual fabric of her top and his shirt. She let out a low moan. Still kissing her, his hand moved down between her legs, slowly tracing the space between her legs through her jeans. She shifted her legs, opening them up, giving him more room as he continued pushing his palm against her, cupping her sex, and rubbing her slowly through her jeans.

  She arched her back into his hand,

  "Mmmm... that feels wonderful", she said. She couldn't believe what she was doing in the middle of the day, none the less with a man who she had just met. As he was touching her through her jeans, she was getting wetter and she was more turned on just by thinking about what was happening.

  "Someone could see," she said in a breathless voice, trailing her hand up his leg.

  "Let them," he replied, unzipping her jeans and plunging his hand down them. She wore white lace briefs; "classy girl", he thought, cupping her through the lace, before sliding his hand under into her dripping hot cunt.

  "Mmmm...ohhh yes Alex," she moaned unzipping his jeans to repay the favour. She took him in her hand. He was already hot and hard. She started stroking him slowly, running her thumb over the tip, and spreading his pre-cum.

  "Oh... Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

  He slid a finger inside her, causing her to buck on his hand.

  "God you're so tight," he whispered bending to her ear and biting it turning her on even more.

  "Mmm yes I am," she said her eyes now closed.

  "Would you like another finger?" he said not giving her a chance to respond before shoving another finger in her.

  "Ahhh..."

  He stopped her screams with his hand over her mouth and she started stroking him faster than before.

  Her pussy was gushing now. She was close and he could feel her walls clenching around his fingers.

  "Let's add another shall we," he said hand still on her mouth, looking in her eyes. She shook her head no, but he wasn't listening; he was in charge now.

  Shoving another finger in her, he saw her eyes widen. She bit his palm, but then her eyes closed and her face glowed in ecstasy.

  "You like that don't you," he said thrusting his fingers in and out of her. "Tell me," he said taking his hand away.

  "Yes, don't stop...ohhh, please don't stop," she cried out.

  "Shh, I won't stop but you have to be quiet, we don't want to draw a crowd now, do we?" He said thinking about it, "Or do you? Is that what you want, someone to see me playing with your wet pussy? Someone to witness you cumming all over my hand, while I fuck you with my fingers, is that what you want you dirty little slut?"

  His words were turning her on more and more and she had to let go off him to hold onto the desk. "Oh God Alex make me cum please" she whispered.

  He twisted his wrist inside her, then pulled out and shoved all three fingers deep inside then rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  "Oh Fu..." he covered her mouth again, watched her eyes roll back in bliss. "That's right Kat let go."

  "Mmppphhh" was all he could hear as his hand was smothering her cries. He was still playing with her clit, wriggling his fingers inside.

  Kat had never felt such an orgasm. He wasn't stopping yet and her heart was racing. "I could die," was her last thought before another wave hit her.

  When she stopped bucking against his hand he pulled his fingers out and looking into her eyes, he licked them.

  "Mmm you taste exotic," he said smiling.

  Kat looked down and saw his dick still out of his pants and more swollen than before. She took him in her hand and started stroking him slowly. She bent over and took the tip of him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip and bent over further licking him from the tip to balls. She then took him to the back of her throat.

  "Oh yes Kat suck me," he said holding her head down to his lap as his ecstasy started to build up.

  Kat started sucking him faster and faster.

  "Oh. Fuck yes," he said feeling himself close soon. "God you're amazing," he said, wondering if anyone had ever felt this good going down on him.

  "You've sucked lots of cocks, haven't you slut!" He said pushing her head further down. He felt her gag and pulled back, but she didn't stop and her hand started playing with his balls.

  "I'm close baby... do you swallow?"

  She shook her head no. He grabbed her hair twisted it around his hand.

  "I'm cumming...argh," she went to pull back but he kept her there "Swallow Kat, swallow my cum"

  She didn't have a choice. He tasted salty, creamy, and hot and she swallowed till the only thing left in her mouth was his cock.

  "Mmmm good girl," he said patting her head.

  The End.

  The Inspection

  I was finishing wiping down the counters at the bar when he walked in. Immediately when I saw him my heart started to race and I felt the rush of color to my face. I had seen him at one of the tables earlier that evening, before the rest of the bar crowd left. I realized then that I had forgotten to lock the front door.

  "Sorry but we are closed," I said to him softly, trying not to make eye contact with him.

  A low chuckle escaped his lips as he watched me move around the bar, wiping down the counters and throwing remaining beer bottles in the trash.

  I glanced back over at him, his presence suddenly making me anxious. My eyes met his, though only for a moment, as his eyes slowly lowered nonchalantly
to look at the rest of my body. I thought about how I must look to him. I was sure I was blushing. I was wearing a black skirt that barely covered my ass, a white button down blouse and a simple pair of tennis shoes. After a few long, anxious moments for me his dark eyes met mine again. I tensed as I glanced over at my cell phone that was sitting on the counter. I was sure it was obvious to him how uneasy his presence made me.

  Again the same low chuckle came from his lips. "What's the matter pet? Don't recognize me?" he asked me in an amused voice.

  My eyes snapped back over to him, only one thought on my mind. I gasped as I quickly spun back around, realization hitting me.

  "Kneel," was all he said as he pointed to the tiled floor in front of him.

  I hesitated, still trying to accept that he was actually there. I took a deep breath as I looked over at him unsurely.

  "Now." he said sternly, raising his voice slightly.

  I gasped and quickly hurried to where he had pointed and took my position in front of him just like he had taught me. My back was straight, head slightly bowed, my hands were sitting palms lightly on my thighs, and my knees parted, revealing my pink thong.

  "Relax pet," he said gently to me as he placed one of his hands over one of mine. I hadn't realized that I was trembling. I glanced up at him and took a deep breath, nodding my head as I again took my eyes away from his.

  "Good girl," he said as his hand slid underneath my skirt, pushing my panties to the side. I felt his fingers slide across my clit and then parted my pussy lips sliding his fingers around my already moist flesh. I smiled slightly as I figured out what he was doing, thankful that I had remembered to shave that morning. He had always told me that he would inspect me to make sure that I was keeping myself smooth for him.