21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  “Ed,” I gasp again, a little more nervously this time. “Ed, what are you doing?”

  “You want to know what I think, Nina?” he says, crawling toward me. It’s funny because he was supposed to call me Annabelle, but he called me Nina instead. But I figure we should just keep rolling with the scene.

  “…I think you did it out of jealousy,” he goes on. “You couldn't stand seeing me fuck other women. You wanted to mess up my marriage and my affair. But if you wanted to fuck me, all you had to do was say the word, little one.”

  Okay wow, he wasn’t kidding about going off the script. He’s adding in all kinds of dirty words, plus he’s delivering the lines super aggressively now. Those goosebumps I had earlier? Oh yeah, they’re back in spades, and this time they are exposed for the whole class to see.

  He leans close to me, clutching my shoulder even more roughly than before.

  “Ed, we shouldn’t.” My voice is trembling, “What if Daddy comes home and finds us?”

  “That’s a chance we’ll just have to take,” he growls.

  Again, he cups my face in his hand and again I press into it softly. But this time he doesn’t just brush his thumb over my lip. This time he slides it into my mouth.

  And I accept it. I suck his thumb, savoring the taste and feel of him inside me.

  “You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Annabelle,” he says. “And you need to be punished.”

  He yanks me toward him hard, and my head just falls back limply as he claims my tender mouth in a hot kiss. This time, it is no stage kiss—this is the real deal. I part my lips for him and his tongue penetrates me, exploring my mouth. I push my tongue forward to say hello.

  While we are kissing like this, the whole world seems to disappear—the class, the stage, the whole dang theater—all of it is gone, absorbed completely by this overwhelming kiss.

  My body responds in ways that are beyond my control. My nipples pebble beneath my bra, and I’m certain they’re visible. Moisture starts to leak between my legs, soaking the crotch of my panties, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m totally in his thrall now, and I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

  Cliff starts to pull back to finish the kiss, but I cup my hand around his neck and hold onto him, keeping it going even longer. Our tongues, meanwhile, have really gotten to know each other, and now they are practically inseparable. His hands move over my body, caressing my hot, bare skin.

  At last, we break the kiss and I gasp like a diver coming up for air. A thread of saliva stretches momentarily between our lips. We take a few seconds to catch our breath, and I’m just about to dive back in for another kiss when I remember I’m not really teenage Annabelle, and I’m not really in my bedroom with Daddy’s scary friend.

  The theater, the stage, the class, it all comes back. I look out at the other acting students in the audience, and they are all staring wide-eyed and gape-mouthed.

  “Sorry,” I say, “Maybe the kiss wasn’t supposed to be quite so big.”

  “No, no,” Cliff says breathlessly, “If that’s what…feels right…for the character, then, you know…”

  He brushes his hair back and takes one last deep breath to regain his composure.

  “Right,” Cliff says, turning back to the students. “So, any thoughts about that rendition?”

  Crickets. Nobody in the theater says a word. My face flushes and my ears burn with embarrassment. I got too carried away. I was so high off the praise and adulation that I got the first time around. Now it’s like the opposite effect. Nobody is saying anything, and I just know it’s because they hated it.

  But then a woman in the second row speaks up.

  “That was hot,” she pants, sounding a bit hot and bothered herself.

  “Yeah,” another person agrees. “That was hot as fuck.”

  The rest of the class starts murmuring in agreement. I can’t believe it. They didn’t hate it at all—they loved it. I look over at Cliff, my sexy acting partner, and he’s beaming at me too. God, he’s so handsome it isn’t even funny.

  “Hey, I have a question though,” some guy pipes up.

  “Yes?” Cliff asks.

  “So, in the script, Ed says to Annabelle, ‘you need to be punished.’ But then he just kisses her. I feel like that doesn’t really make sense, does it?”

  “Hm,” Cliff muses, “Well, that’s how it is in the script, but you may have a point there. Do you have any thoughts about how we could take that in a different direction?”

  “Maybe Ed could whip her!” somebody shouts.

  I put my hand to my mouth and gasp. Whip me? Are they serious? But Cliff just chuckles at the suggestion.

  “Look, it’s not like Ed is a lion tamer, okay? This guy’s not carrying a bullwhip around with him twenty-four seven. Maybe something less extreme would fit better.”

  “Like spanking?” the Instagram girl proposes.

  “Hm…spanking,” Cliff mutters. “Yeah. Yeah, I kinda like that. It really fits the whole, authority figure and bratty girl dynamic. What do you think, Nina?”

  “Spanking?” I pant, still recovering from that insane kiss we just shared. “I…I guess we could try it.”

  “Great,” Cliff says, “Okay, no need to replay the whole scene, Nina. Let’s just pick it up in the middle.”

  Once more, Ed’s shadow suffuses Cliff’s face, and now I realize just what it is that I like about that scary visage—it’s the face of a dominator. It’s the face of an aggressive alpha male who isn’t afraid to discipline a naughty little brat.

  “You’ve been a bad, bad girl,” he says again. “And you need to be punished.”

  He is sitting on the edge of the bed, and he forcefully pulls my body over his knees so that my little tushy is exposed. I give a little yelp of surprise, not expecting him to manhandle me that way.

  “Oh, Ed!” I gasp, trying my best to stay in character. “What are you going to do to me?

  “You tried to blackmail me,” he growls. “I could have you arrested for that, you little brat. But I’d much rather take your punishment into my own hands—quite literally!”

  I hear a sharp smack, and my body jolts with the impact of his big, strong hand. A second later my soft butt cheeks tingle in the shape of his hand where he spanked me.

  “Please, Ed,” I cry, “I promise I’ll be good from now on!”

  His hand comes down again with another sharp smack against my ass, and I cry out.

  “Excuse me,” somebody interrupts from the crowd, “But wouldn’t it be more natural if Ed pulled her panties down to spank her bare ass?”

  “Good point,” Cliff pants, “He wrenches my panties down around my knees, so now my entire bare-naked tushy is on full display for everyone in the theater. I should feel utterly mortified, but instead, I get an incredible buzz from being spanked by this rough older man while a group of people watches.

  I feel like I should try to hide my excitement. My character should not be enjoying this the way I am. But then I think back to what Cliff said about following my impulses. Well, right now my impulses are telling me that Annabelle is absolutely loving having her naughty little ass smacked by her bad disciplinarian.

  “Yes,” I moan, “Spank me harder, Ed. I’ve been such a bad girl!”

  I whine and groan with pleasure as he swats my tushy again and again until my whole backside is tingling and tender.

  “Gosh, look how rosy pink her ass is getting,” someone murmurs in the audience.

  “Yeah, it’s so believable. This is some really incredible acting.”

  Finally, Cliff stops spanking me. He is gasping and panting with exertion. He manhandles me again, pulling my body off his lap and flinging me back onto the bed, where I bounce limply.

  My panties are pulled down enough that the little tuft of trimmed fur at my crotch is peeking out. I can’t believe how exposed I am now, but it feels so good to have all of these eyes on me, enjoying my nearly naked body.

  Just to think, all
this time I closed myself off, and this is what I was missing. But now that I’ve taken the plunge, my inner exhibitionist is out and hungry for more.

  Cliff—or is it Ed still—rises and stands over me as I lie half-naked on the bed, gazing up at him with longing in my eyes.

  “Um, Cliff?” A woman in the front of the class asks nervously, “Sorry to interrupt, but I have a question?”

  “Of course,” Cliff answers, going straight back into teacher mode. “Feel free to jump in at any point with questions. This exercise is all about learning and exploring

  “Okay,” the woman says, breathing a sigh of relief. “Well, I couldn’t help noticing that you have a pretty big erection right now. The thing is, I just checked the script and I didn’t see anything about an erection in there. I know that the spanking was improvisational. Are you kind of going off-script for the erection part too?”

  Cliff chuckles.

  “The script is like a framework for the scene, but it doesn’t include all of the details. Just because something isn’t written down, that doesn’t mean you can’t make it part of the scene. Those are the decisions you have to make as actors and actresses.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see the woman nod—but my attention is focused on the enormous bulge jutting out of Cliff’s pants.

  “I see,” the woman continues. “But how do you know to make those decisions, Cliff?”

  “Well, a big part of it is just reacting to the other actor. In this case, I’m standing here looking at this sexy young girl lying on the bed in front of me. She has her soft, supple flesh on display, and she’s looking up at me with the most incredible ‘fuck me, Daddy’ eyes…

  Listening to Cliff describe me like that sets my tummy all aflutter. I mean, I know he’s just talking about the characters of course, but I can’t help imagining that he’s praising me, and it feels really good.

  “…Plus, I just spanked the stuffing out of her luscious little tushy. So, under those circumstances, it seems natural for my character to have a pretty big hard-on, wouldn’t you say?”

  The crowd all nod and murmur in agreement. Cliff is such a good teacher, and he has such a knack for making complicated ideas seem so simple.

  “Okay,” he says turning back to me. “Let’s pick up where we left off, Nina.”

  His features darken again as he gets back into character—Ed. The bad man. Daddy’s best friend.

  “Now, are you ready to start being a good girl?” he asks, his voice all deep and rumbly.

  “Mm-hm,” I whine needily.

  I can feel myself totally getting back into character now. It’s like the stage and the audience disappear once again, and I really am alone with Daddy’s friend in my bedroom. My nipples have hardened into stiff peaks, and my pussy is throbbing and soaking through the crotch of my panties with wetness.

  I think of what Cliff just said about making decisions and reacting to the other actor. Well, right now that huge erection straining to get out of his jeans is stirring up all kinds of feelings inside me—feelings I want to explore.

  Leaning forward on the edge of the mattress, I brush my lips softly over his bulge. The shape of his round cockhead is clearly visible through the tight denim. Ever so lightly, I run my teeth over it, giving it the softest little bite.

  Cliff groans and clutches a big fistful of my hair.

  “I’m definitely not seeing any of this in the script,” the same woman chimes in again.

  “That doesn’t matter,” Cliff says gruffly. His voice is raw and shaky now, and he seems slightly annoyed by the comment. “It’s important as an actor to really explore what the characters are feeling and what they want.”

  His dark eyes burn into me as I gaze up at him.

  “So, what are you feeling now?” he asks. “What do you feel you want or need?”

  “Do you mean the character?” I ask

  “Yes, right,” Cliff chokes, “I mean the character.”

  “Hm.” I think about it for a moment. “Well, I think at this point the character just really wants to cross the line with her Daddy’s friend.”

  “And how could she cross that line?” Cliff asks.

  “Well…” I’m too nervous to say it out loud.

  “Does she want to suck Daddy’s friend’s cock?”

  I nod.

  “Yeah,” I whisper, “but we can’t do that on stage…can we?”

  “Of course we can,” Cliff says. His voice his husky and raspy. “This is all about artistic expression. You should feel free to experiment however you want.”

  Cliff guides my hands to his crotch, and my fingers start hungrily fumbling with his belt buckle. I wish I could say that it was the character of Annabelle taking over, but that would only be half true. Really I just want to get a good look at that enormous cock of his, and I want it right fucking now.

  Cliff helps me with the buckle, and I undo his button and fly. Then together we slide his jeans down his thick, muscular thighs.

  There are dozens of amazed gasps in the theater as his huge pole swings into view. I gasp too.

  His cock is long and thick and ribbed with winding veins. As I sit there staring at it with my mouth agape, I can see it ticking slightly with his pulse.

  “Well, what are you waiting for?” Cliff, asks, cupping his hand around my head and guiding me towards his throbbing erection.

  First I plant a soft kiss right on his tip, and I taste the salty pre-cum that is already leaking out of him. I lick his shaft from the root to the head. I stroke him in my hand, enjoying the tight, smooth texture of his skin. I love the way that his silky skin shifts over the rock hard inner core of his erection.

  I need to get this whole thing down my throat.

  But I’ve never had a penis in my mouth. In fact, I’ve never even touched one before now. I’ll have to take it slow, an inch at a time.

  First I suck the plump helmet of his cockhead, swirling my tongue over it while it’s inside my mouth. More pre-cum oozes out, and I lap it up, savoring the salty flavor of my man.

  “Oh fuck, baby,” he groans as I suck him deeper. “Your perfect little mouth feels so good.”

  I would squeal with excitement if it weren’t for the fact that my mouth is completely stuffed with Cliff’s thick cock at the moment. Already it feels like more than I can handle, but I keep working my way farther down his shaft, coming up every now and then to gulp a lungful of air before diving back in for more.

  “That looks amazing,” somebody says in the audience, “Look how much he’s enjoying it.”

  “I think that’s just acting,” someone else says. “Cliff’s a really talented thespian, you know.”

  But I know it’s not acting. I can feel the way that Cliff is reacting to every touch of my lips and tongue. The way he twitches when I lick the sensitive little V at the base of his head. The way his legs are tensing up as I suck him harder and deeper.

  God, his thick, warm cock feels so good sliding in and out of my mouth.

  “Shit, babydoll,” he groans softly. “If you’re not careful, I’m gonna explode right in that sweet little mouth.”

  That’s all the cue I need. Right now my character’s motivation is to get this entire stiff dick in my face, and I’m not going to stop until I feel his cockhead massaging my throat.

  I’m making loud, uncontrollable slurping sounds as I bob my head on him. It’s now or never. I try to relax my throat to keep from gagging, and I slide my head forward until my lips are wrapped around the base of his shaft, and his short, trimmed pubic hair is tickling the tip of my nose. My eyes are watering as I try not to gag.

  “She’s actually deep-throating him!” someone exclaims.

  “Holy shit, that’s amazing!” somebody else chimes in.

  Cliff clutches my hair in tight fistfuls and lets out a long, low groan. I feel a pulse shoot up the length of his shaft, and suddenly my mouth is flooded with gouts of his hot cream.

  I swallow as much as I can, but it’s too mu
ch for me, and I need to come up for air. I slurp my lips off his cock as he continues pulsing, shooting even more of his hot cum onto my lips and breasts.

  “Good girl,” he grunts as he rubs his tip over my lower lip. “Good little girl.”

  I lick him clean in front of the entire class as they watch breathlessly. You could hear a pin drop in the theater, and I know that they are totally enraptured by our performance.

  The Instagram girl raises her hand in the front row.

  “Cliff, can I suck your cock next?” she begs.

  “Sorry, not now,” he rasps, his eyes raking hungrily over my body as I fall back onto the mattress. “We’re still not done with this scene.”

  I hear someone else in the crowd tell the Instagram girl that they would be happy to rehearse the scene with her later if she’d like.

  But I’m only distracted by that for a moment because now Cliff is all over me. His big, rough, masculine hands are running all over my body.

  “You made me feel really good, little one,” he breathes as he shucks off his shirt. “Now I’m going to make you feel good too. First, let’s get you out of these clothes.”

  He’s not gentle with me. I cry out as he rips my bra open, and my tits come jiggling out. He sucks them mercilessly, making the hard, sensitive peaks of my nipples swell with arousal.

  He kisses a dotted line of wet kisses down my belly. When he reaches my panties, he roughly forces my legs apart before burying his face against my crotch. He is kissing and licking me through the thin layer of fabric, making even more of a wet mess down there. His fingertips stroke my wet slit through the soaked cotton, making me moan with desire.

  “Oh Cliff, I need you so badly,” I whine. “Oops! Ed, I mean! I need you Ed!”

  He growls as he tears my panties off of me and plants his face between my thighs again. Now there’s nothing between those soft, sweet lips and my aching, yearning pussy. He licks me lustily, and the tip of his tongue separates my wet folds and teases the tender ring of my opening.

  “Let’s see what you feel like inside, little one.”

  He pushes one finger inside, testing me. I’m so dripping wet with desire that it glides in easily, so he adds two more.