Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  "Oh Lord, oh Candy," he moaned. "Oh that it's baby, yes, blow me. You have such a sweet little mouth."

  His dirty talk was getting to me and I could feel my pussy gush with wetness. I slipped my mouth off of his cock and teasingly dragged my tongue along his pole.

  "You like that?" I asked him.

  "Damn, you know I love it." I returned to blowing him and he encouraging me. "Yes baby, yes, oh you really like cock, don't you? Oh you suck a man off so good. God, I can tell you're loving this."

  Over the next several minutes, I blew him every way I knew how. I bobbed my head up and down, I licked his pole, I sucked his balls, I kissed his stick, leaving smears of lip gloss on it. At this particular moment, I was lapping at his cock with my tongue while I rubbed his balls.

  "God, you taste so good," I moaned to him. He moaned back in response. "Oh I love this precum, I can tell you want bad, Joe. You were so naughty tonight at the table, I can tell you need it bad."

  "Candy, I can't take it anymore," he said, turning a corner. While I blew him, I noticed it was almost completely dark in the car - nearly all the lights on the outside of the car, like streetlights and such were gone. I looked up. We were in the back of an alley. I didn't mind. I was just as eager as he was. We got out of the car and he pulled up his pants, hurriedly walking over to me, planting his lips on mine, stroking the sides of my waist and my hips. We were panting already, panting while we kissed.

  I could feel him back me up and my back gently bumped into a brick wall. There was one light in the alleyway and down maybe ten yards from us or so was a dumpster. The filth, the dirt of the alleyway, the litter on the ground, the dumpster, all of which would disgust me in the daytime only made me hot during the night and I was ready to be fucked in such a place.

  "Come on, Joe," I told him, "come on." I said, lifting up my dress and pulling down my panties. I stumbled on my heels and kicked them off, kicking my panties off too. He aggressively pulled down the top of my dress, ripping the sleeves from the rest of the dress.

  "Oh fuck," he grunted, when he looked at my big tits. He frantically started to unbuckle his belt and pulled his pants and shorts down once again. Again, his cock was sticking straight out, ready for someplace warm and wet. I was ready for him and our nervousness was replaced by lust. "You ready, sweetheart?" he panted to me, stroking his dick as he asked me.

  "Yes," I breathed. "I'm ready."

  "Okay, baby doll," he said.

  He came up real close to me and told me to spread my legs. I did as he said. We were both concentrating in between our legs and he stroked his dick a few times and started to guide it into my pussy. I moaned out loud in pleasure and asked if I was okay. He nodded that I was. He told me to then wrap my legs around his waist. I did as he told me and he held my hips, holding me against wall. He started to fuck me. I could feel the long, thick strokes of his cock and I couldn't help but let out an involuntary grunt on every inward stroke. The inward strokes also was his favorite I gathered, as he tended to moan at such moments. With my grunts and his moans, our sounds bounced off the walls and echoed. He banged me up against the wall without apology.

  "Uh!...Uh!...Uh!" I moaned again and again as he pounded into me.

  "Oh fuck," he panted. "Damn you're so tight baby. Yess...yes...yess," he groaned as he started to move his body faster, fucking me, getting into an even hotter rhythm.

  "Oh yes, Joe, give it to me..give it to me," I moaned to him, grasping his thick hair in my hands.

  "Baby, baby," he panted. "I'm about to cum, where do you want it?"

  "On my face," I said.

  "Oh my God, that is so dirty," he said with a grin, looking into my eyes with his bright eyes. He very gently pulled his dick out of me and I kneeled down before him.

  I was going to put my hand on his cock, but his was already there and he was jacking off furiously, the eye of his cock ready to shoot it's load on me at any moment. I opened my mouth to talk dirty to him, to encourage him and I was greeted, most pleasantly, with a warm load to my face. I had to shut my eyes so the cum wouldn't sting my eyes. I felt a few hot strands land on my face and then in my mouth. I kept my eyes shut and my mouth open wide, ready for whatever he wanted to do to me. He had so much inside of him. My face was gooey and the inside of my mouth was gooey. I could tell he was done. He suggested I swallow and I did so. I rub my eyes open gently and looked up at him. He pulled up his underwear and pants and zipped and buttoned up. He kneeled in front of me.

  "Oh Candy," he said to me, as I began to clean up my face with fingers, sucking the cum off of them. "Baby, you did so good. And look at the way you eat up my cum. That's so sweet. You love a hot load, don't you baby?"

  His dirty talk got the best of me and I came right there. I moaned out that I was cumming and fell against his shoulders. He held me as my body shook and trembled. It was the first time I never need to touch myself when I came. We were both out of breath as we held each other. I giggled at the mess on my face. He chuckled too, holding my hand that was on his chest. I had ate up most of his cum that was on my face, but I still felt I needed to clean up before heading back to the hotel.

  "Do you have anything I could wipe my face on?" I asked him.

  "Sure sweetheart," he said. He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off. He kneeled before me again so we could see each other eye-to-eye. Very delicately, he started to wipe up my cum-stained face.

  I heard a squeal above me. It was some older woman opening her window on the third floor. "Hey!" she yelled at us. "You two perverts get out of here or else I'm calling the police!"

  "We were just leaving!" Joe yelled up at her.

  We laughed and with fleeting feet, we did what we needed to do. I pulled my panties and my heels back on. He was about to throw his cum-stained shirt in the dumpster, but I held his arm.

  "No, Joe, don't. I want to keep it."

  He smiled and handed it to me, "If you want it, doll face, it's all yours. Now let's scoot!"

  I giggled and we hopped back into his car, pulling out of the alleyway, heading back to my hotel. Our laughing subsided after a few minutes and we calmed down as we drove along. He took a breath and told me that the next day would be his last day at the lake - he was to board an 11:15 a.m. plane back to Seattle. He asked me if he could we meet again on the beach the next morning at 8 a.m. so we could spend a little more time together. I sadly agreed, knowing this union of ours wouldn't last forever.

  Joe changed the subject to fabulous sex we just had. That cheered both of us up and we had a good laugh, since it had been so long since either of us had felt so good. We drove for another twenty minutes or so and ended back up at the hotel. Walking up to front doors of the building, we said good night.

  "I'm a little afraid of your parents catching me if I were to walk you right to your bedroom door," he joked.

  I nodded and smiled, "It was such a nice evening, Joe. Thank you."

  "Don't forget tomorrow, sweetheart, eight a.m."

  "I won't forget," I told him.

  We leaned in softly to one another for our goodnight kiss. It was so warm, so wet, it made me want to kiss him and stay in his arms forever. We reluctantly split up and I walked inside the hotel, his shirt and my clutch in my hands. I immediately went to the laundry room on the first floor and threw his shirt in, fetching some change from my clutch.

  I went back up to my hotel room and took a shower, washing my insides and outs. After the shower I put on my bathrobe and when it was done, I went down to the laundry room and threw Joe's shirt in one of the dryers. I went back upstairs and stood naked in the bathroom, combing my hair and drying it with the blow dryer. When I had first come back in the room, the clock had read 10:21, so technically I still made it by my curfew, which was midnight. Nicole was already fast asleep and so were my parents, I found, as I peeked into their bedroom and found them both knocked out. When it was ready, I retrieved Joe's shirt from the dryer, folded it neatly and put it in my bag, and climbing int
o my white t-shirt and Snoopy and Woodstock girl-boxers, I fell into bed, exhausted.

  The next morning I woke up with a soreness in my pussy. I smiled and prided myself on the fact that I had taken such a big one. I looked at the clock. It was 7:15 and I hurried out of bed, brushing my hair and teeth and throwing on shorts and a t-shirt. I grabbed the hotel key and Nicole awoke groggily.

  "Where are you going?" she asked.

  "Out. I'll be back soon though. By nine o'clock. He needs to leave early to catch his plane," I said, digging through my purse for a piece of gum.

  "Who?"

  "Never mind, tell you later," I said with a smile and walked out the door, popping a piece of gum in my mouth.

  I took the elevator downstairs and walked to the beach where Joe was waiting for me. At this hour, there was hardly anyone on the beach and I hugged Joe warmly when I reached him. We took off our shoes and walked alone on the sand, talking and getting to know each other better. We would've done it sooner, but it sort of cramped our sex drives. About 45 minutes into our visit, we exchanged all our information so we could keep in touch; home addresses, e-mail addresses and phone numbers.

  Our conversation hit a dead spot and we knew it was time to part. We looked into each other's eyes. There was a hint of excitement and sadness in his and I'm sure the same in mine. He also looked tired and I'm sure I did too from the night before. I pointed it out and he chuckled.

  "You're a good girl, Candy," he said to me softly and kissed me on the lips. He pulled his face back from mine and held my hands. "Keep in touch, kiddo."

  I nodded and watched him walk away. I remembered the way he had looked last night in front of the hotel, with his shirt off, kissing me good night. It was a sexy thought. I smiled sadly and headed back to the hotel.

  For the remainder of the trip I was sucked into spending time with my parents and other relatives and generally didn't have any interest in what they were saying, what was going on in their lives, etc.

  All I could think of was Joe. I still felt Joe inside of me. And yet, I knew he was forever departed from me. I wasn't in love with Joe and he wasn't in love with me, but we had had a wonderful time together, and although we had traded our phone numbers and such, I knew deep down in my heart we would never lay eyes on each other or speak to one another again, that this was just a pleasant moment in our lives that we would remember fondly. When I thought of him, and he thought of me, we could only depend on our memories. I guess we were just two ships that passed in the night.

  The morning when my family and I were leaving, I began to pack all my belongings into my bag and I came across Joe's white shirt he had let me keep. I fondled it with my hands and unfolded it, pressing it up against my chest. It was quite a bit larger than I was and I knew I would spend many nights sleeping in it.

  The End.

  Dance with Me

  Last Saturday night, Pamela and I went to the "Electric Dream Cafe", an underground club at a secret location in town. It's an "almost anything goes" sort of club, and often there are live bands, BDSM demonstrations, and even a live sex show on occasion. That night, however, was a simple "meet & greet" dance, with a "sheer & see-through" clothing theme.

  We hadn't been to the club in weeks, and we were due for a night out. Pamela was dressed to the nines, in black high-heeled boots, stockings and garters, and a sheer silk shirt over a tiny pair of white lacy panties and matching bra. She wore her long straight blonde hair loose, and she looked hot! We met up with a couple we know from the club, Margie and Dirk. After exchanging hugs, kisses and a groping hand or two, they introduced us to their friends.

  They had brought along two couples, John and Vikki, and Bill and Zoe, and a trio, Ben, Tiffany, and Sophia. I greeted the gentlemen with firm handshakes and the ladies with gentle kisses to their hands. Jules was there, too. She's a good friend of ours, who sometimes shares our bed, and we greeted her with enthusiastic hugs, kisses, and gropes. Jules was decked out in a black bustier which showed off her amble bosom nicely, and fishnet stockings, with a long lacy-black open shirt trailing behind her.

  We had great fun talking and laughing together, and I took Pamela and Jules out on the dance floor each in turn, for some quality grope time, and I was in a constant state of arousal, pressing my body up against these beautiful women. The music was a bit too loud, but we managed to carry on conversation when we were not dancing.

  During sit-out times, while we talked to Dirk and Margie, and made plans with Jules for future get-togethers, my eye kept wandering over to Zoe. She was not dressed to theme, exactly. She wasn't really even dressed sexy (which is okay; neither is a requirement to get into the club), wearing black slacks and a simple loose-fitting button-up shirt. It was her face that drew my eyes to her. Very pretty, she was, with long dark-brown hair, pulled back off of her beautiful face. She had a lovely shy smile, and sparkling eyes. On impulse, I approached her, greeting her husband, and asked her if she wanted to dance. Showing her beautiful smile again, she said yes, and I lead her out onto the floor.

  Making small-talk as we swayed to the slow sensual music, we held each other close. Zoe was (I guessed correctly) five foot ten, and she fit nicely in my arms. I kissed her on the neck, and wrapping my arms tightly around her, I told her what a beautiful woman she was. She thanked me, and complimented me on my "gorgeous blue eyes". Taking a chance, I kissed her again on the cheek, and made my way slowly to her sweet lips. She kissed me back, deeply, and encouraged, I let my hands explore her back, brushing the top of her luscious round buttocks, and up her sides, where I lightly brushed her lovely round breasts. The song ended much too soon for my taste, and with one final kiss, we went back to our seats.

  Sitting back with an ice cold cola, I talked to Margie and Dirk, and watched as Pamela and Jules danced slow and close, kissing each other deeply. I was looking forward to the next time the three of us got together in private, and I fantasized about watching them each go down on the other, and on me.

  I was left alone with my wonderfully filthy thoughts, as Dirk and Margie hit the dance floor, and Zoe got up and headed for the washroom. Bill was dancing with Vikki, and Ben Tiffany and Sophia were having a rhythmic cuddle in a far corner of the dance-floor, and John was chatting up a lovely young lady at the bar. Thoroughly relaxed, I enjoyed watching the randy crowd dancing and groping, but my eyes were torn away from the dance floor, when Zoe reemerged from the washroom. She had changed her clothes, and was now wearing a frilly black lace see-through teddy, and matching panties. Oh, she was lovely.

  Meeting her halfway, I again asked her to dance. She smiled her lovely shy smile, and lead me to the floor. We slipped easily into each other's arms, as another sensuous dance tune began, and danced slowly together. We talked a little about mundane things (what each of us did for a living, and "how do you like the club? Oh, this is only your second visit?" that sort of thing), through most of one song, before letting our hands move tantalizingly over each other's bodies. Kissing me passionately, her tongue probing my mouth, she allowed me to squeeze her round fleshy buttocks, and slip my hands under her top, where I felt the bare flesh of her massive tits, and squeezed her hardening nipples. Our hips were pressed tightly together, and I began to realize that her height put our genitals at almost equal level. We dry-fucked right there on the dance floor, my hard cock rubbing against her pussy. Slipping my hand into her panties, I rubbed her lovely buttocks, while pressing my rock-hard dick into her crotch. Moving my hand around between our bodies, I slid my fingers alongside her very wet pussy lips, causing her to moan in my ear. I gently massaged her clit for only a few minutes, when the music stopped.

  We had danced through three songs, but now there was a long silent gap, and the dance-floor was clearing. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand from her panties, and thanked her for the dance with a kiss. Both of our knees wobbling, we made our way back to our respective partners for a rest.

  I bought a round of soft drinks for Jules and Pamela and myself, and we kissed an c
uddled in the corner. The DJ finally got the music sorted, and encouraged people, over the mike, to grab a partner, and do a strip-tease for them. Jules grabbed my hand, and dragged me, protesting mildly, to a chair, where she sat, and told me to dance for her. I almost didn't do it. Not being the best dancer in the world (but far from the worst in the club), I felt kind of silly and conspicuous. But what the Hell? Jules wanted me to dance for her, so dance for her I did. Swaying gently to the music, I removed my belt, and unbuttoned my shirt, so she could rub my chest and tweak my nipples. Bending slightly, I rubbed my hard cock into her crotch, and gave her a slow sensuous dry fuck. I couldn't last long in this position (very hard on the thighs), and only danced one song for her, but she thanked me just the same, with a long deep tongue-kiss, and a gentle squeeze to my balls.

  My cock was harder than ever, and I was really looking forward to getting Pamela alone, where I could do all sorts of naughty perverted things to her lovely nude body. But I still had unfinished business with Zoe.

  Nodding hello to Bill again, I approached Zoe, and extended my hand, asking her "would you care to dance?"

  I noticed some hesitation before she smiled and took my hand, and we made our way through the half-naked crowd to the dance floor once again. She slipped her arms around me, and we started dancing. Her hesitation earlier bothered me a bit, and I felt perhaps I might have overstepped my bounds during our last dance. "Zoe," I began, "if I was a bit too forward, earlier, I apologize. Perhaps I should have said this before, but at this club 'no' means 'no', and I would not be insulted if you said it to me."

  "Oh, don't worry about that," she said, smiling. "It felt wonderful. I'm just concerned about leading you on. Bill's still a bit overwhelmed by this club, and I don't want to give the idea that I'll be going home with anyone. If you want to dance, and feel me up, that's great. It's a lot of fun, but that will probably be it, for now."