OFF-LIMITS WOMEN! (20 ROUGH, SCREAMING HOT TABOO EROTICA SEX STORIES FOR ADULTS)

by Kelsie Spits

  And so you can imagine my surprise when I walked into room 203 on that fateful day...

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  The door had been left open, and so I entered without a sound, finding the large room entirely empty – aside from one woman seated in a chair at the side opposite me, her body turned around and bent over (the top portion of her hair left exposed), rummaging for something beneath the desk. I knocked twice on the door.

  “Oh!” the woman exclaimed, spinning around in her swivel chair. “You must be my little assistant, aren’t you?”

  The question left me quite puzzled for a moment. I had been expecting some male doofus. Instead… what I saw was a woman of, hmm how should I say it, my fucking dreams! My god! She was the real deal, alright. The first thing that caught my eye was those gorgeous tits. They were popping right out of her executive style top. She had more cleavage than a street corner hooker, and yet somehow, managed to pull it off all while looking like a classy woman of good social standing. Well, perhaps not that far. But those boobs, sweet lord!

  I wanted to do all sorts of nasty things to them, and I hadn’t even gotten around to looking at the rest of her body. They were that tantalizing… There I was left in a daze, thinking of how much I’d like to lick, milk, bite, squeeze, suffocate, and whatever else in those tits! Maybe not so much the milking first off… but definitely the licking and suffocating. I wanted to feel those big babies pressed on either side of my face, just reaching down to jerk myself off as she rubbed them all along my skin.

  “Excuse me,” the woman repeated, “Are you my new assistant?”

  It was at this point that I remembered she had indeed asked me a question. Those glorious breasts had robbed me of my mind, evidently. I still wasn’t quite sure what to say. My tongue remained stuck in some reverie where it was firmly fixed on one of those covered nipples of hers. I couldn’t speak a word.

  Although, at last I managed to mumble a retarded sound and nodded my head in the affirmative several times.

  “Wonderful,” the lady smiled, walking toward me. And here I saw those heavenly tits begin to bounce and jiggle with each motion and every step she took. “My name is Krista Thruste, if you didn’t remember.”

  Miss Thruste continued moving in my direction – the resounding boom boom of her boobs filled my ears. Even though I knew they weren’t actually making a sound, in my head they were playing an orchestra piece fit for any blockbuster action movie’s soundtrack. It was finally at this moment that I was able to divert my gaze from those bountiful breasts… right down to her sauntering, wide birthing hips. They were almost of cartoonish proportions – so thick and curvaceous. Her entire body looked like it had been drawn by a pervy illustrator who hadn’t jerked off for more than a month. Miss Thruste exuded sex appeal from every pore, that much was safe to safe. Those breasts alone would do the trick nicely…

  Here she was, the top half spilling out of that unfortunate blouse, which was desperately attempting to hold back the girls. While the bottom half, covered by a black skirt, was fighting equally hard to keep from splitting at the seams as these voluptuous hips screamed to break free. And I came close to shouting for the same thing. To let those lusty things loose! Her thighs were of a similar quality. Big, meaty things. The nice and juicy kind, good enough to rival the best porn star in existence. And trust me, I would know, I’ve seen my fair share of the harlots.

  I felt like I was in a dream world. How could something this spectacular actually be coming toward me, and more than that, have one hand extended in a gesture which beckoned me to reach out and touch the heavenly flesh!

  Somehow instinct seemed to take over, or blind luck, and I lifted my hand into the air – where it was quickly grasped by the warm fingers of Miss Thruste, as she pumped me several times with a happy grin before letting go.

  My mind fixated on the supple nature of her skin. The smoothness of her... And just how amazing those small hands would feel wrapped around my throbbing cock. I couldn’t think of anything other than her body. She had enraptured me, from head to toe, and especially one particular part in between… which was now tingling with an excitement I had never felt before.

  The palms of my hands began to sweat as she stood there looking on at my figure. Her eyes seemed to scan me as well. I wasn’t the only one with a wandering gaze, eh. True, mine may have been a bit more debauched, but who knows. A woman built like that usually puts it to good use. And I surely hoped that she did.

  “And your name is?” She asked me with an attractive voice.

  “Umm,” I couldn’t believe it. I had actually, legitimately forgotten my own name!

  “That’s fairly unique, Mr. Umm,” the thick and busty woman giggled. But the strange thing was, immediately after laughing, I could have sworn that her eyes shot straight down to my groin. A quick darting action.

  “Well, actually, uhh,” I stuttered, still searching for some remnant of my real name.

  “Oh, Uhh now is it?” Miss Thruste smiled. “Umm Uhh? I think a few of my students have mentioned you before.”

  I didn’t much care that she was mocking me, or checking out the goods. Because each time the she laughed, I would stare at those big goddamn boobs and watch them jiggle up and down. In fact, I started to enjoy her little verbal jabs at me – so long as they were accompanied by the physical reward, namely that of those bouncing tits! I could tell, even though she was wearing the tight shirt and whatever kind of bra it was, that they certainly had a lot of life to them. And who knew, maybe in a few more laughs they would come flopping out just waiting for me to suck on them.

  But the last of her jostling movements must have knocked loose the right box in my brain.

  “Daniel!” I blurted at last.

  “Oh,” Miss Thruste began, “That’s much hotter than your first set of names.”

  Hot? I thought that was a peculiar way to describe a student’s name, but her body was rocking enough that she could have said anything and I’d have gone right along with it.

  “Yeah, I never much did like those,” I told her.

  “Well, Daniel suits you much better anyway. You’re a wise boy,” the woman replied, and with that remark she spun around slowly, revealing that succulent ass in all its glory! Two thick cheeks tapering down into a pair of juicy thighs. I wasn’t sure which side of her I enjoyed more, front or back – the only thing I was certain of was my desire to know both of them much more intimately!

  And as she continued to spin, I noticed that familiar scent reaching my nose. The one from my notification letter. Such a powerful, seductive aroma. My nose followed after it, causing me to lean forward on my toes, hankering to sink my teeth into the body from which it wafted. But as I looked down, I noticed another part of my body was leading the charge – my southern shaft, fast growing in both size and enthusiasm. Despite my perverted cravings for women, I had, up until now that is, been able to control the beast. So to speak. I could keep him caged when needed. Yet this concupiscent woman, the irresistible Krista Thruste… she somehow shattered all of my defenses.

  I felt a rush of embarrassment as my shaft ignored all commands given to it – instead choosing to leap into battle, driving headlong out and onward into the material of my boxers, fast approaching the outer layer of clothing I had on. There was nothing in my hands to cover the growing pole. I wasn’t sure what to do! Miss Thruste was standing next to her desk, facing away from me, thankfully. I stared on as she bent over, reaching back down into the drawer she had been rummaging in when I first entered. And my god… from this angle, I certainly wanted to enter something of hers…

  Of course, none of this helped my plight. It only made my situation worse. With her body bent over and that wonder ass pointed in my direction, it was all I could do to control my impulse to run over, flip up her skirt and drive home my throbbing excitement. I’d be her good little teacher’s aide, that’s for sure. I’d do all kinds of extra credit to get on Miss Thruste’s good side… hell, an
y side of hers! The front or back, I wasn’t too picky. And neither was my expanding woody, as it strained against my underwear with an ever increasing strength.

  But, my time was running short. I couldn’t just stand there with a hard-on in my pants, could I!? No! And since I wasn’t holding anything (other than the thought of reaching down and stroking my cock while peering at her sumptuous ass)… I made a split second decision to dash across the room and seat myself in one of the chairs which happened to face the desk Miss Thruste was currently bent over. This way I could both conceal my erection and continue to store visuals of this gorgeous gal in my spankbank. I’m sure it would come in handy later on (hehe).

  “Daniel,” she said aloud. “Would you mind coming over here?”

  And then the woman, still bent over her desk, stuck one hand into the air and with one of the fingers extended in a pointing gesture – it just happened to be directed right at that tempting ass of hers, aimed at me. I couldn’t believe she was requesting the very thing I had been dreaming of, and she had done it so soon!

  But then it occurred to me, perhaps she had a different kind of coming in mind. As in she might be expecting me to walk over…

  There were a number of picture frames and photos placed on her desk – little knickknacks I didn’t pay much attention to as I pondered how best I could conceal my inflating arousal. There wasn’t much to be done. I figured with her back turned to me, it would be as good a time as any to make my move. And so I slowly rose from the chair, before making a hurried lunge across the expanse, moving straight for that perfect ass.

  “Oh my,” Miss Thruste commented upon hearing me land behind her, “You’re certainly much quicker than you are punctual.”

  “Well, I’m pretty quick at everything,” I told her, sweat dripping down my sideburn.

  “I should hope not,” she replied, turning her head back over her shoulder and giving me a wink.

  Once again, I wasn’t sure what to make of this… It seemed pretty sexual to me. I mean, after all, her ass was pointed directly at my raging cock! But I guess she didn’t know that… yet.

  “Well, I mean I’m just a fast finisher,” I stuttered out trying to remedy the situation.

  “You’ve never done this before, have you?” Miss Thruste asked, still bent over and facing away.

  “Umm, no… I don’t recall anyway,” I answered.

  This brought about a laugh from the woman. I just imagined her tits shaking as they hung down low in that tight bra.

  “I think it’s something you’d remember, Daniel,” she told me.

  “Probably so, Miss Thruste.”

  I still had no idea what to do about the problem in my pants! But suddenly the sublime gal spun around, holding a stack of papers in her hands, which she slapped down on the desk right in front of me. The shock of it all caused me to jerk upright.

  “There we go,” Krista Thruste began, “These will be your duty, for now. A little preliminary test to see how much you know. Take a look here.”

  And then she leaned forward, quite far at the waist, in such a way that exposed her glorious boobs to me in all their glory. I couldn’t help but peek down into her shirt, staring at the beautiful rack. I could even see her green bra! I could see the entire outline of her breasts! The big bountiful things!

  It certainly didn’t do anything to kill my boner… In fact I felt a renewed surge of excitement racing through my body, using the pole in my pants as a lightning rod where the energy seemed to converge in one massive jolt. The throbbing of my shaft was intense and powerful. An undeniable longing was at hand. Imminent meltdown!

  “Umm, what exactly am I looking at?” I said aloud, immediately feeling like an idiot as I stood there, hard as a rock, and gawking at her tits. She remained tipped forward with her head cast downward and turned to the side, in what could only be described as an intentional attempt to display her milk-makers. I didn’t want to be rude, and so I stared on, albeit with a good dose of uneasiness running through me.

  “Paper grading, silly.” She said. “You take these here, and the answer sheet here, and you see which ones they’ve marked correctly. Simple enough, isn’t it?”

  I hadn’t heard a word she said, in fact my eyes never even left her boobs. So you can imagine the awkward moment that followed when I finally shifted my gaze from the mommy mounds to her brilliant eyes – which just happened to be staring right at mine! She definitely saw me peeking at her chest, that is certain. But her face didn’t seem to suggest disgust or revulsion, as I had been accustomed to seeing on the women of my desire. No, it seemed to be filled with a wanton lust. A happiness at being devoured by my peeping.

  I just nodded weakly, gulping several times, feeling more and more uncomfortable by the moment. And then I saw her eyes dart once again down to my crotch… it was at this point I remembered the problem in my pants… the one I had failed to remedy. The result was a large protrusion extending outward toward the sexy-ass Miss Thruste. I gulped…

  “Oh, wonderful,” she smiled, biting her lower lip. “I see you’ve come prepared.”

  “Pardon?” I wheezed.

  “Bringing your own pencil like that, very industrious of you.”

  Another weak nod. I didn’t know how to answer such a statement. Did she really think I was just storing a pencil in my pants? And should I take that as an insult? Maybe if she had at least said a marker or something… Yet strangely, this didn’t seem to affect my boner in any way whatsoever. In fact, I began to grow larger and larger! Just knowing that this beautiful woman was now looking directly at my cock (even though concealed by the clothing) imbued me with a sense of sexual arousal never before known on this earth.

  “You know,” Miss Thruste intoned, “My last assistant didn’t last long either. He was a mighty quick finisher too. It must be you young, hard working boys. Just pounding away, trying to get it done.”

  “That’s me alright,” I laughed nervously, trying to play along with her comment. “I’m just a quick pounder until I’m finished.”

  “Oh, is that so Daniel!” She laughed.

  I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what was so comical about our situation. I mean Jesus Christ! I had a goddamn visible boner in my pants, standing not even 2 feet away from the sexpot of my dreams, better than any other woman in existence. All the while her tits acted as magnets, and my eyes were the tiny pieces of metal which could do nothing but attach themselves to the source – powerless to repel the pull of such large beauties.

  “Yeah, I just like to get it done,” I told her.

  “Mmhmm, mmhmm. A real go-getter. I can respect that. Now say, Daniel…” Miss Thruste paused here, turning her head askew, casting that sinister eye in my direction again. She was biting one lip, letting her gaze shift from my face down to my crotch, where it stayed the entire time she spoke.

  “I bet you like getting good grades, don’t you?”

  “I’d say so,” I mumbled, continuing to gaze at her milk-makers.

  She placed a single hand on my thigh, not more than three inches away from my dick.

  “I thought so. It turns out I’ve got an extra credit room in back. I doubt you’ve ever done this kind of assignment before, have you?”

  “Uh, what kind is that Miss Thruste?” I questioned.

  And here I felt her hand slide over those last three inches! She had her fingers pressing right up against my cock!

  “It’s a big one,” she smirked, allowing her hand to stroke up and down my shaft.

  It felt so good I didn’t know what to say in response. I just blurted the first thing that came to mind.

  “Well I like them big!”

  This elicited yet another laugh from the mature woman.

  “Me too,” came her reply. And once again I saw those amazing tits jiggle on her chest, a sight which was only intensified by the slow, rhythmic motions she was making on my southern pole. It just felt so natural to have her hand there – my sexual frustration was at an all-t
ime high. Having any contact on my shaft was a thing of beauty to be cherished, not shunned and denied.

  “Now, would you like to follow me to the extra credit room for some much needed work?”

  “Yes, I’d love to!” came my hurried and eager response. My pulse had quickened with each passing second that her fingers lingered on my cock.

  And with that, Miss Krista Thruste rose from the desk and, without warning, wrapped her hand around my mighty shaft… squeezing me roughly through the clothing. Oooh! I didn’t expect my first time to be so forward, but I guess it’s true what they say about older women and going after what they want. I felt like I was about to be used as her own personal little boytoy – and I liked it! I couldn’t wait to get started on whatever this extra credit was she had in mind.