Taboo Love The Complete Series

by Anita Lawless

  “What do you think she’ll do if we start making out right now?” His strong hands slipped up my t-shirt and massaged my braless tits.

  I thought I caught a glimmer of a smile touch the woman’s lips, so I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. My tongue slithered over his lips, and his brushed over my teeth as he entered my mouth. While we kissed deeply, he urged my shirt up over my head, revealing my breasts to our dancer.

  I pulled from our kiss to gauge her reaction. She gave a grin and glided out of her thong, then she flipped the chair so its front faced us. While he jammed a tongue in my ear again, she sat and spread her legs wide, then ran a finger up the length of her pussy lips before playing with her clit.

  “She must like what she’s seeing,” he whispered, before his hand slid beneath the waistband of my shorts, and then beneath the hem of my lacy thong.

  I unzipped my shorts and stood, slipping them and the thong off while maintaining eye contact with our stripper. Her smile widened and she rubbed her clit more vigorously. Shamus turned our chair sideways so she’d have a better show, then he moved to pull me back into his lap, but I stopped him with a hand placed on his chest.

  “First I want to suck you off while she watches. Sit.” After I yanked his jeans and boxer briefs off, I pushed him onto the chair.

  “Whatever you say, Ms. Mary.” Smiling a vulpine smile, he held up his hand, swelling cock now slapping the bottom of his taut stomach. “Who am I to argue?”

  I glanced at the dancer quickly before I dropped to my knees. She still watched through eyes now slitted by desire. She rubbed her clit furiously, while she finger fucked herself with the other hand.

  I descended on his cock with horny eagerness. First I licked the length of both sides, then I teased the head with tongue and mouth before I slipped the entire shaft in. I wrapped one hand around the base, squeezing and releasing in time with my bobbing head.

  “Mmmmm…that feels so good,” he moaned when I sucked harder and flicked my tongue back and forth over his twitching erection.

  My mouth glided faster and faster up and down his penis, cheeks puffing out and collapsing as I varied up the suction strength. My hand skillfully pleasured his balls as I gave him a this lusty blow job.

  His slippery shaft tasted divine, and I eagerly swallowed the pre-cum that trickled down my throat. I teased his glans once more, loving the way the meaty head felt in my mouth, against my tongue.

  His hips pumped up and down quickly as he face fucked me. I enjoyed the taste of him so much I moaned around his penis. He growled out a groan in return, obviously enjoying the vibration. My horniness grew so hot I had to reach between my legs and touch myself.

  But as I did, I felt a slender hand skim over my spine. I tore my mouth from his dick and looked over my shoulder. The naked dancer stood in her thigh highs, staring down at me, sporting a feline grin.

  “Can I join your party?” She spoke in a sultry voice, and we wasted no time welcoming her in.

  She crawled beneath me, and her arms slinked about my waist as she brought her mouth to my wet pussy. While her tongue swirled over my aching clit, I slipped my lips down his cock once more. I soon moaned loudly around his twitching penis while she ate my cunt with a talented mouth.

  She slipped fingers inside my seeping hole, and I “Ahhhh” as she began to finger fuck me in long, languid strokes. Her tongue poked beneath my clitoral hood as she sucked gently on my clit. I struggled to focus on the bliss building between my legs and on the penis I pleasured. My moans became uncontrollable, and he answered with guttural groans of his own as the vibration from my mouth amped his enjoyment higher

  “You like that?” she whispered against my pussy, her breath fanning my clit with a change in sensation that made it throb stronger. “I want to make you come.”

  She alternated between tongue and fingers to pleasure my clit as well as my cunt. Her tongue ground into my clitoris while she stroked my g-spot with curled fingers. Then she’d pull her mouth away and rub my clitoris vigorously until I bucked and thrashed, close to orgasm. Her touch would leave just before I achieved release, and her mouth returned to suck the swollen nub.

  Through this combination of finger and tongue manipulation, I finally came hard, arching my back deep as my pussy clamped down on her fingers and shivered uncontrollably with the climax that rocketed through it.

  My enthusiastic response to my female lover’s attention made him face fuck me in a frenzy. Obviously he enjoyed watching this display a great deal. But I desperately wanted him to fuck me before he came, and I wanted her back between my legs while his thick cock rammed my pussy. So I pulled his penis from my lips and told my two lovers what I desired.

  I straddled his lap and guided his ramrod hardness into my quivering cunt. The stripper doll skittered between my legs and licked his balls, sucked the thin skin covering his sac, and then licked the bit of his shaft that wasn’t buried in my pussy. He moaned and thrust harder inside of me. Then our new lover brought her lips back to my clit, but not before she tugged the hood back, fully exposing the bundle of nerves to raw stimulation from the point of her tongue.

  I rode his cock while I clutched at her head, pushing her against my pubis mound. My cunt squeezed tight around his penis, seeking to take every drop of delightful, slippery friction that it could. His hands crawled up my torso, cupping my breasts, pinching nipples, as I writhed between the two of them, lost in a daze of pleasure.

  The pressure in my g-spot returned. That wonderful, tight pressure that became like a mad itch only a ramming cock could scratch. His glans pounded that erogenous zone deep inside me until my stomach flexed on instinct, clenching to help bring my ecstasy to a peak.

  The dancer wrapped her hands around my upper thighs while she tugged gently on my clit with her teeth, looking up at me as she did so. I rammed my ass backward into his rapid thrusts with even greater vigor as she returned to suckling the bead of swollen flesh.

  “Oh fffuuuckkk….” I screamed out, arching my back. “I’m gonna come hard.”

  And my whole body shook from the force of the twin orgasms that spilled over me in unison. He pulled from my cunt in time to let me squirt all over the stripper’s gorgeous tits and face. After I collapsed against his chest, my legs still spread wide, she sucked him off until he came, while I caught my breath and senses. Then she left us as quietly as she had entered the room.

  When the erotic fog settled, I turned in his arms and kissed his cheek. I kept my lips against his warm, sweat salted skin as I said, “I’m so glad you decided to come to Europe after all.”

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  Taboo Love Bonus Story

  Christmas Promise

  Through the department store window, I watched an oversized stuffed polar bear twirl with a bright red present nestled in its paws. A glittery green bow topped the teddy bear’s offering, and I smiled like a little girl as I watched the toys on display perform for Christmas shoppers.

  I focused on my reflection in the glass. I’d had quite the adventures over the last year and a half, and my new confidence showed in my appearance. I’d added some red highlights to my brunette hair, asked Addy to give me chunky bangs and razor cut the sides so they curled in toward my face in a feathery border. Addy’s quick makeup tips made it easy to slap on some mascara, eyeliner, blush, and do up my lips in record time. With the addition of colored contacts recently, I barely recognized myself.

  My best friend, Addy Gerard, was thr
illed with this new, more outgoing and sexually free version of me. Shamus, my step brother and on again off again lover, was thrilled at first also, but his jealous streak reared up periodically and then we’d fight, break up, make up. Rinse and repeat. This was the cycle I’d played out with him for the past eighteen months.

  Speak of the devil himself and he appears, I thought as Shamus walked up behind me. At six foot four, he could easily rest his chin on top of my head. And he did just this as he wrapped burly arms about my waist and pulled me close against him.

  “So…” He kissed the top of my head. “Have you thought about it?”

  My stomach tightened. “Why don’t we wait until after Christmas to talk about this?”

  He sighed. The devastatingly handsome smile was wiped away by a disappointed frown. “You’re putting it off again.”

  I wriggled in his arms and turned to face him. “Don’t pressure me. I need time. It’s a big decision.”

  He pouted, which made it increasingly hard to deny him. His crystal blue eyes flashed with annoyance. His jaw tightened and his chiseled cheekbones seemed to stand out more from the action. “Do you find the idea of living with me so awful, Mary Rose?”

  I shook my head at him, broke eye contact. My eyes glued to the small patch of hair showing through the open throat of his purple and grey striped dress shirt. I played with this hair, nestled in the valley between his fabulous pecs, while I chewed on my answer.

  “No,” I finally said, and felt him relax against me in relief. “I don’t find it awful.” I sighed, frustrated with myself, frustrated with his inability to be patient. “I just … don’t want to rush into anything.”

  His hands fell from my waist and he crossed his arms over his chest, which only accentuated his impressive biceps. Yeesh, I had to get away from my step brother. How pathetic I felt. A year and a half of sleeping with him and he could still reduce me to a gooey, horny girl simply with his mere presence.

  “I’m not going to be your part time sex toy forever, you know?” he spat, sounding hurt. “I have feelings too.”

  I poked a finger in his chest as my own anger flared. “Excuse me, I haven’t been using you for a sex toy in months! We’ve been exclusive for six months. Why can’t you just be happy with that for now?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “So you admit you were using me as a sex toy at first?”

  I slapped my forehead. “Now you’re just trying to twist my words again.” I turned from him. “I’m not in the mood for your manipulation tactics today.” Then I stalked inside the store to give myself some breathing room.

  I heard Shamus squawk as I strode off. “Manipulation tactics? I am not manipulative.”

  “Ha!” I threw over her shoulder. “You are a master manipulator, Shamus Quinn.” Then I let the door close behind me.

  Seconds later I heard Shamus enter the store behind me, saying, “Okay, maybe I am a little manipulative at times, but I’ve always got your best interests at heart. I prefer the term benevolent corruptor by the way!”

  I veered toward the ladies’ apparel section. Just as I picked out a royal blue cashmere sweater, he pressed up against me beside the display rack.

  “I’m just asking you to move in with me, not marry me. Yeesh.”

  “Can’t we put the subject on hold for now?” I put the sweater back then looked at him with eyebrows raised.

  Shamus frowned and threw up his hands. “Besides, it’ll help us save on rent.”

  I strolled away, toward the women’s lingerie. Probably not the best idea to ensconce myself in sexy underwear galore when I was with Shamus, but I’d take any distraction from the current situation right now.

  “Fine,” he said from behind me. “If you won’t say yes to moving in with me, you leave me no choice.” He slid one arm around my shoulders while he pulled a red velvet jewelry box from the pocket of his leather bomber jacket. “I’m giving you this Christmas present early in a blatant act of persuasion.”

  I looked at the box, gulped, then blurted, “Well, at least you admit to your manipulation tactic this time.” My heart sped up as I cracked the lid open. When I spied the ring inside, encrusted with glittering rubies accented by tiny diamonds, I gasped. “Is this … an engagement ring?”

  Shamus sighed. Chewed the inside of his cheek in obvious annoyance. “No, don’t get your panties in a bunch. I told you I wasn’t asking you to marry me. It’s a …” He glanced at his shoes, shrugged, and finished in a whisper, “I love you ring.”

  I knew I hadn’t given him the reaction he’d been hoping for, and guilt hit me like a massive stone to the gut. But I also knew Shamus Quinn was using his copious charm, and patent cute-little-boy look, to get to me. And it worked, damn him.

  I threw my arms around his neck. “Oh, Shamus … it’s beautiful.” A lump formed in my throat as I gazed at the ring. “I love you, too.”

  “Does that mean you’ll move in with me?”

  I gave him a light slap on his firm butt. Then just as I opened my mouth to retort, he whirled me around, pinned me against a dressing room door, and planted a lusty kiss on me. His tongue swept over my bottom lip and demanded entry. Big hands slid up my back and pulled me tighter against his chest. I moaned as his tongue entwined with mine.

  I broke the kiss and gathered enough breath to say, “Do you really think we should be making out in the middle of the ladies’ lingerie?”

  He considered this. “I think it’s very apropos.”

  Once more his mouth crushed against mine, only this time one hand slithered around my front and beneath the waist of my A-line skirt.

  I broke free again. “Shamus! We’re supposed to be Christmas shopping.”

  He raised an eyebrow at me and flashed his sexy smirk. “Mary Rose, don’t tell me you’re reverting to prude mode.”

  I gave him a nipple twister.

  He yelped, “Ouch, that one stung!” and jumped back enough for me to escape his seduction. I made a beeline for the shoe section and busied myself looking at Mary Jane platforms.

  Of course, that Lothario bastard went around the other end of the section and cut me off as I came around the corner of one aisle.

  “Hello Mary,” he said, still wearing his cheeky grin. “Trying to sneak away?”

  His hands cupped my ass and we were up against a display of tennis shoes before I could say Happy Hanukkah. I let his tongue probe the roof of my mouth, enjoyed the dance of lips, tongue, and teeth for a moment before I interrupted the embrace again.

  “We’re going to go down in a mountain of tennis shoes,” I said, as shoes from the top row began to plummet from us shaking the display rack violently.

  “Come on.” He grabbed my hand and his crystal blue eyes flashed with desire. “Let’s go find a changing room and have a quickie.”

  “We’ll get caught!” I squawked as he dashed through the store with me in tow, holding my hand in his iron grip.

  “Where is your sense of adventure gone?” He had the audacity to look over his shoulder and wink at me.

  “This isn’t the sex club or that Red Light District we visited in England,” I continued to make excuses as he ushered me into a small changing room and shut the flimsy, fake wood door behind us. “Someone could call the police.”

  “There,” he said, flicking the silver button in the middle of the knob. “No one can walk in now.”

  He sat on the slat-back wood chair placed in front of the mirror and pulled me into his lap. Further protest was muffled as he kissed me once again, seducing me into submission with his talented play of lip and tongue.

  His hand slid beneath the hem of my skirt. The warmth of his palm sent electric desire up my thigh and sparked expectant tingling in my pussy. I opened my legs for him and fingers slipped beneath my red silk thong.

  He sucked on my bottom lip while he massaged the length of my damp inner labia. I mewled in pleasure as he nibbled along my jaw and ground his wet thumb into my clit.

  Then he yanked my skirt
up to my waist and whirled me around in his lap. His tongue slithered in my ear as he ripped the scrap of underwear off me. Now I faced the mirror, I watched the carnal act with wide eyes, my pussy pulsing wetter from his unstoppable lust.

  He tugged my earlobe with his teeth before saying, “Watch while I make you come. Watch how sexy you look when I pleasure you.”

  My breath caught in my throat from his raw sexual command. I bit my bottom lip and watched while he slowly unbuttoned my blue, lacy blouse. All the while, he kept rubbing my clit, taking his fingers from it only to explore my seeping slit once more and lube up his touch. Soon my bra was undone and my teardrop breasts spilled out as he rubbed me closer to climax.

  He plunged fingers inside my wet pussy, while his other hand molded to my tit and played with a stiffening nipple. He pinched and rolled it between his thumb and index finger until the aureole puckered and the nipple became a hard peak.

  “I’m going to fuck you right here, right now, Mary Rose,” he growled in my ear. “Better bite down on your lip and keep quiet. After all, you don’t want to get caught.”

  I ignored the taunt in his last sentence and gasped when he stood suddenly to drop his jeans and underwear. He moved to the side just a bit, so I could see his impressive, veiny cock in the mirror. It slapped against the flat plane of his stomach, a rigid, thick muscle that was eager to please.

  He sat again and pulled me back into his lap. His meaty, purple-pink glans glided over my clit and up and down my dripping slit, teasing me until I begged him to fuck me. I was on the pill and we both knew where each other had been, so we didn’t need to worry about condoms. Plus Shamus was regularly tested when he had worked at the sex club he now part owned, as all club staff were.

  Finally the pulpy head of his cock parted my folds and filled me with its thickness. My vagina stretched as I moaned out satisfaction from the delicious friction of his cock stroking my tight cunt. I watched his penis, shining from my juices, piston in and out of me. Seeing our bodies undulate and merge in passion only made the act all the hotter, and I came as he rubbed my clit frantically while he fucked me. My back wriggled over his sweat dampened chest and my stomach tightened from the immense force of the orgasm.