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Forbidden Desires

By: Ntty



As she stands there at the counter balancing the cafeteria's books for the day, I can't resist any longer. Since we're the last two in the kitchen, I decide to just go for it and see what happens. I approach her slowly from behind, not knowing if she even realizes I'm there. 

As I slide up to her, I reach my hands around and up to softly caress what is probably the nicest set of breasts I've ever seen. Well, maybe they aren't the best I've seen, but on her trim body, they look even bigger and better than any I've seen. High and firm, and probably at least a 36C by my guess... Now that I'm finally touching them, even though it's through her sweater, I become instantly aroused. She leans her head back onto my shoulder and moans quietly. Ah! So it was no coincidence that she's working late tonight. She must have known I was here and she wants this as much as I do. She grabs my left hand and slides it down between her legs. I can feel the heat even through her jeans -- her pussy feels like it must be so hot it's almost glowing! I begin kissing her neck and ear, my hands returning to massaging her breasts.

Impatiently, she says, "Wouldn't that be better without this sweater in the way?" I quickly agree and can't believe this can be happening to me. To my surprise, she's not wearing a push-up bra, and it's a minimizer at that! Unbelievable! Like me, she must be getting even hotter by the minute because she doesn't even wait for me to remove her bra. She slides out of it effortlessly, revealing a pair of perfect 36D's. I underestimated them! I pause momentarily, simply staring at her in amazement. I thought she was amazing fully clothed -- I never imagined this! She has always been very trim -- a natural hardbody, and on that little body, those breasts.... "Wow!" 

That's all I could manage to say... She smiles and stands there staring back at me, her beautiful blue eyes wild with passion, her sandy blonde hair also a little wild after having removed her sweater. I reach out to her, pulling her against me. She quickly slides her hands under my polo shirt and pulls it up over my head and off. We quickly and clumsily remove each other's jeans, knowing but not caring how much trouble this will be if anyone walks in. By now my erection is just begging to be released, and she gladly obliges. Beginning at the tip, she slowly and passionately kisses her way down and then back up. She seems to have wanted this just as long as I have! 

She works her way around and up and down, kissing, licking, and sucking gently until I can't stand it anymore. She guides me to the chair at her desk and sits me down. Then she drops to her knees and positions herself between my legs. Looking up at me, she gives me an almost evil grin before taking my penis quickly into her mouth. This is so sudden that it's almost too much for me, and sensing this, she pauses and then begins again more slowly. She wants this to be very memorable! Though this is the first time I've ever really experienced a blowjob, I have to believe that they aren't all going to be this good. Her mouth, her lips, her tongue -- all sensing exactly what to do before I even tell her what I wanted... I can't believe I've waited so long for her to do this, but it definitely been worth the wait! 

After what seems like an eternity, but probably was only a few short minutes, I feel my orgasm coming and she starts pumping and bobbing and sucking for all she's worth. At last I explode..... As my world stops spinning and the blackness is fading back to light, I realize she's still sucking down my cum, apparently enjoying every drop. "That was wonderful!" I sigh. "But now, my dear, it's your turn!" I stand and guide her into the chair and quickly slide her silk panties down her beautifully tanned and toned legs. Now I have a clear view of a very beautiful pussy. 

Trimmed, shaved, but not hairless, the little patch of blonde hair is already drenched, her juices running down her leg and onto the chair. The outer lips are puffy and reddening, and I can tell she won't last long. I bury my face, quickly finding the opening of her vagina with my tongue. She gasps with pleasure and wraps her legs around my head, pulling me farther in. Slowly, I run my tongue up and down her slit, pausing only to tease her clitoris or give her a brief tongue-fucking. She's about to go over the edge, so with two fingers I spread her open, exposing her clit to my view. I pounce on it, sucking and licking until, her body convulsing, she begins a series of orgasms. 

She's still having aftershocks as I help her stand and walk over to the desk. If we had more options, we probably would have used one of them, but the desk was the best option there was, so I helped her up onto it, and with her legs over my shoulders, I slid into position. Still shuddering slightly from my recent oral attention, she moaned loudly as I teased her opening with the head of my cock. When I was afraid she couldn't take any more and might start screaming, I slid into her. Slowly at first so it didn't hurt her too much, but she soon began to stretch and I slid easily in. It was better than anything I've ever felt. She was tight, but I guess I should have expected that. 

This was her first time, too. Both of us are out of control with desire, and as I start pumping in and out, she enthusiastically meets my every thrust. I know we're getting closer, but I wish this could last forever... About that time, I hear a very loud beeping noise somewhere off to my left, and as I slowly open my eyes, that body I've wanted to experience for so long slowly fades away... "Damn! Just a dream again," I think to myself, hoping none of my roommates were yet awake enough to have heard any part of my dream. And I crawl out of bed to begin another day of wanting her... 

You see, from the first time I saw Heather, I wanted her. Of course it was sexual almost from the start--you couldn't see her and not want that--but this was always more than that. I've never really been able to explain or understand it. But I'm getting ahead of myself... 

The first time we met, I was eleven and even though she was only ten and as innocent as most ten-year-old girls are, there was still something about her. I have a sister who is four years older than me, and Heather just happened to be one of her best friends in spite of the difference in age. So Heather hung around our house a lot, and I can't say that I minded much. She was an early-bloomer and had a woman's body long before it would be legal to use it. But she was becoming a friend of mine, too. And from the beginning, there was always an electricity when she walked into the room. Being shy growing up, I never pursued more than the growing friendship. Through our high school years, she was always seemed interested in anyone other than me. So I sorta kept my distance, but there was always a burning to be close to her and to experience her completely--every thought, every word, every look, every breath. 

After graduation, I went away to college, but she followed right behind me a year later. I was now 19 and she was 18, and I don't think I've ever seen a better 18-yr-old body. The electricity -- the energy -- was still there every time I saw her, but her sexuality was almost overpowering. At 5'7" and by my estimation, about 36C-22-33, she could command the attention of every man in the room without even trying. But I was still growing out of my shyness and never thought I had a chance with her. As I've already told you, though, that didn't stop me from dreaming... Dreaming of making passionate love with her in every place and in every position we wanted to... But my dreams were as close as I ever got back then. And after I graduated, we went our separate ways and ended up moving to opposite ends of the country -- but it still couldn't stop the dreams. They weren't every night, but four or five nights per week, those dreams drove me crazy wanting what I thought I'd never have.

So after a while, I met someone else and after dating for over a year, we got married. I love her and don't want her to get hurt by any of this, but the burning for Heather never went away. Neither did the dreams. Oh, they don't come as often, but when they do, I hope my wife doesn't hear me talking in my sleep... Not sure how I'd explain that one. But now it gets more complicated: a year later, Heather moved back home to the area, and I knew I would run into her sooner or later. When I finally did, what I saw completely overwhelmed me -- she's still the same Heather, but now she's matured into a sexy, classy woman who knows what she wants and gets it. 

And the first time our eyes met, I knew what she wanted. I wish I'd seen it several years ago, but there's no mistaking it now: she's always wanted me just as much as I did her. I can see it in every look, every glance, everything she says or does. It's so powerfully sexual, it feels like an instant orgasm. I don't know if everyone else sees it or not, but I think my wife suspects. As I said, Heather gets what she wants. And every time I think of her, I know that sooner or later, she will get what she wants from me, too. The only questions are when, where, in what positions and how often. I know I probably should get as far away as possible, but I also know that I can't. You see, I usually get what I want, too. And I still want her. 

The dreams come more often now. They're so powerful that often I end up either making love to my wife in the middle of the night or taking a quick trip to the bathroom to finish what my "dream girl" started. But I can't take this much longer. Every time I see her, that look wears me down just a little bit more. Sometime we will meet somewhere when I am alone and so is she. And there will be no stopping it. My dreams will finally come true. Over and over... Until then... This story is

To Be Continued...

Forbidden Desires



Jewel and I had been dating for six months or so. I knew that she was into porn and I respected that completely. I'm an easy-going fellow, and I knew that she would be protected. Besides, she makes incredible money and leads a very enjoyable life. She introduced me to the elite of her industry at parties and award shows. I found porn stars to be very hospitable and fun to be around. Some of them are a little crazy, but none of them were any trouble at all.

That was my personal opinion. Oh, Jewel could tell you a few things about some of them. She was very adamant for me not to hang around Peter Ramsey. Peter and I had struck up conversation at the AVN Award pre-show party while Jewel was hanging out with a few. He seemed like a nice guy. He talked with me about typical guy stuff-- sports, jobs, and women. I knew he was Jewel's ex, though she never told me why she broke it off with him. Of course, I was happy with Jewel, and I didn't want to bring up old things between her and Peter. Still, he was very respectful and talked about Jewel fondly.

When Jewel caught me, she pulled me away very quickly, without so much as even acknowledging that Peter was even there. It puzzled me, but I thought better of it to mention it after the show. But after the show, we got blitzed and had some fun of our own. It happens-- what can I tell you?

But the next day I managed to remember what happened at the party. So I asked her why she broke it off with her ex Peter.

"He cheated on me," Jewel said.

"Really?" I asked, puzzled as to why he would cheat on such a fine woman. Anyway, that happens to hear all the time, since she has sex for a living. I wanted to know more, and she told me.

"I was away on business one night, but we finished shooting early. I came home, and I found Peter in the shower with one of his friends from the set."

"Who? One of the broads?"

"No, it was with Alex, his personal trainer."

"I can't believe he would find another woman to fool around with." Jewel looked at me with an icy stare.

"Alex was not a woman," Jewel said. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. I couldn't believe it.

"You mean he's--" 

"Peter says he's bisexual. He used to do porn with men a long time ago, though he doesn't do it anymore. Instead, he just fools around when he feels like it, preferably with someone who's never done it before. At least that's what I heard last time."

"This is very difficult to believe, Jewel."

"Why's that?"

"I don't know. I guess that because he's in porno, I would think that he's enjoys fucking women left and right."

"No, he loves women, Xave. But I guess I'm just the jealous type that wants to be monogamous."

"Guess you were right about watching my back around him."

"In more ways than one," Jewel said. 

***

I really only became a porn fan when I met Jewel. Before I met her, I used to watch on occasion. And when I did, I never paid attention to the actors or who they were. But when I met her, I used to check out the work she had in the apartment. It was no coincidence that she didn't have one porno involving her and her ex Peter in a scene together. But I did have some curiosity about Peter for some reason. I guess it was because I wanted to see how he could possibly do it.

One weekend, when Jewel was away on a shoot, I woke up early and went on line and looked up Peter Ramsey on Google. It was amazing just how many sites out there had something on him. I downloaded a few small clips of him and his cumshots, which were legendary on the net. I had run into a few of those shots in my travels, and nothing I had seen from Peter was that impressive. But then there was this one scene where a blonde starlet sucked him off to a massive cumshot. The semen practically flew out of his cock hard. He wasn't even jerked off or sucked off. The man did it all himself, and huge, long ropes darted out of his erection and splashed down onto the blonde's shocked face. Needless to say, she wasn't the only one surprised. I was completely floored by what I saw. Not only that, but my cock was rock hard and aching, and I played the clip again to wank off. I managed to cum just as he did in one of the repeats. The orgasm I produced seemed longer and heavier than most other times, not to mention feeling as enjoyable as sex itself.

I logged off, deleted the clips I downloaded, and headed for the shower. As I did, I replayed that huge cumshot Peter had given that blonde over in my mind, and before I knew it, I was soaping up my erection. It was at that moment when it hit me. It took me about twenty years or so for that moment to hit, but it did. I asked myself what I was more turned on by-- the cumshot that he had given her, or the cock and the man that had given the cumshot to her? All guys question their sexuality at some time, and Peter Ramsey's cumshot finally triggered the question off in me. 

I enjoyed having sex with Jewel. I knew that. I was always turned on by women, and I knew that. Now, I was turned on by another man's cock. Women are beautiful in their physical ways, and at that moment, I thought of Peter Ramsey's cock as being just as beautiful. I recalled it being big, without curve, and delivering the most amazing cumshots I had ever seen. I even felt a little envious of the blonde starlet that got to suck his cock and take that massive orgasm all over her face. I couldn't believe what I was thinking, and I just tried to shake it all off. My decision to repress my feelings was out of disbelief, but also out of the fact that I was Jewel's, and Jewel was mine. I wanted nothing to spoil that. I knew that the feelings would go away anyway, and that it was just a natural thing that us male animals have. I let my cock soften, finished my shower, and went on with my daily life.

But that morning I had ignited quite a little flame inside my mind, and I could do nothing to extinguish it. I kept replaying that massive cumshot in my mind, and it drove me crazy with lust. With Jewel off in some far local having sex with strangers, I was left to my lonesome. I figured that I would just waste that one day feeding my forbidden obsession. It was a strategy that I believed would finally rid me of that impure thought of sucking his cock. I went back online and downloaded every Peter Ramsey clip I could find. Because I had a broadband hookup, I downloaded plenty of clips and pictures fast. It didn't take me long to be hard again, and this time I would be ready for an all-day wankfest. I brought out a bottle of lube Jewel had lying around and plenty of Kleenex. 

I stripped down to nothing, wrapped myself in a half-open robe, and played my full-blown cock all afternoon, stroking my seven-inch member slow as I watched Peter Ramsey being sucked and squirting his juice all over some pretty faces. I was mesmerized by the looks on the sluts' faces as they tasted and swallowed his cock. I was thrilled to watch Peter's cock slam into one ass after another. The final results came all over faces in buckets, inspiring me to cum in buckets of my own. I must have jerked off about seven times that day, cumming hard each time as if I were enjoying real sex, pushing myself to the limit, filling my wastepaper basket with plenty of dirty tissues. 

By evening, I had finally finished up, I burned the clips onto a blank CD and hid it in the outer pouch of my gym bag. After cleaning up and dressing, I deleted the files and the memory of my tracks off the computer. I felt gratified and relieved, believing that I had stroked the manlust right out of me. Jewel would be returning the next day, and I would go back to my normal ways. I believed it was a one-time thing, but in case I felt the urge to purge again, I had my CD. But oddly enough, I would eventually forget I even had it. 

***

Two weeks went by, and my momentary walk on the wild bisexual side was just about a distant memory. I avoided porn sites with the mere mention of Peter Ramsey, and focused on my own work as well as Jewel's, whenever I had the chance. I slept in with Jewel Saturday morning after a wild Friday night. She had the weekend off, and we had plans of going out later that day to the beach. I woke up around 10:30; she was still out of it, and I decided to let her sleep a little longer. I decided to go for a workout. I didn't bother to shower, so I just slipped on a t-shirt,athletic shorts and sneakers, and packed a bag with my day clothes. In the process, I felt the CD protruding through the outer pouch. I hadn't felt the urge to play it since I went on my masturbation spree. I thought about throwing it out on the way home so Jewel wouldn't see it.

"I'm going down to the gym. Be back around noon," I whispered to her.

"Okay," she said, totally sleepy. I headed out. The gym was only three blocks from the apartment and was a pretty swank place. It was one of the perks of dating a pornstar; access to the best of just about anything. Some high-profile personalities worked out there, and I often saw some celebrities, though I didn't get too many autographs. I figure they ought to sweat in peace since the rest of the time everyone's hounding them.

After warming up, I hit the weights and did a few reps with some dumbbells. I headed over toward a mechanical lift machine and waited for the person using it to finish. After two reps, he let go of the bar from his hands and turned to see me. My heart skipped a beat for a second there.

"Hey, Xavier," Peter Ramsey said. Once again, I envisioned the last time I saw him and what he was doing on film. There was a little quiver of excitement in my shorts, but I shook it off, dismissing it quickly. He extended his hand, and I shook it. I noticed his firm grip-- strong, but not overpowering. No sign of jealousy whatsoever.

"I didn't know you worked out here," I said, trying to be polite.

"Yeah, I come here from time to time. It's better working out in public."

"I come here three days a week," I said. "I live only three blocks from here."

"Oh yeah? Where's Jewel?"

"She's sleeping in today."

"Gave her a good show last night, man?" He smiled at me, the way all guys smile when the talk about scoring with a hot chick. I couldn't believe what Jewel said about him.

"Definitely," I said, nodding confidently, trying not to blush. Peter chuckled.

"So you want to work out together? I've been here only a half-hour or so, but I can go as long as you want." Peter was so matter-of-fact about it. I couldn't tell a thing about his sexuality whatsoever.

"I don't see why not," I replied. He got up and let me use the mechanical lift.

Peter and I got to know each other a little better. I couldn't help but admire him for even more than what he had hidden in his shorts. The guy was in his late 40s, but had a physique most men my age would do anything to have. His arms, in particular, were quite big, flexing generously when he curled a weight. Oddly enough, though, there was nothing sexual about it. We were just getting along as if we went back many years. 

After our long workout, we headed toward the locker room. His locker, amazingly enough, was right across from my own. I opened my locker and pulled out a white towel and matching bar of soap I left there in my previous journey. I peeled the sweaty clothes off my body. I left the locker door open. It was an accident, but it could have been a Freudian slip, because on the door I had a magnetic mirror, which gave me a full view of Peter stripping down behind me. I had barely noticed it until I saw him reveal his hairless backside to me, taut and rippling in muscle from head to toe. Whether or not he saw me remained to be seen, but I was caught in the view like the proverbial deer in the headlights. I could feel my cock hardening ever so slightly, knowing that I was about to be naked with the man I had a secret, temporary crush on. I hastily looked away, wrapped the towel around my waist, and closed the door. After taking a deep breath and thinking about things unrelated to sex, I was fine. 

I turned to find Peter closing his door without a stitch of clothing on him, with a white towel draped over his left shoulder. He turned to me a little puzzled.

"Why the towel, man?" he asked. "We're heading for the shower."

"I'm just a little self-conscious," I replied, somewhat nervous in thinking that he noticed me. I didn't dare look down below the waist. 

"I don't see a reason you should be," Peter replied as we walked together toward the shower. I didn't know what to make of his comment, knowing what I knew about him. I wanted it to be an innocent, confidence-boosting quip. And I wouldn't make anything more of it at that moment. 

The shower room was very communal. There were no separate stalls, so everyone could pretty much shower together. Two stalls were empty in the corner of the room, and Peter and I took them. We hung up our towels on the racks on the wall opposite the showerheads. Peter and I approached together and went about our showering business. I let the hot water run down my body, washing away my sweat completely, and lathered up as I normally would. I looked down for a minute and caught a glimpse of Peter's manhood for the first time. I looked away quickly, not taking much notice of his sex. The last thing I wanted to do was have him catch me in my curiosity. I turned to see his eyes closed and head thrown back as he rinsed his head. I snuck a quick peek down at his manhood. The giant was sleeping and, though it looked bigger than mine, was not too impressive. I looked away once again and finished my shower, with hardly any further interesting in seeing him naked.

We finished up at just about the same time. Peter wrapped his towel around his waist.

"I'm gonna hit the sauna," he said, walking toward the exit of the shower room. I followed him. "Wanna come?"

"Nah, I'm running late as it is. Jewel's expecting me back."

"Got stuff to do?"

"Yeah, she's got the weekend off, so we're going to take advantage of it."

"You ought to. Maybe we can hang out together during the week." Peter and I were getting along famously, despite what Jewel told me about him. I figured that it wouldn't be a problem at all.

"Sure. You want my number?"

"Call the office on Monday," Peter said. "Jewel has it somewhere, I'm sure. My secretary will hook us up. I won't keep you longer." He extended his hand to me. "Nice seeing you again."

"Same here. Talk to you later."

"Sure," Peter said. "Have fun." He headed into the sauna, and I went to dress in the locker room. I didn't even think twice about the sauna. He seemed harmless and unattracted to me. Speaking for myself, I believed that my curiosity was completely innocent. I had stood next to him naked and felt no desire to have sex with him. Everything was behind me at that moment, and all I wanted to do was see my beautiful Jewel, no doubt waiting anxiously at home for me.

For whatever the reason, I didn't throw the CD out.

***

While Jewel was away on business Monday morning, I called up Peter to set up our meeting. He told me of his busy schedule and he was unable to get tickets to sporting events. He had time for a Wednesday night workout at the gym. Jewel was working that evening, luckily enough, so I was able to meet Peter without any questions asked. Peter and I did our workout, and then followed it up with a quick raquetball game. It was my first time playing it, but it wasn't for him, and he trounced me. We hit the showers again and the sauna. Nothing happened, just as I had expected. 

After we had completed everything at the gym, we headed over to a local sports bar to eat. We tossed back a few ones, and I must admit that I had a couple too many. So did he for that matter. Conversation turned from work to our sex lives.

"So how long have you and Jewel been together?" Peter asked.

"About four months now," I replied. 

"Do you see a future with her?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Tell me, does she satisfy you?" There was no hint of jealousy or any other negative emotion. He was asking me very frankly about my sex life, as all guys do at one time or another.

"Of course. She's incredible--" I caught myself mid-thought, knowing who I was talking too. I could only imagine how angry he must have been. "Ah, where are my manners? I'm sorry."

"No, don't be," Peter said, completely calm without any anger whatsoever. "I know she's a real animal in bed. But I wanted more. That's why we're not together anymore. She must have told you why." I knew where this was going, and I hoped that I wasn't about to hit a very awkward moment. 

"To be honest," I muttered, "she did."

"Figured that," Peter said. "She can be real bitter about things. She knew I loved her, but I had cravings of my own. It was nothing personal. It was just sex and pleasure. You know what I mean?"

"I guess I do."

"The ironic thing was that it was Alex and I's last time together."

"It was?"

"Yeah," Peter said. He put down his beer and quietly told me his story, so as no one else could hear. "Alex and I met two years ago on the set. He's perfectly straight, with a beautiful woman he's now married to. But he was curious about men, and I satisfied his curiosity. We agreed to have sex with each other as often as possible until the day of his marriage. Jewel caught me fucking Alex for the last time. He got married three days later." I thought this to be pretty strange, but sex on the down low was not uncommon these days. I couldn't come up with anything else to say but a rather stupid question, now that I think about it.

"Does his wife know?" Peter smirked back and snorted.

"Of course not," he replied. "She doesn't need to know, either. What Alex and I had wasn't about love. There was no kissing or cuddling involved. It was all about sex, and we had fun together." Even though I was dating a pornstar, the one thing I could never figure out was how adult film stars could turn tricks without any feelings other than having fun. Jewel and I, contrary to popular belief, had a very conservative relationship. There were no wild threeways or orgies. Sex was lovemaking to us. On the set, it was a different story. I knew at the end of the day who Jewel really wanted. Still, I had delved into a side of me I never knew existed, so I was intrigued as to what Peter's sex life was like when it came to men.

"So it's okay to fuck a strange man for the fun of it," I asked. Peter shook his head.

"No, I never fuck like that," he replied. "Too risky and dangerous. I find the right partner, and then I go for it. And usually we go at it until he gets caught or married, whichever comes first."

"And you can break it off just like that?" I asked, still naively in disbelief that sex could just be about sex.

"I haven't had one partnership end horribly. Every single time, my partners and I were always on the same page."

"It just seems so hard to believe."

"Why is that?" Peter asked. I felt I had to come right out and tell him.

"When two people have sex, shouldn't it mean a little more?"

"Yeah, when its between a man and woman. I seek love and romance from women, Xave. I seek sex and pleasure from men. The man I fuck is on the same page that I'm on. To us, sex is a sport. We suck. We fuck. We go home to our women." He took a sip of his drink. "I'm shocked that you're still here."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"When most guys hear something like that, they hit the bricks real fast. Aren't you scared of a bisexual guy like me?"

"No, I'm not," I replied after sipping my drink. "We may differ somewhat in what we believe. But what you do in your personal life is your business. I respect that."

"I'm glad someone feels that way," Peter said. He gave a mild smile at me. "I'm off to the bathroom." He got up and headed over to the john. Meanwhile, I exhaled deeply as my mind was filled with mixed feelings. My cock was semi-hard from our frank conversation about sex, and Peter's very loose opinions. This was the man I had fantasized about while Jewel was away, and the dirty thoughts I had that afternoon were quickly coming alive once again. The opportunity was certainly presenting itself before me. No doubt Peter wouldn't talk like this if he weren't interested in me. At the very least, he was testing the waters to see how I would react. My carnal side was coming out in me, but it was struggling with reason. I wanted to see where this would go, but then again, I was afraid of what it would be like. To fantasize is one thing; to do is quite another. The risks were great, but so were the possible sexual rewards. But at the same time I kept thinking about how crazy it was to feel like this. Deep down, I believed that I didn't want sex with Peter. It was just the booze playing its tricks on me, and if it continued to do so, I wouldn't know where it would lead next. At that moment, I just wanted to get the hell out of that bar and get back home as quick as possible.




Forbidden Desires



As Peter returned to the table, I fished some money out of my pocket and put it on the table.

"Buying another round?" he asked with a smile. 

"Nah, I've got to go," I replied, grabbing my bag off the floor. "I've got a big meeting in the morning, and I've got to get some sleep." Peter seemed to buy my excuse, even though admittedly it was the oldest trick in the book.

"Yeah, okay," Peter said. "Do you want together again this weekend?" I didn't want Peter to think of me as running away. I did like him as a friend.

"Well, Jewel's working this weekend, so sure. Is Friday night good?"

"Friday's fine. Where do you want to meet?"

"The gym sounds good," I said. "Same time, same place."

"Excellent," Peter said, extending his hand, which I took. "See you then." 

"See you then." I walked out of the bar, and then hurriedly made my way home. When I walked in, Jewel wasn't back yet. I fished the CD out of the bag and popped it into my laptop. I laid down in bed with my laptop next to me, playing a Peter Ramsey cumshot over and over until my cock exploded its load into the tissue I held. I cleaned myself up after jerking off, and returned the CD to my bag. Soon after, I went to bed, with Jewel still not home.

I laid there thinking about what had happened. My moment of pleasure had evaporated, replaced by concern. Once again, I fantasized about Peter Ramsey, and I jerked off to it. I had enjoyed the fantasy of being at the mercy of his cock. There was nothing else to that fantasy that I wanted. I already had love and affection from Jewel, and I certainly wanted none from Peter. I simply wanted sex. That's what Peter wanted, and certainly he would make his move on me at some time. And when he did, I knew I wouldn't have a chance of getting out of it. He would surely see my desire for his cock whenever he makes the move. Then it would be just the two of us on a forbidden sexual romp. And there would be no going back for either of us.

The prospects of all of this were arousing yet frightening all at once. I had a good thing going with Jewel, and I didn't want to lose that. If Jewel ever found me and Peter together, we would definitely be through. I considered myself straight, even though I was having these feelings for Peter. Sex with a man was a huge risk in and of itself for physical reasons as well. Or perhaps this was all one big exaggeration, and that Peter was not making a move at all. That would have been fine by me, considering that I still had plenty of fantasies on my CD. 

But as I drifted off to sleep that night, I had made the decision to no longer be afraid of it. We both knew what we wanted. If Peter wanted me as badly as I wanted him, then it was on. We would find the time and the place away from anyone who would care. In total secret, we would release ourselves upon each other, and Peter would once and for all satisfy my curiosity. Jewel wouldn't need to know, nor did anyone else. It would be Peter and I having sex; two men sucking and fucking each other for sport, as he told me in the bar. I believed that I was up for such a challenge.

And if Peter didn't want me, then I was prepared to live with that, too.

***

Peter and I met at the gym that Friday, and once again I did the best I could to control my emotions. Again, there was nothing from Peter to suggest that he wanted me, and I did nothing to convey my secret desires. We just worked out and talked as if everything was normal. My mind was at ease, as I began to believe that the conversation we had a couple of nights before was just drunk talk. We had a couple too many, and things got a little weird. 

I used the mechanical lift machine after Peter was done with it. There was about 350 pounds loaded onto the machine, and I believed it was enough. I did two reps, and then began to feel a tear in my right shoulder. Groaning in pain, I slowly brought the weights down.

"Are you okay?" Peter asked. All I could do was grimace and rub my shoulder with my left hand.

"I think it was too much," I replied. I tried to circulate my right arm, only to stop with my arm in the air, feeling extreme pain from the shoulder bone. It was definitely injured in some way.

"Maybe we ought to stop," Peter said. "We'll hit the showers. The hot water will help a lot." I took his advice without even thinking twice about it.

"Does it feel any better?"

"A little, but not a whole lot."

"I can help you, if you want."

"How's that?"

"I'm an expert at giving massages."

"No, you're not."

"I'm serious. People ask me for them on the set all the time. Ask Jewel someday, if you want. Trust me, you'll feel much better. I promise." 

"I guess I could give it a shot."

"Great. Let's go back to your place."

***

Peter and I walked back to my apartment, Jewel's apartment, our apartment so he could give me a massage. Beneath my jeans, though Peter didn't notice it, was a semi-erect cock anticipating the thought of a rubdown from Peter. I knew where this could lead, and my chances of satisfying my curiosity with Peter were improving every minute. Though he showed no visible signs of lust, I could just sense it. It could have been just wishful thinking on my part, and I believed that Peter could just want to give me a massage to help me out. But something just told me that it was more than that. And with Jewel away-- miles and miles away, as we both knew-- the opportunity was just right.

I let Peter and myself into the apartment. Upon closing the door behind him, I notice him take inventory of the place.

"She hasn't changed a thing," Peter noted. This was once his home, too.

"We haven't gotten around to it," I said. "Do you want anything?" I realized how incriminating that sounded, and I quickly added my intention. "To drink?"

"Not right now," Peter said. "We can set up in the bedroom if you want." The bedroom was the only real logical place we could go for our massage. 

"That's fine," I replied. We both headed down the narrow hall toward the bedroom. I turned the light on and dropped my bag at the foot of the bed, along with Peter. 

"I need to make a call," Peter said. "I'm going out to the living room. Meanwhile, you can strip." I wanted a little clarification.

"Everything?"

"Yeah," Peter said. "I might as well give you the full experience. Just wrap a towel around yourself and relax." Peter headed to the living room, and I quickly took his advice. Through the pain I stripped down to nothing. I grabbed a white towel from the closet and wrapped it over my semi-hard erection, fastening it together on my right side. Propping up a pillow in the middle of the king-sized bed, I laid down on my stomach, so Peter wouldn't be able to tell just how excited I was for him.

Peter returned a moment later. I looked over my right shoulder and watched him close the door behind him. He bent down beside the bed and fumbled through his bag.

"You got ready fast," Peter noted, pulling out a thin, tall green bottle.

"Not too fast," I replied. Peter stood up and walked over to the left side of the bed. 

"Fast enough for someone injured," he said, sitting at my side. "You must want this pretty bad." I wanted quite a bit at that moment, but I would just be happy with the massage. Without saying another word, Peter opened the thin bottle and poured a generous amount of the cool contents onto my shoulders. He placed the bottle down on the night stand and began to work the oil into me. I closed my eyes and hissed in relaxation as he started to rub my back and shoulders with the soothing oil. The feeling was wonderful; he focused around my right shoulder, and the pain seemed to melt away with his touch. He was strong yet very sensual; I could tell he's given massages like this before. I was feeling very pampered at that moment, oohing and aahing as Peter worked toward the middle of my back with his firm kneading. His fingers ran close to the border of my towel, and it almost felt like a big tease when he removed his hands just as he seemed ready to move under the covering. By then, my half-mast cock was completely blossomed now, and I could feel it pressing urgently against my abdomen, hot and hard, ready to explode. 

Peter reached over to the night stand and grabbed the bottle of oil. He poured a small portion onto my left thigh, and placed the oil back on table. With both hands, he began rubbing my thigh, stroking me with his firm grip a bit quicker than he did with my back. He worked the tension clear out of my left thigh and calf before reaching my left foot. He picked my leg up and I could feel his oil-slick hands caress all of my foot, working over the toes and heel for a glorious minute while I sighed my approval. If Peter wanted to get me in bed through this massage, I was ready to surrender myself to him. He then took the bottle and walked back over to the right side of the bed. He again poured some oil onto my leg, and then placed the bottle between my legs, leaning against my balls, which were still covered by the towel. Peter worked over my right leg same as he did with the left, continuing to thrill me in unimaginable ways. By the time he reached my foot I felt like I was dripping in lust for him, and the desire to fuck him had never been greater.

"Are you feeling better?" Peter asked. 

"Uh-huh," I replied. I couldn't really speak much then because I was so lost in ecstacy.

"I'm almost finished," Peter said. "I think this will put you over the top." I felt Peter get off the bed and move behind the bed. I looked over my right shoulder to see him spread my glistening legs apart. Amazingly, the bottle between my legs did not spill over, as it just leaned onto my balls and ass. He then climbed onto the bed and kneel between my legs near my ass. He grabbed the bottle with his left hand and yanked the towel off my butt with his right hand. I watched him pour a generous amount of oil onto each bare ass cheek, and I turned around and closed my eyes. My questions were about to be answered finally. 

Slowly, Peter worked the oil into each ass cheek separately, kneading with both hands over my burning flesh. He caressed the oil into me, and I was in heaven, enjoying this forbidden moment. I shuddered as Peter poured oil right into the crease of my ass. I felt it ooze down and over my opening. He slowly traced the crease with his finger, starting slowly from the top, passing over my opening, and down to my balls before going back up. I gasped with each brush over my anus, begging him in my mind to make his move. Never before had I felt so ready for sex. This beat out the night I lost my virginity to a girl hands down. Peter had me in suspense, and there was no turning back now. The second-guessing and other questions were long gone. The only thing on my mind was a desire to be fucked by him.

I suddenly felt him use some pressure with his finger and rub it around my anus. The sensation was divine and I sighed a bit when he stopped. I felt more oil drip onto the crack of my ass and then his finger returned and slowly pushed into me. I have done that to myself but had never been fingered by another man before. It was however after a second or two of discomfort a wonderful feeling.

"I know what's on your mind," Peter asked, slowly tracing the crease over and over again. I felt his finger tracing a circle around my hole, sending sexual electricity throughout my body. "Jewel wouldn't like it, you know."

"I know," I said, short of breath with my heart racing.

"But she doesn't have to know about it."

"No, she doesn't."

"You know, I can make the pleasure bigger and better for you," Peter said, emphasizing the bigger. "Show me yours, and I'll show you mine." He stepped off the bed, and I turned over and revealed my seven inch hard-on to him. He smiled, knowing that I was as into it as he thought.

"You want me as bad as I want you," he replied. "Just say the word, and it's our night."

"Yes," I replied simply. Peter pulled pulled the t-shirt off his head, revealing his miraculously ripped chest and abdomen. He patted on the bulge formed at his crotch beneath the blue denim with his right hand. He rubbed it slowly. I became fixated on Peter as he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. He pushed the jeans off his body, and out came his big cock, fully erect, pointing right at me. It jiggled as he stepped out of his slacks. I had never seen another man's erection in person before. Never before had I felt the desire to have cock. Desire filled my entire body, knowing that I was on the verge of my first sexual encounter with another man. My cock was hard, and my breathing became labored. My thoughts turned from sexual anxiety to anticipation for the moment. 

"What do you think?" Peter asked.

"Oh my God." I uttered. 

"You never expected to feel this way about a man, huh?"

"No, I did not."

"Remember what I said. It's all for sex. We fuck, we suck, and we go back to our normal lives." Peter stepped backward away from the bed. With his right leg, he kicked his clothes off to the side. Peter approached the bed, and I spread my legs open for him. He knelt between them and bent down toward my erection. He took hold of it with his right hand and stood it upright. With his firm grip, accentuated by the remaining oil on his fingertips, he began to stroke my cock up and down. I threw my head back in ecstacy, the sensation of his hands working my penis overwhelmed me. He stopped stroking my cock and brought his fingers down to the base of my shaft, holding me in place. He lowered his head and kissed the head of my cock. I sucked in my breath as the kiss sent an electrical charge of total thrill throughout my body. He then opened his mouth and began sucking on my cock, taking the top half in, swirling his head up and down on me. I moaned repeatedly, stretching out my body and grinding my hips against his face as he blew me. He sucked cock about as well as Jewel ever did, but he stopped abruptly and licked the entire length of my shaft.

"Normally, I don't suck cock," Peter said, "but I felt you needed extra motivation." He didn't need to motivate me at all; I was more than ready for him to take me. He climbed off the bed and stepped backward. "Stand up," he ordered. I rolled off the bed and stood before him. He smiled at my own erection, now practically bursting. I sucked in my teeth as our cocks touched each other.

"Explore me," Peter said. I stepped close to Peter, and our erections were side by side, pointing at each other's crotch. My heart was racing and practically pounding out of my chest as I reached tentatively to him, taking hold of his broad shoulders with my hands. His tan skin was smooth and firm, and I slid my hands down to his pecs. My thumbs reached for his hard nipples, swirling over them in a circular motion. I moved my hands to the side and brought my mouth to his left nipple. My tongue darted out at the nipple, and I licked the swollen, hard, salty flesh. Peter rubbed my arms and moaned in approval. I did the same to his right nipple, and made him even hotter. Moving down further, I ran my hands across the hard bumps of his well-muscled abdomen. For a fortysomething like Peter, his build was remarkable. Instinctively, I brought my hands around to the back, and slid them over his ass cheeks, feeling his tight muscles. I then brought my right hand back to the front and took hold of his cock. His flesh was soft and very hot. The feel of another man's member in my hands was too much. I gently pumped him a couple of times, gaining a few moans from Peter. 

My next move was to satisfy the desire that burned within me since he revealed his naked body to me. As good as it felt in my hands, I wanted desperately to suck that cock of his. I breathed and licked a trail down his rock hard abdomen, kneeling before him in the process, until I was looking right at the head of his cock. The shaft was perfectly straight and tinted pink, the bulbous head was tinted slightly violet. I knew going in that it was about nine inches long, but it looked to be very thick, probably three inches in circumference. Veins popped out all along the shaft, including the thick seminal vein that bulged through the underbelly. A thin patch of shaved brown hair dressed the area above his cock. His balls hung snugly below, no doubt working its magic. I reached underneath his shaft with my left hand and gently touched his sac. It was smooth, probably shaven recently to my knowledge. Peter sucked his breath in from above me. 

Kneeling there before his hard cock, I still couldn't believe what was happening, and what I was about to do. Only earlier in the day, I wouldn't have dreamed of being in such a position, or even feeling the lust for Peter's cock that I felt at that moment. My desire for Jewel was still there. I knew that I still had feelings for her, and feelings for women in general. But at that moment, none of it mattered. Peter had turned me on to him, and now I wanted to be his slut for the evening. We both knew that it would be a one-time thing. Jewel was off on a tour. She would never know about this, and she wouldn't have to know. I decided to let myself go and enjoy this opportunity for forbidden fun. I licked my lips and moved close to his cock.

My first instinct as I looked at the head was to kiss it. My lips met his soft, hot flesh, and I puckered up. I then opened my mouth and took in just the head of him. Closing my lips around him, I sucked the bulbous head gently, running my tongue over his slit. It tasted funky and hot, salty and sour all at once, heightening my desire even more. I moved in and swallowed more of him, taking him in inch-by-inch, moving my head up and down his shaft. The only sounds that filled the room was the slurping of my mouth over Peter's shaft, and Peter's groans of intense pleasure. He took hold of my head firmly, tugging it closer to him, trying to fill my mouth with his meat. I could only get about half of him in, but my technique was working perfectly. A steady stream of precum flowed out of Peter, dousing my tongue with the earthy, tart flavor.

I was in my own zone, just as Peter was in his. His tugs became more frequent and insistent, and I soon began to gag on him. I managed to adjust and continue, more out of my personal lust than anything else. I was ready to burst, as my erection ached from frustration. It had been hard for a while now, after the massage, the seduction, and now the blowjob I was giving Peter. Sucking a man's cock was so wrong and dirty, yet felt so wonderful because it was so wrong and dirty. And it wasn't just any man, either. It was Peter Ramsey, a legendary supposedly-straight porn star, whom just happened to be my girl Jewel's ex. I feared her walking in on us, but I really didn't care at that moment. The taste of his hot flesh and precum possessed me. The smell of his sexual musk aroused me like nothing else had. For that moment, I was his, and he was mine. No matter how anyone else felt, we were ready to ravage each other.

After a few more minutes of oral pleasure from me, Peter tapped my head.

"Mmmm," Peter groaned, "I want to fuck you." Reality hit me then, but at that moment, I wanted it as badly as he did. Reluctantly, though I wanted his cum in my mouth, I pulled the cock out of my mouth. I stood up and returned to the bed. Tucking my cock against my abdomen, I laid down on my stomach and watched Peter take some of the oil he had used on me to lube up his own erection. He applied only a little to himself, making him glisten from the combination of oil and my saliva. I watched over my shoulder as he approached the bed.

"Are you ready for me?" Peter asked. Oh, I was ready. I still couldn't believe what I was about to do, or how badly I wanted to do it. But I was definitely ready, and my response would be verbal. I spread my legs out as far as they would go, opening myself up for Peter. With a grin from ear to ear, he took his place between my legs. I turned back around and closed my eyes, waiting to be taken by a man for the first time. 




Forbidden Desires



I felt him lean forward over my back. As he did I felt the head of his prick probing at my ass. With a hand on each side of me I felt the pressure of his cock head pressing against my ass as he waited above me. The moment was here; I could hardly believe what I was about to do.

"Oh fuck," I moaned as the head teased in and out of my willing but nervous hole. Finally, I felt him center the thick shaft of his cock on my asshole and I lined up my opening with him and gently pushed back. Suddenly the head of his prick stretched my ass open and popped inside. "Oh shit," I whispered as I felt the thick head penetrate me. I could guess he only brought the first inch of himself into me, but it already felt like hell. My hole burned with pain as it was being stretched to the limit. I grunted loudly and squeezed my fingernails into the bed. 

"Relax, virgin," Peter said, holding still within me. "Take some deep breaths and allow yourself to adjust to me." I took his advise, and after a few breaths, my hole loosened around his cock. The pain faded away, and it was replaced by a desire to feel the rest of his cock inside me. I hunched back against him again and felt the head of his cock move forward another inch into me. Once he got beyond my entrance, things seemed to ease. The pain was not as significant as he pushed forward. In six or seven short pushes his hot cock was completely buried in my ass as I felt his balls slap against my butt cheeks. 

"Mmmm," Peter moaned, lowering his body onto mine until he was completely on top of me. "You feel so tight, so perfect." Peter started to thrust into me, taking about half of him out of me before plunging all the way back in. He did this with greater fervor and although it sometimes hurt a bit I felt my ass clutching at his cock as he screwed me. I had a hard on pressed between my belly and the towel and could feel my own pre-cum leaking out the end of my dick. Peter had teased me with the massage and the vibrator. Now that his cock was in my ass, I knew that it wouldn't be long before he finally satisfied me. Peter settled in right on top of my back, his hot sweaty body pressing against mine.

"Feel better?" he whispered in my left ear. He knew that I was beginning to enjoy this.

"Yeah," I muttered, completely in awe, taken aback by this wild experience.

"Great, because now I'm really going to fuck you." With a roar of animal lust, his cock started to slam into my asshole, making me cry with frantic. The pain had disappeared, and what replaced it was an overwhelming desire to be fucked. My body shook under his hammering cock & the juicy, wet sounds of our bodies slapping together mingled with the cries of us urging the other on to greater heights. I felt the veins of his cock rippling in my bowels while his balls beat my cheeks in a way that sent us wild for more. I felt every thick inch of his cock as he stretched my hole. My ass opened and throbbed and squeezed his cock as he thrust in and out of me. I begged and whimpered and moaned as he built up from slowly fucking my ass to truly plowing my hole, touching me deep inside. I don't know how long he fucked me, but he was making me forget all about Jewel.

"Yessssssssssss!" I hissed as his cock filled me fully, stretching my hole open, rubbing my prostate from the inside. "Oh my fucking God!!!!" I moaned into the floor as I was deflowered, opened up and fucked. I heard my own voice begging Peter to fuck me harder. "Yess, oh god yes!" I moaned and rocked back into his plowing hips. "Fuck me, Peter, FUCK ME!" I kept uttering that phrase more and more, louder and louder. I didn't care if anyone could hear me at that moment. Peter was sending me into sexual delights I never dreamed of. A man was doing this to me. The feeling was incredible. He pushed me further and further to the brink until I reached that point of no return. 

"Oh...," I cried out, "cum... I'm gonna cummm..." I trailed off, as Peter reamed into my asshole with an unstoppable power upon my request. A second later, I felt the spunk cascade from my cock. The hot juice exploded below, and I came harder than I ever did in my life, though most of the cum collected onto the towel and my abdomen. Peter continued to pound me back & forth, grunting as each lunge of his cock pumped more spunk all over me while I went wild with passionate cries, pleading, begging, & exhorting him to fill my ass with cum.

Peter's thrusts became faster and shortened. Finally, with a roar, he slammed into me one more time, leaving his cock deep within me as he passed the point of no return. I felt his cock throb in my ass as he came inside me. He moaned as he quaked, over and over again, squirting what felt like gallons of his hot cum inside me. He left himself inside me as he collapsed down onto my backside. His hot, sweaty body breathed over me as we both were spent from an intense, forbidden sexual romp. 

"That was incredible," I said between breaths.

"I haven't cum like that in years," Peter said. "Are you okay?"

"Never been better," I replied.

"I knew I could convince you," Peter said. "Are you up for more?"

"Definitely," I said. 

"Let me go clean up," Peter said. Slowly, he rose up, and with a pop, he vacated my ass, slowly sending his cum oozing out of my hole. I felt the cool air replacing the heat of his body as he went off to the adjacent bedroom. A moment later, I heard the shower stall go on. I just laid there, feeling the stickiness of my spunk gluing me to the terracotta towel below, taking the moment in. My ass throbbed gloriously from the invasion it had just went through. It was now written in stone; I had sex with another man. It wasn't just any man; it was my girlfriend's ex. Jewel would certainly not appreciate it, but she didn't have to know about it. Surely Peter wouldn't be announcing it, either. I was pretty much certain that this would be our big secret.

It was also etched in stone that Peter Ramsey had fucked me, and I reveled in it. I was willing to do it once, and now after going through it, I was willing to do it again.



Forbidden Desires



It had been a couple of weeks since I had last made love to my intoxicatingly beautiful secretary, Brooke. In her rush to get home before her husband would start wondering where she was, she had inadvertently left her cum-soaked panties in my office. It just so happened that this weekend Brooke's husband Mark was going away on an important business call. Finally, an opportunity to return Brooke's 'lost garment' had arrived.

Just to make sure we wouldn't be caught, I called Brooke on her private cell phone before I left my apartment, and had tucked her panties into my shorts pocket. Seeing as it was the weekend, I dressed casually in a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a t-shirt. I hopped into my car and started driving to Brooke and Mark's house in the suburbs. While driving to my secretaries home, my thoughts wandered through our many past encounters and I hoped that her daughters would be preoccupied enough to let me get in a quickie with their bombshell mother.

I drove up her driveway to her house, turned off the ignition and made my way to her front door. Her house was on a slight hill and they had put in a nice eight-foot high wooden fence around their backyard pool in order to secure privacy for themselves and their two young daughters. Approaching the door, I could hear water splashing and what sounded like young females giggling. I naturally assumed that her daughters were in the pool at the side of her house and with any luck they would be distracted enough for Brooke and I to 'reunite'.

But I wanted to make sure I wasn't interrupting anything so, without hesitation I sauntered up to the fence and peeked through a convienet knothole in the wood. I was blown away by what I witnessed, Brooke was relaxing on the side of the pool, wearing a very revealing two-piece bikini set that showed off her tight round ass and her glorious bosom. However, what really took my breath away were her daughters. Kristina, who I had only met once about 5 years ago, had blossomed into a remarkably beautiful young woman. She was a vision of beauty with her developing breasts, gently curving hips and fine silky legs that longed for someone to caress. Her long sandy blonde locks were tied back into two braided ponytails and her exquisite breasts were amazingly unrestricted by a top, which was floating peacefully in the water next to the playing siblings. I was amazed that at nineteen her breasts were already the size of her mothers. Feeling my member pushing against my constricting shorts, I gasped at the knowledge that I was getting a hard-on for my secret lovers' nineteen year old daughter.

Meanwhile, I was even further shocked when I began to recognize a young nubile raven-haired vixen who kept playfully splashing water on Kristina. It had also been five years since I had seen little Angela, and I was taken aback to find that she also was developing into a very fine piece of tail. Angela was very confidently wearing a one piece bathing suit that accentuated her growing curves and gave me a wonderful view of her sleek and inviting legs. Her long black hair was flowing freely behind her, and as she turned around I could just make out her bountiful breasts poking at her clinging wet swimsuit. I had never had impure thoughts about Brookes young girls before in my life, but seeing these two visionaries aroused me beyond anything I had experienced before.

I shook my head silently, wondering how in the world I was going to get Brooke's cum-stained panties to her without arousing suspicion from an obviously aroused nineteen year old and a precociously seductive eighteen year old. Removing myself reluctantly from this incredible revelation of beauty I staggered up to the steps and nervously pressed the doorbell.

While patiently awaiting a reply I become aware that the sound of splashing water had stopped. I smiled to myself and imagined a panicked rummaging to get Kristina's bikini top back on, when the door opened.

I must've gasped in surprise because Brooke's angelic face broke into a wicked smile and her blue eyes sparkled. No wonder either; Brooke hadn't even taken the time to cover herself with a towel. She stood in the doorway, a complete vision of beauty and lust, water dripping from her fit and trim figure to the floor and her hair dripping wet from the pool.

"C'mon in, Ken," she beckoned me in after letting me gawk at her beauty. She took this time to admire my own figure and glance at my unshaven stubble on my face and my short cropped black hair. I almost stumbled into her house and closed the door shut still amazed at her boldness in welcoming me into her house like this.

I opened my mouth to explain my visit, but she shushed me by placing her finger on my lips and turned around slowly to give me a mouthwatering look at her tight and fit body, her alabaster skin glistening in the sunlight that filtered through the window. My eyes soon fixed on her remarkable bikini-covered ass. She glanced over her shoulder at me and gave me a "come hither" look as she walked gracefully over to her bedroom.

Her bedroom was, in fact, connected to her bathroom, which is where she greeted me in the best possible manner. She leaned back on the sink and grabbed me by the arms before I could close the door. Our lips mashed together and our tongues embraced in a wildly passionate kiss. I picked her up by her glorious ass and set her down softly on the edge of the sink, and she proceeded to wrap her silky legs around my waist as we continued to kiss each other roughly.

Her hands deftly undid my fly and slowly unzipped my shorts, which plummeted to the floor revealing my massively bloated prick. In response I reached around to her back and untied her bikini top and as it dropped to the bathroom tiled-covered floor, I broke our kiss momentarily and ran my tongue up and down the cleft between her now revealed and shivering breasts, still kneading her tight buttocks with my groping hands.

Brooke gasped in pleasure as I continued my assault on her quivering breasts. Her hands felt up my smooth back and pulled my shirt over my head. Pausing my ministrations I raised my arms above my head so Brooke could pull my shirt off. Tossing the discarded material to the floor she moaned as I resumed my lathering of her petite tits.

"Feels so good," Brooke gasped, "I need you inside me, now!"

I lowered my hands to her warm thighs. She unwrapped her sweaty legs from around my waist and permitted me to unfasten her bikini bottoms, and as they dropped noiselessly to the floor, I grabbed her round buttocks and directed my hardened prick into her tight, velvety pussy. Gasping in unison I continued to fuck her hard on the bathroom sink that she shared with her husband. Her wet blonde-hair flailing, my secretary continued to hump up at my penetrating dick and I raised her legs up so she could wrap them around my waist again.

I couldn't get enough of this vixen, and apparently she couldn't get enough of my cock, either. She responded to my continual thrusts by moaning my name louder and clutched my ass to get my thick member further into the depths of her vagina.

My legs were beginning to feel the strain and were about ready to give out, but nothing was going to stop me from coming inside this intoxicating beauty. We kissed again, our searing kisses sending shockwaves though each of us. Brooke then leaned back again, bracing her arms on the edge of the sink and closed her eyes in passion, giving herself fully over to her impending orgasm.

This gave me the brief opportunity to take a quick look out her bathroom window. While continuing to fuck this horny blonde bombshell I noticed another blonde beauty gazing in apparent unabated arousal at the lewd scene. Her dark eyes wide, I recognized her instantly as Brooke's daughter Kristina. I noticed that she hadn't replaced her fallen bikini top like I had thought, and her small delicate fingers had instead delved into her tiny pink shorts. I realized that she was getting herself off while her mother was getting fucked!

It was at that precise moment that her mother had an earth-shattering orgasm. The way her vaginal muscles worked on my pistoning cock, combined with the feeling of her gloriously tight ass in my hands, along with the shared connection between her teenage daughter and myself gazing at each other in mutual lust, created an immediate massive ejaculation of hot cum into the depths of Brookes' hot twat.

"God, Ken that was what I needed" panted Brooke, her cunt still holding tight to my softening cock. Her eyes still closed shut in exhilaration, I glanced again out the window where Kristina had apparently cum all over her pink shorts. I smiled at her through the window. The young teen winked at me seductively as she tasted her own juices from her hand and presented her ripe breasts with her other hand. She then smiled mischievously at me before turning back around and jumping back into the pool, eliciting a shout from Angela to watch where she was jumping.

I slowly disentangled myself from my horny secretary and dropping to the floor almost exhausted, dragged my shorts back over to where I now was. Smiling contentedly at her sparkling sweat-covered body I tossed her 'lost' panties to her.

"I think you might need these, hon."

She just smiled wickedly and replied, "Not right now I won't," as she joined me on the floor, fondling my flaccid cock back into action and let her now-forgotten panties drop to the floor, next to her now discarded swimwear.

"I still want a ride on this thing" she smiled, naughtily, holding on to my slowly reinvigorated prick.

I smiled back at her, gazing at her sparkling blue eyes.

"Then jump on, bitch."

She smiled impishly, rose up and took my now fully erect cock and placed it at the entrance to her overflowing pussy. She then lowered herself onto my jutting cock and proceeded to bounce up and down as if on a bucking horse. I couldn't just let her do all the work, so I seized her peach-sized jiggling titties in my hands and massaged and squeezed the nipples to Brooke's satisfaction.

Angela must've heard our loud moaning, because when I looked up, she stood in shock at the entrance to the bathroom as her mother wantonly fucked herself wildly on my huge rod, eyes closed in passion and repeatedly begging me to fuck her silly. Angela had replaced her swimsuit with a hot pink sleeveless tank top and a matching pair of pink shorts.

I continued to pump repeatedly up into my lover's hot pussy and I began to notice a small grin spread across Angela's beautifully heart shaped face. She turned around slowly, placed her hands playfully on her curvasious hips, looked over her shoulder with a big grin and winked seductively at me. Her long raven hair snaked down over her other shoulder, she impishly shook her tiny ass at me as I gazed longingly at her exquisitely silky teen legs.

After seeing this impish display of wanton sexuality from an enthralling youthful schoolgirl, I couldn't control myself anymore and proceeded to deposit my second substantial load of cum up into her mother's vibrating pussy as I gazed directly into her warm inviting childlike brown eyes.

I sighed and relaxed and soon Brooke's juices started flowing down my legs indicating her own massive orgasm and I drew my lover down into my arms and kissed her wine-colored lips passionately. I patted Brooke's head as she rested on my shoulder and I looked back up at the doorway, but her young nubile daughter was no longer there. We continued to lie there on the bathroom floor listening to our quick breaths slowing and the sounds of her daughters continuing to have fun in the family pool. 



Forbidden Desires



Dylan looked at his aunt and smiled. He had always harboured deep, dark, secret desires towards her, ever since he was a teenager. Ever since he was old enough to be interested in sex really. She had been the star of numerous fantasies; the recipient of countless stolen, lustful glances. Even as he grew older, maturing into a confident and successful young man with no shortage of desirable women to bed, she still held that special, depraved spot in his dirty mind. There was just something about her that he could never shake.

Of course he had never acted on any of these illicit desires. How could he? She was his mother's younger sister, and twenty-two years his senior no less. But those facts never stopped him from imagining what it would have been like. Fantasizing about being alone with her, seeing her naked, and having his way with her. Envisioning the two of them in bed together, relishing one another in the throes of passion. Picturing both of them loving every single moment of their forbidden lust together and hearing his aunt beg for more.

Even now, at the age of 45, she was still as striking as ever in his eyes. He could hardly stop himself from staring at her whenever he was in her presence. She kept herself in good shape and had a better than average figure for a woman her age. Her hips were a little wider than they used to be and her ass was not quite as tight as it once was, but after having two kids, neither betrayed her age. She had worked hard at keeping herself in good health and had been rewarded with a fairly toned body and a pair of 34C breasts that had not lost their entire perk yet. Her face was as beautiful as it had ever been, with her full lips, high cheekbones and sultry brown eyes all aging gracefully. And her chestnut hair, though likely more from a bottle nowadays, was still always styled to perfection, usually parted just off-center, and falling down onto her shoulders in softly curled layers.

Jeanne gazed at her nephew with bewilderment. She had suspected for quite some time that he had a secret crush on her. Even when he was just a teenager, she had always thought that there was something there. She felt oddly flattered by the thought, and frequently felt like he was undressing her with his eyes. Now that he had grown up into a handsome young man, one she doubted had any trouble getting laid; she wondered if he still harboured such feelings toward her. Or even if he ever did at all and it was something she had just imagined to stroke her own ego.

If he had, and still did, entertain such illicit desires towards her, she had to admit that the idea stirred up numerous feelings within her. Just the possibility of him fantasizing about her was crazy. But still, a part of her could not help but wonder if he did indeed imagine seeing his aunt naked, of having his way with her. Such questions even made her envision the two of them in bed together.

She had to admit that he had matured into quite a good-looking young man. At 23, he looked to be in near peak physical condition. He had been an athlete in school and based on the look she got of him the last time she saw him at her sister's pool, he had managed to keep his muscular build and toned body. A fairly big guy, he was broad-shouldered, with a well-built upper body and flat mid-section. His brown hair was cut short, usually in a messy-but-styled sort of look. Deep brown eyes and seemingly permanent three-day stubble made him look both mysterious and edgy.

Dylan could feel the erection growing in his jeans. Just being alone with his aunt for the last 20 minutes was enough to do it. He had stopped by to drop off a birthday card for his uncle and was all too willing to come in for a drink once she told him that her husband was working overtime that night. With both his cousins away at college, he realized that this was probably the most one-on-one time he had spent alone with her since he was a little kid. He continually found himself having to adjust his sitting position just to gain some level of relief against the pressure building in between his legs.

For almost the entire time he had been there, the familiar desires raced through his mind. As they talked, fantasies of stripping her naked and taking her right there in the kitchen superseded every other thought in his head. He could not stop imagining how amazing it would feel to be inside her, to ravage her body and have her beg for more. The conversation became a blur as he pictured fucking her and having her enjoy every second of it.

He knew he had been staring at her inappropriately ever since he got there, and part of him figured she probably had not noticed. But part of him assumed she was aware, and it turned him on even more. He wondered what she would do if he ever acted on his lustful feelings for her. Would she scream and shout in protest and fight against him? Or would she give into her own wanton lust and willingly participate in incestuous passion with him? It was easy to conclude that like any self-respecting person, she would react in the former manner, resisting his taboo advances and throwing him out of her house. But in his twisted mind, he still clung to the fantasy that after her initial refusal, she would not be able to deny her own feelings of lust and be unable to stop herself from enthusiastically accepting him as her new lover. 

Jeanne's heart raced. She was quite certain that her nephew's fidgeting in his chair was a vain attempt at either concealing or trying to relieve the pressure from the growing bulge in his jeans. Even if she was just imagining it, she could not help but feel flattered by the thought of his arousal in her presence. She knew it was not a feeling she should be proud of, but nonetheless the mere idea of him still desiring her got her more than a little excited.

The whole time the two of them had been sitting in her kitchen, she had the distinct feeling that his gaze was far more lustful than attentive to their conversation. Reluctantly, she found herself wondering what dirty thoughts might be going through his mind as he stared at her. She imagined that he was fantasizing about fucking her right then and there. That he was picturing what it would be like to slide his cock inside of her and hear her moan in pleasure at his touch.

She knew if was incredibly wrong to be thinking these things, but justified it in her head by the fact that it was her nephew who was having these incestuous thoughts of her, and that she was merely speculating on what was going on in his twisted mind. But still, she wondered how she would honestly react if he ever acted on his immoral lust for her. She knew that she would protest any such advances, both verbally and physically. But part of her wondered if maybe a little piece of her would actually enjoy it; if her body would betray her and welcome the attention and adoration from this handsome young man, regardless of their family ties.

Dylan fidgeted uncomfortably, shifting in the chair to subtly adjust the aching erection begging to escape its denim prison. He reached into his pocket to gently relocate his unit slightly and, realizing his aunt clearly taking notice, he quickly pulled his hand out, along with his pack of cigarettes. Quickly he removed one and took his Zippo lighter out from his other pocket.

"Want one?" He asked as he flicked the lighter to life and lit his cigarette. His aunt's eyes had been on him the whole time.

"What?" She replied, almost taken aback by the question. "No, I couldn't..."

Ignoring her feint protest, he extracted one from the pack and offered it to her. Almost blushing, she took it right away and raised it to her lips.

"I haven't had one in ages." She said as she placed the stick in between her red lips. "Doug would kill me if he saw me smoking."

"Well, what Uncle Doug doesn't know won't hurt him." He replied with a sly grin as he sparked the Zippo in front of her.

Her eyes met his briefly with an almost knowing glance as if she was silently reacting to the comment about her husband. As the flame lit on the tip of her cigarette, her eyelids closed as she inhaled a deep puff of smoke. He could not help but stare at her mouth as she pulled the cigarette away from her lips, the filter bearing the crimson stain of her lipstick. Slowly the bluish-grey smoke escaped her pouting mouth, with an almost involuntary moan accompanying it.

Jeanne tilted her head way back and exhaled slowly. She could feel her nephew's eyes on her the entire time. Her body tingled with a long forgotten sensation as she returned the cigarette to her mouth and her lips tightened as she French inhaled, taking a deep drag, and then letting the smoke escape gently out of her mouth before inhaling it through her nose.

She felt very naughty. Enjoying her first cigarette in years, behind her husband's back no less made her feel impish and wicked. Knowing that her young nephew was intently watching her do so made her feel even more sinful. But what made her feel the naughtiest was the growing awareness within her that she was clearly taking pleasure in being the object of the young man's attention.

Taking another long pull from her cigarette, she looked back at him while her full lips formed a perfect 'O' and then released a steady stream of smoke towards him. She could not help but flash a very suggestive grin in his direction. Despite her better judgement, she was quickly realizing that she had not felt this sexy in ages.

Dylan could hardly take it anymore. His pants were ready to burst as he agonizingly stared at his sexy aunt as she smoked in front of him. Even he was amazed at how hard his dick had become. With each inhale she took, he envisioned her lips suctioning around his aching cock rather than her cigarette. At this point he was quite certain that there was no way that she could not have taken notice of his reactions towards her that evening.

His mind was racing as he contemplated the possibility that she was clearly aware of the effect she was having on him and that she was evidently okay with it continuing. The throbbing in between his legs was quickly becoming matched by the pounding in his head as he wrestled with the idea of his aunt actually enjoying his lurid attentions.

Did she want something to happen, he wondered. Was she silently yearning for the same wanton physicality between them? He desperately wanted the answer to those questions to be a resounding yes. Every part of his body wanted to jump out of his chair and devour the sexy woman in front of him. It was taking all his willpower to stay seated and not attack her right then and there.

Jeanne could feel her body reacting to the situation, and she was at a loss for how to feel. Between the cigarette and her nephew's attentive gaze, she was becoming quite aroused, despite her attempts to quell such immoral feelings. By now she could almost feel herself staring back at him with just as much concentration.

Trying to shake the depraved thoughts out of her head, she was now starting to realize the very real possibility that, somewhere within her, she might actually entertain the idea of something happening sexually between her and her nephew. As much as the idea should have appalled her, at least on a basic ethical level, there was no denying that her body was clearly not entirely against the thought. That fact was made very obvious by the quiver in between her legs that accompanied her mindset.

Did she actually want something to happen, she wondered. Had she somehow slipped into such a state of complete depravity and wantonness that she was actually considering allowing something sexual to transpire between the two of them? She desperately wanted the answer to those questions to be a categorical no. At least that was what she was telling herself. An ever growing part of her was urging her to embrace the young man's attentions, to let go and welcome any advances. Her head spun with the conflicting desires.

Dylan butted out his cigarette as he watched his aunt finish hers. By now the pressure in between his legs was almost too much to take. With each passing moment he spent in her presence, his mind raced and his cock stiffened further. Something had to give.

Excusing himself, he quickly made his way to the bathroom. The door was barely closed behind him when he began undoing his belt and jeans. As he unzipped and slid his boxers down his dick sprang out in celebration of its long awaited freedom. He breathed a sigh of relief as his right hand wrapped around his throbbing manhood. It was as hard as he had ever seen it. He could feel the veins pulsating with each beat of his heart as he slowly began to glide his hand back and forth.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he immediately pictured his aunt. Images of his hand being replaced by her full lips or hot, wet cunt filled his head as he increased the speed of his stroking. He imagined her down on her knees in front of him, eagerly slurping on his rigid tool, her head bobbing back and forth in time with the thrusting of his hips. His hand moved faster and faster as he saw himself reaching down and taking a mitt-full of her curls as he slammed into her mouth, pulling back and guiding her head at the pace of his choosing. The thought of his sexy aunt giving him a blow-job was driving him wild, but it did not take long for his dirty mind to switch to the ultimate fantasy.

It was as clear as day in his mind's eye. He could see her right in front of him, bent over, her curly hair tossing from side to side as he pounded his rock-hard hog in and out of her hungry pussy. She loved every second of it, begging for more, pleading with him not to stop. He was completely lost in the moment, jacking off furiously to the thought of fucking his aunt as hard as he could.

Jeanne stubbed out her cigarette and breathed a heavy sigh as her nephew excused himself to go to the bathroom. She felt flushed. The tension, clearly sexual, that had fixated in her head was overwhelming. She could not even begin to comprehend the feelings that were running through her entire body.

The idea that this young man was attracted to her, maybe even fantasizing about having sex with her, was clearly having a very big effect on her. She could feel her nipples standing at attention beneath her lace bra, as well as the slight dampening in between her legs. Her head spun. She felt wicked.

Almost without realizing it, her left hand had made its way to her chest and she gingerly ran her fingers over her bosom, caressing her stiff nipple through the fabric of her shirt and bra. Electricity shot through her body. Her right hand quickly found its way to the top of her jeans, pausing for only a second before slipping beneath the denim and under her lace panties. Instinctively, two fingers immediately eased into her moist slit, eliciting a slight moan and tender pinch of her nipple with her other hand.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she immediately pictured her nephew. Thoughts of his lips latching onto her nipple and his hard dick replacing the fingers in her cunt flooded her mind. She pictured him slamming into her as hard as he could, fucking her for all she was worth. Images of their tongues twirling against each other seemed crystal clear to her as she dunked her fingers in and out of her box. She knew it was wrong, and she wanted to put a stop to the perverse ideas running through her head, but she could not help herself. As much as she did not want to admit it, she was now completely lost in the fantasy of her nephew fucking her – and of her loving every minute of it.

Dylan could not believe his eyes. Right there in front of him was his aunt, the woman of his fantasies, with one hand caressing her breasts and the other in between her legs. He could not believe it.

"Holy shit." He blurted out, unable to contain himself.

Her eyes immediately snapped open at the sound of his voice, followed by the swift removal of her hands from her intimate areas.

"Dylan, I... umm..." She stumbled to find any words that could possibly explain what her nephew had just walked in on. Cursing herself silently for getting caught, she felt her face flush with embarrassment, as well as excitement.

He did not even have to say a word. The roguish grin and obvious bulge in his pants told the story as he ventured closer towards her. She could feel her heart pounding through her entire body.

"Dylan, now... I... umm..." She tried again to come up with some kind of excuse as he headed for her.

The look in his eyes was that of a man possessed. She was certain just by looking at him that he knew exactly what she had been thinking about as she pleasured herself. Swallowing hard, she shifted nervously and wondered what the young man had in mind.

"Look Dylan, I was just..." She started once again, but his time it was not her own angst that caused her to pause, but rather the startling sensation of her nephew's body pressing up against her.

Jeanne trembled as the young man's body pressed against hers. She felt his firm chest against her bosom and his thighs rub against hers. His eyes were locked on hers as he pushed forward, forcing as much contact between them as he could. She tried to avoid his gaze to no avail, and felt weak at the knees as she saw the lust in his eyes. Their faces mere inches apart, she felt short of breath in anticipation and wonder of what would come next.

She did not have to wait long to find out. His head surged forward and their lips met. Instinctively, she opened her mouth to accept his tongue, eagerly sucking it in and reciprocating his oral advances. Her body tingled at the naughty sensation of making out with her sister's son. She could not remember a single kiss ever making her feel as sexy and desirable as his lip-lock was at that very moment.

After losing herself momentarily in the passion and depravity of the kiss, she suddenly snapped back to the reality of the situation. Realizing exactly what she was doing, she knew she had to put a stop to it. The problem was, at least a part of her did not want it to stop. Regardless, common sense and morality took control and she pulled her head back and raised her hands up to his chest and pushed him away from her.

"Dylan, no..." She panted, trying to catch her breath as she attempted to create some space between the two of them. "We can't..."

But her resistance was short-lived. Unexpectedly, he pressed back into her, this time making sure to reposition one of his thighs in between her legs and slowly moving it up and down against her crotch. At the same time, his left hand slipped in behind her head and took hold of her hair. Shivers ran down her spine as he pulled her back towards him for another kiss. Again her impulse to accept his tongue was nearly subconscious, as she quickly found herself once again a very willing participant in the make-out session.

Dylan felt like he was dreaming. As his tongue darted in and out of his aunt's mouth, he could not believe it was actually happening. He was not only amazed by his own actions – by his confidence and aggressiveness in instigating the encounter, but also by her actions. Outside of her initial, weak verbal protests, she did not seem to be resisting his advances whatsoever.

As their lips danced against one another, he methodically worked his thigh in between her legs. He could feel the heat and dampness through the material of their jeans as he moved his leg up and down against her crotch. She responded by slowly and ever so slightly, starting to roll her hips and begin to grind against him.

Never in a million years had he actually, truly believe that his moment would ever take place anywhere except in his perverted mind. Making out with his gorgeous aunt, pressing his body against hers – so long a fantasy, was suddenly now a reality. He wondered how many more of his fantasies would come true now.




Forbidden Desires



Lost in his own depraved thoughts, he suddenly became aware of her once again pushing him away in an attempt to halt their incestuous activities. 

"Dylan, stop." She gasped, out of breath. "We can't..."

Her words said no, but the fact that she continued to grind her crotch against his upper leg said something else completely.

"Yes, we can." He whispered. "We both know we want it."

She closed her eyes, partly to help gather her thoughts, but also partly in shame at the truth in his statement. As disgusted as it made her to admit it, she was starting to believe that this was something she really did want. Grasping at some level of decency, she shook the thought out of her head pushed him away forcefully, this time causing a complete separation between them.

"No." She said firmly as she turned her back to him and placed her hands against the kitchen counter to steady herself. "This is wrong."

Jeanne let out a gasp as she felt him move in behind her, his body tight against hers again. She could feel him start to gyrate his hips, forcing his impressive hard-on into her ass. He pressed his nose into the bed of curls at the back of her head as his hot breath burned on her neck.

"It is wrong, I know..." He told her quietly. "But doesn't it feel right?"

Before she could respond, she felt his lips on her neck as he began gingerly kissing her flesh.

"Doesn't it feel good to be bad?" He whispered in between light kisses.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his hands move around to her front and begin to explore her chest.

"Dylan, please..." was all she could muster in response.

He continued to alternate between kissing her neck and nuzzling into her curly hair. She shuddered as his hands caressed her breasts through her shirt and his gyrating hips continued to force his pelvis against her ass.

"You know you want this." He breathed in her ear in between kisses.

All of a sudden, she felt the sharp painful feeling of his fingers squeezing her nipples extremely hard. She let out an involuntary moan at the sensation of his pinches on her rock-hard buds.

"You see? Doesn't that feel good?" He asked. "Now tell me what you want."

Dylan's confidence and arousal were both soaring. He had never wanted a woman more than he wanted his aunt at that moment. Some of his deepest, darkest fantasies were coming true and he had no intention of stopping the proceedings until each and every one of his illicit dream scenarios with this beautiful woman came to reality. He needed to fuck her, to fulfill his ultimate fantasy, but that was not all he desired. To realize all of his twisted imaginations about her, he wanted her to want it. He wanted her to admit her lust for him, to beg him to fuck her - to become a slut for him.

Pressing harder against her, he continued to rub his groin against her ass, his erection grinding up and down as his hands fondled with her chest.

"I know you want it." He whispered as his lips trailed down her neck. "Tell me."

He could feel her body responding to his touch, whether completely voluntary or not was of no consequence to him at this point. The way her ass was slowly starting to move in rhythm with is crotch, not to mention how erect her nipples were at his fingertips, were clearly illustrating how much her body was enjoying his actions.

"Dylan..." She said softly, still struggling to both catch her breath and find the words. "We can't do this. We shouldn't..."

"But you do want it, don't you?" He interrupted, his hands squeezing her breasts as he spoke. "I know you want it. Tell me."

Even before she replied, the low sensual moan that escaped her lips was the answer he was looking for.

"Yes..." she whispered.

Jeanne could not even believe it was her lips moving. Her whole body quivered as she quietly admitted her depraved lust for her nephew. She could not believe what she was doing, or about do. All at once she felt horrified, sexy, appalled and excited.

Slowly she turned to face him. Surprising herself, her lips zeroed in on his immediately. She kissed him hard, forcing her tongue deep into his mouth. His hands quickly dropped down to her jeans and began undoing them and sliding them down onto her thighs. Instinctively, her hands moved to his belt and she returned the favour, undoing his pants at the same time. 

Shoving her jeans all the way down her legs, he suddenly spun her around, causing her to lean forward onto the kitchen counter to support herself again. She trembled with anticipation as he reached down and pulled her panties down. Her eyes shut and head down; she could feel him positioning himself behind her. She held her breath; waiting for what she knew was coming next.

"Tell me what you want." He said, postponing what she was now becoming increasingly desperate for.

"Dylan, please..." She pleaded.

"Tell me." He replied quickly.

"Don't make me say it." She implored, trying to hold on to some shred of dignity.

Pressing tightly against her, she felt his cock slide up and down her wet pussy lips.

"Say it." He whispered, leaning in close.

"Fuck me." She sighed.

"Say it!" He demanded again, his prick continuing to tease her eager snatch.

"Fuck me!" She cried out, desperate for him to be inside her.

She bit her lip as his rock hard penis drove into her. He groaned as he pushed his cock in as deep as he could, his balls pressing up against her swollen cunt lips. Slowly he began pumping his hips back and forth, his pace quickening with each stroke.

Each thrust caused her body to lurch forward, her brown hair bouncing to and fro as the slick sound of her pussy swallowing his shaft time after time echoed throughout the hallway. Reaching underneath her, he slid a hand between her chest and the countertop and took hold of one of her heaving tits, squeezing and pinching her nipple between his fingertips.

She moaned in ecstasy, amazed at how good her nephew's dick felt inside her hungry fuck hole. As much as the situation should have disgusted her, there was no denying that she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Rocking her hips back and forth to match the pace of his thrusts, she cried out in a combination of pleasure and pain as her new lover grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked back on it.

"You like that?" He groaned. "That feel good?"

"Fuck! Yes! Fuck me!" She cried out in response.

Dylan was in heaven. His hips slapped hard against his aunt's ass as he grunted with each pump of his shaft into her wet pussy. He was fucking her harder and faster then he had ever fucked a woman before. Slamming into her relentlessly, the sound of their flesh smacking against each other echoed throughout the kitchen.

Everything he had ever fantasized about with this woman was coming to fruition. He was fucking her and she loved every minute of it. Even his twisted desire to have her admit her lust for him and beg him to fuck her had happened. Pumping in and out of her, he knew he had to go for broke and truly live out all his fantasies with her. He needed her to become a total slut for him.

Once again, her reached forward and intertwined his fingers in the mess of curls at the back of her head. He gave her a quick little tug to snap her attention to his voice.

"I knew you wanted it." He told her. "I always knew you could be a dirty little slut."

She let out a low moan, seemingly in agreement with his statement.

"You like your nephew's cock sliding in and out of that slutty pussy, don't you?" He groaned, pulling back even more on her hair.

"Uh huh." She grunted in response.

"Say it!" He demanded, pounding into her harder and harder with each word. "Tell me how slutty you are!"

"Oh yes!" She finally cried out. "I fucking love it! I love your cock in my slutty pussy! Fuck your aunt!"

Jeanne could feel her orgasm building as she heard the words coming out of her mouth. She did not know what was more astonishing, that she was actually saying these things, or that she was getting off on them. Her words, this entire situation should have made her feel sickened and humiliated, but those emotions had easily been surpassed by those of arousal and lust. Even hearing her young lover remind her of the incestuous specifics of their act by calling her 'aunt' and refer to his red hot poker as her 'nephew's cock' turned her on more than they revolted her.

"Is this what you want slut?" He asked in between thrusts. "You want your nephew to fuck the shit out of you?" 

"Yes! Oh, God yes!" She screeched, any sense of decency long forgotten. "Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of your slutty aunt!"

With those words, the orgasm she had so desperately been craving erupted within her. Her body shook and spasmed as he continued to furiously fuck her through her climax.

Dylan knew his own orgasm was rapidly approaching. Panting and groaning he slammed into his aunt as hard and as fast as he could. He wanted to finish this ultimate fantasy fuck off on as a high a note as possible.

"C'mon slut, fuck your nephew." He managed to utter in between gasps for breath. "Fuck your nephew's cock like the slutty aunt you are!" He wanted to hear those filthy words come out of her mouth one more time as he came inside her.

"Yes!" She wailed. "Fuck me! Fuck your slutty aunt!"

He could feel the rumble in his balls growing with each word she spoke.

"Tell me how much you wanted it." He pleaded, trying to hold off his explosion for as long as possible. "Tell me how much you love it!"

"I love your cock in my slutty pussy!" She moaned. "I love my nephew's cock fucking my slutty pussy! I wanted it so bad baby! I wanted you to fuck me like a dirty slut!"

He could not take any more. His cock erupted, shooting his hot load deep into her pussy. Her cunt contracted around his twitching dick, squeezing out every drop of his love juice.

Jeanne closed her eyes, still recovering from her own earth-shattering orgasm, as well the realization that her sister's son had just filled her up with his semen. Her nephew's body pressed against her as his softening prick slipped out of her. She felt like the dirty slut that she had claimed to be in the throes of their incestuous fuck. Even worse, as much as she did not want to admit it – it felt good.

Dylan breathed hard as his body pressed against his aunt's. He could not believe what had just happened. His fantasies had all come true. He had just fucked his aunt. She had loved every minute of it. He made her beg for it. And she had become his slut.



Forbidden Desires



She swore again and checked her phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Still no more battery than the last time she had checked. Kicking the tyre of her stationery car she rummaged in her bag for her packet of cigarettes and lighter. Inhaling deeply she looked up and down the deserted road and cursed her mum and step-dad for moving her to such a god forsaken place. After falling in with the wrong crowd in her old school in London they had forcibly relocated her to the Dorset countryside.

Pulling her thin jacket tighter around herself she shivered and took another practised drag from her cigarette. She stamped her feet in her heeled, leather, knee high boots trying to keep herself warm. Checking her phone once again she growled in frustration at the lifeless screen. From the corner of her eye she spotted lights coming down the road towards her. Letting out a small yelp of excitement she leant across the passenger seat to flick her hazard lights on and quickly crushed the butt of her cigarette under her heel.

The unfamiliar car came slowly to a halt next to her and the window slowly lowered to reveal a young man, he looked to be in his early thirties, with red hair that looked almost golden in the soft glow from his interior light, freckles covered his nose and cheeks and his green eyes danced as he took in the young girl stood before him.

"Thank god you came along," she began in a breathy voice leaning into the car slightly. "My car broke down and I have no battery on my phone to get hold of anyone, do you think I could borrow yours to ring my parents?"

He smiled and she felt her stomach perform a slow flip, he was beautiful. 

"Course you can pet," rummaging in the pocket of a laptop case next to him he pulled the thin silver phone out and handed it to her. She smiled gratefully and turned to punch in the number, while she wasn't looking he took the opportunity survey the perfectly rounded ass in black jeans that seemed to be painted onto her, the heeled boots emphasised her shapely legs and just above her jeans he could see the beginnings of a tattoo before her thin, black, leather jacket cut it off. She turned back a look of despair on her young face.

"There's no signal." She looked so lost he smiled softly and got out of the car.

"If you want I can have a quick look, I was just on my way up to my cabin, it's not fair from here and there's a phone. You can ride there with me and then call your parents from there." He saw the doubtful look mar her soft features and quickly backtracked. "Or you can give me the car details and I can call a tow truck and have them pick you up from here if you would rather wait with your car?" She glanced doubtfully up and down the road before shaking her head.

"No, I'll come with you if it's not too much trouble?" He shook his head.

"No trouble at all."He waited as she locked her car and slid gracefully into the seat beside him, as she pulled she seatbelt across her his eyes were drawn to her large, firm breasts pressing against the fabric of her too small strappy top and the sparkling gem in her bellybutton. Shaking himself he restarted his car and continued his drive with his new passenger.

"You know you're lucky I came along. Not many people use this road at the best of times, especially not this late. What were you doing out here?"

"I'm new to the area and just wanted to explore you know, I got lost a few hours ago then my car died. I've been waiting there for almost two hours now." 

For a minute she said nothing then shifted in her seat to speak to him again. "I'm sorry, I don't know your name."

"Alejo."

"Spanish yeah?"

"Yeah, how do you know?"

"My mamma's part Spanish, I'm Annabella, but Belle, Bella or Bells is fine."

"That's pretty."

"Cheers, my papa was Italian, mamma didn't want me to have a traditional Italian name but thought that sounded close enough."

He laughed softly. "Can't argue with that." 

No more was said until he slowed to a halt outside a wooden cabin straight out of a western movie, a pile of logs was stood outside the door and as they went in he grabbed an armful. Walking through the door she smiled at the simplicity of the cabin. A worn leather sofa stood in the middle of the room in front of a large fireplace, two equally worn leather armchairs stood either side of the sofa, behind them was the kitchen area and a corridor that led off to what she assumed was the bedroom.

"This is real cute."

"Yeah it's not too bad, it's quiet, easy for me to get my work done." He moved through to the kitchen while she perched on one of the armchairs and watched him. He picked up the phone and dialled quickly. She heard him speaking and went back to staring round the interior of the cabin.

"OK that's great," he hung up the phone and came back to where she was sat. "He said he'll be here in about twenty minutes."

"Thank you so much for doing that."

"Don't mention it," he picked up some of the logs from the pile he had brought in and headed through to the back rooms. "I'll be back in a second." She nodded and moved to the window. Much as she missed London watching the stars was something she could get used to. She didn't know how long he had been gone but she jumped when his hands appeared either side of her own on the windowsill and his hard body pressed against hers. She shuddered at the sudden contact and pushed back against him, grinding her ass against the hard ridge in his jeans without thinking.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" She nodded unable to talk as he slowly humped against her. Trailing one hand up her arm he knotted his fingers in her short hair and pulled her head back to gently lick her neck. His other hand moved across her stomach and down to the heated apex of her thighs, she sucked in a breath and rubbed against his hand her pussy already wet as she tried to prolong the contact. He slid his hand between skin and denim and over her soaked panties until he held her in one large hand. With a skilled finger he found her clit easily and stroked making another shiver run the length of her body. The whole time her gorgeous ass had not stopped it's grinding motion against his groin and he could feel his cock getting harder by the second.

He moved the soaked lace of her knickers away from her dripping pussy and with his thumb began a circling motion over the nub of flesh. She moaned and her hips worked even harder as her breathing became ragged, he slid one finger inside her and a shriek escaped her throat. She moved her hips lost to everything but reaching the orgasm she craved, he smiled and added another finger as the sexy young girl fucked herself on his hand her ass still pressed tightly against his erection creating a wonderful friction.

A knock on the door made her freeze and her eyes fly open, she tried to move away from him but the movement only made the fingers still inside her harder to resist and she humped down again for another second before forcibly removing his hand and stepping away panting. Looking straight into her eyes he licked his fingers clean of her juices and went to answer the door.

She waited just behind him until the mechanic finished explaining that the car was fixed, a busted fan belt that would cost less than a tenner to replace and had already been taken care of, her car was then unhooked from the back of the truck and Alejo watched as the young girl drove away. Still smiling he went back through to the bedroom, freed his cock from his jeans and stroked it thinking of her taste and rounded ass cumming in less than a minute.

*

Monday morning saw him sat back at his desk, loud conversations and childish laughing made he look up and kick the leg of his desk violently.

"Settle down guys. It's just another Monday and we need to start class."

"Ahh, do we have to sir?" Luanna spoke up from the front row, she leant forward attempting to show as much of her cleavage to him as possible her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as she licked her lips sensually.

"Funnily enough yes we do, now if you could all..." The sound of the door opening made him look up impatiently yet again. A young girl walked in, she had short bright red hair, caramel skin, a perfect button nose, full pouting lips, she wore a White shirt, black a line skirt, black knee high socks, ankle high, heeled black boots, a black tie and had dark expressive eyes that were now wide with horror.

"Good morning, my name is Mr Garcia. You must be the new student."

"Yeah, I'm Annabella, but Belle, Bella or Bells is fine." 

*

Her teacher?! He was her fucking teacher! She sat at a desk near the back of the room and kept her eyes on the floor. Her fucking teacher?! She had really got herself in the shit this time!

The clock slowly moved round. His eyes strayed to her exposed cleavage and tanned legs in her short skirt, staring down at his left hand he felt the rush of guilt come back. Finally the bell rang and he dismissed the class.

"Annabella? Could you stay for a minute please?" Her heart sank, she stood by his desk, her hands folded in front of her still looking at the floor. Luanna had stayed behind trying to lure him into a conversation, he sighed with frustration and ushered her out. "Well that sounds very interesting Luanna, I will continue this with you tomorrow."

"You promise sir?" He rolled his eyes and nodded.

"I promise, now off you go." She skipped out in a swirl of perfume and a click of heels, Bella still kept her eyes on the floor, her face burning as he watched her from his desk.

"What are you doing here?" She said nothing her nervousness rising in her chest. "I said, what the fuck are you doing here?"

"I go here now, my transfer came through yesterday morning." She turned to the door, her whole body trembling. "I'm sorry, I'll leave." His large calloused hand wrapped around her wrist and pulled her around to face him, his free hand wrapped around her delicate throat and pushed her until her back hit the door.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen." Her voice shook and her eyes searched his face in a panic.

"Shit," he ran his hands down his stubbled face. "I'm almost twice your age." Her eyes were fixated on his left hand, a look of horror on her pretty face.

"You're married?" He looked down at the simple silver band as though seeing it for the first time. He nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were so young?!"

She pushed herself away from the door anger dancing in her eyes. "You never asked!" Her eyes dropped back to the floor and her chest rose and fell quickly with her breathing. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's my fault. I shouldn't have tried anything in the first place. I think it would be better if we didn't spend too much time alone though."

"OK, well I guess I'll see you tomorrow sir."

"Good bye Bells."

She smiled slightly. "Bye Alejo."

*

The next week passed quickly and without problems. She settled into her school life and he found ways of beating his arousal every time he saw her. Friday came however and she didn't turn up for class, he waited, worrying for the hour but she didn't show. 

At the end of the day he packed all his work into the boot of his car, his mind stayed on Bella until he arrived at his cabin and felt a weight lifted from his chest. She sat on the floor her back against her car a lit cigarette in her hand. She wore a hooded sweatshirt which hid her face from him as he approached.

"You alright kid?" she said nothing. "You coming in?" She nodded. He unlocked the door and waited until she walked in in front of him, he moved towards her and gently pushed the hood from her face. He bit back a gasp. A large purple bruise flowered on her left cheek and a cut stood out against the soft pink of her lower lip.

"Holy shit kid, what happened to you?"

"I fell, I was in stupid heels and I fell."

"You fell?" He took a step towards her, crowding her against the wall.

"Yeah."

"Bells, did someone do this to you?"

She shook her head her eyes turning frantic. "No, I fell, please sir, I just fell." The title gave him a feeling of power and her breathy tone made his cock twitch in his pants.

"Fine, I believe you. Are you staying here tonight?"

"Can I?"

"You have to stay where I put you."

"Yes sir." Another wave of arousal hit him and he gritted his teeth.

"If I put you in the bed, you will stay there."

"Yes sir."

"You will not come to me and if I come to you, you will send me away. Do you understand?"

"Please sir." Her dark eyes were burning with arousal and her small body visibly shook.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"OK," he lead her to the bedroom in the back of the cabin, quickly he lit a small fire before standing and staring at her.

"You want some pyjamas?" She nodded slightly and he threw her a large t-shirt to wear, she looked unsure of what to do, so he motioned for her to begin undressing. Her eyes never left his as she pulled the sweatshirt over her head and slid her jeans down her smooth legs. She stood before him in nothing but pale pink lace underwear that contrasted against her tan skin and did very little to hide her large firm breasts, she slowly slid the t-shirt over her smooth exposed skin and watched him clench and unclench his fists attempting to refrain from touching her. He pushed her onto the bed and tucked her under the sheets, her eyes gazed up at him begging him to stay but with all the strength he had left he left her in his bed alone and settled down for a very long night on the sofa.

*

Small noises coming from the bedroom woke him from his doze, he listened for a minute trying to work out what they were before giving into temptation and getting up. The sight that met his eyes made him instantly rock hard and his breath catch in his throat. She lay on her back, her neck arched baring her throat, her plump bottom lip caught between her teeth, her legs apart as her hand moved steadily under the covers, small moans and gasps escaped her lips and he watch greedily his body aching with need. Her eyes fluttered open and caught sight of him, she let out a small shriek and her hand shot out from under the covers as she pushed herself into a sitting position.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were awake."

"Don't stop." 

Her face clouded with confusion. "What?"

"Keep going." She look unsure of what to do so he sat on her bed next to her, took her hand in his and moved it back to her pussy, he could feel from there how wet she was and clenched his jaw against his own need. Slowly he moved her fingers back over her clit and encouraged her to continue what she had been doing. Another moan came from her throat and her hips pressed upwards into his hand. He slid a finger into her tight pussy as she continued to frig her clit, slowly he began to move his finger in and out, finger fucking her gently as her breathing became pants and she began thrusting against his fingers. Her free hand came down to his throbbing erection and stroked it gently through the tight boxers he still wore. He tensed at the first contact then groaned encouraging her to do it again. He added another finger and began sawing them in and out of her faster, her hand slid between fabric and skin until she held his hard cock in her small hand. Her eyes widened at how big his cock felt in her delicate grip before slowly running her hand up and down his shaft applying slight pressure making him groan loudly again.

He moved to lay between her legs and his free hand moved down her back until he held her perfect ass in one hand, his fingers teased the crease and her hips moved faster against him while her hands sped on on his cock and her clit, he removed his hand from her ass and brought a finger to her willing mouth. She pulled it in without hesitation and suckled obediently. Moving his hand back to her ass he slowly massaged her tight rosebud before working one finger into her. She cried out and went still as her body tried to accustom itself to the new feeling, gently he moved his finger in and out of her ass and pussy until she was panting again and her hands went back to their ministrations. He added another finger to her ass and she cried out again her hand now jacking him wildly as he felt his balls tighten at the same time her muscles began to contract. As her orgasm washed over her she opened her mouth to scream, he covered her mouth quickly with his and kissed her deeply and she sucked on his tongue as his own orgasm came and he spurted rope after rope of cum onto the belly. He rested his head on her shoulder as she moved one hand to where his cum had soaked her and collected some on her finger, smiling slightly she put her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. He felt another jerk of arousal in his stomach and pulled her towards his for another kiss grinding his hips into her.

He would worry about his guilt tomorrow. 

*

The next morning the sun came through the window in her room and she sat up slowly, she had not been able to sleep the whole night but didn't feel tired at all. Sitting up she waited, she had been told not to leave them room until he came to get her so she waited patiently. The door opened and he walked into the room, his face unsmiling, his eyes hard.

"You have to go."

"What?"

"You have to leave. Now. Get out."

"But," she didn't have time to say another word.

"I said get out! Now!" She jumped and her eyes filled with tears.

"Please don't send me away. I don't know where else I can go."

"Get the fuck out!" His hand slammed against the wooden frame of the door and a tiny cry escaped her throat and she ran from the room, he heard the door close softly and her car start and drive away. Slumping against the wall he ran his hand through his hair and tried to control his breathing, letting out a shout of anger his whole body trembled and he slid to the floor.

*

The rest of the day passed slowly for him, he tried to finish his marking, he tried to complete lesson plans, he went to the store, returning home he placed beer, pizza's, crisps and more beer away and lit a fire. Opening a can he flung himself on the sofa in front of the fire and waited. Hours passed as he watched the flames drinking can after can of beer. His mind kept straying back to Bella and he felt the desire begin to build in him once again, his hand slid down to the waistband of his jeans and slipped under the fabric. A knock on the door made him jump and he got slowly to his feet. He knew who he would see but he couldn't stop himself from opening the door. She stood not looking at him, he reached out and tilted her head up until she looked at him, her eyes were scared and she bit her bruised lip. He dragged her to his chest and crushed his lips to hers, his hands slid to her hips and pulled her closer, he shut the door with one hand, then pushed her back against the wood.

"I'm so sorry." He said between hard kisses. "I didn't want you to go. I just felt so guilty."

"It's fine."

He pushed the thin leather jacket she wore from her shoulders and lifted her into his arms, her thick legs wrapped around his waist bringing her hips into harder contact with his as he moaned, pushing her harder against the door he humped against her leaving her panting and rosy cheeked.

"If you're not in the bedroom in five seconds I swear to god." She slid from his arms and walked towards the back room, slowly, calculatingly, her back to him as he clenched his fist to stop himself grabbing her. Following her down he fought back a groan, she had removed her t-shirt, jeans, trainers and now stood in blue underwear that hugged her curves and made his mouth water. With a savage growl he lifted her back into his arms and sank onto the edge of the bed, she arched her back pressing her breasts against his hard chest and pressed down onto his groin. Her eyes seemed to plead with him.




Forbidden Desires



"Please sir."

"What do you want?"

"Kiss me sir, please." He groaned in pleasure at the word of power coming from her lips and took her mouth once more in a passionate kiss, she rubbed her lithe, young body against him and his hands kneaded violently against her skin, she whimpered softly against his mouth before pulling away and looking between their bodies with a questioning look. He pushed her to the floor until she knelt between his legs, she pawed at his t-shirt and he pulled it over his head, her quick, little fingers undid his belt, button and zip and tugged his jeans down his legs. She pulled his boxers down to join their clothes on the floor. He held his breath until he felt her warm mouth on him and groaned deep in his chest falling back onto the bed, one strong hand curled into her hair as her talented mouth and tongue drove him wild. As the pleasure washed over him his treacherous mind flitted to Amalia. Shaking his head he attempted to move her from him but she either didn't feel or didn't care, shuddering he felt himself getting closer and closer to climax. On a low groan he unravelled and felt her working to swallow everything he had to give before sitting back on her heels, her hands in her lap, staring obediently at the floor.

Sitting up he had every intention of leaving her in the room alone and going to sleep on the sofa but when he saw her in that submissive position he couldn't do it. Pulling her head back by the hair until she looked at him he pulled her further until she stood. Pulling her close he gently nudged her ankle until she straddled his lap her face just inches from his. Wrapping one arm around her waist and the other under her armpit the fingers curled around the back of her neck to press her body to his, his hips thrust up against her wrenching a soft moan from her open mouth. He licked at her upper lip before pulling the soft skin of her bottom between his teeth and biting gently, she shivered and ground her hips against his. Standing he threw her onto the bed, knelt, pulled the scrap of materiel that she tried to pass off as panties down her smooth tanned legs and pulled her until her perfectly rounded butt hung off the edge of the bed, slinging her legs over his shoulders. Her pussy was shaved completely smooth and the lips glistened with her sweet juices. Smiling he gently blew on her intimately before licking the soft skin of he thigh, she shivered and her hands reached down as she attempted to pull his head towards her.

Yanking himself away he once again pulled her to her feet, turning her he bent her forcefully over the bed, she was so small that her legs could be flush against the side of the bed and he waist only just came to the top of the mattress meaning her whole body was prone to the bed, reaching over he took both her wrists in one big hand and pulled her arms behind her back, then kneeling back down he took one lick across her smooth pussy and she shuddered, he took another swipe with his tongue and savoured her sweet flavour. His grip tightened on her wrists and he spread her legs wider, the muscled played under the soft skin of her thighs and her ass was pushed to an even more appealing angle. Barely able to contain himself he stood behind her and positioned his once again hard cock between the perfect cheeks of her ass. She moaned softly and lifted onto her toes to press harder against him as his hips began moving slowly against her, her breath came in pants as she wiggled backwards trying to get closer, he repositioned himself once again until the head of his cock rested against her swollen clit and she gave a soft cry.

"Oh god," she strained harder against him and ground her hips pushing his rock hard cock more firmly against her engorged clit as a shudder ran through her. With a quiet growl he reached across her back with his free hand and curled his strong fingers in her hair, with a yank he bent her backwards until her face was level with his and thrust harder against her as her cries became louder.

"Ahhh, don't stop please."

"You better not cum yet, I will tell you when you cum do you understand?"

"Yes sir." Her words were desperate and he sped up his movements, his cock still hadn't entered her as he continued to rub her clit with the swollen head.

"Do you want to cum?" His voice was ragged with the effort of restraining himself and she whimpered pitifully and nodded, his hand moved from her hair and curled around her neck twisting her flushed face to his as he felt his own need to cum rise. "Cum for me baby. Let me see you."

Her whole body tensed as she cried out, then a loud moan escaped her throat and he felt rope after rope of cum shoot from him as his cock was bathed in her sweet nectar. Pressing his lips to hers his tongue snaked into her mouth as she shuddered jerked against him her hips still moving at an erratic pace, her fingers clenched into fists, elongated, then clenched again as she panted heavily against his mouth. He smiled and an idea came to him, he lifted her back into his arms and lay her back on the covers, removing the blue bra he took a minute to gaze admiringly at her firm yet soft breasts, then still without clothes he walked to the small tool shed at the back of the cabin, smiling wider he found what he was looking for and returned, her eyes were closed and her naked chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing, pulling her arms above her head he wrapped a length of rope around her wrists then tied the two ends to the posts of his four poster bed, then looping two more lengths around her legs at the knees he pulled them until her legs were spread and tied to the posts. Finally a length around each ankle and tied to the bottom posts and he stood back to admire his handiwork. Her dark eyes had opened during this time and stared up at him, her whole body was pulled taught by the ropes and the sweet pink of her pussy was on full display between her tied legs and he leant down to run his tongue along her tasting her sweet juice. She moaned and lifted her hips to him but he pulled away and stood again watching her.

"Hmm, I have some plans for you little girl." Then he headed towards the door.

"Wait you're just going to leave me like this?"

"Of course."

"Please, sir you cant."

"Well I'm pretty sure I can and I'm going to."

"Please don't, sir please."

"Well I cant be having all this noise can I?" He grabbed her discarded panties from the floor and pushed them into her mouth, she let out a muffled cry from around the materiel and began pulling against her bonds, he slid between her legs and kissed her neck sensuously until she trembled, her hips lifted against him and a soft growl rumbled from her chest. Pulling back he walked to the door ignoring her muffled cries of protest. He returned to the sofa and spread his large body over the cushions, his mind was a mix of arousal and guilt, the girl tied in the bedroom was all he could think about but he couldn't stop thoughts of his wife from entering his mind.

He and Amalia had met in school, they had married when they were twenty four and ten years later they were expecting their first child, they had been trying for three years and now at six months she was expecting twins. Shaking his head he tried to reason with himself. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, he could keep Bella quiet, Amalia knew he came up here most weekends and very rarely bothered him when he was working. He could see Bella here most weekends but he would have to be careful when he saw her at school. Resting his arm over his face he tried to clear his mind and finally drifted into an uneasy sleep.

*

She hadn't slept all night, she lay awake her whole body trembling and pulling on the restraints, she couldn't get her tongue behind the gag to push it out of her mouth and her moans were muffled. Finally the door opened and she looked over to him, he leant against the door frame his arms folded across his broad chest, he was dressed in his jeans and they hung low on his hips leaving his muscled stomach and chest bare to her gaze. His green eyes roamed over her body and his lips curved in a lewd smile, she shivered at the look on his face and pulled harder against the bonds. He watched her struggle before walking slowly to the bed and stopping with his hands and one knee resting on the mattress, her legs were spread wide her pink pussy open to his gaze and he slid on hand up her leg from ankle to knee. 

"How did you sleep pet?" His gruff voice washed over her and she whimpered against her gag, he trailed his fingers up her leg running his nails gently up her thighs until he was inches from her pussy, another moan came from her lips and she tried to push her hips up against his hand but the ropes stopped her. He repeated this process up her other leg with his free hand and moved to lay between her legs on the bed, leaning down he flicked his tongue against her nipple feeling it harden instantly and she shuddered again. Slowly he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard hearing her cries grow louder through her gag, kissing down her stomach he stopped, his lips hovering above her pussy and she felt his warm breath on her skin. Her pussy lips shone with her sweet juices and he swiped his tongue up her slit tasting her arousal and groaning, she was delicious, dragging her tongue back across her pussy he pushed one finger into her tight heat feeling the silken walls of her pussy convulse around his finger as she struggled harder against the bonds trying to free herself.

Adding a second finger he flicked his tongue over her clit circling the small nub of flesh and feeling her trembles increase, he fucked her slowly listening to her moans and feeling her round hips trying to push against him. He fucked her faster twisting his fingers upwards and her hands clenched into fists above her head, his tongue worked against her sensitive clit and her muscles tensed as she shook violently and came hard around his fingers her juices spilling down his hand and he smiled looking up her body into her flushed face. Moving his wet fingers down he pressed against her ass and felt her tense again, thrusting his tongue deep in her pussy and his finger into her ass he heard her scream against the gag. Her ass was tight and hot and he sawed his finger in and out fucking her with his fingers and his tongue, her eyes rolled back in her head and she arched her back. The heat spread from her pussy into her stomach and she didn't try and keep her moans in as he violated her virgin ass, he pushed a second finger inside her fucked her faster stretching her over his digits. His tongue was deep in her pussy and he could feel her juices coating it and tasting her sweetness, she moved her hips as much as she could humping down on his fingers. She tossed her head back and another scream ripped from her throat, it was still muffled by the gag and her body shook uncontrollably, he rose to his knees and pushed his jeans down his legs and kicked them away. Taking his thick cock in his hand he stroked watching her, her eyes were closed and small shivers racked her, he looked down, her pussy was swollen and he smiled positioning the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Pushing slowly he groaned as she gripped him tightly in her tight heat, he thrust deeper and her eyes snapped open looking up at him, finally he pushed all the way inside of her and she felt him bump against her cervix.

He held onto her hips and began to move hitting deep inside her fiery pussy, gritting his teeth against his pleasure he sped his hips up slamming into her. He was close but he clenched his stomach fighting back his orgasm, leaning down so his chest rested against hers and wrapped his strong fingers around her throat. Squeezing tightly he saw a slight flash of panic cross her pretty face as it began harder to breath and she tried to talk through the gag.

"Shh pet," he thrust harder and her cries became louder. He squeezed tighter around her neck and fucked her hard, the bed shook, the headboard slamming into the wall and her muffled cries grew even louder and her eyes closed again as pain laced the pleasure as he hit deep inside her.

"Oh fuck you're so tight." His free hand found her breast and he pinched and twisted her small nipple, she shivered in pain and he pinched harder looking down and watching the skin turn red. Her pussy pulsed and quivered around his thick length, pinching harder he felt her tense in orgasm and her pussy tightened further around him. Pulling out he moved up the bed until he straddled her chest and pulled her head up off the bed with one large hand in her hair, pulling the panties from her mouth he pushed his cock past her lips and she tasted herself on him. His hand tightened in her short red hair and he fucked her mouth hard pushing himself forcibly down her throat and she gagged but worked to take him further, he pulled her head against him and moved her feeling his orgasm build until he shouted loudly and came into her willing mouth. She swallowed everything he gave and he let out a shaky breath moving off the bed, quickly he untied her and she worked her arms trying to loosen her muscles, he walked to the door but before leaving to room he turned to look at her.

"You should go, in school you treat me the same as any teacher. Next weekend I want you to be here on Friday evening and you will stay until I say you can leave. Understand?"

She nodded, she was knelt on the bed her hands clasped between her thighs. Her short hair stuck up around her head and her lips were swollen from his kisses. The cut on her lip stood out against her skin and her bruise on her cheek had turned a deep purple, he smiled and turned walking from the room. He walked through to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, he could smell her on his body and he washed thoroughly so Amalia wouldn't suspect anything. Turning off the water he walked back through the cabin and into the bedroom, it was empty. Her clothes had gone except for the pair of blue panties, she had left them on the bed and picking them up he brought the fabric to his nose inhaling the scent of her arousal. His cock twitched and he smiled, drying himself and dressing quickly he finished the marking he had brought with him and loaded up his car. It was dark by the time he got home and his wife called to him from the kitchen, she stood at the stove and turned when he entered.

"Hi baby, this is late." She was pretty, blonde hair hung around her shoulder and her nose was covered in freckles making her look younger than her thirty four years, she smiled and placed her hand on her stomach.

"I know I've had loads to do." He dropped a kiss on her cheek before bending and kissing her stomach as well. "How're you?"

"We're fine," she smiled and rubbed her stomach gently. "Just missing daddy, will you be here this weekend?"

"'Fraid not hun," he sat at the table and rubbed his hand over his face. "I've got so much to do I'll probably be up at the cabin all weekend."

She turned from the fridge with a beer in her hand and placed it in front of him. "Again?"

"I know I'm sorry, Mark is off sick so I'm taking over his classes. They've got exams this week so I'll have those to mark as well as the essays for mine."

She waved it off but he could see the disappointment in her brown eyes. "It's OK, you cant help it."

He pulled her to sit on his lap. "I promise when he's back I'll take a couple days off and we'll go away, just the two of us."

She smiled and kissed him, he held her close before lifting her into his arms, she giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. He carried her upstairs and tried to push Annabella from his mind.

*

She had been nervous about seeing him on Monday, she did not know how he would act around her after what they had done over the weekend and her heart had fluttered in her chest she entered his classroom. He taught A-level English Literature and she saw him nearly every day.

He didn't look up as she entered and during the class he paid no extra attention to her than to any of his other students, she kept her eyes on her desk and doodled on her pad. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday went by without incident but when she entered the room on Thursday morning a hand grabbed her arm pulling her back into the corridor. She looked up into the face of a boy she recognised from her class.

"Hi, Brendan right?"

He smiled and looked into her dark eyes, they were lined with black pencil and she looked up through her long black lashes her tongue darting out to wet her lips which were painted a bright red. She wore a pair of black high waisted shorts and a tight white t-shirt, black heeled boots stretched her legs and white knee high socks were visible over the top.

"Yeah, I was just wondering if your busy weekend after next? My parents are out of town so I was gonna have some people over. I think you should come." He ran his hand through his messy black hair and smiled his blue eyes flashing.

Her plump lips curved in a smile. "Sure I'd like that."

"If I'm not interrupting I think you should go in," she turned and looked into Alejo's eyes, she blushed and looked away.

"Sorry sir," Brendan smiled at her and walked into the classroom, Alejo looked at her for a moment before walking past her and she took a deep breath before following. She took her usual seat at the back of the room, he didn't speak to her the whole lesson but she could feel his eyes on her, finally the bell rang and she stood but his voice caught her attention.

"Annabella, I need to speak with you about the essay you turned in. I would like to see you at three, in my office."

"Yes sir." The word in her soft voice sent a jolt of lust through him and his eyes flashed with warning, she hurried out of the room and spent the rest of the day in a nervous daze, she couldn't concentrate on anything and when three finally came around she stood outside his office twisting her hands together. 

Swallowing hard she knocked on the door and heard him answer, she pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit and she looked around, the door closed and she whipped round watching as he locked it, taking hold of her throat he walked her backwards until she hit the desk, reaching between them he undid the button and zip on her shorts and pushed them down her legs. Lifting her he sat her on the edge of the desk and pressed a finger against her through her white thong, the material was already wet with her juices and she spread her legs her hands curling into the wood.

Pulling her off the desk he turned her and pushed on her back until she bent at the waist, moving around the desk he opened the drawer and pulled out a length of white silk and a pair of scissors, she watched him warily as he stood in front of her and tied her wrists together with the silk. Taking the ends he pulled them under the desk stretching her arms forward, moving behind her he spread her legs apart and brought the ends of the silk out and tied her ankles to the legs of the desk. Her round ass was pushed out towards him and he ran his hand over the smooth skin, slipping his hand between her legs he cupped her pussy and stroked her through the material of her thong.

"I cant stop thinking about you pet," he moved his hand against her and she moaned quietly, he pushed his finger against her heat and she pushed her ass backwards as much as she could. "All day, all night, all I fucking do is think about you. I cant eat, I cant sleep." His voice was gruff and she moaned again, he reached back into the drawer and pulled out a long wooden ruler. Her eyes flashed when she saw it and he stroked her cheek. The bruise was starting to fade and the cut on her lip starting to heal, he ran his thumb over her lip, he knew there was something more to her injuries than just falling but he would wait until she was ready to tell him on her own. Loosening his tie he pulled it over his head and tied it around her eyes as a blindfold, she shivered as he moved behind her and ran the ruler over her ass.




Forbidden Desires



"You'll have to keep quiet pet, we don't want anyone to hear you." 

She nodded and waited holding her breath, he lined the ruler up against her skin and brought it down hard against her, she jumped and pressed her lips together. He ran the ruler over the mark already blooming against her skin before snapping it against her again and hearing her gasp, moving down he snapped the wood against her thighs before moving back to her ass. By the tenth strike she was shaking uncontrollably, by the fifteenth soft noises escaped her and by the twentieth she was biting her lip hard enough to draw blood to stop her cries from making a sound.

There was a knock on the door and he turned, his breathing was ragged and he was shaking, taking a deep breath he pushed his hair away from his face and smoothed his hand over the hot skin of her round ass, leaning down he whispered in her ear.

"Not a fucking sound." Opening the door an inch he looked out into the corridor, Luanna stood there twisting a lock of blonde hair around her finger. "Luanna, how can I help you?"

"I just wanted to talk about this grade you gave me," she smiled. "I think I can do better."

"Is that right?"

"I'd do anything to get my grade up, maybe I need some private tutoring." She took a step forward but he shook his head.

"As much as I would like to help you with your grades I cannot help you today. I am very busy, perhaps we can make an appointment for one day next week."

She pushed slightly on the door. "Are you sure you cant help me today? I am ready to do anything you ask me to."

He looked back into his office at the girl spread over his desk. A small smile played about her lips as she listened to their exchange, he rubbed his chin and looked back to Luanna. "Like I said I cannot help today, I am speaking with Annabella but I would be happy to make time next week to speak with you." He closed the door on her angry face and waited until he heard her footsteps as she walked away down the corridor, he locked the door. The sound made Bella jump and he smiled, standing at the other end of the desk he stroked her short hair and undid the fly of his trousers, freeing his hard cock he pushed into her mouth and sighed. Slowly he began to thrust against her pushing deep and hearing her work to take his impressive length into her throat, he thrust hard against her she moaned sending vibrations down his cock and through his body. He gripped her hair tighter and felt her saliva coat his cock and drip down her chin, she breathed through her nose allowing him to use her as he wanted and her hands curled into fists, her elbows were bent under her chest and her breasts were pushed together and he could see the softness of her cleavage over the low cut of her t-shirt. Her thrust harder against her mouth feeling his orgasm build and pushed deep into her throat spilling his hot cum into her mouth, she swallowed hard savouring his taste and a drop of his cum spilled from her mouth. Her small pink tongue flicked out and collected the drop of liquid swallowing it down.

He moved back around the desk and knelt behind her, taking the scissors from beside her he cut her thong away from her body and nipped at the skin of her round ass, she jumped and he slapped her hard. She whimpered and went still, he flicked his tongue over her rosebud and she moaned, sliding a finger into her tight pussy he circled her asshole with his tongue and fucked her pussy with his finger, he added a second finger and pressed against her asshole. His cock began to harden again and he pushed his tongue harder against her, it slipped into her ass and she cried out before she could stop herself.

He stood and smoothed his hand over her ass, positioning the swollen head of his cock against her pussy he held her hips and licked his lips. "You don't cum until I tell you, understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good girl," he slammed into her and she tossed her head back, with the blindfold still tied around her eyes the sensation of him stretching her pussy was even more intense and his hands clutching her ass sent pleasure through her whole body. He moved slowly inside her and she gritted her teeth fighting her orgasm that was already growing in her stomach, her whole body was trembling, her pussy quivered around his thick length and he thrust harder pushing deep before pulling back and teasing her with the head of his cock then slamming back inside hitting against her cervix.

"Oh fuck, your pussy is so tight. So hot and wet." He thrust harder and she worked to keep her moans quiet not wanting anyone to here them. "I love feeling your little pussy stretching over my cock, I love fucking your young pussy and soon I'm going to fuck your ass." She whimpered as his finger pressed against her asshole. "Would you like that pet? Would you like me to fuck your ass, thrust in deep and fuck your tight little hole?"

"Yes sir." Her voice was breathless. He pounded into her her tight pussy gripping his length, milking his cock and he felt his second orgasm building. He pushed his finger against her ass, pressing deep inside her and she dropped her head to the desk, he added a second finger and she almost sobbed when she spoke. "Please sir can I cum?"

"Not yet, don't you fucking dare cum until I tell you to." Her ass and pussy worked around him and he felt her tremble as she fought against her orgasm, he wanted her to lose complete control build the feeling until it dragged her under. She pushed back against him, humping down on his thick cock and driving his fingers deeper into her ass, he grunted and spoke through gritted teeth. "Fuck Bella you're so wet. Dripping wet for me." He thrust harder and her cries got louder as he pounded into her soft pussy, the trembling in her body grew more intense and she fought back her orgasm not wanting to disappoint him.

"Please sir, I need to cum."

He smiled at the begging tone of her voice and felt her pussy work around his cock as she kept her orgasm at bay, he thrust deep and pushed his fingers into her ass.

"Cum for me pet." 

She pressed her lips together keeping her scream quiet and her pussy quivered and convulsed around his length and tipped him over the edge, he held himself deep and shot rope after rope of thick cum into her welcoming heat. He held himself inside her for a moment before pulling out and stepping away rearranging his clothes, taking the remains of her thong and undoing the bonds he placed them in the drawer of his desk and leant down to speak softly in her ear.

"Don't move until I'm gone."

"Yes sir." He left the room and she heard the door close behind him, slowly she pulled the blindfold from her eyes and looked around, she was alone. Quickly she pulled her shorts back on and smoothed her hair before walking from the room, she left the building quickly and climbed into her car, she felt eyes on her and looked around but could see no one. She felt her cheeks flush and pulled out of the car park, she could still feel eyes on her but shook it off to nerves that someone had seen her leaving his office, she arrived home and her heart sank as she saw the black truck on the drive. Her step dad was already home.

Opening the door as quietly as she could she tried to sneak through the house but his voice reached her.

"Anna!"

She winced and walked through to the living room, he sat on the sofa a beer in his large hand and a hard scowl on his face. "Where the fuck have you been?"

"I had to speak to a teacher about some work I turned in, I had to stay late."

"Let me guess, you're failing already?" He sneered and she clenched her hands into fists.

"No I'm not failing he just wanted to make sure I was doing OK and settling in alright."

His smile faded and he stood from the sofa, he was a big man with a broad chest and hard muscles, he stepped towards her and she shrank back from him. "Don't you talk to me like that girl."

"I was just saying that I'm not failing."

He grabbed hold of her wrist and she winced in pain, his large hand held her tightly and she pulled trying to free herself. "I said don't you talk to me like that," he yanked her against his chest and held her chin tightly in his other hand. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Bells?" Her mothers voice came from upstairs and his smile returned.

"You're lucky." He leant down and kissed her hard before sitting back on the sofa, she hurried upstairs and locked herself in her room. Sliding down the door she wrapped her arms around her waist, she did not know if her mother didn't know what her husband did to Bella or whether she kept quiet to stop the abuse from turning on her. Bella's father had died when she was five and her mother had remarried when she was ten, for the first two years he had been a perfect husband and a great father to the young girl but then he had started drinking again.

She stayed in her room for the rest of the night, refusing to leave until the next morning, she dressed quickly in black leggings and cropped, loose fitting white t-shirt, stepping into white trainers she hurried downstairs.

"What are you wearing?"

She flinched and turned, her step-dad stood in the living room door. His bright eyes watched her and a smile curved his thin lips, he stepped towards her and she shrank away from him.

"I need to get to school." She reached behind her to find the handle of the front door but he placed his hand against it behind her head and pressed his body against hers, she could feel his hard length against her stomach and shuddered in fear.

"Dressing like a fucking slut, you got someone there fucking your pussy?"

"Simon I need to go."

"What have I told you about calling me Simon? You call me daddy." He slid his free hand down her body and between her legs, pressing hard against her pussy through her leggings making her whimper in pain, his strong fingers toyed with her and she pressed against the door trying to put some distance between their bodies.

"My teacher saw my bruises, he knows something is going on."

Simon's eyes flashed angrily and he pushed harder against her, he moved his hand from the door and wrapped his strong fingers around her throat, he held tightly and she whimpered. "You say a fucking word girl and I'll take you somewhere they'll never find you. Is that what you want? Not even your mamma would know where you were, I would keep you all to myself and no one would be able to touch you again. No one but your daddy."

"You'd never get away with it." She wanted her voice to be strong and sure but it came out a breathy whisper, she knew he could do it and knew that no one would look for her.

"Oh I would, I'd take you all for myself. Fuck you every day," he slid his hand round to her curved ass and squeezed. "I'd fuck that pretty little ass and your tight pussy. I've been thinking about it for months, I bet you've got a sweet little pussy don't you?"

"Let me go, please."

He leant down bringing his face close to hers, his warm breath hit against her face and she could smell stale beer. "You say one word and I'll take you so far no one will find you. Remember that."

He stepped away and she fell backwards out of the door, taking a deep breath she tried to stop her shaking before climbing into her truck. She had English first and as she walked towards the classroom a voice made her turn.

"Hey baby," Brendan smiled draped a muscled arm around her shoulders, she shivered at his touch and he frowned as he saw the faint marks on her neck for Simon's fingers, gently he touched them and felt her jump again. "What's this?"

She shook her head. "Nothing."

His handsome face scowled and he pulled her away from the classroom, ducking into a supply closet he closed the door and clicked on the light, bending to look into her face he brushed his thumb across her cheek showing the bruise she had covered with make up. "Who did this?"

"No one," she refused to look at him, his eyes flashed and he scoffed.

"Let me guess, walked into a door? Fell over in heels? Fell down the stairs?"

"Brendan please don't." Her dark eyes met his and she begged him reaching out to touch his strong chest. He was as tall as Alejo and broader, she looked down at his strong hands balled into fists and the muscles in his arms bunching, she shivered and tried to control her panicked breathing. He saw the fear in her face and his face softened, he stroked her cheek and ran her fingers through her short red hair.

"I'm not going to hurt you baby but I want you to know, if someone is doing this to you you can talk to me. I could help you."

"I don't need any help." 

He slid his hands down her body and rested his large hands on her round hips, pulling her close and lifting her onto her toes he leant down and brushed his lips across hers, she jumped and stilled in his arms and he kissed her again waiting for her to relax against him and wrap her arms around his strong neck bringing herself closer to him. He pressed her back against the door and lifted her into his arms, his cock was hard against her and she arched her back pressing her hips hard against him her lips opening on a moan under his. He cupped her ass in his large hands and rolled his hips against her.

"God there's something about you Bells, I cant get you out of my head. I think about you all the time," he thrust against her again and she dropped her head back against the door, he kissed the marks on her neck and felt her shudder against him. A deep groan rumbled from his chest and he let her slide down his body until her feet were back on the floor, kissing her again he stroked her cheek. "You can tell me, I'll help you."

She nodded not trusting herself to speak, he kissed her again and took hold of her hand. The exited the room and walked back to the classroom, he kept hold of her hand and they sat together at the back of the room, Alejo entered and looked to them. His green eyes flashed as he saw them together but he said nothing and sat at his desk, the class went slowly and the day dragged as he checked his watch constantly waiting for the day to be over. They would go to the cabin this evening and he would spend the weekend showing her what a real man could do to her, his mind flashed to the toys he had in the boot of his car and his cock hardened in his trousers.

The final bell rang and he practically sprinted from the school and sped through the small town, out on the forest roads he drove even faster until he skidded to a halt outside his cabin. She hadn't arrived yet and he unlocked the door and took the box inside, he set up the living room and bedroom and poured himself a large glass of scotch. He heard a car pull up outside and smiled, sitting on the sofa he waited for her to come into the room.

She knocked softly and waited, there was no reply and she frowned. His car was there and she knocked again before pushing the door open, the cabin was dimly lit, the curtains closed and she looked around before stepping inside.

"Close the door and lock it behind you." Her eyes fell on him and she pushed the door closed and locked it, his green eyes roamed over her and she shivered. She looked down, her cheeks heating and held her hands in front of her, he drank from his glass and watched her with his head on the side. "Get undressed, slowly."

She kicked off her shoes and socks and slid her leggings down her legs, pulling her t-shirt over her head she stood in front of him in nothing but her lace underwear, the pale blue bra pushed her breasts together and the small panties did nothing to hide her curved ass. He held up his hand and she stilled, he stood and reaching out took her hand, pulling to him he leant down until his lips were inches from hers and spoke softly.

"Did Brendan make you cum like I do?"

Her cheeks heated and she shook her head. "We didn't do anything."

"You let him touch you, did he make you wet?" A soft moan escaped her lips and she refused to look into his eyes, he tilted her head up with a finger under her chin. "Did he make you wet?"

"I'm sorry sir."

He took hold of her hand and lead her through to the bedroom, closing the door behind her he watched as she looked around the room, there were black leather cuffs tied to the posts of the headboard of the bed. He ran his hand down the curve of her back and leant to whisper in her ear.

"Sit down pet."

She climbed onto the bed and he fixed her wrists into the cuffs, her arms were kept above her head and he took more restraints from the chair, he looped it around her knees and tied the ends to the posts spreading her legs and snapped her panties off and pulled them away. Her pussy was bared to his gaze and he could see her juices glistening on the soft lips, he pushed a finger inside her and heard her gasp.

"So wet already," he brought his finger to her lips and she sucked her juices from his finger. "I'm going to have some fun with you pet."

Moving back to the chair he removed the black silk covering it, her eyes widened as she saw what was on the chair and she squirmed against her bonds he smiled and ran his hand over the vibrators, eggs, plugs and switches, he picked up a black blindfold.

"This weekend is all about you pet," he stalked towards the bed and she looked him up and down, he wore his grey suit trousers, a white shirt and a black tie, he rolled the sleeves of his shirts up to his elbows and came to stand beside her. Her dark eyes looked at him and her lip trembled. "I'm going to make you cum harder than you ever have before," he tied the blindfold around her eyes and ran his finger over her lips. He walked back to the chair and looked over the toys there, taking a large dildo he crawled back onto the bed and pressed it against her opening, she jumped at the contact and he teased her entrance wetting the dildo with her juices.

"You don't cum until I tell you, understand?"

"Yes sir." She was trembling already and when he pushed the dildo into her tight pussy she cried out, the rubber was cool inside her and when he began to fuck her with it slowly she arched her back. She tired to pull her legs closed feeling embarrassed as he watched her pussy grip the dildo but the restraints kept her open to his gaze. He climbed back off the bed and took a vibrator from the chair, turning it on it hummed to life in his hand and she jumped at the sound, he knelt back between her legs and gently held the vibrator against her clit. 

"Oh fuck," her muscles tensed and her hands clenched into fists, he smiled and with one hand began to move the dildo inside her tight heat, she gritted her teeth and her hips moved against the bed.

"Does it feel good pet?"

"Yes." Her voice was a whine and she moved her hips fasted against the toys ravaging her tight pussy, her toes curled and her tongue come out to wet her lips, her breasts bounced on her chest in her bra and he watched her as she thrashed against the bed. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her mouth was slightly open, the blindfold heightened her senses and the pulsing of the vibrator against her clit was almost too much to bear, she struggled against the bonds trying to move away from him but she couldn't budge.

"I'm going to cum," her voice was a soft moan and he pressed the toys harder against her.

"No no pet, you don't cum until I tell you to."

"I cant hold it." She was panting desperately and her hips thrust against the bed without her thinking. "I cant, please sir."

"I said not until I tell you to."

He kept his voice cold but he was smiling as he watched her fight against her orgasm, he knew she couldn't hold it any longer but didn't take the vibrator away or stop moving the dildo inside her, he saw the muscles in her stomach bunch and she trembled violently as her orgasm ripped through her body and he felt her sweet juices run down his hand. He stilled against her waiting for her breathing to calm and her trembles changed from pleasure to fear.




Forbidden Desires



"I said you don't cum until I told you to."

"I'm sorry sir." Her voice shook. "I couldn't hold it any more."

He pushed the vibrator hard against her again and a husky moan fell from her lips, her pussy still quivered from her first orgasm and pulsing feeling overtook her again, he moved the dildo quickly inside her and she thrust against his hands again. Her skin burnt and she felt a drop of sweat roll down her neck and between her breasts, she trust harder against his hands driving the dildo deeper into her pussy and pressing her clit against the vibrator. Her orgasm grew inside her again and her hips thrust wildly, she was lost to anything but the feelings building inside her and he watched her beautiful face listening to her husky moans until she came undone again writhing against the bed. He pushed the vibrator harder against her and fucked her faster with the dildo drawing her orgasm out until she screamed and shook her head.

"I cant cum any more."

"You will do as you're fucking told, you wanted to cum now you're going to cum until you cant any more. Now, again."

"Please its too much, I cant." She begged but her hips still moved against him, she was shaking violently and his hands were covered in her sweet juices. She tried to move away from him but her restraints made it impossible and he pressed even harder against her clit rolling the vibrator against her until she was sobbing. "I cant, please, I cant, its too much, I cant." She was panting, her breath ripping from her chest as her pussy quivered and convulsed around the toys working against her swollen twat. Slowly he took the vibrator from her clit and brushed over the sensitive nub with his finger, she let out another shaking sob and he leant forward and kissed the tears from her cheeks. Taking the dildo from her and undoing her restraints he pulled her from the bed. 

"Bend over." She shivered at his low command and placed her hands on the bed bending at the waist and pushing her ass towards him, he pulled the blindfold from her eyes and held up a large black toy, a large rounded, black pyramid was set on the base and her eyes widened as she looked at it. "Do you know what this is pet?" She shook her head and tried to speak, small shivers still racked her body from her orgasms and she couldn't force the words out. "It's a butt plug, its going to stretch that tight little ass before I fuck you."

He moved back behind her and gently pushed the butt plug into her pussy to wet it before pressing the tapered end against her rosebud, she moaned as pain flared in her but he pushed further until it slid into her ass and her tight hole tightened around the base keeping it in place. He looked down at her, the circular base of the butt plug showing against her tanned skin and he gently tapped it, she moaned again as the new feeling shot through her and he smiled.

"Stand up." Slowly she straightened and turned slowly, the toy was heavy in her ass pulling against her stomach as she moved and she pressed her lips together to quiet her moans. He walked back to the chair and picked up a long blue dress, it had no straps and a slit up the side that would reach to her thigh, he held it out to her and she took it gingerly. "Put it on."

"Why?" She couldn't stop the question from leaving her and looked at him with confusion in her dark eyes.

"I'm going to take you out for dinner pet." Her hand moved to her ass and he grabbed her wrist. "Don't touch it, you are going to wear it all night for me."

She stepped into the dress feeling the plug shift and move in her ass and biting her lip against the sensation, it was like nothing she had ever felt before and the thought of wearing it out in public sent a jolt of pleasure and fear through her. She smoothed the material over her legs and looked up at him, he handed her a pair of black heels, she stepped into them and he looked her up and down. She was beautiful. He swung his suit jacket over his shoulders and took her hand linking it through his arm.

"Are you ready?" She nodded and took a step towards the door, the plug moved in her pulling heavily and she bent over moaning loudly at the feeling and her hands clutched at him.

"Oh fuck," her eyes closed and she straightened again, she took another step and the plug moved again but she stayed upright muffling her moan against the back of her hand and he laughed softly.

"Does it feel good pet?"

"I don't think I can walk sir."

He pulled her gently keeping her in step with him and lead her out to his car, before he left the cabin he patted the inside pocket of his suit jacket feeling his surprise resting there before opening the door of his car for her. He held her hand as she slid into the passenger seat but as she sat a scream ripped from her throat as she pushed the butt plug deeper into her tight ass, her hand clutched his and her breathing was ragged. He laughed again and leant down to kiss her cheek.

"How good it feels now is nothing to how its going to feel when I fuck you, when I slide my cock in deep and fuck your tight little ass." She moaned again and leant her head back against the seat, he closed the door and moved round to the drivers side, he started the car and drove away from the cabin going to opposite way along the road away from town. Her eyes opened slowly and she looked out of the window.

"Where are we going?" Her voice was soft and she moved slightly on the seat trying to find a position that didn't put pressure on the plug in her ass.

"There's a town about an hours drive, bigger than Loders with more things to see and no one there will know who we are."

They were quiet for the rest of the drive the only noises were the small moans coming from her throat, finally lights showed in the distance and they drove into the town, she looked around at the high rise buildings and the bright lights and smiled.

"Looks like London."

He pulled up outside a restaurant and climbed from the car, he handed his keys to the valet and opened her door, taking her hand he pulled her up and she gasped as the plug moved inside her again, her hand tightened its grip on his and she closed her eyes taking a deep breath. He leant down to whisper in her ear.

"You'll have to hide it better than that pet, people are going to know."

He lead her into the restaurant and spoke to the hostess, she lead them through to a table in the middle of the restaurant and pulled the chair out for her, she sat and another moan slipped from her lips. He dropped a kiss to her shoulder and stroked the back of her neck feeling her shudder.

He took his seat opposite her and watched as she shifted slightly her cheeks flushed pink and her eyes darting round the restaurant, he waved the waitress over and ordered a bottle of red and the specials before turning his eyes back to her. She looked at him her dark eyes burning and her tongue crept out to wet her red lips, the waitress brought the wine and he poured some into each of their glasses before leaning across the table.

"I have something for you." She raised an eyebrow and he beckoned her to lean forward to meet him, as she moved the plug hit deep inside her ass and she gasped her eyes sliding closed and she clenched her teeth fighting back moan. He waited until her eyes opened again before reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a white egg shaped toy and her eyes flashed, he smiled and licked his lips. "Do you know what this is pet?" She shook her head slightly as though embarrassed she didn't know about his world. "This goes inside your tight little pussy, it hits right against your g-spot and I control it with this remote." He pulled the remote out of his pocket and her eyes flashed from it, to the toy in his other hand to his face. "Now I want you to walk into the bathroom and put this inside you, I'm going to keep the remote."

She blushed and took the toy, standing slowly she walked through to the bathroom and slipped into a stool, she ran her fingers over the soft lips of her pussy and felt how wet she was, pushing the egg deep inside her she bit her lip and moved her hips slowly. The combined weight of the plug and the egg inside her brought all her attention to her pussy and she took a deep breath before walking back out to the table. He smiled as she sat across from him and drank from his glass.

"How does it feel pet?"

She tried to keep her voice steady. "It feels strange sir."

He pressed the button on the remote and the egg hummed to life inside her, she gasped as it began to vibrate and her hips jerked against the seat pressing against the plug in her ass. He pressed the button again and the vibrations grew stronger and she bit her lip her eyes darting wildly around the restaurant, she felt eyes on her even though no one was looking at her and her cheeks burned. She opened her mouth but before she could say anything the waitress returned with their food.

"And will there be anything else?"

"Not for me thank you."

The woman turned to Bella who shook her head.

"Now now Bells be polite and speak to the lady."

"I'm fine thank you." The girls voice was shaking and she could look into the woman's kind eyes, Alejo took a bite of his food and chewed.

"Umm, this is good." He took another bit and motioned with his fork. "Are you not going to eat?"

She reached out with shaking hands and picked up her fork, spearing a piece of chicken she brought it to her lips and chewed slowly. He waited until she was on her third bite before pressing the button again and increasing the intensity of the vibrations making her drop her fork and her hands gripped the edge of the table as a soft moan escaped her. He smiled and took another bite.

"You should keep quiet pet, people will know."

She pressed her lips together and picked her fork back up, she took another bite and he waited for her to swallow before turning it up again and she moaned her eyes slamming shut and her hips working against the chair. She regained control quickly and opened her eyes to look back at him, he left the egg humming in her pussy while he finished eating and then, leaning back in his chair, he motioned to her plate.

"You should eat, I don't think you'll have the chance later."

"Sir please," her cheeks were burning pink and her chest rose and fell quickly with her breathing. 

"Eat." She jumped at his hard command and began to eat while he drank and watched her, he waited until she had finished before pouring more wine into her glass, she drank watching him and he beckoned the waitress back over.

"You all done? Can I interest you in anything from our dessert menu?"

"No thank you." He looked to Bella with a smile and motioned for her to speak.

"No thank you," her voice was a soft moan and forced herself to look at the woman. 

Alejo paid and linked her arm in his again, he lead her back through the restaurant and she looked at the floor trying to keep her orgasm at bay as the vibrations pulsed through her pussy. He opened the door to his car and joined her, pulling away from the restaurant he drove out of the town and back into the trees, he glanced over at her and placed his hand high on her thigh.

"How does it feel pet?"

Her hands slid up her body to cup her breasts and he pulled the dress down, unsnapping her bra and pushing the dress off completely to pool on the floor of the car. He slid his hand back down her body and pulled her legs apart and brushing his finger over her clit, she was soaking wet and he smiled, he pushed the button on the remote and the eggs buzzing increased in her pussy and she arched her back her fingers playing with her small pink nipples.

"Can you feel it deep in your pussy?" She nodded and he turned it up the whole way and she let out a strangled cry.

"Oh god it feels so fucking good."

He pulled off the road until his car was concealed by the trees, he turned the interior light on and turned in his seat to watch her. "You do whatever you need to feel good pet." Her hips rolled pressing the plug deeper into her ass and her fingers played with her sensitive nipples, she leant forward placing her hands on the dashboard and her hips jerked wildly as she lost herself to the feeling of the pulsing egg against her g-spot. The plug was heavy inside her ass and she bounced in the seat fucking it deeper inside her until she threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm ripped through her body, her hips rolled round on the seat and she dropped her head forward panting heavily.

He ran his hand down her back feeling the shivers chasing themselves across her soft skin, his cock was rock hard and pressed against his trousers almost painfully but he kept himself in control by a thread. She was moaning quietly and her hips still moved as the egg hummed inside her and the plug sent pleasure shooting through her body.

"I can't any more," her voice was a soft whisper and her eyes closed as pleasure continued to pulse through her. "Please sir, turn it off."

He raised an eyebrow and turned the car back on, going back to the road he began to drive and she whimpered her head falling back against the seat and she writhed around trying to ease the pressure. The drive dragged until finally he pulled up outside the cabin, he stepped from the car and walked inside not waiting for her, she gritted her teeth and stood. The plug tugged at her insides and she had to stop herself from doubling over, slowly she walked towards the cabin and stepped into the dark living room, the minute she was inside he grabbed her wrist and turned her pressing her against the door. His large hand slid down her stomach and he found her small clit, he circled the nub of flesh with one finger and she tensed her ass pushing back against him. She still wore the heels and her ass pressed against his hard cock, he thrust against her pushing against the butt plug and her nails dug into the wood of the door, she choked out a sob and pushed against him.

He dragged her back through to the bedroom and restrained her back in the cuffs. He pulled the egg from inside her and brought it to her lips, she licked it clean of her juices her eyes gazing at him, he looked back towards the dildo that he had used earlier and her eyes widened as she shook her head.

"Sir please I can't do that again."

He frowned and knelt between her legs, wrapping his fingers around her throat he leant close and spoke his voice low. "You will do as I tell you, if I say you will cum then you will cum." He took the dildo and thrust it deep into her pussy before pressing the vibrator back against her clit, she cried and her hips thrust against the toys without her thinking. "You have one thing I want you to do."

"Yes sir."

"What is it?"

"To cum sir."

"Tell me again. What is your one thing to do?"

"To fucking cum." She spoke through gritted teeth and her hips thrust harder against the vibrator.

"Tell me again, what's your job?"

"To. Fucking. Cum." She was practically screaming and thrashing against the bed, he smiled and fucked her harder with the dildo her pussy juices coated his hand and the silken walls gripped it tightly. "Oh god." She tried to close her legs but the restraints stopped her, the sensation was too much and he watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth fell open as she trembled violently small nose escaping her throat. He pushed the vibrator harder against her clit and her body tensed as she came, he took the dildo from her tight, pussy before pushing the trousers of his suit down and thrusting into her wet heat, he slid his tie over his head before looping it around her neck. With his hand behind her back he pulled on the tie cutting off her air and pushing the vibrator back against her, he groaned as the silken walls of her pussy milked his thick cock and he gritted his teeth, he didn't want to cum too soon, he wanted to see her come undone around him one more time. Her face, already beautiful, became even more so in orgasm and he knew he would never get enough of seeing her, he knelt in front of her, sitting back on his heels and thrusting hard into her. The juices of her previous orgasms dripped from her pussy onto his cock and he pulled harder on his tie hearing her choke as she tried to draw in a breath, tiny moans escaped her lips and she tried to focus her eyes on him. He fucked her hard, the bed shook and he growled low in his chest as his orgasm grew, he pressed the vibrator harder against her and a tear rolled down her cheek as her body succumbed to her orgasm and she jerked erratically. He slammed deep into her and spilled his hot cum into her swollen pussy, he took the vibrator from her and gently stroked her hair, her head fell back against the headboard and her chest rose and fell heavily as he loosened his grip on the tie and she could breathe again.

"You're a good girl Bells." He dropped a kiss to her forehead and stood from the bed, pulling his trousers back up he watched her. Her eyes had closed but trembles still ran through her, he dropped his eyes to her pink pussy spread open to his gaze, the puffy lips were glistening with her juices and swollen from the toys and his cock. The black base of the butt plug was visible and he thought for a moment before leaving the room, he stripped out of his suit and dropped onto the sofa, laying back he rested his arm over his face and fell asleep in minutes.

She slept fitfully, every time her hips moved the plug moved inside her and she moaned as she shuddered, the sun came through the window and she thrust her hips back biting her lip as pleasure rolled through her stomach. She rolled her hips against the bed pushing the plug deeper into her ass, she heard a tut from the door and her eyes flew open to see him stood there, his muscled arms were folded across his bare chest and he wore a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips.

"Fucking yourself already?" She opened her mouth but all that came out was a husky moan. "You're a little slut aren't you?"

"I'm sorry sir," her voice was little more than a whisper but her hips still moved against the bed. "It just feels so good."

He walked towards the bed and untied her restraints, she rolled her shoulders loosening the stiff muscles. He pulled her to her feet and leaning down kissed her deeply, his tongue teased her lips open and slid into her warm mouth, her hands rested on the warm skin of his broad chest and he slid his hand down to press against the base of the plug making her moan again and press her small body against him. He pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed and she lay back her dark eyes never leaving his, he took a vibrator from the chair and slowly teased her entrance with it, within seconds she was dripping wet and he pushed the toy inside her. She moaned and her back arched, he took his phone from the back pocket of his jeans and placed it on the bed beside her along with a bottle of lube, his hand slipped down to her ass and he slowly worked the plug free her her near virgin hole. 

"Ah," she gasped as the plug slid free and she suddenly felt empty, her hips searched for him against the bed. He undressed quickly and stood between her legs, pouring some of the lube onto his hand he stroked his cock and felt it harden, he touched the head to her tight rosebud and she bit her lip. "Will it hurt sir?" She sounded scared and he placed a hand on her flat stomach stroking the soft skin with his thumb.

"Only for a second pet." He pushed and groaned as her tight ass accepted the first couple of inches of his thick length. "Oh fuck Bells you feel so good," he took hold of her hips and pushed deeper inside her, she rested her feet on the bed and her hands curled into the sheets as her breathing sped up. He pushed even deeper until finally he was buried inside her tight, hot ass and she let out a strangled cry, even after she had been stretched with the plug he felt huge in her tight ass and stretched her, the vibrator stuffed in her pussy made her even tighter and she felt like she would be torn in two.




Forbidden Desires



He held her hips tightly and pulled back until only the tip of his cock was inside her before pushing slowly back inside her, her eyes closed and she breathed heavily as he filled her tight hole. He sped up his hips moving inside her and she pulled her legs to her chest, he thrust faster pulling out before slamming in deep and she pressed her lips together stifling her moans. He pulled her legs over his shoulders allowing him to hit deeper inside her and reaching between them turned the base of the vibrator feeling it hum to life. The thin barrier between her pussy and ass was stretched further with both of her holes filled and he could feel the vibrations against his cock, her muffled cries grew louder and he leant down to kiss her lips.

"Don't hide your moans from me pet, I want to hear all of them. They're mine, I want all of you." she cried out against his mouth and he straightened up digging his fingers into the soft skin of her thighs and turned his head to nibble the skin of her calf. Sliding his hands down her legs he placed his thumb against her clit rubbing the sensitive flesh and she screamed her back arching and her hands curling into the sheets. Her body trembled and he spoke through gritted teeth. "Don't you fucking cum until I say you can."

He saw the muscles in her stomach tense as she fought against the pleasure rising in her, from beside her his phone rang and he looked down at the name. Amalia. With a mischievous grin he grabbed the phone not stopping his thrusts or stilling his thumb on her clit.

"Don't you make a sound." Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

"Sir please."

He winked and pressed the button to answer the phone. "Hi baby."

"Hi, just calling to see how everything's going." 

He pressed harder on her clit and listened as she tried to keep her moans quiet, he pushed deep into her tight ass and rolled his hips. "It's going real well, I should be home in a couple hours."

"Good, I've missed you." Her voice was low and seductive and he gritted his teeth as Bella's ass tightened around his cock as she fought her orgasm.

"Oh baby I miss you too," he frigged her clit faster with his thumb and she bit the back of her hand a soft whimper escaping.

"Well hurry up and finish, I've missed feeling you inside me."

"Hmm, feeling naughty are we baby?" His eyes didn't leave Bella's face and the girls dark eyes pleaded with him as she fought back her orgasm and he began thrusting hard into her ass again, his thumbed worked quickly on her small clit.

"Umm I'm always naughty for you baby, now hurry up and finish so you can come home and fuck your wife."

"I'll be home soon baby and I want you wet for me." Amalia giggled and hung up, he dropped the phone back on the bed and sped up his thrusts, the bed rocked slamming into the wall and she dropped her hand from her mouth crying out.

"Please sir can I cum?"

"Cum." His voice was a hard command and she screamed her pussy working around the vibrator and her tight ass convulsing around his cock, a loud shout ripped from his chest and he came inside her no longer virgin hole. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her as he spilled his hot cum and cried out again as her own orgasm was pushed higher. He held himself still for a moment catching his breath as feeling the vibrator still buzzing inside her pussy as she whimpered and writhed on the bed, he twisted the base and pulled the toy from her dripping pussy and held it to her lips watching as she obediently cleaned it of her juices. Stroking his hand over her stomach he stepped back and pulled her to her feet, leaning down he kissed her and tangled his large hand in her soft hair.

"I hear Brendan is having a party next weekend." 

"How do you know?"

"I live a couple of doors down from him, he came round to warn me that it may get loud. Are you going?"

"He invited me." She sounded nervous as she spoke.

"Are you going?" He repeated his question.

"I think so."

He nodded. "Good," he pointed to the dresser. "There are clothes in there you can wear, I have to get home."

"Yes sir." He kissed her again and left the room going into the bathroom, he showered quickly and when he returned to the bedroom she was gone. He packed up and drove home, the guilt was burning in his chest but he pushed it down trying to get the thought of Bella out of his head.

*

The week passed slowly and she waited for him to summon her again, Friday came and she had English with him last, during lunch she was sat outside with Brendan, their heads close and talking quietly when he came over to them.

"Sorry Brendan but I need to borrow Annabella for a moment," she looked into his green eyes her cheeks heating, she stood and followed him into the school, he reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a pair of small white panties. Her eyes widened and she glanced around making sure they were alone.

"I want you to go and put these on, now."

She frowned. "What are they?"

He raised an eyebrow and she felt a jolt of lust low in her belly. "You don't question it pet, go and put them on and keep them on during class. Understand?"

She nodded. "Yes sir."

She walked away and slipped into the bathroom, she wore a patterned sun-dress and slid her own blue thing down her legs before slipping the new white panties on, bunching her thong in her hand she stuffed them into her bag just as the bell rang. She hurried to the class and sat at the back of the room, Brendan slid into the desk next to her and smiled. Class started and she waited to see if Alejo would do anything, after half an hour she jumped as she felt a slight buzzing against her clit, she gasped and Brendan looked over at her.

"You OK baby?" She nodded and forced herself to look forward meeting Alejo's green eyes, he smiled and she watched his hand drift under the desk and the vibrations increased. She tried to concentrate as he spoke but his deep voice only made the heat in her stomach increase and she placed her hands in her lap shifting slightly trying to take the pressure off her clit but it only made it worse pressing against her and the vibrations pulsed through her body. Five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen and he turned up the vibrations every so often watching as her cheeks flushed pink and her breathing hitched in her throat, finally she put her hand up and he looked at her questioningly.

"May I please be excused sir?"

"Come on Bella there's only five minutes left." 

She couldn't stop a whimper escaping her lips and she looked down at the desk, Brendan looked over raising his eyebrow but she couldn't meet his gaze. She bit her lip and waited, counting down the seconds to the final bell. The vibrations increased again and she curled her hands into fists in her lap knowing that Alejo was looking at her, her orgasm was building and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it for long.

The bell rang and the rest of the class stood, Brendan looked down at her. "You coming?"

"I need to speak with Mr Garcia first but I'll see you tomorrow OK?" She struggled to keep her voice level and Brendan nodded and left, finally the room was empty and she heard him stand from the desk and lock the door.

"Come here." 

She stood and moaned as the vibrations ran through her body and walked towards the desk, the minute she was in reach he grabbed her wrist and bent her over the desk, he pulled the panties down, freed his cock, pushed her dress over her ass and slammed into her. No one could see his desk from the window and he fucked her hard, her pussy was dripping and her nails curled into the wood of the desk leaving scratch marks. She tensed and came hard around his cock and he sped up his thrusts pushing her orgasm higher before pulling out and slamming his thick cock into her tight ass, he placed his hand on her back pushing her chest against the desk and the cool wood against her hot skin shocked her.

"Tell me, tell me anyone else can make you feel like this?" He spoke through gritted teeth and thrust harder into her ass.

"They can't."

"No one but me can make you feel like this."

"Only you sir."

"Good girl," his hips slammed against her ass pushing his cock deep inside her and she let out a choked sob, he reached forward and wrapped his fingers around her throat pulling her back and squeezing tightly, his breath beat against her ear and she pushed back against him drawing him deeper into her.

"Oh god I'm going to cum," he growled into her ear and thrust deep spilling his hot cum into her tight ass, she cried out and her nails dug harder into the desk the scratches going deeper before she slumped forward breathing heavily. He tidied their clothes and turned her, pulling her into his arms he kissed her and stroked her cheek gently. "You be a good girl this weekend OK?"

"Yes sir." Her dark eyes smouldered up at him and she trembled.

"Go on home pet."

She walked from the room looking over her shoulder at him before opening the door and walking out, he rubbed his hand over his chin and tried to work out the feelings coursing through him. He had never thought about cheating on his wife until he had met this girl and when it had started he thought it would be the one time when she had broken down but now she was all he could think about.

"Fuck," he kicked the desk looking down at the scratch marks on the wood. He had really gotten himself into trouble this time.

*

"Read 'em and weep ladies," Brendan threw his cards onto the table and smiled at Bella. "Take it off baby."

She smiled and standing from the table shimmied out of her small play-suit, Brendan's eyes roamed over her curved body in her pale blue lace underwear and his lips curved in a smile, he stood too and held his hand out to her. She placed her small hand in his and he lead her from the crowded kitchen, he pulled her outside and slid his hands round her slim waist, neither of them felt the eyes on them.

Alejo sat at his bedroom window, from there he had a perfect view into Brendan's garden and he watched the two of them as Brendan leant down to kiss his Bella on her pouting lips, he walked her backwards until her back hit the fence and Alejo felt a stab of jealousy run through him.

Brendan pulled away and smiled down at Bella. "Come with me," he pulled her into the garage and locked the door leading outside and the one leading into the house, unlocking the door of the black truck parked there he slid into the back seat and pulled her onto his lap. She giggled as his hands roamed over her exposed skin, tickling slightly and wriggled in his lap, she could feel his hard cock against her and sighed pushing her hips down and grinding against him.

"Fuck Bella. I want you so bad." She rutted her hands into his hair and kissed him. "Are you sure about this."

She looked into his blue eyes and licked her lips. "Shut up and fuck me Brendan." He reached between them and undid his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers he pushed her knickers aside and teased her entrance with a finger. She was already wet and he growled pushing his hips up and burying himself inside her, she gasped and her eyes slid closed as his thick cock stretched her and she began to roll her hips against him listening as his breathing sped up, feeling his pant against her ear. 

She braced her hands on his bare chest and thrust against him, his fingers curled into the soft skin of her thighs and he pushed upwards, meeting her thrusts and kissing her neck, marking the skin. Her breasts bounced on her chest, her soft moans filled the car and he kissed her nipple through her bra feeling it harden under his lips.

"Oh Brendan," she pulled her bra straps down her arms and he took a nipple into his mouth sucking, licking, nibbling and tease until she was shaking against him. For the first time since she had met him she wasn't thinking about Alejo, she only thought about the boy in the car with her filling her with his thick cock and teasing her to breaking point with his talented tongue. He wrapped his arms around her waist and switched his head to the other nipple and she cried out bouncing on his cock rising up until only the swollen head was left in her tight heat but sinking back down and grinding her hips against him. Her juices ran down his cock and he dug his fingers into her skin leaving soft bruises, the car rocked and the only sounds were her soft moans and their matching ragged breathing. She felt him grew bigger inside her and knew he was close, pressing hard against him she rolled her hips quickly feeling her own orgasm build and when he bit down on her sensitive nipple she threw her head back and came hard around him. He followed spilling his hot cum into her, his head falling back against the seat, his eyes closed and her name on his lips. They stayed quiet for a moment waiting for their breathing to return to normal before he stroked her back gently.

"Mr Garcia seems to like you."

She jumped and felt guilt wash through her at the name. "He seems real nice."

"He is, so's his wife. I heard around school their finally having a baby."

Her stomach dropped. "She's pregnant?"

"Yeah," she dropped her head to his shoulder so he couldn't see her face. "She used to work at the school, they met there when they were kids but she left a couple years ago, she wants to be a writer." He kissed her shoulder. "We should go back baby, they'll wonder where we went."

She pushed her feelings down and together they went back to the party, for the rest of the night she tried to keep her mind off Alejo and stayed with Brendan through the night. She thought about it over the weekend and when Monday came she knew what she needed to do.

A knock came on the door of his classroom at eight thirty on Monday morning. "Come in." She slipped into the room and pressed her back against the door closing it. "Bells," he stood and frowned at the look on her pretty face. "What's the matter pet?"

"Is your wife pregnant?"

He stopped and his stomach lurched. "What?"

"Is your wife pregnant?"

He sighed as her dark eyes found his and knew he couldn't lie to her. "Yes."

Her face dropped and her breath hitched in her throat. "Shit."

"I saw you with Brendan the other night." He stepped forward pressing his body against her and tilting her head up to look at him. "What did you two do?"

"That's not what this is about." She was trembling against him.

"Did you fuck him?"

"It's not important."

"Did. You. Fuck. Him?" His voice was hard and she pushed against his chest.

"You can't say anything to me, you're married, your wife is pregnant."

He curled his fingers around her throat and slid his hand down the front of her jeans, pressing his fingers against her pussy he heard her gasp, it barely took a second before he could feel her juices through her panties and she was pressing forward against him. He freed his cock from his trousers and pushed her jeans and thing down her legs, lifting her into his arms he pressed her back against the door and pushed into her tight heat. She moaned and dropped her head to rest on his broad shoulder, her nails curled into him through his suit jacket and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her with one arm and his free hand covered one breast teasing her through her t-shirt and bra feeling her nipple harden, he thrust hard against her as though this was the last time he would ever feel her tight heat around his cock.

She pressed her hips forward, humping down on his cock biting at his neck to stifle her moans, he held her ass in his large hands moving her on his length feeling the silken walls of her pussy milk his cock. Her orgasm built in her stomach and he felt her pussy convulse around him, he twisted his hips hitting against the sweet spot inside her with each thrust and she moaned against his neck.

He knew she was waiting for his permission to cum, she was such a good girl and he wanted this to last a moment longer, he knew the minute he felt her tight pussy quiver around him in orgasm he would explode and then he would loose her forever. He curled his fingers around her throat and kissed her, his tongue thrust into her mouth as his cock thrust into her pussy and he spoke against her lips.

"You cum whenever you want pet, this one is all about you."

"Thank you sir," she wrapped herself around him tightly and came hard her juices soaking his cock and he slammed into her filling her with his cum for the last time. He dropped his head to her shoulder and waited for their breathing to calm before placing her back on her feet, she dressed quickly and looked into his eyes. "I don't think I should be in your class any more."

"You're probably right."

"I don't think we should be alone."

"I think that's best."

She looked up at him sadly and reached on her toes to kiss his lips softly. "Goodbye sir."

"Bye pet."

She walked from the classroom without looking back, he went about his day is a daze and when last period came he automatically looked for her in his class. He was despondent and when the bell finally rang Luanna came over to his desk.

He held up his hand before she could even start to speak. "Not today Luanna."

Her eyes fell and she walked towards the door, he ran his fingers over the scratch marks his Bella had left on his desk before turning back to her.

"Luanna, lock the door."

She frowned but turned the lock and looked towards him. "You think you can get a better grade?" She nodded and he beckoned her towards him. "Then you best get over here, bend over the desk and show me exactly how bad you want it."