Dirty Secrets (The Ultimate Taboo Box Set)

by Wild, Angel

I sighed and plopped heavily onto the bed. It was barely six in the morning and I was already alone and bored. I had no idea when he’d be back, and I had nothing to do.

  Around ten o’clock, Rob made it back. I was thrilled to see him, but I felt sorry for him, too. He’d really been excited to bring home some fresh game for us, but he hadn’t gotten anything.

  “Back so soon?” I asked him.

  “Yeah, I figured you’d be bored by now,” he said.

  “You didn’t have to come back for me,” I told him.

  “It’s okay. It wasn’t that much fun hunting alone, anyway,” he said.

  Rob showed me how to scale and clean the fish. It was disgusting, but I was enjoying spending time with him, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Then he fried fresh fish for lunch, and we ate in the folding chairs by the lake.

  After lunch, Rob called the office.

  “Yeah, this is Rob Clark,” he said calmly into his cell phone. “Yeah, I’m in cabin twelve.”

  He paused for a moment to allow the person on the other end to speak.

  “Right,” he said. “Well, this was supposed to be a two bedroom cabin with a pullout sofa. That’s what I reserved. It was supposed to be me and two of my buddies. But this is a single room cabin, and there isn’t even a sofa!”

  He paused again, listening.

  “What? But we paid $800 for the weekend!” he shouted. “No, I don’t want a voucher for a free weekend, I want the two bedroom cabin I paid for!”

  A moment later, he angrily jabbed the button on his phone. He drew his hand back behind him and nearly chucked his phone into the lake, but then he took a deep breath and shoved his phone into his pocket.

  “What happened?” I asked cautiously.

  “They’re full!” he growled. “Can you believe it? Every single cabin is full! There’s no way they can move us!”

  “It’s alright,” I told him soothingly, putting my hand on his arm. “We’ll make do.”

  He looked down at me, rage still flaming in his eyes. I smiled up at him and batted my eyelashes, and he softened.

  “Yeah, it’s alright,” he said, smiling faintly. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

  I smiled and said nothing. He wouldn’t be sleeping on the floor if I had anything to say about it, but it wasn’t the right time to bring it up.

  *

  The night air was sultry and humid, and Rob and I sat by the campfire roasting marshmallows. I slapped a mosquito away from my face and scratched at a bite on my arm.

  “Sorry about that,” Rob said. “I forgot to bring the Off.”

  “It’s fine,” I said, holding my marshmallow over the fire.

  When it was nicely charred, I brought it to my mouth, burning my lip. I swore at the throbbing pain.

  “Wow, that’s not nice language coming from a young lady,” Rob chuckled.

  “I’m not a lady,” I laughed. “Ugh, it’s so hot out here. I feel all sticky. I think I’m going to go take a shower before bed.”

  “Alright,” Rob said. “I’ll be here when you get out.”

  Rob leaned back in his chair and stared up at the stars, a bottle of beer dangling from one hand. He was so sexy sitting there all rugged and masculine. He was an outdoorsman through and through, and as I stood there watching the firelight flicker on his scruffy face, I felt giddy.

  I hurried through my shower, shaved my legs, and brushed my teeth. Then I slathered lotion all over my body. I wanted to be soft and smell good when I seduced him.

  “Rob, I’m ready for bed,” I called out the front door.

  “Be right there!” he shouted back.

  A few moments later, Rob appeared through the doorway. Sweat trickled down his face and got lost in the hair on his chest. He was magnificent.

  “I’m gonna take a quick shower,” he said.

  “Okay.”

  While Rob was in the shower, I hurried to prepare the room. I lit some candles and placed them all throughout the room. I turned on the radio and found a station playing some soft rock. And I slipped into my favorite navy blue tank top and panties. Then I lied down on the bed to wait for him.

  My heart skipped a beat when the water turned off, and I could already feel myself getting wet. I positioned myself on my side, facing toward him, with one leg bent to expose my crotch.

  The bathroom door opened, and I waited breathlessly…

  “Man, am I tired,” he said, yawning, with the towel covering his face as he dried his hair.

  He was wearing pajama bottoms, but he was shirtless. My eyes followed the path from his strong, thick chest, down his rippling torso, past his navel, and down toward the little path of hair that disappeared inside his pants.

  He tossed the towel over the back of a chair and glanced at me. Then he froze, his eyes wide. He turned away.

  “Carrie,” he said, clearing his throat. “You should put on some clothes.”

  “What do you think these are?” I asked, looking down at my tank top.

  He glanced at me, and then quickly looked away again.

  “Barely anything,” he answered.

  I laughed.

  “You’re such a prude!” I teased him.

  “No, I’m just being reasonable,” he said.

  “Reasonable? It’s like ninety-five degrees! This is totally reasonable,” I said.

  “Alright, fine. Point taken,” he said.

  He pulled a blanket out of a drawer and spread it on the floor, and then he grabbed a pillow off the bed and lied down with it. I watched, amused, as he tossed and turned on the hard floor for several minutes.

  “Looks uncomfortable down there,” I said cleverly.

  “It’s not so bad,” he lied.

  “Come on, Rob. It looks barely better than lying on rocks,” I teased him.

  “Okay, yeah, fine. It sucks,” he admitted.

  “Just come sleep in the bed with me,” I suggested.

  “That’s hardly appropriate,” he said, groaning slightly as he turned over and tried to get comfortable.

  “Why not?” I asked. “It’s no big deal.”

  “It is a big deal,” he argued. “You’re a young woman, and I’m your stepfather.”

  “So?”

  “So, it’s not appropriate.”

  “Oh, come on!” I said. “The bed’s really comfy. Just try it!”

  He sighed. Then he stood up and grabbed his pillow.

  “Fine,” he relented. “If I sleep on this floor, I’ll never get the crick out of my back, and I have to go to work on Monday.”

  I tried to hide my satisfaction, but a grin spread across my face. The bed sagged behind me as Rob lied down. I turned to face him. He was lying on the far side of the bed, scrunched up along the very edge. I laughed at him.

  “I don’t bite!” I said, giggling.

  “Just being a gentleman,” he said, pretending to be trying to sleep.

  I reached over and turned off the lamp. The room was dark, aside from a thick shaft of moonlight that spilled through the nearby window and bathed us in a silvery blue glow.

  “Night,” I said quietly.

  “Night,” he commented.

  I wanted for a few moments, and then I reached out and put my hand on his ribs. I felt his muscles tense.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” I said.

  He didn’t move, nor did he say anything else, so I left my hand there for a while. Then I slowly scooted closer to him and pressed my body against his back. He was motionless, and he still said nothing, so I wrapped my arm around him and placed my cheek against his back.

  “Carrie!” he snapped. “What are you doing?”

  “I thought I heard something outside,” I pouted, pretending to be afraid.

  “There’s nothing out there,” he said. “Go to sleep.”

  I lied there for a while, enjoying the muscular hardness of his back against my body, and feeling the light dusting of hair across the front of his torso wi
th my hand. I was tingling between my legs, and I could feel wetness starting to seep through my panties.

  Cautiously, I reached downward. My hand brushed against his cock, which was a huge, soft lump underneath the fabric of his pajama bottoms. He gasped and sat up in bed.

  “Carrie!” he scolded me.

  “What?” I asked innocently. “It was an accident!”

  He stared at me for a minute before deciding I was most likely telling the truth, and then he lied back down beside me.

  A few minutes later, I quickly shoved my hand down his pants and grasped it firmly in my hand. It immediately started to stiffen in my hand, and I nearly shrieked with delight.

  “Carrie!” he shouted, sitting up again. “Stop this!”

  “It’s hard,” I reminded him.

  “No shit!” he yelled. “That’s what happens when someone touches it!”

  “You like it,” I commented.

  “No!” he denied. “No, I don’t! This is inappropriate!”

  “No, it’s not,” I told him. “I’m eighteen.”

  “Yes, but I’m married!” he shouted. “To your mother!”

  “She doesn’t have to know,” I said, starting to stroke it.

  He gasped and shuddered as my hand slid up and down the shaft. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was gaping. He looked both horrified and turned on.

  “Carrie, stop,” he insisted. “This is wrong.”

  “Okay, I’ll stop,” I said, and I heard him breathe a sigh of relief.

  It wasn’t exactly a lie. I did stop stroking it. But I bent my head and quickly took the head between my lips. He gasped again, and I felt his whole body stiffen as he tried to back away from me. But as I ran my tongue around the head slowly, licking back and forth, he slowly relaxed.

  His cock was so huge, I could barely open my mouth wide enough to take it. The head alone stuffed my mouth to near capacity. My lips stretched wide, and I tried to push my head down on it. I heard him moan lightly, and I wrapped my hand around it and started to stroke it again as my head bobbed up and down. I felt his hand on the back of my head, gently stroking my hair at first, and then pushing down on the back of my head.

  My head bobbed faster and faster, my hand milking the massive shaft as I sucked him. I could hear him making small “mm’s” and “ah’s”. He’d long since forgotten how “wrong” he thought it was.

  “Fuck me, Rob,” I said, looking up at him and continuing to stroke him.

  “I can’t,” he argued, but I could see in his eyes his resolve was breaking.

  “Fuck me!” I shouted, pressing my lips against his, and squashing my breasts into his chest.

  His tongue slipped between my lips, and his hand went up my shirt. I could feel his grip firm and strong on my breast, and he squeezed it tightly. His other hand went down to squeeze my ass.

  “I shouldn’t,” he whispered, nuzzling his neck into my still-damp hair.

  “I want you to, Rob,” I told him. “Feel me. I’m so wet for you!”

  I grabbed his hand and shoved it down the front of my panties. I felt his hand brush past the tuft of hair on my pubic mound and his fingers slip between my labia. Soon, they were slick with my wetness.

  “Oh, God,” he breathed, his whole body heaving with horniness.

  “Do it,” I begged him. “Please!”

  He threw me forcefully onto the bed and shoved his tongue into my mouth. His lips were rough against mine – so rough they almost hurt. He shoved his hand inside my panties and began to finger me, fucking me with his fingers and then rubbing my clit, sliding back and forth. His massive dick was stabbing angrily into my thigh as he rubbed up against it, humping me like a dog in heat.

  He grabbed my tank top and yanked it over my head, tossing it aside. The moonlight hit my breasts, and he stared at them for a moment before lowering his head and practically devouring one of my nipples.

  His finger rubbed harder and faster against my clit, and I began to squirm. Quickly, he moved between my legs and jerked off my panties, burying his face in my cunt. His tongue slipped deep inside my pussy, pushing further inside, wiggling and probing. The he licked upward, swirling around my clit, teasing it to attention.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned, my hips pumping up and down wildly. “I’m cumming!”

  He pressed his tongue flat against my clit and started to lick furiously up and down. I could see him humping the mattress as his head bobbed up and down between my legs. I wanted to feel him inside me, and I pictured what it would feel like to have his massive shaft penetrating me, tearing me apart, ripping into me and stretching me.

  “Ohhhhhh!” I cried out, grinding my hips against his face as an orgasm built inside my cunt, spreading like wildfire through my whole body.

  My stomach trembled, my legs quivered, and I grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pulled as the orgasm gripped my entire body. When it began to subside, Rob mounted me. Without a word, he positioned the fat head of his dick against my hole. He leaned forward, looking me straight in the eyes. I could tell he wanted to see the look on my face when he impaled me on it.

  With one sharp thrust, he slammed his cock into me, tearing through my tightness and thudding hard against my cervix. I gasped loudly, my eyes bugging out of my head. My mouth was hanging open in total shock as his enormous cock filled me to the brim and shoved my insides upward.

  “Is this what you wanted?” he snarled, almost angrily, as he banged my head against the headboard with intense force.

  “Yes!” I gasped.

  His hips thrust furiously, pushing his throbbing dick inside me until I could hardly breathe.

  “This?” he asked, his face wild and vicious.

  “Yes!” I repeated.

  He pounded me relentlessly, battering my cervix mercilessly with his giant erection. It slammed into me again and again, a strange mix of intense pain and incredible pleasure filling my cunt.

  “You like my big dick?” he asked me, continuing the relentless assault.

  “Oh, yes!” I cried.

  “You like it when it hurts?” he snarled, grasping my throat and squeezing lightly.

  “Yes!” I answered truthfully.

  He smacked my face gently, as though testing the water.

  “Again!” I begged.

  He smacked me again, this time a little harder.

  “Oh, yes! Spank me!” I begged him.

  He pushed my legs up toward me, and I grabbed my calves, holding them tightly. He smacked my ass.

  “Harder!” I begged him.

  He slapped my ass harder, still fucking me hard and deep.

  “Punish me!” I cried. “I’m such a bad girl!”

  Rob slapped my ass over and over. I could feel angry welts popping up where his palm smacked against my skin. It was starting to sting, and my whole cunt was on fire.

  “I’m gonna cum!” I shouted as he continued to spank my ass.

  He groaned loudly, and I felt his cock begin to pulse and throb inside me. With each thrust, he grunted, and I felt the tickle of cum shooting against my cervix. It spurted madly, spitting loads of his hot cum deep inside me. His primal sounds swelled inside my clit, and I exploded in wave after wave of orgasm, my pussy quivering wildly, and my legs shaking so hard I could hardly control them.

  He pulled his cock out and I could feel a massive glop of cum oozing out of my cunt and sliding down my ass. He leaned back and sighed, looking down and watching the cum drip down.

  “Well, you took it like a pro,” he told me.

  “And I’ll do it again,” I promised him.

  “You think so?” he asked.

  “I know so,” I said confidently.

  That wasn’t the last trip Rob and I took together. We spent all of them fucking like mad. And believe me when I say, I was never rude to him again… except when he wanted me to be!

  Maya’s First Crush

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  I’ll never forget the first time I caught sight of my stepsister’s fiancé, Jack Wyatt. Having just arrived from a two-hour drive, the happy couple stood in the open foyer of my grandmother’s house, surrounded by my Aunt Ester, Grandma Chester, and mom and dad. Murmurs of delight resounded as Caroline held out her manicured hand, displaying her sparkling engagement ring.

  I descended slowly, gripping the banister for support, as my eyes fell on the tall, solidly built man standing next to her. His attention was on the talkative throng around him, and he smiled, flashing impossibly white teeth and dimples. His thick auburn hair was cut short and perfectly groomed, save for one errant strand that fell in his eyes. His light blue shirt was tucked into his pants, surrounded by a dark leather belt. He appeared, for all intents and purposes, the ideal picture of what a woman would want her fiancé to be: handsome, polite, and successful.

  And, then it happened.

  I hadn’t quite reached the bottom step, when his expressively warm, chocolate colored eyes found me. I had dressed especially for this occasion in a loose fitting sundress that hung just above the knee. The garment was the palest of pinks, with a scoop neck, revealing a glimpse of my breasts. As the greetings commenced, Jack’s attention was no longer on my family or my stepsister. He seemed to be taking me in from the top of my head to my face, neck, breasts, and below. It was as if every landmark on my body had been thoroughly appraised and inventoried.

  My reaction to this was peculiar. I sucked in a sharp breath, inadvertently thrusting out my breasts. His interested gaze rested on my chest, as hunger flared in his eyes. Due to my naiveté and inexperience, the significance of this event was lost on me, except for an instinctive feminine inkling that seemed to hum through my ears.

  “There she is,” enthused, Aunt Ester. “Here’s our little darling, Maya. Come say hello to your sister and her new fiancé.”

  As I neared the object of my fascination, my smile expanded. “Hi.” I held out my hand, and he took it gently. I glanced at Caroline. “Hey.” Jack hadn’t let go of my hand yet, and it felt strong and warm and wonderful. It was another full moment before he let me slide out of his grasp, leaving me bereft.