EROTICA:SHORT STORIES TABOO SEX ROMANCE BUNDLE DIRTY GROUP BOOKS (Menage MM Rough Gay BDSM Lesbian Foursome Stepdaddy Threesome Stepbrother Milf Daddy

by CELENE CAREY

  “Alright, it’s taken care of. Can you go now?” Jackson said.

  “I have an itch to scratch now though. I’m not leaving until it is.” Mandy said, straddling him. She pulled off her skirt and panties, leaving her sopping pussy in the open air above Jackson’s cock. She lowered herself onto him, pushing down, her walls being pushed outwards as she impaled herself on him.

  “Oh, fuck… this is so different…” Jackson muttered, panting.

  “Shut up… please your mistress.” Mandy said, stopping her downward arc halfway down his length.

  “What?”

  “I said fuck me slave!” Mandy shouted, and Jackson began pushing up uncomfortably. “That’s right. Make me feel good and I’ll help you.” Jackson thrust into Mandy, stretching her. She moaned loudly, and grabbed one of his dildos. She reached back and prodded her ass with it, unable to get it in. “Lube this with your mouth.” She demanded, pushing the dog-dick shaped dildo into his mouth. Jackson tried to protest, but could say nothing through the massive piece of silicone. “Don’t talk, just lube.” She pulled it back out and smeared some of the spit onto her asshole. She slipped the dildo into her ass and moaned even louder. “Don’t slow down, keep going.” She started pushing down, humping him, wet slaps echoing in the room. “Oh my god! I’m… I’m…” Mandy slammed down, and the dildo’s knot slipped inside of her. “I’M CUMMING!’ She screamed, squirting onto Jackson’s waist as he groaned and pumped a second load into her. She fell over, panting.

  “Mistress, could you untie me?” Jackson asked in his slave voice.

  “Of course.” Mandy untied him, and he scooted forward, reaching around to get back to work “Wait, you’re not going to let me go?” Mandy asked as Jackson began typing.

  “Nope, you’re stuck here now.” Jackson said, chuckling. “I thought you liked it?”

  “I guess I don’t mind. Love you Jackson.” Mandy kissed him on the lips.

  “Love you too mistress.”

  BOOK 72

  SECRET TABOO ROMANCE

  Hot Erotic Ménage Romance

  Step Fiction

  KILIE SAMS

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  All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.

  Angelina was walking through the woods at night, stepping on stones and twigs without feeling any pain, as the howling of the wolf called out for her. She couldn’t quite place it yet, but it seemed like the sound of the howling was coming from her far left, so she turned and started to walk in that direction.

  Thick trunks of trees and twisted branches was all that she could see, and the darkness kept getting thicker as she stepped farther into the woods. A bird chirped somewhere and Angelina started to wonder where the sound could come from at such a time, just then, she spotted a faint light in the distance, and tried to look more closely. Her mind was racing and a bead of sweat trickled down her forehead as she tried hard to listen for any sound.

  She had to find out where the howl was coming from, she just had to know. It had been days since she had been hearing the howls calling for her at night, and she remembered every word of her nurse’s stories from when she was a child, about how ghosts and werewolves roamed the woods at night. She had also said that it had been years since anyone last saw them, which made it even more crucial for Angelina to find out where the howl was coming from. Every night she would listen to it in her bed, and try to doze off, but her mind wouldn’t listen anymore until she had some answers.

  So there she was, treading the woods with her tired feet and kept getting closer and closer to the howl as it kept getting fainter and then, it stopped altogether. All of sudden, the ruffling of the leaves and even the sound of the wind just disappeared and all she could hear was silence. Dead and black as the night, the woods started to scare her and she thought she had had enough.

  Angelina turned around to walk back the way she came, and the woods started to feel like they were watching her. As if the trees had their eyes on her and she was walking deeper and deeper into a trap. She made her way through the twisted branches protruding from the tree trunks as they scratched her face and almost appeared to be closing in on her.

  The silence started to overwhelm her and she started to speed up her pace as branches clawed at her more ferociously than before. It didn’t look like she was getting out of anywhere; in fact, it looked like she was going deeper and deeper into the thick and creepy woods as they got even creepier and much darker than before. Angelina stopped to try to remember which way she had come from, when she heard a low growling, as if a hound was nearby and trying to sniff her out. She held her breath and listened, and her heart started to beat even faster and much louder in her chest. She could actually feel the blood rushing through her veins now, as she stood as still as a statue and listened to the growling of something that was circling around her.

  The low rumble of the voice sounded like it was moving, going further away from her and then circling back, and then, all of a sudden, a huge wolf walked through the trees into the clearing Angelina was standing in, and glared at her with his menacing and intimidating bright eyes. The wolf’s teeth were large and he had a thick black coat with hair that stood up from his spine. He had a huge mane of hair around his neck, and he seemed much larger than any ordinary wolf. She looked at him as fear gripped her heart from the inside, and then took a step back, slowly. He stood still as she took her first step, but growled a little louder, which made her tread with caution. She looked straight into his eyes and then started to back up again, and the wolf took up position to attack with another sinister growl, which was even louder than the last one.

  She stopped and stood still, and then, in a flash, turned in the around and broke into a run. The wolf started chasing her almost instinctively right after and was already on her tail. She thought she would be able to trick it, so she ran straight towards a thickly vegetated area and took another swift turn. What she had forgotten was that it was no ordinary sized wolf, and just as she turned, she saw that monster coming straight at her from the opposite side.

  Unable to stop her own feet in time, Angelina went straight towards the wolf as the wolf leaped towards her and dug his teeth into her neck. She yelled out with pain as the wolf ripped her neck apart and blood started to spur out, and then she sat up terrified in her bed and brought her hands towards her neck instinctively, gasping for breath.

  She looked to her left, where her bedside table sat meekly with a small alarm clock sitting on top of it. She looked at the time, and the clock read 4:17 am. With an irritated groan, she got out of bed and went towards the washroom door, before stopping midway. Something had caught her attention, and when she looked to her right, where her bedroom door was, she was surprised to see the door parted midway.

  She can’t sleep until her door is completely shut, and she distinctly remembered she had locked it before sleeping that night, as religiously as she did every other night.

  Angelina took small steps, but started to walk towards the door, still a little shaken by the disturbing nightmare.
She walked towards it one step after another and then parted it completely, to see outside. The wooden floorboards were not too cold to step on, but they did start to make her feet feel numb after a little while. She didn’t bother finding her slippers, since she knew they were always playing hide and seek. She kept walking through the corridor quietly, and then turned towards the staircase that led down to the living room and the kitchen area.

  “Hello?” she called out in a soft and very apparently scared voice “Is anybody here?”

  Her voice echoed in the corridor, but she got no response and kept walking towards the staircase. When she reached the top of it, she noticed a light flickering in the kitchen which she couldn’t place. She took her first steps down and noticed how the staircase was colder than the floorboards upstairs, but that didn’t stop her from making her way to the bottom and then, heading towards the kitchen. The faint yellow light was coming from behind the chair, as if a candle was burning, and she picked up her pace since she couldn’t wait see what it was any longer.

  She had been right in assuming there was a candle lit up on the kitchen table, but she didn’t remember lighting at all and then, leaving it alit. It all appeared as if it was another dream, and she looked around to see the order of everything placed around her, twice, just to check. She had read somewhere about lucid dreaming, and how you needed to look around in at all the things placed around you when you are unaware of whether you’re dreaming or not. In a dream, everything will be different the second time you look than the first time, but Angelina saw the same huge fridge in front of her and the same old kitchen, every time she turned to look.

  Suddenly, something pounced at her from the top cupboards, and Angelina let out a shriek. The small black form clawed at her at first, but when it let go and slid off her body, Angelina saw that she had no scars, and the sleek, green eyed, black cat standing between her and the kitchen was looking at her intently, as if it meant to tell her something. The cat had beautifully bright and strikingly green eyes, which Angelina stared at for a while and the cat stared back at her. Then, Angelina slowly bent down and said “Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, here kitty… where did you come from?” she reached for head in an attempt to cares it, but the cat backed out and moved away. Mystically, and slowly, it kept walking backwards, as Angelina kept coming towards it, trying to stop it from running off upstairs. Instead, the beautiful black cat made a leap for the living room window and made it out the house after shattering the glass.

  Angelina hurried after it and peeked outside the broken window to see if the cat was hurt, but all she could see was the broken pieces of green colored glass, scattered on the pavement. She looked to the left, and then, towards the right, but saw no movement far and wide. All the houses on the street were silent and apart from a few, the lights were still out, as the sky started to become a little lighter when the first rays of the morning sun started to penetrate the clouds.

  She looked at the broken window, and was only thinking about where she would get glass that looked exactly like the one that was just shattered, when the doorbell rang loudly once and then again, startling her out of her thoughts.

  Who could it be? And so early in the morning? Something’s not right, she thought to herself as she made her way out the living room, towards the front door. She imagined it to either be the darned newspaper boy, or the darned neighborhood teenage junkies, who stayed up and out all night, terrorizing whole town. She was mumbling curses under her breath and when she opened up the door, she felt even more infuriated by seeing there was no one at the other side.

  “Darn you! Next time I’ll be holding a bat in my hands!” she yelled out in anger, and turned to shut the door again when something caught her eye. A small basket with a letter and flowers was placed on her porch, and when she bent down to pick it up, she saw that the letter was handwritten.

  She picked the basket up and cradled it in her arms, then, she got a hold of the letter and picked it up, flipping it over to see nothing written on the outside. She opened it up and started to read;

  “My darling,

  I know this is unorthodox, and you may feel I am a freak, but truth be told, I am looking for the same answer from you. When I saw you in the coffee shop the other day, I couldn’t help but notice your smile,”

  She couldn’t make any sense out of it, and decided to get inside first. She shut the door behind her and placed the basket on the small table beside the door. She started reading where she left off, and when she was done, she could hardly believe what she was seeing. Somehow, a secret admirer had managed to find out where she lived, and then had come to drop off some flowers and a pretentious love letter at her doorstep, at the break of dawn!

  She couldn’t understand if it was a joke, or it truly meant something, but the letter said more will follow, and her secret admirer will reveal his identity after a small game. She was intrigued, but she didn’t buy it just yet, so she flipped the letter over and set it down on the counter.

  Outside in her backyard, the sleek and bright-eyed black cat slowly slithered through the small woods and then curled up near a tree. It started to stretch it limbs and paws, and then, started to change its form. Its head became bigger, and its body stood up on two limbs instead of four. The hair started to thin out, revealing white skin underneath, and within a matter of seconds, Matt lay on the ground, with nothing but the dirt to cover his bare body. He stood up aghast and as if every bone in his body, retrieved a bag from the hollow trunk of a tree nearby, and pulled out a black cloak that he wrapped around his body. He took one look at Angelina’s house, and saw her putting the letter down on her kitchen counter, and smirked ever so slightly. Then, he turned his gaze away, and towards the small but thick woods again, and disappeared into the morning dusk, making the trees all around him his disguise.

  Angelina had been sound asleep till her phone rang, and she realized she had slept through work. She got up and grabbed her alarm clock to check the time again, and then brought her hands slowly, to her head. She had slept in, and she was terribly late. In fact, she was so late, that showing up now after second half, would be an insult. Her boss had specifically asked for her files before her big meeting, at 10:00 AM. Her phone told her it was 3:18 PM, right after it stopped ringing as Miranda called from the other end of the line and she felt like she would never be able to show Miranda her face again. Miranda was a strict boss, and in the corporate world, women needed to be a certain amount of pompous, but Miranda had taken it to a whole new level. She would always be at Angelina’s neck about all the small things that she does wrong, just because she ‘thinks’ it would be better a certain way.

  Angelina felt like Miranda sucked the creativity out of her, but the job paid well, and she needed to pay her bills. She had climbed up the ladder of the business world much faster than her peers, but her rise had become stagnant ever since Miranda Lockwood was appointed the new chief editor of the magazine. The old chief – Katelyn Nox, was just as strict, but in an affirmative way. Miranda, Angelina felt, was just plain mean. She picked at Angelina quite a lot, even publicly, and as she made her way out of the covers and stood up, she dreaded the bullying she will have to bear with during all the office lunches and gatherings, every day, for the huge blunder she had managed to make this time.

  She walked into the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face looked washed out and her eyes were still very sleepy. She looked at her reflection for a minute, and noticed her pale blue eyes and her square jaw line. She noticed a few extra eyebrow hair, and plucked them right out with the tweezers kept in the cabinet. She had to be perfect, and she had to always stay clean.

  Although it never overcame her completely, Angelina suffered from selective Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and that meant that she was particularly fanatic about certain things in her life. Physical was one of them, but it wasn’t crippling. She had tried to overcome her impulses, since her job required that she remain calm and collected, for long hours throughou
t the day. She kept herself clean, always carried some wet napkins and tissue, hand sanitizers, floss, and other small things that can come to her rescue, in case anything occurs that she may find repulsive. She did become freakishly alert when passing ditches in the city or anywhere that was linked to sewerage water or waste, but she imagined, so did everybody else.

  Now, Angelina had no other option at her disposal. She just had to come up with a severely extreme and even absurd incident that occurred this morning, and kept her from showing up at work, leaving a note about not coming to work, or giving them a call even. It had to be well thought out, and it had to be solid, and before she could think of anything, she heard a glass shattering downstairs and gasped. Then, she ran downstairs to check what was going on.

  She reached the top of the staircase and suddenly felt a rush of wind on her neck. Startled, she turned to see where such strong wind was entering the house from and walked towards the room to the left. Before she reached the door, she realized a window in the corridor had been left ajar, and she slid it shut shortly afterwards. Letting out a sigh, she continued back towards the staircase, and then down the steps, and into the living room space. She looked around to search for any signs of broken glass, but to her surprise, her eyes found nothing. She circled the living room area to see what she was missing, all the while thinking how strange things had been ever since she had that disturbing dream.