Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  Needless to say, I was living my dream until the property got rezoned and sold ten years ago. But let me share a sample entry from my diary to show you what it was like in the glory days.

  November 3, 1997

  It's 9 pm, and I'm in the circular room in my suite that I like to call the "Voyeur's Paradise." I get off on watching my guests fuck, and I'm proud to confide that I've mastered the nasty art of invading their privacy to the full. I have a bank of 52 small TV screens, all of which display exactly what's going on in the guestrooms at all times. Every room is packed with hidden cameras and microphones; I need only flick a switch and I can see and hear everything. Delicious. Remember, they signed the waiver form.

  I sip my champagne and turn up the volume on Room 16. It's occupied by Thomas and Lisa, a blonde young couple from Amsterdam. They heard about the Black Rose from another couple they met at a live sex show in the red light district.

  Lisa is very, very petite, although she has nice apple-shaped tits. This morning, I zoomed in on her while she was washing up in the sink, and discovered that her pubic region is completely shaved except for a small blonde tuft at the top. She's very shy about speaking English. Thomas is much more fluent. He works as a marketing manager at the same IT company where Lisa does product testing. What a magnificently fit cyclist's body he has, I note now with approval. Right now, he's lying on top of Lisa, kissing her and stroking her body. His long, steadily stiffening prick is clearly visible against the cream-colored bedspread.

  Oh my, is Mistress Rose's hand straying between her thighs again with her dark slacks yanked down to her knees? Yes indeed. But I don't just want to watch and masturbate tonight. I want to participate. I want to control and dominate. And in a house where my pleasure always, always comes first, I'm going to take exactly what I want.

  I press a button that will summon two of my staff members within the next ten minutes. The hotel has five employees, two strong men and three servant girls, all subject to my command.

  Meanwhile, it's time for me to dress for the occasion. I step into the walk-in closet in my bedroom and select a magnificent blue satin robe that opens in the front, emblazoned with blazing red roses. Long leather gloves in a matching red shade. My favorite black boots, thigh-high, and pointing the way to my black Calais lace crotchless panties. And then I reach for the top shelf, where I keep my extensive collection of masquerade and fetish masks. I select an exquisitely shaped gold mask that conceals the upper half of my face but leaves my beautiful mouth fully exposed. I tie the straps in place, and the two horns point upwards, representing an Assyrian fertility goddess.

  There's a knock at my door. "Come in!" I respond.

  My two male servants enter, each shirtless and wearing full black hood masks with eyeholes and matching slacks. I explain what I want and they nod wordlessly. My pussy is throbbing now with need. I glance into the Voyeur's Paradise once again and see Thomas and Lisa entwined on their bed. I'm ready to be the aggressor and take whatever the fuck I want.

  With me leading the way, we head downstairs and stride silently through the dim-lit second-floor hallway. Up ahead stands Jessica, one of my female slaves, a tall, slender, 20-year-old volleyball player from the University of Washington. She is naked and wearing an ankle cuff that's attached to the wall. As I pass, I only acknowledge her by stopping and raising my right boot six inches off the ground. Jessica quickly kneels and tongues the bottom of my boot, clearly showing her submission to me. I am so fucking excited now.

  We stop in front of room 16. I can hear an old Depeche Mode record playing inside. One of my servants hands me the heavy bronze key. I unlock the door and march in. Thomas raises his head with a look of shock. Lisa is kneeling on the bed, sucking his erection fervently, but now her face jolts up too.

  "Grab her! Hold her down!" I order my servants.

  They quickly seize Lisa, as she screams out, and lift her into an armchair next to the bed, pinning her arms in place. She curses in Dutch and tries to wriggle away, but can't.

  "You like that, slave? You want to see what I'm going to do to your boyfriend?" I say in a loud, confident voice.

  Thomas is still lying there, stupefied. He tries to get over to Lisa but the larger of my two servants holds him back.

  "Get back on the bed, Thomas," I say.

  He complies. Still fully erect. I turn up the lights in the room so the little Dutch cunt can see everything. Deliberately maintaining eye contact with Lisa, I recline on the bed and take Thomas's thick, uncircumised cock in my gloved right hand. I caress his balls with my other hand.

  "Mmmmm...what a delicious-looking cock," I taunt Lisa.

  I get off the bed and go over to her. I kiss her hand on the mouth, forcing my tongue between her lips, knowing she has never kissed a woman before, enjoying every moment. I love forced bi action with a willing submissive who's there for my use. My hands roam all over Lisa as the servant holds her in place: I cup her tits and run a knowing finger over her irrepressibly aroused, smooth little fuck-slit.

  I pull back and slowly, deliberately extend my tongue directly in front of Lisa's face, making her watch. My eyes are blazing with power now.

  Returning to the bed, I take Thomas's stiff cock with my right hand, gripping it at the base, and begin to lick it like an ice cream cone, moaning with loud enjoyment as if no one else is in the room but me.

  Thomas's face contorts with pleasure -- he can't help it. "Oh shit," he moans. "Oh shit!"

  Already a long trail of shiny pre-come is trickling down the side of his thick, veined shaft. I lap it up, showing my come-covered tongue to the Dutch cunt and making her understand her place.

  "You see that, bitch? You like watching Mistress Rose drink your man's come and do whatever she wants?" Without waiting for her response, my head goes down on Thomas's length and I start to suck him off.

  "Oh my God," Thomas gasps. "You are so much better than Lisa." My soaked cunt completely contracts at the moment he says that. I reach back and frig myself.

  It's a sign for the man servant holding down Lisa. Mistress Rose needs more satisfaction, and he has his orders. Without turning my head, I hear Lisa scream again as he grabs her by the hair. His hands clamp my ass and he lifts up my robe to do his duty. Lisa gets underneath and starts to lick at my clit while my servant unzips his fly and thrusts his long dick into me.

  I desperately want to be filled with come at both ends. I pull my head up off Thomas's cock and start jacking him off, talking roughly.

  "Fuck me, you motherfucker!" I groan out to my servant. "Fuck me! And make her lick my ass!"

  Again, wordlessly, he pulls Lisa up, and I feel her young tongue circling my asshole while I'm getting fucked. I can hardly stand the sensation, especially when the tip of her tongue strays into my asshole. Yes -- oh my fucking God.

  My other servant kneels next to me on the bed, produces his cock and starts beating off. "Oh yeah! Oh shit!" I scream.

  I love being in the center of a group, getting fucked with my robe on and my mask on. I'm getting ready to cream in a huge way.

  It happens -- right when Lisa is forced to slide her tongue as deep up my ass as she can. Seconds later, Thomas starts to shoot his load and I bury my face on his cock, swallowing that come greedily. Another loud gasp comes from my servant beating off, and I feel a hot jet of come spatter across my neck and on to the cream-colored bedspread.

  My man at the back groans, "Fuck! Now!" And then he too releases, leaving half his cum-load inside Mistress Rose's beautiful cunt and spraying the rest all over his mistress's well-fucked ass.

  I scream and roll away on the bed, as hands reach out to caress and worship me. I fucking need it and deserve it. I am a goddess and a mistress. I feel so fucking good.

  When I'm fully recuperated, I order my servants to lift me and carry me back to the Mistress Suite. Thomas and Lisa climb back under the sheets, exhausted.

  "You're going to learn more tomorrow about how to worship a real woman," I tell Lisa bef
ore we go. "I will see you at breakfast."

  "Yes, Mistress Rose," she says, eyes downcast, but with a shy flickering smile. I know she will serve me well.

  The End.

  Teaching Sensuality

  "Rachaad, let me show you how to massage your wife."

  Considering that moments before the three of us had been a tangled sweaty mess of sex and passion, this was an abrupt change of direction. He was like the energizer bunny-his incredibly sculpted body worked like a fucking-machine. She responded to his energy, but I wanted him to see her sensuality.

  "Danielle, it is your turn to be worshipped. Lay down here, and let me take over."

  Her slow smile proved that my instincts were on target. She laid back on the blanket spread on the floor as I pulled out the bottle of aphrodisiac massage oil.

  "Close your eyes."

  As Rachaad knelt opposite me, I spread a drop of oil over my fingers and reached out to offer the delicious scent to him. His groan of approval was all that I needed. I started by gently stroking the sides of her face, trailing my fingers along her sculpted cheek bones, teasing the relaxation from her.

  The delicately rich aroma of the oil penetrated her sexual haze and she moaned softly, releasing the breath she had been holding. This was a new experience for me. Never before had I given a woman a sensual massage while her husband watched, while we were all naked.

  Her beauty entranced me, her dark hair, and eyes very exotic -- the embodiment of my own female ideal. My fingers could not constrain themselves, and slowly I moved from her face to her neck with the gentlest of touches. Her soft sighs encouraged my exploration. I traced the smooth mounds of her full breasts, stopping to slowly encircle her dark nipples, teasing their softness to peaks of arousal.

  "I cannot believe how beautiful you are! Seriously, I love this!"

  Her shy giggle made all three of us burst into laughter...the sexual tension was rebuilding so very quickly. Suddenly I wanted to touch her whole body with mine. Pouring more oil into my hand, I began to massage my own breasts and moved so that I was kneeling between her legs. Her eyes fluttered open as I lowered my body to hers, my own full breasts sliding along hers as I used my entire body to massage hers.

  "I can't watch this anymore!"

  Rachaad's sudden outburst caught me off guard as he reached out to touch both of us. He moved so quickly that I turned to him, my breath catching as he slapped my ass.

  "Oh, no you don't! I am not done with her!"

  Rising, I said, "Danielle, turn over, he needs to be part of this."

  As she turned, I looked at him, and caught his lips with mine, tasting the sweetness and excitement. I shifted position so that once again she lay between us.

  I waited a moment, wanting her to be unsure of what would happen next. Wanting to surprise her, I unexpectedly drizzled the massage oil down her spine, the coldness of the oil making her gasp and giggle. Rachaad moved to touch her, but I grabbed his hand.

  "Slow down! This is about touching her for the sake of touch, making her relax and pay attention to her own body."

  Sensuously, I moved my hands over his, increasing pressure and taking control of his movements. Together, we slid our hands down her sexy back, and onto the rise of her hips. I could feel the moment that he understood the right amount of pressure.

  I switched sides so that he was on the right and I was on the left.

  "Mirror my movements," I whispered as our eyes locked.

  He leaned over her and dragged his tongue across my lips, then nibbling in a soft tender kiss. I began to move my hands along her body, alternating speed and depth of pressure. He did well keeping up with my movements, feeling his wife's body relax under our touch.

  Her moans increased, and I could tell that she was just as aroused by this as I was-as we both were.

  I moved toward her feet, leaving him to massage her back as I trailed my fingers along the curve of her ass, venturing to dip into the sweet, softness of her sex, just enough to tease.

  "I love your body...and I'm not just saying that. You are gorgeous, I love your legs, the softness of your skin, the firmness of your muscles."

  A sudden urgency hit me, and gently pushing him back, I urged her to turn over. As she did, I met her lips, the softness of her kiss surprising me again, so different from kissing a man, so incredibly yielding. I swiftly moved down her body, pressing her legs open, revealing her smooth wet sex to me. Spreading her labia with my fingers to reveal her clit, I tasted her again.

  Somehow, the massage had made both of us SO much wetter. I savored the taste of her, sucking her clit gently, dipping my tongue into her smooth pussy.

  She did not speak, but her body arched toward me, greedily seeking more. I continued to suck on her clit as I applied a bit of lube to my fingers. I dipped into her, exploring with one finger, then two, then three, reaching for her g-spot. I wondered how far I could push her. What would she let me do?

  As I pushed the fourth finger into her, she cried out, gyrating her hips, fucking back toward my hand. I took this as a sign of approval and increased the force of my penetration, wanting to get my whole hand into her, wanting to make her lose control and cum for me.

  The sounds changed and I glanced up to see that Rachaad had filled her beautiful mouth with his hard cock. She took it all, deep, and his groans indicated that she was doing it quite well.

  I pulled my hand from her, tasting her arousal, running my tongue slowly up and down her juicy slit. Her clit stood proudly at attention, her pussy so very, very wet. My lips once again claimed her clit and I plunged my hand, this time most of it, into her. Her muscles clenched around me as she came, the pulsation squeezing me tightly, filling me with pride and lust. Her cries were drowned out by his cock in her throat, but her body said everything as she arched, simultaneously trying to get away and get more.

  As her climax subsided, I could tell that she needed a break. I moved away, watching as she continued to deepthroat his cock.

  She gasped for air, turning away from him, the trail of saliva entrancing me. I glanced up and caught Rachaad's eye.

  "I want to fuck you again," he said, the animal look in his eyes saying that it was going to be a wild ride.

  With a laugh, I tossed him a condom, and lay back, opening my own sopping wet pussy to him. I pulled myself up onto the couch as Danielle moved out of the way, breathlessly watching as he moved toward me.

  He roughly pulled me to the edge of the couch and plunged his achingly hard cock into me with one swift stroke.

  "AHHH, fuck!"

  I was surprised at the perfect roughness and agility with which he stabbed into me, burying his cock to the hilt. I rose back to meet him, equally excited by the moment. The angle of his cock rubbed perfectly against my engorged clit and I climaxed almost instantly. He fucked me hard and fast, and I could not hold back the orgasms. Wave after wave hit me and he used the last of his energy to plunder my eager body.

  Our bodies moved as one, slick with oil and sweat. He kissed me roughly, taking what little breath I had and fucking me with a wild abandon. His hard body continued to nail into me, and as I scratched my nails along his back, he exploded with a barely contained yell, his cock pulsating into me as his entire body froze. I felt the heat of his cum exploding from his cock and came again, the powerful orgasm tearing through my body and leaving me breathless.

  As we lay on the couch, gasping, Danielle moved closer and gently kissed each of us in turn.

  "That was fantastic," she said, her gorgeous smile showing just how much she enjoyed watching him fuck me.

  The laughter of agreement filled the room.

  The End.

  Blackmail by Black Men

  Cindy followed Ben into an office. He was her supervisor and they'd been flirting for the past three months. She didn't know why, because he was out of her class. A recent graduate from the University of Georgia, he was a lady killer: handsome, tall, blonde, built, and popular with all the girls in the office.
On the other hand, she was ordinary with shapely legs, an hour-glass figure and a small set of tits none of which drew attention from other men in the office.

  He didn't turn the lights on. She walked into his open arms and his mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss. Surprised but pleased she responded to him as thought it were perfectly natural.

  "I'm going to make love to you," he whispered. His hands found her bra snaps and expertly unfastened them through her thin blouse.

  Pleased with his intentions, she unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it open, and removed the cups from beneath her baseball sized breasts.

  Eagerly, he slipped his hand between her waist and panties and pulled them around her narrow hips toward the floor and said quietly, "Take them off."

  She bent at the waist, and pulled them over her feet. As she did so, his hands cupped her breasts and his lips sought one nipple and his hand enticed the other.

  "Why me?" She asked enjoying his hands on her tits. His erection was prodding her stomach, and she stroked it through his khaki's.

  He responded by bucking his cock back and forth, "Unzip my pants," he said as his mouth found her other nipple and one hand slipped through her tangled pubic hair to rub across her slit.

  She struggled with the zipper but finally got it down and fished his erection through the opening in his boxer shorts. It was long, hard, and oozing pre-cum. She felt his finger separate her pussy lips and enter her wetness. She sighed and moved her hips in rhythm with his finger.