21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  21 Taboo Tales

  Robin Pressley

  21 Taboo Tales

  This is a work of fiction. All characters and events reside solely in the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

  © 2020, Robin Pressley. No portion of this work can be reproduced in any way without prior written consent from the author with the exception for a fair use excerpt for review and editorial purposes.

  This title is for adults only. It contains explicit sex acts, adult themes, and material that some folks might find offensive. Please keep out of reach of children.

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  Cassidy needs to pick the perfect look for her night out. But when her mom’s guy friend Liam objects to her skimpy outfit, Cassidy decides to let him choose what she’ll wear. She gives him a private fashion show, and this bratty girl soon discovers just how much she loves having a captive audience. As things heat up, she changes her plans to a sultry night of naughty games with her older man. But Liam has plans of his own. He’s totally obsessed, and even though she’s off-limits, he intends to possess her in the deepest way possible.

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  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Newsletter

  Our Dirty Secret

  Hot & Bothered

  The Artist's Touch

  Slipping Inside

  Melt with Me

  Kitty's Too Tight

  Sexual Competition

  Shared in the Steam Room

  Protective Fighter

  Riding the Pole

  Sneaking Suspicion

  Caught in the Act

  My Lips Are Sealed

  Touching Performance

  Tight Squeeze

  Cherry Gets Busted

  Please Don’t Tell

  Close Encounter

  Rinse & Repeat

  Shared in the Man Cave

  Deep in the Jungle

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  About the Author

  Our Dirty Secret

  1. JUSTINE

  “Don't pump it so hard! You're going to make a mess! Here let me show you how to do it…”

  Randall pushes Tony aside and snatches away the nozzle of the beer keg. He starts filling up the red plastic Solo cups with frothy Milwaukee's Best beer for the girls that are gathered around. They are all making eyes at him, especially Stacey. God, the way she bends way over to take her cup from him, making sure he can get a good look down her top. She couldn't be laying it on any thicker. She really makes a big show of flicking her tongue out when she tells him thank you.

  “What about you, Justine,” Randall says, turning toward me. “Do you need a little top-off?”

  “No thanks,” I answer. I didn’t even drink my first cup that he poured for me an hour ago. I just dumped it out in the sink when nobody was looking. I’ve never been much of a beer drinker. Especially not this stuff that’s just one step up from warm piss.

  “Oh come on,” he says, taking my cup from me and filling it up with pretty much just straight-up foam from the bottom of the keg. “Summer’s nearly over. You gotta par-tay!”

  He’s giving me a look like he means that he and I should “par-tay” together in private, but I am not into it.

  “Um, Randall,” I say, “You're spilling…”

  He looks down at the white suds gushing over the brim of the cup.

  “Oh shit—sorry ’bout that.” He gives me a sheepish grin as he hands the dripping cup back to me.

  “Thanks,” I tell him, aiming for a tone that is unenthusiastic without being outright bitchy.

  More thirsty people stumble into the kitchen with empty cups that they want to have filled. Good luck! That keg is basically tapped out, but I’m not going to be the one to tell them. Meanwhile Stacey leans over and whispers in my ear.

  “Oh-Em-Gee. Randall is looking fine as fuck tonight. He looks like a freaking Abercrombie model. Did you see his happy trail?”

  She is staring at him across the room, trying to catch his eye. He and Tony are still fighting over who gets to be the master of the keg.

  “I want to suck his cock,” Stacey adds. She swigs a bit of the warm foam in her cup and then winces and sticks out her tongue.

  Honestly I can’t believe Stacey hasn’t already fucked Randall. I swear she’s had every guy on campus inside of her. In a few days we will start our sophomore year, and I know she can’t wait to start breaking in the new crop of freshman boys. More power to her, though. I mean, look, she’s being safe and having fun, so she can do what she wants. Even though she does drive me crazy sometimes, I love Stacey. She’s a great friend, but we just have different tastes.

  Tonight it’s still summer, and we’re off campus at some random house party. I look around at the other guys and girls milling around in the house. In the living room some people have set up a game of beer pong. Someone bumps the table by accident, spilling the cups and splashing beer all over the carpet. I catch a whiff of someone smoking a joint in another room. I’m not even sure whose house this is—probably someone whose parents have gone out of town. Whenever the parents get back, that person was going to be in very deep shit, because the house is getting wrecked.

  I barely know anyone at this party, and I feel like a total fish out of water. I only let Stacey drag me here because she thought it would be fun, and she said I couldn't stay home on a weekend night.

  “Hey, what's the matter with you?” Stacey asks, waving her hand in front of my eyes like she’s trying to wake me from hypnosis. “You've been looking so depressed all night. We're supposed to be having fun!”

  “I know what you need.” Stacey says. “You need a good hard fuck!”

  She giggles and looks around the room.

  “Just look at all of these hot guys here, Justine.” She lowers her voice and adds, “I heard some football players are going to show up later.”

  She is right, the party is packed with hot looking guys from school. And I’m getting my fair share of attention for sure. I’m wearing my skimpiest little skirt that just barely covers my ass, and a tight, low-cut top that really shows off my tits and my belly button ring (which my parents totally don't know about). I even have on my favorite strappy heels and my favorite pair of lacy thong panties to help me feel extra sexy. Something about the way they feel flossed between my cheeks just really turns me on.

  But I’m just not into this whole scene. Sure there are tons of hot guys here, and I could pretty much have my pick if I wanted. But I don't want a guy. I want a man. A real man.

  “C'mon,” Stacey says. “We're going to get you laid.”

  She turns to the cluster of people in the living room. She raises her hand up in the air and points down at the top of my head.

  “OK,” she shouts. “We're having summer try-outs. Who here wants to be the lucky guy who gives my friend Justine a nice hard end-of-summer fuck?”

  About half of the boys in the room are passed out or in the middle of making out. The other half turn toward me with the expressions of hungry dogs who just heard the food bowl rattling.

  “Stacey, stop it!” I hiss, dragging her arm down.

  “Oh don't be a prude, Justine. And remember, you don't have to limit yourself to just one,” she giggles.

  All of a sudden a pudgy guy with shaggy hair, a patchy beard, and a tie-dyed T
-shirt bursts in the front door. His eyes are wide with panic.

  “Cops!” he shouts.

  Sure enough, the front windows light up with blue flashing lights. There are cop cars out front. The whole house erupts in chaos. People are frantically scrambling for the back door to make a run for it.

  “Oh shit!” Stacey shouts. “C'mon babe, let's go!”

  She takes my hand and starts pulling me toward the back door, but the crowd of escaping guys and girls is too dense, and we get separated from each other. I get pushed to the side, and I just try to stand flat against the wall to avoid getting trampled.

  By the time enough people have drained out of the room for me to move, I see that I am going to be fucked. Some cops are already marching in through the front door. But when I see exactly who is with them my heart stops cold.

  Nick.

  Of all the cops to bust this party, it just has to be Nick. My dad's old partner and his best friend. Just my luck. He will totally tell my parents that I have been out misbehaving at a house party. I’m double fucked.

  The thing is, I've had a pretty big crush on Nick for quite some time. Actually, “crush” is an understatement. As a matter of fact, I’m totally obsessed with him.

  When I was growing up, Nick was always over at our house. He and my dad are as close as brothers. They were partners on the police force before Daddy got promoted to police chief. Nick has practically been a second daddy to me. I have always kind of looked up to him.

  But as I started getting older, my feelings for him changed. Whenever he was around I would really feel funny. Butterflies in my tummy. My heart racing. And other feelings too—lower down than my heart, lower down than my tummy. Then something happened that changed everything.

  ***

  This past year, my parents moved into a new, bigger house with a nice swimming pool, so earlier this summer, my dad had a cookout and pool party for some of his cop buddies. Nick was there too, of course. And I was out by the pool sunbathing in my itsy-bitsiest, teensy-weensiest bikini, hoping that Nick would notice, but it seemed like I was invisible to him. He never even looked my way.

  Well, I guess my dad was worried that someone would notice. After a while he came over and told me to go inside and change. He said I wasn't a little girl anymore, and that my bathing suit was way too small for my growing body. I was pretty pissed, but I didn't say anything—I just went inside and went to my room to pout.

  I looked out my window at Nick in the pool. He had his shirt off and he looked just too sexy. His body was so tanned and muscular, and he had just the right amount of hair on his broad, thick chest. I started thinking about how good it would feel to run my hands over his hard muscles. To run my fingers through his chest hair. To taste his skin. I imagined how the short scruff on his chin would feel against the insides of my thighs. I imagined his fingers inside me. His hard cock. How would he fuck me? Would he be soft and gentle or hard and rough? Would he cum inside me?

  Of course by that point I was totally lost in my fantasy. I was sprawled out on my bed in my wet bikini, writhing in ecstasy. I had one hand under my top, cupping one breast. My other hand was inside of my bikini bottom rubbing my clit which was full and ripe like a wild berry.

  Suddenly the door to my room had swung open. For a split-second I thought it was Daddy. But right away I realized it was Nick. He was standing there shirtless and dripping, his shoulders so broad that he filled the whole door. I gasped, partly with shock and partly with the intense orgasm that was suddenly washing over me.

  “S-sorry!” Nick had stammered.

  His eyes were wide with surprise. But it seemed like there had also been another feeling in his eyes—a want, a need even. Or maybe I had just imagined that. Maybe I was just being a silly girl. What would a grown man like that want with me anyway?

  He had spun around and slammed the door shut, and as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone. We never talked about it again. I guessed it would just be our secret.

  ***

  But I doubt Nick will be so willing to keep it a secret about busting me at this keg party. My dad is super strict, and Nick will feel like it’s his responsibility to tell my dad that he caught me here. I haven’t even had anything to drink anyway, but I know that Nick won't believe that.

  Lucky for me, Nick hasn't spotted me yet, so I decide to take desperate measures. There is an open window right next to where I’m standing. Without thinking twice, I climb out of it. It’s not my most graceful moment. My short skirt rides up my hips, and I'm sure anyone who sees me going out the window is getting a good look at my lacy thong panties, and probably a whole lot more.

  I tumble out of the window into the darkness and a prickly hedge. The little twigs are scratching at my bare midriff and thighs. It is starting to occur to me that my escape plan might be a pretty dumb one, when all of a sudden I am caught in a blinding white spotlight.

  “Well, well, well,” a voice says, “What have we here?”

  2. NICK

  She thinks I don’t see her.

  But I see. Oh sweet fuck do I ever see.

  All I catch is her lower body as it disappears out of the ground floor window—her long lithe legs, tight little ass, and smooth flawless crotch, her lips just barely concealed beneath a thin strip of lacy fabric.

  Sure I don’t see her face, but I don’t have to. I’d recognize that perfect little pelvis anywhere. I’ve only seen it from this angle once before, but the image of it has been etched in my memory ever since. You could say I’m obsessed. That would be an understatement.

  The first time I got a good look between her legs was a couple of months ago, at the start of summer. It was at her house. Her father’s house to be exact.

  Bud is my best friend. We used to be partners before he climbed the ladder to eventually become police chief. So that makes him my best friend and my boss. If he had any idea about the feelings I have for his little girl…

  But he’ll never find out. Because it’s one secret that I’m keeping buried deep inside, never to be spoken.

  I’ve known Justine all her life. Watching her grow up into a beautiful young lady has filled my heart with pride almost like she was my own. But over the past few months the thought of her has filled me with something else. Lust doesn’t even begin to describe it. It’s something deeper—something animalistic and hard to control. That’s why I’ve kept my distance since our little incident that changed everything and shattered my world.

  ***

  It happened when I was over at Bud’s with some of the other guy’s from the force. Bud’s job promotion has notched up his income, so he recently moved into a swanky new place with a swimming pool in the back yard, and he wanted to treat his friends to barbecue and ice cold beer around the pool.

  What he didn’t intend was to treat them to a view of his daughter’s nubile body.

  Justine was lying out by the pool in a bikini that looked like it was a couple of sizes too small for her. She must have hit a late growth spurt or something, because her flawless tanned body was practically bursting out of the swimsuit. Her full, soft breasts were squeezed tightly together. And when she rolled over on her stomach, the bikini bottom was wedged between her cheeks, putting the better part of her ass on full view.

  She had to have known what she was doing, dressing that way in front of a group of red-blooded American men. I did my best not to ogle, but I definitely noticed the other guys stealing some glances at her between swigs of beer.

  And it drove me fucking insane. They shouldn’t be looking at her like that. I didn’t want her mouthwatering body on display for the whole world to see. I had always cared about Justine like she was family. But I had never felt so protective before.

  I guess Bud felt similarly because he eventually told her to go inside. I breathed a sigh of relief. As much as I enjoyed drinking in the sensuous curves of her nearly naked body, I didn’t want to share the sight with any other man.

  And besides, it wasn’t even
right for me to be thinking of her that way. She was Bud’s daughter for Christ’s sake. What the hell was wrong with me? I did my best to put it out of my mind.

  After a few beers and a dip in the pool I had to go inside and drain my snake. Since it was only my first time over at Bud’s new house, I still wasn’t completely sure of my way around.

  “Hey Bud, I gotta go take a hose. Where’s the bathroom in this place?”

  “We’re still working on the downstairs bathroom, so you’ll need to use the one upstairs. Second door on the left.”

  I had to go so fucking bad I didn’t even towel off, just went inside and charged up the stairs, and as soon as I hit the top step I forgot what Bud had told me. Fuck, which door was it? First door on the left?

  I should have knocked. I always knock. The one fucking time in my life I don’t knock, and I got the surprise of my life.

  She was sprawled out on the bed, her body glistening with a mixture of pool water and sweat. She had one hand up underneath her bikini top kneading her breast and plucking at the nipple that was obviously erect and visible through the wet fabric. Her other hand was down below, tucked beneath the skimpy coverage of her bikini bottom, rubbing herself vigorously at that special place where her legs came together. Her legs were spread so fucking wide, and her inner thighs glistened with a sheen that was not just water and sweat, but also that slippery ointment that was coming from inside of her, lubricating her moment of ecstasy.

  She raised her head to look at me, her teeth bucked open as she whimpered and moaned faintly. Her eyes were dreamy with desire. Her body convulsed. She was cumming, and she was cumming hard.

  Something akin to a hurricane wind was blowing me toward her. Pushing me to step through the door, to throw myself on her and claim her for my own then and there. To rip off her bikini bottom like a savage and bury my face in the warm blossom of flesh between her legs. To part her wet lips with my tongue and suckle the thrumming pink rosebud of her young clit. I wanted to plunge my hard cock into her wide open softness and ravage her. I wanted to bathe my cock in the hot, sweet juices seeping out of her. And more than that…