Taboo Desires: Dirty Forbidden Secrets Bundle (The Complete Miranda Cougar Collection)

by Miranda Cougar

  “You literally tripped over nothing,” I bit back a chuckle as I lifted her bruised ankle and prepared to tuck a fluffy pillow underneath it.

  “I know,” She cringed as I gingerly held her ace-wrapped ankle off the bed and then rested it down on top of the soft pillow. “I don’t know what happened I usually have such great balance,” she groaned.

  “I blame the peach ballerina flats.” I joked. “This never would have happened if you were wearing those sexy black stilettos of yours.”

  “You’re probably right,” Sadie winced then chuckled. “Damn those peach ballerina flats. Their soft comfort was my undoing.”

  Sadie grunted as she straightened and then bent her uninjured leg. She used the leverage from her strong leg to shift her weight firmly onto her ass. Once comfortable, she allowed her knee to fall open, revealing the glistening wet folds of her pussy to me. I leaned forward, attracted to the musky scent of her arousal and inhaled, allowing the delicious fragrance of her sex to penetrate my lungs.

  I wanted to dive in and bury my tongue in the exquisite flavor of her pussy, but I restrained myself, first wanting to soothe away her pain before I pleasured her. “I’m going to get you a pain pill,” I said, scooting my body to the edge of the bed.

  “No. I don’t need a pill. I need a distraction from the pain,” Sadie groaned. “The painkiller the emergency room doctor had given me before we left the hospital simply hasn’t kicked in yet. But, I’m confident it will start working soon. I don’t need the relief of a pill right now. I need the bliss of your talented tongue lapping at my pussy.”

  Wanting to please both her and myself, I immediately laid down on my stomach and positioned my head between her legs, being careful not to touch her injured ankle. Eager to taste the ripe sweetness of her pussy I leaned in and pushed out my tongue, flattening it against her slick glistening folds.

  Mmm…delicious. I licked her from the base of her slit up to just below the tiny sensitive nub of her clit. Up and down I licked her inner and outer folds, pausing occasionally to dip my tongue into her warm hole and drink down her mouth-watering juices.

  I teased her, never once flicking my tongue against her clit as the tiny nub swelled above my insistent tongue and lips. Sadie’s moans vibrated through her body as her pleasure grew and she started to buck her hips up against my face.

  I felt her lift her injured leg at my side as she gyrated her hips. Her bucking forced the firm flat surface of my tongue to wash over her clit, and she cried out with pleasure. Her cries of pleasure bade my cock to harden and twitch.

  Reflexively, her injured leg bounced and bumped up against my hip in the excitement of her bliss. “Damn it!” She screamed and bucked her hips harder against my face. Wanting to distract her from her pain, I sucked her slippery clit inside my mouth and rubbed its tip rapidly with the tip of my tongue. “Damn it,” she cried out again, but this time her cry was a cry of ecstasy, not of pain.

  Loving the flavor of my woman’s nectar, I groaned as my cock pulsed against the bed and I released her clit from my mouth and slid my tongue down and over her ruffled folds. I twirled my tongue around in circles over her opening and then plunged the firm bundle of muscle in and out of her vibrating tightness.

  “Yes, right there,” she moaned as I first flicked the entrance of her pussy hungrily with my tongue and then slid its firm tip up to her clit and flicked her tiny nub with abandon.

  Mmm, you’re so soft and silky against my tongue. Every muscle in my body ached and twitched with the need to push my throbbing erection between the silken folds of Sadie’s pussy. She must have sensed my desperation because within seconds she was moaning “bury your cock inside my pussy” and I was obeying her command.

  Acting on pure instinct, I slid up to my knees and supported the weight of my body on one hand as I firmly grabbed my cock with the other. “Fill my pussy with your cock. Fill me up with your cock, Asher,” She wailed as she lifted her legs and grabbed the backs of her thighs with her hands, giving me wide-open access to her wet, fragrant pussy.

  A grimace engulfed her face as I pressed the head of my hard cock against her warm slippery folds and thrust my thick erection inside her tight cunt. “Damn it!” She yelled as her body shook with the power of my entry. “Did I hurt you?” I asked with concern as I lay perfectly still attempting to ignore the bliss of my cock pulsing inside the tight luxury of her pussy.

  “Don’t stop!” She screamed. “Your cock feels amazing.”

  Not wanting to hurt her, I slowly gyrated my hips, grinding my cock against the hot, tight walls of her pussy.

  “Ouch!” She cried out and grimaced again. “Fuck me harder and don’t stop! You fucking me into bliss is the only thing distracting me from the pain of my ankle!”

  Following my bliss and Sadie’s urgings, I leaned into my pleasure and hammered my cock into the wet walls of her pussy as it stretched around me. With each deep stroke, her hot haven enveloped me and stroked pleasure from my cock. A new ecstasy tingled then tightened inside my groin as my balls slapped and slammed down against her slick flesh.

  “Yes, fuck me!” Sadie screamed as I withdrew from her pussy and plunged into it again, feeling the tight band of her inner walls wrap around and squeeze relentlessly against the full thickness of my erection.

  In and out, my cock hammered her pussy, impaling her with its length. Over and over I plunged my hard manhood inside of her until I could stand no more bliss.

  “Oh, god,” I groaned as my balls tightened painfully and my cock pulsed, shooting hot thick ropes of my seed inside her pussy. At the height of my ecstasy, I clumsily swiped my fingers over Sadie’s mound and felt around blindly for her clit. I knew I’d finally found it when the tiny hard nub tightened and lifted up against my finger, and her pussy convulsed around my cock,

  “I love you, Asher!” Sadie screamed into my ear as she came and her wet walls squeezed the last of the cum from my cock. “I love you forever,” She moaned as she slowly lowered her legs back to the bed and then yelped in pain when her injured ankle touched the covers.

  “I love you too, Sadie, so I’m going to fetch you a pain pill now,” I told her, unwillingly to watch her suffer for a moment longer.

  “That would be great. I need one.” She chuckled and then grimaced again as I slid my spent, oversensitive cock out of the warm luxury of her pussy and backed off the bed.

  Chapter 11

  “How’s daddy’s girl?”

  “I’m a mermaid floating in the sea of bliss,” Sadie moaned.

  She momentarily glanced away from her tablet’s video conference camera and looked up at the ocean murals painted on our honeymoon suite’s walls.

  “Allow me to clarify. How’s your ankle, baby girl?” Greyson asked, a chortle working its way up to the surface of his voice.

  Sadie didn’t answer. Instead, she looked up again and giggled as she extended her neck up and back and grinned at our bed’s seashell shaped headboard.

  Her father waited several seconds for her to respond before asking “May I speak to our Chief Financial Analyst?”

  “Yes, certainly, sir,” she responded, then giggled again before passing her tablet to me as I lay resting in my t-shirt and track pants at the foot of our bed rubbing the smooth curves of her uninjured foot.

  I quickly righted myself, sitting up at the edge of the bed as I took the tablet from her hands.

  “Good morning, sir,” I greeted Greyson with both personal and professional respect.

  “No need to be formal,” Greyson responded in his gregarious, boisterous laugh.

  “The executive board was informed of Sadie’s work injury last night. We’d already sent out an electric wheelchair to aid her in resuming her duties as CEO right away, but it appears that my daughter is in no condition to work.”

  I quickly turned around and glanced back at Sadie, who was now smashing her open palms against her face, making smooching sounds and kissing her hands passionately.

  “We’l
l call in a local doctor to examine Sadie inside your hotel suite. It appears she’s in need of less potent pain medication for her ankle sprain.” Greyson said, his expression twisting from delight to concern.

  “Thank you, sir,” I said, nodding crisply.

  “We’re not in the executive offices, Asher. You don’t have to nod or call me sir. You can call me dad. After all, you’re my daughter’s fiancé, and you’ll be my son-in-law soon enough.” Another boisterous laugh bellowed from Greyson’s broad chest and his blue eyes shone brightly with his joy.

  A timid smile crept up my lips and then a similarly boisterous laugh burst from my mouth. “How’d you find out?”

  “You were listed on the emergency room paperwork as the fiancé.”

  “Well, that explains it,” I lifted one arm and grasped the back of my neck with my open hand as I laughed heartily again. “Just minutes before she had her accident on the golf course, I asked your daughter to be my bride, and she did me the great honor of saying yes.”

  Greyson cleared his throat before he spoke. “I look forward to publically announcing the marriage of my daughter to the man whom I’ve always considered to be my son. Lori and I will throw you, two kids, a huge celebration party the moment you return to the office.”

  “Thanks, dad.”

  Greyson nodded to me crisply. “No. Thank you, son, for transforming my daughter back into a mermaid floating in a sea of bliss.”

  ***

  “How does your ankle feel?” I asked Sadie two hours after her in-room doctor’s visit and nearly five hours after she’d taken her last narcotic pain pill.

  “It feels peachy, peachy-keen,” Sadie lifted up one corner of her mouth and narrowed her vision as she glowered in my direction.

  “Don’t look at me that way,” I joked, rolling my eyes at her as I continued laving warm water over the smooth curves of her breasts while I gave her a doctor ordered in-bed sponge bath.

  “You’re the one who continues to refuse the pain relieving narcotics even though the doctor recommends you use them. It’s okay to use them to help you feel better. The world won’t end if you take one more day off work, you know,” I told her.

  “Yeah, I know,” Sadie softened her glower to a smirk and then her lips released a frustrated chuckle. “It sucks having to always be responsible and put my corporation’s interests ahead of my own, even when I’m in pain.”

  “I can only imagine,” I said as I smoothed the warm wet sponge over the softness of her belly. “You know, Sadie, you don’t have to do it alone anymore. I’m here to help you. Tell me what you need.”

  Sadie grunted as she straightened and then bent her uninjured leg. She used the leverage from her strong leg to shift her weight firmly onto her ass. Once comfortable, she allowed her knee to fall open, revealing the glistening wet folds of her pussy to me. I leaned forward, attracted to the musky scent of her arousal and inhaled, allowing the delicious fragrance of her sex to penetrate my lungs.

  “I need a distraction from the pain,” Sadie moaned. “I need to feel the bliss of your talented tongue lapping at my pussy.

  Wanting to please both my fiancé and myself, I immediately laid down on my stomach and positioned my head between her legs, being careful not to touch her injured ankle. Eager to taste the ripe sweetness of her pussy I leaned in and pushed out my tongue, flattening it against her slick glistening folds.

  Mmm…delicious.

  Thank you for reading!

  Taboo 9

  Taboo: Breeding/Hucow/Voyeur

  Chapter 1

  My daily visitor is here — spying on me again.

  Her tiny, bio-engineered camera is already buzzing around my bedroom.

  It’s on time. I’m the one who’s late. I’d better hurry up, strip off my pajama bottoms and jump into the shower before I disappoint my favorite voyeur.

  Aurora needs her morning fix of jilling off material. And I want, no I need her to know I’m the man she can rely on to help satisfy her daily cravings. My chiseled body is all the eye candy she’ll ever need to get her off.

  The last thing I want is for her to begin her day unsatisfied. She deserves to experience all the pleasure her body can handle. The Farm owes her that much. I owe her that much.

  On a purely personal level, I enjoy knowing the woman of my dreams starts her days watching me cleanse my naked body. Sometimes I even put on a sexy show for her while I’m in the shower. I do some dirty dancing and stroke myself, making my manhood grow long and hard for her viewing pleasure.

  But, I can’t be overtly sensual every day. It would be too risky. So, most days, I just take a quick shower and pretend like the mother of my secret children isn’t watching me bathe.

  Nix on the sexy stroking and playful strip tease this morning. Today I’ll take a short shower. I’m already late for my work in the medical offices of The Farm. My daily itinerary has been moved up by an hour. And I already have several patients waiting to see me before I attend my scheduled morning meeting with The Farm’s publicity department.

  I’ll miss stroking off in the shower for Aurora this morning. But, I know that by sacrificing this small moment of pleasure, I’m making the best choice for the both of us – actually for all four of us. I’m helping to secure a happy future for me, my future wife and our two children.

  I know in my heart, taking a quick non-sensual shower is the smartest course of action right now. I shouldn’t take my flirtations with Aurora too far. If I keep staring directly into her spy-camera while I bathe and brush my fingers down the hard angled lines of my body, she might catch on that I know about her secret fetish. I know she’s been secretly watching me shower every morning for the last five years of this medical experiment.

  I don’t know what she would do if she knew that I knew about her voyeuristic habits. She might break her Milkmaid contract, leave The Farm and go back to living on that metal ball of space junk she used to call her home. If she leaves, all our lives will be ruined. Hers, mine and both of our children. The children she knows I’ve given her, but doesn’t know I’ve fathered.

  There’s nothing illegal about what I’ve done – fathering her children. I promised to give her babies and I kept my word. I even inseminated her with volunteer seed, just like I said I would. I simply neglected to mention to her, or anyone else involved in the experiment that I was so taken with Aurora – no, so in love with her – that I substituted my own volunteered seed for the original random sample she was initially supposed to be inseminated with. Twice.

  I’m aware that my meticulously planned actions of impregnating her with my own life giving fluids were morally repugnant. But, I simply couldn’t allow any other man’s seed to take root in her womb. She’s mine. She’s the wife of my heart, although she’s not my legally wedded bride –at least, not yet.

  Just like Aurora craves my body, I crave her affection. I live for the affection and admiration of my beautiful, lusty, experimental hucow. It comforts me to hear the soft buzzing of her tiny fruit fly spy cam as it flutters around my bedroom each morning. It feeds my soul to know I’m the man she chooses to visit each day. I’m the man she desires. I’m the man she would choose to love, and let love her — if she was allowed to.

  It’s not her fault she’s so insatiably horny that she’s resorted to voyeurism. It’s the experimental hormones’ fault.

  Well, to be honest, the hormones she takes daily aren’t actually experimental. They are ancient formulas with well-known effects. Their first recorded use were on twenty-first-century earth hucow farms where they were employed to exploit women and turn them into milk producing, mentally feeble, sexually lascivious beasts.

  Their use was banned eight centuries ago and for good reason. But now we need the use of these powerful hormones again. We need them to help humanity wage battle against the plague of barrenness that’s sweeping the satellite colonies surrounding the eight terraformed planets.

  In addition to their renowned hucow effects, these powerful
hormones cure female infertility. Transforming into a hucow is a small price to pay for the blessing of becoming a mother. Isn’t it?

  I just hope we don’t repeat the sins of the past with our current hucow fertility experiment. I hope we can use these hormones responsibly this time. I know there’s a way to solve our fertility problem without causing any harm to any more women. I’m sure the solution to the fertility crisis is right under our noses. We’ve just been looking for that solution in all the wrong places.

  For better or worse, it’s my duty as the Chief Medical Director of The Farm to make certain we find a cure for this crisis. And while finding a cure for infertility is vital, we must make sure that as scientists, we act reasonably and keep the unwanted side effects of these miracle fertility hormones to a bare minimum.

  My scientific team and I are trying our best to tweak the hormone profiles of the ancient Lacta-pump formula we use. We’re working hard to decrease the pill’s unwanted side-effects while maintaining its fertility benefits. But, I fear we’re fighting a losing battle. The hucows who live on The Farm are growing more milk heavy and lusty with each passing day.

  “Authorization, Chief Medical Director, Doctor Kale Craig. Close private diary.”

  Chapter 2

  “Yes, yes, oh…god, yes!”

  Swiftly, I angled my chin down in the throws of my pleasure. As I whipped my head from side to side, my long, loose, coffee-brown ringlets of hair flew in front of my face, temporarily blinding me. But, I didn’t care. I didn’t need to see or think right now. All I needed to do was feel — good.

  Oh, god, this feels soooo…good.

  I circled my finger faster. Around and around, and up and over my tiny nub, my finger flew. I gritted my teeth then cried out again as I pushed my solitary finger down hard and rubbed. I rubbed and rubbed…and rubbed until my climax peaked and my body shivered with pleasure. Then I laughed aloud my ecstasy as my clit first jumped up then settled down into a peaceful pulsing bliss.