Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  Jake quickly positioned himself on his knees behind Naomi's raised buttocks and entered her in one swift thrust. He groaned out his pleasure, as did she. Trying to pace himself, he pulled out slowly then entered her again, hard and deep. He retained the rhythm as long as he could stand. Looking into Chloe's eyes, dark with desire, he began ferociously fucking her sister. Chloe pulled and pinched her hardened nipples and breathed Jake's name. All the while Naomi moaned and groaned and tried to concentrate on bringing her twin to climax but the speed and strength behind Jake's thrusts was all too much. Naomi's pussy spasmed around his cock as she came with a scream. Jake pulled out of her drenched cunt and kissed her gently on her wet lips. She tasted of Chloe and Jake wanted that too bad to pass up the chance. He eased her out of the way and leaned into Chloe, inhaling her arousal. His cock ached and his balls throbbed, wanting the release he knew he'd only find in Chloe. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and suckled. "Oh Jake. I need your cock in me. Please....now." Chloe writhed on the sofa until Jake ceased his ministrations on her bosom. He sat on the sofa and Chloe straddled his hips. She took him into her hand to guide him into her hot, wet cunt. "I've wanted this for so long." Chloe admitted right before she impaled herself on his rod. They both groaned in ecstasy as his cock smoothly glided into her body. Grasping her hips, Jake raised and lowered Chloe to set the rhythm. Naomi reached in and took Chloe's chin between thumb and forefinger turning her face to the side for a passionate kiss. Seeing the sisters making out turned Jake on like nothing before and his pumping became more frantic. He took a hand off Chloe's hip and plunged two fingers deep into Naomi. She broke off of her twin's mouth with a gasp then aimed her mouth towards his. She then took turns making out with each her sister and Jake while he had his fingers pumping furiously in and out of her pussy.

  "Oh Jake! I'm going to come! Yeah, fuck this pussy!" Chloe's dirty mouth egged Jake on in a hip thrusting race he knew he'd lose. Concentrating to not blow his load inside Chloe's tight cunt, he withdrew his fingers from Naomi and worked her up and down on his shaft. He knew as soon as her body stiffened and she cried out his name, he was as good as done. As soon as the last of the spasms ceased, he roughly tossed Chloe to the side onto the couch, next to her twin.

  "Suck my cock. Now! One of you sluts is going to make me cum." Surprising even himself with the authority of his words, Jake was pleasantly surprised when both girls jumped to do his bidding. Chloe suckled his balls, pulling first one then the other into her warm mouth, while Naomi worked his shaft with her small hands and mouth. At his gentle urging hands, the girls switched places. Chloe was more tender than her sister. Her tongue lavished his dick from tip to base and back again. Keeping his hands on the backs of each of their heads, he urged Chloe in an up and down rhythm, keeping Naomi playing with his balls. Jake looked through hooded eyes down into Chloe's bright beautiful blues and he could see her smiling even with his 9 inch cock in her mouth. Her delicate hands gripped his buttocks and she slid a finger to tease his anus. Not having previously done this, Jake wasn't sure how to react but the sensations it caused were wonderful.

  As soon as Chloe eased a slender finger into Jake's hole, he came with a growl. It was the most intense orgasm of his life. He came and came and came some more into Chloe's eager mouth. She licked and sucked until his dick was flaccid. She then turned to Naomi and french kissed her, passing his cum from her mouth to her sisters then back again. When all his cum had been swallowed by the twins, the three of them collapsed breathless on the couch, Jake in the middle.

  With a girl snuggled into each side of him, Jake asked, "So Naomi, when are you visiting again?"

  The End.

  Just Relax

  "Just relax," the woman whispered, "The drug should be wearing off now but you shouldn't try to move much."

  Drug? What the hell? And that voice who was it?"

  "My name is Jennifer," the voice said, "You're in good hands, Richard, don't worry."

  His half-open eyes finally began to sharpen a little and he could make out a person sitting on a chair next to the bed. Dark hair and trim figure were the only details he could make out as he fought his eye-lids trying to close again. He wanted to ask her questions but the pull of sleep was too strong. He faded off once more into unconsciousness.

  A cool wash-cloth brought Rick out of his dreams. His eyes opened slowly, but without a fight this time. He looked up at the pretty young brunette tending to him.

  "Who are you?" he asked.

  "I'm Jennifer," she reminded him, "You've had a rough time so don't try to get up just yet."

  He grimaced as he realized his mouth was very dry. "What happened? Where am I?"

  "I've been watching over you," she said, "you're in our home."

  "How did I get here?"

  "My sisters and I brought you here." She said wringing out the wash cloth.

  "Sisters?" he said puzzled.

  "Yes, Richard my sisters Irene and Mindy brought you here. You'll meet them later if you wish." She stopped wiping his forehead with the cloth and leaned back.

  Even in his confused state, Rick recognized that she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. She looked around twenty-five years old and almost had to be a model or an actress.

  "You must be thirsty," she said, and he nodded. She smiled, "I'll be back in a moment."

  Jennifer was tall as well, and dressed in a conservative, black business dress. She closed the door behind her as she left.

  He took stock of his surroundings. The room was large and airy, with picture windows dominating two walls. Light, gauzy curtains weren't shear enough to see through but suffused the room in the yellow-red light from a setting sun. His sickbed was king size with a thick, yet surprisingly light, white comforter atop light-blue satin sheets. "Why am I here?"He forced himself to think back. He remembered his earlier awakening and inability to move he'd been certain he was going to die when his panic over-whelmed his lungs. He thought back further and remembered... something. There was a street. He'd been walking home. And something had happened. A girl no it was a woman. In an alley she called out to him. He turned and... Had he gone down the alley? His head was starting to hurt again; he couldn't remember what had happened then.

  Jennifer returned with a glass of water for him. "Drink up," she said, "you need it."

  He had no trouble obeying his dry mouth was grateful for the liquid. Odd taste to the water though...

  "You're looking much better," Jennifer said.

  "What happened...? I remember an alley and a girl..."

  "You were attacked," she said taking the glass and placing his arms back under the comforter.

  "Attacked? How and why and by whom?"

  Something like pain flickered across Jennifer's perfect features. "Someone came up behind you and stuck a needle into you." She said securing the sheets around him.

  "Why... Why would some...someone...," Rick was having trouble concentrating on the conversation. What she was saying was crazy. Rick had no enemies; everyone liked him. And it was scaring him and something was wrong. He'd been feeling strong up until just now.

  "Relax," Jennifer said, "you still need a bit more sleep. Just relax." Her voice was soothing and Rick let himself do as she instructed. He slipped back into a drugged sleep and stayed that way through the night.

  The End.

  Feeling Dirty

  She didn't want to go to the wedding. She didn't know the bride at all and the fact that she had been in school with the bride's mother did not help the situation. She was 4 days away from her 39th birthday and the more she tried not to think about it, the more nothing else seemed to matter. She spent the afternoon effectively alone. Typically, she did not feel old but somehow watching the young girls dance and frolic and generally throw themselves at the young boys made her heart ache. All she wanted was a man. She was not particular. He needed to have a penis and a set of car keys to get himself home. Was that too much to ask?

  An hour passed. The toa
st came and went as did a plate of chicken and tasteless gravy. It wasn't until the cake was being cut that she was finally approached. From behind her she heard a voice. She closed her eyes and made a wish. 'A young boy that needed teaching, a divorced dad that needed company.'

  She turned to find a ruddy complexion, grey hair, and a belly that pushed open his suit jacket. He mumbled something about dancing and asked a ridiculous question about her going to school with the bride. She asked if he had a room at the hotel. He said no. She told him to get one.

  His kiss was warm and dry and tasted of bourbon. All the better. He made quick work of undressing to an undershirt and a pair of boxer shorts. It was almost funny, she was in a movie and he was the ridiculous John. She was the desperate hooker pushed to the breaking point. Suddenly, it was better. Somehow it was hotter. She really thought she was being as slutty as she could get, but she was wrong.

  Suddenly she was not scraping the bottom of the barrel. Suddenly she wasn't the desperate old hag bedding the only man that would talk to her. She had been waiting for him to undress her, anticipating old fumbling hands struggling with the buttons running down the front of her dress. Instead she slipped around the bed. She remembered the kitten routine she had played as a girl. She licked her lips. She undid the buttons herself slowly. He hung on every movement.

  She crawled to the end of the bed. She should have been nervous but he looked so ridiculous how could she be? "Do I get to see Mr. Winky?" Did that really come out of her mouth?

  She pulled him to her and pulled down the silly half boxers. Okay, here was a challenge. Sure, she hadn't been with a lot of men, and sure she was no MTV sex goddess but truthfully, was he just not turned on by her. He wasn't uncooked bacon but he was somewhere between hamloaf and wilted vegetables...

  "What's wrong, baby? Doesn't he like me?"

  "Oh.. He likes you! He likes you!" he reached for it himself yanking on it. Jiggling it up and down.

  "Poor Mr. Winky, Do you think he's like me to suck him."

  "Oh! Yes! Yes he would."

  She slipped his limp member into her mouth. Sucking it, it started to move. She reached around to his ass, it was fat and shapeless. She pinched it and the cock started to come to life. "Oh, there we go. He's so fat! Don't choke me!" she cooed at him. It helped to keep her from laughing.

  She lost herself in the moment. Somehow she let everything slip from her mind. She licked, she sucked. She worked the short fat cock between her lips. It was gross. It was dirty and naughty. She wasn't just "fucking some guy." She was sucking off a stranger. She was a dirty little slut and he was coming.

  "Oh, don't do that." She said and squeezed the small cock.

  He whimpered like a dog.

  "Don't you want to fuck me?" Puppy dog eyes.

  He whimpered again.

  "Do you want to take me from behind? My pussy is sooo wet for you!"

  Again, the whimper, but she pretended she didn't hear. She climbed onto the bed on all fours. "Do you like my ass?" He was rubbing her. She reached between her legs and slid her fingers over herself. She was surprised by how ready she was. She felt him slide a fat finger into her. She took it easily. Such a dirty little slut. His fingers were clumsy but it didn't matter. He poked at her pussy and she buried her face into the bedspread.

  She moaned for him. She coaxed him on. "Oh like that, baby. Make me cum!" and he worked his fingers faster. She thought of how it looked. Her ass in the air, a fat old man stabbing his finger into her. "Oh, fuck that pussy big boy. Fuck me hard!" The dirtier the better. The dirtier she was the closer she was. "Oh give me your cock, fat boy, fill up that wet cunt!" It came quickly. It surprised her. It wasn't earth shattering. Her legs didn't shake but it felt good. "Come on baby, you wanna fuck me, don't you?"

  He felt bigger in her than she expected. He was heavy behind her and as he started to pick up his pace she started to feel it. She was a bad girl and she was getting fucked by a stranger. She felt him slap against her ass. "Oh yeah, do it to me. Do me big boy!"

  She was rocking now. Deeper! She wanted him in her deeper. She could only get so close. Grunting, she begged him. "Harder!"

  She was a dirty whore. "Fuck me!" she was pleading now. She pushed back at him. He was slowing. God damn it! She could hear him gasping for breath. She didn't think about it. She wanted it. She had to come.

  "Get on the bed!" Lying on his back didn't get rid of the immense gut. She straddled him pushing her eyes closed. Somehow she could never be on top without thinking of the word humping. She pushed herself down on him. Please don't give up on me. She pushed her eyes shut and rocked on him. She was so close! It was coming up inside of her. He was grunting. She pressed herself down onto him and she was there. Grinding herself down onto him she thought of popping it clean off inside her. The orgasm hit her like a slap to the back. It was quick but powerful. She waited for an aftershock and rocked back and forth on the fat round man hoping it would come. A moment or two passed and she knew she was done.

  She climbed off the bed. She was all too conscious now of the sight of him. She couldn't help but feel that she had to get away. Nervous, bordering on panic she paced back and forth, finally retreating to the bathroom. She leaned over the counter, the light off, she couldn't really think. Her head was swimming, her legs were numb. She really couldn't feel anything except the warmth in her aching to break loose.

  She touched herself and felt it again, the electric charge running down her back and through her thighs. She slid her finger over herself and found her clit. Firm and raised, begging. She took it in her fingers. Her knees shook and she locked them. She laid her chest down onto the sink, the cold marble pressed to her nipples.

  Roughly. She pinched. She pressed. Her feet cramped and she dug deeper into her clit. She pictured someone behind her; she pictured his cock in her ass. She gasped.

  She tugged.

  She pressed harder.

  She pinched.

  She gasped louder.

  Her orgasm started in her calves, pulled tight. Up her thighs it shot until it seemed to spin in circles through her body, a tremor pulsing through her teased pussy, finally working its way as a warmth that moved slowly up her chest, within her breasts, finishing as a slight blush in her cheeks.

  She flipped on the light. Her hair was a tangled mess. Sweat was beaded on her forehead. She couldn't remember ever looking like this before. So delightfully dirty. What a dirty little slut you are! As she straightened her hair she couldn't help but be slightly confused by how proud she felt at this particular moment. Looking back into the mirror she smiled.

  "Where are you going?" She was truly just curious. He had somehow managed to roll his fat ass out of the bed.

  "I uh... I have to..." Oh, she had no use for bullshit.

  "Nevermind." The room was really quite comfortable. She stepped out onto the small balcony. For the first time in years she really needed a cigarette. Instead she stood in the setting sun, the warmth on her bare chest. He was leaving without even saying anything.

  "Hey! You just walking out?" Not that she wanted him to do anything different, she was just a little pissed that she wasn't the one blowing him off. What kind of slut did he think she was? What if she really was a dirty little hooker? Her heart skipped a beat just at the thought of it. "It's 900. I think you should make it an even grand."

  "Huh?" Oh what a wonderful look. He was positively terrified!

  "Yeah, a grand, big guy. I don't want to have to call my pimp downstairs, he'll be angry at both of us!" Are they really even called pimps?

  "I uh... I uh..." he fumbled into his wallet. Fuck? He was really going to pay her. "I didn't know, I swear. I uh. I have $600" He handed her the money. It was warm. Fuck-ola!

  "Get the fuck out of here." She admired herself in the mirror. She really never had seen her naked body like this. Her shoulders back, her breasts pressed out. Where was her belly? "Make sure the room is paid through tomorrow, asshole!"

  The door slammed.


  She was hungry, a little thirsty, and just a little bit worked up still. She showered and pulled her dress back over her head. She didn't bother with her hair but it was definitely an evening for lipstick.

  The bar wasn't crowded but there were a fair number of people sitting around at tables. She took a spot at the end of the bar. Yes, she had intentionally sat next to the tall man in the sportcoat with the full head of hair. She smiled at him. He smiled back.

  He leaned towards her. Curious she leaned back.

  Quietly he spoke "If you are on the clock I need to let you know I'm a cop."

  Slowly she turned to him, smiling. She lifted the white wine to lips, took a sip. Leaning in closer to him she tipped her hand and let the chilled wine glass empty into his lap.

  "Now that we have that over with, my name is Melody."

  "I am so sorry," his embarrassment evident, he pushed back from the bar as if to get up.

  "Stay, I'm sorry too." She smiled and held his arm. "Besides I need another glass of wine."

  What a dirty slut she was going to be today.

  The End.

  An Eventful First Meeting

  The clock seemed to loom over her. She imagined that she could hear the sound of its incessant ticking beating in time with her heart. She was waiting for the two thin arms to intertwine with one another, like lovers, at twelve o clock. It seemed like it would never come. What if he didn't come? She had no real guarantee that he would show up. Her heart danced faster. He would come. He wouldn't leave her like this.