Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  Burgeonie spoke again, so sweetly.

  "Every day you protect me, lie with me, bathe with me, and you think I cannot see your feelings? When we are naked, I see your staff. It's always aroused."

  His brow creased in torment. He didn't say anything though. Did neither confirm nor deny his feelings. He didn't know what to say.

  I love you? Fuck me, Burgeonie? My cock is leaking come for you?

  "Big, beautiful warrior. Let me ease your suffering."

  With that she began pumping his cock, sliding the smooth soft skin over the rock hard core, rubbing the blunt head, massaging its ridges. He couldn't hold back the single low, growling groan that escaped his lips.

  "So big. So strong," she whispered looking adoringly at his hard penis. "So incredibly beautiful."

  You are the beautiful one, he thought in his head, staring at her, breathing hard and heavy, trying not to groan aloud as she jerked him off.

  Now that they had started, they would be there for a while. Warriors lasted for hours sometimes when they fucked.

  And all Baynor could think of was orgasm, of sitting Burgeonie hard on his cock and flooding her with his come. His balls were tight with anticipation. He had failed his brothers, violated the code, and now he was here, a breath away from what he wanted, and despising himself for how it had happened.

  "Sit on the edge of the pool, my savior."

  Baynor did as she asked. You obeyed your Charge in all things.

  "Spread your legs a little."

  His knees parted and the heavy penis fell between his thighs. His head was in his hands in shame. And truly guilt was on his mind, but his body would not be ignored. His powerful heart pumped racing blood through his veins, lungs drawing air deep, everything that was physical so dramatic that the shame was quickly drowned in need. He became a creature of sex, driven by his urges, seductive and skilled.

  A moment later, Burgeonie's lips wrapped around his cock and he cried out as she sucked on his erection, as the last of his rational thought dissipated like mist. Her head bobbed up and down, the wet pulling on his achingly hard dick feeling unbelievably good. Her tongue tickled the underside of its head, laving the sensitive ridge.

  "Hold my head and move me to your pleasure, my Guardian," she ordered as she came up off him, her voice changing, deepening with desire, her own breathing labored. "I want only your pleasure. I need your body, and it needs release, so let me ease you."

  He cradled her head in his large hands, lust overwhelming guilt and shame, and sliding his penis over her wet lips before slipping it into her mouth again. Inside once more, he gently held her head down as he thrusted up.

  Oh my god, feels so fucking good, he thought over and over as he fucked her mouth, groaning from the pleasure.

  This was no Whore he was with. This was illicit and exciting, and completely illegal. It was Burgeonie, who he'd fantasized about for years, his love.

  Fucking a charge was absolutely forbidden. He knew not what would happen upon completion of the act.

  Perhaps he would be executed. An end, at least, to his suffering.

  After a little while, Burgeonie released his arousal and stood up in front of him, her naked wet body right in front of him. Her breasts were perky and full, begging to be fondled.

  "Please, touch me with your strong Warrior body. Please," she breathed.

  Baynor chanced a look up, and what he saw stunned him beyond belief. Burgeonie gazed down at him adoringly, bathing him in pure love, her love.

  It was not just him, they loved each other.

  Determined now to satisfy his love, he hooked her knee up and placed her foot on his thigh, and just like that, her secret was revealed to him, her slit unfolded before his eyes, graceful plump lips, no hair, and a swollen clit protruding.

  He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, and stroked the slit in long caresses from her anus to her clit. She was slippery and hot.

  His fingers gently spread the lips apart and he extended a long middle finger, slipping it into her cunt. She cried out in pleasure, knees trembling.

  Her vagina was tight inside and slick, and he rubbed at her walls, finding the spot he knew made women come. Relentlessly, he banged her cunt with his thick finger, and with his other hand, her pushed her lips apart, exposing her clit.

  Leaning forward, he stuck his tongue out and flicked the nubby bud, as his finger penetrated. She moaned, swooned.

  Warriors knew all about the pleasures of the bedroom, about fucking women and making them come. Orgasm was demanded by the Warrior Whores as payment for their services. So every Warrior knew how to incite orgasm with skill.

  He sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. He felt her vagina tense up, wanting to spasm.

  Ohhh, not yet, he said in his mind.

  "Bend over for me," his deep, husky voice, not heard by her in years, echoed through the empty baths. His heart leapt in shock as he realized what he'd done.

  Baynor had issued his first demand ever of a charge, utterly unheard of.

  And yet, Burgeonie turned around and complied, willing to do whatever pleased him.

  He kissed each cheek of her smooth firm bottom before she bent at the waist.

  Oh, dear god. The sight of her vulva in his face made his dick ache.

  Her cunt was fully open to him and her anus revealed. He licked thoroughly up her centre, delving into the folds, and continued up, tickling her anus with his tongue, a tight puckered gateway to pleasure. The Whores loved this.

  He pushed his tongue into the tight hole and she melted, obscene groans coming from her sweet mouth. Then he returned to her slit, inserting his tongue in her vagina, pushing it in as far as he could go. He found the spot inside her again and kept flicking it.

  "Ohhhhh, Warrior!" She panted, breathless and shaking.

  When he eventually pulled away, he asked a question of her, another first.

  "Do you want my phallus, mistress?" He whispered desperately.

  "Ohhhh! Yes, Baynor. I want your cock inside me."

  "Then choose as you sit on it, mistress. Do you wish the orchid or the rosebud?"

  He was asking if she wanted his dick in her vagina, the orchid, or in her anus, the rosebud.

  His cock throbbed as she considered. With a secret smile, he knew which one he wanted.

  "I want both," she whispered.

  Ohhhh, fuck! Me too, he said to himself.

  He angled himself up, holding his shaft in position as her hips descended and the lips of her glossy slit parted over the head of his cock.

  He pushed past her resisting entrance and then her tight, hot vagina sheathed him all the way to his balls. A ragged, carnal groan tore from Baynor's throat as she skewered herself on his rock-hard mast.

  "Mmmmmmmooooohhh! Oh mmmfffgggod! Baynor!" She screamed.

  Ohh fuck me! He swore internally.

  He cradled her firm bottom in his strong grip and lifted her off his dick a little, supporting her weight easily, then he rocked his hips so that his penis buried fully on the upswing, grazed her erotogenic spot and pulled out on the down.

  Thrusting gently, his strong, hard dick did the stroking inside her, her wet cunt and tight muscles suctioning, frictionizing his sensitive head. Semen began to pulse in his testicles, preparing to eventually ejaculate.

  He stirred her inside, curving the angle, always striking her spot. With his long arm, he reached around and took her clit between two fingers, kneading it, as he thrust with his pelvis.

  The pussy fucking was slowly but surely getting him off but he wanted to finish in her asshole, he wanted to explode as those strong muscles gripped his dick.

  He sawed into her until, to his alarm, he felt her cunt tighten around his penis beyond his ability to withstand, and he gritted his teeth and fought to hold on and not come, his muscles shivering with effort.

  And then, her vagina quivered and he felt grasping, wet pulls on his cock as she bucked in orgasm. Some of his semen must hav
e spurted when his dick and balls spasmed with her, yet nowhere near the full load. She slid off his sword, inciting another small spurt of his come, this his caught in his hand.

  "Please, now I want the rosebud," she begged.

  She stood up and bent over at the waist. He rubbed his semen in circles around the rim of her anus, lubing it up for his invasion, then he stood, his stiff erection at full mast, and gazed at her asshole before taking himself in his fist. Teasing the rosebud, he pushed the plum-like head of his cock into her snug, forbidden hole.

  The first insertion, so fucking tight, and her hot body temperature made him wobble.

  God, he loved anal sex so much. A most sacred union of trust between two people. He had even enjoyed receiving it once or twice in Whorehouse orgies, where bodies were free and you pleasured everyone as they pleasured you.

  Hell, Warriors were the best cocksuckers in the kingdom, knowing already what was liked, and penetration from a Warrior touched every pleasure spot. A Warrior fucking you from behind and another sucking your cock in front was the ultimate orgasm. He himself knew how to suck a cock until it spurted from its eye and he tasted come.

  He made small movements at first inside Burgeonie's ass, wanting to activate her erogenous spot and not harm her. And when he heard her mewling purr, he lengthened the stroke so her sphincter gripped his penis head on the way in and out. Now he could feel his semen pumping up his shaft, ready to detonate.

  Burgeonie reached for her clit and strummed it rhythmically, the wet clicking sound from her vagina punctuating his stroke. He pushed two of his large, long fingers into her and sawed in and out of her cunt while he pumped.

  "Ohhhh, yeah," he groaned, losing his fight with restraint and swinging his hips freely. "Can't hold on...feels too good... 'm gonna explode!"

  Nothing felt better than a tight asshole clutching your dick when both partners came at once. With his hands gripping her hips, his lunge became more urgent, pulling her towards him while he surged forward on each thrust.

  And, goddamn, he was going to come real soon. Like now, actually.

  "Oh fuck, I'm coming!" He hollered, a desperate, guttural cry that followed his first spasm.

  She gasped, both her cunt and her anus convulsing violently as his dick rammed the final stroke and come shot out of his cock in unstoppable blasts, creaming inside her.

  Warriors tended to come endlessly for minutes, so he pulled out and jerked his penis off as spurts of semen bulleted out of the end of his cock. Every stroke, as he squeezed hard and rubbed all the way from the base to the head, spurted come in rivers.

  He kept stroking while his balls and his penis spasmed, more of his seed shooting from the tip. His groans were endless, his penis vibrating. Warrior orgasms were earth shattering.

  Minutes later, he slowed, still hard, semen dribbling, still rubbing his cock and jerking to the spasms. When the come finally stopped, puddles of his cream on the tiles beside the pool, he sat down and laid back, calming himself with masturbation, until half an hour later his penis went limp.

  He looked over to Burgeonie to see her eyes wide in astonishment and her legs spread wide. She was rubbing her clit, and sliding fingers into her pussy. For a while he just watched her, legs spread enough that he could see her cunt hole.

  She had pulled back the hood of her clit and was massaging circles over the swollen bud. Fingers dipped in her vagina, frantically banging, then more circles.

  His penis actually grew hard again as he watched her intimate act of desperation. Apparently, the overwhelmingly erotic sight of a Warrior orgasm had placed her squarely in a state of orgastic need.

  "Here, let me put it in you," Baynor rasped, his voice thick and distorted with returning hunger. "It's my turn to ease you."

  He gently positioned her, smoothing his hands up her inner thighs and spreading them shockingly wide. Her vagina gaped beautifully, pornographically displayed before him, and Baynor was humbled by the trust she placed in him.

  With a trembling hand, he swept over her glossy crease and plunged two crooked fingers inside her feverish orifice. Darting in and out, he stirred, swirling his digits in preparation for his uncompromisingly large dick. When she was ready, he withdrew his fingers, licking them clean of her honey, and knelt between her thighs.

  Lowering himself, he guided his revitalized penis back to her crevice and jammed himself back in. Only a few moments of readjustment were needed before she urged him on. Baynor pumped his hips as fast as he could and watched her tight sex accept his pounding over and over again. His second orgasm was already on its way.

  Baynor so enjoyed looking closely at the sex act. He had often watched, from inches away, while other warriors pumped their cocks into slick pussies. He loved seeing the cock disappear and the lips stretching to fit it. And watching himself turned him on even more.

  Fuck yeah, here we go. He lengthened his stride until nearly the full length of his shaft pulled out from its home before plunging back in, and as spasms overtook him again, she orgasmed, milking every last drop of come.

  His Burgeonie in ecstasy was all he wanted, all he needed for release but this time, his balls, almost empty, shot out in a normal man's load. He shuddered, feeling no less pleasure the second time around. It was just different. He felt love and warmth instead of ripping, animal lust.

  As his beautiful charge whimpered, sated completely, Baynor gathered her in his strong arms, still erect and seated deeply inside her, he would be for some time before his manhood came to rest. He folded her in his embrace, pulling her in to the warmth and security of his massive, male body, and gently stroked her damp hair.

  When it was time to pull out, she looked into his eyes.

  "My Guard, my love. You can hide from me no longer. The laws that bind us cannot keep me from you. You are what my heart demands. I love you."

  Her voice was barely a ragged whisper, but the strength behind it stemmed from determination.

  Law or no law, a Bodyguard and a charge would be together.

  The End.

  The Inlander

  Leaving his two bodyguards outside, the tall, handsome askari with the tribal tattoo swirled on his cheek came blinking into the purple tent, out of the strong morning sunshine. The shadowed coolness was welcome after the equatorial Sun's heat against his dark brown perspiring skin.

  "Welcome, welcome, o' Worthy to the humble tents of the Dhahabu Market," said the short squat slaver, who ushered the Inlander warrior in with an ingratiating smile.

  The slaver gestured to a wide-backed rattan chair, a matching foot stool set before it. There was a table within easy arm's reach on which set vessals of food and drink. "Sit, great sirrah, be at ease. As you can see there are victuals to delight the palate and incense to stir the senses. The musicians in yonder corner will play any tune you fancy. I will send in the girls. Your merest whim is their most passionate pleasure, you may be assured."

  Traditionally, the best girls of a slaver house are featured in their purple tents. Absent was the shouted, bawdy bidding of the masses. There, where the rich men shop, a kajira's charms can be intimately sampled by the potential buyer. In the select tents, only after he has tasted what is for sale is the buyer required to make a bid, if any.

  The tall man nodded, seeming neither impressed with the slaver's servile mien nor the rich interior decorations of the large tent. He moved in an easy gait to the fan back chair and sat upon it. His deep brown skin, high-cheek boned features, his long-limbed arms and legs made him plainly of Inlander heritage. The folk who inhabit the vast Rainforest of Gor's Equatorial Belt.

  He was of the Kirotobo Clan. His name was Moto Kutwa, gifter of fire or fire giver, in the Inlander language. Prometheus in City Gorean.

  He was traveling incognito, in the simple guise of an askari, an Inlander warrior. While he had a right to don the askari regalia of leopard skin loincloth, the wicked curved belt knife, feathered headdress with amulets, bracelets and anklets of gold, panther and mamba teeth
, in actuality, he was the Mfalme, the Ubar, of the Island of Kailiuak, on the famous trade island by the same name on Lake Ushindi.

  He had just endured a week-long secret trade conference with the Schendi Council and he felt he owed himself some recreation before beginning the long journey back up-river to Lake Ushindi. The Dhahabu Slave Mansion of Schendi was well-known for its high-quality slaves throughout the Equatorial Zone of Gor. And so, it was to their purple tents that Prometheus had went. :. He drank Turian brandy and ate river-fish caviar on fresh bread as he watched the first presented girl dance before him.

  She's heavy-footed, he thought, dismissively. He was a fan of the Dance, a severe critic, and didn't appreciate dilettantes diluting the ranks. He didn't bother to suppress a yawn a few ehn through the girl's routine. The anxious slaver, sensitive the potential buyer's mood, hurriedly pulled the girl out and brought in another.

  The second girl was a songstress. Her voice was light and clear, such as to charm any master. Prometheus could see why she'd been reserved for the purple tents. But, within the walls of his palace, he had many such singers and didn't need another. He gave her a silver tarn when she finished, sparking a wide smile of gratitude from the songbird. More likely than not the valuable coin would be taken from her but it was the gesture the girl would truly treasure.

  It was the third girl who got the Mfalme's attention. The moment she thrust aside the flap and strutted into the tent he knew she was of a singular quality.

  Her walk was buoyant, agile, the balls-of-her-feet gait of a superbly healthy female. Her natural scent suffused the air, overwhelming the fainter traces of the perfumed sluts before her. Her hair was dark-hued crimson, which fell in cascading waves down her sun-kissed shoulders, framing a face a man usually saw only in his most lust-inspired dreams. Although her height was demure, the slave's breasts were full melons, capped by rose madder aureole. The pinched waist helped to form a classic heart-shaped ass, supported by shapely thighs. Her sex was partially hidden by pube fuzz as fiery as her mane. Her navel was a deep dimple on her belly and a tiny gold ring graced her pierced clit. The nails of her tapered fingers were painted green. She was naked, save for the clit-ring and slave bells at her ankles, and as haughty as any prima ballerina absoluta ever born.