Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  Again she tenses, her breasts are reacting, her nipples are tightening and tingling. She wants this, oh God, she needs this. His mouth moves back to her ear and gently his tongue traces the outside, his breath still warm. Lifting his arm from her side he moves her hair back from her neck, now his mouth is on her neck, she let's out a moan and throws her head back into him. He grabs her hair and pushes her head back down, he continues to trace her neck with tiny little kisses. He whispers, "Do you like this?"

  She doesn't answer, she simply nods her head. He releases her hair and moves his hand down to touch right above her knee, resting it there, teasing her. He rubs the muscle in her leg then slowly moves his hand up her thigh, pulling her skirt up as he does. He slowly moves his hand until he can feel the heat from her body. Using one finger he traces her panty line, again she lets out a moan, this one comes from deep inside her. She's on fire now, she needs him to touch her. He gently slides his hand into the leg of her panties and cups her pussy, feeling the heat.

  She arches her back into him parting her legs, silently begging him to touch her. Using his middle finger her gently taps on her lips, never touching her clit, that is swollen and sticking out from between them. She wiggles into him, breathing heavy, sighing loudly.

  Leaving his hand still he is in her ear again, "Do you like this? Is this what you want?"

  "Yes ..." she moans. Her breath is hard and quick.

  "Tell me what you want." he whispers.

  She moans loudly and presses into him, spreading her legs open, lifting one slightly off the ground to offer him her pussy. He doesn't move.

  Still in her ear he laughs softly, "Can't speak? Well, your body is speaking loudly. I think you want me to touch your pussy."

  "Umm..." she moans, still pressing against him.

  He quickly takes his hand away from her and moves them up to the top of her panties, grabbing the top he roughly rips the dainty lace and throws them to the floor. Now she's really panting, pressing her ass back into him. He pushes her into the bar and rubs one ass cheek with his hand while holding her bent over on her chest. He slaps her ass cheek, once gently then again a little harder.

  She's so wet she feels the juices running down the inside of her leg. She doesn't want him to stop. He can do anything he wants with her. Taking his hand he gently opens her cheeks, then slowly he rubs one finger down her ass over her hole. She's moaning now, non stop, low guttural noises. Almost like an animal.

  He thinks she is part animal. He takes his finger and touches her again, this time grazing her pussy, slipping one finger inside. He feels her tighten around her, he pushes deeper.

  "Yes .. Oh God yes .." she's moans.

  He takes his finger out, tastes her juices, she's so wet and hot. The heat nearly burns him. He puts his finger back in and moves it in and out slowly. She's squeezing him, pulsating around his finger. Again he takes his finger out, this time putting it to her lips, she sucks it in licking it like she does his cock. Tasting herself on his finger. He loves when she does this. He moves his finger back to her pussy, this time he puts two fingers inside her. God she's so wet. He takes his fingers out and slides them over her asshole, teasing it, tapping on it. He keeps putting his fingers inside her and then out to her asshole until she's making noises that really only animals do. He wets his fingers one more time and goes back to her pink ass, gently he slips the finger inside her. He pulls it out and slips it inside again. It's so tight, his cock is so hard.

  She begs him, "Please."

  He doesn't ask what, he doesn't have to, he knows. He pushes his finger back inside her ass, she is so tight and she's squeezing his finger.

  "Touch yourself", he demands of her. She doesn't argue, she quickly touches her clit, rubs up and down her lips, then back to her clit again. She presses into it and starts rubbing it hard. He loves when she touches herself, he continues to pump her ass with his fingers. She starts to scream, she's coming. She starts moving her ass all around, pressing into his fingers, he can feel her convulsing.

  He reaches around with his other hand and feels her breasts through her lace bra, her nipples are hard. They get so tight and hard when she comes. He loves this. He caresses her breasts and watches as she returns from her trip. She starts to get still, and he slowly removes his fingers. She collapses onto the bar, her legs are trembling, her breath is quick and heavy.

  He moves his fingers back to her pussy lips and continues to rub her clit slowly. She moans and stays still. He flicks her clit and rubs it hard and quick. Her breath is heavy now, coming in short gasps between her moans, she's so hot. She's ready to get fucked. She reaches back and grabs his cock. She's not finished yet. She has to feel him inside of her. He continues to tease her clit and then slides his fingers into her pussy. She's still so wet. He loves how hot she gets.

  Again she moans, her breath quick and ragged, "Please".

  She reaches back and grabs his cock. He's so hard. She grabs onto him and moves her hand up and down it, squeezing it. She runs her fingertips over the tiny opening at the tip and feels the wetness. This drives her crazy, she knows he's turned on. He loves to make her come. He loves to watch her come. She's so like an animal.

  She can't wait any longer, she grabs his cock and guides it to her pussy. She wants him inside her, she needs him to fuck her. He wants the same and pushes his cock into her roughly making her take all of him, pressing her into the bar.

  Her moans are screams now, "Oh God, yes please fuck my pussy, give me that cock, yes ... yes ... yes ..." he continues to push his cock in and out of her, she still screams. Now you can't even make out her words, she's like an animal growling, almost howling in pain. She's coming, juices gushing out of her, his cock is buried deep inside of her.

  He continues ... pushing and pushing and pushing. She's grinding her ass into him, trying to take every inch. He's panting now, his breath is heavy. He slams his cock into her convulsing pussy and he can't hold it any longer, he comes deep inside of her, continuing to slam into her, feeling her pussy convulse in orgasm at the same moment his juices are flowing out into her. He collapses into her, pushing them both onto the bar.

  Their breath is coming in gasps now. Their hearts are pounding loudly. Their legs are shaking, barely holding them up. Slowly, they begin to relax, he slips from her. Wet, running down both their legs. They begin to move apart and stand up.

  He turns her toward him. Looks at her beautiful face, kisses her, once, twice, his tongue playing games with hers. They pull apart and give each other a smile and she giggles. He looks her in the eye and says, "Hey baby, how was your day?"

  The End.

  Double Tease and Denial

  "Hi sweetie, how was your day?"

  My wife, Patricia, greeted me at the door with a smile, and not much else. She had panties on.

  "Good, but I'm tired. It's been a long week."

  Patricia let me put my shoulder bag down before she took me in her arms and kissed me. I held her in my arms for a while before I heard her say, "Richard's coming over tonight."

  Great. Now instead of spending the evening relaxing, I'll spend the night locked in the basement. I do that for her so Patricia and Richard can have the rest of the house to themselves.

  I let out a sigh and followed Patricia upstairs to the bedroom. It was a few minutes after 6. After I undressed, I stood in the corner with my hands behind my back. Patricia went into the bathroom to take a shower.

  While Patricia was in the shower, I thought about how much I enjoy her sexually teasing me. She has total control of my orgasms. She keeps my cock locked up in a stainless steel cock cage. The only time she takes the cage off is when she teasingly masturbates me.

  Once or twice a week, Patricia has me undress and lie down on the bed. She chains my wrists together to the headboard, and my ankles together to the footboard. After I'm chained securely to the bed, she gets the cock cage key from her jewelry box, and unlocks my cock cage.

  My cock cage key hangs from a gold
necklace. She wears the necklace when we go out together, or when she goes to see Richard. If anyone asks her about the key, she calmly tells him or her about my cock cage and how she sexually teases me.

  After Patricia puts the key away, she takes off her clothes, and straddles my thighs. She puts baby oil on her right palm, and strokes my cock. Since I'm locked up, it doesn't take long for me to get hard and ready to cum.

  Patricia's masturbated me hundreds of times, and she can feel through her fingertips when I'm about to cum. Right when I'm almost ready to cum, she calmly takes her hand away. She'll say something like; "I need to stretch my fingers for a while." She waits until I get flaccid enough that the head of my cock is touching my abdomen or leg before she resumes stroking.

  Patricia brings me to the edge of orgasm anywhere from 6 to 12 times. Then, she'll stop, clean my cock and balls with a washcloth, and wait for me to calm down enough to lock back up. Sometimes, she'll squat over my face and have me get her off orally once or twice. Afterwards, she'll lie on the bed next to me relaxing, while my cock throbs from her teasing.

  Around once a month, after the edging, Patricia will let me have an orgasm. It's usually a big explosion. She'll lie on the bed next to me for a while, clean up my cock and balls with a washcloth, and lock me back in the cock cage. After the cock cage is securely locked on, she'll unlock my wrists and ankles from the bed.

  Patricia also has total control of her orgasms. I use my mouth, hands, or vibrators to help her orgasm as much as she desires. Depending on how she feels, I help her have about 20 -- 30 orgasms a month. I'm pretty sure she masturbates while I'm at work as well.

  About two years ago, Patricia decided she wanted a boyfriend. We weren't fucking, and we weren't going to fuck. Patricia and I talked, and I saw how much she missed fucking. I wanted her to be happy and sexually fulfilled, so I gave her my blessing to find a boyfriend. She met Richard a month or so later, and has been seeing him since.

  Once or twice a week, she goes over to Richard's place to spend the night. She comes home the next morning, after I've left for work.

  About a year ago, Patricia told me that she wanted Richard to come over and spend the night once in a while. She gave me a week to figure out where I would spend the night while Richard was in our home. I decided I would lock myself in the basement, so they would have the rest of the house to themselves.

  Patricia came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head. She sat down at her make-up table. I liked the way she looked with no makeup, but she always made herself up for Richard.

  After Patricia finished putting on red lipstick, she got up and put on a red negligee. I liked seeing her naked, and she obliged me at times, but she always put a negligee on when Richard came over.

  Patricia came over to where I was standing with the cock cage key and my Kali's teeth cock cage. I wondered why she wanted me to wear the Kali's tonight? Usually, she had me wear the Kali's because she wanted to torment me.

  Sometimes, Patricia has me wear the Kali's when she's relaxing in bed and I'm helping her have lots of oral orgasms. It's difficult for me to ear her pussy and not get erect. Other times, she'll walk around the house topless while I'm wearing the Kali's. She knows how much her breasts arouse me, especially when all I can do is look at them.

  Yep, I'm not allowed to touch my wife's breasts without her permission. I have to earn my breast caressing time. Patricia lets me touch her breasts for 2 seconds for each orgasm I help her have. I have to accumulate at least a minute of time before she'll sit down and let me caress her breasts. It's another way for Patricia to tease me with her body.

  Patricia unlocked my stainless steel cock cage, and locked the Kali's on my cock. It hurt at first, but my erection subsided after a couple of minutes.

  Patricia followed me into the basement. As I walked over to the corner of the basement, I saw a naked woman, on her knees, gagged with a whiffle golf ball gag, her wrists locked behind her back to the basement wall.

  "Surprise!" Patricia exclaimed. Yep, I was surprised. Now I knew why Patricia locked the Kali's on me. It was going to be a long, painful night, chained next to a naked woman. I saw that she had another whiffle golf ball gag in her hand. "Put this on, lock yourself to the wall, and I'll explain.

  I buckled the whiffle golf ball gag on my head, and knelt down on the floor by my chains. I locked my leather wrist restrains behind my back to the ends of the chains. I looked up at Patricia, and she was grinning.

  "This is Richard's wife. He came over before you got home, and locked her to the basement wall. She enjoys bondage and sexual teasing as much as you do. Richard and I thought it would be a great idea to introduce you two.

  "However, we don't want you talking to each other tonight. That's why you're wearing the whiffle golf ball gags.

  "Oh, one more thing. If you touch her in any way, not only will I punish you, but I'll let Richard punish you too."

  Patricia turned the baby monitor on, and went upstairs. It was just before 7. I sat down on the floor. She turned the basement light off when she reached the top of the stairs.

  When I could see again in the dim light, I saw that the woman was still on her knees. I relaxed as much as I could. I knew we were spending the night locked in the basement. I wondered if she knew?

  After a few minutes my eyes adjusted enough that I could see the woman better. She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair and nice size breasts. Her areolas were amazing. They had to be at least 4 inches in diameter. Her nipples looked like little dark brown bumps on a tropical island. I winced as Kali's teeth dug into my arousal. Yep, Patricia had found a new way to torment me.

  Around 8:15, I heard the doorbell ring through the baby monitor, and smiled. Finally, I'd have something else to distract me from the naked woman's breasts. Something that would cause me less pain from Kali's teeth. Richard was here. I heard them greet and walk into the dining room over the baby monitor.

  I heard Richard ask, "What's for dinner?"

  "Sirloin steak, mashed potatoes, and peach pie for dessert," Patricia replied.

  My stomach growled. I hadn't eaten since lunch and wouldn't be eating until tomorrow afternoon. I wondered when the woman last ate.

  The woman had been kneeling upright since I locked myself in the basement. I saw that she was still on her knees but almost sitting on her ankles. I'd seen petite women do that, but not a woman as curvy as her.

  I won't bore you with the rest of the dinner conversation. It was the kind of dinner conversation any couple might have. The woman and I weren't mentioned.

  After dinner, Richard and Patricia went into the living room and turned on the TV. As to whether or not they watched TV, I have no idea. If Patricia wanted to say something and not let me hear it, all she had to do was turn the baby monitor transmitter off.

  The TV was on for a couple of hours. Sometime during that time, the woman went back to kneeling upright.

  Richard and Patricia went upstairs to the bedroom around 11. Soon afterwards, the sounds of sex came over the baby monitor. I don't think they were putting on a performance, but it's hard to be sure. They were definitely more enthusiastic than I was used to hearing.

  I was more interested in the woman's reaction. When she heard the sounds of sex, she rocked back and forth on her knees, like she was getting fucked. I could see by her erect nipples that she was aroused listening to the fucking.

  After a while, I heard Richard command, "Slave, you can relax now." The woman sat down. I was impressed that she could kneel for so long. Sure, the floor was carpeted, but the sub-floor under the padding was concrete. I don't think I could kneel for that long unless I was bound in a kneeling position.

  I was tired, so I lay down as best I could. The woman and I were sharing a corner of the basement, and there wasn't much choice in the way I could lay down. My head was facing the corner. After a while, the slave woman lay down with her head facing the corner. I couldn't touch her, but I could hear her breathe.

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nbsp; When I woke up, the basement was brighter from the morning sun. I looked over at the clock on the opposite wall. It was 6 in the morning. During the week, I get up at 3:30 to get ready for work, and sleeping chained and naked on the floor doesn't lend itself to a long night's sleep. For me, this was the most boring time.

  The slave woman woke up around 7:30. She sat up, and we sat in the basement looking at each other until Richard and Patricia woke up a bit after 10. Well, they may have woken up earlier. We heard the sounds of fucking a bit after 10.

  The slave woman closed her eyes and her nipples hardened to the sounds. I was amazed at how much she seemed to really enjoy listening to her husband fuck my wife. I don't ever fuck Patricia. I wondered if Richard fucked the slave woman.

  About 15 minutes after the sex sounds stopped, I heard Richard command, "Slave, stand up."

  The slave woman stood up. I saw that she was wearing black stiletto ankle strap pumps. The heels had to be 5 inches, maybe 6. No, there was no platform, either. I also noticed that she was wearing a leather chastity harness. The leather was a light tan, almost the same color as her skin.

  I heard the shower running. After 25 minutes, I heard Richard and Patricia heading to the dining room for brunch. Again, I won't bore you with the conversation. They talked about when they would see each other again.

  In times past, this was about the time that Richard would leave, and Patricia would come down to the basement and unlock me. But with the slave woman here, I had no idea what was going to happen next. I was hungry and thirsty, and I assume the slave woman felt the same way.

  About 12:30, Patricia came downstairs with two plates of food. She put my plate down on the floor in front of me. She brought a TV tray table over, placed it in front of the slave woman, and put her plate on the TV tray table. There were scrambled eggs and buttered toast on the plates. I heard her laughing as she went back upstairs. Since the slave woman and I were chained and gagged, all we could do was look at the food.