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Forbidden Lust

By: sweet_sara



They were both members of the local BDSM group in the area they lived. They had known each other for about a year now. They were both married, but not to each other. There was a chemistry between them when they played as Dom and sub, but when they stepped out of those roles they were just friends, like everyone else in the club. They had been playing together at the local BDSM club for about a year now, but this was the first time that she had agreed to travel with him to an out of town club. 

They had just arrived back at the hotel room for the night. They had decided to get one room with two beds to save a little money. They had both been naked in front of each other in different situations; they should have no inhibitions with each other. He loved “forcing” her to be naked and to do so many of the things that she secretly fantasized about during their “scenes”, but tonight, as he stuck the key in the door to the room, she felt a twinge of mixed anxiety and excitement deep in the pit of her stomach. This was the first time they would ever be totally alone together.

She was 31, standing almost 5’9” in the 4” black studded high heels she was wearing. She had long dark brown hair which she highlighted blonde. She had milky white skin, which was quite a contrast to the burgundy lipstick that matched her fingernails and toenails. She was dressed to kill in a burgundy corset and black leather miniskirt with fishnet stockings, all of which had been off in the hours before while they were playing at the club. He always required her totally naked during play.

She was married, but allowed to play out her fetishes and fantasies. One of her only rules was no sex or private play with married men whose spouses didn’t know. It was a fair enough rule, left the door open to all kinds of other possibilities.

He was quite tall, over 6’ at least and very handsome. He was 20 years older than her. She preferred older men. All of the older men she had known in the past made her feel so safe and secure, and had a maturity level that matched her own. Secretly, she had a thing for the “Daddy” role-play, but had never shared it with anyone she knew personally. Too many people she knew were turned off by that “taboo” subject matter. She found his very mischievous grin very alluring; part of her craved so much more of him. For the most part he was a mystery to her, he never really revealed too much about himself to her, and she never asked. She liked playing the ignorance card, but she did know he was married and his wife was not aware of his hobby. 

He opened the door and she followed him into the room, putting the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door on the door handle. It was 1:30 am and they were both exhausted from the scene they did in the club. 

“Are you going to shower?” she asked him as she pulled the laces loose from her corset. She walked over to him and raised her arms indicating to him that she needed his help pulling it off her. 

“Yes, I think I will take a quick shower tonight.” He replied as he pulled her corset over her head.

“Ok,” she walked back to her bed, folded up the corset and placed it in her bag, then plopped onto her bed. 

He started undoing his belt and she just watched him. He smiled down at her as he let his pants drop to his ankles. She looked him up and down; he looked so yummy to her. Suddenly she got up and walked over to him. She felt the need to remove his shirt for him. Silently she unbuttoned the top button, looking up to see what kind of expression he might have on his face. 

Grinning, he said “Thank you.” 

She blushed and looked back down continuing to the next button, and the next, until all the buttons were undone, then she slid her hands in his shirt and over his shoulders, down to his wrists. She then leaned her body up against him, buried her face into his bare chest and inhaled deeply. She loved the scent of a man. She just stood there for several moments, breathing in his scent. Catching herself thinking about crossing the line she had set about married men, she backed up, unbuttoned the cuffs of each of his sleeves and finished removing his shirt. She took it to the closet and hung it up. As she did, she caught a glimpse of his naked ass as he entered the bathroom and closed the door.

She went back to her bed put her right foot up on the bed and unbuckled the strap to her shoe and placed it in her bag, did the same with her left shoe. She then unzipped and slid her skirt down, bending all the way over at the waist as she lifted her feet out of it. Folding it neatly, she laid it in her bag on top of the corset. Unhooking the stockings from her garter straps, she brought each foot up on the bed one by one and slid them down her legs and off her feet. She didn’t understand why she had to do it in such a sexy manor, no one was watching, she just had to. It was her ritual every time she dressed up like this. She then slid her thong off too. Now, totally naked she slid between the sheets of her bed, turned off the lights and waited for him to finish with his shower. She really wanted a bath, especially after the intensity of the scene they had done earlier in the evening. Her body was exhausted and she wanted a nice long, relaxing soak. 

She must have drifted off because the squeak of the bathroom door made her jump about as high as the ceiling and let out a little yelp. He walked by, a towel around his waist and turned on the light by his bed. 

“My turn?” she asked blinking in the light.

“I didn’t know you wanted a shower too, you could have joined me.” He said with that grin. 

“No Sir, I would much rather a nice quiet bath.” She responded with her own mischievous grin as she got up, grabbed a little box out of her bag and walked to the bathroom. 

After closing the door, she opened her box, which had a couple of rose scented aromatherapy candles and a jar of bath salts, which had the same scent. She lit the candles and placed one on each end of the mirror so the light would reflect throughout the whole room, turned off the light and went and sat on the side of the tub. She turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and set the drain. She poured some of the bath salt in and swirled it around in the water until it completely dissolved. When the bath was full she turned off the water and stepped inside. She shivered as the hot water enveloped her body. Dipping her head under the water for a moment, she allowed the water to penetrate ever inch of her being. The steaming water coupled with the soft scent of the salt was very relaxing, just what she needed after the strain she allowed herself to be taken to during a scene. 

She wasn’t sure how long it had been, she had dozed off, but it had been a while because the water had gone from nice and hot to lukewarm. His shadow above her startled her; she jumped and let out a little yelp again. 

“SSHHHH” he held his finger up to his lips, “Its just me.” He had come in to check on her. Apparently she had been in there an hour and a half. He was still wearing the towel and now was sitting on the side of the tub. 

“Kneel facing the wall there.” He directed her. 

She turned facing the wall and got up on her knees. He got the ice bucket and filled it with water, put his fingers under her chin indicating to her to tilt her head back and poured the water over her hair. He then took the shampoo and lathered up her hair. She sat there in her half asleep state, enjoying the touch of his fingers in her hair. He massaged the shampoo all through her hair for several minutes. She caught herself slightly moaning with the pleasure of it. 

Then he brought the lather from the shampoo down onto her shoulders and back. He massaged them for several minutes, whispering in her ear how he loved having such a brave little slut to play with, as he traced the lines of her welts from the cane and whips during there scene earlier. 

When he ran out of lather from the shampoo he picked up the bar of soap and continued down her back to her ass. He traced and massaged all the welts and bruises there too, whispering to her to lean forward against the wall. She obeyed. The cool tile felt wonderful against her hot flushing cheek and breasts.

She then felt his knees on both sides of hers as he joined her. His hard cock rested in her ass crack as he enveloped her body in a deep hug. He began slightly grinding it against her backside as he kissed her neck and her shoulders whispering to her what a good girl she had been tonight and what pleasure she had given him in her submission. She found herself grinding back against him, moaning a little louder as the soap made a nice lubricant between both of there bodies. He began massaging her breasts, mauling them as he continued grinding against her backside. She could feel her abdomen and pussy beginning to burn as her moans continued to get louder and louder. 

Finally he whispered, with a laugh, in her ear “SSSHHHHH, you are going to wake our neighbors”, kissed it then sat back against the edge of the tub. 

He continued washing down her legs until he reached the water. He then took the ice bucket, filled it again and again and rinsed all the soap from her hair and backside. 

“Turn around” he directed her. 

When she stood up to turn, he brought his knees together and directed her to kneel around him this time, making her wide open. With a blush she complied feeling very vulnerable in this position. He took the soap began washing her front side of her as well. She watched his hands as he mauled her breasts again. Then he went further down massaging the soap into her abdomen. She could feel her body tremble as he worked his way lower and lower. 

Finally he reached her pussy, and her whole body shook violently at the first touch. He laughed and began massaging her outer pussy lips. He massaged and massaged them until she started moaning and thrusting towards his hand a bit. 

“Hungry little slut” he whispered as he slipped a couple of fingers between her lips. At the same time he leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth. 

Trembling she whispered, “We shouldn’t be doing this Sir. We wont be able to stop.”

“Relax.” He whispered. “Just enjoy the pleasures, slut. I will know when to stop.”

He ran his fingers up and down both sides of her clit while sucking and biting her nipples. Her moans increased in volume and her thrust became more defined as she pushed her pussy higher onto his thighs closer to his cock. Soon he was sliding his fingers from the top or her pussy lips to all the way inside her. Her breathing was becoming erratic and she was getting close to her orgasm. 

She started whispering out “Oh God, Oh God” between her moans.

“You may” was all he had to whisper and her whole body shuddered as her pussy clamped and pulsed around his fingers as she let out a loud “OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD SIR!” then buried her face into his chest biting and sucking as her orgasm continued pulsing throughout her whole body.

When she was finished he picked up the ice bucket and rinsed off her front. After he rinsed her off he directed her to stand up, then stood up himself, picked up a towel and wrapped it around her. She kissed his cheek “Thank you Sir.” She was still a little dizzy from her orgasm but it felt so wonderful to have him take such care of her after she had offered her whole body to him for whatever pain or pleasures he wanted to inflict on her earlier at the club. 

Just like a “Daddy” she thought to herself. 

He opened the drain and blew out the candles, leaving them. 

The room was pitch black as she found her bed. He followed her to her bed, sat down and removed her towel drying her body and hair off. Her eyes had not adjusted to the dark yet. When he was finished she put the towel on her pillow so she could smell the sweet rose scent thru the night and then crawled back into bed. 

She was lying there on her side, with her back to his bed, wide-awake. She listened in the silence of the room to hear him get in his bed. Thousands of thoughts were rushing through her mind. Pictures of their scene from earlier in the night, pictures of him touching her in the various ways he did while they played, pictures of her bath and the care his hands used when washing her, how his hand felt as he thrust his fingers over her clit and into her pussy. It was all too much. She lay there wishing, no, pleading with the darkness that he would join her in her bed. She had done that before, with someone else, a long time ago. Her prayers went unanswered that night, and she was positive this night would be the same, any second she would hear his bed creak. 

Besides, she reminded herself, he is off limits to me anyways. 

Just as she was allowing herself to doze off she felt the blankets of her bed lift up and his warm skin against her back. He had never left the side of her bed. He was naked and his skin was very hot. He wrapped his arms around her back and he pushed between her thighs with his rock hard cock. 

“I just couldn’t sleep,” he said. 

“I couldn’t either Sir,” she whispered back still in shock. 

She couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. She couldn’t believe that this thing she wanted so badly, had been pleading with for to the darkness was actually here. 

He began rocking slowly back and forth against her backside, sliding his cock in and out of her thighs, while kissing the back of her neck. She just laid there, shivering in lust. 

Oh God! She wanted it so badly. She could feel the burning of need deep down in her abdomen. Her pussy was numb and she knew it was soaking wet. She slid a finger down anyways, just to check. Yes, she was wet, and it was dripping out onto her thighs. 

He continued pumping against her, sliding his cock in and out of her thighs, starting to push upwards a little bit. 

Oh God! She thought to herself, I have to stop him, we cant do this, as she felt herself open her thighs just a little bit more, allowing his cock closer to her pussy. 

She then turned over and started kissing him. He pushed his cock between her thighs this time and it slid across the outside of her pussy lips as well. She began whimpering just a bit while they were kissing, she had to stop, this was out of both of their boundaries, but as he continued to pump his between her thighs slowly she found herself opening them up for him. She was pushing back against his cock, deepening each of his thrusts. 

After a few minutes of kissing and thrusting, she felt the head of his cock slip inside her. She pulled back suddenly, squeezing her thighs together. She whispered to him, “Sir, we shouldn’t be doing this. It is past both of our limits.” 

“It will be alright for tonight,” he whispered back as he thrust his cock between her sopping wet thighs again. She was so wet there was no resistance

“No Sir, we shouldn’t,” she whispered again. He leaned in and began kissing her a long deep kiss, thrusting his cock a little farther between her thighs. 

“Yes we can. You want it just as badly. Look at yourself, all wet. I have never seen a girl more ready to be fucked than you are at this moment” he responded.

He rolled her on her back with him on top, and spread her legs wide open with his knees, his cock hovering over her pussy. Even though she couldn’t see him, she felt his grin. She reached out for his cock and began stroking it. 

“Yes, Sir, you are right, I do want it, I want it so fucking bad but I cant Sir, I just cant” she whispered to him, “but Sir, I can do this.” She stroked her pussy with her other hand. “I can let you listen to me Sir, I can let you feel me writhe under you, against you while I fuck myself with my own hands and toy.” 

She let go of his cock and gave him a sample of what she was talking about, writhing her hips on his thighs as she worked her clit and pussy with both hands. She heard a small aching groan come through his throat above her. He knew she was right, this was still allowed, and, in a small way, he actually did want to stay within his own boundaries he had set. 

He then leaned down and started kissing and biting her nipples. “Show me what a slut you are, play with that clit of yours.” 

She reached up under her pillow; she had actually hid a vibrator earlier while he was in the shower under it. She took it and slid it deep into her pussy while her fingers slid around her clit in small tight circles. She began smaller; faster strokes with the vibrator, keeping time with her other fingers on her clit, slipping it in and out between them. 

“Sir, stroke your cock, you can stroke it above me, cant you?” she asked him. 

She could feel him pulling on his cock above her; he was thrusting a bit with his thighs as well. Pretty soon she was rocking and writhing against his thighs, her pussy clutching to the thrusting vibrator. He was thrusting back against her, cock in his hands, running his fingers over her hand as he stroked himself above her. She could hear that familiar sound of a man as he climaxed. 

She began to moan loudly, this was it, and she was going to have her orgasm right now. She hadn’t thought of asking for permission this time. 

“You are going to cum right now, aren’t you?” he gasped. 

“ Oh yes Sir” loud moan ”Right now” she moaned and then she did, violently. She clutched his thighs with hers as her pussy clutched and pulsed on her vibrator. 

“Keep stroking, don’t stop,” he commanded her. She began stroking her orgasm pulsing pussy and clit. He was stroking his cock hard now, thrusting fast and furious between his fingers. She continued writhing and her moans now were starting to sound more like cries. 

“Keep it up, keep going slut,” he commanded her again. 

She tried to continue stroking her clit, but ever stroke stoked the fire in her abdomen and she couldn’t even keep the rhythm. 

“I cant Sir, I can’t do it anymore Sir” she cried out to him as she tightened her thighs around him, removing her fingers and raising her pussy just beneath his stroking hand and pushing hard against it. 

“MMMMMMMMM Sir, I want to feel it, I want to feel your cock Sir! Please let me feel your cock Sir!” She begged him as she thrust up against him with each of his strokes. “Fuck me Sir. Please.” 

Her whole body was on fire and she didn’t care anything about rules or boundaries, all she knew was she never wanted to loose this burn. He could have fucked her if he really wanted to. 

Finally, as his knuckles were now running up and down between her pussy lips with each stroke, she heard him gasp and groan as she felt his hot come splatter across her stomach. 

“MMMM, yes, that’s it Sir, pump all that cum onto me” she cooed up at him, relaxing her hips back down onto the bed. He just knelt there between her legs, watching as she rubbed his cum into her stomach until it was all dry again. 

When she was finished she sat up, straddled his hips resting her open and wet pussy over his cock, and gave him a deep kiss. 

“Thank you Sir” she whispered in his ear as she hugged him. 

“Thank you” he whispered as he got up and crawled into his bed. 

She lay there for a second before falling into a deep sleep herself. 

Forbidden Lust



I awoke with a start at 4:28 AM, to the sounds of what I assumed was my 18 year old daughter having a nightmare. I got out of bed, and quietly walked down the hall to hear her moaning softly and whimpering. I opened her door, quietly, and heard her moaning louder. I looked to see that she was lying on her bed, completely naked, fingering herself. Slightly ashamed, I started to close her door, until I heard 

"Oh, daddy, yes. Please, fuck me! Fuck your little girl!" 

I was breathless, my cock began to stiffen in my boxers against the screaming in my brain. 

"What the fuck is she doing," I thought to myself. I wanted to just close the door and pretend I never heard those words escape my baby's lips, but my feet stayed firmly planted to the floor. I couldn't help but watch. Her long, blond hair surrounding her head, glowing in the moonlight coming from her window. Her soft, pale skin; her large, round, firm breasts, bouncing slightly from the force of how hard she was plunging her fingers in and out of her tight, bald pussy. I couldn't help myself. I reached into my boxers, grabbing my hard shaft. I knew it was wrong, but I was so incredibly turned on by the lovely beauty lying on the bed, pleasuring herself thinking of me. 

At 45, I was told I looked a lot younger than I am. Years of hard service in the Army would do that to a man. I was fit, working out every morning from five to seven AM. Not a hint of gray in my "high and tight" haircut that I maintained; and, as far as I have been told, soul-piercing blue eyes that can make any woman want to drop to her knees and please me. I slowly began to stroke my throbbing cock, pre-cum dripping from the head of my dick. I stood there, watching my sexy daughter please herself, hearing her moan; 

"Oh daddy, fuck me. Fuck my tight pussy." 

I gasped, and realized she heard me. I dashed into the bathroom, thankful that it was only a few feet away. I heard her knock on the door a few moments later... 

"Daddy, is that you?" 

"Yes, baby. Everything okay?" 

"Yeah, I thought I had heard someone outside my room; must have been you heading to the bathroom." 

"Must have been." 

I was trying so hard not to moan, still stroking my aching member, listening to the slight purr in my daughter's voice when she said "Daddy". I wanted her then and now, but knew I couldn't do it. 

"Um, daddy, are you almost done? I really have to go." 

"Yes, baby. Turn around as I come out, I'm naked." 

"Okay, daddy." 

I peeked around the door, she was standing with her back to me, wearing a short, silky black robe that made me want to throw her on the floor and fuck her brains out. I couldn't help but stare at her gorgeous, firm, round ass; the robe barely reaching the top of her thighs. I shook myself back into the real world and walked to my bedroom, slightly unsure if I heard her snicker as I entered my bedroom. I laid in bed and grabbed my dick, stroking furiously at the thought of my baby lying on her bed. It barely took five minutes before I exploded, my lower stomach and hand covered in my hot cum. I cleaned up and drifted off to sleep, fantasizing about what the future may hold. 

I woke up at nine AM, my first day of my long overdue vacation. I was slightly annoyed that I hadn't gotten up to work out, until I remembered why, and my cock stiffened instantly. I threw on my workout gear, and headed to the basement, determined to block these thoughts from my mind. I began my workout, first running six miles on the treadmill, then weights. I was slightly proud of myself for not thinking about what I had done last night, until I heard a soft purr coming from my daughter's voice. 

"Daddy, are you down there?" 

My cock instantly was ready to tear through my shorts. I set the bar on the bench and quickly sat up, trying to hide my massive erection. 

"Yes, baby." 

"Hi, daddy. I wanted to talk to you." She came down the stairs, dressed in a light pink tank top and very short cotton shorts. I nearly died right there, she was so sexy. 

"What's up, pumpkin." 

"Well, I was wondering..." she jumped on the treadmill and started a slow walk. 

"Were you outside my room early this morning, before you were in the bathroom?" 

My heard leapt into my throat. 

"Why do you ask, honey?" 

"Well, as I walked out of my bedroom, I stepped on something wet and sticky." 

Shit...well, might as well come out with it. 

"Yes, honey, I was outside your room. I thought you were having a nightmare, but when I realized what you were doing... I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry, Erica." 

"It's okay, daddy. I knew you were watching, I could see you in the mirror of my dresser. I was going faster because I knew you were watching me." 

She stopped the treadmill, got off, and walked over to me. She sat down in front of me on the weight bench, her legs spread just enough that I could see the outline of her gorgeous pussy. She leaned in and kissed me, her lips pressed hard against mine as her tongue forced its way into my mouth. I kissed back, pulling her close to me, my tongue massaging against hers before I pulled back, realizing what I was doing. 

"Honey, you know we can't do this, it's wrong." 

"Daddy, no one has to know. I know you haven't been with anyone since mom left, and that was seven years ago. You've been too busy worrying about taking care of your baby girl. Well, I'm not a baby any more, and I think it's my turn to take care of you." 

I watched as she yanked her tank top off, her now bare breasts staring me in the face, her rosy nipples hardening from the chill of the air conditioner. She leaned in and kissed me again, pulling me towards her, her chest pressing against mine. I gave in, wrapping my arms around her, sliding my fingers into her hair. I gave it a good, strong yank, pulling her mouth away from mine, watching her gasp and the look of shock in her light, green eyes. 

"Okay, but we do it my way." 

I got off the weight bench and took her by the hand, leading her upstairs to my bedroom. I stood before her and dropped my shorts. 

"Get on your knees and suck Daddy's cock. Show me what a good little slut you are for daddy." 

She moaned and dropped quickly to her knees, taking my shaft into her hand and licking the head of my dick, her soft, warm tongue sending chills through my body. She slid my cock slowly into her mouth, all the while staring up into my eyes, with this innocent look as if seeking my approval. I slid my fingers into her hair, pulling slightly, pushing my hips forward, making her take more of my cock into her mouth. She gagged a little and pulled back. Again, I pushed her head forward. 

"You want daddy's cock, you're going to take all of it." 

I began fucking her face, letting her know that if she wants it, she's getting it. She moaned and began to eagerly suck me, moaning slightly around my shaft. 

It didn't last long before I could feel the sensation boiling in my groin. I was going to cum, but I didn't want it all wasted on coating her throat. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and started stroking it, aiming at her face. 

"Daddy wants to come on your face as well as in your mouth. Open wide, baby girl, cause I am going to explode." 

She licked her lips and opened wide, her tongue sticking out past her lips, as if begging for one drop. I couldn't resist any longer, I groaned as the first wave of my hot load shot out of my cock, hitting her squarely on her left cheek. Jet after jet of hot semen covered her face and tongue; some hitting her breasts. The last of my load dripped onto my fingers. 

I watched as my baby licked her lips, wiping my cum off her face with her fingers and sucking them clean. Then, she licked my fingers and the head of my cock clean. 

"Mmmm, daddy, you taste so good. I want you to fuck me, daddy. I want you to take my virginity." 

I just looked at her. 

"You mean to tell me you're still a virgin?" 

"Yes, daddy, I have been saving myself for you. No other boy I ever dated has been worthy of it. You, however, are." 

I couldn't believe my ears. My daughter, whom I loved the moment I laid eyes on her, and vowed I would kill any man who ever touched her, saving herself for me. I bent down and picked her clear up off the floor, lying her on the bed. 

"First, I want to taste that wonderful looking pussy." 

I pulled her shorts off, confirming my suspicion that she wasn't wearing panties. I leaned in and breathed in her scent, my mouth watering at the site of her. I slowly licked her slit, looking up at her face, hearing her soft moans. 

"Gods, yes, eat me, Daddy." 

I buried my face into her snatch, my tongue searching out her most sensitive areas. 

I licked her delicious, sweet pussy, my cock stiffening at the sounds of her moans. I placed my hands on her hips, holding her down onto the bed. I licked and sucked her clit, moving my hand and rubbing the entrance of her luscious, velvety hole. I slipped a finger in, gasping at the tightness of her pussy. I couldn't wait any longer, my lust was driving me insane. I kneeled onto the bed, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her dripping wet pussy, slapping it a few times off her bulging clit. 

I guided my cock to the entrance of her pussy, entering her slightly. 

"Oh, daddy, yes, please, give it to me. I don't care if it hurts, just fuck me NOW!" 

I could no longer control myself. Wild with lust, and longing, I slid my cock into her pussy, feeling the resistance, then the release as her pussy allowed my throbbing cock to enter. I couldn't believe how tight she was, her velvety walls, literally squeezing my cock like a vice. I summoned up as much will power as I could to keep myself from exploding right then and there. I slid out, then back in, giving her more of my throbbing member each time, watching the pure look of ecstasy on her face as she moaned. 

"Fuck, daddy, yes, more...more.." 

I started going faster, grabbing onto her hips, lifting her into the air so I could go deeper. She felt so good, it was nothing I had ever experienced before. I started fucking her harder and faster, groaning at the tightness of her pussy, wanting to feel her orgasm around me. 

She started to moan faster, her chest and face becoming more and more flushed. 

"Oh, fuck, Daddy, I think I'm going to come..." She propped herself up on her elbows, watching my cock go in and out of her tight fuckhole. I plunged my rod in and out of her as hard as I could, making her scream as her pussy spasmed and her juiced squirted around my cock. I couldn't believe it, my baby's first fuck, and she's a squirter. I nearly came right there, but pulled out, regaining my composure. 

I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue probing her mouth. I then grabbed her and put her onto all fours. 

"I'm going to fuck you doggy style now baby." 

"Mmm, okay daddy." 

She spread her legs slightly for me, her juices still dripping out of her wonderful pussy. I lined up and rammed my cock deep into her cunt. I began fucking her hard, holding nothing back, my balls slapping against her clit, making her scream and dig her nails into the sheets. 

"Oh, fuck, daddy. Gods, you feel so good." 

I fucked her hard, then, pulled her up, making her brace her hands against the wall, my hands squeezing her firm tits, fucking her hard. 

"Oh, fuck, daddy, I'm going to come again." 

Hearing those words, I knew I couldn't last. I continued to fuck her, allowing the familiar boiling sensation to rage in my groin. I kept pounding her, groaning and reaching down to rub her clit, making her scream. 

"Oh, fuck, daddy, I'm coming!!!!" 

Her pussy gave one final powerful spasm, her juices squirting out around my cock, and I gave in, wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me as my hot load shot deep inside her. I had never come so forcefully in all my life, and the sheer force of my orgasm rocked her to another, making her scratch paint off the walls. 

"FUUUUCCKKK!!!! Daddy, I'm coming again" 

"Oh, fuck baby, you feel so good coming around daddy's cock." 

I pulled out, gently lowering my baby onto the bed, watching our combined love juices leak from her delicious pussy onto the sheets. I leaned down and kissed her deeply, lying down next to her. 

"My gods, Erica, that was the most wonderful experience I have ever had." 

I looked into her glassy eyes. She smiled up at me. 

"Daddy, if you keep fucking me like that, I won't ever need another man in my life." 

"Baby, no need to worry about that. I will always take care of my baby girl." 

I leaned in for one more kiss, feeling her body quivering at my touch. I pulled her close, touching her gently, until we drifted off, holding each other close. I knew, from this day forward, that our lives would never be the same again.



Forbidden Lust



Clary

God in that moment in time I wanted to just tell him that yes I'll take full responsibility. I will bear this intimate moment to myself and cherish it like a dream. "You're right." I whisper to him as I gently tilted his head to look into his eyes. "I'll take full responsibility, in exchange take out all your frustrations out on me." I leaned in and just hovered my lips to his. This was the moment of truth if he kissed me... I'll completely lose myself to him. But if he pushes me away I'll just have to be his sister until I leave their side

Thane

"You've gotten more reckless, Clary." I say my voice deep and full of lust.

I press my mouth onto hers, my tongue entering her breath and forcefully playing with her tongue. I pinch her nipples with my fingers, teasing them as I released my anger at her like she said.

Clary

I groaned in both pleasure and frustration. I wanted to show him that I wasn't a little girl. That I was woman who had feelings for this idiot and I wanted to have him see me. I pressed my lips to his letting our tongues dance to have the control on one another. I ran my fingers through his hair and lightly tugged on it.

"Why don't I show you the wild side for a change." I grinned at him. Continuing to kiss him with such hunger

Thane

I don't think of this as cheating on Sage, she will always have my heart. This was a lesson, Clary would have me tonight but tomorrow she'd realize this was a ruse to break her emotions to me, only then would we become a family.

I break her hungry kiss and chuckle at her cute words. "I'll show you all about the wild side."

As i say the words, I lift her onto my waist and press my erection against her vagina, so she knew what she was getting into.

"With this, there is no going back, Clary." I said searching her eyes.

Clary

"You underestimate me Thane and I need you to open up your eyes and see."I said taking his chin and pulled him towards me. So he could see what I wanted. If he knew how to read me then he should know that I wasn't bluffing right now.

I closed my eyes and just enjoyed his election pressed so close to me. Even through our clothes I could feel his hard warmth. God I wanted our clothes off now.

I went ahead and grabbed the edges of his shirt and pulled it off of him. Marveling his exotic tattoos and very firm body. I was extremely confident on mine.

Thane

I chuckle and let her remove my shirt, i toss her unbuttoned blouse to the ground along with her bra. "If that's the case then your body is mine, I will do with it what I want today."

I carry her to the nearest table and set her down, undoing my jeans and letting it hit the floor with my boxers revealing off me. "Show me what I have been blind to, Clary, let me feel what you do with those little boys."

Clary

Oh God if only he knew that we just got high and get wasted. But right now I'm a mature woman with experience... fake experience but enough. I have read all of the articles on Cosmo and other girls' magazines that talk about this. But the one thing I learned from those magazines was to have confidence (which I do) ND just feel the moment.

I grinned at him big time, and rolled us over so he was pinned against the table. Making me straddle him. Wow I'm very petite! "If you say so." I whispered to him softly and just let myself go. I pecked one soft kinky kiss on his lower lip. Before I took a slow trail of warm long kisses on his skin. Taking my time in just marking him (not in a hickey form) from his jawline down to all of his sweet sensitive spots on his neck. All the way to his firm chest down to his abs. This was hot but I was amazed how I wanted this and my body knew how to show my desire for him

Thane

"Do you give head?" I ask propped on my elbows, eyeing her curiously. My erection was pressed against her clit but not entering her yet, I eyed her curiously my lust growing as rationale left my mind.

Clary

"Depends on how deep you want to come to the dark side." I grinned gracefully getting off of him. Letting my hand roam to his boxers. All the ladies magazines are right. If you're with the right guy. Everything will just come natural to you. I let my hand roam insides his boxers and find his erection. I let my fingers slowly trace the length of his erection

Thane

The feel of her soft and cool fingers on my dick makes me stiffen a bit. It was hot how confident she was, I only wished that she had fallen for someone else.

"Yeah? If I'm going to be fucking you with my dick, shouldn't you help me get it ready?" I say and chuckle, smirking.

Clary

"Nope, I'm pretty sure it's already ready but... I do want to taste you." I whispered to him in a seductive tone as I freed his cock and placed a soft kiss on his pre-cum tip. I gave it a few small licks. Before I slowly took him in my mouth. Having his entire length in my mouth. I could feel his tip hit the back of my throat and I just didn't feel the gag reflex. I pulled him out and slowly sacked his dick. Hitting the back of my throat with each stroke.

Thane

Instinctively, I sit up and tangle my hands in her hair as I move it up and down on my cock. The feel of her soft mouth on my hard dick was turning me on wildly, my sex drive overriding.

"Come on, Clary, swirl your tongue some more. T-that feels fucking good!" I groan gritting my teeth.

Clary

I listened to his helpful tips and did exactly as he adviced. This just helped him go over the edge a bit and I could already feel myself getting aroused down there. I didn't want him to cum in my kouth I wanted him inside of my virgin pussy. I pulled away just in time and stepped back a bit just to slip off the only piece of clothing I had on. My panties.

"Why don't you do us both a favor... make me yours." I stepped closer to him and placed soft kissed on the soft weak spots on his neck.

Thane

"I won't be nice to you then, Clary." I say as I push her down onto the table.

I lift her legs in the air and settle myself between her as I ram myself inside of her; I doubt she was a virgin from all the boys she played with. For some reason, the idea of her fucking other guys pissed me off royally which is why I thrust more roughly inside her.

Clary

"Ah!" It was more of a moan mixed with a cry. God his length inside of me was so big. He didn't realize that my hymen broke when he trusted himself inside of me. But with all due honesty even if he just rammed himself inside of me I could help but feel so horny. I could already feel the blood of my broken hymen seep out around his cock. He will know... he'll be able to smell my blood. And he'll realize he took my virginity.

Thane

A coppery sweet smell filled my nose and I raised a brow, looking at her before my eyes widening. "Y-you're still a virgin?"

Even though I was questioning her, I couldn't stop my hips from slamming into her tight folds. The smell of her blood made a hunger awaken within me.

Clary

"Technically I WAS." I said in between moans as the pinching pain slowly subsided into a soft whisper of pleasure. Every time he trusted inside of me I would move my hips to help him penetrated faster. In one of the thrust it hit a super sensitive spot inside of me that me jump up and let out moan.

"Oh God please don't stop. Thane just fuck me. Please keep fucking me." I moaned in pleasure

Thane

"As you wish." I say angry, she lead me on to believing she wasn't a virgin and the fact that I could so easily still fuck her despite taking her virginity.

I pulled out of her and flipped her onto her stomach, after pulling her ass in the air, I slammed into her pussy from behind, anger and lust pushing me. I held her with waist with one hand and pulled her hair with my other hand.

Clary

"Ah!" I moaned in a lust full voice as I let him control me. Let him slam into my pussy over and over again. God his cock was heaven to me! I thrust my hips towards him moaning his name repeatedly as he hit my g-spot. I was coming close so close.

"I can feel it... I'm close..." I moaned and just took him in. "Keep giving me your cock. Oh God make me your slut." I moaned to him. Not realizing that I was talking dirty to him.

Thane

I bended over her, pressing my mouth against her neck as my fangs slid out and pierced her neck. I gripped her tightly as I pounded into her pussy, making sure it would remember me even when I was done. My anger and lust was overwhelming but not enough to defeat the bliss that filled my mind as her walls clamped onto my dick while she spoke dirty.

I move off of her neck and pant, the sounds of her wet pussy mingling with our breaths. "You're a fucking slut, Clary! You're my slut now, this pussy belongs to me and me only." I growl the words in her ear, my hand pulling her head back as I bit back into her neck, a part of me wanting to mark her.

Clary

Honestly speaking and I mean Bible what I'm saying. I never wanted a roman tic first time you know with the candles and soft dancing. All that corny shit. It was completely not me, not my style what so ever. I always wanted my first time to be raw, sexy, thrilling, and just down right animalistic. That's exactly what I found here with Thane.

I don't care anymore that I will never have his heart. But as long as I have this. His hunger, his frustration, his anger towards me. That was completely fine with me. I moaned his name begged him to keep going.

And his fangs! Oh God every time he but me it was driving me closer to the edge. "Yes! Oh yes! Thane this is your pussy. Only yours now please make me cum! I'm close! So close!" I gasped and rocked my hips with his thrusts faster

Thane

"Fine, bitch." I snap angrily.

I grip her sides with both hands and focus on speed and depth, I slam deep into her pussy hitting her sweet spot with the head of my dick as I did so. My fingers dug into her sides as I moved her with me, I was going to cum and I wanted it to be inside this girl's hypnotic pussy.

"How do you like that? How does it feel, slut?" I shout, asking her obscene questions. "How does my dick make you feel?"

Clary

"Oh yes! I love your cock!" I moaned her him. Screamed at him with the most amazing pleasure ride in the world. Thank God this was an abandoned building but I didn't care. I let my hands roam towards his shoulders. Holding him towards me.

"Keep going Thane give me that huge cock of yours." I boldly turned us over so would be the one at the bottom. His dick penetrated deeper than ever. "I'm your slut, give my pussy your cum. Please." I moaned in his ear and pressed my lips to his bloody ones. Kissing him with both lust and hunger ad I bounced up and down his hot rod.

Thane

"You fucking whore, ride me with that slutty pussy of yours then." I growl, looking up at her as she boldly took control of the situation and my dick.

I reached up, pinching her hard nipples, and pulling them in opposite directions as she bounced up and down. My dick twitched as a sign for me to realize how close I was.

"Fuck! Ride me harder, Clary! I'm going to fill you up with my cum like you want, you whore." I said as i sat up, my hands sliding to her waist and slamming her onto me harder as I thrust upwards.

Aimme

Clary

"Oh God." I cried out as I rocked faster. Feeling him inside of me. I already felt my climax reach its tip. "I'm going to cum!" I warned and just like that my orgasms took over and my muscles around his cock. Tighten and I began to spasm and rock to my climax.

"I'm cumming." I moan.

Thane

No sooner had she cum, I felt my cock grow tense as her pussy walls clamped onto my dick. I brought her down onto me, as deep as she could go, before squirting my semen straight into her pussy.

I groan as release my load. Despite this whole thing, I felt a bit less overwhelmed and for the most part-i still wanted to fuck her body senseless.

Clary

I don't know how long we stayed like that. Him inside of me and me just holding him. This was way too intimate for me and not mention it made my heart stir when I promised myself something. I cleared up my throat and manage to get off of him and start dressing myself.

"I'm going." I said more like a statement than a permission. I picked up my hair in a high bun already knowing and feeling it was looking like sex hair.

"You can do whatever you want after you leave. Just don't touch my munchies." I said taking my jacket and walked out the room.



Forbidden Lust



Hello again, I have yet another erotic story to share with you all. As you may recall, I had a torrid affair with one of the sweet young divorcees in my neighborhood. There are several very sexy lonely women, but this particular one that I spent so much time with had a teenage daughter. Well, this young lady matured very fast and when she turned eighteen, she was doing more than just turning heads.

This young lass is definitely following in her mother's footsteps, I swear that on some nights, there are huge crowds of young men at her door wishing to court her favors. Her name is Tiffany and she is every bit of the seductress that her dear mother was. This sexy young girl is almost five feet - six inches tall, with brown eyes and long beautiful brown hair and weighs about ninety pounds soaking wet.

Tiffany is an absolutely beautiful female and she knows it, she has a drop- dead gorgeous smile and a very feminine voice and a sachet when she walks that could melt an iceberg. Not to mention her petite come and get me ass and the best part of her unbelievable anatomy is her legs that reach almost to her chest. Her breasts are still slightly underdeveloped for her age, but they are still admirable.

I always knew, even when she was young girl, that someday tiffany would be a world class sweetie. Tiffany was always very conscious of her appearance and her hygiene; she was always painting her nails and brushing her beautiful hair. And her teeth were always dazzling white when she smiled, which was almost always.

As I watched her blossom into an extremely attractive young woman, I noticed that she was also keenly aware of her sexuality and her powerful effect on males. Especially when I was having an affair with her mother, I sensed that she was a bit jealous of her mother having such a fabulous time dating and she was still too young to express her own sexual curiosity.

Needless to say, I thought about her often when her mother and I dated. On several occasions, I got the feeling that she had feelings for me beyond the friendship that I had established through my relationship with her mother. More than once, when I was at her mother's house, she would dress so very provocatively that I was so turned on and her mother thought it was because of her that I was so passionate.





Forbidden Lust



The sun coming up in the cloudless sky warmed her as she lounged by the pool with her coffee. She closed her eyes behind her dark glasses, enjoying the gentle breeze caressing her skin... a perfectly beautiful spring morning. She felt refreshed, rejuvenated. It had been a long lonely winter. 

She was expecting a young man, her best friend's son, home from college for the summer. He had accepted her offered to pay him to clean the debris in the pool, left as a result of a recent thunderstorm.

She heard footsteps on the concrete behind her and reached for the short robe she used to cover her bathing suit. Bobby looked very handsome in his tank top and shorts. More grown up than she remembered, tall and lean, with an air of confidence, no longer the lanky adolescent teen. He stopped when he saw her and watched her shrug on the robe. How many years had he been completely infatuated with this woman? She smiled at him, knowing how sexy she looked in the very revealing black bikini, which barely covered her. She still had a great body for a woman her age, full breasts, and hips accentuated her tiny waist. Men had always found her desirable, even much younger men. She preferred younger men but Bobby was more than twenty years younger than her.

She greeted him warmly, and they chatted briefly about college before she excused herself. He knew where she kept the pool equipment and was busy working when she came back with a fresh cup of coffee, hung her robe behind her on the lounge chair and stretched out to catch some rays.

Bobby worked slowly, trying to watch her while he worked. The longer he worked the more impossible it became to push thoughts of wanting her from his mind. He daydreamed of ways to approach her to let her know how much he wanted to fuck her. He knew she would be flattered, but would turn him down.

She watched him work, knowing he couldn't tell she was watching behind the dark glasses. His strong young body bulged with sinewy muscles. God, it had been such a long time since she had been fucked! She could easily seduce him, but her strict religious upbringing forced her to close her eyes and push such ridiculous thoughts aside.

Bobby's work completed, she invited him in for a cold drink. "Help yourself to whatever you like," she said. "I'm going to change."

With her back to the door she unfastened her top, and pulled it off in front of her dresser mirror. She pushed her tits up with her hands. Closing her eyes she fantasized about Bobby and found her nipples with her fingertips. Pretending they were his hands on her, his body pressed against her back, fondling her. Opening her eyes slowly, she noticed she was being watched.

Quickly covering herself with her hands, she turned to face Bobby. "What are you doing there?," she quizzed. He said nothing, just started walking toward her. She could see his cock bulging in is pants. She back away slowly, "get out of here Bobby!" She fought her desire to feel his hands on her. He grabbed her arms exposing her lovely soft breasts and her tiny pink nipples. She struggled with him, but he was too strong. Twisting her arms, he forced her to turn her back to him and reaching around, grabbed her tits hard. "Bobby Don't!," she yelped, continuing to struggle. The more she struggled, the tighter he held her. She smelled of soap and sun. Her hair smelled clean with a delicate aroma of some blossoms he could not recall.

She stopped struggling when she realized that the aroused cock, pressed firmly between the cheeks of her ass was growing harder. He felt her resolve weaken when his fingers touched her nipples but she refused to give in to her longing...her need.

He forced her torso over the bed and pulled her bikini bottoms down. Standing off to one side, he could see her soft breasts hanging over the bed, and her smooth white buttocks. The coarse dark blonde hairs of her cunt already glistening. He slapped her ass hard. She shouted his name in surprise and started to rise up but he forced her down again and slapped the other cheek. Struggling under his hand, she cried out for him to stop.

Moving behind her, he opened his pants and they slid down his legs. He wasn't wearing any underwear. She moaned when she felt the head of his cock touch her ass and slip between her legs. He pushed his hips into her ass and reached around her again to hold the delicate softness of her creamy white tits. He felt her nipples became erect hardening buds under his fingers.

She reluctantly gave in to the overpowering sensations and reached back to guide the head of his cock, moist with her cunt juices, into her too long neglected slit, moaning again as she felt him slip easily between her wet folds. He teased her, sliding in just a couple of inches and out again, and smiled when, in frustration and mounting passion, she thrust her hips back, her hungry cunt begging to take all of him.

Unable to resist her wonton desire, he plunged his cock deep into her, feeling her cunt close and tighten around his throbbing cock, feeling her body lose control, pushing back and writhing under him. Her panting and moaning fueled his passion to take her hard and he quickened his thrusts plunging into her cunt deeper, harder, faster. Pulling her ass hard against his hips.

He felt her legs grow weak as her body shivered and quaked with her orgasm, flooding his cock with her cum. Her resounding moan, the sight of his cock pumping into her, and his hips bumping and grinding her lovely ass pulled the cum from his aching balls. His cum exploded in her with such force that he felt faint for a moment. His legs also now weak, he fell over her back and they lay there together, the smell of their lust filling the room. With his arms around her, his hands holding her tits, he felt her heart pounding in unison with his own. Her hips continued to move slightly under him, her cunt pulsing, squeezing the last drops of his cum from his balls.

He had fantasized about taking her so many times that he had to open his eyes and squeeze her tits as his cock slipped out of her dripping sex to be sure it really happened.

He got up and she stood facing him with cum dripping down her legs. She didn't know what to say or do now. Her face was flush with the sudden guilt that washed over her as she watched him pull up his pants. Sensing her distress he pulled her close and held her, loving the feeling of her bare breasts pressed against his chest, until she relaxed in his arms.

Pulling away from him she quietly said, "you should go now, I will pay you later."



Forbidden Lust



Once more Kera entered Keely's thoughts, prying her way inside until she could no longer ignore them. Keely's mind had been turning all week. Her libido was in hyper over drive. The more she thought about her fantasies with the other woman, the more she desired them to come true.

Every since she'd first seen Kera, she'd been attracted to her. Their friendship over the last two years had brought them closer together than they had ever been in the past eight years. She carried herself with poise and such grace that at times Keely envied her. She knew she should feel ashamed yet she couldn't find it within herself.

In the eyes of the church she would be condemned for such immoral decency. She knew it was a sin for desiring others beyond one's spouse. But there were just some things that it was impossible for a man to give a woman. 

She craved to hear Kera's voice. She longed to be the object of her attention. Keely would find herself, willingly doing anything just to be with Kera, even if it was only for a few hours a day. She found herself making excuses to be with her every chance she got. And Kyle never once suspected anything because he was always too wrapped up in his own little world to notice.

She wished she could find a way to convince Kyle and Jess, their spouses not to be so closed minded. She doubted though that they could ever be convinced otherwise. She found herself torn between Kyle, and the unbearable desire of being dominated by Kera. The need to kneel, to be used strictly for another woman's pleasure grew stronger with each passing day. She feared that here soon she would lose the fight.

Anxious excitement filled the air as Keely readied herself to go visit Kera. She made sure every hair was in place, her makeup just perfect, and that her clothing clung to her in all the right places. She wore one of her favorite low cut blouses with no bra. She was determined to use every means at her disposal to get to Kera.

She could feel her g-string panties growing wet. A deep-seated blush surfaced. A bit wobbly she left the house and drove to Kera's. A small cottage nestled out in the countryside. She was a woman who valued her privacy.

The two women exchanged pleasantries at the door. She ushered Keely inside until they reached the kitchen. The kitchen was Kera's favorite room. They always ended up there whenever she came to visit. 

Hmm... how I would love to come right about now and feel Kera's cum smearing my cheeks. She leaned back against the door trying to calm her raging hormones at the mere sight of Kera. She wore trouble-free blue pajama pants and a pull over t-shirt that was simple yet alluring. Keely knew damn well and good that Kera wasn't wearing any under garments. She hated under clothing of any kind. 

Obediently, Keely followed her into the bright airy kitchen. She pulled out a chair and took a seat. She swallowed the lump in her throat as her gaze rested upon the swell of Kera's breast. That is one of the things that turned her on the most about other women were their breast.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" offered Kera rising off of her chair.

"Sure, but why don't you let me get us each a cup?"

"Yes, thank you that's very sweet of you Keely. I must say you look very nice today hon. I rather enjoy that look on you young lady. You should wear it more often."

"Thank you Kera," she whispered wishing for so much more to happen between them.

She rose quickly, beaming under her friend's praise and smile. Swiftly, she lowered her eyes and proceeded to the task at hand. Even in the smallest of ways she felt great pride in being of service to Kera. She took every available opportunity to submit that Kera would allow, even if she didn't realize it. But Kera knew it and today she would make Keely confess.

"I want to ask your opinion about something," stated Kera as she took the hot cup of coffee.

Her brown eyes raked Keely up and down. A wicked gleam in her eyes. She shifted in her chair crossing and uncrossing her legs before finding a measure of comfort. 

The two women locked eyes. Her skin still tingled from the slight touch. Keely did her best to hide the feelings that, that one simple touch had made surface. Her eyes fluttered close shutting out everything else in the room except for Kera, the woman she hungered for with every inch of her being. She ached between her legs.

"What is that?" her soft voice playing over Kera in such a way that it was hard for the other woman to ignore the allure of it.

Keely took a seat opposite listening intently. Reality washed over her in soft waves making her desire rise to emerge. An aspiration that she knew Kera might share but would never openly admit to. And yet something about their get together today felt different. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but it lurked just beneath the exterior.

"I was thinking about writing an alternative romance. What do you think?"

"An alternative romance what is that?"

Kera smiled at the honest naive ness of her friend. It was refreshing. She took a long sip of coffee before letting the tip of her tongue dart out playfully to wet her full lips. 

I know what I would like to have her do with that tongue. I could think of several places it could lick me. 

"Yes, a story about two women who fall in love."

"That could be interesting but why choose that subject? Wouldn't you find it hard to write about?"

Keely battled a fit of coughs trying to hide the hope that was rising in her soul. Had Kera somehow guessed that she secretly lusted after her? She never truly thought her to be that type of woman.

"Are you all right? Because I think it would be exciting to write about," stated Kera coming over to pat her on the back. 

"Yes, I think so, thank you that felt very nice. The coffee just went down the wrong way."

"You're welcome but are you sure?"

"Yes," she mumbled nodding her head to confirm. She just needed a few moments to compose herself.

She gave Kera an innocent little girl smile before taking another sip of coffee. 

Kera had a look of disbelief upon her face but said nothing more on the matter.

"Have you ever thought about being with another woman, Keely?"

Oh shit, where in the hell is all of this leading to? Or is she merely asking because of her story? But what if it's more than that?

"I think it's only natural. I think at one time or another every woman does."

"Just imagine your nipples being gently suckled as soft slender hands explore, probe and squeeze your tender flesh making you wet with excitement and hunger for more."

Keely scooted down in her seat a bit more groaning inwardly at the picture that Kera painted as she almost orgasm right there. Get control of yourself woman!

She could hear Kera's soft laughter mocking her. She hated herself but she couldn't help the reaction that Kera was forcing from her.

"If you had the chance would you even though you knew Kyle would never allow it?"

"I... I don't know, why are you asking me all of this?"

"Because you're a woman and I'm interested in your thoughts and feelings on it. Plus I have my own reasons."

"And just what are those reasons Kera?"

"Never mind for now I'll let you know all in good time."

"So you want to use me for your story basis, is that it?"

"Something like that does it bother you Keely? That I have my reasons but won't share them with you."

"No, I don't think so it's just strange."

Kera sat across from her rubbing the coffee mug between her palms. A mischievous grin appeared on her face. Her long red hair cascaded down her back. A white button up blouse was complimented by black denim jeans clinging to her hips as her bare feet played tootsie with Keely's. Hmm, she has never done this before.

"I see it's something dirty and naughty isn't it? That's why you're refusing to share your fantasy with me. That could get you into a lot of trouble. Don't you dare hold out on me now!" demanded Kera. 

"But I can't, it's too embarrassing and it's just a silly fantasy. It's something that'll never come true so why worry about it? Besides, I'd be too uncomfortable telling you."

"Why we're both women aren't we? We're both alone here aren't we, so what is stopping you?"

"What stupid questions to ask of course we are."

"Hmm...Mmm," huffed Kera crossing her arms giving Keely a stern disapproving look.

Keely squirmed in her seat trying to think of something, anything at all to stall for time.

"That's why it is called a fantasy Keely. They aren't supposed to happen in real life. That is what makes then so wonderful and so safe to dwell on."

Oh, but to experience such a thing with you just one time Kera. If you only knew how I think about us together constantly.

"Have you ever confessed any of your sexual fantasies to Kyle?"

"No, not one word have I uttered to Mr. No Way Vanilla Only, are you kidding me? What about you? Does Jess know any of yours?"

"Yes of course, he isn't the stiff that Kyle and you may think he is."

She was stunned into silence. Was there something wrong with her? Why couldn't she confide in Kyle like that? What held her back? Fear. Utter petrified fear in his being unable to accept her darker side. A side that she didn't even show inside of the bedroom. 

"Come on, I can't wait to hear all day for the juicy details Keely."

Keely sat pondering the wise ness of whether or not to spill the beans to Kera. She was never too sure how Kera would react to such things of this nature. A lot of times she had suggested this or that but Kera had always blown it off or down right ignored it.

What the hell, what do I have to lose? If Kera doesn't feel the same then fine but at least it will be out in the open between us. I won't have to hide it anymore. I won't have to ignore my feelings with her like I have to with my husband.

"It's where I'm controlled and completely dominated in every way, emotionally, mentally, physically and sexually. I become nothing more than another woman's slut toy living only to please and serve her. There I told you now are you happy?"

"Interesting, very fascinating indeed and don't get sassy with me Missy."

Keely could feel Kera's foot sliding further up her leg. A new wave of passion rushed over her. A cavernous ache made itself know at the core of her being as her breathing became shallow. 

"And who is this woman, pray tell, that you long for so?"

"I don't long for her."

"Liar, the proof is in your eyes. You do long for her don't you with every fiber of your being and I bet you are wet as hell right about now."

"No I'm not Kera."

"Would you like me to find out for myself or are you going to lie to me again?"

"No, I am wet."

"Thought so."

She shook her head trying to regain a measure of composure. She shuddered unable to voice the one name Kera wanted so badly to know. 

"Tell me, that's an order," commanded Kera leaning in close to her letting her fingers lightly graze over the harden peaks of Keely's nipples. She was so close she could almost steal of kiss from those precious sweet lips. 

She swallowed the lump in her throat quivering beneath the touch of Keely's fingers. She closed her eyes unable to bear the rejection she knew would be looking back at her.

"It's...it, it's you Mistress," she stuttered.

Never before had she dare speak to Kera in that way. She didn't know whether to die there on the spot from terror or be relieved that the secret was out in the open between them. 

She felt pressure applied to her breast as Kera's continued to amuse herself at Keely's discomfort. When she was finally able to open her eyes she watched Kera roll the tiny harden nubs between her thumbs and forefinger bringing small cries forth from Keely. A smile crossed her beautiful face as she gazed at her friend and willing victim.

"Me huh? Some how I must admit I was hoping that you would say exactly that. Are you that willing to obey me Keely?"

"Yes Mistress if you'll have me."

"If you truly desire to give yourself to me in every way girl, you will do as I say, understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

Her desire to submit increased ten fold. Finally, a part of her could truly be free. Kera accepted her with open arms. Their lips brushed lightly against each others. Kera's tongue invaded the domain of her mouth. Her tongue roamed every hidden crevice until it found Keely's. She felt as if she'd died and went to heaven.

Kera's hands were everywhere at once it seemed. Keely melted into her. Kera squeezed and tugged at her large breast till she was sore. She arched her back offering herself willingly. She pulled this way and that at the small silver nipple rings until Keely was begging for more. The fire raged within Keely. Her inner thighs now coated with her own wetness. 

Kera pulled her to the floor. A silver glint caught her eye. Where did she get those? She watched as her Mistress cut the clothes from her body until she lay bare before her. Trembling she tried to focus but was unable. The sharp point of the scissors glided over her flesh. She felt the sharp prick of its tip as it moved down her throat. A tiny crimson droplet appeared. Kera leaned forward running the tip of her tongue over it, laving her neck before sucking hard on the spot. She knew she dare not move a single inch no matter what her Mistress did next. But then she knew Kera always did liken herself to a Vampiress.

"Hmm, do you like it this way my baby girl?"

"Yes," she whispered craning her neck offering herself.

The cold steel moved further down tracing a delicate line to her navel and then past her hip until it reached just barely above her pussy. A trail of feather black hair ended in a triangle just above the junction of her thighs. She had never felt more excited or turned on as she did at that very moment. She knew from this point on that she was lost. She would do anything her Mistress asked of her.

Keely felt a shift in air as Kera rose, stripping her own clothing from her body. Keely licked her lips in anticipation. Kera kneeled over her face. The aroma of her Mistress slick sex filled her senses making her dizzy with want.

"Eat me slut."

Hurriedly, Keely obeyed gripping her Mistress hips for support. Kera pulled her nether lips apart baring her most intimate self to the new slave girl. Greedily, her tongue lapped and swirled every inch of her Kera's pussy. She nibbled her clit till she erupted in tremors hovering close to the edge. Her hands caressed her ass cheeks until she was able to pull them apart enough to slide in the tip of finger into her ass fingering her until she came. 

Whimpers filled the small space of the kitchen as Kera grabbed her breast. Sunlight filtered through the curtains casting a soft glow upon the women. Kera rode her tongue until Keely's jaws ached. Her hands grabbing fistfuls of hair until she could shove Keely's face no further into her sopping cunt. Her air momentarily cut off she struggled against Kera's deathlike grip, fighting for breath only to bring sounds of pleasure from Kera. 

"That's it baby girl fight me, yes make me cum again you little bitch," she screamed as she climaxed coating Keely's face with cum. She released her slave's face. She slid down by Keely and cuddled her close.

"I love you baby girl. I'm so proud of you. You are now mine forever do you hear me slave girl? You're my slut."

But this moment wasn't only about her only pleasure there was her girl to take care of. Her fingertips gingerly glided down her slick body until they found the opening to her wet cunt. Roughly Kera pushed three fingers inside her as she leaned over her lapping at her nipple. Furiously her fingers worked making Keely squirmed and dance beneath her. In one swift movement Kera shoved a finger deep in her ass and two into her pussy as she bit her already sore nipple making Keely shudder and come as she never had before. 

Able to breathe fully again she snuggled close to her Mistress. Her mind and heart in a whirlwind of emotion. Emotions at the moment that she had no eagerness to unravel. She was just happy to have been found pleasing in her greatest moment of surrender. Maybe forbidden lust wasn't such a bad thing after all. 



Forbidden Lust



She was considering something out of her character. 

The notion had struck her as she was walking down the hallway last summer. She was walking from the restroom back to her office in the next hallway, when she saw a co-worker. He said, hello and caught her eye. The encounter was nothing out of the ordinary -- polite, open, friendly eye contact, combined with a verbal greeting. 

But when she got back to her office, she felt a bit flustered. This was different. She had worked in the same organization with him for over a year now, and had just the most basic of interactions alongside of and with him. However, something about *this* encounter caught her eye. He was an attractive man -- why hadn't she noticed that before? And there was something about his gaze that pulled her in this one time. 

She took a deep breath, smoothed her dark hair down with her hands, and got back to work. Must be some sort of hormonal shift, Callie thought to herself. He's just a man. And besides. You're married. 

The summer continued to pass, and the pace of the offices picked up as fall approached. The annual meeting cycles started up again. Callie stepped into the first meeting of the school year, expecting nothing much. But there he was, already in the conference room. He looked up, smiled and greeted her. Again, the same, polite, open eye contact, and the same, appropriate greeting. Nothing out of the ordinary and nothing inappropriate. But as Callie and he exchanged pleasantries, Callie noticed that she was flirting. In a non-obvious, office-appropriate way, of course. But there was an undercurrent. A tension present. A sexual tension present. Callie realized that she was getting wet -- this was new. Very, very new and very, very unexpected. The rest of the staff arrived, the meeting got underway, and two hours later, all dispersed.

As Callie drove home, she pondered the exchange. 'There's nothing there,' she thought. "No strange or inappropriate looks. No unexpected conversation topics." Nothing to indicate the unsettled feeling in her womb, or to indicate that he felt the same. But the feeling persisted. Was this just a girlish crush on a coworker? Why couldn't she shake it off?

That evening, Callie fucked her husband with a touch more abandon than usual. Afterwards, he smiled down at her. "That was nice." She kissed him in response, while ruminating on the fact that she had just fantasized her way through a fuck for the first time in years. What was going on in her head? And her body? She resolved to keep an eye out for any other clues that this crush could be more than just one-sided. 

That fall, they were assigned a project. The basic stuff combining education, long-term planning and office organization. It was to be a nine month endeavor, with a team of six. She saw the email recipient list and noted his name beside hers. "Hmmm," she thought. A good chance to get to know him more, and to try and feel out if this was something more than a friendly guy. 

The next evening, Callie dreamed of him. She had had sexual dreams before, of course. But even in those dreams, whenever they featured a man other than her husband, there was an undercurrent of guilt, of concern, of discomfort, that this was not her husband whom she was being intimate with. But this dream, it felt....right. 

She stood in the shower the next morning and thought about her dream. It began with both of them topless and standing in a room somewhere -- perhaps in the office? He was kissing and licking LICKING! her neck, trailing across the side of her neck up to her ear, and then nibbling on the bottom lobe --a surefire way to get her to cream herself between her legs. His arms were on either side of her, pinning her to the wall. She could smell him -- a horny, masculine scent, similar to the scent of a clean man when she goes down on him. But with a touch of that post-orgasm tang, almost metallic -- the smell of semen. Then his hand was gripping her arm near the shoulder, as he forced his mouth upon hers for a crushing, dominating kiss. 

Callie realized that she had been in the shower for a while -- and she was horny. Not in a "need to get off and then get on with my day" kind of way, but in a "need to be plowed into submission until it hurts and my pussy, nipples and thighs are rubbed raw" kind of way. Damn. This was new and exciting. And dangerous.

As she drove into the office, she realized that her dream targeted every fantasy she had longed for -- a man who was much physically larger than her (oh, broad shoulders and thick, muscled arms!), directing the lovemaking, and turning it into an uninhibited fuck, because he wanted her, and because he needed to fuck. Her. Hard and long and repeatedly. She squeezed her thighs together after she shut off her car in the parking lot. "I want to see what it is like to be pursued," Callie mused. "I shall turn my attention upon him...and see how he responds." 

Working that day, her mind kept wandering. What was the meaning of this lustful connection? How did this unassuming coworker suddenly come (heh) to the forefront of her mind and awaken this sexual longing? She wanted to be plowed. Sex at home was good, and she loved her husband very much. But somehow, this new man had entered into her dream and made her begin to think some very, very wrong thoughts.

Callie had been happily married and sexually satisfied for over six years, now. But after that dream, her thoughts kept returning to the adolescent fantasies of her teenage, overly-hormonal years. And they all involved Adan. They became masturbation fodder -- more and more she was looking forward to being alone with her toys on the nights that her husband had work or meetings. 

She imagined Adan in her bedroom, holding her down as he seduced her, whispering that he was going to make her cum until she was in danger of passing out. As Callie used her silver bullet on her clit, she felt his fingers palming her breasts -- the C cups nestled in his hands, and her nipples rubbed insistently against the palms of his hands. He took one hand and forced it under her head and neck, bringing her mouth to his as he opened her lips with his tongue. At her whimper at the welcome intrusion, he rumbled into her mouth in satisfaction. As Callie opened her legs, seeking more sensation through her silky panties against her dripping pussy, he trapped her hips against the bed and pushed his flesh against her. The pressure was intoxicating, and Callie couldn't help but hump up against the firm length of him. She was getting so wet that his cock was sliding swiftly across the saturated fabric. The simulated fucking was driving her crazy -- she needed to be filled up and stretched and hurt in a delicious way, but she couldn't gather the self-control to push him up off of her and slide off her panties in order to get him in properly. Callie was realizing that Adan was in control. It infuriated her, but it was also just what she wanted. She was submissive to his greater size and his sexual agenda. This was new, and this was arousing to no end. Was it wrong to be lusting after a co-worker (a co-worker who might even be offended if he even knew what she was thinking!)? Was it evil to objectify this man that she didn't know outside of the office? Was it wrong to want to be pursued? Was it wrong to need this body of this man who she was not married to, and to need it so much that her sexual fantasies became so easily interwoven around him?

Imagining his body over hers, dry-humping her into submission, made her spasm and cum all over her bullet. But even though the orgasm was painfully strong, she still longed for more. Her nipples were still begging for abuse, and her pussy needed to be filled with thick, warm male flesh. Shit. This was not good. She didn't want to hurt her husband...but she had this new, scary need to sample someone else. Not just anyone, but this coworker. Someone who she had a physical, lustful connection towards. But was it mutual, at all? 

As the days passed, she would see Adan walk past her office. Occasionally he would stop and say hi, sometimes he would wave a hello as he walked by, and other times he would remain in conversation with his associate as he passed through the hallway. Twice Callie saw him peek into her office when she was with other people, and then move on. Always eye contact. Was this Adan being friendly? Was he just an extrovert? Did he just want to say hello like co-workers do? So confusing...Callie tried to put it on the back burner (it's just a crush, he's just a nice guy, don't be a fool, you're both married to other people...) but she would look out the window of her office and see him walking outside...or hear him talking down the hall...or read his words as he responded to a group email about their project. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing unexpected or inappropriate...but. Callie longed and lusted. "Stupid girl," she thought. "You don't need an office romance, you're married, he's married, and not to each other lol. Just refocus your energy to your husband. It's just a hormonal quirk. You'll get over it."

Right after Christmas, Callie went off of her birth control. She and her husband had been talking about having a baby, and it seemed to be the right time for it. Within a week of ending her pills, Callie felt...alive. And horny. And feminine. She had always had a strong sex drive, but this erotic eruption of need was insane. Half of the men in the office now looked appealing. And they were looking at her differently. Callie tried not to be on the prowl...but she felt good, and she looked good, too. The constant undercurrent of arousal was giving her a confidence that was intoxicating. She began to seriously think about this Adan man -- he looked like her husband (similar coloring, dark eyes, strong jaw) and wondered if he was attracted to her. Wait! Not okay! The warning bells kept going off, and Callie kept trying to reign in her attraction. But he kept showing up around her. Again, nothing out of the ordinary and nothing that could be inappropriate. But she would be in a large workshop, hear the door open, and just *know* it was him. Who never went to office-wide workshops. She would turn around after the hour-long presentation, and he would be sitting right behind her. She would go early, as was her custom, to the team meetings...and he would already be there. He would respond to her group emails...but only to her, and engage in conversation that was informal, but not inappropriate. But not necessary. Callie worried about her judgment -- was she seeing something that wasn't there? Was she creating something out of nothing? Was her overwhelming lust misguiding her? 

Months passed, and Callie and her husband did not conceive. She was not as concerned as she thought she would be. If it was meant to be, then it would happen. It was strange, however, that Callie never felt herself ovulate. In the past, when she had taken breaks from her pills, she could feel her cycle progress, note a change when she ovulated, and could tell to the hour when her period would start a week or so later. Now? She was open for business, but it was constant. She wanted to be intimate with her husband. But there was an intensely constant need for sex with Adan, with no cycle, no down-time, no ebbing away of lust when she was on her period. 

The dreams began again in April. They were becoming intertwined with her solitary fantasies. One fantasy she would carry through in her mind while she was bearing down on a dildo (another new thing -- she used to never like penetration while alone) consisted of an alternate universe, where the two of them were in some sort of socially acceptable relationship without concern for their spouses. A funny way to skitter around her guilt for craving this coworker. She watched the two of them in her mind like it was a pornographic film...which was funny. Callie was "an appropriate girl" and Adan put off the vibe that he was "an appropriate guy" -- so to have this fantasy of lust and fucking winding through her mind constantly was a new thing. Callie saw their two faces first -- he was on top of her, sucking the breath out of her as he fucked her mouth with his. The shot moved out to them from the waist up -- Callie saw her flushed chest and breasts. Her nipples were hard, and the movement of her torso belied how much she needed to be fucked. She saw Adan's arms on either side of her, strong and thick with muscles. His chest moved as he slid his long shaft across her pussy. She could see the head pass her navel as he fucked the outside of her lips. Callie could smell herself and the distinct female aroma of needful pussy as he teased her with the long ridge on the front of his cock. Callie realized that he was trying to get her to cum, and to cream up against his cock before he even put it inside of her, setting her up for a climax that would immediately lead to more need and a helpless begging for a fuck. 

Finally, once he was ready (never when Callie was, not even when she begged), he would force himself inside of her. No matter how ready she was to be penetrated, he was too big to fit comfortably at first. He would push inside of her, carefully, but somehow being rough, stretching her walls almost too much. She could feel the long ridge along the length of him in the front, and then the blunt tip of his head pressing against the top of her inside. Then the fucking would begin -- a strong, steady rhythm, relentless pressure, and a forceful, violent stroke in and out of her. Too much to handle -- Callie would always cum once it got to this point in her fantasy, breaking up into painful spasms inside her pussy and even in her upper thighs and around her anus, but she still always wanted more. She wanted to feel him spasm within her, and to feel him as he let go, almost hurting her in his need to dominate her so he could cum. Callie always stopped here, though. She was afraid that it could become too good. If these images in her head could bring her off so violently, what happens the next time she sees him?

Callie became very, very careful at work. She desperately wanted to find out if he felt the same way (stupid, young woman, creating something where there is nothing!), but she hadn't a clue as to how to go about that. If only there was a way to ask him if there was something -- anything -- any kind of spark, without fearing for a sexual harassment suit, or even worse, an end to what seemed to be a natural, appropriate office friendship.



Forbidden Lust



As he walked into the apartment he heard noises and deciding to investigate, quietly closed the door behind him before trying to find their source. He quietly moved further inside as the volume increased and stopped at a slightly open door where the noise was loudest and peering through the crack he saw her. She was lying naked on her bed with one hand on her still firm tit, squeezing and mauling it while her right hand was between her legs. From its movements he knew she had at least one finger inside her pussy. The hand holding the tit moved away out of sight but quickly returned, this time holding a large pink dildo which he estimated must have been ten inches long. He heard her sigh as she twisted the base to turn it on.

With her eyes now closed she ran it over her face and around her neck, sighing loudly whenever she hit a sensitive area of flesh. She ran it back up her chin towards her mouth where she ran her tongue across the vibrating tip of her plastic cock before licking her lips and sliding the head into her open mouth while still using her fingers inside her pussy.

As he watched his cock grew hard inside his clothing and he found himself rubbing it through the material. Finally it became too uncomfortable and without thinking he undressed, leaving his clothing in a pile by the door. His eyes had never left her as she pleasured herself and the hardness of his cock was causing him problems; never before had he been this hard and he was struggling to keep quiet as he watched and listened as her arousal built until finally, with a loud cry her back arched and her shuddered as her orgasm engulfed her. It was nearly too much for him and he stifled a moan as he watched her body convulse on the bed. He bent down and picked up his underwear and stuffed them in his mouth; there was no way he wanted her to know she was being watched.

Her dildo now caressed her breasts as her fingers moved across her flat abdomen and then back towards her pubic mound, sliding slowly over it and stopping when she found her clit. Her breathing was now ragged and heavy for she had slid the first five inches of her toy into her wet depths and was fucking herself while rubbing her clit. He watched as a further three inches slid into her pussy, watching as it slid from her, coated in her sticky juices before disappearing again, this time all the way in; accompanied by a long, low groan from her. 

She was now fucking herself hard with her toy while he stood at the open doorway stroking the hard protrusion of his cock; his hand being a blur as his own arousal grew. His eyes took in eh sight of the toy going in and out faster and faster and heard her moans become cries and knew she was near to orgasming again. She wasn't the only one for his balls had become walnut sized and his cock stiffer than ever until he felt the familiar urges flowing through himself and his hand became a blur as it moved back and forth along his shaft until with a long moan into his underwear he came, sending jets of cum splashing against the door; still his eyes were on her as she trashed around, lost in her own orgasm.

Quietly he opened the door and crept in the room, standing in the open doorway with his right hand still stroking his now flagging cock. He watched as she came down from her high and then saw as she turned her head in his direction and beckoned him to towards her. 

Without speaking he lay between her open legs and slid the huge toy from her dripping pussy. It was now the first words were spoken.

"Lick it clean," she ordered.

There was no response from him except to lower his head to his hand and begin running his tongue along the shaft of the still vibrating dildo. It was her turn to watch him now as his mouth sub-consciously opened and the tip of the cock slid between his lips.

"That's right. Suck my cock like you want me to suck yours. Take it in your mouth."

He was struggling now and gagging at the unfamiliar intrusion, managing only around four inches before his reflex kicked it when it hit his throat. 

"Do you like the taste of me? Do you want to lick my cunt?" She asked in a taunting voice. He nodded his reply as she was holding the dildo so it stayed in his mouth. She released her hold on the toy and lay back on the bed with her legs apart and her knees bent.

He knelt between her legs and lowered his face to within an inch of her pussy, now able to smell the aroma of her arousal. Her hands went to his head to push it down but her resisted, telling her it was his time to taunt.

Pursing his lips he blew cold air across her open pussy, listening as she gasped at the coldness. One finger ran down the right side of her pussy but kept away from where she wanted it to go. Her own hand snaked down but he slapped it away; she kept them away after that. His cock had now grown as hard as it was before and just as uncomfortable and she had just the thing for easing it. 

He moved position and heard her sigh as he moved away from her pussy but smiled when she realised his intention. He was now knelt be head with seven inches of pulsating male hardness inches away from her face. Taking her head gently in his hands he slowly pulled towards him, watching as her tongue caressed the now super sensitive tip of his cock. He was moaning as she expertly caressed him before taking his full length into her mouth.

"OH FUCK YES! SUCK ME! SUCK MY COCK!" 

His eyes were closed and he was leaning over her as she expertly mouth fucked him. His right hand reached out to find the wetness of her pussy and he soon had two fingers inside her; fucking her as she sucked him into her throat. His fingers were replaced by the toy she had used on herself minutes earlier and as it slid into her she sucked him harder. 

She wanted him between his legs with his tongue lapping her cunt and clit and told him so when she pulled away from him to catch her breath. He gave no reply as his cock once more slid into her saliva filled mouth, but he twisted his body until his face was hovering over her now running and sweetly smelling pussy. His head went lower and she uttered a muttered moan as his tongue caressed her open pussy lips, stopping just short of her erect clit.

He was teasing with his tongue now, probing her wet depths, going as far inside her as possible while she took him and held him in her throat while breathing through her nose. Her mound was grinding against his chin as she attempted to ease the burning desire to cum once more but he kept moving away because he wanted her nearly begging to cum and for another ten minutes he ate and licked her dripping pussy, coating his face in her copious juices while she throat fucked him.

Her breathing and the way she ground herself against his body told him she was now desperate for the relief she craved but he wasn't done taunting her just yet.

"You want to cum don't you?" She grunted an affirmative reply. "You want it real bad don't you? Is it burning you up? Is your body on fire? It is isn't it? On fire with the need to cum. Not yet though. Not until I tell you."

Tears of frustration were now rolling from her eyes as her desperation grew. 

He pulled his cock from her mouth and knelt between her still open bent legs.

"Do you want this inside your wet cunt"? He asked as he knelt higher so she could see his cock in his hand.

"OH PLEASE! YES! FUCK ME! MAKE ME CUM! LET ME CUM! PLEASE!"

"You are such a fucking slut. Only a slut would beg like you have just done. Are you a slut?"

"YES I'M A SLUT! I'M A SLUT WHO BEGS FOR COCK AND TO CUM! PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR HARD COCK AND PLEASE LET ME CUM!"

"Whose slut are"? He was enjoying tormenting now.

"I'm your slut. I'm your slut. Please, please shove that cock inside me and let me cum; please," she was whimpering now; whimpering with desire and knowing she would be his after this was done.

He looked at her tear red eyes and kissed her on the lips as his cock slid effortlessly inside her sopping wet pussy. "Cum," he whispered.

She exploded beneath him as the pent up lust surged from her body. She thrashing and twisting below him as he slowly fucked her, picking up speed as her orgasm diminished until he was pounding into her so hard cunt juice splattered from her every time their bodies crashed together.

Her legs were wrapped around his body squeezing him hard while begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to make her cum again. He knew she was again near cumming as was he and he tried to speed it up by telling her he was ready and that he was going to cum. She could feel herself building; feel the tingling grow inside her; feel the waves of energy coursing through her nerves until they reached a crescendo she gripped him even tighter and screamed out "OH DADDY YESSSSSSSSSSSS" over and over as her orgasm consumed her body . Still he pounded her wet cunt until he could last no longer.

"OH FUCK YES! OH FUCK! I'M GOING TO....I'M GOING... I.....I........I... I..OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH", he screamed when his cock doubled in hardness as jets of hot cum exploded from its purple head, filling his daughter's womb with his hot cum while she cried tears of ecstasy.



Forbidden Lust



Jack Hammond was forty years of age, a successful businessman who'd made it big on the internet, and in doing so, had gone into business for himself, working out of his own home which saved him a lot on overhead. He was still considered attractive too, kept himself in reasonably good shape, working out during the day on his treadmill while on the phone doing business. With dark hair, just a touch of grey beginning at the temples, almost emerald green eyes, he'd had more than enough women take an interest in him. And under normal circumstances, he might have responded to that, but he had lost his wife just under two years ago, and hadn't found it appropriate to begin dating again. Something his own eighteen year old daughter had urged him to do.

Chris was his one and only daughter, being both mother and father to her had proven to be a full time job in and of itself, and though he tried to be a fair disciplinarian, he found himself caving into his daughter's wishes more often than not. It was simply too hard telling her no, especially when she gave him that cute little frowny faced expression she often did, though she did it knowing full well that Jack would most likely give in to whatever whim that she had, provided it didn't cost him a small fortune whenever she did that.

And to make matters worse, she reminded him a lot of Christina, his wife. Like her, Chris had blue eyes, almost a cobalt blue in color that was further enhanced by her nearly coal black hair, which she'd inherited from her mother. With an olive complexion to match, she looked very exotic, especially for her age, which often worried and concerned him with the number of boys that Chris seemed to be entertaining at the time, though luckily, she hadn't seemed to settle down seriously with any one of them...yet.

And in a way, he was also thankful for Chris's best friend Rachel, who spent most of her time over at their place as she had a house full of brothers and sisters, and loved the solitude that the two of them very often enjoyed together, even though Jack was usually home most of the day. So when the weekends came, and Chris wasn't in school, Jack usually found the two of them hanging out together around the house, with Rachel very often spending the night.

So in a way, it was as though he had two daughters, treated them very much the same, expecting them to be grown up enough to clean up after themselves without his having to chase them down in order to do something. And, as discussed and agreed to, Chris did most of the cooking on the weekend while Jack handled it during the week, ensuring Chris as well as Rachel, as she very often came over then too, had no excuses for not doing their homework.

It was early on the following Saturday morning when Jack received a call informing him that there had been some kind of foul up at the small manufacturing plant he processed his orders through. It didn't happen often, but when it did, he most often found himself staying late sorting everything out, and this sounded like it was going to be one of those nights. Jack had just hung up the phone when Chris as usual came racing around the corner heading upstairs to her room. He stopped her in mid stride just as she was about to bound up the stairs.

"Chris honey?"

"Yeah?" she immediately responded, somehow pirouetting perfectly on the steps just as though she'd choreographed the move.

"Looks like I'm going to be working late tonight," he told her. "So don't go to any big effort for dinner, whatever the two of you want to do tonight is fine, I'll pick up something later for myself." Jack was already assuming Rachel would be coming over, and by the look on his daughter's face, he knew that she was as Chris smiled broadly, meaning "Pizza" whenever that happened.

"Sorry dad," she honestly stated meaning it. Though he knew she was also delighted that she and Rachel would have the evening alone together, which meant they'd most likely being turning their music up considerably louder than he allowed them to do whenever he was home. And though there was also a good possibility of boys coming over now too, he had also put a great deal of trust in the two of them to behave themselves, "within reason anyway," he considered remembering how he was when he was their age. 

He watched as Chris bounded up the remainder of the stairs, once again reminded of his own wife who very often did the very same thing.

Jack slowly followed Chris up to his own room, which was just down the hall from hers, though doing so at a significantly slower speed. Even as he reached the top of the stairs, he heard Chris closing her bedroom door, thus invoking the one rule they'd agreed on, and which he'd never broken. A door closed meant plain and simply, they weren't to be disturbed. Even Jack appreciated the fact that Chris honored that one herself, never bothering him whenever she found his own bedroom door shut. Not that it was very often, especially lately, but even though he hadn't been seeing anyone, Jack still had natural urges and desires, that he very often took care of himself. And in addition to that, he had kept and maintained a small collection of x-rated movies and a few pornographic magazines that he also kept in a safe place within his own room that he very often watched, or looked through whenever he did that.

Seeing her closed door, he couldn't help but wonder if his own daughter did that at times as well, and though he figured she probably did, usually for her closing her door meant that she wanted some privacy while on the phone. As he neared her bedroom, he in fact could hear her speaking and knew she was doing just that. Normally Jack would have walked right on by towards his own room, he'd never been in the habit of listening in on his daughter's phone calls before, and he wasn't considering it now. Until he heard her speak, unavoidably catching the words, stopping him cold just outside the door to her bedroom.

"Yeah, daddy's got to work late tonight Rachel, so yes...bring it over with you, I've always wanted to try it, so now would be the perfect time to do so!"

Jack had never feared that his daughter would ever involve herself with drugs, he had certainly worried about it to be sure, but he'd also candidly discussed it with her as well, receiving her assurance that she wouldn't as she had no interest in ever doing that. What he couldn't say the same thing for was Rachel, he also knew that one of her brothers had in fact been busted for smoking grass, and had always wondered then if Rachel herself had ever tried it, though he'd never asked her about it.

And that was another one of those, "Do as I say, not as I did things," which caused him a little grief as well, once again remembering what he'd been like at his daughter's age.

Jack was just about to leave when the phone rang again, he was relieved to hear that they had managed to sort out the invoicing/shipping problem and he wouldn't have to come in after all. Jack headed towards the kitchen to inform Chris of the very same when Rachel arrived, walking in carrying an overnight bag, which she very often did. Except that this time, he saw a subtle nervous expression showing on her face as she entered, and once again couldn't help wondering what it was she had brought over with her that he now knew they were being so secretive about. In the blink of an eye, Jack knew what he was going to do. And again, it wasn't because he didn't have faith in, or trust his own daughter, and as much as he really did like Rachel, he didn't have the same level of trust for her.

"Alright sweetie," he said speaking to Chris. "I'll most likely be home really late, so you two go ahead and order in Pizza, or whatever you'd like, just save a slice or two for me for later will ya?"

"Ok daddy," Chris said giving him a hug and a kiss, just as Rachel likewise did, seeing him out.

Jack drove down the street, quickly parking the car, and then made his way back to the house surreptitiously coming back down the alley that was used for garbage pickup out behind the row of houses. Quietly entering in through the service gate, Jack then made his way around the backside of the house, entering in through the garage as he had his keys, and stood by the door listening before entering. Though it was risky, he heard nothing and decided to chance entering. When he did, he could hear that the girls were already upstairs, though by the still muffled sounds, he also knew that the door to Chris's room was closed. And even though he wasn't expected to be there of course, no doubt Chris had chosen to close it as a further precaution in the event that he did, also knowing that Jack wouldn't disturb them even then, not as long as her door was obviously closed.

Slipping off his shoes, which he'd have done anyway leaving them at the back door, Jack quietly made his way up the stairs, cautiously approaching his daughter's bedroom, prepared to act quite naturally as though he had just then returned if he had to, using the real reason for doing so should he be caught. He soon reached the door, listening as the girls spoke in normal toned voices, obviously unconcerned and still somewhat assured they were alone.

"Wow, it really does look like a real one doesn't it? How's it feel anyway?" Jack heard Chris asking.

"Here, let me show you," Rachel responded. 

Jack now knew what they were doing, and what Rachel had brought over with her. He could hear the tiny hum of the vibrating toy as they turned it on, heard his own daughter giggle as she must have touched herself with it.

"It tickles," she giggled, and then hearing a deeper tone of voice that he wasn't used to hearing when she added, "Oh...but that doesn't!"

Jack then heard another, and likewise knew that Rachel was now using one too. The image of her being the one stuck in his mind, imagining as he stood there what she must have looked like. He didn't even realize he had stood there rubbing his self through his pants, his prick hard, straining against the material.

"You know what would really be fun?" He then heard Chris asking.

"No what?"

"If we did this while watching one of dad's naughty movies!"

Jack froze, panic seizing him for a moment, still listening for the sounds of movement, his head turning looking back, realizing as he did so that he was further away from the landing than he was from his own bedroom.

"They still in the same place?" Rachel asked as Jack heard movement on the bed, or rather off it as someone got up.

He couldn't afford to just stand there any longer, sprinting in his stocking feet, hoping that his own hurried movement wouldn't be heard as he made it to his own room, immediately realizing however he was just as trapped there as anywhere, but then ducking into his own private bathroom, hoping against hope that Rachel wouldn't bother looking in there when she came in. He'd just barely stepped inside when he heard the door open to Chris's room, the sound of bare feet padding down the hallway. Jack could sense it, even before her heard her when she entered the room going immediately to the bottom drawer of his dresser where he kept all his porn stash.

He could hear Rachel rummaging around for a moment, the sound of tapes being looked at and returned. He found he was holding his breath, hoping she would soon select something and leave, allowing him to then do the same. Then she sneezed.

"Shit!" Jack heard Rachel say to herself as she sneezed again.

He heard the drawer close, she'd obviously chosen something, and then heard the sound of footsteps on the carpeted floor, but he realized too late they weren't heading out back through the doorway, but into the bathroom!

"Holy shit!" Rachel said, though thankfully not loud enough to be heard down the hallway, especially with the music playing in the room. Rachel stood, naked...one hand holding onto what was obviously one of his tapes, the other to her nose where she embarrassedly wiped it as she'd walked in, surprising Jack, surprising herself. "What the fuck?" She's said, then just as quickly collected herself and apologized, though still obviously off balance, as was Jack as they both stood there awkwardly eyeing one another. "I'm sorry...it's just that, what are you doing anyway?"

Rachel might have been naked, and under any other circumstances, Jack might have allowed himself to continue to stand there looking at her, but he soon followed her own gaze looking down at himself, and saw what she saw, now looking back up into her eyes with a horrified expression on his face. Not only was Jack still hard, his prick not yet aware of the consequences of still being so, but what he hadn't realized until now, was that he had a fairly obvious, fairly good sized wet spot that had appeared clearly on the front of his beige slacks.

"Jack?" Rachel asked once again, though she had lifted her arm covering her breasts, and then likewise realizing as she did what she held in her hand as she did so.

"Fuck!" Jack said sitting down on the toilet, he was screwed and he knew it! The moment Chris learned what he'd done, she'd probably never trust or believe him again. And Jack knew as he continued to sit there, with Rachel likewise standing in front of him as she was, just as stunned, if not more so than he was, that what Chris had been doing was perfectly natural, normal. What he had...wasn't, not really the way he saw it. And it was certainly something he'd never be able to adequately explain to her either.

"Wait here!" Rachel said suddenly surprising him. "Don't go anywhere, or do anything! I'll be right back!"

Rachel soon disappeared the sound of her hurried footsteps running down the hall, the door opening, closing again, leaving him to sit there wondering what the hell was going to happen now.

It seemed and probably felt like an eternity, but he soon heard the sound of the bedroom door opening, and then closing once again. For a moment he heard nothing, and then realized that Rachel had in fact reentered the bedroom, this time purposely quiet. He noticed that she had at least put on a bathrobe covering her nakedness, she put her fingers up to her lips, telling him as she did so that he was to be quiet as she took his hand and led him out of the room, past his daughters closed doors which they crept by even more quietly, and then down the stairs. Only when they reached the kitchen area did Rachel finally speak. "Go down stairs to the den, wait for me, I'll be right back!"

Once again she left, leaving him just as confused if not more so than he already was, returning a short time later, finding him just where she'd told him to go.

"You mind telling me what's going on?" Jack asked, finding his question to her to be as equally absurd as hers had to be in asking him the very same thing.

Rachel was still a bit breathless as she began. "I told Chris that when I stepped out to go get the tape," she blushed, "that I heard someone knocking on the door downstairs, so I went to have a peek, which is all I could do because I was naked, but then I saw it was my boyfriend Bobby, and so I told him to wait there for a moment, and that I'd be right back, which is when I then went back up to put on this robe. Anyway, to make a long story short," which Jack was happy to hear as he was still nervous about being there, she continued. "So I told Chris that I sorta had been expecting Bobby to show up, which he won't be by the way, and that I needed to spend a few minutes with him, and that I'd shoo him out as soon as I could. Since Chris doesn't really much care for him anyway, I know she won't come down and bother us. And besides, she's sort of busy herself at the moment," Rachel left off saying not really needing to say more.

"So now what?" Jack asked, figuring it was now time for his own explanation, though he still hadn't been able to come up with anything that would make any sense, or excuse himself for even being there, let alone caught in the condition that he had been when he was.

Rachel smiled, throwing him completely off at the moment, in a way he'd expected her to get angry now, and he knew Chris certainly would if she were to tell her. But she continued to stand there smiling at him, though he also knew she was thinking about something else as she did.

"I won't say anything to her," Rachel began, "If you don't!"

"Are you kidding me?" Jack stated. "I'll never say a word about any of this!"

"Not this...this!" Rachel said, and then she let her robe fall away, once again revealing her nakedness.

"Rachel, I...I can't! You're my daughter's age, as much as I might like to, want to...I can't!"

Though Jack had glimpsed at her nubile young body earlier, he hadn't really taken stock of it then, not like he did now as he stood there looking at her, Rachel so seductively posing herself, one finger actually near her lips, turned off to one side showing him her firm young body as she did so. Her pert young breasts so full, so firm, each capped with a rosy pink nipple, which were obviously, erect, something she now drew his eyes to as she stood there beginning to finger one.

"Maybe I am Jack," she said calling him by name in a tone of voice she'd never used before, sounding somehow far mature than her age, even dangerous in a way as she spoke. "But I've thought very often what it might be like to be with you, I've even thought about just coming up and telling you, but never found a way I could really do it, not until now anyway. And we don't have a lot of time either. I told Chris I wouldn't be gone any longer than a half an hour, just long enough to get my boyfriend off, before sending him home."

Jack continued to stand there dumbfounded at her words, almost paralyzed, speechless, and unable to think of anything to say, let alone do. Already he could feel his cock once again firming, hardening, even as much as he stood there trying to will it not too.

"Come on Jack, obviously you're horny, thinking about it, you certainly were earlier when I first saw you, so I know that you must have been. And I can tell that you are now too," she said suddenly reaching out, her hand coming into direct contact with Jack's cock through his pants as she drew closer to him, rubbing it, allowing her breasts to graze against his chest. "Like I said Jack, I'll never say anything about any of this...if you don't."

Whether it was her hand stroking his cock, or her nude body pressing so tantalizingly against him, he would perhaps never really know, but in the next instant, Jack picked her up, carrying her to the couch there in the den, laying her down on it as he quickly removed his clothing. He knew he had thrown all caution to the wind, all sense of moral values going right out the window. Even the thought of his daughter being upstairs added to the dangerous thrill and excitement of his fucking Rachel with the knowledge that she very well could walk in on them at any time. And even with that, he no longer cared, he felt the surge of excitement coursing through him. Jack soon joining Rachel there on the couch, his lips capturing one of those hard twin towers of lusty hardness, sucking it, nursing at it like a baby as she held his head, her fingers running through his hair, coaxing him to continue, and then urging him to taste and pull on the other with his lips.

"Are you..."

"A virgin?" Rachel giggled, finishing it for him. "No, though I might add, Chris still is, well...technically anyway." Though Jack didn't ask "And I'm on the pill too," she added, "Just in case you're wondering," which he had been. "But I've only done it a couple of times too," she now added once again, letting him know as she did that she was still inexperienced, yet anxious, hoping to become more so as she invited him to enter her.

"Not yet," Jack said as he slid down once again paying homage to her breasts briefly before lingering at a moment at her naval, kissing and licking it, giving hint to her as to his intentions.




Forbidden Lust



"Oh God!"

"What?"

"Now that...I am!" she giggled pleasurably now well aware of what he was planning on doing to her.

"You mean no one has ever..."

"Nope! Not ever!" she giggled once again pleasurably, excitedly, all but pushing his head down even further now wanting to feel that even more than the other. Now for the first time, Jack grinned.

It had been a long time. "Too fucking long!" Jack told himself silently, and he made a mental note to change that, which in a way, he was doing now. Jack took another moment to part the young woman's lips, devouring them first with his eyes, taking in the sweetness of her womanly smell, and then lightly placing the tip of his tongue on the hard little knot of her clit as he tickled her there briefly.

"Oh my God!" Rachel moaned loudly, almost too much so, though Jack felt somewhat secure in the knowledge they were at least down stairs, far away from his own daughter's bedroom.

Jack began tonguing her seriously then, alternating between doing that and lightly sucking, drawing in her hard sweet clit, holding it, and then flicking it rapidly, his fingers finally joining the onslaught of her young tender cunt as he devoured her, tasting her juices which began flowing in abundance. Before either of them knew it, she was in the throes of orgasm, her pussy suddenly exploding, and the orgasmic bliss she began to feel seizing her body. Jack slid up, his prick easily locating her wetness, sliding in, filling her in one fell swoop. He heard the surprised intake of her breath, even as she continued to cum, cumming even harder then, if that were even possible as he began thrusting his prick in and out of her. Jack felt her hands surrounding him, felt her nails as they raked his back, knowing full well as they did that they'd leave marks on his flesh. He drove into her even deeper, harder. He felt her begin to climax once again though he was no longer sure when one climax began and another ended for her. It seemed to be continuous as she thrashed wildly beneath him crying out her pleasures until his own soon after joined hers as he felt his prick unleash his pent up frustrations, desires and needs, too long held inside.

"I'd better get back upstairs," Rachel said shakily, "Before Chris comes down here looking for me," she added with a wink. "Give us another half hour or so before you come home," she stated then.

Jack shook his head in understanding, only then beginning to dress, his mind reeling with what had just happened, mixed emotions regarding it flooding his senses.

Rachel reached the hallway looking back towards him. "And by the way, Chris sleeps like a rock once she is," she added. "So don't lock your bedroom door later," she grinned, and then disappeared up the stairs.

Jack felt his prick twitch, and smiled.



Forbidden Lust



*A/N* So apparently I have a thing for teachers... Well, one in particular but we won't go into that on here :-). I was trying to finish a chapter for another story but this kept screaming at me to be written, so here we are ladies and gentlemen. Forbidden Lust is now available for your reading pleasure. –Kay*

Forbidden Lust

My Friday night was looking pretty boring up until a few moments ago. I had just settled in to catch up on some old episodes of my favorite show when all of a sudden my cell phone started singing Lady GaGa alerting me that I had a new text.

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

>I need to see you. Can I come over?
-Jon

My heart raced as a million questions ran through my mind. "Should I let him come over? I mean... it's pretty dangerous for us to be seen together right now, but damn I miss him." I bit my lip as the ideas traveled through my brain. I made quick of hitting reply...

>Are you close by?
-Sera 

It was agonizing waiting for his reply. My heart was beating in overtime and my mind was drawing up what outfit I should be wearing right now. Pajamas were certainly not at the top of that list... 

I ran upstairs with cell phone in hand as I rushed to my bedroom and threw open my closet. I made quick of grabbing my tight skinny jeans and a modest but low cut black halter top. 

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

>I can be there in 5. Literally. C u then.
-Jon

I dressed and ran into my bathroom to check my hair, messy. Perfect. I grabbed some mousse and made it messier, creating a sex hair effect. I stood back from my floor length mirror and took in my appearance. "Good as its gonna get in five damn minutes." If I didn't miss him so much, I would be seriously pissed right now.

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

>Gonna let me in? Or r u satisfied with your outfit yet... ;-)

I cursed under my breath as I slid on some black flats and made my way back downstairs, this time not so rushed. I unlocked my door and immediately found myself being pressed hard against the wall behind me. Hands were on my hips drawing my closer while my hands felt the smooth feeling of his buzz cut. With my legs wrapped around his waist, my front door was closed, locked and I soon found myself in the dark hallway. 

"God I've missed this! We fit together so perfectly, why can't things be different?"

All coherent thoughts left me as his big hand cupped and squeezed my left breast almost painfully. My moans pushed him over the edge, causing him to rip my top off and squeeze me tight to his chest as we made our way to my bedroom. 

By the time we made it up the stairs, we were both naked and close to having a nervous breakdown if we didn't get to the damn bed soon. It had been months since we found time to sneak off together or even see each other off campus and my body was definitely feeling the effects of being away so long. 

I ached for him, my body had memorized his every move and anticipated each and every one with such a flaming desire that my skin burned. I knew I wouldn't be able to stand foreplay, nor could Jon stand giving any thankfully. My nails dug into his back as he pushed into my tight core suddenly, drawing a deep moan from both of us. 

"Oh yes Jon, fuck me. Please, don't stop. Harder, yes!" 

My body came alive under his touch as we fought our way to a much needed release. My hips ached from his fingertips digging into my flesh as he pounded into me like never before. His strokes became harder, if it was even possible, and I dug my nails into the comforter as I came hard and moaned my release into his passionate kiss. I felt his body tense and after one last deep stroke, I felt him coat my insides with his warm sticky cum. 

He collapsed onto the bed pulling me on top of him as we rolled. His cock never left me as we fell into an exhausted sleep in each others arms. 

******

I awoke the next morning with Jon's arms around my waist, keeping me close while we slept. My body was sore from the several sessions of love making we had during the night, but I couldn't be happier than right now. 

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

Jon groaned in his sleep as I reached for my phone on the nightstand. 

>Mr. Beal wasn't in his office yesterday for my intern appointment. I missed the party 4 nothing! :-(
-Kate

>I'm sure something just came up K. There r always other parties ya know...
-Sera

I giggled to myself as I hit send... "Oh, something came up alright... Four or five times."

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

>Yeah, well he better b there next time or I'm going to the dean... I need this internship!
-Kate

"You're busted buddy. You skipped your meeting with Kate, you're a bad influence on your students Mr. Beal."

I couldn't help but tease him as I snuggled closer into his warmth and idly played with his chest hair. His sleepy reply made me blush and hide in his chest even more...

"I do believe that another student of mine needed help studying the reproductive system, I'm sure she'll understand that I needed to reschedule. I mean, your education is much more important than a silly internship anyway." 

"Ha...Ha... You're such a jerk, why do I love you again?"

I regretted it as it came out of my mouth. Son. Of. A. Donkey. Dick. Why the HELL did I just say that?!?!? Oh, god please just let him continue his conversation and skip over that damn slip of the tongue!

"Sera, are you listening to me? Earth to Seraphim." 

Groan "Don't call me that, you know I hate it." 

"Got your attention didn't it? I like it, I mean; you are my angel ya know..." Of course he had to tease me as soon as we got up... 

"Do you want me to make you breakfast, I know you've missed my amazing cooking skills Miss Romans."

"Oh yes, I've not had your amazing cold cereal in months, whatever will I do with myself if I don't get any this morning?!" 

"You tease, but you know it's better than when you make it yourself, Sera." 

"Oh shut it Mr. Beal! What are you going to do, fail me? I'm not in your class anymore ya know..." 

I couldn't help but giggle as he pounced on me, sending me backwards into the bed once again. 

"I'll give you bad marks and send you to the dean's office. You don't want that do you?"

He rasped this out between kisses on my neck and collar bone. 

"Oh, heavens no Mr. Beal" mmm "No, I don't want to go to the dean's office, he might kick me out on my ass."

"Is it your ass you're worried about love? Well, maybe I should spank you for being such a naughty girl?"

"You wouldn't dare Jonathon Gregory Beal!"

I wiggled out of his grasp and ran for the kitchen with Jon close behind me. 

"Oh, I think I would and I know for certain that you deserve it now!"

I felt his hand connect with my shoulder, spinning me around and pressing me face first into the wall.

"Now, I do believe you're going to be a good girl and walk politely over to the couch for your spanking Miss Seraphim. Or will it be the hard way?"

He pressed his massive hard on into my lower back and I groaned from the contact. 

"Can I have both Mr. Beal?"

His eyes shown with excitement as he picked me up and tossed me on the couch. He positioned me leaning over the back of the couch with my feet on the cushions, lifted my baggy t-shirt and smacked my ass hard. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter with each smack, then almost came when his fingers slipped into me on the last smack. I felt his shifting around and was awarded with his cock plunging into me in one swift stroke.

My body shook as he took me from behind, his fingertips digging into my flesh making me cum that much harder. He grabbed my hair pulling me back for a deep kiss while he pounded into me finally filling me with his warm sticky cum. We collapsed on the couch together and caught our breath. 

"Sera, I'm transferring to a different teaching position at another university in the fall. I want you to come with me Seraphim, come with me and be my wife."

I just looked at him dazed, where had all this come from? Could I settle down at the age of twenty-three? I normally would say hell no, but this felt right and it felt good. He took my silence as an indecisive one and decided to persuade me.

"You're graduating in two weeks Sera, you could come with me and we could start our life together. No holds barred. Think about it, we wouldn't have to sneak around to be together anymore! We could raise a family in due time and we could be happy together. What do you say?"

He moved off the couch and pulled something from his jacket which was on my big boy chair, my favorite chair. 

"Seraphim Marie Romans, will you stop this sneaking around and be my wife? I want nothing more than to grow old with you, sit in rocking chairs and have anthropological discussions when we're eighty."

He was on one knee before I could blink back the tears forming in my eyes. I couldn't breathe but I instantly knew what my answer would be. I took a shaky breath in and looked down at the ring he was holding. Oh my god, it looks just like my mother's ring! 

"Jon, where did you get this?"

"Your grandmother, she knew it would mean more if it were your mother's ring. She wanted you to have something special to remind you of your parents sweetie, so she gave me this when I spoke with her last week."

My breath hitched and I dove into his arms, kissing him deeply.

"Oh god yes I'll marry you Jon! I want nothing more than to be your eighty year old wife in a rocking chair arguing about primates and cultural differences around the world." 

Sounds stupid right? Not to two Anthropologists. Nope, to us this was the promise that we would grow old together and get through whatever life threw at us. Together. We would do it all together.