Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  "I adore giving you so much pleasure" I said at last.

  "Mhhmm, I enjoy you doing it" she shot back, glancing down at me with a half smile.

  "I'd love it if" I trailed off, embarrassed to continue.

  "Hey, don't stop. What were you going to say?" she asked me, clearly aroused.

  "Well, um, I would really love it if you were more selfish" I blurted out, a little embarrassed.

  Pat didn't respond right away and I looked self-consciously at her pussy and resumed licking inside it.

  "I can tell you mean that too. Fuck this is making me so hot. So you want me to be what, dominant, is that what you're saying?" she pushed me.

  "Yes" I said quietly.

  "I can't believe you're so giving. Fuck, it makes me so wet, swallow my juices. Don't let them drip onto my car seat" she hissed excitedly.

  I lapped and began to suck and swallow her delicious nectar while she sighed lightly at my efforts.

  "Oh yeah, this is going to be so good. Are you going to be my sex slave then?" she asked quickly.

  "Yes, I'd love that" I admitted, swallowing excitedly.

  "So would I; you've awakened a side of me I like a lot. You're going to give me head all the time whenever I want and you're going to beg to do it too" she continued, clearly aroused beyond belief now as I pleasured her while she thought of ways to assert her dominance over me.

  "Fuck, why didn't we do this earlier? No matter. I've always wanted an amazing lover. So what should you call me then? Ma'am? Mistress? Mistress Pat has a nice ring to it I think! And you will be going down on me all the time, as much as I can handle at any rate. That's it, now go lower and lick my bum, yeah like that. Where was I? Oh yeah and another thing. Now that you've asked me this, it's too late to back out. I am not going through the disappointment of you offering yourself on a plate to me only to withdraw the offer. Hey, why is it that you want me as your Mistress but you've stopped giving me compliments?" she suddenly asked me.

  I immediately started up with a string of compliments as she settled back and relaxed, just enjoying her younger lover tell her how incredible she was while he rimmed her.

  Pat continued thinking up ways I could please her; increasingly our sex life focused on her pleasure anyway, mainly receiving oral and the rest fell into place around that so my sudden suggestion wasn't that out of place and we were both clearly turned on by the idea. Blurting out that I wanted to hand even more pleasure and power to her, really turned Pat on. She told me a few months later that it was fantastic knowing she had a lover in his twenties who would do anything she wanted. But that afternoon, she kept me in the jeep for a while longer, occasionally thinking of an idea we could try in which would be all about her.

  Once Pat felt we'd established ground rules, she told me she would be out tomorrow night with her friend Hazel and a few others and I could join them midway through the night.

  Saturday night came round and I found Pat in the bar with the gals, a mixture of ages from Pat's age down to Tracy at 28. I offered a round of drinks and could tell a few glances were put my way; Pat was obviously revelling in the fact she had a fit young lover to go home with. I also had my first taste of how she would try to show superiority when I sat in a booth at one point with her, Hazel and Tracy.

  "Get us more drinks head boy" Pat told me and I jumped to do so.

  When I returned, they were looking at me with amusement.

  "I told them why you're my head boy" said Pat drunkenly.

  I gulped as I realised she was really pushing me but I was hugely turned on. I was even more embarrassed when a drunken Hazel asked me how Pat had managed to have me so submissive to her needs and if I had any friends who loved going down so much, to send them her way.

  Pat seemed to revel in her new found sexuality and I noticed even other guys seemed aware of her confidence, one of them attempting to chat her up at one point. However, she soon must have decided she was becoming more horny and announced we were leaving. We said our good byes and Pat was beaming with a beatific smile at her clearly envious friends' stares as we left.

  Once back at my place, she was even more aroused and wanted to sit on my face; I stripped and lay on the bed as she peeled her clothes off drunkenly, before clambering up the bed and sitting down heavily, her pussy settling over my mouth.

  I immediately began to lick her pussy and noticed she was watching me intently. At 44, Pat wasn't overweight at all, but her legs weren't skinny either. Rather they were just sexy as hell, full thighs kept in check by regular visits to the gym and as she drunkenly settled on my mouth, her weight pressed down too, adding to the excitement I felt and of course being at her mercy. At first, she seemed content to let my tongue do the work and even let out the odd sigh, indicating she was enjoying it. The alcohol was preventing her from reaching her orgasmic peak though and this boiled over into frustration gradually. Pat didn't say anything as such, but her hips began to move almost involuntarily and her crotch moved possessively over my face. Within 5 minutes her occasional movement was now a steady back and forth grinding which let her stimulate herself on my chin, mouth, lips and nose. The steady fucking limited me to gulping in air then leaving my tongue out for her to slide over. I'm not claustrophobic in the slightest so I found it no problem but Pat had heard my breathing become louder.

  "Gasp all you want, but I'll move when you've given me an orgasm" she said to me.

  I tried to nod, which I could barely do and looked up at her.

  "Yes Mistress Pat" I managed to say and she looked down at me.

  "Ah yes, Mistress indeed. Well, help me cum then" she stated and moved into the final stage of her build up to orgasm.

  The pace increased and Pat was now moving faster, back and forth on my lower face and lifting her asscheeks up when her pussy was over my mouth then pressing her cheeks down hard onto my mouth which of course meant my nose slipped into her pussy. Then she would slide back down my face again. As she did this faster, her legs held me harder too and I could feel myself more aroused as she simply used me to cum. When I thought I couldn't take any more she moved even faster and now she was getting closer to that plateau of pleasure. Her pace increased and she was now grinding down hard and fucking my face as fast as her crotch could move. She looked amazing poised above me, groaning as her orgasm came closer and finally her thighs clutched my head like a vice as she screamed out.

  "Oh fuck, I'm cumming on your face!" she yelled out as her orgasm hit hard.

  I did what I could and it wasn't for a full 5 minutes that she went from fast to medium to slow and finally stopped moving altogether. My face was red and glistening as she rolled onto her back and let me kiss down her body as she lay back recovering from orgasm

  "Talk dirty to me" she said suddenly and smiled as I began to compliment her, telling her what a privilege it was to have my face fucked by her.

  "You know, my marriage meant all the things a woman should gradually enjoy and look forward to never happened. I mean, I love sex and I love oral more than anything but in my twenties, I compromised far too much. Well, no more. I'm going to enjoy all the things I could never enjoy sexually before. I'm putting my desires first for a change and I know exactly what I want. I want to be made to feel like the sexiest woman in the world, I want an orgasm whenever I feel like one, I don't want to have to run around doing what a guy wants, I've had enough of that. It's time a guy realised he should be making an effort for me. I'm just warning you, because this isn't a phase, this is what sex will be like with me" she declared proudly.

  "Whatever you say Mistress" I wisely concurred and she sighed in amusement at my subservience to her declaration.

  "I remember being 17 and kneeling down to give my first blow job. Well, that is just a silly memory now. From now on, I'll be the one standing and enjoying my man doing all the kneeling. Hey, that reminds me. I have to get some skirts which flare out a bit, you know, if we end up out somewhere and I get too frisky to wait until we are indoors" she contin
ued, obviously enjoying the idea of what I would be doing to her and what she fully intended to enjoy.

  After a very long session of being licked out, Pat was shaking to another orgasm and made no objection when I eagerly mounted her and slipped my rock hard cock into her wet folds.

  Over the next few weeks, Pat enjoyed the odd bout of socialising, letting me buy her drinks basically and having the feeling of being wined and dined by her younger lover. For my part, it meant regular oral sex for her with intercourse thrown in for good measure. We would still stop off in her jeep about twice a week and she stayed over at my place almost every weekend now, or I stayed with her. She likened our sexual liaisons to having a great meal then being handed the dessert menu. Often, I would bring her to orgasm then lick her gently and gradually build her up to a second orgasm, before she would let me fuck her. This was her way of saying she wanted dessert first.

  She had already commented a couple of times that she thought I was very handsome and it turned her on no end to fuck my face hard, knowing I would let her, yet other girls had no idea what a total pussy hound I was.

  Then a few weeks later, Pat was moving to another part of the business and was hosting drinks in the usual haunt in town for close colleagues and friends. As the evening wore on, people made their goodbyes until Pat was still there with just a few friends and me. The bar was quiet as it was a Thursday and having the Friday off meant Pat had picked a week night to have drinks. Of course, most people were working the next day hence the bar slowly quietening down. At one point I was speaking to her as she about to use the women's toilet when without warning she grabbed my hand and ventured in. It was empty and she proceeded straight to the end stall, of which there were only 3. I was slightly worried about being thrown out by a bouncer at this point, but Pat was drunk and past caring. She used the loo quickly then stood up, ushering me to sit on the toilet lid. When she realised this wouldn't have me at waist height, she had me kneel instead and held back her knickers with a gleam of arousal in her eye.

  "Hurry up" she urged and did I ever.

  Part of me had to admit this was exciting but another part of me thought about being caught and reasoned speed was of the essence. However, alcohol has a funny way of delaying orgasm and Pat was only halfway there when the main door opened and we heard voices. A few girls were together and none of the voices sounded familiar but I could hear a discussion about make up and then some of the cubicle doors near us being slammed shut. One girl seemed to still be at the mirror as her voice was further away and they kept up a conversation. The girl must have approached the cubicle we were in because she tried the door and that's when I realised Pat hadn't bothered to lock it. To her credit, Pat didn't panic too much but the girl let out a silent gasp. Pat shrugged her shoulders in apology and dropping her skirt, simply walked out of the cubicle and headed for the exit. I hurriedly scrambled to my feet to follow when the girl gasped again; it was someone I was at school with and she was probably only 2 years older than me. She didn't look embarrassed, just really surprised as it was evident I had been performing oral sex on an older woman. I went bright red as I mumbled a whispered apology and followed Pat to the door. Once there, I pretended to be on my mobile so that it may have just looked as if I'd stumbled into the wrong door whilst talking but no one seemed to notice. I assumed Pat would want to leave immediately but instead she asked me to get a round of drinks in for her, Hazel and Tracey, who were still out with her. I did so and walking back to the table, I saw my old school colleague with her friends. She perhaps hadn't told them what she had witnessed as none of them gaped at me, but she smiled a knowing smile and stopped to talk.

  "Long time no see" she quipped sarcastically.

  "Um, hi Lynsey. So you still live in town then?" I asked.

  "Yeah. You bought a flat near the park last I heard, didn't you?" she asked me.

  "Yeah. Good investment. Well, I'd best be going" I stammered.

  "Sure. Hey, my friend Jenny, she's the one over there wearing the red skirt and white blouse. Well, she really likes you. Don't worry I won't say anything about what you were up to she's a great girl. She usually goes running in the park every Monday" she added, smiling as she walked off.

  I was intrigued and slightly turned on. Jennifer wasn't a classic beauty, rather a girl with a fairly sexy body and long dark hair, 2 or 3 years older than me. I wondered if she meant something innocent and then reasoned I should forget whatever it was as Pat would be furious if I even looked at anyone else.

  The End.

  Patience and Self-control

  Abigail didn't know it was possible to fall in love so quickly. Yet here she was falling deeper and deeper in love with him. Jonathan was quite unlike anyone she'd ever met. He spoke with such confidence and authority; his sexy southern accent practically melted her whenever he called. His creative mind impressed her even though it sometimes kept her off balance. Her feelings for him were disconcerting, yet strangely comforting at the same time. Did he have some kind of magical control over her? Was he right for her? Abigail was past caring; she loved him and that was enough for her ... at least for now.

  While the idea of hiking the Shenandoah National Park during the summer wasn't too appealing, Abigail was thrilled at his impromptu invitation. It was an opportunity to be with him again and this would easily offset any discomfort a little hike might bring.

  Upon arriving at the park, they set out upon the Deadening Nature trail and headed off to explore the wilderness. They walked leisurely through the forest, talking and enjoying each other's company. Abigail actually found the canopy of tall oak trees quite comforting. It created a rather romantic atmosphere and served to temper the stifling summer heat.

  After walking for several hours, Abigail asked, "Could we take a break?"

  "Of course," he replied.

  He spied a nice little clearing about 50 yards off the main trail. He walked hand-in-hand with Abigail to that location. After taking off his daypack, he withdrew a blanket for them to sit upon.

  "You think of everything," Abigail said playfully.

  He just smiled, handing her a bottle of cold water.

  "Thank you," she said.

  They sat and talked for what seem liked hours, neither of them in a hurry to go any further. 'This place was wonderful,' she thought. He sensed her daydreaming and placed his hand onto hers. She blushed, realizing he was staring at her.

  Looking intently into her beautiful green eyes, he asked, "Abigail, do you trust me?"

  "Implicitly," she replied.

  "Good," he said, grinning.

  He rose from the blanket, extending his outstretched arms to her. Abigail took his hands and joined him.

  "Close your eyes?" he asked.

  She did as he requested, wandering what his intentions might be. He retrieved a wide strip of black velvet material from the daypack and proceeded to place it securely around her eyes.

  "Now open your eyes," he said.

  "I can't see a blessed thing," she responded. She instinctively brought her hands up to her eyes.

  "Stop!" he commanded.

  "Okay," she said softly, sensing a bit of anger in his voice.

  "Are you sure you trust me?" he asked again.

  "Yes darling, I love and trust you completely," she replied.

  "Okay Abigail, let's see. Extend both of your arms directly in front of you," he instructed.

  Without hesitation, Abigail did as asked. It only took her a few seconds to realize what was being placed around her wrists... handcuffs. She heard clicking sounds as the metal objects tightened around her. Secured and blindfolded, she began questioning her judgment.

  Abigail felt a hand grasp the chain between the cuffs. A gentle pull prompted her to slowly walk in that direction. After a short distance, the pulling stopped. She felt his hands securing something to the handcuffs. Then without warning, her arms were suddenly raised above her head. She staggered backward as the pulling continued. Momentarily puzzled, Abiga
il soon figured out what had transpired; she had been tied to a large tree.

  'How well did she know this man after all?' she thought. A shiver of fear went through her body as she pondered her situation.

  "Jonathan?" Abigail asked apprehensively.

  Silence was all Abigail heard in response to her plea. She could neither see nor hear him, but was certain he was there. She could sense his presence. His eyes were upon her, watching her intently. Momentarily, she felt his breath on her face ... yes, he was close indeed. His beard tickled her cheeks as it brushed her. By the location of his breath, she knew his lips must be very close to hers. She desperately yearned for him to kiss her and diminish her fears. But the anticipated kiss did not come.

  The dreadful silence made Abigail increasingly nervous. Her legs began to tremble slightly. 'Why wasn't he speaking to me,' she wondered. All she could hear was a faint rummaging sound. She wondered what he might be trying to find.

  Her mind snapped back to reality from a tugging on her white cotton blouse. She felt the top of her blouse being pulled forward. Then a cool pointed metallic object was placed against her skin. It slowly traced the "V" of her neckline. On the second pass, the object paused at the bottom of the "V" and quickly vanished. As the pressure on her blouse relaxed, she realized the top button had been removed. She felt the metallic object touch her chest, parting the material and exposing the top portion of her breasts.

  The next button of Abigail's blouse was pulled forwarded and it too was removed, opening her blouse even further. By now, Abigail had registered the metallic object to be a knife of some sort. Wild, vivid images raced through her mind as he methodically cut each button from her blouse. She wished he would say something, anything, but silence was all she received.