Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  "The lady gets what the lady wants," Adam grinned. She got on all fours and he grabbed her hips. She had a beautiful backside, even the line of her back was sensual. In slid his cock and within a few minutes, he was fucking her with a fury he didn't know that he had. Was it pent-up anger from everything that had been going on or was it merely something Alyssa brought out in him or something else? Whatever it was, his cock was giving her a savage pounding, his hands were on her gorgeous tits and Alyssa was yelling out that she loved every minute of it and calling him all sorts of names that he found sexy as hell.

  Adam had no idea how long he and the blonde fucked, but when they were done their doggy-style screwing, they were far from over. "If you think after one incredible fucking I'm going to let you stop without giving me another, think again mister," she told him. "I haven't shown you how good I am at cowgirl and we might even think up a few new things tonight," Alyssa laughed.

  Alyssa got on top of him and began to slither and wriggle her sleek form up and down his shaft. She was so beautiful, quite possibly more so during the sex act. She seemed to get this glow about her and Adam was inspired to give her the kind of lovemaking she craved. His own energies hadn't even come close to waning yet, his hands and mouth covered her body with attention and her second climax was every bit as strong as her first.

  "Damn," was the only thing that Adam could squeak out. It was a few moments after that when the bedroom door squeaked open and Nessa peaked in. Neither lover made any attempt at covering themselves, things were too far gone for false modesty.

  "Well, it sounded to me like you were doing it right," Nessa said in a soft, conciliatory tone. "I'm glad that the two of you finally -- did the deed. I was just wondering -- would you mind very much if I joined the two of you?"

  Here was a new wrinkle Adam had not counted on. He looked over at Alyssa who didn't know how to respond. Both of them looked back at Nessa. "I know that I have no right to ask, after all that's happened," she told them both. "I'm done with Jack -- finished. I can't believe what an arrogant jerk he was, especially after what I've overheard. You sound like you really know how to fuck Alyssa and it got me horny. I've been bi-curious for a while and I was thinking that maybe my husband deserves a little reward for being such a good guy. If you're not too upset with me, I thought we could give it to him."

  Adam looked at Alyssa again. "It's your call," he said to her.

  Alyssa nodded. "I think she's learned her lesson," she said to her lover. "Okay Nessa, as I've never made it with a woman before, this will be a first for everyone involved. Get out of those clothes and get in here with us."

  Nessa was wearing only a small, red silk robe and she let it drop to the floor. Underneath it was a red bra and panty set and red stilettos. Adam had never seen them before but on his wife, it popped and sizzled. She approached the bed and moved in for a kiss, but it wasn't him that she kissed. It was his -- their -- new lover, Alyssa. The two women tangled tongues and sighs turned into whimpers as Alyssa drew the other blonde into bed with them.

  "That felt wonderful," Nessa purred, her voice nearly hoarse with long-suppressed desire. "I had no idea it would feel that good, my pussy is tingling!"

  "Mine too," Alyssa smiled. She pulled Nessa on top of her and their bodies rubbed together while they kissed. Adam just sat there and watched for a bit, content to let his lovers explore their new relationship. Alyssa's agile hands removed Nessa's lingerie and her mouth sought her nipples while her fingers slid down into the depths of Nessa's cunt and fingered her. Adam heard his wife make guttural groans unlike anything he had ever heard from her before. It was the sexiest sound he had ever heard.

  "Fuh-FUCK!" Nessa moaned. "Let's eat each other's pussies, I've seen that in films and it always looks so sexy. I want to taste your sexy, lovely cunt while you eat mine!"

  Alyssa was up for that, she found Nessa very sexy and she was no longer truly angry with her lover's wife. Nessa had been taken in by Jack and his smooth line as much as any woman, herself included. She and Nessa got into position and began to taste and lick and were soon totally involved with each other's bodies, writhing and seeking hot, wet flesh. The aroma of arousal began to fill the bedroom.

  Adam watched as they hunched and squealed and finally broke apart. Alyssa showed Nessa how to "trib" and the two women rubbed their pussies together until both had another explosive climax. It was at that point Alyssa and Nessa turned their attentions to Adam.

  "Poor baby, we've ignored him for over 30 minutes," Nessa said to Alyssa.

  "You can ignore me like that any time you like," Adam laughed. "That was the damned sexiest thing I've ever seen!"

  "Oh, yeah?" Alyssa giggled. "How about this, then?" She and Nessa teamed up and began licking and sucking his cock until it was solid and shining.

  "I've never seen him that hard and stiff before, it's amazing," Nessa remarked. "We're going to fuck your brains out baby, aren't we sweetie?" She said to Alyssa.

  "Uh-huh," Alyssa agreed, kissing Nessa again. "You ride his cock and face me, I'll ride his face and we'll switch it up. Good thing I made him a good dinner tonight, he'll need his strength to keep up with us two horny bitches!"

  Nessa laughed as she got on top of her husband and swiveled herself down and inched further down his shaft. He really did feel bigger and harder and his virility was amazing. Had he become a new person in so short a time? If so, all the bullshit with Jack had been worth it. She didn't intend on leaving Adam again, especially not if he could handle two wanton women. Alyssa was a new and very welcome playmate and Nessa wondered just how Adam could have resisted her charms for so long. There was obviously far more to her husband than she had ever suspected.

  "Oh my fucking GOD!" Nessa shouted as her husband's cock fucked her hard. She let her words be muffled as she and the other blonde kissed heatedly. She liked kissing Alyssa, the softness was so different from the roughness of a man, with beard stubble and such. Still, both had their plusses and the thick cock that was battering her cunt proved that. Her body trembled with pleasure as the three lovers came close to completing a 3-point orgasm. There was one final yell and that goal was reached.

  "I don't know about you kids," Alyssa smiled "But I need food. I made a cake earlier, why don't I put on coffee and we can take a break. But I do mean a break -- I want more -- from both of you," she grinned. Her friends agreed and followed her downstairs.

  "Where are you going to stay if you aren't going back to Jack?" Adam finally voiced the question as they ate.

  "I have my own bank account with about 20 thousand in it, I'll be okay for a bit," Alyssa told them both. "I can always call some friends, if I have to."

  "No need," Nessa chimed. "Stay here. You can help me with the housework and cooking, I'm nowhere near as good as you are. We won't charge you a penny and there's two huge bedrooms that are empty, take whichever one you want."

  "What if I don't want one of those bedrooms?" Alyssa grinned, kissing Nessa quickly on the lips. "What if I want to keep using the one that we used tonight?"

  Nessa's voice took on a dulcet tone as she thought over Alyssa's tempting suggestion. "I'm sure that something like that could be worked out. I'm sure Adam won't object, will you sweetheart?"

  The End.

  The Secretary

  The other girls in the office don't see what I see. You know the ones I mean, the young women who still call themselves secretaries as opposed to personal or executive assistants. The ones who want to work for the young, handsome executives or the dashing, successful older ones. The ones who dress in the clingy blouses and tight little pencil skirts. The ones who want the younger ones are looking for boyfriends or husbands. The ones who want the older ones want to become little pieces on the side, kept women whose bills get paid by virtue of their ability to make old men feel young again without pharmaceutical assistance.

  They don't understand how happy I am to be working for you. To them, all they see is someone in middle management. Someone nearing
middle age but without the company Cadillac or vacation house down the shore to show for it. Someone with grey hair and a little too much of a midsection. Someone who isn't a sugar daddy or the kind of husband you can brag about to sorority sisters.

  That's because they don't get it. I don't want a new necklace and I don't want to start planning a wedding. I just want to get fucked. And I want to get fucked by you.

  I didn't even understand it myself at first. I remember on my first day here, being all shy and nervous. I needed the job and didn't want to screw things up. People all seemed friendly at first, then I got introduced to you. You'd barely gotten done shaking my hand that you grumbled about having to waste time getting me up to speed and how you needed me to "hit the ground running". I didn't even understand it that night as I lay in bed, my hands under the waistband of my panties. I fucked myself for hours that night, until I was sore and raw and my sheets were soaked through.

  I didn't really understand it until later that week. You looked constantly angry. Everything you said was always joined by some annoyed or exasperated remark. Anger at the "bootlickers" who'd been promoted ahead of you or the "morons" you supervised. Little remarks about how they don't pay you enough or how under appreciated you are. About how your wife and daughters were giving you hell. Finally, after one shouting match on the phone, I remember hearing you say the words that helped me put the heat I felt into words.

  "One of these days," you said, "I'm just going to explode."

  I remember you saying those words and my mouth going dry and my panties getting soaked. One of these days all of your frustrations, the ones that had been building for 25 years at this job and 23 years of marriage, were going to bubble up and over. And I wanted to be the one you lost control around. The one that you lost your composure with. I wanted every little drop of resentment you'd ever felt as you climbed the corporate ladder, every little bit of energy you saved when you swallowed your tongue instead of telling your wife to fuck off, the rage at every incompetent employee or slow bank teller or speeding ticket. I wanted it all to just rush out of you as you used my body. To have all that accumulated tension channelled into your cock and pounded into my dripping pussy. To be a sort of human stress ball that just absorbed all of it when you, after fucking me with a savage intensity and roughness, blew a huge load of hot, sticky cum into the very depths of my cunt.

  I'd cum, you know. You wouldn't notice or care but with my skirt hiked up, panties yanked to one side and bent over your desk I'd cum screaming as you fucked me. Cumming for me, well, it's a mental thing. And this fantasy has me more excited than any charming smile from a pretty boy ever has. I used to be like other girls, you know, I'd go to the movies or the beach and see a great looking guy with a well toned body and that would be in my fantasies for a while. But that's gone now. Now in my mind's eye I'm being angrily fucked by a middle aged man and my fingers are bringing me off faster and more often than ever before.

  I can hear it, you know, the frustration in your voice. I hear it when you buzz me and say, in that gruff demanding voice, "Tara, get in here". I can really hear it when you have no use for familiarities and say "Ms. Devereaux, get in here now". I can feel myself get wet when you say that, feel it drip to my thighs as I walk into your office to take notes or be sent on an errand. Every time I hope you look at me with naked lust and let me know that the reason you called me in was so I could get on my knees and open my mouth wide as you stuff every inch of your cock into my throat but, no, so far it's just the usual stuff.

  It's not like I'm the first one who's noticed this either. The way you chew out your subordinates is legendary. They're terrified of you. I've heard it, you know, one of them screws up in even some minor way. Ranting and raving about their incompetence and their stupidity at the top of your voice. I've seen men leave your office looking shell-shocked and women on the verge of tears. I try not to catch their eyes, though. I'm too busy doing my best to not leave a wet spot on my chair.

  I've never made an error like that but I picture it. I picture getting an important date or name wrong and you just absolutely losing it with me. Yelling at me all the things you yell at them. Only when I picture it I'm naked, my hands bound behind my back with your necktie and my wet panties stuffed into my mouth. Your heavy cock is inside of me, spearing me again and again until, you say, I'll learn.

  I know you've noticed me. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm blonde, by all accounts pleasing to the eye and young enough to be your daughter. Most men can and do look. I know you think I haven't caught it but every now and then I catch you looking at me before you avert your eyes, probably afraid of a sexual harassment lawsuit. If you only knew. I've done my best to encourage it. Nothing indecent. My hemlines are a little higher maybe, my sweaters and blouses hug the curves of my breasts a little tighter. And underneath, well, every day it might be the day, right? So I'm sure you'd understand that on that fateful day when you do tear my clothes off of me you'll find a slinky little thong or a black lace set. Somedays I think about just going without but...well, I'll save that. I like to imagine that I'll have plenty of time to sit at my desk without my panties, my hair dishevelled, my sweater slightly torn, a fresh batch of your hot cum leaking out of me.

  But you noticing me raises an interesting question. I've cum thinking about you, have you cum thinking about me? Has that wife of yours gotten a particularly energetic fucking of late as you pictured it was me your dick was pounding into? I bet she has, the lucky cow. I've talked to her on the phone. She sounds like a bit of a cold fish. The type that just lies there and maybe gives you a half-hearted blow job on your birthday. If I was in that bed and you told me you wanted me to fuck you I'd slam my cunt up and down your cock until I passed out from exhaustion.

  And with the frustration you carry, I know she doesn't fuck you enough. I bet a lot of nights it's a dark room, internet porn and your own hand. It's such a waste. It could be me, on my knees, looking up at you with my big brown eyes as my lips lock around first one ball, then the other, before sucking your cock into my mouth. Not stopping until you were to ready to explode and then letting you just burst onto my face, covering me with every drop you'd been saving up. Feeling it splash against my skin before I greedily scoop it into my mouth.

  I could do that all the time. Wouldn't you like that? Instead of glowering through those conference calls I could be under your desk, looking every bit the immaculate professional woman except for my lips stretched obscenely around the head of your cock as I jacked you off into my mouth. And when you were done you could just send me back out, to sit at my desk with the taste of your semen still on my tongue. You could call me in like that three, four times a day and every time I'd be hungry for more.

  But you know when you get the angriest? When I see you almost burst and I get the closest to believing the day may come? When your daughters call. You've got two. The older one is getting married and the younger one just graduated college. Each time after one of them calls you tell me to get your banker on the phone. I know it's because you're paying for the one's wedding and you're paying the other one's rent. I know the younger one calls you up to beg her daddy for more of an allowance while the younger one whines and cries about having the perfect wedding no matter how much it costs.

  You could definitely work out those frustrations with me. I know I even look a little bit like them. I'm right in between their ages and they're blondes with tight little bodies like me. I'd be happy to call you daddy and beg for more. I'd just be doing it with your cock buried deep in my ass and I'd be begging you to make sure every drop of your cum gets blasted into my tight little asshole. Or I could dress up like a bride for you. After all, you're paying for things. Shouldn't you be the one who gets to yank up that pristine white dress, rip off my bridal panties and be the first man to blast a huge load of sperm into my unprotected pussy? I think so. In fact, I'd insist on it.

  It just makes me sad. You look like you could use a dirty little fuck toy. You've got a per
fect one right outside your office if you'd just use me for what I was built for. I want it so badly, sir. I fuck myself thinking about it but my fingers are no substitute for a thick, hard cock just slamming into me harder and harder until I just can't take it anymore. Please sir, I'd be such a dedicated little whore. Won't you please give me what I need?

  The End.

  Happy Subterfuge

  Who says fantasies don't come true? Well actually, I had something that happened to me that was so too-good-to-be-true that I hadn't even actually fantasized about it before -- although I would have if I had ever thought of it.

  I guess before you'll believe it, I have to tell you a little about me. I'm a constantly horny 21 year old little bisexual (only 110 pounds soaking wet), with long dark brown hair, brown eyes, average sized tits, and way, way above average libido. I don't go to clubs too often, but when I do I really enjoy myself. I love dancing and flirting.

  So anyway, I went to this club where the action was pretty hot and heavy. I was scoping out the all the guests, both those with and without dongs. I kept noticing this really beautiful sexy girl sitting in a lounge area, not dancing too much. I mean she really had beautiful facial features; the few times she stood up she looked to be about 5 inches taller than I was. She had a nice feminine skirt and blouse, the skirt just below the knee, but a long sleeve blouse and stockings. Too much makeup, I thought, someone that good looking doesn't need it; and why cover up such a beautiful body, especially when it is warm outside? But what the hell, to each their own.

  What really attracted me to her were her plump juicy lips, and really big blue eyes. She also had nice blond hair -- although it was so neat, it might have been a wig, I really couldn't tell for sure. Her tits were small, but I like women with small tits.