Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  The End.

  Turning the Tables

  I left you a note posted at the door stating: "Strip down naked and meet me in our back room." From the back room, I could hear you laugh as you read it, but I smiled and hoped you would comply. I heard you, first removing your shoes and letting them drop loudly on the floor. The ensuing silence made me think that you might be taunting me, but I let out a sigh as I heard you mumble something about your pants. I heard your foot steps coming closer to the door. As I watched the doorknob turn, the door opened slowly and soundlessly. I looked toward the door while staying in the shadows of the dark room. As you entered, I flipped a switch lighting the fire in the room.

  Seeing you standing there with the glow of the fire gleaming off your skin, I let out a small sigh of pleasure at your nearness. I stepped out from the shadows letting you see me fully. I wore my collar and a cup-less nightie, pasties covering my nipples from your view. My nightie extended only to my waist, leaving my black panties in full view. I returned your smile as your eyes ran over my outfit. I had my hair pulled up in a french twist with only a couple of loose curls flowing around my face. I moved to you and said:

  "Honey, you have dominated me and I have liked it. I will not be the same to you as you were to me. This experience will be different."

  I ran my fingers along your body, from your waist upward and slowly around your chest. My eyes took in your stature as you allowed me to study your body closely. My fingers reached your shoulders, and I came face to face with you:

  "I shall begin now."

  I took your hand in mine and led you to the far end of the room, letting you see my excitement to pleasure you differently. The walls of our back room were cinder blocks, unpainted and cold. I moved you to stand against one of them. I lowered the rope from above your head and tied your hands in firmly. I gave each of your hands a light kiss before I pulled on the other end of the rope and watched your arms slowly being raised above your head. I kept my eyes locked on your face as I made myself inaccessible to your masculine, normally tender hands.

  I bit my bottom lip nervously and tied off the rope slowly, making sure it would hold you as you struggled against my taunting. You shivered and struggled as your back touched the cold, hard wall. I smiled, concealing the pleasure I derived from your slight displeasure. I moved close to you again, looking into your eyes, letting you read my gaze to see how much I loved you. I kept my features soft, so you would know I was only going to pleasure you. Your manly scent was so arousing as I stood close to you.

  I kept within inches of you as I reached up and checked the bonds on your hands, making sure that they were secure. My breasts rubbed teasingly across your chest as I extended, and I smiled at you as I whispered,

  "Did you like the feel of my breasts?"

  You groaned an incoherent response before I went on.

  "Oh, that's right. You can't see my nipples and how delicious they look. You will have to earn that."

  I knelt down and clasped your ankles slightly apart, further restricting your motion. I stood up and looked at you:

  "I think I'll let you get used to this before moving forward."

  I left you alone for a couple minutes to let you grow used to the restraints. I sat and watched in full view of your eyes, assuring you that you would go through nothing without me. When you had adjusted to being restrained, I came over to you with my hands behind my back and looked at you with a wry smile:

  "I wish to pleasure you and drive you wild until you want me more than you've ever wanted anything. I do not wish to be a dominatrix but just a pleasure partner."

  I showed you the hand that held a silk feather from earlier. I smiled as you felt a tickle begin at your ankle, revealing that I have brought another one. I glided both feathers over your legs slowly, letting you feel their silky softness. I raised them over your thighs and hips, enjoying your efforts to hold still despite the slight tickles and growing pleasure. I dragged them over your chest slowly, skipping your manhood on purpose. I let them glide over your neck lightly, then over your face. I smiled and stepped back to look over your body once again.

  As I returned the feather to your inner thighs, I let it graze over your balls lightly, watching them tense with pleasure. I bit my bottom lip as I grew aroused from watching your reactions. I withdrew again, letting you relish the sensations I have given you.

  When I stepped back toward you, I held a mirror in front of you. You smiled in confusion, not quite understanding what I was going to use it for. I open my other hand, revealing a bright red stick of lipstick in it. I held the mirror and let you watch as I applied the lipstick to my plump soft lips.

  "I wish to mark your body with proof that I have caressed you all over," I said with a soft expression.

  I knelt before you as I began to kiss both your feet, leaving my lips' marking on both. I moved up your legs, kissing at sensitive areas where I wished to leave a mark of my affection. I traced up your inner thighs, stopping as I neared your manhood. Looking up at you with a playful smile, I kissed your tightening balls lightly, placing a bright smear of lipstick on them. I moved around your groin, feeling your body tense from the sensation of my lips caressing your skin. I shifted up your abs and over your chest, leaving little marks all along the way. I kissed your neck softly, letting my lips enjoy the sensitive spots on both its sides. I let out a small moan of pleasure as I felt you shudder from my tender caresses. I planted a kiss on both your cheeks before stepping back and admiring my handiwork -- your body covered with the residue of my soft lips. I paused again, allowing you to savor the pleasure you felt and to let it drive you wild.

  I smiled as I watched you and took pleasure in the face that you had not yet stopped me from teasing you. My hands behind my back, I took a step toward you again. I told you to close your eyes and tied a blindfold around them.

  "I will remove this in one moment."

  I let you hear me as I shuffled with some objects near you. You suddenly felt my warm hands around the tip of your aroused manhood, pushing something over the tip, causing pleasure as you felt its tightness. As it went down your shaft to rest at the base, it squeezed slightly around your thick shaft. My hands worked diligently around the bottom of your shaft. I stroked you while you became aware of another movement between the base of your shaft and your tightening balls. All of a sudden you heard a small humming sound and felt intense vibrations at that sensitive point. I let out a sigh, finally getting to see your body tense and release. I watched your massively hard manhood throb with pleasure from the sensation. Licking your nipples lightly, I left a trail of moisture on them with my little wet textured tongue.

  "I hope you like this taunting my love."

  I stepped back and admired you as you stood there, feeling the intense vibrations from the cock ring with vibrating bullet.

  "I will let you feel more intensity now," I said, and with that I turned up the remote to the maximum setting. I wanted you to feel the full intensity, and I wanted to touch you so badly now, to pleasure you even more.

  Somehow, I held back. I withdrew again, watching your body as I alternated between high and low settings on the vibrating cock ring. My own pleasure grew as I stood close to you and said:

  "You are not allowed to cum until later, my love."

  I turned down the vibrations to a low setting and moved around you again. I once again brought the feathers over your body, letting you feel them caressing your skin, as the cock ring pleasured your manhood. I looked down at your swollen shaft, your cock tip almost purple with intense arousal. I licked my lips as I bent over, tasting a drop of your precum.

  "I love your enjoyment juice very much, my love."

  With those words, I prepared to taunt you one final time. Still blindfolded, you felt something around your thick, throbbing mushroom tip, something utterly unfamiliar to you. It was warm and moist as it slid down your shaft, almost like my tenacious pussy. As you felt it sliding up and down your massively aroused membe
r, I leaned into you and kissed your neck lightly. I sucked on your skin and moaned softly into your ear as I pleasured you even more. When I felt you swelling with pleasure, I took off your blindfold and let you view everything I was doing to you. You saw the silicone pussy I was using to taunt your swollen manhood and the vibrating cock ring. I smirked at you as I took away the silicone pussy:

  "I think if I do anymore, it might push you over the edge, my love."

  Stepping away once again, I turned the vibrating cock ring on high. I reached to the rope and let your hands down slowly, then freed them from the bindings while you gave in to the intense vibration around your thick cock base and balls. As I knelt to remove your ankle clasps, I looked up at your throbbing member for a moment. I stood up before you as your equal again.

  "My love, how badly do you wish to ravish me?"

  I stared at you waiting for your reaction, my heart racing, not quite knowing what your response would be to my seductive, taunting ways. My body was still flush with arousal from observing your body undergoing all my taunting. My posture gradually took on the appearance of your sweet innocent lover once again. Looking into your eyes that flashed with fires of passion, I whispered:

  "I am yours."

  I rubbed my finger over the pasties that covered my nipples, and swayed slightly from my intense feelings as I awaited your response.

  The End.

  Gaining Experience

  CHAPTER 1

  Nicola Cox knew what women mean when they talked about someone 'having an affair' but had never contemplated committing adultery. Um not really.

  Occasionally seeing a guy smile at her in a certain way or seeing a guy's butt tighten under his pants when he lifted something had sent her thoughts into improper fancy, but that's all. The only guy she'd unzipped since her wedding was her husband Mick. Dreary Mick... oh for heaven's sake, where had that tag come from to contaminate her mind like that?

  The 41-year old fading blonde beauty whose looks were going and her hair now required very regular highlighting, grabbed her leather handbag that contained the accountants of the Bainbridge Hiking Club and went to Chloe's Cafe for a working lunch with the society's president, Dave Reed, a rather handsome divorcee.

  According to gossip Dave allegedly had had sexual relations with seven club members all aged less than thirty. No one apparently had seen him in action, apart from the recipient of course, so it was unclear how accurate the allegations were. Well Nicola had seen more than one new female member hanging in close to Dave but to her orderly and analytical mind that meant nothing beyond, um, hopefulness.

  She blushed when thinking why couldn't Dave take on an older woman like someone of say forty-one? Perhaps he did although she knew for sure it hadn't her.

  As usual Dave stood when she arrived and went to kiss Nicola on the cheek but she turned her cheek at the last moment and they lip kissed.

  His eye shot open.

  Nicola felt empowered and was delighted how easily it had been. Within the hour in all probability she'd be riding his cock.

  Yes in all probability. The reality was they parted outside the cafe, Dave giving her a funny look. She knew what that was about. She'd almost sat on his knee rather than maintaining the usual 'safe' gap between them and during the examination of the accounts she'd adjusted her bra straps twice, something she never did except in private. And once when she noticed Dave glance at the breast looming beside him she'd stroked it, just a quick brush, and for a moment was dismayed he to moved away slightly. In confusion she thoughts her breasts were okay to look at weren't they?

  Walking back to her office Nicola wondered what the hell had she been doing. She had no intention of laying the guy. Um she didn't? Suddenly she didn't know what to think and knew in her usually orderly mind the reason for this was she hadn't been working to a plan. Although Dave was forty-five he probably thought at her age she no longer had sex. Men thought like that, didn't they?

  She decided she'd call Dave and invite him to have sex with her. But when she entered her office where she operated as a sole practice as a public accountant, both of her assistants required her advice and the receptionist was waving urgent messages.

  Almost an hour later Nicola's phone went.

  "Hi it's Dave."

  Nicola's heart almost fell out of her chest.

  Oh god, he'd be chasing her for sex. She wouldn't know what to say. She had to say something. "Oh thanks for lunch."

  "You thanked me inside the cafe and out on the sidewalk?"

  "Oh did I?"

  He ignored that and said he'd found her behavior that day a little unusual, in fact quite scary.

  Oh for goodness sake, what was scary about her body? Her breasts had no more than usual sag and her pussy looked, as far as she could tell, almost cute. She shaved it regularly and her upper thighs remained firm.

  "Have I shocked you Nicola? Am I off course? I thought you might have been emotionally disturbed or something."

  Blood was racing through her, stiffening her breasts and engorging her pussy lips.

  "Nicola please say something."

  "I want sex Dave."

  There she'd said it and now would follow the rejection.

  But Dave was okay. He said he was hoping he'd not misinterpreted the situation. "I often think of shafting you Nicola."

  "What with a hand on your dick?"

  God was that her talking?

  She heard him laugh and say, "No but I will from now on in the understanding you'd not find that offensive but you must understand I find this scary because your husband is a police sergeant. I have no desire to have a .45 slug fired up my ass or whatever the police brutality squad do under orders."

  "You're being unduly pessimistic Dave. We would be too smart to be caught, wouldn't we?"

  "Enough of that Nicola. We are on the phone. Let's have lunch at Julie's Place tomorrow"

  "That boring cafe? Virtually only old people eat there."

  "Yes and it's the sort of place cops and their informants wouldn't eat at, isn't it?"

  Nicola's breath caught and she thought he really did have a sharp mind as well. As well as what she didn't think past that. "Brilliant Dave. One-fifteen tomorrow would be fine."

  Mick came home that evening smelling of a woman's perfume and that was not at all unusual. He said it was because he was in close contact as the arresting officer. He said later he was too tired for sex and that really made Nicola think. She felt like asking to see his genitals. If his scrotum had a deflated look that would tell her something. But she thought she didn't want her suspicion confirmed because what then?

  Dave was already at the restaurant and stood when she entered. They kissed and as she sat she asked could she feel his dick.

  "Christ Nicola, slow down. You're approaching this like a bull at a gate. Aren't you experienced in having affairs?"

  "No but I am experienced at sex?"

  "I should think you should be at your age."

  "Just how old do you think I am?"

  "Dave looked set to rattle of his estimate but hesitated, grinned and said thirty-six.

  She grinned and patted his hand and told him he was sweet.

  The waitress handed them a menu and took their drinks order. As they were studying the list of lunch options Dave appeared to be fidgeting but then she heard the familiar sound of a zip, although not the familiar sound of Dave's zip, and her toes curled.

  Oh god.

  He whispered from behind his menu, "You can feel it right now. Be hugely discreet and don't look as if you're stealing your mother's jewelry."

  Nicola felt under the table and truly though for a moment she had him by the wrist but then saw both of his hands were holding the menu.

  Oh god.

  She only meant to touch it but it was warm in her hand so she gave it a tug and then two more because Dave wheezed that was enough.

  "God you know how to get to a guy's heart baby," he said breathlessly.

  "Will you b
e able to get all that into me Dave?"

  "I'm sure I will because you are experienced. Tell me about your cunt?"

  At the mention of the c-word Nicola felt herself swooning.

  "It it's p-pretty," she stammered and that thought what a fool she was saying that. He'd now say he's never seen a pretty c-word and never would. Instead he said it always was a pleasure licking a beautiful c-word.

  Nicola was glad she was sitting down. God no wonder he was rutting all the women who caught his eye. Never had a guy spoken to her to this degree of intimacy. All women would adore him speaking about their c-word like this. Oh yeah? Well perhaps some would.

  As they were leaving the restaurant Nicola stopped and held up her lips to be kissed, because Dave's office was in the opposition direction to hers. He kissed her and then grabbed her hand and ran her across the street clear of approaching vehicles and straight into the lobby of a hotel.