50 Forbidden Explicit Erotica Sex Stories

by Lexi Sinner

  “Enough talk and thinking, Doctor.” His eager patient urged him, spreading her legs wide. “Time to put your skills to good use and show me if what I have been told is true.”

  “As you wish, My Lady” He bowed and locked the door.

  “Here is where I wish you to examine first.” She pointed to her moist pussy. “I feel a burn that I know only a man can cure… a man of your great talents.”

  “You do me honor, My Lady.” He muttered and reached out to touch her.

  The heat of her arousal on his fingers felt good as her stroked her pussy. She moaned, pushing her hips up and lifting her buttocks off the table. He stuck in a finger into her and it slid in easily. He stuck in another and then a third. His eyes went wide; she was no virgin, this one. Gwendolyn Belfour had known more about life than she had been letting on, he chucked to himself.

  “Come, come, Doctor.” She said throatily. “Get on with you diagnosis… make me feel as you have the others.”

  “I shall give you a day to remember, My Lady.” Reeves whispered, lowering his face over her quivering pussy. “Such beauty merits nothing less.”

  The tip of his tongue darted out, sliding along the swollen lips of her pussy, flicking at the dampened red curls of her pubic hair. She gasped at the sensation as he pressed her thighs down and closed his entire mouth over her smoldering oven of love. He knew his cock would feel at home in there. It was almost as cozy and welcoming as Selene’s hot quim.

  “Oh, Doctor… your legend is true.” The redhead moaned, grasping at his head. “More, more… examine me further.”

  Reeves slipped a finger into her slit as he moved up to tease her little hooded bud. Her squeals of pleasure told him he was doing everything right. The heady aroma of her arousal made him quite dizzy as he slipped two more fingers into her. She dug her nails into his scalp, moaning and shivering with pleasure. The young doctor grinned, as a thought crossed his mind. He had read it somewhere but couldn’t remember exactly where; it was some sort of obscure Nordic manuscript or one of African origin. He pulled out his slippery finger from her pussy and gently slid it into her puckered poop hole. The old texts were correct. Gwendolyn immediately stiffened at the sensation of his finger entering her rectum and her body convulsed rapidly. Her belly clenched tight and with a loud gasp she let herself go. A rush of nascent juices erupted over his face. Grinning like an idiot, he lapped up everything like a cat would spilt milk.

  “Ooohh, Doctor.” The young noblewoman laughed quite hysterically. “I have lost my mind… all that we discussed is moot, nothing compares to experience.”

  “Indeed, dear lady.” Reeves licked his slick lips, taking pleasure in her taste. “Without experience there is no worth in learning.”

  “Then I must experience more.” She demanded. “Reveal to me, Doctor… the source of your fame. I wish to have an understanding of what Annabelle and Selene are so enamored about.”

  “And so you shall, My Lady.” The slender young man stood up proudly and dropped his trousers, freeing his engorged appendage to her full view.

  Her gasp was louder than when she had her orgasm. The look on her face amused him and he twitched his fifteen inch long erection at her. She stared at it as if it was something alien or phantasmal.

  “Aye, My Lady.” He thrust his hips forward and said, as if he could read her thoughts. “It is real.”

  “Yes, so it is.” She replied, shaking her head in disbelief.

  “Your reaction shows you are familiar with the private parts of men.”

  “Yes, I have had a few for my pleasure.” The twenty year old redhead admitted. “But none have even measured a half of what you possess.”

  “Not even the gallant and mighty Captain Munro.” He couldn’t keep the mockery out of his tone.

  “He is the least of all.” She sighed, reaching out to touch his throbbing cock.

  “And yet you choose to wed him.” He laughed sordidly, closing his eyes to the pleasure of her soft hands on him.

  ‘For everything else he has, that makes up adequately for his penile inadequacy.” She shrugged, grasping at his organ with both hands.

  “Let us speak no more of him then and indulge in the true purpose of your visit upon me.” He urged with a sigh as he pushed his pelvis forward.

  “You know what my heart wants, Doctor.” She smiled at him brazenly, taking a deep whiff at his arousal. “Perhaps I should consider wedding you.”

  “That would honor me, My Lady.” He said confidently, twitching his erection. “Yet my heart is set upon another.”

  “Who is it?” She looked up with interest. “Annabelle?”

  He shook his head.

  “Well, it couldn’t be the maid.” She looked concerned. “Could it?”

  “That only my heart and mind would know, My Lady.” He said calmly and twitched his cock at her yet again. “All I have to offer you now is that what you have come for.”

  “Yes, of course.” She smiled, kissing the gleaming cockhead softly.. “I have travelled a while for this wondrous organ and I shall have it.”

  She held the heavy penis possessively with her hands and pushed it up to her eager lips. Her tongue flicked out, lashing across the deep slit. He shivered slightly. It felt as if Selene was sucking his cock. Gwendolyn most definitely had more than a few experiences before. She was almost as good as Selene. Almost.

  His cock felt good, deep inside her throat as she managed to take almost half of it in. Her eyes were bulging out wide as she gagged and yet she was reluctant to let him go. Her soft hands played with his tightened balls, making them roll and slide inside the soft casing. He grabbed her head, pushing his cock in deeper. He felt his belly flex and the rush of release begin to build up. She sensed it too, from experience, and tightened her hold on him. Her eyes told him she was determined to taste him, to swallow all that he would offer.

  And he obliged. With a loud groan, Reeves climaxed, erupting deep down her throat and making her gag violently. She struggled to swallow as he pumped her mouth with spurt after spurt of his thick, pungent cream. He hadn’t relieved himself ever since the last time he was with Selene a week ago, having immersed himself with work soon after. Days of stress flowed out of him with his orgasm, filling her hungry mouth and making tears of joy run freely down her jubilant face.

  “My Lady, you have been the perfect subject for examination.” He said, panting for breath and caressing her hair as she kept sucking away on him. “I declare you healthier than any living thing on this Earth.”

  “Mmmhh, Doctor.” She moaned, still kissing and licking at the ooze off his spent member. “We are halfway done. The final examination is yet to come.”

  “Then let us not tarry.” He smiled down as her lusty mouth began to get his organ stirring again.

  “Indeed.” She replied, sliding off the table and bending over it to thrust her rounded buttocks at him and making her wet pussy available for a rear entry.

  The thick head of his cock lodged snugly into her dripping hole as she sighed in contentment. Her slender hand eagerly guided the rest of it into her, with some effort. Gwendolyn Belfour was a woman with experience, even though she was of the same age as Annabelle. The fool Munro was getting himself a real red-headed firecracker, who no doubt would be cuckolding him more often than she would be having marital adventures with him.

  For the moment, Reeves pushed away such thought and grasped her flaring hips tightly. He pushed his hardness in all the way until he felt his balls brushing her soft pubic hair. Her groans of pleasure sent a thrill through him. She was as warm and receptive as Selene, but younger and tighter as well. He now knew that most women would feel tight for him, as he possessed an organ almost twice the norm. And it seemed women did prefer things bigger and more satisfying than what they had. That suited him just fine.

  “Oh, Bertie…” Gwendolyn gasped, wiggling her hips. “You’re so big… it fills me like never before… oh, the pleasure… oh, fuck me.”

  “M
y Lady… it is heavenly pleasure to be inside you too…” He groaned, increasing his thrusts.

  “Oh, am I better than them… than Annabelle and… and Selene?” The trembling woman demanded, pushing her buttocks back to meet his thrusts.

  “Yes, My Lady… yes.” He grunted, feeling her tightness intensify.

  “And of her, that has your heart…” She whimpered, clawing at the examination table.

  “Yes, her as well.” He lied. “You are yet the best fuck I’ve had.”

  “Oh, Doctor… you are a very… uuhh… talented man… ooohhh… ooohhh.” She shook as her belly released, making her knees buckle.

  Reeves closed his eyes, relishing the hot release of her juices over his swollen cock. His fingers dug deep into the yielding softness of her pale buttocks. She was bringing out the beast in him, almost as much as Selene. He thought about the maid, almost calling out her name as his orgasm erupted inside the writhing redhead under him. She shrieked as he exploded within her, back to back orgasm shook her shapely frame.

  “Oh, I’ve died and gone to Hell…” Gwendolyn cried amidst gasps. “Nothing else can ever measure up to this…”

  “I am always available on call, My Lady.” Reeves offered as he pulled his spent member out of her and collapsed on his chair.

  “Yes, I hear there are germs most foul in the air these days.”

  “So there are… and it is easy to run afoul of them, and the cure is a long and tedious procedure.”

  “Yes, one needs to be careful at the utmost.”

  “You carriage has arrived.” Reeves nodded at the sound of horse hooves and creaking wheels.

  “Alas, I wish it hadn’t.” She smiled at him, reaching for her gown that he held up to her. “I must thank you, Doctor Reeves… for instruction and an experience most unforgettable.”

  “Till we meet again, My Lady.” He bowed, taking her hand and kissing it softly.

  Her giggle we almost childish as she hurried out of his office. He watched her quickly enter the carriage as drops of rain began pelting the cobbled stones. A storm was brewing. He had best locked up for the day. No one else would be mad enough to weather a storm in need of his services. But then he had experienced otherwise.

  “Does lightning strike twice on the same spot?” He laughed and bolted the door.

  The bottle of wine one of his former patients had presented him looked very inviting. He uncorked it and poured himself a goblet of it. The heady aroma reminded him of Selene. It had been a week since he had last enjoyed her company. He looked down at his naked cock as it stirred at the visual memory of the beautiful maid. Soon, very soon, he hoped, he would be called upon to the Amondsham Estate again. And even though he was quite spent momentarily and there was a storm threatening to rage outside, Bertram Reeves wouldn’t mind if Styrice brought the carriage now to take him to the Estate that very night.

  “Oh, that would be as good as having my cake and eating it too.” He laughed, sipping the wine. “But inasmuch as I see now, I am doing precisely that.”

  Story 8

  “You’re all set, Jen.” Olivia Swede put her arm around the bespectacled redhead wearing a schoolgirl’s uniform. “He’ll be driving by here in a minute.”

  Jenna Westlake took a deep breath as she stood by the roadway. She nodded to the taller girl beside her and glanced at the camera phone. “Yes, Liv. Broken bike, check. Camera phone, check. Extra short skirt, and extra tight blouse, check… and my cute little self, double check.”

  “Ha, yeah.” Darla Richmond laughed. “Poor Roger Callahan hasn’t got a snowball’s chance in hell.”

  “We’ll show that snooty bitch of a wife of his an all her equally slutty bitch clique that they can’t mess with us and get away with it.” Jenna added with some venom.

  “Yep, they messed with April, they messed with us all.” Darla snapped her fingers. “Now they’re all going down like this.”

  “Heads up, babe.” Olivia grinned at Jenna. “Here comes your ride. Come on, Darla, let’s make ourselves scarce.”

  Jenna picked up the mangled bicycle and walked up to the edge of the road, her large eyes staring wide at the red Porsche cruising up towards her. The other two girls hurriedly ducked down behind some bushes as the redhead stuck out her hand with a thumbed up fist at the approaching vehicle. It slowed down and came to a smooth stop right before her. A handsome man, brown hair falling over his brow and a slight smile on his face, peered out at her.

  “Hi, Mister, are you heading for St. Michaela’s School?” Jenna purred; her eyes moist and enticing.

  “Yes, I am, Miss.” Roger Callahan leaned out of the window. “I can give you a ride there. Whoa, that’s a mess.”

  “Yeah, I hit a piece of rock on the road.” Jenna let the twisted bike fall from her grip. “I think I’ll just leave it here.”

  “It sure looks busted real bad.” Callahan smirked, stepping out of the car and holding open the door for her. “Come on in, I’ve got to get there in half an hour, to pick up my kid.”

  “Gee, thanks mister.” She smiled, slipping into the passenger seat. “I’m Jenna.”

  “Nice name.” He grinned, starting the Porsche up. “Roger Callahan.”

  “Yours too.” Jenna smiled at him. “And it sounds familiar.”

  “Time and Tide.” He said, smiling.

  “What?” She gave him a puzzled look.

  “Harris and Ford? Running Free?” He looked at her expectantly. “The Dream Keeper?”

  “Uh, are those street signs or songs…?” She felt slightly embarrassed. She hadn’t taken him to be some kind of loon and hoped that she wasn’t going to regret this.

  “Hm, I guess you’re not into stage plays.” He said with a laugh. “I’m a stage actor… you said my name was familiar so I thought you might have seen a play of mine.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” She grinned. “I’m not much of an opera person.”

  “It’s not opera… just like a movie, except that… ah, never mind.” He smiled tightly, stepping on the pedal.

  “Oh yes… I remember now, Callahan as in Diane Callahan?” Jenna pretended to look excited.

  “That’s my wife!” He gave her a look of bewilderment. “You know her?”

  “No, not personally.” Jenna laughed. “A friend of mine used to babysit for her.”

  “Hm, small world.” He smirked. “Too damn small.”

  “So how long you’ve been married, Mr. Callahan?” She asked innocently.

  “Oh, about seven years.” He shrugged. “Yeah, will be eight this fall.”

  “Is she an actor too?” The redhead touched his arm.

  “Oh, no.” He smiled, glancing at the slender, well manicured hand on his bicep. “She isn’t an actor. More like a producer.”

  “Oh. She must be very lucky.”

  “Yeah, she’s good at getting things organized.”

  “No, I meant with you.” She shook her head, staring at him wonderingly. “You’re a very handsome man; and kind too.”

  “Really?” He laughed. “Thank you. And I must say you’re quite a lovely young lady too. Have you considered a career in acting?”

  “Acting?” She squealed. “I couldn’t act to save my life.”

  “Oh, it’s not that hard… except maybe the first few times and then it’s quite routine really.”

  “Why didn’t you try for the movies?” She touched his arm again. “You’d be really famous then… and I might have heard of you, maybe even been your fan.”

  “I did think about that… but I’m more of a hometown boy and I like theater more than the silver screen.” He said, with a hint of regret in his voice.

  “Oh, I can’t believe that, Mr. Callahan.” Jenna shook her head, making her wavy red hair sexily dance before her face. “You’d make a great actor on screen.”

  “Well, yeah, maybe.” He admitted. “But then Diane and the others felt I’m better on stage.”

  “I think they just want to keep you under wraps.” Sh
e sounded angry.

  “I’m not too sure, though the producers, well, Diane mostly, calls the shots in my career.”

  “What?” She jerked back, holding down her laughter. “That’s harsh.”

  “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean it to sound like that.” He groaned. “Especially to someone I just met.”

  “That’s alright.” She shrugged. “We’re practically friends, kind of.”

  “That’s cool.” He said, nodding his head. “I feel strangely comfortable talking to you. It’s kind of liberating not to be so guarded all the time.”