Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  Dirty Forbidden Collection of 150 Taboo Sexy Hot Tales for Adults

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  Created by Amira Bradford

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  The Filthiest Erotic Collection of 150 Sex Short Hot Stories

  Hannah

  Hannah Gratz awoke to see her roommate Tiffany Fitzgerald masturbating on her twin bed only a few feet from Hannah's own. Tiffany was eighteen, the same age Hannah was, and her nude body glistened with sweat as she writhed sensuously back and forth on top of her flowered Victorian comforter. Tiffany's left hand caressed her huge breasts, the nipples already as hard as diamonds by this point, while her right hand lightly tickled her swollen outer lips until they opened like a flower, revealing the damp crimson inner labia within. As she watched Tiffany play with herself, Hannah noted with a sudden jolt of horniness that Tiffany was definitely a natural redhead.

  Hannah glanced down at her own body. Her curly hair was mouse-brown, and her breasts were so small she could barely see them beneath her white cotton nightgown, but Hannah's nipples were already as hard as Tiffany's. They poked against her nightgown like two little buttons, just waiting to be pushed. Because she always masturbated at least once a night, Hannah never wore panties to bed. In fact, Hannah thought her best feature was definitely her pubic hair—it was black as midnight and soft as a kitten's fur—but no one but herself had ever touched her best feature.

  As Tiffany slipped her middle finger inside her pussy and used just the tip of her index finger to tease her clit, Hannah thought about Sylaire Blackwood, the girl who was the subject of Hannah's own silent masturbation sessions. Rumored to be descended on her mother's side from French aristocracy, Sylaire was by far the most popular girl at South Harbor Academy, one of the premiere girls' boarding schools on the East Coast. Sylaire's long golden hair and ice-blue eyes made her look like a fairy-tale princess, assuming a princess could reduce her victims to quivering mounds of lust with just a few quick licks of her long pink tongue.

  Although all three girls were seniors at South Harbor, Sylaire was a year older than Hannah and Tiffany. Sylaire had been expelled for a year after the headmistress caught her giving her history teacher a slow, cockteasing blowjob in the faculty restroom. When the headmistress had demanded that Sylaire grant her the same favor right there on the spot, Sylaire had brought her right to the edge with her lips and tongue, then just got up and left, leaving the poor headmistress so horny she'd had no choice but to make herself come right there on the toilet. At any rate, Sylaire was back, and her year abroad in Europe had only made her an even more vicious tease than ever.

  As Hannah's hand slipped inside her nightgown to rub her nipples, she imagined herself kneeling in front of Sylaire. Sylaire would be standing naked with her legs spread and a look of icy disdain on her beautiful face. Hannah would lick Sylaire's pussy, shyly at first, then faster and faster as Sylaire got wetter and wetter. Finally, Sylaire would come, grinding her soaking-wet pussy all over Hannah's face. Then Sylaire would pull Hannah to her feet and kiss her tenderly, and Hannah's life would be complete.

  Hannah had just hiked her nightgown above her waist and begun diddling her sensitive little clit when Tiffany shrieked as she came. "Go, Tiff!" Shelly Harmon shouted from somewhere down the hall. Shelly had been the biggest homophobe on campus until Sylaire tied her down and proved that she'd beg for anything, even another girl's tongue, if it meant a chance to come after hours of torment. Since the dorm was restricted to eighteen year-olds, Shelly's torture session took place right out in the commons room, and all the other girls—even meek little Hannah—took turns masturbating right in front of Shelly's face while Sylaire teased her mercilessly with a remote-controlled butterfly vibrator.

  Still completely nude, Tiffany rolled over to go to sleep, her hand clutched tightly between her legs. Hannah smiled, secure in the knowledge that she could really work on making herself come without worrying that Tiffany might catch her. Hannah knew the other girls would tease and torment her relentlessly if they knew she played with herself, so she kept herself shielded behind her good girl image. Some good girl, Hannah thought with a laugh as her fingers strummed furiously across her clit and a drop of wetness slid slowly down her inner thigh.

  Hannah was like a guy in some ways, and one of those ways was that she could make herself come really quickly if she set her mind to it. She was way too horny tonight to bother with teasing herself the way she sometimes did. Biting down on her tongue to keep from screaming in ecstasy like Tiffany had, Hannah came fast and hard as thoughts of Tiffany's tongue licking her wet pussy raced through her head. Her fingers were soaked by the time she stopped rubbing herself.

  "Having fun again, Hannah?" Tiffany asked softly just as Hannah's pussy finally stopped throbbing. Hannah froze, hoping against hope that Tiffany hadn't seen everything.

  Tiffany stood up, her gloriously naked body still turning Hannah on even though she'd just come even harder than usual, and crouched beside Hannah's bed. "Don't worry," Tiffany breathed. "I know you do it every night, and I always come just from rubbing my thighs together while I watch you. But tonight I put on a whole show just for you, and you still didn't join in!" Tiffany pouted, licking her lips lasciviously. Her hand pushed Hannah's nightgown back up and cupped her exposed mound. Before Hannah could say anything, Tiffany slid two fingers smoothly inside Hannah's pussy. Swiftly and surely, Tiffany's fingers found Hannah's G-spot and led her down the slippery slope toward yet another orgasm.

  Hannah bucked against Tiffany's hand as Tiffany fingered her faster and faster. Just as Hannah was about to come, Tiffany yanked her fingers away. Hannah stared blankly at her, not sure what had just happened, and instinctively lowered her hand to her crotch to finish herself off.

  "Don't!" Tiffany warned sternly, catching Hannah's hand in a viselike grip before it could make contact with her desperate pussy. "I'll make you a deal, Hannah. If you can hold off from coming all night, I'll make you come harder than you ever have in your life, I promise. I'll take you to the special bathroom tomorrow morning, you know, the one where all the girls go when they get horny and they're too shy to play with themselves right in class?" Tiffany chuckled fondly. "Of course you know, you're like the queen masturbator of South Harbor." Hannah blushed.

  Tiffany lowered her head and kissed Hannah lightly on the lips, then continued telling Hannah exactly what she was going to do to her tomorrow morning. "Once I get you in the bathroom, I'm going to pin you against the wall, stick my hand up your skirt and make you come right through your favorite blue cotton panties. And this time everyone will hear you, believe me." Tiffany climbed into bed with Hannah and snuggled up next to her. "Then once you're satisfied—and I'll make sure you're satisfied at least three times, if you know what I mean—I'll take those nice wet panties and show them to all the girls in school, so they know you're mine and only mine." Tiffany paused. "And I'm yours," she added quietly, but Hannah heard her loud and clear.

  "Is that okay?" Tiffany asked almost shyly when Hannah didn't say anything.

  "Of course it's okay," Hannah assured Tiffany as she squeezed her hand. Sylaire's face was already receding from Hannah's mind like a distantly-remembered dream as she admired her new girlfriend. Tiffany pillowed her head against Hannah's breasts, and in a few minutes she was asleep for real this time.

  It occurred to Hannah, who had masturbated for years in near-total silence, that she could probably finger herself to one more orgasm without Tiffany ever knowing. Hannah considered this tempting possibility, then shook her head firmly. Not disappointing Tiffany was more important than satisfying her immediate physical needs. With a contented sigh, Hannah closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, dre
aming of what would happen in the bathroom the next morning.

  The End.

  Our Time

  It starts with a kiss. Wait...that's not quite right. Let me back up, because it actually starts earlier than that.

  It starts with a look across the room. I can see it in your eyes, just as you can see it in mine. "I can't believe you're actually here." We rush to each other, meeting in the middle for an embrace, my arms instinctively holding you close to me, leaning my head down and smelling your hair. I can feel you hugging me hard, afraid to let go, afraid I may disappear in a puff of smoke. You look up at me with hope-filled, tearful eyes. I look at your face and am overwhelmed by my emotions for you. I let my hands slide up your neck, taking your face in both of them and pulling you close. No words are spoken between us; none need to be. I brush my lips against yours ever so briefly, feeling the electricity between us grow with each passing moment. My thumb strokes your cheek as I lean in again; kissing you gently and feeling your lips part ever so slightly. Tasting you, tasting your desire spurs me on, and I open my mouth and graze the outside of your lips with my tongue. I feel you grin with pleasure and lust as you open your mouth wider, caressing my tongue with yours. For a moment we are lost there in the moment, hungrily exploring each other, our tongues dancing together. I hear you let loose a soft sigh and relax your body into mine as you feel my flesh begin to stir at the sensation of the kiss. I press myself against you, our kiss becoming less soft and romantic into something more...primal. The sounds of soft sighs being replaced by grunts as our mouths open wide, hungry for each other and frantically eager for what must come next.

  One of my hands drops from your face, drifting down your neck, and across your breast on it's way to the small of your back to pull your body closer. The reaction I get is intense. Still standing, you begin to part your legs almost involuntarily as you reach up my shirt and run your fingernails down my back. A soft sigh escapes my lips at the sensation. I break our kiss to run my lips from your ear down your neck, finally resting on your collarbone, and planting a long kiss there like a punctuation mark. I am trying to do what I always do, to control the situation, but I have no control here. I am...lost. There are no thoughts of seduction, just the need, and the hunger. I continue to kiss your neck as my hands begin to unbutton your shirt. I pause only occasionally to give each breast a soft caress, ending in a pinch at the tip. The word "Yesssss...." barely slips past your lips as your hands and fingernails go lower, past my belt line, grabbing my ass and pulling me to you. My cock jumps at the sensation of being pressed against you from both sides. For a moment we rock back and forth like this, oblivious to the rest of the world. I finally manage to free your shirt and my mouth begins to drift lower. My lips and tongue and teeth make their way across your breasts. I open my mouth wide to take in a nipple and circle my tongue around it gently. Then, just as you begin to adjust, I suck the nipple deeper into my mouth and press my teeth together, biting you and flicking my tongue over the tip at the same time. The sound of a guttural moan fills the room, neither of us aware whom it came from. You begin to pull my shirt up, wanting, no....needing to feel your bare skin on mine. I break my assault from your chest for a moment to let the fabric slip over my face, and hear a whimper from you at the loss of the sensation of my mouth on you.

  With us both shirtless, I kneel, sliding my chest down yours, reveling in the feeling of my nipples brushing over your skin. Your hands move from my ass up my back and neck up to my head, your fingertips tracing lines in the stubble on my scalp. I nuzzle and begin to kiss your other breast, my hands running up and down your legs. My fingertips clutch at the top hem of your shorts, tugging ever so gently as you hold me close to your chest. I manage to slide your shorts down to your ankles, and the scent of your arousal fills the area. I run my fingers back up through your inner thighs, and run one finger up your pussy ever so lightly. I hear you actually moan aloud at my touch and sway, dizzy at the sensation. My mouth still on your breasts, I place my left hand open palmed on your ass to help stabilize you as my right hands moves for another pass at your inner legs. My fingertips run a circle along your lips, pausing at the top of the arc to place the barest of pressures on your clit. I can feel how wet you are, how much you want this. My fingers moist from touching the outside of your lips, I hesitate at the slightly parted opening.

  "Please...." I hear you half-sigh, half-moan, as I plunge one finger into your steaming pussy. You shake and grip my digit tightly, as my teeth bite one nipple hard. You begin to grunt, your hips moving against me as I finger fuck your sweet hole. You lean down and kiss me so hard our teeth make a soft but audible "clack" together, our mouths hungry and needing each other. I extend another finger into you, picking up the pace to match the rhythm of your moans. From the slickness of your sex and the salty smell in the air, I can tell you are close. I break our kiss and nuzzle my way down your belly, my tongue flicking out over your clit as my fingers work their way in and out of you faster, creating heat from the friction. Plunging them in deep I move closer, my mouth sucking your clit into it, my tongue rocking it back and forth just beyond my lips as your moans grow louder. One of your hands leans on a nearby table for support; the other grabs my head and pushes me close, my nose grinding against your pelvic bone as your body prepares for what's coming. I start to suck your clit harder and extend a third finger to push you over the edge. The wet sounds of my fingers sloshing in and out of you grow louder as your hips buck; your moans turn into a long soundless scream, your mouth open wide, caught in the apex of pleasure. In one movement, I withdraw my fingers and extend my tongue deep to take their place, tasting your orgasm. You begin to come down, your hips shaking and your pussy twitching on my tongue.

  "Fuck, that was amazing," you tell me as you put your hands on my face, much like I did for you earlier, intent on leaning down for a kiss. I straighten from my crouched position and lean up to meet you halfway. Our tongues swirl together, tasting your sweet juices from just a moment before and my body shudders at the memory. You take my hands as we kiss deeply, and I begin to stand, thinking you want to help me rise. Instead, while I am carefully balancing between half-kneeling and half-standing, you take advantage of the situation and push me flat on my back. With the wind knocked out of me, I barely have time to register what has happened before you are hovering above me, on your hands and knees, a wicked grin on your face. You lean down and give me the softest of kisses, just before opening your mouth and biting my lower lip. You move on to kiss and then bite my ear, my neck, my shoulder, letting me feel your warm breath before planting each bite. I am so lost in the sensations I don't notice you undoing my belt, and tugging at the waistline of my jeans, eager to be rid of them. I raise my ass off the floor and help get them down to the point I can kick them across the room, liberated.

  Both completely naked now, the next few moments are spent exploring. Our bodies are rubbing together, our hands caressing and marveling at the softness of skin. I actually let loose a moan that startles even me when you shift to one side and lift your leg, rubbing the underside of my throbbing member. I am so completely hard now, I don't remember the last time I was ever this aroused. You give me a wicked grin as you lean your head down, kissing at my nipples while your fingertips trace up and down my full length. You hesitate at the top; teasing me and making me moan "Yesssss...." before caressing the head and giving it a gentle pinch. A bit of pre-cum leaks onto your finger, evidence of my complete and utter arousal. You your fingers up to your mouth, and look me in the eye with that same grin as you give each finger a lick. You begin to kiss down my chest, hovering above me and letting your breasts rest on my aching cock. You sway them back and forth over it, and just when you have me squirming you lean a bit lower and give the head a kiss, and a gentle nibble as it swells to maximum capacity. You nuzzle lower, your tongue flicking out here and there, tasting my skin, my muskiness. In one motion, you run your tongue from the base of my shaft all the way to the head, and take all of me into y
our mouth, down your throat and hold me there. It's all I can do to not burst right at that moment, and you hear "Ohhhhhhh..." as I attempt to hold back the dam. You look up at me through my wide-open legs, and begin to pull your head back, your tongue wrapping around the underside of my shaft and head. Your hands move lower, gripping my testicles and holding them close to me while your head starts to move back and forth. Each time, taking me to the back of your throat and then hanging there for a moment. Giving me a low hum, letting the head of my cock feel the vibrations in your throat for just a moment before you pull back and flick your tongue up and across my head.

  "Oh, fuck...I'm..." I start to say between moans, expecting you to stop or slow down. Instead, you go faster, tightening your jaw around my hardness, your teeth scraping the underside of my shaft. Your hands massaging my tightening balls, pressing against my taint, I can no longer hold back. The pressure rises deep within me as my moan rises and my ass lifts off the floor as I empty myself into your mouth. My cock jumping, spurting into you as you take me deep into your throat, swallowing my entire load.

  You smile a wicked smile of satisfaction as you crawl back up my body and kiss me deeply, letting me taste my own orgasm. The kiss this time is just as deep and passionate, but less frantic. More a relief of a kiss, our bodies and mouths more relaxed. You climb on top of me straddling my hips and continue the kiss, your hands on my face, and my hands on your back. Our tongues massaging each other, our bodies pressed together, you can feel my cock stirring again as I can feel your wetness pressed against me. Before long our bodies are involuntarily pushing together, both of our organs seeking equal release. You begin to slide your wet pussy lips along the length of my hardening cock, both of us shuddering at the feeling. With each pass, it seems my cock starts to throb more and more, your sex literally soaking both of us with desire. You slide all the way against me to the tip, my head pressed against your clit, and gasp, as I am poised at your opening. Your lips part wide, my cock aching to enter. You look into my eyes as I look deep into yours. We both know this is the point of no return, and neither of us take it lightly.