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

by Kelsie Spits

  The woman was insatiable. I loved it… although something told me perhaps not quite as much as she did, try as I might.

  And during the midst of all this lewdness, we somehow managed to hear the sharp whistle blaring out over the intercom.

  “Goodness me, Margo!” Jonah said, growing white in the face. “Is it time already!”

  “Sounds like it,” Mrs. Moundrammer replied. “You’d best hurry up and finish or you’ll be late for the big opening.”

  “Oh, he's made a big opening right here...” I muttered, laughing slightly.

  Ah yes, the final delivery warning whistle. Tonight was the big night, wasn’t it? And in more ways than one for me!

  “Swap me places, Tinkerboy,” Moundrammer moaned frantically as he scrambled around to the rear-end of his wife, pants still stuck around his ankles. “I finish faster this way. Just be sure to hold her steady so she doesn’t go flying,” more belly laughter.

  Mrs. Moundrammer took me in her mouth as I felt the ground begin to shake with each thrust from her sizable husband. We began sliding along the ground – forcing me to dig my feet into the floor, inadvertently driving my southern pole deeper down the throat of Jonah's wife! And here, oh thank heavens, I heard those salacious gags I so desperately longed for. Oh my, how arousing they were! Her lips went to work as expertly as always. I felt myself losing control and knew the time was near…

  “Right there…” The big man groaned, just as I heard myself utter the same.

  Slap. Slap. Slap.

  He rammed against her with ever increasing force as the low grumble emanated from his beard and he shouted…

  “MAAAAAAIR-REEEE OOOOOPENNNNING …Oh it’s gonna be a glorious explosion for you alright, Margo!”

  The eruption from his massive mallet caused a heavy rumble – just as I fired my special frosting down Mrs. Moundrammer’ gullet. She gagged and moaned, moaned and gag all at once, being filled and stuffed from both ends. I felt her teeth clamp down ever so lightly on my stiff sword as her eyes closed with delight. And after I had emptied the entire contents of my container in her, I attempted to pull out, but her hand instantly shot up and took hold of my pulsating rolling pin. She refused to let me withdraw! Now the eyes were opening and staring up mischievously at me… Her thumb went to work, squeezing out the final drops and then, only then, was I allowed to extract the red and raw, yet supremely satisfied southern pole.

  ***

  Jonah Moundrammer stood on the opposite side of her, pulling up his pants with haste, like an embarrassed college lad trying to exit the scene of his shame.

  “You know,” he began, “Since you did so well here Tinkertots, I’ve got a little proposition for you!”

  Chapter 10

  The room smelled of sex and debauchery – oh so perfect! Mrs. Moundrammer put her dress back on, and evidently not totally content, began rubbing her own nipples while giving me a look of pure sex. I wasn’t sure what to make of this…

  The hefty arm of Mr. Moundrammer found itself wrapped around my tiny shoulders. The grand opening would be upon us soon. All those little eager customers were counting on him to deliver these highly sought after items! And yet all this stalling.

  “As I said, uhh Tinkerbottoms! That’s right, Tinkerbottoms – since you did so well, I’d like to make you a proposition. How’s that sound?”

  “Uhh, great Mr. Moundrammer!” I gushed, not knowing what he had in store for me.

  “It’s a rare request, keep in mind. Not just anyone gets asked to do this. But I feel you can handle the job,” he winked at his wife before redirecting that twinkling eye of his back to my face. “How would you like to be… My personal assistant!”

  I nearly fainted…. Mr. Moundrammer's personal assistant?! I’d only heard of this in storybooks! I wasn’t even sure it existed.

  “Well Mr. Moundrammer… I’d like to, but… I’m not sure what the job all entails,” now I winked at Mrs. Moundrammer. She licked her lips, running a hand through the impressive cleavage and down to her naughty bits.

  “Oh come now, Tinkerbottoms!”

  “Already did that, sir,” and we both laughed. “Okay, you’ve convinced me. I accept!”

  “Wise choice, my not so little assistant!”

  “I think so too,” Mrs. Moundrammer intoned.

  “Good, then it is settled!” Jonah laughed. “Now, I must be off to deliver these valuable toys to the people of the world! Being a billionaire isn't easy, you know! Now, Mrs. Moundrammer will instruct you on your first order of business as our personal assistant. Though I imagine she has already taught you more than a few of the required tasks...”

  Winks all around. And with that Mr. Moundrammer was out the door.

  Chapter 11

  What a wonderful decision it turned out to be all that time ago when I first stepped into the evaluation line outside of Moundrammer's shop. This place is where the fun of manhood was shown to me. Where Mrs. Moundrammer has ravaged me over and over. Where I learned of cookie dough and rolling pins. She continues on, to this day, providing me with ample lessons on countless salacious adventures and romps between the assembly lines. The woman is insatiable – I wouldn’t have it any other way!

  And that is the story of how I became Mr. Moundrammer's little helper… While it is true at the beginning I did say I was a toy tinkerer – and now we have reached the point where the position of Jonah Moundrammer's personal assistant has been bestowed upon me. But, that is not my current position. What I do now is something entirely different.

  They call me the Moundrammer's lead evaluator... And oh no, I can’t tell you how that came about! Not here anyway. It’s another story altogether!

  Uh oh, here comes Mrs. Moundrammer and her new batch of prospective secretaries... each wearing those low-cut tops, with a tasty set of tits being presented – what a job I have!

  THE END

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 17

  Three plus one…

  Callie was a shy, overweight nerd in high school but she’s sure that now that she’s in college and she’s lost the weight and the thick glasses she’ll be seen as hot, and become popular for the first time in her life. But college is a lot like high school, and smart girls aren’t very popular. When the super-hot Professor of her Advanced Mathematics class asks her to help him with a problem Callie starts having fantasies about seducing her professor, but what she doesn’t know is that he’s having fantasies about her too—and he’s not the only one!

  ***

  Callie flipped her brown hair over her shoulder and took a closer look at the outfit covering her svelte body. It was her first day of college and she was excited, but nervous too. She’d gotten there the day before, much later than most of the incoming freshmen, and she had a private room because her roommate had already fled the premises, something Callie didn’t understand at all.

  She fussed with the edge of her pink sweater and then checked to make sure her skirt was perfectly lined up so that the thin slit showed just enough leg but not too much.

  “I’m all grown up today. Eighteen and in college.” Her hands clapped together and a grin broke out on her face. This had been what she’d worked for and now that it was there she was excited, something she wasn’t often.

  The summer had been good to her. That extra thirty pounds she’d carried had finally melted away thanks to a stiff exercise and diet plan, and the clothes she wore now were several sizes smaller.

  She’d gotten a golden colored tan, and the hair, that had been a stroke of genius. The hairdresser had mixed blonde and brown together to create the burnished waves hanging around her heart-shaped face.

  “I look like someone else, and thank God.”

  Her brow wrinkled. In high school she’d been the nerdy girl with too much weight, thick glasses and a brain constantly tackling the toughest mathematical questions. She drove teachers crazy, incensed students because they found t
hemselves having to spend entire classes listening to her argue a point with the teacher who then had hurry through a rapid explanation of the work that they would have to do that night as homework because she’d taken up all the time in class.

  But she’d left all of them behind. This was college, and they appreciated genius. They might really appreciate it now that it came in a much nicer package than the one it had been wrapped in in high school.

  Much nicer.

  Feeling confident now Callie set out, her smile huge and her hair swinging across her shoulders. Her first class was an easy one, and she wasn’t really interested in it but she was very interested in the class she’d be taking later—a ridiculously hard Mathematics class that only had a twenty five percent graduation rate. She had every intention of being in that graduating percentage.

  No matter what it took to do it.

  ***

  The class she was most interested in was Advanced Mathematics. She wanted to be a physicist, and so she needed the class. She had drawn Hunter as her professor and she was eager to hear what he had to say.

  She knew a little about him. He had won many awards in the field and had created algorithms that had set the Mathematics community on its ear. She’d seen his picture of course but she’d not really noticed what he looked like because she was far more interested in his lecture notes and findings than she had been in him as a man but as soon as she sat down in her seat that all changed.

  Professor Hunter was gorgeous in person. All his pictures ever showed was his admittedly handsome face but they could not show his broad shoulders, his lean hips and long legs, clad in rebel-professor jeans worn just a shade too tight. His shirt was a plain button-down but it clung to ever lean and elegant angle and she knew he had great abs just by the way he moved.

  All thoughts of math flew right out of Callie’s mind as she stared at him. He had a head full of wavy dark brown hair, and a way of moving that made her panties flood with juices. His voice was a low, sexy baritone, and his eyes were clear and sharp. Callie heard the girls behind her giggling and she turned her head to give them a quelling look but they ignored her.

  Hunter raised one hand and said, “Okay, so let’s talk math. Who’s familiar with the most advanced concept in mathematics?”

  Hands went up all over the room. Callie’s was the highest. Professor Hunter pointed to her, “You…”

  “Callie,” she supplied. “Callie Lewis. The most advanced mathematic concept is zero.”

  His eyebrow went up. “Oh really? And why do you feel that that is so?”

  She smirked. “Because when we figured out that zero was actually a number we then made one of the great advances we have made in human history so far. Thinking of zero as a number instead of a null and void thing led us to the idea that we can study concepts. It also helped us to conceive the idea that we can study concepts that are not necessarily in the world.”

  Professor Hunter smiled, “Great. So who else in here was going to say zero?”

  The hands that had been up shot back up but Callie saw the confusion on some of the faces around her. She also had a feeling that quite a few women who were in there weren’t in there to learn but to ogle the teacher.

  Not that she blamed then, she had almost forgotten that she was there to study for a minute herself. Still, no matter how hot he was, and he was hot, she had to keep her mind fixed on her goals—which was to pass that class so she could get into the classes she needed the next year.

  The other students glared at her but she didn’t care. They should have known the answer was zero, and they should have known it long before they got to class!

  ***

  That evening as she was walking back across the campus she spotted a group of girls standing under a tree giggling. In high school she’d been the geek and the girl that had always been made fun of. Well, it was time to change all of that, and right then. She put a smile on her face and started toward them. One of them gave her an annoyed glance as Callie said, “Hi, I think you have …”

  “Hunter’s class with you.” The girl said, flipping her long golden hair back with a careless hand.

  “Yes. Great class.”

  “Great teacher,” One of the other girls said and they all giggled.

  “I’m Callie, by the way.”

  The girl who’d been in class with her didn’t say anything back, at least, not to Callie. She pointed to a trio of guys coming across the campus, “Hey! Look, it’s the guys from the frat.”

  “Oh my God,” a pretty brunette standing beside Callie breathed, “That’s so hot, and I hear they are having a huge party tonight. Come on, we have to get in!”

  The four girls practically ran to get to the guys walking toward them. Callie was left standing alone. She clutched her books and stared around. Then she got bold.

  She thought, I spent all summer dieting and working out. I know I look way better than I used to. It’s time to stop being so shy and try to get out there!

  She took a deep breath and walked up to the group of mingled guys and girls and said, “Hi there.”

  The boy who’d been talking to the blonde in her class gave her a long assessing look. He looked like a model for a high-end department store, all glowing skin and streaky brown hair. His teeth were even and white. “Goodbye, nerd.”

  Callie blinked. Had he just called her a nerd?

  “I’m sorry?”

  Oh come on, you’re the brainiac that Hunter was all smiling at today in class. Nobody takes that class to pass except the nerds. The rest of us just take it to get a drop card.”

  She blinked. “A drop card?”

  The blonde sputtered and then the others began to laugh too. She said, “Yeah, a drop card. When the easy classes are all taken you have to take something and so you get into the hardest class you can so you can get a drop card and then you’re excused from classes during those class times because there’s like, nothing open.”

  “Oh.”

  They all turned and walked away, and again Callie was left standing alone.

  Her eyes filled with tears but she blinked them away. An amused voice spoke from behind her. “Nobody told you about the drop cards I take it?”

  She knew that voice. Her face burned and she turned around slowly, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. “Hi Professor Hunter.”

  “I’m actually happy that you don’t know about the cards, and that you knew about the concept of zero. It tells me I have one dedicated student anyway.”

  “I am dedicated.” She looked away then back at him. The wrinkles around his eyes were nice, sexy even. He had laugh lines around his mouth, and now that he was closer to her she could see a faint trace of gray in his hair, right near his temples.

  That gray was incredibly hot too. He said, “Good. You know, I have a rather complex problem I’m working on right now. Maybe you’d be willing to give me a hand with it sometime.”

  Her heart thundered in her ears. “I’d love that!”

  She knew she would. She loved math yes, and helping to solve a problem with a man who was already established in the field would give her a leg up in her academic career, but more than that—it would give her time with him.

  Things were looking up.

  Who needed to hang out at some really cool party with a bunch of hot frat guys? That thought was not as encouraging as she had hoped it would be.

  Professor Hunter said, “Great. See you in a couple of days, enjoy your first week in college, it’s always hard to adjust but you’ll get the hang of it.”

  She nodded. He walked off and when she started to walk again there was a smile on her face.

  Things would get better. Those girls were just bitches, and there were bitches everywhere. So she’d thought that they wouldn’t be here, but she should have known that they would be. She should have considered the bitch to normal girl ratio, she told herself and a girl played out on her lips.

  ***

  The next few weeks were difficult an
d yet exciting. The girls on the hall of her dorm weren’t too bad, and she found she actually liked a few of them, and that they liked her. That none of them would have gotten invited to that party either had not escaped her notice.