Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  I stroke faster, already aroused from the events of the art class and even more so from the fact that I'm pleasuring myself while Nell holds me. I can see her generous cleavage held in by her white cotton bra. I know it won't be long.

  "Here, do you want me to help you?"

  I nearly explode at her words. Of course, how could I say no? I merely nod, though, as if I'm not too excited about the proposition. Her hand reaches toward my rod and picks my hand from it. The sleeve of her blouse is unbuttoned, allowing the cuff to brush against me. She clicks her tongue and stands to remove the shirt. "Here, stand next to me."

  As I do so, she produces a bottle of lotion from her purse. She squirts some onto her open palm and holds it against the bottom of my shaft. The coldness of the lotion mixes with the warmth of her hand to create an incredible sensation. As her hand glides over my cock, I let out little moans. I think of how well she always seems to know me in our sessions. This is no different – her hand knows what my dick likes better than I do.

  "Am I doing it right for you?"

  "Oh, god, yes." As I answer, she moves in and pecks me on the lips. She hugs me and kisses me again. I let her tongue pass into my mouth while she holds my member still against her stomach. I'm too aroused to let her stop despite the feeling of our tongues touching. My hips thrust forward, fucking the ring her hand is making and rubbing against her stomach.

  When the kiss breaks, I rest my head on her shoulder. She continues to suckle on my neck. I look down her back, my hands reaching toward her skirt. I fiddle with the zipper. Is this it? Are we going to make love right here? Does she even like me? Is this still somehow part of the therapy?

  While I anguish over the situation, my hands subconsciously pull the zipper tab down. None of it matters. Her breasts are pressed into my chest, the warmth of her body envelops me, I can't stop thrusting against the soft skin of her hand and her stomach. I'm going to cum. I push her skirt down, desperate to to grab a forbidden part of her body.

  The garment drops to the floor. I squeeze her round cheeks, clad only in her white panties. She whispers in my ear, "You can feel me down there, if you want to."

  One of my hands reaches further, down her backside between her legs. The cloth of her panties feels more torrid the farther I go. Holy shit, she's enjoying this too. That realization, however, sets me off. I thrust against her one last time as my cock goes rigid.

  "Oh, fuck, yes!" I yell, squeezing her tight. My cock throbs against her stomach as I cling to her. Time seems suspended for those few seconds before I release. And then the torrent bursts forth. I jerk against her which pushes her back against a locker door. My hips wrench and I hear metallic bangs. Cum squirts up her stomach as well as mine. A wet sticky feeling grows with each spasm. I release a few final drops, then let out a gasp and fall back, spent.

  I look up at her. Her eyes are closed. She's standing against the locker in her underwear, her stomach covered in my juices. "Fuck, Nell. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

  She opens her eyes. "It's okay, Nate. It's fine, you did fine."

  "Here, let's find the bathroom." I take her hand and scan the room for the entrance to the bathroom. Once I find it, I pull her in that direction.

  She sighs. "I knew this would happen."

  "What?"

  "Erotic transference."

  "What's that?" I ask, pushing open the bathroom door.

  "Transference and counter-transference. You've developed feelings for me. And I've developed feelings for you. But they're very dangerous ones."

  "Huh?"

  "I don't love you, Nate." I feel crushed, even though I didn't expect that she actually had any romantic feelings for me. "Well, I do, but it's not normal love. It's like a motherly love."

  I rip a paper towel from the dispenser. I'm entirely confused at this point, so I instead concentrate on cleaning her stomach. I wipe a drop of semen off her before it soaks into her panties.

  "Thanks, Nate. What I'm saying is that I've developed a sort of parental affection toward you over the last few months. But it's not just that...it's a, well, a sexual attraction too."

  "Whuh?" I'm taken aback and fling the towel in surprise.

  "That's why I lied to you and showed up here today. Hell, that's why I suggested this in the first place. Here." She took a paper towel and dabbed the sticky spot on my stomach. "Look at yourself in the mirror. You are a handsome young man, and you shouldn't be so ashamed of your body. You got paid to model today. And you've got me all worked up over you. That should make it obvious that you're attractive."

  "I guess, I mean, I just never thought...."

  "That's why this is dangerous. It's a case of maternal erotic transference. I have all these protective feelings, and sexual ones at the same time. And young men can easily see their therapists as mother figures. I've taken care of your emotional needs – it's natural to develop an attachment."

  I shiver as she cleans off the tip of my softened member. I understand what she means, but I don't want to. I hold her against me. "But why does it have to be so complicated? If we have these feelings...."

  She smiles. "Complicated – I'm a psychiatrist, Nate. What did you expect?"

  "I, I do love you, though, Nell." Although she had figured that out, saying that for myself feels liberating.

  She puts her arms around my back, pulling me closer so that my head rests on her shoulder again. "That's the problem. All these different feelings mixing together. It's really dangerous." I wish she would stop using that word. "It's going to become something Oedipal. Something that's not healthy for you. And I'm a married woman, Nate."

  I pull the tie from her hair, causing her bun to fall apart. Her dark auburn locks splash over her back. I grab a clump and hold it to my face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

  "No, I should be sorry. I'm the one who's supposed to know what to do here." I feel a droplet hit my shoulder. She sniffs. "But you've got me so confused. We made so much progress. I got you to come to the class and help you face your fear. But what I did went too far. Now I'm afraid that I've hurt you – that I've trapped you. You can open yourself, sexually, around me, and that's helping you open up more than anything else has so far. But in the end it's going to hurt both of us. There's my husband, and I need to maintain a professional–"

  It's Nell's turn to pour herself out to me and I can't listen. I feel bad about it, but all I can do is run my fingers through her hair. All I can think about is how good it feels to hold her. All I can feel is her bare skin against mine. Lust returns to my loins and my member starts crawling up her stomach again. Our worries seem meaningless.

  I interrupt her stream of words. "Do you think we might be able to do it again? Just one more time?"

  "What?"

  "You know." I kiss her neck while I shift my hips back and forth a little.

  "Oh, Nate. I don't think this can happen. I don't know what to do. I think we have to stop seeing each other."

  "Nell?"

  "I don't think we – I don't think I can work through this. Look, I'll recommend you another therapist. And you can write to me if you want to, but I don't think we should see each other for a while."

  "But Nell..." I couldn't accept that I had lost her. The woman I had given all my troubles to. The woman who had put me in a situation that scared me to hell and made me like it. The woman who I had let touch me for the first time. "Please don't do this."

  "This is what I was afraid of, Nate."

  "Maybe just a little more time together." I press my hips against her. My hands run down her back, finding her ass once again. My erection pokes her stomach.

  "Nate!" She broke my hold and pushed me back. Seeing what I had just done, I realize she's right. "I'm going to go back to the locker room and get my purse. I'll give you the name of another therapist. And from now on, I want you to try to think of Bijou. I want you to have a healthy relationship. Please, be brave and ask her out, and try to forget about me."

 
Her eyes look as watery as mine feel. Her glasses are fogged up. I nod. She hugs me and gives me one last peck on the cheek. "I'm sorry."

  ---

  I sit in my room, looking at the canvas Nell had used. It shows that same crudeness as her portrait of Bijou. Even more so because I'm sitting on a stool, completely nude, displaying a prominent erection that has little white dribbles on it. I open the paper with a psychiatrist's name written on it, then crumple it and throw it against the wall.

  The End.

  Ten Inch Surprise

  Mark had met Linda innocently enough... on an Internet dating site. It was his eyes that caught her attention at first and she decided to send him an email, complimenting him. In reality, she was taken by his muscular build, tight abs, and dimpled smile. Much to her surprise, he wrote back. Over the next few weeks, their conversations became more in depth and personal, each person sharing their deepest feelings and fears. It was nice to have someone she could talk to again, especially someone as handsome and as cute as Mark.

  Linda was in her mid 30s but looked 28. She was going through a divorce and had a few kids but had a body of a fitness competitor. Mark was 35, single, and did not have kids. He was in great shape and had a large muscular physique. Being that they lived a state apart, they both knew there was probably little chance that they would ever meet, until the day Mark got word that there was going to be at a business meeting in her hometown! What luck!

  When he told her that he was going to be coming to her town, Linda was both excited and hesitant. She wanted to see him in person but was afraid. Linda had been with one man for about 10 years and though the thought of being with another man was tempting, especially one as romantic and sensual as Mark, she was still afraid. Mark gave her the phone number to his hotel and told her when he would be there, leaving it up to her.

  When he arrived at the hotel, Mark unpacked and started to freshen up. He was surprised to hear the phone ring. He answered it, not knowing whom to expect on the other end.

  "Hi," the voice he recognized as Linda's said.

  "Hi, I'm glad you called." Mark replied.

  "Look, I want to see you tonight" Linda demanded. "I will come to your room. Don't say anything because I don't want to change my mind. I will be there in a half and hour."

  "Ok, I can't wait to see you." Mark said.

  Linda hung up the phone. She put on her coat, picked up her keys and ran to her car. After taking a deep breath, she started the car and started to drive to Mark's hotel. She smiled to herself, thinking about his words and pictures he had sent. She hoped it wasn't all an act. Within 10 minutes she arrived. Her hands were sweating on the steering wheel and she wiped them on her skirt. As she got out of the car, she noticed one of the room doors open. There he was. He was wearing tight jeans, a gray sweater, and a sport coat. She swallowed deeply, the butterflies churning in her stomach. God, he looks so handsome, she thought.

  As she walked to him, she saw him smile and walk towards her. Without saying a word, he put his big muscular arms up and wrapped her up in them. His hug was firm and made her feel safe and warm. She could smell his cologne and laid her head on his shoulder, not wanting to let go. Mark pulled her close and rested his head against hers. Her perfume was intoxicating and he felt his whole body shake with her embrace.

  Linda pulled back and looked into Mark's deep blue eyes. They were warm and soothing. Without realizing it, they both felt themselves drawing closer until their lips just touched. They kissed softly at first, savoring the feel of each other. They, then began to kiss more passionately, their tongues gliding into each other's mouths, dancing an erotic dance only lovers know. Mark, realizing that they were in the parking lot of the hotel pulled Linda towards the room, breaking their kiss.

  He took her by the hand and led her to the room. She gasped audibly as she entered. Mark had lit candles all around the room and it glowed softly with a radiance that filled her heart with both lust and passion. As they kissed again, their hands began to wander. Linda felt Mark's hand caressing her back down to her tight ass, gripping it firmly and pulling her against him. She could feel his hardness against her and pushed back against him, moaning softly. Mark stepped back and removed his jacket. He smiled and removed his sweater revealing his muscular torso by the soft glow of the candles. Linda thought to herself how hot he looked. He reached down and began to unfasten his pants. She had thought about this moment and had assumed she would be the one performing this duty, but as he removed his clothing, she found it erotic just to watch him. She could feel the blood pumping through her nipples and could feel the wetness between her legs as he slowly stripped for her, smiling the entire time. She was taken back by the way she felt when she looked into his eyes. It was as if her heart was swimming in a lake of emotion and it was slowly going under.

  She stood and gazed upon his naked body and was amazed by his size. Mark had warned her he was well hung but she was still amazed by the length and thickness of his enormous cock. Linda had never experienced such a large penis as Marks. It hung from his crotch like a huge sausage hanging in a butchers shop. Mark laughed at the look of amazement on Linda's face. Then Linda began to remove her own clothing. She started with her pumps, sitting on the edge of the bed. She then reach under her skirt and began to roll down her stockings, but stopped, thinking it would be sexy to leave them on. Instead, she reached further up and removed her thong panties, spreading her legs slightly so he could see her. She could see Mark gulp and smile as he gazed upon her trimmed pussy as he began stroking his large cock. She then stood up and removed her top, leaving her bra. Feeling naughty, Linda pinched her nipples over her bra and moaned. She then reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

  "Are you ready for this?" She asked.

  Mark couldn't reply, but only nod his encouragement as his erection was now fully charged in his hands with 10 long inches. Linda gazed at Marks big dick standing at attention then turned around and unzipped her tight skirt. As she slid it down, she bent over, giving him full view of her full, swollen lips and glistening love hole. Stepping out of her skirt, she ran her right hand up the inside of her thigh and slide her finger inside her. Linda's pussy was completely soaked as she turned and put her finger in her mouth sucking off her juices. Mark walked to her and put his arms around her, holding her close to him. Linda grabbed Marks stiff cock for the first time. It felt wonderful in her hands as she continued to stroke his magnificent love pole. They could feel the warmth from each other's bodies against each other. When they kissed, their heated passion grew more intense.

  Mark laid Linda down on the bed and reached into the drawer next to it, pulling out a handkerchief. He folded it and moved slowly, as if asking for permission. As Linda raised her head, in compliance, he wrapped it over her eyes and tied it lightly behind her. She lay back down and waited. She began to feel his lips moving over her body, never in the same place. His lips caressed her thighs, calves, belly, arms, cheeks and lips. Linda suddenly felt something else, something softer. It began to move over her body in long trailing strokes that made her whole body shiver visibly. She spread her legs slightly as the object moved up the inside of her thigh and she felt it move ever so slowly over her lips and clit. She arched her hips into the object and moaned loudly as Mark continued to move the object over her. She then felt it moving up her belly to her breasts and over her erect nipples. The feeling as this soft object ran over them made her tremble. Then, without warning, she took a deep breath through her nose and smelled the unmistakable smell of a rose. Mark pulled her blindfold down and in his extended hand was a large, thorn less red rose.

  "For you," he said.

  She took the rose from his hand at set it on the table after smelling it deeply again. As she set the rose down she looked back to Mark finding him between her legs. His tongue began to glide along her legs upwards. It was so warm and wet that the though of it inside her almost made her cum. Linda spread her legs wider, pulling them ba
ck, but Mark grabbed her hands softly.

  "No, let me make you happy. Just relax and enjoy me loving you." He said, moving beside her legs, facing her hip. When he dared to look up at her, he knew he hadn't said anything wrong; but on the contrary, his words were exactly what she needed to hear.

  When she didn't feel anything right away, she wondered what he was doing but when she felt his finger slide inside her, she knew it was going to be something good. With his right hand, he began to rub her inside and with two fingers of that hand spread her pussy lips wide. His left hand rested on her trimmed pubic hair and pressed down firmly, he pulled back. As his tongue hit her, she realized that he had completely exposed her sensitive clit and she purred as he began to lick her softly. His tongue was magical and within minutes she felt herself ready to cum. Linda started to moan slightly as her breathing slowed to long shallow exhales. Her sighs of pleasure spurred Mark on to tongue Linda's pussy even faster. She began to buck her hips in rhythm with his movements and grasped his hair, pulling his mouth to her as she came. Linda's body tensed with passion as her muscles contracted and she came in waves. She could feel her juices running out of her down to her ass as she did. The feeling was incredible. Linda's body went limp after several minutes of intense pleasure. Her heart raced as she lay on the bed completely spent. Mark gives great head she thought to herself.

  "Mmm..." Mark said interrupting Linda's ecstasy. "Now you can pull your legs back."

  As if in a daze, she did as he requested, reaching inside her knees and pulling back to expose her ass and dripping pussy. She felt his tongue touch her ass and glide up to her clit. He began to alternate licking her ass and pussy, licking up all her juices. When he began to lick her clit again, she stopped him, wanting to give him pleasure as he had done for her.