Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  G cannot stop himself as he feels himself losing control. The cool-warm sensation combined with the thrill of Mistress on her knees servicing him causes him to cum almost immediately!

  Mistress never stops sucking and swallowing his cum as she takes it all in before she quietly and calmly gets up; holding a ring in her fingers as if to say I found it!

  G cannot move - so shell shocked. This is the first time Mistress has ever serviced him like this. He feels so special.

  He looks over at his wife and is thankful her eyes are still closed. He looks adoringly at Mistress, as she too notices the closed eyes of his wife!

  Mistress ignores all around them as she drapes herself over G, giving him a wet, sloppy tongue fucking kiss. G is delighted at the warm salty taste in her mouth as Mistress spits cum into his mouth. G sucks greedily on her tongue as he eagerly swallows it down and smiles! He knows Mistress always makes him clean up after himself, licking every last drop of cum up.

  Mistress winks at G as she removes her blanket with a smile, folding it and putting it away just in time for the descent! What a flight!

  The End.

  A Perfect Couple

  Paula and Bob, the perfect couple

  Paula woke up to feel the warm body of her husband at her back. She had a headache from drinking too much last night but as she closed her eyes to try and get some more sleep the phone rang.

  "Hello." She said gruffly.

  "Hi honey. You still in bed?" It was Bob, her husband.

  Aghast, she looked over her shoulder to see who was in bed with her. It was a black man, a nigger, as she always referred to black people. She dropped the phone.

  She quickly picked it up off the floor, to hear bob saying, "What happened, you okay honey?"

  "Yeah, I'm okay, I just dropped the phone. Where are you, are you coming home soon?" She had to know to get this situation sorted out. She was wide awake now, but everything was still fuzzy.

  "I'm still in San Francisco and probably won't be able to get away until tomorrow."

  Thank God she thought, there's time. But he was going on, "....so this thing is going to last longer than....." She didn't hear what he was saying, but trying to think of what had happened at Glenda's party last night.

  He was still talking, "......and with luck we'll be through tonight and I'll call you in the morning. Bye honey."

  "G'bye babe." She said as she hung up.

  She hadn't heard much of what he'd said except that he wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning. It had been a church thing at Glenda's but there'd been a lot of wine, and she'd got drunk. Someone had said she shouldn't drive, so this man, this black man had offered to drive her home.

  The minister, Cal, was changing things, trying to integrate the congregation, and had brought a black man, Clarence, in as assistant pastor to help things along. She and Bob were thinking of changing churches because they wanted nothing to do with niggers. They lived in a totally white part of Atlanta in a gated community. They'd never mixed with those people and never intended to.

  It started to come back to her now. As they drove she started to wonder if it was true what they said, that black men had big cocks. So she'd reached over and put her hand in his lap.

  "Please don't do that." He'd said

  She'd laughed and continued to feel around for his penis, finally finding a soft lump of flesh in his pants. He'd pushed her hand away. Who did he think he was, rejecting her, the homecoming queen at her college five years ago?

  Next thing she remembered was having her hand inside his pants and finding his penis, and as she caressed it it stated to swell.

  Clarence was having difficulty driving. "Please stop what you're doing." He said and tried to push her hand away.

  "That's more like it." She said as it started to harden in her hand.

  Next thing she remembered they'd pulled into the driveway and had stopped. She had his cock out and was trying to get her mouth on it.

  "Stop that!" He gave her a hard shove and got out of the car.

  He came around to her side and opened the door. Her skirt was hiked up over her thighs, and she turned toward him and opened her legs.

  "You wanna fuck me Clarence?"

  The rest was hazy, but she remembered him dragging her into the house and she'd gone limp in his arms. He must have carried her upstairs but nothing was clear from there. She'd clearly kissed him; kissed those thick lips that were so sensual. Then she recalled being on her back on the bed, legs wide open as he pounded her.

  She was still fully clothed except for her panties, and he had just taken his pants off, and he was fucking her hard. She felt his big cock stretching her and was loving it. She had always enjoyed fucking, but this was the first man she'd had since her marriage.

  Now she sat there in bed looking at this black skinned man. Black people had always repulsed her, but Clarence didn't, in fact he looked very handsome. She got up to take a pee, then instead of getting up got back into bed. She reached under the covers and found his now-soft penis.

  He woke up. "I gotta go to the bathroom."

  She told him where the master bathroom was and waited anxiously for him to come back. Then asked him to get back in bed with her. While she was up she'd taken an alka seltzer and was feeling better, and when he got back into bed she'd leaned over and kissed him.

  "I'm sorry about what happened, but you were persistent." He said

  "It was entirely my fault, but I think I enjoyed it – I was so drunk."

  They kissed again, but now a deeper, sexier, lots of tongue.

  "We shouldn't do this." He said. "This is wrong."

  "You mean because you're black and I'm white?" She asked him.

  "No, because I'm the assistant pastor at your church. I could be in a lot of trouble."

  She pulled away from him. "Look, I don't believe in the races mixing any more than I believe in people having sex with animals, but you caught me at the right moment last might."

  He started to get out of bed. "I don't need to hear any of that stuff. I think I'd better be going."

  "No, please. I'm sorry, I want it, I want you now. There's nothing racial about it, I want you as a man." At the same time she was thinking that if anyone saw this man coming out of her house her life as she knew it was over.

  He got back into bed slowly and they kissed again. "Where's your husband?"

  "He's in San Francisco until tomorrow."

  As they kissed his hand touched her thigh and moved over the top of her thigh-high stocking to the soft inner thigh.

  He pulled away, "You've still got your stockings on." He said with a smile.

  "Should I take them off?"

  "No I like the feel of them." He kissed her again, but this time the kiss was deep, all tongue.

  His searching fingers found her wet slit and slipped inside. With his mouth he found her breast, then her nipple, and fingering her clitoris and sucking on her breast he brought her close to orgasm while she moaned with pleasure.

  At the same time Paula fondled and stroked his fat hard manhood that was now dripping. The fondling and kissing went on until she had to have that big thing and she rolled over on her back and as he nestled between her legs the head of his penis found its mark and slipped into her.

  "Oh God, yes...yes...yes." She breathed and gave a deep sigh.

  Slowly he moved in and out of her vagina, her wetness lubricating her eager hole as his large penis moved like a piston in and out, gradually picking up speed until he was moving at a steady rhythm. She had never before known or enjoyed such sex. Her husband was really the only person she'd known for a long time, but he couldn't match this.

  She responded with rhythmical grunting and the occasional moan when he hit a sensitive spot and whispered and muttered obscene encouragement.

  "There, there, fuck me...gimme that big cock."

  Then, "Oh so good.....harder....faster..fuck me hard."

  Clarence too was enjoying their love making. This love
ly woman had kept on at him last night, and as the new assistant pastor he knew that this was wrong. Finally he thought he'd resisted the temptation long enough, so when he'd carried her up to lay her on her bed and she lifted her skirt and pulled off her panties, he'd taken off his pants and laid down between her open legs.

  She'd reacted like an animal, a demanding animal. Their lovemaking was savage and overheated. Afterward he'd undressed and got into bed with her. He'd gone to sleep and slept soundly only to find her touching him again first thing in the morning.

  Now they were fucking again and again she was like an animal, having multiple orgasms until he finally ejaculated into her hot vagina. They lay together and she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him.

  "So good. That was the best fuck I've ever had. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm." And he felt her squeeze his penis with her vaginal muscles.

  They lay together like that until they both started to fall asleep.

  He woke with a jerk. "I gotta get going."

  "I'll fix us some breakfast quickly." Paula said as they kissed then he rolled off her.

  They ate breakfast quickly and he said again he had to leave.

  "I'm sorry, but you can't be seen leaving here. I'll put the car in the garage, then we'll both get in it and drive out. The chances are you won't be seen." Paula said.

  The both went upstairs to put their clothes on. As they started to dress he looked up to see Paula bending over by the bed with her back to him, and between her thighs he could see he pubic hair. When he reached out and touched her bottom she stopped what she was doing, then moved her legs slightly apart.

  He got up and stood behind her then slipped a finger into her and she responded by falling forward on her knees on the bed, her back to him and legs spread. His penis was now fully erect and spread her open with his thumbs and pressed his penis into her sopping wet vagina which was already full of his sperm.

  Not a word had been said but she gasped as his large penis thrust deep into her. He gripped her hips in his strong hands and started to thrust hard and fast, with each deep thrust his scrotum and testicles slapped against her labia. This was giving her such intense pleasure that she cried out, almost in tears.

  Suddenly her back arched and she felt a series of spasms jerk her whole body in one huge climax, and her vaginal muscles grabbed his penis so fiercely that he started to ejaculate and shoot deep into her.

  For a few moments he held on to her hips, then released her and she continued to get dressed. Still not a word had been said. They both quickly dressed and Paula hastened downstairs, out the door and moved the car into the garage and closed the door again.

  They had a last cup of coffee before going out through the house to the garage. Even over coffee they hadn't said much because both of them were thinking about the future. How would they react when they met at a church functions? Could they meet again? Did they want to meet again?

  They got into the car but before Paula could start it Clarence leaned over and kissed her, his hand cupping her breast. Then his hand slipped under her skirt to touch her soft inner thigh.

  "I want to see you again." Paula said.

  "I'd like, no, love, that."

  "We couldn't meet in public."

  "I know." His fingers had found their way under the leg of her panties. He pulled his hand away and took a card from his wallet and gave it to her. "Call me."

  "I will." With the remote she opened the garage door and they drove out into the sunlight.

  Epilogue: Bob got home on Sunday morning, and after lunch went to play golf. When he came home he told Paula:

  "You know what Fred said? He said he saw you in town yesterday with a nigger in the car. I told him that wasn't funny, but he insisted it was you."

  "You're friend Fred is crazy." She told him, but she had an awful sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.

  The End.

  Surrogate

  Marvin Pellingham knew that he had made the right choice when he saw the first client that walked through the door to the consulting room.

  He had lied through his teeth on the job application, about his experience, his length, his age, everything. But who believed that 20-year-old male virgins would exist in this day and age?

  Not Dr. Susan Huttenlocker, thank God. Marvin forced himself to shift his gaze momentarily from the client to Dr. Huttenlocker's magnificent thirty-year-old breasts. But only momentarily. His eyes were immediately drawn back to the client. She was a timid, withdrawn, mousy woman of about 25. She seemed to be even more nervous than he was. Her eyes were dark pools of anxiety, windows on a universe of pain. Marvin found himself immediately drawn to her. She walked over to the chair by Dr. Huttenlocker's desk and sat down.

  "Cynthia, I would like you to meet Marvin," Dr. Huttenlocker said. "Do you remember that last time we talked about using a sexual surrogate? That's what Marvin is here for. He is very experienced, has worked at the Keiser Institute in Chicago and the Kundalini Center in Big Sur, California. I'm sure he will make you feel safe, won't you, Marvin?"

  Marvin nodded and gulped. He had kind of made up the part about the Keiser Institute and the Kundalini Center on his resume. In fact, when he first saw Dr. Huttenlocker's want ad in the Free Press, he wasn't even sure what a sexual surrogate was. It sure did have a nice ring to it, though. Sounded like a very good job indeed. Marvin had immediately looked up the term in the dictionary. He had gotten the names of the Keiser Institute and the Kundalini Center through a quick internet search.

  He hoped he was going to be able to pull this off. He really needed this job.

  "You can touch Marvin, Cynthia. You can touch him anywhere. And he won't hurt you. He is not like your father. Marvin will not even move if you don't ask him to," Dr. Huttenlocker said in a soft soothing voice.

  "Go ahead, touch him. Touch him there, Cynthia. You don't even have to open his pants if you don't want to.

  "Go ahead, get closer to him."

  Cynthia got up from her chair and began walking toward Marvin. Her moist eyes darted about nervously and glanced back at Dr Huttenlocker seeking relief.

  "You're almost there, Cynthia. Go ahead and touch him. You can do it. He won't even move. Will you Marvin?

  "Just lean back in your chair, Marvin, and let her touch you. Do not even move."

  Marvin leaned back in the easy chair as Cynthia began to approach him. Her hand reached out tentatively, trembling. She was actually going to do it. She was going to touch Marvin where no woman had ever touched Marvin before. And he was actually going to get paid for it. Marvin's heart began to race faster. He felt himself grow hard as Cynthia's hand came closer to his trousers.

  "Go ahead and do it, Cynthia. It is the only way to overcome your fear. Marvin won't bite. He won't do anything we don't tell him to do. You are perfectly safe here. Just reach out and touch him."

  Cynthia hesitated, then reached out to place her fingertips lightly on Marvin's by-now-throbbing penis. Her touch felt electric, even though two layers of fabric separated his skin from Cynthia's trembling fingers.

  "That's not a touch," Dr. Huttenlocker exclaimed, rising from her desk. She stretched her athletic body, displaying her magnificent breasts to even greater advantage, and then walked over to Marvin's chair. Marvin inhaled the subtle aroma of her perfume. It was even more enticing than yesterday's.

  "This is a touch," she said, gently rubbing her hand up and down Marvin's straining shaft. She briefly held Marvin's aching balls before tracing her hand upwards again and wrapping the finger firmly around Marvin's rock-hard shaft, squeezing it firmly.

  "That's what I call a touch. Now you try it, Cynthia. Go ahead, you can do it. I have faith in you."

  Cynthia looked at Dr. Huttenlocker with those deep dark eyes, gulped, nodded, and reached out to grip Marvin's tool firmly in her hand.

  She was definitely getting the hang of it.

  She even reached down to briefly cup Marvin's aching balls through his pants. Cynthia was surely giving it
the old college try, Marvin thought.

  "Now I want you to take him out," Dr. Huttenlocker told Cynthia, her bright blue eyes sparkling at her pupil's success. "Go ahead, unzip him."

  A trace of fear showed through Cynthia's dark eyes as she tentatively reached out for the handle on Marvin's zipper. She began to gently tug it down, and Marvin found himself arching his back to afford her a straighter path down his crotch.

  Cynthia managed to get the zipper all the way down without even a trace of a panic attack.

  "Now I want you to take him out, Cynthia. Go ahead. Just relax. You can do this. Just take him out."

  Cynthia ran her tongue across her lips as she pulled Marvin's jockey shorts down, exposing the tip of his shaft. The lip licking appeared to be more a nervous attempt to moisten her dry lips than the result of lustful thoughts aroused by holding Marvin's engorged member.

  "Touch him, Cynthia. Touch his bare skin."

  Cynthia reached out and touched the bare skin of Marvin's penis. He felt an electric charge go through his body as her long fingernails briefly traced their way around the hood of his shaft.

  "That's not taking him out, Cynthia. This is taking him out," Dr. Huttenlocker said, as she yanked Marvin's jockey shorts down further, exposing the full length of his shaft and his balls.

  "Isn't he beautiful, Cynthia? Go ahead, touch all of him."

  The fear was even more evident in Cynthia's eyes, which were now partially hidden by her wild black hair. Nevertheless, she reached out to trace her fingers all the down Marvin's shaft and over his now-aching balls."

  "Good, Cynthia. Very good. That wasn't so hard was it?" Dr. Huttenlocker asked. "Now I want you to undress him."

  Now Cynthia's eyes grew wide with fear, and she began to shake her head back and forth.

  "You can do it Cynthia. Look how far you have come. I will help you. Stand up, Marvin."

  Marvin stood up at best he could with his jockey shorts pulled halfway down his thighs and his organ jutting out like an artillery gun at full salute.

  Dr. Huttenlocker came around behind him, and he could feel her pubis against his naked buttocks and her firm breasts pressed tightly against his back as she reached around to unbutton his shirt.