Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  "But I'm only seeing red, not white?"

  "Ah, well, um..."

  "Oh, I see. The white is represented somewhere that can't be shared in a room full of people?"

  "Exactly."

  "Well, Sarah, it's just like I used to tell you about your writing in my classes. Don't be afraid to make your statement clearly, right up front. Trust me, that advice will always serve you well."

  "Oh, I do trust you, Jim. And even though the rest of the party doesn't need to see it, I'd be happy to show you the rest of my school colors."

  It was a gutsy move, and my heart was pounding in my chest, but I decided it was time to call his bluff. Either he actually wanted me, in which case the sooner the better, or he'd back off, and I'd return to celebrating with my fellow graduates. Fortunately for me, it was the former.

  "Really, is that so?"

  "Absolutely. After all, I've been searching for a way to thank you properly. If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have had the confidence to apply to the department in the first place, and now here I am, graduated!"

  "Well, if you think this is the best way, who am I to argue? My house isn't far from campus, shall we?"

  We said our goodbyes to colleagues and friends, taking different paths as we gradually mingled our way to the door and snuck out. We walked to Jim's car in the faculty parking lot behind the building, and I studied him during the brief ride to his house. He was a strikingly handsome man of just over six feet, with chiseled features, an athletic build, and a bit of gray hair just beginning to show his age, which I guessed to be mid-40s. As we pulled up to his house, I had to pinch myself to confirm that this encounter really was happening.

  We went into the house, and he promptly kicked off his shoes and made himself comfortable on the sofa, motioning for me to sit down next to him.

  "So, Sarah, where were we?"

  "I think I was sharing that the rest of my school colors are just a bit hidden."

  "Oh, that's right," he said, pretending to have forgotten, a mischievous smile on his face. "Perhaps you'd like to show me?"

  "It would be my pleasure," I said, climbing to my feet and standing before him. I turned so that my back was to him, and looked over my shoulder at him as I found the zipper on the back of my dress and pulled, slowly, slowly, until I was free enough to begin slithering out of the fabric. Before doing so, though, I turned to face him once again, and began a sultry dance, my hips moving back and forth as I watched the bulge grow in his slacks.

  I reached up to my shoulders to free my arms from the straps of the dress, and then gradually, inch by inch, pulled the dress down over my hips until it finally fell to the floor, where I stepped out of it and kicked it aside. I was now standing in front of him in my matching bra and panties - white cotton with red polka dots - and my red heels.

  "Like what you see?"

  "Oh, yeah, Sarah."

  I strutted around in front of him a bit more, showing off my perfect breasts and cute ass, before he finally reached up and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me down on top of him, and I began grinding on him as he kissed me passionately. His hard cock, still contained in his slacks, nonetheless pressed firmly against me, and I could already imagine how it would feel buried deep inside of me. I climbed back up off his lap, knelt between his knees on the floor in front of him, and set to work to free him from his slacks and boxers.

  I smiled as his stunning seven-inch cock sprang free, and eagerly took it into my hands and began licking the tip, as he relaxed with a sigh against the sofa. I gradually took more and more of his length into my mouth with each stroke, fondling his balls with both hands as he gathered my hair into his hands and began encouraging my motions.

  I sucked, stroked, and fondled him for several minutes more, varying my touch in response to his grip on my hair, and was overwhelmed by his stamina - most of the guys I'd been with would have cum already, and by now would have been wondering how long they had to cuddle before they could turn on the TV.

  I picked up my pace, hoping to bring him to climax, but soon felt Jim stop me, pulling me away.

  "Not so fast, Sarah. I'm thinking there's still one more lesson I can teach you."

  "Hmm?" I climbed up on the sofa once again, my big blue eyes looking deep into his, eager to learn what he might have in mind.

  "I can tell you're experienced, but I'm guessing you've yet to have a man bring you true pleasure."

  "Oh, I don't know..."

  "Trust me, if you had, you wouldn't be doubting it."

  "Um, OK?"

  "You do trust me, right Sarah?"

  "Of course, after everything you've done for me? Of course!"

  "Alright then."

  Already naked from the waist down, he now reached up and loosened his tie, pulling it off and tossing it to me. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside as well.

  "I don't suppose you know what I have in mind for that tie?"

  "Um, let's see..." I playfully tied it around my own neck, and he smiled as he took in the view, but then, looking deep into my eyes, "not quite. Here, follow me into the bedroom."

  We got up and walked down the hallway to his bedroom, complete with a king-sized bed with a beautiful wood frame. The folding closet doors which faced the bed were mirrored, giving the impression that the room was twice as big, with two beds filling it.

  "Go ahead and climb up there, Sarah. And give me back my tie."

  I did as I was told, and a moment later began to realize what he had in mind. He wanted to use his tie to, well, tie me up! I was filled with a mixture of emotions - excitement, yes, but also nervousness and uncertainty.

  "I see you've put two and two together, Sarah. Are you ready?"

  "Um, I'm not sure..."

  "I thought you said you trusted me."

  "Oh, I do, it's just that... well, I've never let anyone tie me up before. I'm not even sure I understand why people like to do it."

  "Don't lie to me, Sarah. I can tell by the flush of your cheeks that it excites you. Remember that time I talked to you about the fact that sometimes in life, you need to go with your passion, even if it scares you?"

  "Yes, of course."

  "Well, this is one of those moments. Trust me. I'll bring you pleasure like you've never experienced."

  I smiled, thought for a moment, and held out my hands to him, my wrists together, silently giving him my permission. He quickly bound my wrists together, then pushed my arms above my head, taking a moment to remove my bra and suck gently on each of my nipples before encouraging me to lie back on the bed, a pillow under my head, before connecting the other end of the tie to one of his bedposts.

  "Now, let's get rid of these panties."

  He tugged at my panties until they were free of my hips, and I was able to wriggle free of them, kicking them off the bed.

  "Spread your legs."

  I did as I was told, and he knelt between my legs, his fingers and tongue exploring my inner thighs, gradually working their way to my wet, hot pussy. I cried out in pleasure at the first touch of his tongue to my pussy lips, thinking from my previous experiences that this would be the extent of my pleasure. After all, most of the guys I'd been with figured they deserved a medal just for trying to make something happen 'down there'.

  But soon, I realized there was much more pleasure to come. Remembering the mirrors on his closet doors, I turned my head on the pillow to watch as he worked, his head buried between my legs. As I saw myself, my arms bound, my nipples erect, my hips writhing, my own image pushed me over the edge, an experience I'd never had before. I knew I was hot in the eyes of the guys who desired me, but now I was able to see my own pleasure, my own naughtiness, as it looked to them.

  Jim continued to work as I rode out my first orgasm, licking and sucking my clit as he pressed his fingers into my pussy. It wasn't long before I was approaching a second climax - another new experience for me - and this time I had the awareness to talk him through what I was feeling, encouraging
him with my voice since I couldn't direct him with my hands.

  "Yes, right there, that's it! Suck on my clit, oh, god yes, faster, faster, fuck my pussy with your fingers!"

  I bucked wildly beneath him as my second orgasm came. It took some time before I was once again aware of my surroundings, and when I finally looked up at him, Jim was kneeling between my legs, his cock standing at attention. I smiled invitingly, and he climbed towards me. I expected him to enter me right then, but first, he reached up above my head and untied the tie from the bed, and then from my wrists. As I pulled my arms down and felt the blood rush through them, he quickly flipped me over, slipped a pillow under my belly, and plunged into me from behind. I cried out at the incredible depth of this penetration, as he remained buried inside of me, unmoving, for several moments.

  Once I had adjusted to the fullness, he gradually started moving in and out, simultaneously pulling us both up onto our knees until we were in a traditional doggie-style position. He now began fucking me with abandon, panting with each stroke as I moaned beneath him. After a few minutes of this, I reached down and grabbed his balls, fondling them as he pounded into me, my pussy once again beginning to pulse with the beginnings of another orgasm.

  Before either of us came, he shifted our position once again. He laid down on his back, his head on the pillow, and I straddled his legs, facing away from him, and gradually lowered myself onto him. My hands returned to his balls, tickling and fondling as I rode him fast and furious.

  "Oh, god yes, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum again!!!"

  I continued bouncing up and down on him as I rode out the waves of my third orgasm, screaming in delight at this new level of pleasure. Soon, I felt him begin to approach his climax as well, and I climbed up off of him, turned to face him, and jacked him off until he covered my chest and face with a huge load of cum. As the hot, sticky goo dripped from my cheeks, my tits, even my hair, I smiled, my eyes meeting his once again.

  "You were right, trusting you is always a good policy."

  The End.

  Personality Plus

  I knew, when I asked Tom, "what does she look like?", and he answered to the effect that she had a "great personality", that Kiri would be fat. I knew it! It's a Universal code-word, and only an idiot doesn't know it. Right? But Tom is my oldest and best friend, and I gave him the benefit of doubt when he assured me that I would like her. So, I agreed to a blind date.

  The thought crossed my mind that if she was so great, why did she need to be fixed up? But then again, I was being fixed up, too, so I guess I didn't have much room to talk. So, what code words did Ellen (Tom's wife) use on her cousin Kiri, to describe me, to make me look like less of a loser? "Casual"? Slob! "Survived a bad marriage"? Burned-out divorcee! "Nice Guy"? Loser!

  Okay, so I wasn't in the best of spirits in those days. Maybe it would do me some good to get back out on the market. I decided I would make the best of things, and not let negative thinking get in the way of Kiri and I both having a good time. And who knows? Maybe she'd be a knockout. Maybe, even if she wasn't, we'd get along, and I'd make a friend. It was with this positive outlook that I set out to meet Kiri.

  I was to meet Tom, Ellen, and Kiri at a local bar, first, where we would have a couple of drinks, and then take a taxi to dinner. This, I suppose, was to give me, or Kiri for that matter, one last chance to bail out, before being stuck for the whole evening.

  Tom walked up to me, where I was standing at the bar. Ellen and Kiri were in the lady's room, so we went ahead to grab a table, and wait for them. Nervous as a cat, I sat and talked to Tom for what seemed like hours, before the ladies finally emerged from the washroom.

  My first glance confirmed my suspicions. She was, indeed, over-weight. I didn't let my expression betray my disappointment. I was determined not to be the shallow asshole that I was feeling like at that moment. Sure, she was a big woman, but that didn't mean she didn't have feelings, and I wasn't going to make her feel like shit for being bigger than average.

  Tom introduced us, and I smiled, shaking her hand. We sat and made small-talk while waiting for our server to take our drink order. Nothing deep, mind you. As I said; small-talk. But I started noticing something about Kiri. She did have a great personality! She was friendly, cheerful, and had intelligence and a sense of humor. Her laugh came easy and light, and it had a very pleasant timbre. She wasn't withdrawn and shy, and she didn't hide behind tent-like clothing. On the contrary; Kiri carried herself with a "fuck the world if they don't like my body" confidence, and when I started looking at her with more open eyes, I could see that she really was a knockout!

  Why didn't I see it when she first walked over to our table!? She had her beautiful long dark hair pulled back in a bun, with curly tendrils of it hanging loose, framing a very pretty face. Bright sparkling green eyes gazed right into mine, and her lips were full and red, with a hint of mischief behind her smile. And I started to see her, not as a "fat lady", but as a sexy, voluptuous woman!

  And it didn't hurt in the least that we seemed to have everything in common. Our music, our social and political beliefs, our hobbies; everything meshed perfectly! By the time dinner was over, we were laughing together like old friends, and we were holding hands in the cab on the way back to the bar to pick up our cars.

  I took Tom aside, when Kiri and Ellen went inside to the washroom, and thanked him most sincerely for setting up this evening. And at his suggestion, I offered to drive Kiri home. I was thrilled when she said yes.

  She invited me inside for coffee, when I walked her to her door, and I happily went in with her. We talked for hours, about everything from our childhood, to our favorite TV shows, to our hopeless dreams for the future.

  I glanced at my watch; three seventeen! Holy Crap! "I'm sorry I kept you up so long!" I apologized, opening the front door. "I guess I'd better get going."

  "No need to be sorry, John, I had a really nice time tonight. Or last night, rather," she grinned.

  "Me, too," I said, looking into her beautiful eyes. I shook her hand, and she held it just a moment too long. Leaning close to her, I placed a gentle lingering kiss on her lovely cheek.

  She shut her eyes, and drew me closer, wrapping her arms around me. My lips moved over hers, and I kissed her half-open mouth deeply, and hugged her tight. The hug turned into an embrace, and the kiss began to get more and more passionate. I pushed my tongue past her lips, probing her mouth, and caressing her back, my hands moving down over her beautiful, lush, round ass.

  Kiri broke the kiss, and I thought I'd screwed up somehow. That I was too forward, and that she was going to throw me out! But she didn't. Instead, she slammed and bolted the door, and jumped right back into my arms kissing me deeply. Her body felt so warm in my arms, and pressed against me like she was, she had to have felt the bulge rising in my jeans.

  Breaking the kiss again, she grabbed my hands, and pulled me down the hallway to her bedroom. God, I couldn't believe my luck! We started to tear at each other's clothing, our building passion making us impatient. Soon, I had her stripped down to her very sexy undies; a sheer black lacy, push-up bra, which strained with a mighty effort to hold back her huge tits, and matching panties. She knelt down in front of me, and pulling my boxers down and off, started kissing my hairy balls. It felt fantastic, and not just because this was the first time in I-don't-know-how-long I'd had a woman do this for me. She swirled her tongue over my testicles, and slid her hands up and down my legs. Running my fingers through her hair (which by now was loose, and flowing midway down her back), I moaned as she kissed all up and down my cockshaft. When she reached the tip, she took it between her lips, and sucked me deep into her mouth. She swallowed my cock down to the base, and it felt so good that my knees got weak. I had to sit on the bed, or risk falling on Kiri.

  She sucked my dick like she loved doing it, and she did it better than anyone I'd ever been with! Using her lips, her tongue, and yes, even her teeth, she made my body quake, and all too soon I was shudd
ering to a climax. I didn't want to cum yet, because I knew that would be it. I wouldn't be able to get it up again until morning, and I didn't want to wait that long to fuck Kiri. But, oh, it felt sooooo good! I couldn't bear to stop her, or pull out of her mouth! Every muscle in my body contracted, and thrusting my cock into her mouth as she sucked hard on it, I reached that moment of truth, and shot out white-hot passion, and she swallowed every drop of my cum!

  Breathing hard, I collapsed onto the bed, momentarily exhausted, and Kiri climbed on top of me, kissing me passionately. She kissed my neck and my chest, and licked my nipples with her friendly tongue. Kiri was horny, and she told me as much. And here I was, with my cock going limp. Useless. But I'm a practical, liberated guy. If my cock wasn't up to the task, then, by Heck, my tongue would take over!

  Starting at Kiri's fingertips, I kissed up her arm, and across her back, over her shoulders. I made my way down to her massive tits, kissing those fleshy love-pillows, and darting my tongue between them. Kiri sighed sexily, and I reached around and unhooked her bra, releasing her tremendous boobs from their bondage. I marveled as her melon-sized titties spilled forth, and I noted with some satisfaction that you don't get tits like these on a skinny woman! Taking a heavy breast in each hand, I squeezed gently, and as I suckled on her large nipples she sighed and pulled at my shaggy hair.

  I rolled her over, and kissed a trail down her back, over her wide sexy hips, and down to her delicious ass. I feasted on her ample buttocks, nibbling and kissing and licking them. She was getting hotter by the minute, and I was really looking forward to eating her sweet pussy.

  And Oh, it was sweet! Turning over onto her back again, Kiri spread her legs wide, and kneeling on the floor beside her bed, I slipped off her panties, and planted a light, loving kiss on her pussy lips. She shuddered at my touch, and whispered, "Oh, goddam, John, lick my pussy! Make me cum with your tongue!"

  I did just as I was asked. In fact, I made her cum with my tongue many times! I stopped counting after five, and just kept licking and licking! She tasted so good; I couldn't get enough! And every time she came, it was like we were discovering a new planet. She shouted my name, and screamed dirty words as she came in my face in wave after wave of sweet love-honey, and pressed her pussy to my face, bidding me to keep licking.