Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  The blood in my veins felt like liquid fire as my back arched, pressing my breast farther into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the darkened areola, and I gasped when he rolled my hardened nipple between his teeth sending mixed signals of both pleasure and pain racing through my body. When he finally released my nipple, the shock of the cool air made me shudder against him, teasing the hard ridge of flesh resting against my leg. Colin groaned softly as he rolled away from me again. I made as though to follow him, but found myself suddenly flat on my back once more and throwing my head back in exquisite pleasure as out of nowhere, he dragged my vibrator back across my breast. I had completely forgotten I had tucked the little toy in my bra when I changed into my PJs, and I realized he must have discreetly pocketed it when he was busy torturing my breasts.

  I swallowed a moan as he grazed my nipple with the vibrator again. Then he kissed me fleetingly and whispered in my ear, "Flip over."

  I did just as he asked, and then did him one better by pulling my leopard print shorts to my knees and skillfully removing my lacy black underwear and tossing it in the direction of my bra. I could hear him unzipping his shorts behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of khaki top off the growing pile of clothing on the floor.

  He sighed with pleasure as he pressed his rock-hard dick into my ass. My tight little hole resisted his efforts at first, but he wasted no time and merely slipped forward, thrusting into my dripping wet cunt to effectively lubricate his dick. When he pressed the head of his cock against my asshole once more, he slid inside me easily.

  "Ohhh..." I moaned, shuddering uncontrollably around his pistoning cock. Colin grabbed my hips with his hands, pulling himself deeper inside of me. After a few more long hard thrusts, he pulled out of my ass and sunk into my pussy. I gasped and rocked my hips back against him, driving the head of his cock right into my G-spot. Biting back a scream of ecstasy, I focused on the feel of him inside my pussy, completely naked.

  "You feel...so good," I whispered shakily. It was as though I could feel absolutely every ridge of his dick as he thrust inside my tight cunt. Soon though, he realized he was reaching the danger zone and pulled out of me yet again.

  "You wanna roll back over and do this a bit more traditionally now?" he asked as he dug in his shorts for a condom and swiftly took care of protection. I grinned wickedly at him from over my shoulder, and rolled onto my back and spread my legs. He leaned over me, lining up his cock with my pussy, and I reached up, took his face between my hands and kissed him fiercely, delving my tongue into his mouth. As he plunged inside me, my pussy clutched tightly around him, and my gasp was lost in our kiss.

  Rhythmically, he glided in and out of me with long, steady thrusts. I bucked against him, driving him deeper inside me than ever before, meeting him thrust for thrust. I clawed at his shirt, yanking it over his head, and relished the warmth of his bare flesh underneath my hands as I held him close. He seemed to notice my urgency.

  "You wanna get on top?" he finally offered. Usually, I turned him down, but tonight...I kissed him hard in response, pushed him up, back, and over on his back, and positioned myself above him. Slowly, I lowered down onto his erect cock. On the air mattress, I had enough room to straddle him comfortably on my knees, which allowed me to ride him in earnest. Bouncing up and down on his cock, I stifled another moan as he stroked my G-spot deep inside me. I leaned forward to press a quick kiss to his lips before I leaned all the way back, threw my hands out behind me to catch myself, and drove him into me at a whole new angle.

  "Oh God, Colin..." I breathed as I rode him feverishly.

  "Dear," he interrupted. "At this pace, you are going to break off my penis." I slowed, smiling sheepishly. I rolled off of him and lay back innocently.

  "I'm sorry, dear," I said quietly. "It's just...I want you inside me so badly. I can't get enough of you."

  He grinned mischievously back at me, kneeling over me again. "Oh? Is that so?" He sunk into my cunt swiftly, and I bucked wildly against him. He plunged into me again and again, sinking in so far that his balls slapped against my ass with each thrust. The intensity of our fucking was incredible; I didn't think it could possibly get any better. That is, until he brought out my little friend to play once more.

  Colin slipped the vibrator between us and teased my clit with the buzzing toy, sending shocks of pleasure sparking along every nerve in my body. Coupled with his fervent thrusting, the sensations proved too much for me. My pussy soon clenched around him tightly and my hips arched completely off the mattress as the waves of my climax suddenly crescendoed and he rode me through the most powerful orgasm of my life.

  Miraculously, he did not lose himself to his own climax, and he continued drive his dick into my cunt to the hilt with growing speed. Dazed though I was and gasping for air, I did have enough presence of mind to wrap my legs around him tightly, forcing him even deeper inside of me. My hand reached down between us and took control of the vibrator still teasing my clit mercilessly. As I tortured the little nub of nerves and Colin's dick rammed repeatedly into my G-spot, I searched frantically for his lips with my own. I kissed him hard as my free hand grabbed his ass roughly, which only renewed the frenzy of his thrusts. My breathing soon grew harsh and ragged, and I bucked against him frantically, trembling as second orgasm sent me spiraling over the edge. My pussy convulsed around his dick in the aftershocks, yet he still managed to hold on.

  "Oh yeah...Fuck me," I purred in low voice.

  "God, yeah," he grunted in reply. Pulling back for a moment, he hoisted my legs over his shoulders. Then he slammed into my cunt even deeper than before as spasms continued to wrack my body from the overload of sensations.

  Unbelievably, I was climbing towards a third orgasm when Colin impaled me with his cock at the peak of his own. I could feel his muscles bunching beneath my fingers as he froze, shuddering slightly as he came inside of me. I milked him for all he was worth, my own cataclysmic aftershocks still shaking me freely. Then he collapsed against me, both of us panting and sweaty in the aftermath.

  I kissed his forehead gently, and just lay in his arms, catching my breath. And I realized, for the first time all week, I had finally managed to beat the heat.

  The End.

  Looking Glass

  Robin needed to relax. Her favorite way to do so was to do some self-bondage. Something about the ropes wrapping around her body relaxed her. Master had taught her how to do a full body tie and today was the perfect time to practice. Robin started with a warm bath and thought of the time when Master first tied her in his ropes.

  Closing her eyes and drifting off into a light sleep, Master's image came into her mind. Without realizing what she was doing, one hand cupped her breast, her other hand went down between her legs. Robin felt her pussy contract as her fingers rubbed her clit. She pinched her hard nipple. Slowly, she rubbed her clit, while Master's image wrapped the rope around her body. With each wrap of the rope, her body started to tremble. Her fingers twisted her nipple, pulled on it as her climax started to build. Her finger's pinched her hard clit, as the first wave shook her body, clamping her legs around her hand.

  Carefully standing up on her weak legs, Robin stepped out of the tub. Taking the large bath towel hanging on the rack, Robin dried her body. Staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she combed her hair still thinking of her Master. When she was done with her hair, Robin walked back into her bedroom towards her dresser where she kept her toys and ropes. Robin selected a few ropes from her drawer of different lengths and textures, placing them on the bed. She also selected a few clothes pins and placed them on the bed by her ropes. Picking up the longest rope, Robin walked towards the full-length mirror that was in her room.

  Uncoiling the rope in her hands, her image growing larger in the mirror, her tanned body bathed in the sunlight coming though the window stared back at her. Standing in front of the mirror she held the rope in her hands, feeling the texture of the rope that would be wrapping around her body. Clo
sing her eyes, she remembered that first time.

  When Robin opened her eyes, Master's image appeared in the mirror. He was behind her. His hands were lightly resting on her shoulders. His mouth was next to her ear, the image of him behind her made her body shake with pleasure. Robin felt her pussy contract and get moist. Gasping at his image, Robin let the rope fall to the floor.

  "Relax, slave, I am here to help." Master whispered.

  Without hesitation, "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." she whispered.

  "Now bend over, pick up your rope and we will begin." Master whispered.

  "Yes, Master."

  Robin doubled the rope folding it in half. Placing the loop over her head, measuring the distance for the first knot that was just above her breasts, Robin slipped the loop back over her head measuring the distance for the second and third knots. The fourth and last knot was for her clit. Knowing that knot would torment the most, she shivered.

  Before she slipped the loop over her head, she placed the rope back though the loop that was to go around her neck, leaving a large circle. Stepping into the circle, raising the loop over her head she lowered it around her neck. Carefully pulling the loose end tight, the rope tightened up towards her freshly shaved pussy. She felt the rope touch her clit, adding a little more pressure tightening the knot more firmly on her clit.

  The next step was to separate the strands, one for each side of her body. Reaching behind her back and pulling the ropes over the top of her breasts, she then began threading the rope just above the first knot and then bringing the strands back behind her body. When the rope tightened above her breasts, she drifted back to the time Master did this to her.

  Robin was in Master's dungeon. She was standing in the center of the room naked. A lit candle was the only light in the center of the room. Making their shadows dance on the wall, his arms holding the dark strands off the rope.

  Her legs felt weak and she felt her pussy contract, flooding her inner thighs. Her body shook at the sensation of the rope pulling a little tighter on her pussy. Looking over her shoulder she began running the loose strands under the rope behind her back, all this while Master was watching her in the mirror. Robin saw him smile when the breast rope went back under her breasts. Threading the loose strands under the second knot, pulling them behind her back adding more pressure to the rope, it was then she dropped one strand of rope.

  "Relax, my slave, let me help you." Her body quivered as she heard his calming whisper in her ear.

  Closing her eyes, Robin started to feel the ropes move on her body. Master's hands taking the rope around her body tightening the strands. His warm moist breath was on her neck, sending signals straight to her pussy, the clit knot increasing the pressure on it as Master adjusted the rope. He finished the tie, knotting it on her waist. Master placed his hands on her shoulders, gently sliding them down her arms, stopping at her elbows. Feeling his grasp tighten around them, his lips kissing her neck, her body shuttered at his touch.

  Opening her eyes, she saw his eyes gazing over the ropes that wrapped around her body. Her body betrayed her as a shuddering orgasm rushed through her. Standing there in his grasp, her body shaking as the waves poured through her, her knees buckled as Master held her in his strong arms. As the waves subsided, her legs to weak to hold her, Master laid her on the floor. The glow of the candle fading as Robin closed her eyes.

  "Time to wake up, slave," Master's voice penetrated her foggy mind.

  "Yes, Master." Robin said opening her eyes. As her eyes adjusted to the brightness, Robin realized that she was in a different place. She was inside the mirror now looking at her body lying on the floor. The ropes were still tied around her, Master's hands resting on her shoulders. His cock rubbed against her ass.

  "Follow the path of light, slave." Master whispered.

  As Robin turned to walk away, a white glow appeared surrounding her. She turned her head looking back at the image on the floor shrinking from view. In the distance, Robin saw a cabin in a meadow with smoke coming from the chimney. There was a man cutting wood in front of the cabin. As she got closer, the man she saw was her Master.

  "Hello," he called out seeing her walk up. "Are you ready to continue?" he asked.

  "Yes, Master."

  Master took her hand in his, pulling her towards the cabin door. Master opened the door stepping aside so she could walk inside. When she entered the room, it suddenly changed into an elegant ballroom. There were people dancing to music, a party was going on. The music stopped playing as they entered, the crowd of people parting, letting them walk in. Looking down, she saw she was dressed in a red satin evening gown now. She knew the ropes outline showed though the dress.

  "Everyone, she has arrived," Master said to the crowd.

  The males in the room began to clap as Master led Robin into the center of room. Turning around Robin noticed the women were dressed like her in evening gowns. Some were topless, showing their bound breasts. Others had their hands tied behind their backs with leashes on their necks.

  Master stopped in the center of the room, raising His hand for silence. "Today we have a special guest here with us," He announced.

  Master signaled the orchestra to play. Bowing, he asked Robin to dance with him. She felt her body floating on air as she danced with her Master. A slow waltz played as they danced gracefully around the room. Master was a good dancer leading her around the room effortlessly.

  When the music stopped at the end of the waltz, Master led her to the center of the room. The crowd gathered around as Master took the straps of her gown from her shoulders. As the straps fell away from her shoulders, her breasts freed from the gown, the rope became visible to the crowd. Robin felt the eyes of the crowd on her as Master ran his hands over them making her nipples grow under his touch.

  "Stand here, pretty one," Master whispered in her ear. A slave with her breasts bound walked up to Master handing him more rope. "Now I will show the proper way to bind your slave's breasts," Raising his voice so the crowd could hear.

  "Bend over slave," he said placing his hand on her back.

  Robin bent over, her breasts falling away from her body.

  "Far enough, slave, hold that position," he said. "Always have your slave bend a little when applying this tie for better results," he told the crowd.

  The other Masters had their slave's bend, their eyes watching his hands place rope around Robin's breasts. Master started tying them with the rope. He made several loops around them. Her pussy tingled with each loop that Master placed on her body, the moisture flowing from it down her thighs.

  "Now when you have them bound, have your slave stand straight. To keep the rope in place, take the rope up over her shoulders and around her neck. Then bring the rope back over the other shoulder. This will keep the rope in place." He told the eager crowd.

  Robin stood there watching Master finish tying her breasts. Her breasts now bound with her body tie, Master led her around the room showing the crowd. As Robin followed her Master, her pussy sent shivers up her body with every step from the rope that was between her legs. Her eyes gazed down to her swollen breasts from his perfect tie.

  "Master, I am close. Please let this unworthy slave cum. Please, Master, may I cum for you?" Robin whimpered.

  Master replied, "Not yet, slave."

  Her legs trembled more with each step, she could not last much longer. Master stopped and he slid his hand between her legs parting them. His hand cupped her pussy. Her wetness flowed out of her pussy when he rubbed her clit.

  "Cum for me slave, show these people how you cum for your Master," he whispered as he kissed her neck. It happened, her body shook violently as the climax tore through her body. Master held her in his arms as the waves ripped through her and she fainted as the last wave passed her though her body. The sounds of the party faded away and it felt like she was floating on clouds.

  As Robin opened her eye,s she was still in the mirror looking back in to the bedroom. Her body was still l
ying on the floor. It was then that she noticed her breasts were bound in rope. Placing her hands on the rope, she felt the tightness of it. She sensed his presence before she felt his touch.

  Master's hands touched her back, gently stroking her shoulders.

  "Master, please tell me what is happening to me," she begged.

  "My slave, look out from the glass at your body lying on the floor. What you feel here is real. The emotions you have here happen to you out there. But here, in this world, you have no boundaries." Master explained.

  She stood in the mirror watching her image on the floor. Robin's image opened her eyes. Her hand touched the rope on her body. Robin watched as her reflection struggled to stand up. She watched herself caress her body. However, here in the mirror, it was Master's hands touching her, his fingers rubbing her nipples and cupping her breasts.

  "See, slave. Whatever you do here, she feels the same out there." Master said as his hand slid down her stomach.

  Robin watched her hands slide down her stomach. Her legs slightly parted as Master placed his hand between them. Her reflection parted her legs as her hand went down her pussy. Master's fingers slid up her wet pussy. Her image mimicked the motions. Master pulled on the rope between her legs and Robin watched as her reflection pulled on her rope.

  "Here, slave. Put these on your body, one for each nipple and two for your pussy lips." He said, handing her the clothes pins.

  Robin took them from his hand. Her nipples were already hard. She opened the clothes pin placing it on her nipple. She felt the bite of the pinch as it clamped down. Then she placed the second one on her other nipple. She watched as her image walked over to the bed. Her image picked up four more clothes pins and started to walk back towards the mirror.