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Extra Taboo - a Collection of Taboo Adult Erotic Stories for Women: Erotica for Women, by Women

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by Meredith McClain


  "Selja, he fell in love," Zack commented.

  "Every week he falls in love," added Jason.

  "This job isn't about romance, Spencer! It's about fucking, sex!" Mirjo clicked the phone. Her heels clicked on the concrete floor of the studio. "Sometimes the boys get involved. They may fall for you, Selja don't take it seriously. It's usually infatuation. Lots of men have never fucked a Swedish girl before and all the romantic history out there — well you see the results. Let me take you to your dressing room."

  A collective, "Awe!" came from the three black men. Each made a comment about how she could undress in front of them, but Mirjo ignored them and guided Selja to her dressing room.

  Selja allowed a straight business smile to cross her lips. If she could be so lucky as to have Spencer Helms fall in love with her. If it could happen. If she could give herself to him first out of the three and then they'd fall in love...

  ***

  In her small dressing room, Selja laughed along with Mirjo.

  "I know the costumes are not much, but you'll be taking them off anyway."

  Selja looked at the sheer see-through purple dress hanging from Mirjo's hand. The flimsy garment looked spectacular on Mirjo in the DVD. Her perfectly round DD breasts lay like gourmet food before the four black boys' eyes. Her purple thong her only underwear, matched the dress and her two-inch heels.

  Mirjo folded the purple sheer dress over her arm. She turned around and walked to a clothes rack full of racy garments. She pulled out another ankle length garment. "You'll wear this for the new promotion DVD, a red sheer dress." She held the dress up to Selja's body. "You like red?"

  "I love red!" Selja exclaimed. Privately she grew more confident of pulling this off. Red always put her in the mood for sex; put her in the mood to be her sexual self. Her slut persona she called it. Her passionate self leaped for joy. In her fantasies, she acted slutty and fucked lots of men. Now she could fuck lots of men and earn money for her pleasure. "I masturbated wearing a red ankle-length dress last night."

  "You poor thing. Afraid the boys might complain?”

  "Afraid I might not show up for the interview!"

  Both women laughed.

  "You'll do just fine. Spencer is really a nice guy. And you'll find you’re easily capable of handling four black men. You'll discover that wealth of lust society's buried in your being, women's being over the thousands of years. She'll come out and you'll do just fine. If anything, Selja, you'll complain when they're all limp and unable to go on."

  "Wow!"

  ***

  Selja played with her make-up and adjusted her thong. A fluffer girl named Ericka, already had the guys dicks hard. Ericka said she'd tell her when Spencer arrived, so Selja waited as she wanted Spencer to take her virginity.

  After two more minutes, Ericka came back, "He's here! Spencer Helms! I wish I was in your shoes... tonight."

  Selja push herself out of her chair. She rotated around so her butt faced the mirror. She looked bare naked under the sheer red dress. Millions of men and women, too, would see her DVD from tonight.

  "You look awesome, Selja," the redhead Ericka said.

  Selja followed Erika out of the dressing room and back into the studio.

  The place was crowded with around fifty people. A steady hum of conversation and movement hung in the air. Sound people tested their equipment. Lars hefting up the camera on his shoulders. He focused and refocused his lens. Aulis smiled as he stood and talked to the production editor. Mirjo pointed at the script of their sex act, nodding and directing when such and such would happen. The bright lights focused on a beautiful Victorian bedroom, the old style floral drapes, footstool and canopy bed complete with gauzy netting, parted.

  "All right, quiet on the set," shouted Aulis." He waved Selja over. "Selja you’re to lie on the bed. You’re dreaming. This is just a practice DVD. We may not use it at all. So just relax. You start to get horny because in your dream you imagine four black men are coming; you've invited them to have sex with you. You want them bad... but you have to wait. So you're masturbating, having a good time and then after three minutes, you slowly raise your dress, over your calves, your knees and upper thighs.

  You start to touch your sex. You touch your breasts. Then back to your dress, you raise it up over your wet crotch. Your damp flower is visible. Lars will come in for a close up. Then he'll back away. The canopy gauze will magically part on camera and the four black men will surround your bed. They call you sleeping beauty and briefly argue before Spencer solves the debate by saying, ‘She's not sleeping beauty. She's a sleeping Swedish Goddess! And I'm going to be the first one to make love to her.’

  Selja practically swooned and her knees started to buckle, but she reacted quickly, locking her knees tight. She nodded. She practiced her slut porn strut to the bed.

  Everyone comment. "Mirjo you've taught her the walk."

  "Unbelievable!"

  Walking to the bed, Selja saw Jonatan smiling, his lips as tight as the space in his jeans.

  "Be a star," Jonatan said.

  Selja climbed onto the soft bed, her skin very much aware it was a bed made for fucking. Every girl desired to fuck under a romantic canopy. She could hardly believe it. The cameras were rolling!

  On her hands and knees moving up toward the pillows and head board, she felt like a slut. A real hooker-Goddess-Priestess-Temptress-Whore! Her sex held tight by the red thong, her thong string beginning to divide her plump vulva lips.

  She lay down demure and rolled onto her back. Everyone stayed night quiet as she began to touch herself. Moaning. Whining. Whimpering for a man, men... more than one, two, three, and four. She pressed her palm on her mound. Her free hand caressed and tweaked her nipples, her sex swelling and lubing up the bed like crazy. “I'm really going to go through with it!” she thought.

  ***

  The four black boys surrounded the bed and commented.

  Spencer spoke, "I'm in love. This is not infatuation," he parted the canopy and stood there. He stared at Selja as she continued her masturbating, spreading her legs wider and wider; her slobbering sex leaking girly oils down her pussy slice onto her bum hole. Her own scent wafted into the air. The men noticed it first. Flaccid dicks grew instantly harder, breaking the concentration of even the main cameraman Lars as he hardened.

  Selja bit her lips from under her nearly tightly closed eyelids, and saw Spencer standing there butt naked. From the center of his tightly curled pubic hair, a massive jutting prick throbbed and dripped precum. Jason, Tyeson and Zack stood behind him.

  "She's mine first in doggy style," Tyeson said.

  "Mine first spoon style," Zack bolstered loudly.

  "I'm taking her first cowgirl style," said Jason, licking his thin lips.

  Spencer reached out and touched her pedicured pink toenails. "Pretty from head to toe," Spencer cooed. He wiggled each of her toes trying to wake the spread-legged Selja. "I know how to wake her."

  Spencer crawled onto the bed slowly. His dark skin bright against the white bed sheet. His heavy balls tight up to his groin. His strong biceps flexing and reflecting the muted camera light through the gauze. His black bald head gleamed in the light, his hairless face watching carefully. He gently lay his hips at her feet, his tummy at her knees; his strong muscular shoulders between her thighs.

  His head positioned right over her gushing dripping love spot. Raising his dark fingers, he parted her juicy pink pussy lips, her sex pores in her vulva showing obvious arousal. Spender sniffed and dived down to the softest meal ever enjoyed by man. His tongue gently licked up the pool of pussy juice around her opening. He furrowed his tongue and dipped into her honey pot once, twice. Then three times. Selja opened her eyes.

  Selja couldn't continue her sleep act any longer. "I can't believe it. You're real! Tell me you’re real!"

  "I'm really in love with you, Selja." He lowered his head and kept licking. He flattened his tongue and lapped at her cunt faster. Then slower. He circled h

er love space, outside her labia lips. His tongue reached and licked her clitoral hood, just on top, around the side. He carefully avoided directly touching her pearl queen.

  She let her hands move forward. Don't stop! Lick harder. Faster! She grabbed his head almost involuntarily and held it up higher so Spencer's fast darting tongue focused on her clit. Selja stiffened and pressed her black lover's face down, covered now in her love juices. She rocked him up and down her steamy groove until she came. She relaxed and dropped back to the bed.

  Spencer's low masculine voice caressed her ears. "I knew you'd give yourself to me first. My virgin."

  Selja startled, but played it off. "This was just Spencer's lines. He didn't know she was a virgin. He couldn't. He didn't. He guessed!

  Spencer smoothly slid up her body and his face met hers. Selja opened her eyes again, drawn by the pungent smell of her own salty sex, her new sex scent. Her womanly scent. Spencer's breath smelled like mint. He placed his lips to her neck and kissed it. He kissed the hallow of her neck as she waited. He kissed left and then right and entered her in one huge never-ending thrust.

  Selja threw back her head and moaned. A real moan of lust. Her eyes closed and her pretty tongue and teeth showing she'd entered the realm of sexual ecstasy as Spencer filled her up again and again. Selja rolled her eyes back into her head. Further... stars danced behind her eyes. She was coming at last; not alone but with a real man. A black man! How could she let him go? She wouldn't let go.

  She grabbed Spencer's head and brought his ear close and whispered: “ I'm in love with you Spencer Helms. Upon first seeing the promotional DVD, I've loved you! Don't disappoint me. Say you love me! Say it!”

  Spencer kept humping, arching his black hips and driving them forward into Selja's opening, expanding, stretching her love cleft. Her inner cunt flaps caressing his thick black meat, riding his slick erection as it entered deep inside her. Her inner lips clinging to his manhood as it left her pussy. The agony of him departing and the bliss of him returning, giving himself to her over and over continued until they both exploded in real cries of passion and exhaustion.

  Selja opened her blue eyes and stared at Spencer's brown hungry eyes.

  "Did you mean what you said, Selja?"

  "Every word. Every syllable. Every feeling."

  "I meant every word, syllable and feeling too, Selja. I'm ready for love with lust." Spencer pulled himself out and a pool of silvery man genes poured from her virgin snatch.

  Selja lay there waiting. Needing another cock.

  "Thanks for waking up the Swedish Goddess, because I want her doggy style." Tyeson crawled on the bed. "Come to me baby. Doggy style."

  Selja flashed a naughty smile; she didn't know where her smile came from but it felt good. She rolled on her elbows and knees and peered over her back. This high enough for you, dream lover number two?"

  "Perfect!" He put his mocha hands on her lily white hips.

  Selja grew keenly aware how lewd the position seemed. Her cunt juices and Spencer's sac gism ran down her legs, but she didn't care. She lowered her platinum blonde head to the bed pillow, her long hair covered her face from the prying camera man Lars circling around the side of the bed. She wanted Tyeson's thicker, shorter fire plug cock. Six-and-half inches of log meat. She prepared herself and bit her lips. Tyeson gently entered an inch. No more.

  Selja pushed back hard. The sudden pain gave way to pleasure.

  "I'm almost home, Selja Baby," Tyeson said.

  Selja bit the pillow. Could she take more? How good it felt. She twisted her hips, churning around his fire plug dick. She literally screwed his drill cock into her hungry sex.

  "That's it baby. Fuck me. Forget about everyone else."

  That's what they did for six furious minutes.

  Next, Zack laid Selja on her side. He pressed her knees and legs together and humping from above he fucked her again, resulting in more precious man goo mixed with clear slippery girl gism minutes later.

  After Zack withdrew, a large pool wet the white sheet. The audience members bit their tongues. Some men palmed their sex. Lars walked around astonished she lasted and didn't bolt and run. His manhood was so hard now he had to get Ericka to suck him off, so he could move holding the camera again.

  Selja knew she caused all this commotion. She was a porn star. She loved sex. She crawled onto of Zack's hips. She hovered over his fucktoy, his hard long thin cock. She let all her come run out of her and lube Jason's cock. Then Selja fucked him like a pro.

  Spencer looked forlorn with want.

  Selja winked at him as if to say, Spencer, Hon, this is just business. But between you and me, Spencer it's love, not sex. Wait for me.

  Spencer's bright white teeth smiled showing he got the message. He and Selja were now an item.

  Mirjo standing next to Aulis massaged his taut manhood "I think Spencer's found the true love of his life, Aulis." She nodded.

  Aulis opened his eyes wider, to normal size. "Yes. I believe so. I don't care long as the stud comes to work every day. They can fuck or love whatever they want."

  Selja threw her hips down onto Jason's straining hard penis one last time and he blew off. His long penis bubbled a fresh river of white cum up her opening, cooling her internal furnace, but not putting it out.

  After it was over, Mirjo whispered, "You desire more I bet?"

  Selja whispered back as they walked to her dressing room, "I sure do. But luckily we make a shorter fuck film for the Internet sites tomorrow."

  Mirjo laughed. "You're going to do just fine."

  "I'm in love with Spencer. So don't worry about him not showing up for work again."

  "I see."

  "It's real, Mirjo."

  "I believe so.”

  "We believe so. And that's all that matters," Selja said with a laugh as she left for the shower.

  ***

  The Anal Game

  by

  Evelyn Hunt

  Amy let out a sigh of relief as she walked in the last room. Cleaning the house was a chore she liked to get finished as quickly as she could after her husband, Chris, left for his office each morning. His study was always the place she ended the work.

  The forty year old couple had been together for just over a year and moved in together after their recent wedding. They were still adjusting to their new life and with Chris making good money it meant that Amy could give up the job she had grown to dislike to become a home maker.

  It was a role she enjoyed although housework wasn’t exactly her favorite task. She ran the vacuum cleaner over the floor first and then went to sit down. There were documents on the desk and she decided to put them in the drawer before she started dusting the wooden surface. Reaching for the handle she pulled to find the drawer locked, but a grin passed over her face. Sliding her hand under the desk, her fingers sought out the small box she knew was there.

  Amy was unsure if her husband knew that she’d found his secret hiding place and wondered if he would be mad at her for opening the box to take out the key. She always made sure to replace things exactly as she found them so she suspected that he didn’t know that she could get the drawer open even if he locked it. She noted the documents that were on the desk before gathering them up to put them inside the opened drawer. She then closed it before spraying some polish on the desk and running the duster over it.

  Amy was quickly finished and opened the drawer again to take out the documents so that she could put them back in place on the desk. The flash of color caught her attention and she couldn’t resist the temptation to take a closer look.

  She dumped the documents she was holding on the desk and reached back in the drawer. The glossy feel of the magazine when her fingers touched on it told her it was something different and her eyes narrowed as she dragged it from the bottom of the drawer. She wasn’t one for cursing, but on this occasion almost let one out.

  “Oh fu…,” she exclaimed as she looked at the magazine.

  The woman on
the cover was scantily clad, with the panties and bra barely concealing what was below. It was the name of the magazine that caught Amy’s attention though. She suspected that Anal Angels could be a magazine about only one thing and saw that she was correct as she quickly flicked through the pages. It seemed that her husband was harboring a secret fetish.

  She rifled through the drawer to see more splashes of color that were obviously not work documents and pulled out another three magazines. All had anal in the title and it confirmed that her husband had a kink that he kept quiet about.

  The pair of them shared a healthy love life and the sex between them had always been good. Apart from the odd squeeze and stroke, he’d never shown any real interest in her butt though although if his choice of magazine was anything to go by he obviously had a thing for soft rounded cheeks and what they hid.

 
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