Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  He swore he could feel her tongue on the nape of his neck right before she removed the shirt and pulled his tee shirt over his head. She ran her fingers briefly over the massive muscles of his back before giving him a congratulatory rub of the shoulders.

  Cynthia was shrinking away from him, so Dr. Huttenlocker said, "I will make it easy for you, Cynthia. I will strap him to the chair so that he cannot move. He can't hurt you if he is strapped to a chair, now can he, Cynthia?"

  Cynthia nodded, so Dr. Huttenlocker whispered softly, "Just sit down in the leather chair and relax, Marvin."

  Marvin did as he was told. The leather felt cold against his naked ass and back. Dr. Huttenlocker placed each of his arms on the armrest of the chair and tightened the leather straps around his wrists. Then she tightened another leather band around his chest. Marvin was now strapped in the chair, unable to move anything except his legs.

  "Isn't he beautiful, Cynthia? Don't you want to feel his chest?"

  Dr. Huttenlocker placed Cynthia's trembling hand on Marvin's chest and slowly moved it over his naked pectoral muscles and abdomen.

  "Isn't the male body beautiful, Cynthia, when it is well taken care of?"

  Dr. Huttenlocker removed her hand from Cynthia's wrist, and the shy young woman continued to move her hand up and down Marvin's naked torso, all the while staring into his eyes with her own dark orbs. She seemed to sense Marvin's own fear and smiled at him.

  "I want you to take off his shoes and socks now, Cynthia. You can do it. He can't hurt you now."

  Cynthia seemed to need no coaxing and quickly bent to untie Marvin's shoes and peel his sock off his feet.

  "Now I want you to pull his pants off him, Cynthia."

  Again, the girl needed no further coaxing. She grabbed Marvin's jockey shorts and jeans and pulled them down his thighs, her face coming within inches of Marvin's rigid tool. He could feel her breath on his shaft as she yanked his trousers off of him. He arched himself upward to help her, his member nearly brushing her cheek as she pulled the pants down his calves and over his ankles.

  Now Marvin was fully naked, strapped helpless in the chair, both excited and anxious to see what would come next.

  "Why don't you show yourself to Marvin, Cynthia?"

  The timid girl shook her head vigorously and seemed to withdraw.

  "You have to get over your fears, Cynthia. You have to be able to show your body to a man. Marvin can't hurt you. You are perfectly safe. Are you embarrassed in front of me? Here, let me help you," Dr Huttenlocker said, as she slowly began to unbutton the front of her own dress.

  "I will show you that you do not need to be afraid to be naked in front of a man. Also, if I am naked, you will feel less uncomfortable being naked in front of me."

  Dr. Huttenlocker stepped out of her high heel shoes and let her dress and slip fall to the floor around her. Now she was wearing nothing but matching black bra and panties.

  Marvin made a wild guess that Dr Huttenlocker did most of her shopping at Victoria's Secret.

  The bra and panties soon joined the dress and slip on the floor next to Dr. Huttenlocker's shoes. Marvin could see quite clearly now that Dr. Huttenlocker was a natural blonde.

  "See Cynthia, I am not afraid to stand naked before Marvin. I know he will not hurt me. Cannot hurt me. Now you try."

  Cynthia shook her head. So Dr Huttenlocker said, "How about just your top, Cythnia? I know you feel about down there. You don't have to do anything about down there today. We have time. All the time in the world. But at least take off your top today. Make a first step."

  Cynthia gulped, nodded, then pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing a simple tan bra underneath.

  "That too," commanded Dr. Huttenlocker. Cynthia slowly reached behind her back to unhook the bra. She let it fall to the floor. Marvin saw that her breasts were small but full and firm, with rose-colored nipples.

  "Now, you have touched Marvin. I want you to let Marvin touch you. I want you to do this," Dr Huttenlocker said, as she climbed aboard Marvin's chair, straddling him. Marvin could feel the fur of her pubis as it pressed against his throbbing shaft. She moved to the side and placed the nipple of her right breast against Marvin's lips.

  "I want you to let him do this." she said as she pressed her breast into Marvin's mouth. "Suck it, Marvin," she said. "Suck it like a good little baby."

  Marvin sucked, like a very good, very hungry little baby.

  Dr. Huttenlocker moaned in pleasure. She seemed to be enjoying her work as much as Marvin was enjoying his. She rubbed her tit back and forth in his mouth before sliding over to offer Marvin the left breast, which he treated in the same fashion.

  "You can take pleasure from a man. You do not always have to be the one to give. Sex can be ecstasy, Cythnia. It doesn't have to be painful, the way it was for you." Dr Huttenlocker kissed Marvin on the cheek as she slid off him.

  "Now I want you to try," she told Cynthia. "After all, you are going to have to do this for your baby one day. Try it now. See how it feels. He can't hurt you. He can't grab you. He is strapped to a chair."

  Cynthia nodded and climbed aboard the chair, straddling Marvin, her denim jeans pressing against his naked balls. She lifted her left breast and placed it in Marvin's mouth.

  Marvin sensed that he should go more slowly than with the eager Dr. Huttonlocker, so he slowly traced his tongue around Cynthia's nipple, feeling it become erect in his mouth as he nibbled on it.

  He took more of Cynthia's breast in his mouth as she grabbed the top of the chair and pressed herself more tightly against him, rubbing her breast up and down in his mouth.

  She was soon moaning like Dr. Huttenlocker. Quickly she grabbed his head and forced his mouth over her other breast, riding him as though he were fucking her. The bare skin of her torso felt cool and soft against his own flesh, as she bounced on his lap and ground herself into him.

  "Very good, Cynthia. Very, very good. I think we can go even further than we thought today. I want you to try taking him in your mouth."

  Cynthia stopped in her rocking motion and looked fearfully at Dr. Huttenlocker. "I can't. I don't think I'm ready for that," she said.

  "I know what they made you do, Cynthia. But the act can be beautiful. Here, let me show you how."

  Cynthia climbed off Marvin, and Dr Huttlenlocker knelt before him, holding his aching organ up for examination with her thumb and index finger. "You have to lick them here, Cynthia," Dr. Huttenlocker said, indicating the underside of Marvin's shaft and the sensitive spot right beneath the helmet. If you lick them here, they are powerless. They will just lie back and let you work your will on them, even if they are not strapped down the way Marvin is. Here, I will show you."

  Dr Huttenlocker held Marvin's prick out for Cynthia's examination, as she licked up and down the length of it. "It is fun to lick their balls too. You can take them right in your mouth," she told Cynthia as she ran her tongue over Marvin's balls. She quickly took the right and then the left one in her mouth, sucking them and running her tongue over them.

  "Of course the most fun is to take them all the way inside, like this," she said, and she engulfed Marvin's prick in her mouth, her practiced tongue working its magic on Marvin. His whole body felt ready to explode. But he tried to save himself for Cynthia, despite the fact that this was the very first time a woman had ever taken him inside any part of her body. He knew Dr. Huttenlocker would want him to wait.

  He was thankful that he was in the hands of a trained professional. He did not explode in Dr. Huttenlocker's mouth as he feared he would. Dr. Huttenlocker finally took her mouth off of him and told Cynthia, "Of course the most delicious part is when they squirt in your mouth. It is so warm and yummy. But I want to save that for you. It is your turn now."

  Dr. Huttenlocker began rubbing Marvin's organ down with a damp cloth. "I am just cleaning him for you. Don't want you catching any colds from me. Of course, you don't have to worry about Marvin. He has been thoroughly tested for all re
levant diseases. You won't get anything from him. Now go ahead. I know you can do this, Cynthia."

  Cynthia knelt before Marvin, but looked back at Dr. Huttenlocker uncertainly.

  Dr. Huttenlocker came around behind Cynthia and placed her hands on the timid woman's shoulders.

  "I know what they made you do, Cynthia. I know what you must be feeling. But you can do this, Cynthia. You have to do this, or you'll never get better," Dr Huttenlocker whispered in Cynthia's ear.

  Dr. Huttenlocker's silky smooth blond tresses were now thoroughly mixed with Cynthia's scraggly dark hair and her breasts were pressed against Cythnia's naked back. Marvin could barely tell where one woman's body began and the other's ended.

  "Just take the tip in your mouth, Cynthia. I will be right here with you. He can't hurt you. He is strapped to the chair," Dr. Huttenlocker whispered, and Cynthia began to lower her head upon Marvin's upright prick. Marvin thought he saw Dr. Huttenlocker flick her tongue in the young woman's ear and then briefly take her earlobe into her mouth. Sexologists must have a fairly liberal code of professional ethics, Marvin thought.

  An electric charge seemed to go through Marvin's body as Cynthia lowered her mouth upon his organ. He was finally going to spend himself inside a woman's body, and he was glad that the first time was going to be with Cynthia. He felt her hurt, truly liked this young woman.

  "Now glide your way down him," Dr. Huttenlocker breathed, her tongue never leaving Cythnia's earlobe.

  Cynthia glided down him, and her breasts brushed against Marvin's naked thighs on the downstroke.

  "Again," said Dr Huttenlocker, and Cynthia plunged her mouth down on him again. Cynthia grabbed his throbbing organ with her right hand. He could feel her fingernails scratching their way down his shaft and over his balls as she began to bob up and down on his engorged prick.

  Cynthia seemed to really be getting into it now as she plunged up and down on his prick. Her right hand now enclosed his balls, which she squeezed intermittently as she sucked him. He could feel her sharp fingernails tracing their way around his balls, as she played with them like Rafael Nadal deciding which tennis ball to serve.

  She took her mouth off Marvin's prick for a minute, gave him a mischievous smile and then lowered her mouth to his balls, her tongue tracing their way around them as she took them in her mouth alternately and sucked them gently.

  Marvin wished he could reach down and stroke her hair, but his arms were strapped tightly to the chair.

  She slowly traced her tongue over the front of his balls, up his shaft and then plunged Marvin into her mouth once again.

  This time there was no gentleness as she sucked Marvin like a famished infant at its mother's breast and squeezed Marvin's balls in her right hand.

  Marvin arched into her as best he could in his shackled position, as Cynthia continued to move her mouth and tongue rapidly up and down his prick.

  Soon Dr. Huttenlocker was behind her again, resting her breasts against the girl's back protectively and licking her ear as the girl sucked more wildly on Marvin's prick.

  Finally, Marvin's whole body went taut, and his legs locked in muscular tension as he came in Cynthia's mouth in a torrent that was unlike anything he had ever experienced before his in life. He seemed to come forever, but Cynthia did not release him from her mouth until every drop was spent.

  She smiled at him when she finally came off him, his cum dripping from her cheek, and she looked at Dr. Huttenlocker and grinned. Both women laughed in delight.

  Marvin sank back in his chair, his body glowing from head to toe. And to think that his high school guidance counselor had told him that he would happiest in a career as a city planner.

  No, if he was certain of one thing in life, it was this. He had definitely made the right career choice at last.

  The End.

  A Tryst with Tera Patrick

  To state the obvious, Tera Patrick is an incredibly beautiful creature, and I own every one of her adult DVD's, and plenty of magazines she appeared in, plus pictures I downloaded from the internet. Fuck I have a Tera Patrick file in... Sorry I'm not letting know in where.

  So just imagine my excitement when my friend Bradley Scott got us invitations to a Hustler Convention that was taking place in a nearby city. All the top names in the adult film business were going to be there; Jessica Jaymes, Lela Star, Jenna Jameson, and of course Tera Patrick herself.

  I had spent the entire week trying to focus on my work as my mind went over the thought of seeing Mrs. Patrick (She is married but still does scenes with other actors) live. Every chance I got, I was on the internet and linked to her official site ogling at her naked flesh...

  Within a long, long month, the day had finally arrived. Brad and I were in the car making the two hour drive to where the show was going to be held.

  "You pack some condoms?" Brad asked.

  "Are you insane man, you think we gonna get it on with one of these girls? They get paid thousands of dollars to fuck studs with big pricks, average yahoo's like us don't stand a chance", I replied, I was infatuated, yes, but not fucking crazy.

  "Hey man, Sunny Leone is going to be there, and if I get the chance, my pale cock is gonna nail her, and I'll fuck her and she'll beg me to shoot her full of my spunk."

  We carried on our long drive chit chatting for most of the way, stopped for a light lunch then continued driving again.

  As we approached our destination we could see hundreds of cars parked up ahead, there was also a large banner with 'WELCOME TO HUSTLERS 35th PROMO CONVENTION' written across it in huge red letters. As we came up to the main gate, a huge guy with muscles that rivaled Arnie in his prime came and checked our tickets.

  "Welcome to the Hustler Promo guys, enjoy your afternoon", he said handing us two cards with different numbers we were to hang around our necks.

  "What's this?" Brad asked the guy; checking out his tag with the number 359 0n it and handing me mine.

  "There's a competition running, a number will be drawn and the guy who wears the number wins", he answered, "c'mon guys, lets keep it moving please, you're backing up traffic."

  Brad put the car in gear and drove in looking for parking.

  "What do you think the competition is about?" I asked.

  "Shit, how the hell should I know?" Brad smirked, "hey, unless it's that I get to bang Sunny Leone, I really don't give a fuck."

  "Probably some kind of hamper, or life time subscription to Hustler, or shit like that", I said, more to myself than to Brad.

  Brad parked the car and we got out and walked into the convention hall. The place was packed with a million people, well not really, but still, there were a lot of people (guys). In between the crowd were plenty of girls walking around, some topless, others fully nude. There were also plenty of bouncers the size of 'He-man' from the entrance, all packing 9mm Beretta's, their stern look warning that all we could do was look at the girls.

  From over the speaker system came the booming and familiar voice that I knew I knew from somewhere, I turned to look at the platform to see actor Woody Haralson greeting the audience.

  "Greetings, hi, hi, how you all doing. Welcome to Hustlers 35th annual convention..."

  "You guys know me, I'm Woody Haralson, and as you might know, I played Larry Flynt a few years ago in The People vs. Larry Flynt, so these big shots at Hustler thought it be cool if I could host there little shindig..."

  "You know I was like, what me, no man, I'm too good for that, I got morals and shit..."

  The crowd was bursting at the seams, obviously entertained by the designated host of the days invents.

  "No, hey, seriously though, I was honored to be asked to host this event, I mean I know the 'people'", he made the gesture in the air with two fingers, "they all saying Hustler is garbage and that it corrupts the minds and hearts, and the morality of America, but hey, we happy to show the violence, but the beauty of the female form we can't show? C'mon, guys..."

  "WTF, WT, fucking F, man?"
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br />   The crowd cheered at the logic that I recognized from the movie he mentioned, and started applauding.

  "Hey, but, c'mon, you guys are not here to hear me blabbing with my bullshit right? You're here to see the hot ladies, am I right?"

  The centre exploded in a ruckus of cheers, whistles and clapping. Everyone yelling the name of the adult star they wanted to see most.

  Music blared as the modals made their way on stage. First Jenna Jameson, followed by Tawny Roberts and Sunny Leone, all dressed in matching white tank tops with the Hustler logo in red on them, which sat above their navels and red G-strings. Brad went ecstatic putting his fingers in his mouth and whistling loudly then screaming out Sunny's name.

  The girls did a routine that saw them performing a little strip dancing act that was hot as hell, as they lost the items of clothing they thru it out into the crowd, and hey look, I like pussy as much as the next guy, but pushing my nose in the ladies knickers in view of everyone, c'mon man!

  Naked and exposed the girls swayed and moved their bodies to the lively music, touching themselves then each other in all the right places, their expressions making it hard to tell whether they were enjoying it or whether it was all part of the show; shit it wasn't like I cared, I mean fuck, I was horny as hell, my hard-on straining against the fabric of my briefs.

  After the music ended the girls blew kisses as they walked off the stage, and Woody came back on applauding.

  "Man, them girls are hot right?"

  More applauds.

  "But you know, ever so often a star comes along who really makes you turn and go wow..."

  "Now this modal is way more than just a beautiful face, she is a University graduate with a degree in microbiology, and was a modal for the fabulous Ford Agency. Coming into the adult industry, her striking Thai looks, and enthusiastic performance with her partners shot her to stardom and now, she owns her very own production company, Teravision Inc."

  "Gentlemen, and our few ladies out there, I give you the delectable and exotic porn queen, Tera Patrick."