Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  "May I come in?" She asked in a hushed tone as she gazed around the room at the mess he had made.

  "It would be an honor." He replied.

  "I hold no grudges for what you did tonight." She said in a tone that sounded older than her years.

  He held her gaze, though hers did not waver. Some timid part of her died and was replaced with a strong willed woman.

  "I am truly sorry for what I did. I had no intention on harming you." He pleaded with her.

  "I know, my Lord. You were hungry after all." She said, making her way over to the door.

  He grabbed her hand. "We are on good terms then?"

  "Of course. I live to do nothing but be here for you."

  She crossed the threshold of the door and paused. "Though, I do wish you would have used what you had in your jeans. It has been a very long time and I think I deserve at least that much. Unless you do not find me attractive." her voice seemed taunting and a bit angry all at once.

  He grinned a sharp grin and knew where she was coming from. Taking the opportunity he had and pulled her back into his room, slamming the door shut after her with a loud bang. His quarters were rather large, so they could avoid the mess he made earlier. Christopher pushed her against the wall and leaned closer to her body than would normally be acceptable. He looked into her eyes and as his hand found her fully developed hips and saw the grin she was trying to suppress for so long .

  "Have I ever told you your rage is inexplicably sexy, my Lord?" She purred, tying her fingers around his neck. His grin only became wider as he realized she was inviting him in. He yearned so badly for her and would not loose this chance. He kissed her deeply, finally being allowed to feel the soft sweetness of her lips. He listened to her heart become more erratic. Her pulse vibrating under his hands. He squeezed her hips, making sure she was real this time, and not just another one of his fantasies. Her breath quickened as his tongue slid past her lips, dancing within her mouth and flirting with her tongue. His jeans once against became too small. She felt him and grinned even wider as their silent kisses went on. She moaned softly as he pushed himself into her thighs more, his second head vying for the female's attention. Her hands found his protruding extremity and lovingly caressed it through the man's jeans. His excitement grew more and more and her pulse became more rhythmic. He broke off the kiss unwillingly. His lips wanted to stay, but his fangs had other ideas. He found himself by the curve of her neck, groaning for what he knew he couldn't have. It was like waging a war within himself. He wanted to rip he skin and take the rubies she stored away within herself so badly, but she would hurt. This is the last thing he wanted to do to her. His teeth grazed her silky skin and she moaned in anticipation.

  "What are you waiting for?" She asked, as if the touch of his fang was enough to cause her to be winded. "Do it. I beg of you my Lord, do it." The pushed his head closer down toward her neck.

  This was all the approval he needed. Opening wide, he bite down into her jugular vein. Rich, warm rubies leaked from her into his mouth and he felt as if he had gone to heaven instead of the hell he was destined to. He lost himself in her as they moaned in unison. The blood was enough to excite him, but the pheromones in his bite was enough to get her off a million times and more. He drank deeply, but stopped just in case her body could no longer stand it. He licked the wound closed and kissed her again hard on her mouth. He white blouse was stained in red. Using his nail he torn and ripped and every strand of fabric that blouse held and exposed her and her black under garment. She pushed away from him, stood at the end of the bed and undid her jeans. Perching herself at the bottom of the mattress, she beckoned him forward with her pointer finger, a slight grin playing on her lips.

  He all but flew to the woman. His secret extremity could no longer be contained and she saw to that. Wriggling him out of his jeans, she took him extremity into her hands, relieving the man of the tension he held in for so long. Gripping it, she felt the pulsing of his own heart beat within in. She watched as the dorsal vein in his extremity pulse. He moaned as she ran a finger down it, pausing slightly as she reached the head, fiddling with the sensitive spot all men had below it. He thrust his part in her hands, leaving her no choice but to give him the forbidden massage. He felt as if he were lost in ecstasy. Her hand were so soft against the softest part of him. His joy only intensified as he felt her lips enclose his manhood. Her tongue played with the tip and he felt as if then and there he would past out. Making a wrong move, Avery bit down, causing him to thrust into her.

  "I'm sorry.." He grunted out, but she paid him no mind. It was then he noticed. She was assuming the dominated role! This angered him immediately. He is the Alpha. Bidding the wonderful blowjob good-bye, she grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her down against the pillows hard. Her hair fluttered around her as he torn at her underwear with his fangs. She could only giggle then cry out in pleasure as she realized what he was doing. His tongue lapped her most secret opening, nipping and biting as he did. She couldn't contain herself and became lost in his skill. She released slightly into him. This only aroused him more. His animalistic side kicked in and he thrust his tongue deeper and deeper into her secret. He moaned out in pleasure, gripping the pillow for support as she could only imagine herself drifting high into the sky. He released her woman hood and grazed his fangs over the femoral artery in her inner thigh. He bit into her slightly, careful not to rip the artery in two. Within his fading in and out he could her hear calling him. My Lord, my master. Her finger entwined in his hair and pulled. He cut himself off from the pleasure her blood brought her and returned to reality, where the most beautiful woman he ever encountered was just about ready for him. He licked her artery closed.

  Slithering up to her face, he planted a kiss on her lips. He watched her facial changes go from mischief to pain to pleasure as he slide himself in to her wettest and most secret orifice. He could not believe how wonderful her skin felt against him. He cupped her perfect breasts in his hands and rubbed them to alleviate her pain and guide her pleasure elsewhere. Her moans were pained at first because he was her first, but she soon realized the pleasure hidden inside of her. She pushed her hips into him, allowing him for deeper access. The pain intensified as she bite into a pillow to muffle her cries. She was no longer a un-plucked flower. He brushed her sweet spots so many times, he would have sworn she'd pass out if not for the loud, primitive sounds she made. Wrapping her legs around his waist and leaving scratches down his back she took him, as big as he was. He racked her body. His vampiric eyes watching the beads of sweat form around her neck and leak down her skin. Her lips formed o's and a's. Her eyes rolled back into her head with every thrust the man made. Inside he could feel her welling up, ready to give him all she had.

  He groaned her name, "Avery, sweet Avery."

  "More.." Is the only thing she could make out.

  As if her words triggered some part of him, he flipped her over on all four and rammed into her secret orifice as hard as he could. She yelled out in ecstasy. The faster he pushed in and out, the more he realized he loved and wanted to protect this woman with all he had. He leaned in closer and pushed himself completely into her and released. Her pupils dilated with the warm sensation she felt in her abdomen and released her own burden. He bit into her shoulder, muffling his animal noises then used his fangs and allowed the blood to fill up his mouth and over flow onto his face and chest. He licked her wound closed and plopped down next to her. Out of breath she lay by him, turning over and snuggling into his strong chest. He reached over, grabbed a cigarette and lite it. Inhaling the smoke that could due him no harm, he took into play what he had just done. He fucked her, she loved it, and now he loved her. "Well damn.." He thought to himself. A smile danced on his lips.

  "Next time we're doing this my way." She whispered.

  He watched her, his piercing greens eyes boring into her soul. His lips formed into a fine line and all emotion and warmth from his face vanished.

  "You forget who y
our Master is."

  The End.

  The First Date

  "I had always wondered how our paths had never really crossed, all things considered"

  "Yeah, its strange to think we were in the same places at the same times so often but we never really found each other until now"

  I had wanted her for quite a while and so I was excited when she asked me out for drinks. We had known each other casually for years, but when we first met she was married and I hadn't come out yet... I never could have imagined we'd end up hanging out; I certainly didn't expect what happened next.

  We'd sat together having a few beers and talking about sports, school, work, life – a little bit of everything. We started out a couple feet apart in the booth, but as the night progressed we scooted closer and closer until our legs were just barely touching. With every inch she moved closer to me, my mouth got dry, my heart beat faster, and I could feel my pussy tingle in a way it hadn't in a very long time.

  When I said I was too tipsy to go home and she invited me to come crash at her place, I jumped at the chance. I wasn't even sure at first if it was a date or if it was just hockey teammates hanging out together. I figured if I was going to find out, this was my chance. I followed her the couple of blocks to her place; it was just before Christmas and I wasn't even sure my little truck was going to make it through the snow to her house so she drove slowly to make sure she didn't lose me.

  As I pulled up in front of her house, my mind was racing. I was hoping so desperately that the night would end with a kiss. My heart was pounding so hard I thought she'd be able to hear it, my frozen hands suddenly got clammy and as I fantasized about what I would like to have happen next, I carefully made my way to her door. Getting past her dog, who wasn't too sure about me, turned out to be the only obstacle in my path.

  I entered her house and flipped off my wet shoes and tried to shake off the cold. She offered me a quick tour which ended at her bedroom. Since I was planning to stay as I was in no shape to drive home, I stood in front of her bed nervously and she finished up the tour by saying, "and this is my bedroom". No sooner did the words leave her mouth then she tossed the door shut and moved towards me with a ferocity I hadn't expected. With two steps she was away from the door and her arms were wrapped around me, her lips pressed against mine. My knees buckled a bit as she parted my lips with her tongue and kissed me passionately, our tongues dancing together. Clearly this was a first date, and even more clearly, I was about to give it up on the first date.

  She began tearing at my clothes and I eagerly let them fall to the floor. I'd never had anyone undress me before so I was caught a little off guard at her abandon. Besides, we'd changed in the locker room together plenty of times so I figured she knew what she was getting.

  She pushed me back on the bed and continued to kiss me on the lips and then on my neck. Her warm breath on my skin gave me goosebumps and made my pussy throb and ache. She took one of my tits in her hand, the look on her face told me she approved of their size, then took my nipple into her mouth. She gently spun her tongue around it in circles, then flicked and sucked on my nipple before moving to the other one. As she worked my nipples with her tongue and held the weight of my tits in her hands, I could only bite my lip in anticipation. By now my pussy was throbbing and dripping wet.

  As her hand reached down to my warm wet pussy, I thought I might explode as soon as she touched me. She let out a sort of evil sounding giggle as her hand reached my wetness; kind of an "oh, you're one of those..." My pussy was aching for her touch and as she gently parted my slit with her fingers and worked my clit, I let out a moan that let her know I was enjoying what she was doing. She rubbed my pink, swollen clit with her fingers and though I didn't say anything, she seemed to know exactly what I wanted. She slowly slid her face down between my tits until I could feel the warmth of her breathing mixing in with the warm wetness of my pussy. As she spread my legs apart, my pussy and my body were begging for her to eat me out. The anticipation of her tongue and her hot mouth on my pussy was almost more than I could stand.

  She lapped at my wetness with her tongue, with each flick and touch sending me into a higher orbit of ecstasy. My juices were flowing freely and every time my pussy put out a little more wetness, she opened her mouth and drank it up eagerly. She worked her finger in and out of my pussy, gently pushing on my g-spot and then she would go back to working my clit with her tongue. When my juices would start to drip she would take my clit into her mouth and suck it gently, sending waves of pleasure through my whole body. I felt her tongue slide in and out of my pussy over and over... I felt like I was going to have to be peeled off the ceiling!

  As she worked me closer and closer to orgasm, I grabbed her head and held her close to me. I loved her tongue fucking my wet pussy and I didn't ever want it to end. Every few flicks of the tongue would make my legs involuntarily close, shaking from the fatigue of trying to hold back a massive orgasm, and she would push them back apart and go right back to work on my clit. She worked at it feverishly, getting faster and faster and sucking on my clit harder and harder as I pushed her face into my wetness. I couldn't hold off any longer; my legs began to shake, my feet and legs were tingling, my nipples hardened without even a touch. As I was on the verge of cumming, my body moved away but she followed it sucking and licking until my pussy exploded. I let out a scream of pure pleasure like never before as every bit of my pussy juice was being licked up and savored. As I was in the throes of orgasm, every motion of her tongue to lap up my juices sent me into another orgasm. I couldn't speak or control my body, I could only lay there and try to catch my breath as orgasm after orgasm rolled through my body.

  As she finally finished lapping up the last of my wetness, I was laying there trying to breathe, taking in what had happened and fantasizing about returning the favor. As she crawled up the bed and kissed me, I could taste myself on her lips and it made my still swollen clit throb. I was ready to cuddle up and get some shut eye when she looked at me and said "So, do you like toys?"

  The End.

  Moving-In Day

  I'm standing there in the apartment and none of the wiring is finished. I've gotten off the phone with the contractor who informs me that he can't make it to this apartment until Wednesday at the earliest. I reminded him that when I accepted his bid for this complex that he promised me that every unit would be done by business day -- yesterday. I promptly fired his lying ass and told the bank to withheld final payment.

  The problem is that I'm standing in an apartment I've sold and the client is moving in Saturday, so I'm calling around for any electrician I can find to get the project done, whatever the cost. Monday morning is the best I can get. I am so dead. The client is going to show up tomorrow, freak out, and want their deposit back. I can afford to lose the money, but I hate to lose the client. I promised them something and now I can't deliver. I decide to head back to the office and call up the person whose weekend I'm going to ruin. I know she's making a long trip to come here. I'm trying to decide what hotel they would want me to put them up for in a week to save my ass.

  I look at my watch and its past closing time. My receptionist is gone for the weekend and I'm alone again covering yet another crisis. I bite the bullet and make the call. She picks up on the second ring.

  "Hello," she says in a nice, chipper voice. I feel like a vet about to tell an owner that their puppy died.

  "I need to talk to you about something," I tell her.

  "Hold on a moment," she says. There is a knock at my door. I groan. No one comes to my office after hours unless there has been some kind of disaster and this place should be too new for that.

  "Hang on," I warn her. "Someone's at the door. I'll be right back." I hurry to the door and there she is ... tight orange sleeveless t-shirt and grey sweat pants, phone in hand. Her long blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail. It takes me a second to realize this is the client. When I last saw her she was in a crisp expensive business suit looking very ser
ious. She was also very demanding, making go over every fine point in the apartment. It seemed like it took forever to get her to buy the place. Now she's beaming like a college cheerleader and dressed like she's going to go jogging. I get a sinking feeling.

  "Hey, I wanted you to know that I'm a day early. Is it okay if I move in now?" Now I remember her telling me that this is her first place on her own, away from home and in the big city, so she's got nobody to help her.

  "We need to talk," I begin. "Come in and sit down." She does so, but something in her demeanor changes. She's wary and apprehensive. I hang up the phone and take a deep breath. "The contractor I hired failed to finish the wiring in your apartment today so I had to arrange another man to come in Monday and fix everything up."

  "Oh ... poo," she mutters. Then she starts getting upset and not the mad-upset, but the tears-upset. She sniffles.

  "I'll do whatever it takes to make this up to you." I tell her. She looks up at me as I'm leaning against my desk in front of her while she's in the chair. That seriousness returns.

  "I have everything I own in the truck downstairs and I have to turn it in by ten tomorrow morning. I've gone through my moving bonus from the firm that just hired me getting this place, and I'm paying for the truck out of my own expenses."

  "I'll put you up in a hotel of your choice for a week," I offer, "and I'll find a way to extend your truck contract. I really don't want to lose your business. I'll do whatever it takes."