Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  "Now there is nothing to do but wait. Come here, sit by me," he ordered her.

  Violet obeyed. She watched as he tied the thong once more around his wrist then around hers. Then she saw him stretch out on the bank, lace his fingers behind his head and go to sleep. Eventually, the heat of the tropical Sun made her drowsy as well and she curled up beside him and fell into a fitful nap. Her dreams full of hopping spiders. :. It wasn't until late afternoon that the sleens and the hunters caught up with them.

  All through the day, every ahn or so, Prometheus had roused himself and tossed pieces of tarsk into the river, feeding the carnivorous school of Bint. He had begun to think he'd have to hunt up another tarsk before he heard the barking not more than a pasang or two off.

  He tossed the last of the tarsk remains out into the middle of the river, the water boiling again, then he moved downstream along the bank for a few dozen yards. He untied the loop about his own wrist and tied it around Violet's, then, he looped her bound wrists over his head. "Hold on to me, no matter what."

  "Yes, Master."

  He dived from the bank with the girl on his back and swam strong and fast for the far bank. All toll, Prometheus spent less than half an ehn in the water before scrambling up the far sticky clay bank and mounting it. He could see his disturbance had drawn the school of bint to his location. He unhooked the girl's wrists from around his neck, then stood, calmly staring back across the river.

  The sleens came, howling, straining at their leashes, overexcited by being so close to their elusive prey. The hunters stared across the bank at Prometheus.

  "Come back across with the girl and you will not be killed. We promise your life will be spared and you will only be enslaved."

  "I'd prefer death, but, today I chose neither. Go back," he cautioned. "If you try to cross the river you will never see your home again."

  "One man, even with so big a knife there in your belt, is no match for three men and six sleen. You're a fool, Inlander, to let us catch up with you. But, even a Jungle man has his limits, eh?"

  Then, giving out a bellow of triumph, the hunters signaled their pack to cross. Prometheus didn't stay to watch the inevitable, but led the girl away from the bank and under the trees.

  As it was, moving back beneath the dappled shadow of the canopy, they could clearly hear the fish thrashing the water in their feeding frenzy, could clearly hear the agonized cries of the sleen and the men as they all were eaten alive. Prometheus could see Violet cringe at the sounds of men and animals dying in pain. As for himself, he felt nothing for any of them. The men had threatened to enslave him rather than offering an honorable death by combat. They had insulted his honor, a grievous crime. As for the sleen, they would have as eagerly devoured him as the Bint had devoured them.

  Fuck them all, each and everyone, he thought. And it wasn't as if he hadn't warned them. :. The slave most carefully followed as Prometheus ran along jungle paths scarcely discernable among the brush and leafy creepers obscuring the Rainforest's floor. She stepped where he stepped, trusting that he knew better than to tread on a serpent or poisonous bug.

  Finally, just before nightfall, they reached a clearing of colored grass and Prometheus stopped in the center of it. He made a complete three-hundred sixty degree turn, scanning the hemming tree line. He listened. The monkeys in the canopy were relaxed enough to bicker amongst themselves. Birds sang and squawked undisturbed. Insects chirped contentedly in the grass.

  He nodded, apparently satisfied with what he saw and sensed. "Kneel, slut."

  She immediately sank to her knees on the colored grass, spreading shapely thighs. He bent, untied the girl's wrists and sat beside her on the carpet of multi-colored grass. She felt his rough fingers at her chin, which he used to turn her face completely toward him. He inspected her features closely.

  "You are a lovely creature," he said. "And you dance well. That is what doomed you into my kolar girl, that dance, back in the slaver's tent. What name are you allowed?"

  "Violet, if it pleases you, Master."

  "Eeh," he smiled. "It does please me, just fine."

  His touch, his nearness had made her flesh grow hot, Violet felt the roots of your fiery hair grow sweaty. She'd not been used for more than a week and her unusually high slaveheat began to assert itself.

  "I can smell you girl," he chuckled. His voice was deep, arrogant. Amused. "As I smelled you back in Schendi."

  "Yes, Master."

  She knew it was true. There was something about him which aroused her deeply. Merely from his hand on her chin she had grown wet, wantonly oiled. Violet had told the truth back in the trees when she'd said she wouldn't runaway. There was a fascination about the dark man which stirred her on an animal level, a primal instinctive level beyond thought or control.

  He released her chin and put both his hands to her breasts, hefting them, weighing them in his scarred palms. She sucked in her breath as the pads of his big thumbs grazed over the hardening nubs of her nipples.

  "Master," she breathed, in a husky sultry tone. And pressed into his touch.

  He chuckled again, the undisguised lustful expression of an aroused satyr, before pinching her nipples, twisting them between fingers and thumbs. She hissed, the bittersweet sensation of pain and pleasure shooting straight to her sex, her ringed clit flushing to full hardness between her open thighs.

  "Master," she said again. Now, an urgent undertone to her expression.

  "Eeh? What is it, slut."

  "Girl begs, Master."

  Again, the too knowing, too haughty laugh. His cruel touch flinting sparks off her hard nipples, then closing around the full globes of her tits, squeezing them painfully, possessively.

  "Girl begs," she whimpered, her midnight blue eyes brimming.

  It happened quickly. One second he was sitting before her, mauling her breasts, and, seemingly, the next he had shoved her backwards onto the grass, her legs scissoring wide and he was between them. He pulled aside his loincloth, its under linen, freeing his cock which bobbed out long and thick. The glans had throbbed out fully from its dark hood of foreskin, it gleamed with precum as he took both her wrists, pressing them into the grass as he loomed over her.

  Violet could see the Sky growing a pale purple above his head and shoulders. As the brief tropical dusk came on the Evening Star winked into existence. Then the slave forgot the Sky, the stars, everything but the feel of his large cockhead brutishly spreading her drenched folds and fucking into her. She cried out at the violent penetration, her lusty scream fleeing across the clearing and into the surrounding trees. The chirping of the insects in the grass ceased but she did not notice, there was room in her awareness only for the man on top of her who slave-raped into her without mercy.

  Prometheus felt the girl's cunt reluctantly opening around his intruding phallus. The massive crown shoving wide her walls, which were slick and molten hot. He felt their circular rings of muscle grab his violent pole in a fluttering, rippling vise grip as he stretched her, stuffed her full in a long even stroke which only ended when the bulbous cock knob thudded against her back wall, distorting it inward and his balls smacked up obscenely to the curves of her uptilted ass.

  She was tight, incredibly tight, as if she were a glana still in white silks. His jaw muscles bunched as he hissed through clenched teeth, her heat and constriction galvanizing his cock, sending strong thrilling jolts into his heavy balls sac, setting its load of Seed to roiling.

  He fucked her there in the clearing of the variegated grass, as twilight came on, then dusk, then true darkness. Her cries ripped through the night, he released her wrists and her hands sought his body, nails scratched his shoulders and back as the slave beast in her was uncaged. As roughly as he speared down into her so did she hump up, her breath rasping as she sought to impale herself completely onto him, to give all that she was to him, to become bound to him beyond mere collaring.

  How long he rutted the girl Prometheus did not know. The mating existed in a timel
ess void where he was aware only of her clenching rippling walls, the taste of her lips beneath his. They fucked, animalistically, artlessly, savagely.

  "Master please!"

  He would have preferred the fuck to go on forever. The girl's body was as skilled in extremis as it was with the Dance. But, Prometheus could feel his will-power crumbling beneath the seduction of the slut's skillful slave cunt. He could feel the undeniable pressure of his own climax roaring down upon him.

  "Release, beast," he snarled out, ramming viciously into her over and over. "Release on Master's cock."

  And she did, her body shuddering, jittering out of control as she wailed a banshee's scream into the night and came in a volcanic explosion. Her frantic gyrations beneath him chain-reacted against his senses, over weighing his tipping point and Prometheus thick column of dark meat recoiled within the slave, flexed, and he shot his ropy boiling load of seed into the writhing girl. He sent his own deep bellow rumbling out into the darkness as the splotched trail of the Milky Way, the Backbone of Night, began to shine in the dark heavens. His sac leapt, discharging the creamy kiln hot cum into the girl, breeding her at last, scent marking her as the Alpha's girl. Beneath him, her orgasm proved so intense she fell into a swoon, even as her luscious body continued to shudder and shake with after-tremors.

  When her senses returned she felt his hand in her hair, his phallus in her mouth, down her throat as he used her to clean himself. She gagged and he pulled from her face, allowing her head to fall into his lap.

  "Thank you, Master," she said, her throaty voice subdued, her body sated for the moment.

  "Among my people, masters are called maulana."

  "Yes, Maulana. How does a girl say thank you in your tongue?"

  "Asante."

  "Asante, Maulana."

  "Eeh. The girl is welcome, karibu. You may sleep now. I'll stand watch. I wish to look at the stars tonight. To listen, lest they wish to speak to me."

  "Yes, Maulana. What is the word for yes?"

  "A slave says bee when saying yes to a Free person."

  "Asante, Maulana. Bee, Maulana."

  He smoothed a hand through her red hair, inky black in the night. "Sleep, beast."

  Violet curled her naked body against him, her head in his lap. She could feel his seed running warmly from her and she smiled content. She knew she would sleep well and there would be no bad dreams of sleens or spiders. She was full in her Maulana's protection now, and as long as she was she would be fearless. She had seen what he could do. After all, he'd defeated three men and half a dozen sleen with nothing more than a dead tarsk.

  She knew her master had no need to fear the night time predators of the Jungle, for he was, himself, one of their kind.

  The End.

  Office Whore

  I sat staring out the window while drumming my fingers on the desk. I had finished typing up all of the reports and entering all of the data as had been assigned to me. It was then that I noticed the window ledges and the bookshelf were dusty so I rose from my chair to clean them. As I tidied up the place I thought back to my initial interview.

  "Tell me about yourself." It was the standard first and boring question. I reviewed my qualifications; they reviewed the job responsibilities. It was pretty cut and dry. Then the man who would be my boss concluded by asking me why he should hire me. Without saying a word I dropped to my knees and moved between his legs. As I did, he unzipped his pants. I began by licking his thick cock before taking it completely into my mouth. I had already been hired. The interview was a formality...and basically a role play.

  I had arrived to my first day at work dressed to play the part. I wore a loose fit but extremely short black skirt; panty-less underneath. My legs adorned thigh-high stockings which rose to just below the hem of my skirt; on my feet, 5-inch black stilettos. My blouse was a white, a semi-shear button down, fastened only half-way up in order to show my cleavage. But I wore no bra underneath so my nipples were noticeable as well. It was a private office of only six gentlemen and myself. They did their business by phone and elsewhere so there would never be a client present to witness my wardrobe.

  The first day I was there I was greeted with some apprehension and perhaps intimidation. The men were anxious like excited children but reluctant to take full advantage of my position. Within the next few weeks however, everyone would get more comfortable with the situation.

  It started with little comments about my tits and ass. Then they got a little bolder, brushing up against me in the break room rubbing the bulges in their pants against me. They started a little game of dropping things in the hallway. They'd ask me to "get that" which I would do with a smile as I turned and bent exposing everything beneath my skirt which of course was without panties. I did some menial office tasks such as filing, data entry and the typing of reports. But mostly I had been hired as entertainment and as decoration. I was there as a voluntary sex-object for them to playfully harass. I was there to make the work environment more fun and I enjoyed it.

  I would receive either a call or an email requesting my presence and promptly rise from my seat and proceeded to the appropriate office. After some time it got to be that I knew which services were desired and performed my job without instruction. Yesterday I received two such service requests.

  The first came early. I had barely situated myself at my desk when the call came to report to the Vice President's office. I entered the room to find him seated on the leather sofa to the left of the room. He was on the phone but motioned for me to come to him. His belt and pants were already undone. I sat to his right and slid my hand inside his pants and onto his hard cock which I playfully stroked before pulling it out. When he finished his call I moved to kneeling between his knees and took him into my mouth. I sucked his dick for maybe two minutes before he came. Once finished, he zippered up and returned to his desk. I left the room, no words exchanged.

  After lunch I received an email from another associate. This one would be fun. I walked into his office. I giant smile crossed his face as he slid back from his desk in his chair. I stepped in front of him, facing the desk and bent over. With my legs spread wide and my ass in the air he slid his firm hands up my legs, under my short skirt and onto my ass. Then he dove in. This guy ate pussy like it was his job! I had to cum twice, preferably three times before he'd be satisfied enough to let me leave. And that's all he ever wanted. I was the dessert to his lunch.

  Today we had guests in from out of town that would be attending our weekly staff meeting. The staff meetings were always fun because at their completion I would always strip for the team and perform lap dances for those that requested. It was great fun and the guys would actually tip me which was on top of my regular salary. Our out of town guests were pleasantly surprised by this routine. There were three of them. Two were very attractive guys, I'd say in their late 20s. The third was a gentleman closer to my father's age. When the show was finished, my boss called me into his office for some additional instruction regarding our guests. While he explained the plan to me his hand slid up my skirt and he rubbed my wet pussy. I was sitting on his lap. We finished our discussion as he fingered me. Before I was allowed to leave he pushed those two wet fingers into my mouth and made me lick them clean. Secretly, I really loved that!

  The evening came and I arrived at the hotel in which our guests were staying. Before getting out of my car I looked into my purse for the three room keys I had been handed earlier. I was nervous about the older gentleman. I knew that he was married and I strictly did NOT do married men. But my boss had told me not to worry about it and that they guy knew. I wasn't sure what that meant but figured I could always leave if I had to. Regardless, I would save that one for last. I was much more enthusiastic about the other two.

  First I went to room 585 and then to 610. They were both fun but I spent a little more time with the second guy. After I finished with the first one and exited his room I felt dirty but excited. I went down to the bar and had a drink before
getting back into the elevator and pressing, "6". When the second guy answered my knock I was excited again as I entered the room. He fucked me hard twice. By comparison, the first guy although enthusiastic had been a bit shy. It had made me feel like such a good slut to fuck them like that, one after another going from one room to the next.

  But I left the second room knowing I had one more room to visit and that one made me nervous. I knocked on that final door with butterflies in my stomach. The man from the meeting answered, smiled and welcomed me inside. My nerves were instantly soothed as I stepped into the room and was introduced to his wife who was sitting on the bed. She was a beautiful woman, probably about my age in fact. Her red hair fell in large, soft curls just past her shoulders. She wore a blue and white chemise with lace trim which complimented her curvaceous figure.

  "I'm just going to sit here and watch," the man said with a smile as he took a seat at the send of the bed. My nervousness was replaced with excitement as I stripped myself of my clothing before crawling onto the bed to join his wife. I buried my face between her legs and drank from her pussy while he sipped his mixed drink. She was lovely. I kissed her entire body and he jerked off while watching us play.

  The next day at work my email in-box was full of thank you emails from our visitors. In classic style the two younger guys included several dick pics with their emails. The older gentleman sent me a gorgeous, erotic photo of his tasty little wife. That was one that I would view while discreetly fingering myself at my desk during the weeks to come.

  The End.

  The Gift

  Lily twirled a loose lock of hair in her hand and eyed Tom from across the table."Another drink Master?" she asked.

  Tom just nodded.

  Lily was feeling rather impatient. Tom and Lily decided to go for dinner and a movie but she had other things on her mind at the moment. Namely his large cock. Being his Slave she was hesitant to start worshiping his cock without permission but she couldn't help it, she was hungry.