Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  We both parted ways in the car park after checking out, but not before after another session of kissing. When I got home I had emails from her with the pictures and footage taken on the camera the night before. I watched videos of her mouth on my cock, my tongue on her clit, and my cock sliding in and out of her. I couldn't wait for what the next week at work would bring...

  The End.

  Moody Day

  Bill wasn't the most intellectual person on this earth. He makes mistakes the same as anyone...more so than some. But, he knew that he had enough brains to figure out why Eileen was so cranky today. It wasn't because she had started PMS or even her period, that was two weeks ago. He knew her well enough to know that wasn't it. But her sullen, edgy attitude since breakfast was not hard to miss. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he had better do something soon as she was getting more snappy as the day moved on.

  He had to think about what has happened today, or even last night, that would put her in such a bad mood. Did he do something that she was upset about? He had been her partner for nearly 9 years, and he knew what pushed her buttons. He had not thought of a thing that he did out of the ordinary. He tried putting an arm around her waist when she washed up the dishes at noon, like she did every day on the weekends, to keep them caught up. His way didn't suit her, she had told him years ago and that she didn't mind doing them. But, she pushed his arm off her well-shaped mid-section. OK, she didn't want touched. That was unusual, even when she's cramping from her period.

  Two o'clock rolled around, and Eileen just sat watching TV, not really showing interest, when he walked into the room. She didn't even look his way. He sat beside her on the couch anyway...not too close, nor at the opposite end. After a few awkward moments, he turned and said. "Is there something we need to talk about?" She just stared at the TV, but didn't say a thing until a couple of commercials went by. "Can you remember the last time you put your arm around me in bed?"

  "Ooooohhhh," he thought out loud. It was an immediate memory flash for Bill. Actually, what he remembered is that he could NOT remember the last time he had done that. It certainly was not intentional, but still, it was one of those daily life events that had gone by the wayside without notice...unnoticed by him anyway. "I suppose that if I were to cuddle you now it would not be a good thing, right?" She did not need to answer; her silence told volumes.

  So, he sat back and put his hands on his lap, not knowing what else to do with them, or any other part of his body for that matter. Besides the TV, the silence was maddening. He rose and headed for the kitchen to get a drink of iced tea. He poured it out, and sipped a few times, thinking over how he could smooth this one over without acting like an inept schoolboy. An idea came to mind. He walked back to the living room and sat beside her this time.

  "Let's take a drive and get out of here for a little bit." She didn't budge, but he wasn't going to give up. He set his glass down and stood up. Bill put out his right hand toward her, halfway bent over. She finally looked at him and took his hand. Instead of standing to meet him, she pulled him abruptly onto the couch. He caught himself with his knee on the couch. With one swift movement, Eileen lifted her head slightly and met his mouth with hers. Bill was not going to reject her, as she was an excellent kisser. Besides, if this was her answer to the problem, he was more than willing.

  Her kiss wasn't rushed into French, but it wasn't a quick peck either. Bill decided he should at least show some appreciation for her show of love. He brought his left hand up to the side of her face, with the ends of his fingers just under her hairline. She almost instantly opened her mouth and slid her tongue against his lips. His mouth fluidly opened in response to her probe. They kissed for several moments like that, until he sat down beside her. He became slightly more aggressive with her at this juncture, and she responded in like kind.

  Her right hand then rose to his chest and began rubbing lightly across the width of it. That made him feel wanted...needed...by her. He felt a jump in the heat of his passion for this lovely woman of his. Whatever animosity she had prior was gone by now. He felt more at ease with her. Bill began to caress the side of her face, even stroking it with the back of his fingers. He ran those fingers through her hair gently. Eileen, ran he hand up to his face and hair. Then she allowed her hand to slowly drop down to his stomach. She found the bottom edge of his T-shirt and put her hand inside. Her hand then went back up to his chest to feel the ever-so-slightly hairy man that she had loved for so many years...several before they actually moved in together.

  The feel of her soft hand against his chest incensed him further to a higher ecstasy. He lowered his hand from her face to her breasts. Oh they were so soft and full. She like wearing sheer bras because of the better feel against her flesh, but also to show her endowment to Bill. She even enjoyed watching other men squirm when they saw her nipples poke through whenever she was excited or chilled. But here and now, they were for Bill's enjoyment, and of course hers. He smoothed his hand across each breast, trying to give each equal attention. Her nipples immediately began to swell. Eileen began to breathe more deeply as he amply massaged her. He would stop only temporarily to tweak the nipples slightly before moving on to his constant rubbing of her chest.

  Eileen broke apart their lip embrace only long enough to start kissing his neck. She moved her lips around the entire area of his neckline. He raised his chin to allow her to do as she pleased. She stopped for a moment to suck lightly on his earlobe. His crotch region was seriously tingling now, and her attention to his lobes intensified that status. Bill then lowed his hand from her breasts to her hip that was opposite from him. He slid his hand half-way down her outer thigh and pulled it up and gently placed her knee between his legs. Bill then brought his hand up to her now-exposed, well-rounded ass. He rubbed it with a little more intensity and speed than what he had with her breasts.

  She brought her mouth back to his. She was now breathing quite heavily and quickly through her nose as she clamped her mouth over his. Both their mouths were as far open as they could go for more deeper tonguing. Bill squeezed long and hard on Eileen's ass cheek, then ran his fingers along the crack of it until he met her vaginal area. Here he rubbed here with the same certainty as he did with her derriere. She was so hot there, and he could feel dampness. She was as turned on as he. As if he couldn't tell by her hand and tongue actions already.

  Eileen now took both her hands and pushed Bill back on the couch so he was lying down. She put a leg on each side of his hips and straightened her legs so they were on the couch so she could start to grind her pubic area into his. He could now bring both hands to her fine ass and knead both buttocks. He also had a slightly better reach to her pussy, which was now wet through her jeans. Eileen lifted his shirt to the top his chest so she could give his nipples some oral attention. They were standing up pretty well, so she was able to get them into her mouth and suck hard without needing to excite them first. She moved from one to the other. The entire time, she ground her pussy against his now-hard cock. It was blissful, yet animalistic, for them both.

  Bill lifted the back of her shirt to access her bra to unhook it. He was successful with minor effort. He followed her bra strap to the sides of her chest and rubbed up and down the length of her body, then grabbed hold of her ribcage to push her up and off him. He sat up with her, not losing the intense lip-lock they had going. Then, Bill pushed her onto her back, with her head resting on the arm of the couch and the pillow that always laid there. Her lower legs were momentarily bent back, but he helped her straighten them out. Bill then lifted the front of Eileen's shirt and bra to expose her wonderful tits for him to feel their full nakedness. He broke from their hot kissing to lower his mouth to her super-hard nipples. He was able to suck hard, and even chew with his teeth, upon them. She sucked air through her teeth and released a low growl at this.

  Eileen lifted her chest to push her heaving tits more against his face, enticing him to suck even harder. It seemed to be a never-ending cycle. Bi
ll moved his right hand from her ass to her pussy in the front. He started rubbing it without giving consideration that it could hurt her. He knew she was not in any pain. She rotated her cunt hard against his hand, as well as shoving her tits more in his mouth, which couldn't happen as they were just too large for that. Eileen pulled Bill's shirt up, then when he dislodged his mouth from hers, over his head and off. She raised her left leg up to his hard crotch-flesh and held it there for his pleasure.

  Bill had enough. He raised himself from off her, then unfastened her pants. With one swift movement, he pulled off her jeans and panties. Bill unfastened his own pants and slid out of them while on his knees. His raging hard-on was wet with precum. She grabbed it with both hands, and sat up to cover it with her mouth. She moved her head back and forth, all the while sucking so that her cheeks drew in. She never pulled off him, but when she reached the end, she would keep the head in her mouth and would swirl her tongue around it several times while jacking him slowly but purposefully with her hands. Then, she would resume bobbing her head, taking every inch of his 8 on the down-strokes.

  He couldn't take any more of this without cumming in her mouth, which she wouldn't mind, but he knew she needed a good fucking. He gently held her head and pushed her off him. Bill laid her back down, and inserted his member into her extremely wet and hot love canal. It glided in with slight hesitation. God she was still so tight after all these years. Sometimes he didn't take enough notice of this fact, but he couldn't help it this time. Her pussy grabbed his cock as he massaged her from the inside. He fucked her solidly and slowly.

  She just relaxed and enjoyed Bill's cock moving in and out of her. He filled her just the right amount for her satisfaction. She could feel the tingling and tension building within her lower stomach and inner thighs. It wouldn't be long and she could be cumming. Just then, without warning, Eileen's body tightened and the full-body spasms began. Her legs wrapped around Bill's just under his ass. She locked her ankles and tried to pull every part of his being inside her, or so she wished.

  Feeling her hard pulsations around his cock made him last about 3 seconds before the involuntary emptying of his balls caused his sperm to begin filling her. It seemed that the more she convulsed, the more cum it drained from him. The joint orgasm of Bill and Eileen seemed to last a lifetime. If anyone had been watching a clock, these two came for 12 minutes! Orgasm ebbed much more slowly than it had arrived, and they relished in it. Neither moved for several minutes after the passion had ended. They allowed their breathing to return to some form of normalcy. Mostly, they were basking in the afterglow of their physical love. Their emotional love lasted much, much longer. Bill's erection was sustaining for quite some time, so there was no need to get up. The full feeling for them both was still going strong. Bill even considered starting his lovemaking again. But, he knew that this event was very satisfying for them. No need to go into disappointment if his member failed him after a few minutes, as has happened before.

  When Bill did move to get up, Eileen tightened her arm and leg grip on him, so he stayed right where he was. He didn't mind either. After a half-hour, he did get up, only to roll to the floor and take Eileen on top of him. She just needed some attention after feeling that she wasn't getting enough of it lately.

  They gently drifted off to sleep, sighing and cooing, with smiles on their faces.

  The End.

  Mechanic

  Jeremy heard the short toot of a horn and glanced out the window in time to see a petite blond give a wave as a red Porsche drove away in a cloud of dust. Ah, the desperate Miss Kendall, he thought, turning to the counter for her paperwork. Her dented little Honda was a far cry from the sporty car she'd just left.

  He watched her cross the lot to the shop door, taking the opportunity to appreciate the view. She was a little shorter than what he usually liked, but her curvy body was slender and compact and nicely displayed in a light gray suit. Her legs were well shaped and strapped into surprising blue heels. She was pretty – not gorgeous, but pretty enough to catch a man's eye and make him take a second look. As, obviously, Mr. Porsche had. He wondered briefly if Mr. Porsche was a friend or a lover. As the door chimed, he figured friend because if Jeremy had been her lover, he'd have stayed to make sure everything went okay.

  "Hello?" The woman had a light hesitant voice and it matched the one who had called earlier.

  Jeremy stepped into the lobby from the shop area and gave her a smile. "Miss Kendall?"

  "Oh! Oh, yes," she answered, starting in surprise. Up close, she was prettier, with wide blue eyes and skin the color of light pink roses. He felt a stirring and quickly tamped it down. "Thank you so much for waiting, Mr..."

  "Jeremy, ma'am," he knew his voice was curt, but his cock had started to ache and he didn't need this now. All he wanted was a beer and a baseball game and the sooner Miss Kendall picked up her Honda, the sooner he'd get what he wanted.

  "Thank you, Jeremy," she said, her eyes dropping as she looked away. Damn, she was a sensitive little thing, he thought as he moved to the counter and dropped her paperwork on top of the pile. He felt a bit like a heel for snapping at her.

  "Let's get you on your way," he softened his voice and she glanced back up at him. He opened the folder, shifted through the details and started to type in the computer, his body on alert as she leaned on the counter to peek at the papers. "Nice ride you got, by the way."

  "Ride? Oh, my baby?" she looked confused.

  She called it her baby? The Honda sported at least 4 dents that said she didn't take care of it like she should. "The Porsche," he clarified, "Friend?"

  "Oh! My boss," she blushed and he started fascinated by the rosy glow on her cheeks. And neck and...Jeremy pulled his eyes back up to her face. Evidently the boss was something more than a friend.

  "Nice car," he mumbled, dropping his eyes back to the paperwork. He read through the initial quote, noticing Miss Kendall was a Sophie. Somehow, that made his cock stand at attention. Sophie seemed so much more...pleasurable.

  "He was just being nice," she mumbled, "It's not like...I mean he's married...Why am I explaining this to you?" She pierced him with her eyes, which now glinted with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

  "Haven't a clue, Miss Kendall," Jeremy hid a smile. So the boss made a move on her.

  "I'm sorry...please call me Sophie," she gave him a small smile and a sigh, "It's been a long day."

  Jeremy finished entering the parts and clicked save. "So you said on the phone," he commented, clicking the print. The old dot matrix in the corner started to wheeze.

  "And I've made it a long day for you too," she sighed, "I'd say sorry again, except I really need my car back." She fiddled with her purse, looking at the counter.

  Jeremy sauntered over to collect the sheets from the printer. "No problem, sweetheart," he gave a shrug, then tore off the pages, "Wouldn't want you to have to be taken around in that Porsche."

  "He kissed me, okay," she fumed, glaring at him again, "Out of the blue, he kissed my cheek as I got in the car. It's not like I said or did anything. I mean, he's nice, but, God, he's married." Her voice trailed off and she blushed again, staring back at the purse as if she wanted to climb inside it. "I mean, I know his wife. She's nice. And I don't think of him..."

  Jeremy leaned on the counter. "Your car is ready," he said softly, "And you won't need another ride in his car." Oh God, the look she sent him had tears swimming in her eyes. "Look, let's get you settled here and then you can go home and relax. Maybe things won't be so bad in the morning." And please God don't cry here.

  She took a deep breath, which cad that he was, made his attention shift to the nice firm breasts lifting and settling. He forced his eyes back to the counter, searching frantically for a pen. He needed to get rid of Miss Sophie, her boss, and her baby Honda. He turned the paperwork towards her and offered the pen. Leaning forward, he caught a whiff of vanilla and spice and it stirred the budding lust inside him.

  "Total's 250 for
parts and labor," he said briskly, stepping back a little. Her face went pale.

  "I...Oh God," she stammered.

  Crap. He swore silently as he watched her fumble in her purse. "Look, Miss Kendall," he sighed, "How much were you expecting?" One benefit to being part owner was he could finagle things a little and not catch flack.

  "I've got it. I just need to write a...you don't take checks," her eyes were wide and frantic now. There was no reason he should be turned on by this. But he was. Part of his mind pointed out that he could trade a favor for a favor. Maybe she'd...He stopped the thought before his imagination could fill in the details.

  "I forgot to go by the ATM and get cash. The whole...I just forgot," she stammered again, "I don't have a credit card. I'm so sorry. I...just forgot." The teary eyes were back and he nearly groaned. He was torn between getting her out before she cried and getting her in bed as soon as he could.

  "No problem," he growled, "I'll take a check this once." Anything to get rid of her. He didn't need her tears and he certainly didn't need this erection. Beer and Baseball. The sooner she was gone, the sooner he'd get beer and baseball. No more picturing how she'd look with those barrettes gone from her tightly-controlled hair or wondering how that hollow at her throat that was pulsing would taste.

  "I'm so sorry..." she repeated, fumbling in her purse again.

  Jeremy dropped his hands to the counter with a loud noise and she jumped. Her eyes shot to his. "No more apologies. No more tears."

  "I'm...I don't know what you want me to do," she whispered, "I'm grateful that you've stayed late and you're risking your job taking my check because I screwed up."

  "I don't want grateful," he growled, "And I'm not risking my job. Don't worry about me." He leaned on the counter until their faces were close and he was eye-to-eye with her. "Worry about yourself and that over-sexed, mid-life crisis boss of yours." He saw her eyes dilate, the blue darkening. His blood began to heat under his skin, his pulse throbbing in his groin. "Write me a check, take your car and go home."