Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  'Well, your jobs are hanging by a thread girls. Let's see what you can do to make up for it!'

  'Yeah, we'll do anything Mr Smith - just please don't fire us!' Said Laura earnestly.

  'OK, well I think I should see if you're gear is regulation. Lift up your skirts.'

  The girls looked at each other, clearly shocked at this instruction.

  'Did you say what I thought you said?' Asked Hannah.

  'Absolutely. Turn around and raise your hems please!'

  The two Ball Girls smiled nervously and looked at Alex uncertainly, before turning around slowly. They each gripped their skirts and lifted them together. Alex gulped and then smiled. Hannah's was indeed the regulation big white pants, which almost covered her plump ass. Laura's though was a rather skimpy pair of knickers; her white ass cheeks bulging at the bottom corners. Alex stepped forward and stroked Hannah's bottom. He felt the soft fabric with his index finger and then slipped inside the edge of her pants and felt the silky flesh of her bum with the back of his hands.

  'OK, good. Perfectly in order.'

  'Hmmm, now then young lady', he said turning to Laura. Not exactly following the guidelines are they?'

  'No Mr Smith.'

  Alex grabbed a handful of her gorgeous ass and massaged it in his palm. Then with his left hand he rubbed between Hannah's legs and felt the soft mound of her pussy lips pressing against her pants.

  'OK, turn round now.'

  The two girls turned round to face their boss and their eyes widened as their gaze fell on the huge bulge in his trousers. Laura had turned a little red, but Hannah had a big smirk on her face as she gawped at his erection.

  'We're not done yet. Get your sweaters off.'

  'Erm...is this right?' Asked Hannah.

  'If you want to keep your jobs, you'll do everything I ask. Just get them off, so I can inspect the rest of your kit.'

  'Come on, we may as well go along with this Laura, it's our fault, let him have his fun.'

  They simultaneously took the hem of their green sweaters and lifted them over their heads. Alex licked his lips at the sight of their white brassieres, each holding up a pair of perfectly shaped D cup breasts.

  'Hmmmm, perfect, perfect. Now then girls, how would you like to do the Ladies' Final? You know Her Majesty will be in the crowd this year - it's a great honour!'

  'The Final!' Said the girls in unison.

  'Yes, but you will have to earn the right. After being caught smoking weed, I think you've both got some catching up to do.'

  As he spoke, Alex undid the zipper on his trousers and gradually unbuckled the belt and then slipped his now rigid cock out of his boxer shorts. His cock stood fully upright as he stepped closer to the girls.

  'Both of you on your knees please.'

  Now both girls were blushing, but they knew they would be so proud to do their thing at the Ladies' Singles Final. Their parents would be so proud. It was worth whatever Alex would get them to do.

  They dropped to their knees and together began to roll their tongues along the outside of Alex's dick.

  It twitched with pleasure enhanced by the view he had, not only of them sharing his cock, but the ample mounds of cleavage in their bras. The girls began to giggle as they licked his cock. Laura wanked him a little as Hannah took him deep into her mouth. She sucked him slowly. Then they changed roles and Laura sucked him as Hannah tickled his balls. Alex was reaching boiling point and eased his dick away and got them to stand up again.

  'I think you two are wearing too many clothes. Unfasten your bras, so I can see those puppies.'

  The young Ball Girls reached around and unfastened the catches of their brassieres and together unveiled their full, pear-shaped breasts. Alex stood behind them and cupped each pair in turn. Laura's were marginally bigger, with smoother, rounder nipples. Hannah's nipples were stiff and Alex tweaked them as he fondled her wonderful boobs in each hand. His cock was now throbbing with his arousal and he felt excited at the illicit nature of the situation, but was keen to make the most of it.

  'OK, you know what's coming next. Take off your pants and touch your toes.'

  His instructions were followed and shortly two glorious sixth form butts were bearing their goods in the changing room. Alex now dropped to his knees and made a real pig of himself. He buried his face in Laura's lush ass, licking her little hole with the tip of his tongue. He moved down, licking her perineum, before he found her rosy pink slit. She was hot and moist, with a pleasantly musky scent. He delved his tongue deeper and lapped up her juice, as she got her wetter and wetter. He fingered her pussy lips with his left hand as he turned to Hannah's ass and kissed her pink, round buttocks. He rubbed his face all over and inside her ass. He licked and sucked her butt, until it was slippery from his saliva. She had a tiny, hot little ass hole and Hannah let out a little whimper of pleasure as he tickled it with his tongue. Her pussy had meaty lips and he happily ate her out, as his tongue got her as wet as her friend.

  Alex stood up. His penis was rock hard and with two 18 year old Wimbleton Ball Girls bent over in front of him, there was only one thing to do. He stood behind Laura and gripping her waist, plunged his erection into her cunt. He gave her a few deep strokes and then pulled out. He moved behind Hannah and gave her his length. He gave her a few slow deep lunges of his cock. She was the tighter of the two and he continued to fuck her slowly. He could feel himself getting seriously worked up as he drilled her pussy. Her ass cheeks quivered as he shagged her tight cunt and he built up the speed and rhythm gradually. He was getting close but somehow held on, savouring the sensations inside her box. At last he pulled out and put his cock back inside Laura's inviting quim and fucked her fast and hard. Her meaty ass quivered just like Hannah's but more so and he slapped her butt cheeks as he thrust inside her. He knew he couldn't take much more and his face screwed up with pleasure as a pre-orgasmic wave went through his groin. He withdrew from Laura and the two girls instinctively dropped to their knees ready to earn their place at the final for sure. Alex wanked his cock furiously and suddenly a jet of spunk shot out and splashed across Laura's face. He manoeuvred himself, so the next load caught Hannah on the nose and mouth. He tugged at his cock as more and more spunk shot out and he managed to share it equally as the girls had now opened their mouths and each got a good gulpful of his semen, which they happily swallowed. As the last few drops went into Hannah's mouth, Alex beamed with joy and total satiation.

  'Wow, Wow! You two!'

  'Pleased we could be of 'SERVICE' said Laura.

  'Yes, GAME, SET and SNATCH!' Agreed Hannah.

  The End.

  The Velvet Glove

  I'd been seeing Carla for almost three years. It was a fading romance, with the emphasis on fading, rather than romance. A year of separate colleges hadn't done anything to pull us back together after the fading started in our last year of high school. I'd looked forward to the Memorial Day holiday as we'd both be home and maybe things would be better. In hindsight, looking forward to spending time with Carla and rejuvenating our relationship was optimistic of me.

  We'd gone out for a reunion dinner on the Friday night and while it was pleasant, the spark still wasn't there and I didn't even try to prolong the evening by inviting her to visit to my bedroom. We'd made a tentative arrangement to meet up Sunday and planned to spend Saturday with our families. it was hard to figure what had gone wrong as we still liked each other and cared about each other, but the excitement that keeps a young relationship fired up was absent with no recent sightings. It seemed like all we needed for one of us to be brave enough to stop the agony.

  I didn't rush over to Carla's house early Sunday. There seemed little point and I didn't know what we were going to do anyway. Her car was there when I pulled into the driveway just after lunch, so I expected her to be at home but I think that if no one had answered the door I would have been relieved. There was movement inside though and Kristi, Carla's older sister, opened the door, held back their golden retrieve
r and let me in.

  "She's not here." Kristi hugged me. It had been a few months since I'd seen her. "They all went out to look at a house dad is thinking of buying up by the lake. She didn't say you were coming around."

  I screwed up my nose and tried not to show either relief or disappointment. "It's okay, we didn't have a firm plan."

  Kristi walked through to the kitchen, obviously expecting me to follow. "Well, come in. Least you can do is have some coffee."

  She had long flowing brown hair that ran down her back and a muscular body that made her clothes bulge without looking like any of it was fat. Kristi was on a softball scholarship, had played at state level in high school and while she'd always looked great, she was the family jock. Her jeans always seemed to be tighter than medically recommended and it took all of her sports bra's strength to keep her figure under control. I liked Kristi, despite the high school rumors, as she'd always been fun to be with and seemed to be a genuine person.

  I sat at the counter while she bustled around fixing coffee for us. I laughed at her jokes about no longer knowing where things were in her own house and enjoyed the bright smile she always seemed to have on her face.

  "So,' she finally started pouring, "what's new with you? Will I be getting a wedding invite soon? Carla's been very coy lately."

  I gave a half-laugh and answered, "I don't think you need to worry about buying a new dress right now." Again, I tried not to give a facial expression that could be misinterpreted but Kristi didn't need the visual cue.

  She looked at me for a few seconds and simply said. "I wondered." Kristi sighed knowingly and pushed my cup over to me. "Well, stuff happens."

  She left the topic of Carla and me at that point and asked me all about my first year at college. I enjoyed sharing the ups and downs of a freshman with her. She'd become more academic that year, matter-of-factly noting that she'd finally acknowledged that a degree would be more help to her after college than winning a few more softball games. It seemed that she'd grown up without me noticing until then.

  The phone rang and she excused herself, taking the call in the lounge rather than in front of me. When she came back she announced that the call was from her mother and that the real estate agent had let them down and couldn't show the house until five that afternoon, so they would be staying up there for dinner. "Apparently there's some leftover pasta in the refrigerator that I can have." She mimicked her mother's voice, rolling her eyes to show a mixture of mirth and contempt.

  "You want to get a pizza?" I made the offer. I'd planned on having dinner with Carla and wouldn't be expected home.

  "Sure." Kristi didn't pause to consider the offer and grabbed her car keys. "I'll pick up the pieces for my sister... who's obviously stood you up." She playfully punched the top of my arm.

  "I don't need charity," I joked.

  Kristi stopped and looked back at me, letting her eyes appraise me from head to toe. "Yes you do," she said, then turned and led the way out.

  On the drive into town we decided on Chinese instead of pizza and when we were settled in the restaurant and had ordered Kristi offered, "You don't have to talk to me about you and Carla, but you can if you want."

  I thought about the offer and declined. I'd got to the point that it seemed pointless and more pain to continue than end. We veered off into small-town small-talk through appetizers and by the time our entrees arrived Kristi was reminiscing about her high school days.

  As she started to tall me anecdotes about old boyfriends I felt a tightening knot in my belly. I'd known about the rumors for years, been intrigued and excited by them and wondered now if I could ask her how true they were. I might never get a better chance and, as I watched her face as she told me about a disastrous date that ended up with her walking ten miles to get home and figured, I had nothing to loose.

  "People still talked about you at high school, long after you'd left," I ventured.

  Kristi's face took a slightly puzzled look and she assumed I was talking about her athletic abilities. "You mean how I lost the state finals because I dropped that catch?"

  "No." I spoke solemnly, knowing I'd committed to the question now.

  "What then?" she appealed, completely open and not obviously hiding any skeletons.

  I took a deep breath and felt the tingle of anticipation as I steeled myself. After another look into Kristi's eyes, just to be sure I wanted to open the box, I told her, "Something about gloves? Silk Gloves?"

  Her face ran through four emotions in about two seconds—shock, fun, confusion and trepidation. She settled on an uncomfortable smile. "I should've figured they'd talk about that." The giggle she made was all nerves.

  I hadn't meant to put her so ill at ease, and tried to retreat. "It's okay, you don't need to say anything if you don't want to."

  "It's okay," she shrugged. "It's not like it's a huge deal. Well, not for me anyway."

  I waited, not knowing what else I could say. Kristi took along drink of her soda before she came clean.

  "Firstly, it wasn't gloves, it was glove." She smiled and took another deep breath. "Secondly it was velvet, not silk."

  So, there it was. The rumor was technically incorrect, but substantiated. My heart was pounding. Kristi was reputed to have given many boys at school handjobs while wearing her velvet glove. I'd heard various estimates of between thirty and a hundred boys. Because of my association with Carla I'd been asked many times if the stories were true and while I'd dismissed the enquiries, I'd also been interested to know the truth, and why.

  Now I was silenced by her admission.

  "What did they say I did with it?" It was a forlorn request, almost like she held some hope that her use of the glove hadn't carried with the fact that it existed.

  "That you..." I stumbled over the words, "masturbated them."

  Her face took on a resigned look and Kristi asked about the extent of the rumor. I assured her it had almost died by the time I'd left school. I felt bad having brought the topic up and now I wanted to quash it... but I also wanted know more.

  "So..." I ventured, "can I ask why? What was the whole glove thing about?"

  Kristi shook her head and sighed. "It was just me being rebellious, kind of, I think. I'd always been fascinated by... penises. It was a little girl thing really. I wanted to hold them and play with them, but I didn't want to have sex with a load of boys. No, it doesn't make any sense to me now, but back then I had this idea that if I wore a glove and avoided skin contact, it somehow removed me from the sexual act that I performed for them so that they'd let me hold their... dicks."

  I tried to make sense of the logic and failed. Kristi saw that and added. "After that it just became kind of a quest, to jack off boys, all with the same glove. It wasn't the smartest thing I ever did, but the glove kind of normalized it for me and I have to say... it was fun and exciting at the time. I didn't have many complaints from the... subjects."

  "And you just... did them? When they asked you?"

  "Some did," she considered. "I asked others. Some we just kind of arrived at the situation mutually. I discovered that boys were pretty easy to get out of their pants."

  I was feeling braver now that she'd been so open. "I heard that you... did one boy in class."

  Kristi laughed. "That's definitely not true. I had a few trips into the boys' washrooms, but never in a class. Mostly I'd go to their bedrooms, or in their cars. There wasn't a lot of planning involved. I stopped when it started to get out of..." she laughed, "hand. It seemed like the secret just got out and everyone knew. It was hard to live down for a year, but that was my own stupid fault."

  "I'm sure there are girls who've dome worse." I tried to sympathize.

  "Oh yes," she agreed. "But I seem to still be living it down... if people are still asking me about it."

  I still felt a little guilty for having brought the subject up, but at the same time I'd enjoyed the discussion and was feeling aroused at the images Kristi relayed. "I'm sorry," I grimaced, "I did
n't mean to..."

  "It's okay," she assured me. "Like I said, it's my own stupid fault."

  "I still have the glove somewhere." She spoke with vague expression now. "Don't know why I never threw it away. I guess it just kind of held... a lot of memories."

  We dropped the subject at that, probably both a little relieved. I admired Kristi for being so honest about the glove. It would have been easy enough to deny, but she was open enough to quell my curiosity on the rumors. The exchange was exciting for sure, thinking about those guys getting off for her, but I decided that enough was enough and we headed back to her parents' house talking about TV shows.

  When we pulled into the driveway I began to thank Kristi for her company but before I'd got a chance to say anything she motioned that I should follow her inside. She said nothing as I walked into the kitchen and she disappeared upstairs. "Get a couple of beers out will you?" she called.

  I'd found the beer and was pulling the bottles open when she came back. Her face wore the biggest smirk I'd ever seen. "Here," she handed me a small black object, "I thought you might like to see the legendary glove."

  I pulled open the velvet material to reveal a plain glove that looked barely big enough to cover Kristi's hand. I turned it over a few times, as though examining an ancient artifact. It was in remarkably good shape considering the action it had seen. I said as much to Kristi, accompanied by nervous laughter.

  "I washed it... between assignments." She laughed and took the glove back from me. "Yes, I guess it occasionally did get pretty messed up. Ah... the stories this glove could tell." She pulled the glove on, made a few quick stroking movements with her clenched fist and giggled. "I'm surprised it doesn't have holes all over, from the wear and tear. I kept a list somewhere, of all their names, but that's long gone now. Probably just as well, protect the guilty."