An Anthology of Forbidden Erotica: 28 Depraved Tales

by Jessica Sin

  “I guess there’s no point in denying it,” I reluctantly admitted. “And it’s not exactly my fault either, the way you’re so casual and open with your body all the time.”

  The smirk on her face grew in to a full grin. “Well, I think we should send him a more explicit picture so he fully gets the message. Just so you know, really loves cumming on my chest after one of my blowjobs. So maybe I can offer you something that would make us both happy; I’ll take my top off for you, and you masturbate for me the same he does after I pleasure him. Afterwards I’ll send him the picture of the mess you’ve made. I know he’d be REALLY upset if he saw that another man was already doing that to me. Does that sound like something you would be interested in?”

  “Are you sure about this?” I asked, unsure if she was serious or not.

  Her fingers immediately went to work undoing the large black buttons on her Santa outfit. “Maybe this will help convince you.”

  My eyes were glued to her chest as her top opened. She wore a sexy white bra underneath, and my eyes were captivated by how athletic her upper body looked. Her arms and shoulders were nicely toned, yet feminine, and her stomach was perfectly defined.

  “Well…are you interested or not?” she asked playfully.

  “…uh…yeah…sure…” I stammered.

  She sat down on the bed, and her hands reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. “Good.”

  She flung the bra to the floor and her bare breasts looked firm and beautiful. They were average sized, and she had a bikini tan line where her breasts were pale compared to the rest of her body. Her areolas were fairly wide for the size of her breasts, and they were light pink. As for her nipples, they were a darker shade of pink, large, and they stood out well over half an inch.

  “It looks like you see something you like,” she said, looking at my growing bulge.

  “You have no idea. Your breasts are amazing. And those nipples…I can’t believe how big they are. They’re perfect.”

  She smiled and playfully pinched both of them for my viewing pleasure. “I’m so glad you like them. Now get to work before he gets here. Guests will be arriving soon.”

  I reached down to free my semi-erect cock which immediately sprang to life once her eyes were on me. I began stroking myself to the sight of her breasts, and she made it easier for me to climax as she fondled herself and played with her nipples. But what was almost as hot as seeing her chest up close was seeing the curious look on her face. Her eyes lustfully stared at my hard cock while I was stroking it, and her mouth was open and it looked like she wanted to lick her lips.

  “That’s it,” she said, encouraging me. “Keep stroking it.”

  I stroked myself as fast I could for her. And she continued playing with her breasts for me. When I started to breath harder, she knew what was about to happen and she leaned forward to catch my orgasm which was squirting itself onto her bare chest. I hadn’t cum in a while, so it was quite a mess I made on her. And when it was over, she leaned forward to show her appreciation by giving the head of my cock a big kiss, and cleaned me by licking a few drops of cum from the tip of my penis. She stood up and immediately headed towards the mirror to examine the mess I made on her chest. “Perfect!” she exclaimed. “I only wish I could see the look on his face when he sees this.”

  She then took explicit pictures of herself topless with my cum on her chest in the mirror. Once she had the pictures she wanted, she gleefully sent it to him before wiping her breasts clean and putting her top back on.

  ***THE CHRISTMAS PARTY***

  It was mid-afternoon and the party went off without a hitch. Our house was filled laugher and talking from friends who were all glad to see each other again. As for Elisha, she walked around with a big smile, proudly socializing with all of her guests and making everyone smile. She looked really sexy in her tight little Santa outfit, complete with her high heeled black boots, and a long red Santa hat.

  I was in the kitchen preparing food, and the moment I was alone, she approached me to talk.

  “It looks like the plan worked,” she said with a smile. “I haven’t heard from him since this morning. I really owe you one for this. Anyway, how are you doing?”

  “Great thanks. And you’re doing a fantastic job hosting this party as usual.”

  “Actually, I was referring to what we did earlier. I never imagined that I would ever do something like that with you…and….let’s just say it was an interesting experience.”

  “Oh, that. Well to tell you the truth, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all afternoon. Especially seeing you walk around in that sexy outfit. I don’t know if you know this or not, but some of your guy friends here have been checking you out as well.”

  “Of course I knew that. But don’t tell me that I’m making you aroused right now.”

  “I can’t help it, you look incredible.”

  “Well I certainly can’t have you standing around serving food with a hard-on,” she grinned. “That would look terrible for both of us. Come on, let’s sneak down to the basement and I’ll see if I can take care of this situation for you.”

  ***

  We headed down the stairs unnoticed by all of the guests who were busy talking. And once we got there, she held me by the hand as she leaned her back against the washing machine.

  “So you’ve still been thinking about me huh?” she asked seductively. “Letting you cum on my tits wasn’t enough?”

  “Unfortunately it wasn’t. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you after all these years.”

  She reached down and grabbed my semi-erect cock through my pants.

  “Oh my, you aren’t kidding about that. As inappropriate as this is, I think it’s even more inappropriate for you to walk around serving food at my Christmas party with a hard cock in your pants. I think we better get rid of it, don’t you agree?”

  “You always know best,” I told her, feeling so much more aroused. “So what should we do about it?”

  She reached down again, but this time to pull her panties down to her boots, and she kicked them off to the side. She put her hands on the edge of the washing machine and lifted herself so that she could sit on it, and then she spread her legs open to reveal her bare vagina to me.

  “You know what to do. So make it quick,” she grinned.

  I looked down in delight to see her cleanly shaven crotch. It had the same bikini tan line as her breasts, where it was pale white compared to her tanned athletic legs. Her labia was thin and light brown. And I could see a trickle of wetness on her pink insides from how aroused she must have been in doing this for me.

  I pulled my pants down, exposing myself, and I took a step forward to press my erection against her entrance. She wrapped her arms and athletic legs around me and pulled me closer to her. We were face to face, looking each other straight in the eyes as I pushed my manhood deeper inside of her body.

  It felt sensational being in her But as much as I loved that feeling, I got even more pleasure from seeing that look on her face. It was a look which showed that she was getting as much out of this as I was. Her eyes became open and filled with lust as I penetrated her. The tip of nose wiggled slightly with each of her facial movements. And her mouth was opening from her panting and moaning, and I was able to feel her hot breath on my skin.

  She became wetter with every thrust I gave. Her panting became harder. Neither of us cared that we were having sex while our friends were upstairs chatting away. If anything, it made the moment even MORE erotic because of how big the taboo we were committing, with just an unlocked door separating us for everyone else.

  “That’s it…fuck me…fuck me…get it out your system…” she moaned lustfully. “I want you to cum inside me this time.”

  Hearing her talk dirty sent me to my climax and I thrusted as hard as I could. The white ball on her long Christmas hat was frantically waving back and forth as a large load of my cum was gushing deep inside of her vagina. I didn’t stop pumping my
cock in her until every drop of sperm was released.

  “God that felt amazing,” I moaned in her ear a moment after I finished. “I can’t believe we just did that together.”

  She was still breathing heavily. “Neither can I. Getting fucked by you isn’t exactly on my Christmas wish list. But I enjoyed it.”

  “So did I, obviously. Thanks for letting me do this.”

  “There’s no need to thank me,” she replied. “I needed that as much as you did. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have guests to attend to.”

  She gave me a gentle push to get my flaccid cock out of her body. She got off the edge of the washing machine, and without bothering to clean herself, she pulled her panties back up and left the basement with a smile on her face.

  ***AFTER THE PARTY***

  It was night time when the party was finally over. I watched Elisa say her ‘goodbyes’ to the last of our guests with hugs and smiles, and when they left, she gave me a look of appreciation.

  “I’m so glad that this party turned out well,” she said happily, but exhausted. “It was so close to being an utter disaster.”

  “Well if anyone could pull it off, it’s you,” I told her with a smile.

  She smiled back at me and replied, “Thanks for everything. You’ve been a tremendous help today with this party, and of course my ex-boyfriend. I just wanted to make sure that you understand how thankful I am.”

  “Don’t mention it. I’m always glad to be of service.”

  “Look, I know what we did today isn’t normal by any means, you know, the sexual stuff. And, well, there are still some things I want to go over with you. Meet me in my room in a few minutes. I really need to clear my head first.”

  ***

  I cleaned the kitchen and waited a few minutes like she asked. When I headed towards the stairs to see her, I saw that her black boots were sloppily tossed on the floor. Her red Santa jacket was also sloppily lying on the stair case when I got there. And on the upstairs hallway was her belt and red skirt. Finally, I saw her bra by the entrance to her bedroom, and her panties by the bathroom door.

  As I followed her trailed of clothing and garments, I entered her room which was filled with the sound of her shower running. It was loud, and when I saw the view inside her bathroom, I understood why- her shower door was wide open.

  I stood in complete awe of her nudity. Seeing parts of her at different times was one thing, but seeing her bare physique in its entirety was something else. Her athletic body looked jaw dropping as she stood under the running water, letting the soap and shampoo flow freely down her physically fit frame. Her bikini tan lines looked even more stark as her breasts and crotch were pale white, and the rest of her skin had a nice tan, making her large pink nipples stand out even further. It was especially arousing watching her breasts jiggle while her hands were up rubbing her hair in the water.

  She suddenly realized that I was standing there watching her after the shampoo was rinsed off, and she said, “I was just finishing up. Why don’t you join me? You look like you could use a hot shower.”

  I didn’t need to be offered twice. I pulled my clothes off and threw them on the floor, the same way she had carelessly threw her clothes off around the house. Her eyes were curiously looking at my body the same way I had looked at her. And when I got in the shower with her, she greeted me with a big huge, pressing her breasts and nipples firmly against my body.

  “What a day,” she said with a sigh of relief.

  “I know. But honestly, I’m glad that things happened the way it did. I couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas.”

  Her eyes became filled with a look of complete sincerity. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I never would have thought that doing that would feel the way that it did. And frankly, it feels so natural being with you. You’ve always been there for me, unlike those creeps I’ve been dating lately. And after what we’ve been through today, I can’t help but think about what it would be like if it continued.”

  “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” I replied.

  “I just might be. We could try taking things one step at a time and see where things go from there. It would probably be a little awkward at first, but I think we’ll get through it.”

  “I’m not too worried about that, I’m sure it’s going to work out perfectly. And if we’re really going to continue this, then I’d expect you to treat me like that guy you dumped today,” I said suggestively.

  A tiny smirk appeared on her face. “If you’re referring to the blowjobs I gave him on an almost daily basis, and you want the same deal, all you had to do was ask.”

  She casually got down on her knees and wasted no time taking my penis in her mouth. Her lips wrapped themselves around my cock and she began to bob her head back and forth while she was sucking me off. Her mouth felt incredible. It was warm and tight and her tongue was constantly moving. My cock throbbed in her mouth even more as she looked up at me with her large beautiful eyes. It was a look which said ‘look at how dirty I could be for you.’

  She spit my cock out of her mouth the moment she felt it pulsating. Both of her hands quickly went to work stroking my shaft furiously, and playing with my scrotum. Her wet tongue swirled around the head of my cock, and her lips gave me gentle kisses in between.

  Elisha being the experienced woman that she was, sensed that I was on the verge of cumming and began to furiously stroke me with one hand and held her mouth wide open in front of me. I followed that by shooting a hot load of cum onto her waiting tongue, and she continued to stick it out until I was completely drained.

  Once she finished giving me the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten in my life, she looked up at me once again with an innocent look on her face, and she swallowed. Even with the shower still running, I could hear the loud ‘gulping’ noise that she made and she licked her lips clean. She then stood up and gave me another big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

  “Did that finally take of your needs for the day?” she asked lovingly.

  “I’m afraid so,” I jokingly replied. “But I can’t speak for tomorrow.”

  She smiled, “I’m sure I’ll think of something special for you. But until then, let’s enjoy the rest of Christmas in front of the fireplace to end our day. After all, what’s a holiday without sex?”

  The End

  Cougar’s Delight

  I’ve always been fascinated with my 48 year old neighbour Lindsey for as long as I can remember.

  She’s someone who prides herself on being the pillar of the community. In the middle-class suburban neighborhood where we live, she has always been actively involved in PTA meetings, charity events, and other community programs. She’s prim and proper in every since of the word, and is always going out of her way to present herself in only the most positive light.

  We’ve always been close, and her career as an English teacher has allowed us to become even closer, as we were able to spend much of our summers and winters together. And in time, that eventually lead to something more…

  ‘Finally!’ I thought to myself. I had just finished my last final exam for the college semester and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. And as it just so happened, a small snow storm had rolled in later that morning, meaning that I would be stuck at home for the rest of the day. My dad was out of town on an important business trip, so I went to my neighbour’s house. We would have plenty of time together once again since both of our winter vacations had already begun.

  ***

  I arrived to the sight of Lindsey on the computer next to the lit fireplace in the living room. She sat on the floor using her laptop which rested on a table. She looked dignified and elegant the way her long brown hair was neatly tied in a ponytail with her glasses on. She was barefoot, still wearing her silk pajamas, and had a hot cup of coffee right next to her.

  “Well hello there,” she said, turning her attention towards me.

  “Yeah. I only had one fina
l this morning, and it’s not exactly easy to get around with all that snow outside,” I replied.

  “Oh, you’re right. You’ll have to excuse me for not realizing the sudden snow fall, my mind is somewhere else at the moment.”

  “So what are you up to?” I asked. “You look like you’ve got a nice set up over there.”

  “I’m just finishing up some work,” she said, almost stammering at her words over such a simple question, as if she was hiding something.

  “I’ve never seen a school teacher look so elegant and relaxed doing school work,” I replied jokingly.

  “Very funny.”

  She closed the top of her computer and stood up and walked towards me.