Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  He tuned up the AC unit to the highest so as to get rid of the sweat from his face. By the time his secretary returned to his desk fifteen minutes later he was back to his former unexcited self and back at work. Though he stayed for just another hour as he'd told his wife he would, before switching off his office computer and straightening back his shirt before wearing on his jacket. He told his secretary a lie about not feeling too good, and that he was going to take the rest of the day off. He hurried out of the office before anyone, most especially his boss, would want to come over to check on him.

  Down the elevator he rode to the bottom garage where his Sedan was just as faithfully waiting for him. It was his wife's car -- he'd opted for her to take his BMW to work while he took hers for anonymity purposes. A minute later he'd driven out of the company's gates and rode up Scarsdale Avenue, before taking a right turn. He wasn't heading for home, at least not yet.

  He drove out into the city's major highway, heading towards its outskirts where houses ended and gave way to untouched landscape. Elliot knew very well where he was heading to as he drove off the highway and found a dirt road which led him into a bushy farmland. He had spotted it once when he had nothing better to do than take a lazy drive around the city, and not finding anyone around, he liked the place instantly as a very much discreet zone. He parked the Sedan and got out, went to its boot and took out a knapsack bag from within. He opened the bag and took out the female clothes Myra had long packed for him the previous night as part of their role-playing game: he and Josh were to dress in their clothes while the women -- Myra and daughter, Cathy -- were to wear theirs.

  Elliot first did a quick survey of the bushy area, wanting to make absolutely sure that he was alone, as he figured he couldn't be the only one in the city who's used the place for a rest stop. Satisfied that he was alone, he set down to work first by taking off his jacket, followed by his pants and shirt, and then his boxer shorts, stockings and shoes, all of which he folded in the Sedan's backseat, before taking out first a pair of his wife's pink panties. He wore on the nylon stockings she'd left for him, then the bra, though it felt rather inconveniencing on his chest, but eventually he figured he would manage it just fine. Myra had visited a shop the previous week and bought herself a skirt similar to one she already has, although this one carried his exact waistline measurements, which he wore on next, followed by her blouse. A pair of low-heeled shoes was inside as well, and they were the exact size as his feet (she'd as well bought one with his shoe size in mind). There was a blonde wig resting in the bag -- the final apparel -- along with a makeup kit. She had shown him how to apply the lipstick along with the mascara and eye pencils. All these he did while looking at his face with the aid of the rear-view mirror. All in all, it took him about an hour to finish transforming himself into a near image of a woman.

  He took a while still checking himself out in the mirror, nearly falling in love with the image his eyes were seeing. He practised walking in the clothes, forcing himself to be comfortable in them. Though the shoes were kind of tough, he reasoned it was only for a short while, at least until he got home. When he felt satisfied with his new makeover, he threw his clothes along with the makeup kit into the knapsack before jumping back into the Sedan. He started the engine and then drove out back onto the highway, this time his destination was home.

  He was in traffic when his phone started ringing -- it was Josh calling. He told him that he and Cathy were right now at home expecting him. Elliot replied that he would be there within the next twenty minutes. Cathy took the phone from her brother and said to him to hurry up, that Mom's pussy was waiting and so was hers. Elliot had to tighten his grip on the steering wheel as his cock shot itself to standing at attention through the ladies undergarments he was putting on. There was serious traffic while he drove for home. In a car stuck in the second lane right next to his, the middle-aged man who was behind the wheel winked at him and then blew him a kiss. Elliot felt emboldened and self-assured that the man didn't mistake him for who he really was, and in response, he flashed his eyes at the man and waved at him as the traffic began to ease along.

  He got home just in time as it was almost early evening already. He honked his horn twice as he entered into the driveway and parked his car behind his BMW. His wife was standing by the open doorway waiting for him. She was wearing one of his shirt and his favourite pair of shorts, trying to give the appearance of being the man of the house.

  "Get in here, bitch!" she snapped at him with the sharp tone of a Marine drill sergeant and slapped his behind as he went past her into the living room.

  Josh and Cathy were there too, though just like him, his son was as well dressed in his sister's outfit while she was putting on his jeans and Metallica t-shirt, and at the moment he was leaning over the couch holding up his skirt, giving everybody a view of his panties-clad ass, while his sister was smacking a palm against his butt.

  "This will teach you to be a good bitch when I need you to be!" Cathy said to him while at the same time administering slaps to his butt. Josh moaned each time she slapped him, and Elliot wasn't surprised to note his son's erect cock. Myra noticed his erection too as well as the hungry look that gleamed in her husband's eyes.

  "You want a taste of his cock, don't you, you silly bitch?"

  "Oh yes, yes, I very much do," Elliot licked his lips.

  "Well then go over there and show me just how good a cock-sucker you are then." She pushed him down to his knees and made him crawl towards the couch to fix his head between his son's legs.

  Josh looked down and saw his father's face under his crotch. He pushed down his panties to let out his cock. Elliot kissed the head of his son's cock, got a taste of pre-cum oozing out of it and liking it, before stretching his head to take in more of his shaft.

  "Yeah," Myra sneered down at him. "Go on and suck that cock, you big bitch. Suck your son's cock good." She slid her feet between the under of his skirt to feel her husband's throbbing erection pleading to jump out of his panties. "I bet you love this dress I gave you? I'll bet you enjoy walking in my lacy stockings don't you?"

  Elliot mumbled an answer him his mouth was still enclosed around his son's cock; he was loving every minute of it even as he reached his hand into his son's panties to tug at his balls. This furthered more excitement on Josh, forcing him to utter a throaty gasp.

  "Tell me Cathy, how was Josh feeling when you wore him your clothes?"

  She giggled. "Oh he was just as happy as a stupid bitch that he is, mom. My girlfriends hardly even recognised him as we walked back from school. Though he fretted when we rode the bus, and that's why I had to punish him for it."

  Myra laughed. "Maybe next time, we'll dress them both up as hookers and go drop them in a gay bar." She turned to sneer at her hubby. "How about that, bitches? Would the two of you like for us to do that someday -- dress you two up as sluts and then leave you out to get picked up? Answer me, both of you!"

  Elliot took his mouth off his son's erection and both of them answered in near tandem: "Oh yes, we'd love that very much!"

  "Good. We're going to have to set that up for our next Role-Play Day. What do you think, Cathy?"

  "Sounds sweet!" she grinned impishly. "I'd really like to see Josh getting fucked. His pussy has been getting quite sore, I know."

  She gave her brother's ass another slap, making him howl with delight. The soreness of his ass was intermixed with the pleasure he was getting from my dad's mouth.

  While mother and daughter conversed and laughed, Elliot went back to sucking his son's cock. Josh held his dad's head and jerked his hips back and forth, heading him with the length of his shaft. A surreal wave of ecstasy coursed through his veins, coupled with his mounting groans. Elliot sensed his son was soon going to cum, and thus speeded his sucking. Josh by now was breathing heavily as he then pulled his cock from his dad's mouth and jerked his load of cum into his Elliot's gaping mouth. When he was done, he slid down on the couch, and at that moment, his sister
grasped his cock as it was her turn to pounce on him. Myra leaned towards her husband and shared a deep, lingering kiss with him, licking her tongue around his lips so as to get a wanting taste too of her son's precious seed. Though she was always jealous whenever he fed his semen to either his father or sister and saving her to take up the dregs, still it was a gift for the family.

  Feeling satiated, the four of them retired to the master bedroom, with the women pulled their men via their cocks as if they were a pair of house slaves, which at the moment they virtually were.

  In the bedroom, the women stripped the men of their clothes, save for their lacy stockings, though in Josh's case included a garter belt. Myra and Cathy climbed up on the bed and began rubbing their pussies; the men stood there gaping at both lovely women with their cocks nodding their reptile-like heads. Each man was thinking just the same thing -- wishing to grab hold of their shaft and start stroking. The women too could sense this.

  "No touching your cocks, you bitches!" Myra commanded them.

  Thus each man remained at attention by the edge of the bed and watched as the women took out their individual dildos and began fucking themselves with it. The room echoed the lovely sound of their moans; father and son could do nothing but watch in miserable silence. Mother and daughter turned their heads and shared a passionate kiss whilst their hands kept up the momentum of the self-screwing. It wasn't long before they both achieved orgasm. Myra waited till she'd recovered before signalling the men over to clean them both up.

  "Get to work, boys," she held her legs apart, displaying the richness of her wet, dripping cunt. "You know what to do, so hop to it!"

  It was the opportunity father and son had both been waiting for and neither of them wasted any second jumping onto the bed and attacking mother and daughter with their lips and tongue. In no time, the women's moans were matching each other as the men slurped their gushing juice. Josh finger-fucked his sister's pussy while sucking on her clit, sending shards of ecstatic daggers up her body.

  "Uhhh-Ohhh yeah," Cathy pinched her nipples, moaning at the same time while rotating her hips under her brother's questing mouth. "Ohhh Josh, you're so good with your tongue!"

  Her words sounded dreamy; Josh felt invigorated by it to probe her pussy even further.

  Myra too was exploding with pleasure from Elliot's tongue. "Oh yes, yes ... Oh God, you're my favourite bitch!" she writhed and fanned her head left and right, caught in the impounding hotness of ecstasy. Elliot was having as much fun with her as he knew she too was getting.

  Her hands grasped her husband's head and continued pressing him down there even as she uttered a high shriek that announced her cumming. Cathy too had hers less than a minute afterwards. Father and son then came up the bed and offered both women their cock to suck on. The women did just that with relish. Myra started first with her husband's sagging balls, cupping them one by one in her mouth and then holding his shaft upright so as to dig her tongue underneath. This never failed to excite her husband. Josh on the other hand was getting a mouthful from his sis. He jerked his hips forward for her to get as much deep-throating of him she could manage. Afterwards the men then switched places and Josh went to be with Myra while Elliot came over to crouch between his daughter's open legs; it was about time for the main event to commence.

  "Well, what're you waiting for, bitch!" said Myra to her boy. "You going to stick that prick of yours in me, or do you wanna wait for a whistle?"

  The whistle had long already blasted off in Josh's head and he replied: "No way, ma'am," and with his cock in his hand, pressed its head through the velvet entrance of his mom's wetness.

  Myra gave a muttered gasp as she felt her hole being plugged by her loving son's cock -- Oh, how nice it truly felt, she thought to herself as she held her legs up to give him better position. Josh took control from then one, holding down his mom's thighs, he thrust his cock as hard and as deep as he could, making both of them jump. Myra felt the impact of his cock deep in her womb and further beyond.

  "Yeeoooowww!" she screamed out and her eyes flew wide open as her body writhed under him. "OHH SHIT! OHHH FUCK ME! FUCK ME YOU DIRTY-ASS BITCH!"

  Josh leaned forward, grunting like a stampeding bull as he went on pounding his mom's twat as hard as he could. Myra's hands grasped his ass, urging him to feed her more with his cock. She always got a rush whenever he fucked her harder, and not once had he ever been a disappoint. Sweat dropped from his face and landed on her breasts. He reached his arms under her back and raised her up from the bed. His arm muscles stood out as he fell on his back, taking his mom along. His cock made a 'pop' sound as it slipped out of her cunt. Myra reached between her legs for it and once again introduced it back inside her as now she began riding him relentlessly.

  Elliot too had been fucking his daughter while she rested on her back, but soon made himself stop as this position usually made him cum early. Cathy turned to be on her elbows and knees, giving him a view of her lovely teenaged round ass. Such an unblemished ass it was, he smiled to himself as he came forward and plugged her pussy with his seven-inch pounder. Cathy groaned from having his cock slam back and forth into her cunt, though she as well pushed her ass back at him. Elliot grunted as he felt her pussy muscles give his cock a terrific squeeze.

  The bedsprings under then shook and squeaked from their fucking; the room now carried the sounds of their moans and grunts, along with their bodies slamming back at each other.

  Father and son once again changed women. Josh lay on his back while Cathy straddled him while Myra came from the other side of the bed and first sucked the juice off from her husband's cock before getting down on her arms and knees for him. Elliot gazed lovingly at the sight of her cum that now coated the entrance of her pussy. He fell to his knees, held her ass cheeks wide apart and licked off her juices before standing back to his feet and giving her a taste of his cock. Myra leaned forward to suck on her son's balls while Cathy kept on bouncing on him. Josh held his sister forward to lean over him and grasped her ass cheeks and went on firing his shaft as harder and faster inside her.

  Cathy screamed for him not to stop, and suddenly her body tensed up and she climaxed all over him. Josh sensed that he too was about to cum, and just when his cumming was at a hair-trigger, he pulled his shaft from under his sister's twat and grunted repeatedly as he sprayed the back of her ass with his second load of semen; Cathy involuntarily collapsed on top of him. Myra reached for his cock and popped it into her mouth, swallowing the remainder of his load. She as well couldn't hold back her own excitement from the pounding she was receiving from her husband, as hers too was building like a rocket about to explode. She reached a hand between her legs and rubbed herself, her groans becoming louder as amazingly she climaxed for the third time in the evening. Elliot reached his a couple of seconds after hers, filling her womb with his burden of sperm. He crumbled beside her on the bed; Cathy turned her mother around and licked his cum out of her.

  "Damn," Josh muttered, still lying on his back. "I'm never going to sleep again."

  But they all did, twenty minutes later with their arms tangled across each other's. Neither of them came awake for a long time.

  The End.

  Must be the Weather

  Jennifer sat at the bar and stared at her drink longingly. it wasn't technically a drink anymore, just an empty glass, but right now she would love for it to be full. But she had a hundred dollars to her name, and that had to last her. She knew she shouldn't have bought the first one, but really hadn't been able to resist. It was one-thirty in the morning and she hadn't a place to go. Not home...no not anymore. She turned 18 last year and about that time she realized that staying under her mother's roof was much worse then sleeping on the streets. Now she was in a self pity spiral as she stared at her glass and watched the lights reflect in it. Swirling colors hypnotized her and suddenly she noticed the shadow. It didn't seem to move, just a black pit in the center of the room, not enough details to know what it was. But she had see
n it move to that place and her eyes had tracked it subconsciously. Without thinking she turned her head and looked. It was worth the look. In the middle of the bar, mostly empty already, sat a man.

  Sure that fact wasn't worth mentioning, she was sure there were plenty of men in the bar, but this one...her breath froze in her throat as she stared into those eyes. She couldn't tell what color they were, they looked like ice though, not in color, just this odd frozen fire that seemed to look straight through her. She stared deep into them as she took in the rest of him. His skin was pale, to pale, but had an odd delicate look, it contrasted with his eyes. She could see his hair was long, thrown over his shoulder and white blond. And his lips, perfect cupid bow lips that seemed very red next to his pale skin. His nose was thin and sharp and his cheekbones were high. But her eyes couldn't leave his, they were trapped.

  She felt her chest demand air and she breathed, struggling not to pant at the sudden wave of heat she felt. It was molten and changing, boiling up in her stomach as though she would burn alive. Lust, deep and unending. She had never felt this way before and was tempted to look away, to ignore it. Then he smiled. His lips twitched up just a bit one corner lifting as though he found her expression particularly amusing. She felt herself standing but hadn't decided to, her feet moving on their own towards his table. She found herself standing in front of him and didn't know how she had gotten there. His eyes tracked over her body, igniting secondary flames wherever they touched. He looked down at her feet first. She wore heeled boots, her best ones and they made her a few inches taller, though she wasn't to short in the first place. They traveled up her legs, long and lean and encased in black jeans, skin tight and worn. Past her hips, wide and full, and over her midriff, showing just a bit under the edge of her lace shirt, then up over the black fabric encasing her abdomen and over the swell of her tits, high and large. His eyes took in the tanned skin of her chest, the curve of her breast and the ample cleavage showing where she had left the top button undone. And up her neck, long and thin and then to her face. She knew what he was seeing, darkly tanned skin and full lips, heart shaped face with long eye lashes and a small nose. Her hair was tightly curly, kinky and black and reflected the light.