Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  'Wouldn't you like to know?' she whispered huskily.

  'Yes Jane, I would.' I croaked. Her hand was still on my thigh and moving closer to my crotch. I moved my hand over and put it on her thigh.

  'Oh no you don't!' she said, pulling my hand off, slapping it and moving away from me to the other side of the car.

  'That's naughty. I'm in charge and I decide what is allowed. It's my rules.'

  'I thought it was Emma's Rules now.'

  'It is. It's Emma's Rules and Jane's Rules now.'

  'Both?'

  'Yes.'

  'They all seem to include teasing John.'

  She laughed and hugged herself.

  'You've got it. I can be outrageous, and you have to do as you are told.' She put out her cigarette.

  She looked at me and ran her hand down the side of my face, purring.

  'I think you enjoy it,' she said.

  'Maybe, but it's pretty frustrating.'

  When we arrived back at the house I opened the car door for Jane and escorted her into the house. She was a little wobbly.

  'Go put the car in its garage,' she said and disappeared into the cloakroom. I did as I was bid and returned a few minutes later. I was standing in the hallway when I heard the tinkle of Jane's bell summoning me to the sitting room. I went in and Jane was lying on her tummy on the couch.

  'Ah John,' she said 'fetch the whisky and some glasses for us.'

  I did as I was bid, returning to find that Jane had the television remote control in her hand and the tv was on. I poured whisky into the glasses for us.

  'Well you've been a bad boy.'

  'What?'

  'I turned on the telly and it was tuned to the porn channel.'

  'Ah, yes, well...'

  'Is that what you watch when I'm away?' She sipped her whisky.

  'Well there was nothing else worth watching. Besides Emma didn't say I couldn't watch porn.'

  Jane laughed.

  'That's a good answer!'

  We looked at the tv screen. There was a buxom blonde giving a blowjob to a young guy.

  'It says this is called MILFs and studs,' said Jane, 'I know what a stud is. I cant quite recall what a MILF is.'

  'It stands for Mum I'd Like to Fuck.'

  She clapped her hand in delight.

  'Is that what turns you on?'

  'Yes Jane, in your case it is!'

  'Good, good. And there is also a thing coming up with a cougar in it. Is that an animal programme?'

  'No, a cougar is a sexually aggressive woman who has her wicked way with younger men.'

  'Hmm. Does that turn you on too?'

  'Yes,' I said and gulped my whisky. Jane laughed loudly.

  'Oh it is fun learning all these embarrassing things about you. Does what is on now turn you on?' She took a swig of whisky.

  'Yes.'

  'Does it turn you on as much as I do?'

  'No. You're the biggest turn-on.'

  'Why thank you. We'd better not tell my beloved daughter Emma.'

  'No.'

  Jane was still lying on her tummy on the couch. She wiggled her bum.

  'Did you think I had no knickers on?'

  'Ah, well that would be a great turn-on.'

  'What do you think now?'

  'It looks as if you aren't wearing any.'

  'Or a thong?'

  'I can't tell.'

  'Do you want to know?'

  'Yes.'

  'How are you going to find out?'

  I looked hard at Jane. Then I took her face in my hands and kissed her hard. Then I placed my hand on her buttocks and began to move it slowly over her bum.

  'I can't feel any knickers,' I said huskily. She murmured as I ran my hand between her buttock cheeks, prizing her legs apart, rubbing on her arse. Then I moved my hand away and placed it on the flesh of her back where her top had come away. I began to slip it under the waist band of her trousers and to move it down to her bottom.

  'Not yet!' she said, pushing me away and standing up in front of me. She took a swig of whisky. Then she slowly pushed her trousers down to reveal briefly her naked pubic area. She had shaved off her pubic hair! Then she abruptly pulled her trousers back up and sat down.

  'No knickers or thong?' I said.

  'No, I took it off. In the cloakroom.' There was a pack of cards on the side table, which she picked up. She set out the first two cards.

  'The ten of clubs, that's yours. And the queen of hearts, that's mine. So you get the forfeit.'

  'The forfeit?'

  'Yes. Take off your shirt. And your shoes and trousers.'

  I did as I was bid, and stood before her in my underpants and socks. She giggled.

  'See, that's not fair. You're wearing undies and I'm not.'

  I looked at her. Then I pulled off my socks then removed my underpants. My cock was liberated and it jumped to attention, as I stood naked before her. She reached out and took my cock in her hand.

  'That's better. I like your body.' She slowly rubbed my cock. 'Do you like that?'

  'Yes, Jane.'

  'So help me off with these things.' She held up her arms and I pulled her silk top over her head and off. Then she removed her black bra. Her nipples were hard and erect. I kissed them hungrily, licking and biting. She sighed.

  'I've decided that oral sex does not break Emma's Rules,' she hiccupped, and drank more whisky. I think she was getting drunk.

  She stood up and wiggled out of her trousers. She was naked apart from her high heels. I gazed at her. She was exquisitely beautiful with her golden skin, firm breasts, thick blonde hair, and smooth hairless body.

  'Kneel down,' she said and took my head in her hands. Then she pushed my face into her groin.

  'I want you to eat me out John!'

  I slowly began to lick up and down her pussy lips. She lay back on the couch and spread her legs. She tasted fresh as if she had recently washed. My tongue lapped her pussy and then move up to find her clitoris. Her pink bud emerged from its hood. I let my tongue travel from it back to her pussy then down to her puckered anus.

  'Ooh that's good!' she moaned.

  I licked around her arse, then back to her pussy. Then I began to concentrate on her clit. I lapped and licked on it as she moaned and then shouted.

  'Oh yes, oh yes.' She seemed to have come. I lifted my face up and kissed her on the lips, as she stroked my cock.

  'That was nice John. Now I want some more.' She pushed my head back between her legs. Then she squirmed round so that she had her back to me and my face was pressing against her arse.

  I pressed my hand to her pussy, and put a finger inside her. She was very moist. Two fingers went in easily, as I rotated them vigorously inside her. She was making loud moaning noises. I applied my tongue to her arse hole pushing it into it slightly. She squirmed and groaned.

  'Oh yes, yes, yes!' She shouted, as she came again. She pushed me away and turned back round, looking at me.

  'You're good. Give me your cock!'

  She took my hard penis in her hand, rubbing it vigorously before engulfing it in her mouth. Then after a while she moved her head away. She got up from the couch, patting it.

  'You lie down here.' I lay on the couch and she stroked my cock.

  'Do you want to come inside my mouth, or on my breasts?'

  'On you.'

  She re-applied her mouth and sucked and rubbed me. Then as I reached the point of no return she took me out of her mouth and I squirted semen all over her breasts and neck.

  I was game for more as we lay back, but Jane looked sleepy.

  'No more tonight,' she said, picking up her whisky glass, 'take me to my room.'

  I did as I was bid and she made it clear that I was getting no further than the bedroom door, as she kissed me goodnight.

  * * * * * *

  Jane had not emerged by the time I left the house in the morning. I needed to get to the university, as there was a load of statistical information I was due to process. With dif
ficulty I banished thoughts of what had happened the night before with my sexy landlady, and buckled down to some serious work. I managed to get fully engrossed in it and worked through solidly, just stopping for a quick sandwich at lunch time. Then in mid afternoon my mobile phone bleeped. I had a text message. It was just two words:

  –tinkle tinkle.

  It was Jane. I texted her back:

  -Hi Jane How R U?

  Almost immediately there came a response:

  -Emergency, need U here.

  -But I'm at work!

  -Urgent U come home!

  I wondered what the crisis was. Was she in danger? Well there was only one way to find out.

  I texted her 'OK', switched off my PC and grabbed my stuff. It was a bright, sunny, warm and sultry day, with hardly any breeze. I reached my car, and stepping on the gas got back in a record 15 minutes.

  I parked the car and strode into the house.

  'Jane, where are you?' I couldn't find her anywhere. Was she upstairs? I decided to check in the sitting room. She wasn't there, but the patio doors were open. She was out on the patio.

  It was a relief to find her. I rushed out to her.

  'Hi, Jane!'

  She was lying on her tummy face down on her recliner. She had a long glass with what looked like fruit juice and ice. There was a jug and a second glass.

  And she was naked. All she was wearing was a pair of wrap-around sunshades.

  'Ah there you are John. Pour yourself a drink.'

  I did so, and sat down to drink it. I think I tasted some vodka in with the juice. She looked beautiful and so, so sexy.

  'Eh, what's the crisis, Jane?'

  'I needed you here.'

  'Well I'm here.'

  'So, kiss me!'

  She sat up and I kneeled down before her. I removed her sun glasses and took her face in my hands. Then I kissed her hungrily. I moved my right hand to her left breast, and began kissing her neck.

  She began pulling at my tee shirt.

  'You'd better get out of those clothes.'

  I pulled of my tee shirt.

  'And the rest,' she said, stroking my chest.

  So I kicked off my trainers, socks and jeans.

  'Come on!'

  I removed my underpants and my cock lurched to an eager erection. She took it in her hand and began to stroke it.

  'The thing is John I've got Emma's Rules sorted. There's more we can do. And I want it.'

  She engulfed my cock head in her mouth. I gasped.

  'So what have you decided?'

  She came up for air and looked at me seriously.

  'I want you inside me.'

  'But, I promised Emma, no pussy.'

  'I enjoyed it last night, when you did that thing, licking my bottom.'

  'Rimming?'

  'Yes, it was delicious. And naughty. You were very naughty last night. I will have to punish you.

  'Oh. What had you mind?'

  'You'll see. But first I've decided where your cock is going. My bottom. I want you to fuck me in the arse. Please.'

  'Please?'

  'Yes, I'm asking nicely. You want to don't you?' She squeezed my very rigid and eager cock. It wanted to.

  'Bugger.'

  'Yes, that's the word.'

  'Wow. Yes, I want to. Wow!'

  'First of all you can lick my back. That's what I was thinking of when I texted you.' She lay down on her tummy.

  I pushed her luxuriant blond hair up from her neck, and began kissing and licking it, pausing to suck her ear. Then as my mouth moved to the top of her back I felt her hands on my cock and fondling my scrotum. As I licked along her backbone she pulled my cock into her mouth. Then I pulled apart her buttocks and pushed my mouth onto the sweet puckered hole of her arse.

  She let out a low moan as I pushed at her anus with my tongue. Then I pressed it with my finger. She murmured and pulled at my arm. She handed me a tube of KY jelly, and I squeezed a globule to spread round the entrance. Inserting a lubricated finger was easy, and I pushed it gently in and out. Eventually she relaxed and I could put in two fingers, then three to stretch the entrance.

  'Are you ready?'

  'Yes.'

  I moved on top of her arse and gently inserted my very hard cock. I moved it slowly in and out. It was a long gentle fuck, culminating in the inevitable frenzy of movement as I came.

  Eventually I moved off her and lay back. She reached for her drink.

  'Mmm. I needed that,' she whispered.

  'Me too.'

  * * * * * * *

  She insisted on going to her private suite to clean up later, so I showered seperately. Then in the breakfast room we had a meal, which she prepared. It was an expensive ready meal, something Indian, and we drank long cold beers.

  Afterwards she said she was going to her room. I was to wait in the sitting room, but to draw the curtains, and get the whisky. She would return when she was ready.

  Well she was full of surprises so I had no idea what to expect. I turned on the tv, seeking porn. Eventually I found something featuring a guy being tied up by a leggy lady in latex. Looked good to me, and I was settling back to enjoy it when Jane appeared.

  She looked incredible. She was wearing her black half-cup bra, black stockings with suspenders, long black gloves, ridiculously high heels... and no knickers. In her hand she held the black horse crop I had found in her room.

  'Wow, you look fantastic, Jane.'

  'I promised that I would punish you.' She swished her horse crop, and whacked the arm of the couch with it. Then she moved over close to me and holding the back of my head she kissed me hard.

  'You know you deserve to be punished,' she whispered huskily.

  'I do?'

  'You were very naughty this afternoon.' She took a sip from her whisky glass. She kissed me again her hand rubbing on my trousers. 'Admit it.'

  'I thought it was what you wanted.'

  'Yes, it was what I wanted. I wanted you to be naughty. Now you must be punished.' She kissed me again. I put my hand on her buttocks.

  'Okay.' I was a little breathless, as her hands loosened my belt and pushed my trousers down. I stepped out of them, and she pushed off my underpants. My cock was becoming hard as she gently squeezed it with her hand.

  'So admit it.' Her hand was massaging my cock to erection.

  'I was naughty.'

  'And you want to be punished.'

  'And I want to be punished.' I would have said anything she wanted as she stroked my cock.

  'Good.' She stepped back from me and viewed me. I was wearing only a tee shirt. 'Now bend over.'

  I did as she bid, holding my ankles with my hands.

  'When I have finished you must say thank you Jane.'

  'Okay.'

  With that she thwacked me with the horse crop. I gritted my teeth, it was quite painful. She looked carefully at my bum, and stroked my cock. Then struck me again. In all she did it six times.

  'Right that will do for now.'

  'Thank you Jane.'

  'So kiss me.'

  I took her in my arms and kissed her fiercely. My hard cock pressed against her tummy, and my hand was on her bottom. She moaned.

  'Maybe I had better rub some lotion on your sore bottom,' she muttered, placing her hand on my rear.

  Then the telephone rang.

  I looked at Jane, thinking she would want to ignore it. Eventually it stopped. Then only a few seconds later it started again.

  'Do you want to answer it Jane?'

  'No, you answer it,' she said with a smile.

  I picked up the receiver.

  'Hullo.'

  'Hi, it's me!' It was Emma phoning from Australia.

  'Hi Emma. How is Australia?'

  'Fantastic, even though it's winter here.'

  'How is the place where you are staying? And the University?'

  And Emma went on to tell me at length. It sounded good. I struggled to sound normal and give her responses which gave no hint of
my situation.

  Jane was watching me looking amused, and with a wicked glint in her eye. She began to stroke my cock so that it stayed erect. I squirmed, barely able to cope.

  Then Emma asked:

  'Are you being good John?'

  'What do you mean? Of course.'

  'You haven't brought any girls home?'

  'No, of course not!'

  'No pussy?'

  'No, certainly not!'

  Just then Jane escalated matters by taking my cock head in her mouth. She looked at me with eyes filled with amusement at my predicament, as she quietly sucked me.

  Then Emma went on to ask:

  'Are you being nice to Mum?'

  'Oh yes, Emma, I'm being very nice to your Mum!'

  The End.

  That Rat Bastard

  Shit!!! Twenty nine frigging years old, and I find out 24 hours ago I am going to be a free woman, a divorcee, a soon to be spinster. That rat bastard husband of eight years needed some younger pussy did he? Well fuck it! I hate men and the stubby little membranes between their legs they use to think with. I would just bury myself in my work, and forget about romance and any kind of a social life. Men! Scumbags!

  Shit. What was I thinking? I love the stupid prick of a husband, and without him, I didn't have a clue as to where I would turn or what I would do.

  Right now it was year- end closing at Georgetown University and I had a pile of spreadsheets to finish up for the boss, so I had to try and shove the dickhead from my mind. At least Mr. Fuckwad had the decency to tell me he was getting a motel room until he could find a new place to buy, so I wouldn't have to see him when I went home.

  It was hard as Hell to concentrate with the anger spewing venom and making my blood boil, but I did manage to get the reports and spreadsheets done for my boss, Jo, short for Josephine, a no nonsense, rough but fair bull dyke lesbian. Many a macho male had had his balls served to him on a silver platter when they tried to cross her, and I so admired her for that. She was no nonsense when it came to work, but adored her sexy femme wife to death and treated her with the utmost love which I admired.

  In addition to being a kick ass woman and super accountant, Jo was incredibly intuitive and knew something was wrong with me. After looking over the papers, she leaned back in her leather chair, pushed a hand through her short spiked hair and with a sigh said, "The work looks great. Now tell me what the Hell is eating at you."