Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

You walk around in front of me and strip nude. My eyes open wide when I see just how big it is! You rub the head of it over my lips and around my face.

  "I'm gonna take this gag out and you know what to do. Try to bite it and you'll never leave this room. Agreed?" you say.

  Again I nod.

  The gag is removed and your cock is slid into my mouth where I wrap my lips around it. You back arches from the warm, wet saliva. You hold my head and slowly thrust your hips.

  "Point your toes Natalie. That's it, but HARDER. Your toes should always be pointed!" Your cock shines with my saliva. You can't take much of this without cumming.

  You pull him out of my mouth and cut the rope holding my hands and feet together. My bound ankles lay flat on the bed. Walking around behind me, you pull my feet off the bed by my ankles.

  "Time for your first ever foot rape Natalie!" you exclaim.

  You slide it between my arches and use your hands to keep them pressed tightly together. Your thumbs massaging my wrinkled soles as you fuck my feet. It isn't long before you pull it out and aim it down at my soles as you jerk off like crazy. The next thing I feel is my soles being sprayed with a massive amount of cum! It is all over my wrinkled soles and dripping down to my toes. You nearly collapse from the strain. Before you pass out you walk back over and gag me again.

  "Take a nap Natalie. We are done with round one!"

  The End.

  Naked Ambition

  There is no question we live in a tough economy. It's difficult enough for most of us to find any job, let alone one in which we've had training and skills. Desperate times called for desperate measures in several of those cases, and during a recent job interview, you could say I was one of the desperate.

  I was living on my savings since my unemployment compensation benefits expired after the last extension, but it wouldn't be much longer before they too depleted. I already cashed in on some of my investments to pay off my condo. During the entire time, I've hunted for the same kind of career position I'd held for almost twenty years before the newspaper was sold to a major company was a tough feat.

  Journalism students straight from college rarely had success putting their newly acquired degrees to use; at forty-two, it was much more difficult for me. I still sold some freelance articles and stories from home, but I needed a steady income to stay afloat financially.

  When I received a response to my online resume to interview for a position at one of the local TV stations, I was thrilled, yet somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that my chances of getting a field reporter spot were slim to none. After all, why should they settle for someone my age when there were so many young, attractive, and equally ambitious women?

  I arrived at the studios and gave the receptionist my name. She consulted a list on her desk. "Oh, yes, Jeff will be conducting your interview. Second door on your right down the hallway."

  I found Jeff's office and knocked on the door. A man's voice yelled for me to come in. When I opened the door, I faced a well-dressed man who didn't look much older than twenty-one.

  My God, he's still a kid. This should be fun, I thought.

  I cleared my throat and introduced myself. I immediately apologized for being late.

  Jeff eyed my body from head to toe and I felt the color rising in my neck. I've always tended to blush when people stare at me. "Yes, you must be Susan. Harmon," he finally said and took my resume.

  "One thing we emphasize is punctuality," he continued not looking up from reading the resume. "Not being on time today is one strike against you, and from what I see on your resume, I don't think you'd be cut out for one of our open positions."

  I was right; this was a waste of time, I thought. I'm just too old.

  I explained that I had other qualifications and assets and he should reconsider my application. I was willing to do anything.

  Jeff looked at me and a devilish grin crossed his face. "Really? Anything?"

  "I'd like to offer my skills to your station," I replied.

  His eyes roamed my body again. "Well, there's one thing you can do."

  "What?"

  I was practically in shock when Jeff instructed me to take off my top, adding if I wanted a job I had to show him HOW much I desired it.

  I'd always prided myself on getting work the old-fashioned way, but since my present circumstances were bleak, if getting even the most menial job at the station meant doing anyone as well as anything, then I should give in to the desires of the man sitting before me. For still being quite young, Jeff was attractive and sexy, so maybe showing him my breasts wouldn't be such a bad thing.

  I pulled off my top so Jeff could see my naked chest and saw him rubbing the rising tent in his khaki pants. He motioned me to drop my skirt and grinned with appreciation after I did. "You got great tits and one fine ass. I love women with a few curves on her, and yours are perfect."

  He asked me to sit on a black leather couch. After I did, he drew closer and removed his clothes. Jeff had an amazing body with a perfect ass, flat stomach, and of course, a very well-endowed cock. I knew what Jeff wanted me to do. He smiled down at me while he stroked his throbbing shaft in front of my face.

  I began licking his balls while I stroked his shaft. Jeff leaned back his head back and sighed with content. Taking the cue, I moved my mouth over his shaft, taking down as much of his dick as I could before I felt its head at the back of my throat.

  If sucking his cock was going to be the rest of the interview, then I was going to make sure that hot young stud got the blow job of his life!

  He pulled his wet cock out of my mouth and then straddled my body. He held my breasts together and then pushed his penis between them. Jeff's hands pushed my tits firmly together to form a tighter hole while he thrust his cock in and out of my cleavage.

  After several minutes, he slid down my body and pulled apart my pussy lips. He pushed his face between my thighs as he licked and sucked my pussy. I rocked my hips bone in motions I never knew I could around his lips as his tongue darted inside me. I didn't know how many times I actually came, but my body was still shivering when Jeff finished pleasing me with his mouth and then mounted himself on top of me.

  My hands pushed against his body as I felt his steel hard cock moving inside me. I moaned with pleasure as his pushed deeper and his thrusts increased. Grabbing my body, he started hammering into my tight sweet spot and my tits bounced with every motion of his hips. Jeff's body began to break out in beads of sweat as he slipped his arms under my legs and contained to fuck me hard until I exploded in orgasm.

  Jeff pulled out after several minutes. "Get on all fours," he ordered.

  I turned over and it didn't take long for him to plunge back in my pussy and start fucking me in hardcore doggie style. I pushed my thighs back on his hips and our moans began to fill the room. His hand reached below my chest and grabbed my tits while we fucked like animals in heat.

  He pulled out and turned me on my back again. It was almost all I could do to keep from laughing when his cell phone rang and he took the call. Jeff casually spoke on the phone with someone who was clearly a friend while he continued to fuck me - I am not kidding!

  Jeff finished his phone call just as I noticed the familiar feeling inside me of a man about to come. Within minutes, he pushed his cock deeper and increased his thrusts, grunting each time he slammed his hips against mine.

  He let out an animalistic groan as I felt his release in me. After a few more thrusts, he collapsed on top of me, clearly satisfied. We lay like that for several minutes before lifting his body from mine and we sat together, still naked.

  "My buddy was right about one thing...cougar sex ROCKS!" he said with a wide smile. "Now, I have some good and bad news."

  I stared incredulously at him. I'd just spent the last half and hour fucking a guy who was practically a stranger and I wasn't going to be offered a job after all?

  "Give me the bad news first," I said.

  "Well, we filled all of the field posi
tions, but the good news is I have something else in mind for you. I need a personal assistant in the worst way, and judging from what I've seen, you are far more than qualified. I'll even throw in medical and other benefits." He winked. "Be warned, some of those benefits could be..let's say the 'physical' kind."

  "But..." I began.

  "Don't worry, I've been cut," Jeff said, as if he'd read my mind. "Love kids, but no desire to have my own."

  It wasn't something I'd consider under normal circumstances, but how could I refuse a such another great opportunity, particularly if I can "assist" him in other ways?

  I start work on Monday.

  The End.

  Welcome Home

  It'd been two long months since she had felt his arms wrapped around her waist, his body pressed against hers, his hand enclosed in hers. Every day for two months she daydreamed and fantasized about when they would be together again. After a seemingly unending wait, today was finally the day that his plane landed back in the US. She'd spent forever getting ready to see him that day, trying to decide what he might like best. She settled on a simple red dress with a neckline showing her ample cleavage. Her brown hair was down, and she wore minimal makeup around her bright green eyes, knowing this was how he liked her best.

  She immediately noticed him as she pulled up to the terminal, looking even handsomer than she remembered, tanner maybe, from a beachside vacation. She put the car into park, flung open the door and rushed over to him, finally able to end the longing she'd felt to touch him. "I'm so glad you're home, I missed you so incredibly much!" She could feel herself beaming with excitement, the beautiful feeling of the end of missing someone. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close to her, feeling the heat of his body, the familiarity in his touch.

  She couldn't wait to get him home. Of course while he was gone, she could replay their prior hookups in her mind, imagining how he touched her, how she touched him, how sexy he was, how much he turned her on. It did the trick, no doubt, but nothing can compare to the real thing. The thirty minute drive from the airport to her apartment felt unreasonably long. She debated pulling off at a random exit and relocating to the backseat, having him then and there but considering it was still light outside, decided she must be patient.

  When she pulled into her parking lot, she realized her roommate was still at work and not going to be home for hours. "Perfect" she thought, "No need for any discretion then." The second the door to her apartment was closed, she pinned him up against it, finally able to act on everything she'd been waiting for for two months. She kissed him, insatiably, unable to get enough fast enough to satisfy how much she wanted him. She removed her hands from holding his against the wall and let them roam all over his body, touching everything the she had missed so much-his strong arms, his perfect chest that she longed to lay her head against, and when she couldn't resist any longer, started rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. Just feeling him being turned on made her so horny and wet. She needed to get him off, wanted to make him cum, could barely stop herself from tearing off his clothes right there. She rubbed harder as his breathing escalated in anticipation. She knew he wanted it, that he'd waited so long, but she was going to make him wait just a little longer. She took her hands away from his cock, wrapping them around his waist and kissed him deeper. She pulled his shirt over his head, exposing the body that she loved and found so fucking sexy. It was a matter of seconds before one hand was undoing his belt while the other was back to stroking his perfect cock. She got down on her knees where he could see her tits pushed up and together in her dress. She looked up at him, bit her lower lip and smiled before she began kissing all around his cock. She began planting light kisses around the tip and shaft and then slowing licking before taking him completely in her mouth. She sucked his cocked hard and he couldn't believe how amazing it felt. Her mouth was so wet and hot and it felt amazing wrapped around his dick. As she went on, she took him in deeper and deeper each time. He was so close to cumming when...

  She pulled away from him, gestured for him to follow her and turned around to walk to her bedroom. He watched her perfectly round ass as she walked in front of him, unable to resist reaching out and grabbing it after not being able to for so long. She turned and smiled mischievously at him before pulling him into her room. He laid on her bed and she was immediately on top of him, straddling him, grinding against him, head buried into his neck, passionately kissing him. He wrapped his arms around her, both hands grabbing her ass, pulling her into him harder. She sat up, pulling her dress over her head, revealing a black lace bra barely containing her perky 32D breasts. He needed to be touching them. He removed her bra, exposing her bare tits, and flipped her around so that he was on top of her and began kissing and licking them. He could feel her nipples harden and her breath quicken as he used his tongue on her. He moved one his hands down her body to her pussy to find that she was soaking wet. Looking into her eyes he could see the pure lust and how much she needed him right now. He decided if she waited this long, she could wait just a little longer for him. He began stroking her clit, lightly touching her as she gasped and moaned in pleasure before refocusing his attention on her tits and on kissing every inch of her body, except where he knew she wanted it most. He liked to tease her like this, make her wait for her favorite thing. As he got closer, he kissed more softly, slowly, sensuously. He wrapped one of his arms around each of thighs, which she always found so sexy and a good indicator of what was to come. He blew on her clit, making her back arch in pleasure. He began to lick her pussy as she ran her fingers through his hair, needing something to hold onto. After just a few minutes of licking and kissing, she could feel herself getting closer to orgasm. "Don't stop", she whispered, "Please don't stop". She could feel her body shudder and convulse with orgasmic pleasure.

  "I want you" she said breathlessly. As he positioned himself to enter her, she said "wait, not here". She stood up and pushed everything off her desk, letting it fall to the ground as she hopped up on the desk, legs spread apart widely apart, her pussy exposed, begging for his cock inside it. He was happy to comply and slowly entered her as she wrapped her legs around him. He thought she was wet before, but post-orgasm her body was completely ready to take him in. He slid effortlessly inside her as she pulled him closer to press her tits against his chest as she kissed his earlobe. He thrusted his entire shaft into her, gaining speed. He felt amazing inside of her, she felt a new wave of pleasure with each thrust. She pushed him so that there was distance between their upper bodies and leaned backwards, giving him an entire view of her body and her tits bouncing from the force of his cock entering her.The sight of her like this was enough to push him over the edge- "I'm gonna cum". "Please cum baby, I want to make you cum so bad, I want it so bad" she whispered in his ear. She loved the seconds before he came, when he looked so lost in the physical sensations of his body, it was so goddamn hot. He pulled out at the last second, ejaculating all over her tits. He felt a sense of calm and release rush over his body. It was good to be back home.

  She grabbed both of his hands and led him back to her bed. He laid on his back, exhaustedly, while they both caught their breath. She laid with him, legs intertwined, with her hand on his chest, nuzzled the nape of his neck with her nose while he stroked her hair, so happy to have the man she loved back. She kissed him softly as they fell asleep, holding each through the night.

  The End.

  Who's the Boss?

  I wake up because my right nipple hurts. I open my eyes and see Lucy's golden-brown pair staring back at me, those deep pools of coffee-coloured lust chaining me to her immediately. Her hand hides under my t-shirt, all the way under my bra. She squeezes my nipple again, her fingers cold against the delicate skin.

  "Hey," she whispers, "Auntie Eleanor has gone to freshen up in her room, I reckon we have about fifteen minutes." Her free hand, the one not fondling my breast, fumbles with my jeans button.

  "Whatever happened to Hello, how are you?" I ask.r />
  "That's so overrated, anyway, I'm good." Her hand is about to cross the last barrier, my underpants. "And we have some unfinished business from this morning."

  "Yeah, about that—" She doesn't let me finish. Her lips feel soft and wet on mine. My mind rewinds a couple of hours, to this morning after the staff meeting, when Lucy summoned me to her office, and kissed me hard against the shut door, until her phone rang. I grab her head and pull her closer. Down the hall, I hear Eleanor, my landlady and my boss's aunt, rummage in her bathroom. I fell asleep in the living room couch an hour ago, but this is not a dream. Lucy's hot mouth on mine is real, so is her hand on the skin of my breast, and her thumb on my nipple. She rolls it between her fingers now, it sends a jolt of pleasure through my veins. Then she retracts her hand and, while keeping her eyes locked on mine, pulls up my t-shirt over my breasts, exposing them to the cool air.

  The fabric of my bra stretches under them, propping them up. Lucy must have pulled it down when I was still asleep. She moves her mouth down and covers my right nipple, the tortured one, with balmy saliva. I feel her teeth graze the edge. That nipple cannot be any harder, it reaches up and tugs at the surrounding dark skin. Her lips focus on the other one now, while her hand grips my breast, hard and hungry.

  I tear at her shirt, I need it to come loose from her pants. I need to touch her skin, I need her nipples between my fingers. But Lucy doesn't give me any leeway, she's in charge. Her moist lips trace a path to my belly-button, her hands remain on my breasts, caressing them alternately with her fingertips and her bright red nails. I am ready for her to rip off my pants and throw them to the other side of the room.

  I know Eleanor could walk in any minute, but I'm beyond caring. I only live to feel Lucy's fingers inside me now. I can't wait, and start pushing my jeans down, but Lucy shoves my hands aside, reminding me who's the boss.

  Her tongue is close to the waistband of my underpants, and traces it with a burning line, her breath sizzling on my skin. Lucy lets her tongue dance over the fabric of my panties, soaking them even more. How much time has passed since I woke up? A clock tick-tocks in the distance. Is that Eleanor humming in the background?