An Anthology of Forbidden Erotica: 28 Depraved Tales

by Jessica Sin

  “Good point there. But what about that look I saw you giving me when I turned around after taking that sip of water, or you staring at my chest while I was doing those presses, or…”

  “Fine…you caught me. You look really good in that top,” I replied, feeling a little embarrassed. “There, I said it. Happy now?”

  Her eyebrows quickly raised and she was clearly holding back laughter. “You know, that’s exactly what I was afraid of. I didn’t want to make things ‘distracting’ for you. That’s why I always kept that sweater on no matter how hot I was getting. Besides, I just bought this sports bra recently, and before that I only had a t-shirt underneath. My nipples would have been an incredible distraction, since I’m still a lactating woman after all.”

  “Oh…hearing you say that makes me wish you were in your t-shirt instead.”

  “Men…you’re all so predictable,” she said with a snicker. “I just hope that your little fascination with my boobs won’t distract you from our workouts in the future.”

  “I hope not. But if you keep wearing outfit like that, I can’t make any guarantees,” I replied humorously.

  She wrapped her fingers around the bottom end of her sports bra and swiftly yanked it upwards to expose her bare breasts to me.

  “There, you can stop wondering what they look like now,” she said, as if to prove that I was being totally immature over her body parts. “And I hope you get a good look because you won’t be seeing them again. So get it out of your system.”

  I was definitely getting an eye full, looking and examining her breasts while they were out. They were large and round, and hung down quite a bit. She wasn’t kidding when she mentioned the lactating part because her nipples and areolas were dark brown and swollen. And when she felt that I had enough of a look, she yanked her top back down to cover herself once again.

  “God…you just made my week,” I told her, almost at a loss for words. “I’ve never seen a woman’s nipples so large before.”

  “It’s the very least I could do for your training services. If it’s not too awkward, I still need your help for my post-workout stretching,” she said with a smile.

  ***

  As hard as it was, I never brought up the fact that she briefly showed me her breasts to ‘reward’ me for helping her because of how stern her warning was. I didn’t want to risk making her mad and have our private time together end.

  But at the same time, she wasn’t oblivious to the fact that I admired her body. When we had dinner that night, she wore a much smaller shirt than what she normally wears and seemed a little more flirtatious than usual, almost as if to tease me for being attracted to her. So that night, before I went to bed, I did the only thing I could do that point- fantasize about her.

  ***GIFT FOR VALENTINE’S***

  Two days had past and it was time for our next afternoon workout together. It was Tuesday, which meant that she only taught class early in the morning and would usually use her extra time to do household chores or catch up on her favorite tv shows.

  But on that day, I came home from school and noticed a new shopping bag sitting on her bed as I walked by her room.

  “Oh…I wasn’t expecting you home so early,” she said as she stepped out of the bathroom, looking surprised to see me.

  “Yeah, well I had a test today and got to leave sooner,” I replied. “So you just went shopping? Buy anything interesting?”

  “Well…I’m only telling you this because I’m in such a good mood, but I just purchased a few things for Valentine’s Day tonight- two pairs of lingerie. It’s a surprise for my husband later he’s flying in to see me.”

  “That sounds really nice. I’m sure he’ll love it.”

  “I’m sure he will,” she said with a smile. “I didn’t want to say anything about this before, but the main reason I wanted to get back in shape was for tonight. With my husband’s busy career, our love life has really suffered, and I was hoping to really spice things up between us once again. And that’s as far as I’m going to tell you…”

  Hearing her say that she planned on doing something sexy tonight immediately struck a cord with me.

  “Wow, judging by how you looked yesterday, I’m sure you’ll be a real knockout with whatever you’re planning to wear,” I replied.

  “Thank you. And none of this would be possible without your help. I tried on the outfits in the store fitting room and I could hardly recognize myself. He is in for a real Valentine’s Day treat.”

  “I’m sure he is. Speaking of which…how about a second opinion? You know, maybe you could model it for me and I’ll give you my thoughts on which one dad might prefer. I mean, I’ve already seen parts of you so it won’t be that weird.”

  She put her hands on her hips and gave me a stern mother look which only she could give.

  “Didn’t I say to never bring that up again?”

  “I know you did. But you were only referring to what you showed me in the garage. This has absolutely nothing to do with that. And as far as I’m concerned, this is a completely different topic all together,” I said with as much charm as I could.

  “Oh, you’re such a smart ass. But I can’t really blame you for that since I’m the same way. Turn around, I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

  I did as she said and turned to face the hallway, listening attentively to the sounds of her undressing. My heart started racing and my imagination ran wild listening to each article of her clothing hit the bed as she threw it, and as she pulled her outfit out of the shopping bag and slipped it on.

  “Okay, I’m ready,” she said hesitantly.

  When I turned to look, I was amazed by what I saw. My classy and respectable housemate stood in nothing but a skimpy negligee which mainly served to cover her breasts and crotch. It was the most that I had ever seen of her body, and I took full advantage of it; with my eyes quickly roaming through her bare feet, her athletic thighs, her mid-section that was covered by a see-through fabric, and her bare upper chest and arms.

  Her hands went back on her hips, but this time her face had a proud smile. “So what do you think?”

  “I think you look absolutely stunning. Dad couldn’t be a luckier guy tonight. Seriously, you look fantastic. And as far as I’m concerned, you could compete with any of the lingerie models out there.”

  “Thank you,” she replied with a newfound confidence. “Like I said, I owe it all to you.”

  She playfully raised her arms to flex her biceps, the same way that a bodybuilder would. And once she was done with that, she lifted the bottom part of her negligee and did the same thing with her thighs; leaning each leg forward, one at a time, and flexing them for me.

  “Your body and legs look stunning. Those squats really paid off.”

  “They sure did,” she replied proudly. “Speaking of which…the show’s over. Let me switch to my workout clothes and I’ll meet you downstairs for even more of those squats.”

  “Sure…but before that, what about the other outfit?” I asked.

  “That one isn’t for you to see. It’s see-through.”

  The thought of her wearing a see-through outfit sent a tingle down my spine.

  “…Oh…”

  “Sorry to burst your bubble. And I hope that thing in your shorts isn’t what I think it is,” she said, with her eyes looking down at my growing bulge.

  “…Of course not. It’s…”

  “Then if it’s not what I think it is, take it out and show me,” she said with an eyebrow raised.

  I paused for a moment, with my silence answering her question, admitting that I was actually aroused.

  She gave me a sympathetic smirk and looked as though she was debating herself. “I’ll tell you what; You’ve been a tremendous help to me the way you’ve sacrificed your time so that I could have these results. So…if you’re interesting, I would be willing to help you with that.”

  “You mean…”

  She nodded. “If you want me to take care of that
erection for you, I’ll do it. Just promise me that you’ll be respectful about it.”

  “I promise.”

  She took a few steps forward and got down on her knees in front of me. I froze, and all I could do was watch my respectable and classy lady get to work undoing my pants, while wearing nothing but a skimpy piece of lingerie.

  Once my ever-growing cock was freed, she wasted no time taking it inside her mouth to suck. Her lips formed a tight O-ring around my shaft and her head quickly bobbed back and forth as she was easily giving me the best blowjob of my life.

  The room became filled with the vulgar sound of her sucking and slurping on my cock. I could see her saliva glistening off my erection whenever her head pulled back, only for her head to push back forward to suck it all with up with her vacuum like mouth. And with every bob of her head, her lips would go just a little bit deeper, taking me further inside her mouth.

  Before I knew it, Eva had fully deep throated me with her lips nearly touching my crotch, taking in all 6-inches of my cock inside her mouth. She looked up at me and moaned the words, ‘ta da’, as if to show off her exceptional talent in giving a blowjob.

  Her mouth started inching its way back after deep throating me. But where her lips once were, she covered with her hand and began jerking me off at the same time; giving me the pleasure of both her mouth and her fingers.

  “I’m about to cum…” I warned.

  For better or worse, she ignored my warning and kept at it. If anything, it only seemed to embolden her as she began to stroke and suck even harder. The pleasure I was receiving reached its inevitable climax and I shot a huge load of cum inside her mouth. I continued ejaculating with every stroke she gave me, and all of it was sent straight to her stomach with her tight lips concealing everything combined with her mouth’s powerful suction.

  It took every ounce of strength that I had to keep from falling over while I came. And when I finished and became flaccid again, she made sure to suck EVERY last drop of my cum before releasing her lips and using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth.

  “You taste just like I thought you would,” she said casually, looking up at me while still on her knees.

  “God…that was fucking incredible,” I gasped.

  She stood up and winked at me while we were face-to-face. “I’m glad you liked it. And you can consider us even now. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m in the mood for hot bath. We’ll continue our next workout tomorrow.”

  ***HE WAS HARD AS A ROCK***

  My eyes were glued to her legs throughout our workout the next day. After all, she wore a new pair of spandex shorts for women which hugged her thighs perfectly. And the days workout consisted of a long warm up & cardio routine on the exercise bike, followed by a few sets of weighted squats.

  “Your mind seems so preoccupied today. Is something bothering you?” she teased, already knowing what was on my mind.

  “I think you know…” I replied with a smile. “And I know how you don’t like me bringing this stuff up, but since you asked, I just wanted to tell you how much I’ve thought about what you did for me yesterday. That really was amazing.”

  She smiled back at me. “Thank you. And for the record, that made my Valentine’s even more special than I had anticipated.”

  “Really? How?”

  “Well, he was very impressed with how I looked the lingerie outfit, and with the different posses I did. I told him how it was all thanks to you, and it began to peak his interest about how we’ve been spending some of our afternoons together. I eventually told him about the other day where I noticed you looking at my body, and how I showed you the goods for all your troubles…you should have seen his face.”

  “Was he mad?” I asked.

  “No,” she replied. “In fact, he was the opposite of being mad; his eyes lit up in a way I haven’t seen for a very long time. I continued telling him about how I modeled a sexy outfit for you, and how you became aroused…and…I may have let it slip that I ended up giving you a blowjob afterwards. At that point, he was as hard as a rock.”

  “Now there’s a shocker. I never would have thought that he would be interested in such a thing.”

  “He was more than just interested. He made me tell him every little juicy detail about what I did to you with my mouth and hand. And afterwards, we role-played, I’d say he has a serious fetish.”

  “Well, I can’t say that I blame him. All of that sounds really hot- especially with someone like you.”

  She giggled as she held back her laughter. “You two are so much alike. It’s adorable.”

  “Trust me, ANY man would have the same fantasy. You’re a very beautiful and classy woman,” I replied.

  She winked at me and pinched me on the cheek. “Come on, I need to shower right now. Maybe you can come join me and we’ll give him even more erotic stories to think about.”

  ***DO YOU LIKE ANAL?***

  I followed her up the stairs and we both headed towards the main bathroom holding hands.

  Once there, she raised her arms and asked, “Care to do the honors?”

  “I’d love to,” I replied, as I pulled the sports bra over her head, leaving her topless.

  She bent down and did the rest, pulling off her tight spandex shorts & panties and stood completely naked before me. I was mesmerized by the sight of her body. Her body looked perfectly proportioned, with the right amount of muscle tone, yet maintaining much of her feminine curves which made her look womanly. Seeing her entire mid-section bare for the first time was also a real treat. Her hips and thighs were fairly thick, and her crotch was cleanly shaven, with a nice bikini tan line to it.

  “You look gorgeous,” I told her honestly.

  “Thanks. Now it’s your turn to get undressed. I refuse to be the only one standing here naked.”

  With that said, she wasted no time in pulling off my t-shirt, and stripping my shorts and underwear away from my body. Sure, it felt awkward standing naked in front of her, but at the same time, to say that it was ‘worth it’ is a massive understatement. Her eyes looked me over the same way that I had done to her.

  “You can start by cleaning my backside,” she said as she handed me a bar of soap.

  I took the soap in my hand and began rubbing it on her upper back while she washed her hair with shampoo. My fingers brushed up against her skin as I soaped her sculpted body. Inch by inch I made my way down towards her voluptuous rear end, and I was more than happy to wash that for her as well.

  Once she washed off the shampoo from her hair, she turned around to wash the soap from her back, and she gave me simple look, telling me that it was okay to wash the front part of her body.

  “Like what you see?” she asked with a sly look on her face.

  “Of course I do,” I told her. “I love your breasts, especially those nipples of yours. They’re perfect.”

  “Thank you,” she smiled. “I guess that’s one of the extra benefits of pregnancy. Now start cleaning.”

  I started at the top of her chest, pressing the bar of soap against her. And as I made my way down, I was able to feel her milk filled breasts against my fingers. They were soft and luscious. And it was an erotic sight seeing my hand pressing against them as I soaped her breasts, causing them to move and jiggle with every moment. Then as I pressed my hand roughly against the side of one of her breasts, milk started leaking through one of her swollen nipple, giving me a real eye-full to look at.

  “Looks like you’ve found something else you like,” she said teasingly.

  “Yeah…lactating breasts has always been a fantasy of mine. But I never thought that the first one I would actually be lusting over is you of all people.”

  She smiled, “Well, my boobs have a little more significance than just sex being objects. You used to feed from them remember? And if you’re interested in doing it again, at this point, I wouldn’t mind.”

  “In that case, I just hope you have enough milk,” I said jokingly.

  “Hold on a s
econd…”

  She then rinsed the soap off of her body, turned off the shower, and stepped out of the tub to dry herself with a towel. When she was done with her quick rub down, she handed me another towel and I did the same thing.

  She used both hands to lift her breasts, as if to model them for me. “Okay, they’re all yours now.”

  I struggled against my natural urges to just bury my face in between her heavy set breasts. Instead, I simply took them in my hands and played with them, massaging them. They felt soft and firm. And when I squeezed them a little harder, my eyes widened at the sight of milk leaking through the pours of her long brown nipple.