Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  "Oh no you don't!" Angela let out a yell at this very personal touch she just felt and a surge of adrenaline shot through her. She struggled with all her might to get free and was determined to not give into this thing's touching and pleasuring her.

  "No no no no no no no no" was all she could say over and over as she tried to get to her feet and to break free. To snap these inhuman bonds and to run up the stairs and lock the door behind her was all she could think of.

  But it was no use.

  The rubbing on her throbbing clit got faster, and in her panicked state of mind she felt her bra being removed in front of her. Now her breasts were free and clear for all to play with and many tentacles descended upon them. Several wrapped around her tits and new tentacles came up and began to play with her nipples. These seemed to have tiny little suction cup type mouths on them and they tugged and sucked and teased her nipples until they were rock hard and truly ready to explode. Those little mouths were sending wave after wave of hot sensations that went right to her clit, which in turn was now being very masterfully massaged by another tentacle.

  Panting, out of breath, and turned on like she had never been before, Angela's mind finally gave it to the struggle. Her mind mentally threw up its hands in defeat and told her to just relax and enjoy the show. She had that wild thought that if this thing was going to eventually eat her at least she was going to enjoy it.

  Once Angela mentally gave in and accepted her fate, things began to happen more quickly. She could feel an orgasm building inside her and it did not take long for it to hit. It was quick and sharp and she cried out in pure delight. It faded quickly and she was catching her breath when she felt the tentacles easily rip the thong off of her now sweaty body and they spread her legs even further for her. The tentacle around her waist pulled her back a bit and she knew exactly what was coming next.

  "Come on..." she panted. "Do IT!" The tentacles obliged her wishes and one of them made it way to the outer edges of her pussy and it began to rub back and forth slowly inside her. She moaned deeply and tried to push her hips back onto it. She had no way to describe it, but she wanted that damn thing inside her. It was tormenting her though, as it would go in just a little bit and rub back and forth, and then pull back out, making her cry out in frustration. Several other tentacles joined in on this game, as they would take turns going into her slowly and shallow like, and then depart only to have another take its place. This was the most maddening thing she had ever felt in her life. Her entire body was on fire and she couldn't take it anymore. She felt herself beginning to beg. The words were just flowing from her and she was begging this thing, whatever it was, to take her. She was begging it to ram its tentacles inside her and to fuck her all night long. She had never wanted it so badly in her life.

  Eventually one of the tentacles stayed within her, and began to now push deeper than it had before. She found herself gasping and tears formed in her eyes as it felt so damn good. The tentacle pushed itself deep into her and she felt stretched, much like she had when she first played the giant monster dildo. The tentacle held itself inside her then began to pull out slowly, and she felt another tentacle begin to tickle and tease her bare clit. The sensations were too overwhelming and she had another orgasm right then and there. It completely caught her off guard and she loved it. By now the tentacle inside her had pulled out and a smaller one took its place inside her. She didn't feel as full with this one but it still felt really good. It began to work her in and out at a quicker pace and she moved her hips up and down in time to keep up with it. Soon another tentacle joined the first so now two were inside her. She had several fingers put inside her at once in the past, but nothing like this! One tentacle would plunge into her while the other pulled out, all the while several tentacles played with her clit on the outside. It was an orchestra of orgasms and she was but the instrument to be played. Those tentacles worked back and forth faster and faster and in perfect harmony, and her body responded beautifully. The first orgasm hit her in this manner and her whole body rocked, and then another hit, and soon after another. It was truly the most incredible thing she had ever felt and after four or five or six (she lost count and who could blame her) she was laughing and crying and screaming and truly not believing it was all happening.

  Eventually she was truly out of the breath and the tentacles slowed down enough to let her catch up. Her body was now entirely quivering and while her breasts were still being played with her clit was allowed to rest for a bit and the tentacles pulled out of her completely. She panted heavily for a few moments and within a minute or so got her breath back and felt much better. That was incredible! Her body was still very much alive and she could feel her juices running down her legs and to the hungry tentacles below.

  For its final act, the creature had one last card to play. As Angela laid her head to the side and was breathing quite contently she felt a small tentacle head begin to rub around the rim of her anus. Her mind started to protest this when another tentacle slid across her face and into her mouth. The tentacle pushed its way passed her lips so quickly it truly caught her off guard. She half-gagged for a moment and tried to spit the tentacle out, but it was in her mouth and moving back and forth. Her mind recoiled at the expected taste of such a foul thing but instead was very surprised that it had a somewhat light and sweet taste to it. The thin membrane on the outside skin of the tentacle was very soft and as it rubbed up against her tongue her tongue began to feel warm and very good.

  All the while the tentacle behind her had now pushed its way slowly into her ass, and while her mind was focused on the tentacle in her mouth this other tentacle now was trying to push into her other hole. She quickly tried to clench up but it was no use as it pushed passed that initial resistance and was inside her. The feeling was amazing. It was very different than when her pussy was being penetrated. She had done some light anal play in the past but never really worried about it much, and now this tentacle was working back and forth out of her ass, and another one was fucking her from the front. She was feeling new and weird sensations build up within her, and she felt her clit getting all hot and bothered again and juices started to flow from her once more. More tentacles joined the fun as her clit started to get teased again and that first, thick tentacle that went into her now was back inside her pussy, and it began to move back and forth within her. Soon all the tentacles were working faster and faster and her body couldn't get enough. She was begging them to keep pounding, keep pushing, keep using her. In her absolutely wild and passionate rage she caught her shadow on the wall from the flashlight behind her. She saw her body in an L shape and all kind of long, thin and thick shadows around her and in her and it mesmerized her to watch this. She was being used in every single hole, and it was the best experience of her young life.

  Eventually her body built into one of the most powerful, mind-blowing orgasms she had ever had. Her entire body seized up and she truly was frozen in time for those few moments while it hit. She shrieked as best she could with a tentacle in her mouth and the whole world exploded in a shower of lights and colors and pleasures she had never thought possible. It reverberated throughout her entire core down to her soul and in that brief moment she connected to the creature that was responsible for such pleasures. For that moment she knew it and it knew her, and it was beautiful.

  Alas though, the human body, no matter how strong, was not meant to take all such pleasures at once. Angela slipped from consciousness with the best orgasm of her life still ringing in her ears. Instead of falling headfirst into pitch black however in her mind she was in a blinding white light that was soft and warm and that was the last she remembered...

  The creature sensed that the female had lost consciousness and it extracted its tentacles from her slowly and carefully. Other tentacles began to lick all the juices from her, not sparing a single drop. It was absolutely ravished with hunger from its many years of sleeping, but this female had sated its hunger many times over. By far the best "meal" it
had ever had in its long existence. When her body was clean of her juices it lowered her softly onto a pile of its own coils so she would be safe from the ground. It kept its tentacles around her so if she awoke suddenly in a panic she would not hurt herself. She slept very deeply however. Very deeply, and very contently.

  ........................

  Light came down through cracks in the boards of the cottage above and danced across Angela's eyes. She opened her eyes slowly to find she was still in the basement and was naked and she had several purplish tentacle like things around her, keeping her safe. She was afraid for a second that it had all been a dream, but seeing the tentacles on her quickly chased that thought away. She smiled lightly and felt very weak, but very, very good. Her body was still buzzing from the actions not too long ago. She patted the tentacles tenderly in thanks. The creature sensed that she was awake and it slowly pulled all its tentacles back into the well on the far side of the room. In a few moments Angela was alone in the basement and completely naked. At that she just had to laugh. That was truly the best night of her life.

  Then, she had a rather wicked thought cross her mind. Next week two of her oldest modeling friends, Channa and Dawnielle were to come visit her at the cottage. She glanced over to where the tentacles had disappeared into the floor and a slow smile spread across her face. Oh yes, she thought to herself. They will be going down to check out the basement when they arrive. Images of her and her friends being used by the tentacles flooded her mind, and she could not stop smiling....

  The End.

  All That Matters

  It was 3:00 A.M saturday morning when Kyle woke up from a dream. The same dream he had been having over and over for the longest time. He and his brother, Dean, were making passionate love in Dean's room. He woke up with a hard on, as usual. All 9 inches of it was as hard as a rock. He got up out of bed to change his now came in boxer briefs.

  Once changed, he stood in the mirror on his bathroom door. There he was, 6 foot 4 inches tall, broad, muscular, tan, and sweaty from his sleep. Sandy brown hair, slightly wavy. Brilliant blue eyes, strong jawed, perfect skin. He studied himself. He considered himself beautiful, but he knew that was vain of him to do. He looked at his toned body, a result of years of hard work and was proud. He looked down at his legs. Thick and muscular, and then to his feet. They were tan and very nice, he thought. He wore a size 15. Huge, he thought to himself. His once fully erect penis was now soft, though still thick and large in his briefs. It was just over 6 inches flaccid, and very thick. He also had large testicles, that hung relatively low. He was well endowed, and glad.

  When he was done admiring his body, he went back to his room and got into bed, hoping the dream wouldn't come again, so he could sleep until it was time to get up again, for his trip back home from his apartment near his university. It was fall, and the school was closing due to remodeling, and would resume again in the next month, so he was going home to visit his parents, and younger brother, as well as celebrate Deans upcoming birthday.

  Later in the afternoon, Dean was sitting at home, thinking of what his 19th birthday was going to be like, on the following Monday. He had school, so he didn't think it could be that pleasant. His brother was coming home today, and he had mixed feelings about it. He hadn't seen his brother in several months, so he was excited about his return. However, he was also nervous. Everytime he sees his brother, there is a stirring in his groin, one he knows shouldn't occur, yet it does, and he can't make it stop. His brother was beautiful and attractive, in a sexual way. He stood up and walked from his living room up the stairs into his own room, where is mirror was. He looked at himself and wondered if his brother thought the same of him. Dean was 6 foot 3 inches tall, only slightly shorter than his brother, with a swimmers body. He had been a diver since the age of 7, a natural at the sport. He was lean, and tan from the sun exposure, but not as dark as his brother, Kyle. he had grown his hair out into a swooped kind of style, and liked it a lot. It was a dark brown, with golden tones to it. Very beautiful, and relatively straight due to the flat-ironing. It was naturally wavy, like his brothers, but he liked flat-ironing it most days. He had icy blue eyes, much more beautifly than Kyle's, and very feminine. A great jawline,and a perfect smile.

  He looked from his face to his pants, thinking of his package. It was 8 inches long, fully erect, and just under 6 inches flaccid. His balls were roughly the size of golf balls, and hung slightly low. Awful to squeeze into his swim speedo, and caught a lot of notice from curious on-lookers. He looked down to his bare feet, a size 14. Huge, like his brothers, but much wider.

  He thought of his brother, naked. He had seen his brother nude several times, and enjoyed it quite a bit. He was starting to get hard, and had decided to grab his lube to have a quick jerk before his brother arrived.

  Kyle pulled up to the house, and noticed only his brothers car home. His parents must be out running errands he thought, so he decided to just go in to surprise his brother. He entered the house, which was relatively quiet, and looked for his brother, which was not on the first floor. He turned to the staircase and walked slowly up them towards his brothers room, and heard a slight noise coming from inside. The door was slightly cracked, and he noticed his brother was nude, save a towel around his waist, and had something in his hand, but couldn't tell because his brother had his back turned to the door. He pushed the door open, and Dean turned quickly toward his brother, covering his erect penis, which was bulging greatly from the towel.

  "Kyle! I didn't hear you pull up!"

  "Yeah, I just got in a few minutes ago, and noticed you weren't downstairs. Where are the 'rents?"

  "Uhh, they went into town to get some last minutes shopping done."

  "Ah, I see. What are you doing up here?"

  "Ummm, well, this is kind of awkward. I was just getting ready to..."

  "No, I get it. Dudes have needs, bro. It's cool."

  "Yeah, I suppose."

  Kyle walked a little bit closer to his brother, feeling the stirring in his pants, and said " What have you got going on there? Let me see... I just wanna compare..." So Dean removed the towel, exposing his penis to his brother.

  "Damn. Nice" He was staring at his brothers manhood. It looked amazing. Long and thick, and nice balls, too. Perfectly shaved, so it looked much bigger without pubic hair."

  "Now, it's your turn" Dean said.

  Dean undid his belt, button, and zipper, and pulled his pants down to his ankles, and pulled the shoes off of his huge feet, along with his socks, and took his pants off.

  " You have to take care of my under shorts" Kyle said, so Dean set the lube down on his dresser, and walked up to his brother, and pulled his underwear down and off his brothers legs and feet. He was flaccid, but getting harder and harder by the second. Kyle grabbed Deans head,and kissed him. Passionately, but hard. It was amazing to be there, finally fulfilling the dream that had been taunting him for so long. He was running his fingers through his brothers hair, soft and smooth, their tongues entertwined in their kiss, which was getting much more intense.

  They grabbed each others dicks, and caressed them slowly. Both of their skin was soft,and they tugged slightly. Dean moaned softly, and Kyle liked it.

  Kyle pushed Dean away so he could stare into his eyes and said "Get on your knees, and suck my cock, Dean, with a ferocity that sent Dean into a frenzy. He dropped to his knees, and took his brother into his mouth.

  It was the most amazing blowjob Kyle had ever recieved, from anyone. Dean could deepthroat like no other.

  Kyle moaned and groaned in ecstacy. Dean enjoyed pleasuring his brother immensely, and wished it hadn't taken them so long to get to this point.

  Kyle pulled away from Dean and motioned him towards the bed.

  The End.

  Rubber Sex

  She had warned him on several occasions that if he did not satisfy her sexual needs then she would begin looking elsewhere. He had shrugged it off as idle threats until one day she called him into
their home office and told him she was going out tomorrow night to meet someone who she hoped would satisfy her. He said ok still not believing her. The next evening she left the house and he noticed how stunning she looked in her fitted suit with stiletto boots. He began to realise that maybe she was telling the truth. It was too late she had driven off so he tried to call her mobile which was switched off. His mind raced who was she meeting and where and why?

  She arrived at the hotel as arranged and met him in the foyer. He was she noticed very well spoken & polite. He offered to take her coat and they walked to the lift. They chatted for a while and drank a little champagne, she decided she liked him and stood up boldly and said shall we play. He told her previously about his fetish for latex, leather & boots and she had always liked the idea of experimenting with that kind of clothing. He told her that he had taken the liberty of bringing a few items for her and laid them out on the bed. She felt very excited as she looked at the clothing on the bed.

  A shiny Black latex catsuit with matching gloves & hood. And a beautiful pair of Black leather 5inch stiletto heel thigh boots. She quickly stripped and started to pull on the catsuit once on it felt amazing almost like being hugged all over. It was incredibly tight yet so comfortable and held her in all of the nicest places she noticed. Next she put her feet into the boots which fit her foot like a glove she wondered if he had ordered them especially for her. She pulled the zips all the way up to her thigh. She noticed that they helped to support her on the spiky heels and she soon began to strut around the room with some confidence. The boots fitted her tightly and she loved the feel of them gripping her legs & ankles. She especially liked the creaking leather sound as she moved it was so sexy. The hood came next and it was devastating to wear, she felt like she could do or be anything she liked. It took away her identity and she liked that feeling very much. Finally came the gloves to finish the outfit skintight again yet so wonderful to wear. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt immediately turned on. The woman looking back at her was not herself it was some amazing rubberclad goddess, and so black & shiny.