Taboo Porn Stories Page 14
"I hate those stupid sluts!" Melissa heard one of the boys say. A slam of a locker and then footsteps toward the exit from the gym, then she followed.
"I don't care anymore...she has become such a little cunt you know J," the other boy says. I glance around the row of lockers. I see Jake Burns and Johnny Morgan, both were in my poli sci class, head out to the basketball courts. Before they open the door, Jake stops Johnny. "You know that she needs to continue being taught her lesson, she is such a slut."
"I don't want to talk about it anymore, J!" Johnny says with a stern face. Upset... Continue»
Back when I was younger, I had a fantasy about how it
would feel to be taken forcibly by a group of men. I'm a
petite blonde, 5'2" and 110 pounds. At the time of this
story, I was 20 years old, and had experienced some good
sex and a little great sex. I had a submissive streak in
me, though, and my **** fantasy bubbled to the surface
every once in a while. The story I'm about to tell is
about how I came to be rid of that fantasy forever, and
I'll tell it from my point of view, twenty years ago.
I was visiting my s****r out in California, taking a
break from both Junior Col... Continue»
Standing in the main cabin, John and I watch as Tiffany drives away. She had to get back to the k**s, and left me with John to discuss our conversation earlier that morning.
I go upstairs to finish packing. Humming to myself happily I check under the bed and closets to make sure I have everything. Suddenly I hear a gruff voice behind me that does not belong to John, “hello.” I turn, startled, to find a tall man with dark brown hair and a goatee. He has the same beautiful eyes as John and the same features, although a bit taller and a stockier build. “Where is John?” the man asks me, l... Continue»
I suffered through the rest of the week. We had piano practice every night but each time Mom wore a crisp white blouse, with a bra, and a tight black skirt. Her outfit prevented any underneath play and when I tried to hold her tits, she elbowed my hands out of the way. Mom insisted I play, but only the piano.
After each session, Mom walked slowly into the living room to receive Dad's accolades. The light shimmered off the sheer hose, her high heels tensioning her calf muscles as she moved, turning nice legs into stunning ones. Mom leaned forward in an exaggerated fashion that e... Continue»
Recital and Sanctuary
Extracurricular activities were now freely accepted. I had shown Mom the pictures, letting her in on a secret, and I had proved worthy of her trust. I was justly rewarded. I came home most days to a quick blowjob before Dad got home. On the weekends, Mom let me get her outside and allowed me to lead her around the side for a blowjob in front of the trellis, sometimes twice a day.
Perhaps Mom was so generous because real piano practice was now being taken more seriously as the date for the recital was near. We truly practiced music in our sessions. But on one occas... Continue»
The 39 year old, British technician, Mr Robert Taylor, sat alone sipping tea in the lounge of the Sheraton hotel Karachi.
He had finished early for the day and sat watching people, especially the women, go by in the hotel lobby.
Rob had been surprised at first by how more liberal Pakistan seemed. The women did not walk around in black sheets or veils as he expected. The majority seemed content to be in a loose trouser and shirt suit known as Shalwar Kamiz. It had not taken Rob long to see that this outfit did not make the girls unattractive. Far from it; it was graceful, functional and s... Continue»
The next morning as Rob Taylor sat in the coffee shop, Azmat came up to him and said "Hello Mr. Taylor."
The 39 year old British technician looked up, his hazel brown eyes showing his pleasant surprise to see her; she usually was part of the afternoon shift in the coffee shop.
"Hello there" He said with a big smile and a sparkle in his eye
"You're here early today"
Azmat made a fuss of straightening the tableware and replied "Shift change. I am on early duty for the next month."
Azmat stood beside him and quickly looked around the empty coffee shop as Rob's hand moved up the bac... Continue»
Author's note: This story consists of multiple chapters. Some chapters will contain subjects that some may find objectionable, such as i****t. While this chapter doesn't contain this, you are here forewarned not to get into this series if this subject bothers/offends you. All characters are over eighteen, as I can't abide k**dy-porn. If all this is suitable to your tastes, please enjoy my series, Bait and Switch.
Also, this story in no way ties into my other stories. Sorry if there has been any confusion.
"You are the one. Come with me."
A flash of ligh... Continue»
Sasha here again with day two of our f****y vacation.
Well, to my surprise and joy I woke up with very little pain from the sun burn.
I think dad's trick with the cold towels did draw out the heat and helped reduce the pain.
Pasha and Tammy, were not in the same condition. They said the burning was still bad. They did continue to tease me about sl**ping with dad. It was just sl**ping the entire night, dad never did anything but talk with me. I was able to put on a long tee shirt in the morning, however Pasha, Tammy, Ted, and Allen decided to go naked. They said it was still pretty so... Continue»
I confronCaleb Jackie after she got off the phone with her mother. "Why did you fill her in on all the stuff going on around here? Your mother is really prim and proper and I don't want any trouble from her or your Dad"
Jackie's Dad has his own energy firm which is quite successful. However to keep it running smoothly he is constantly on the road, mostly overseas. We seldom see him even for holidays and I can count on one hand the number of birthdays he's attended for the boys. Our interaction with the in laws is primarily thru the mother in law, Mandy, or as she likes it, Mandy. She has al... Continue»
(Do check out the first part for a backgrounder on this story. Enjoy!)
I went to the ladies room to check if I looked good. "Adjusted" the blouse and made sure that the cleavage is still there. And by "adjusted" I meant I pulled my blouse down so that some "cheeks" are showing.
I made my way into the conference room and I could feel my chest pounding. I was excited and, at the same time, nervous. This colleague of mine is making me feel this way.
"He's married," a voice inside me reminded me of this harsh reality.
"So what? It's just a brainstorming session," the other voice repl... Continue»
(Check out parts 1 and 2 for the first two installments of this story.)
That day, we had a good lunch. We spent our lunch hour smiling at each other, spiced up with some "innocent" flirting. I would touch his shoulder or his hand whenever the story would get so hilarious. We were actually having a great time. I almost forgot that Peter's married. He's an amazingly funny guy. *sigh*
That day, he would pop by workstation to coyly ask about some "work stuff". I just had a feeling he couldn't stop not talking to me. I could see it in his eyes. On his "third" trip to my workstation, he asked ... Continue»
“Meet you in the bedroom” I say to you and open the bathroom door and walk out.
You continue looking at your reflection in the mirror. White fluffy towel wrapped around your damp body. Your damp hair flowing past your shoulders. You’re getting older but you’re still so beautiful.
You hear me mumbling something in the bedroom, as the cork from a Champagne bottle pops. You enter the bedroom and see me sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. Towel wrapped around my waist. Two glasses filled with champagne sitting on the table beside me. “Where did that come from?” you ask me as you sit d... Continue»
Monday. It's D-Day. It's the first day of the working week and is usually the busiest day. I never liked Mondays. And this Monday, in particular, was on top of the list of all the Mondays that I hate. If there is such a thing.
That's because I was dreading to see Peter, the new guy at work. The same guy I had awesome sex with a couple of days back. Twas a steamy Saturday. And it felt really, really good. I would've considered it a perfect day if only we were a couple; if it weren't for the wedding ring on his finger.
Earth to Jess. As I hurried off to work, my phone rang. It was my boss... Continue»
Weekend. Lunch with Shereen (my close friend from work) and her BF Tom. And Tom's friend from out of town, Jason. Tom's apartment. By the pool. He and Shereen prepared this awesome pasta and wine, and decided to have lunch by the pool. I was in my denim shorts and spaghetti-strapped top. Flip-flops. Relaxed and casual.
It felt awkward at first because it was obviously a fixed date so I tried my best to make it more like a non-date. We talked about places we've been to, countries we would like to visit in 2012, the best restaurants in town, work, funny things at work, men I dated, women he d... Continue»
Candy knocked hard on the back door trying to get the bouncers attention. When he finally came to the door, his eyes were narrow and serious but Candy knew he was trying to repress a smile.
“ W’the fuck you doin here candy! I told you to stop coming around here. You are gonna get this place shut down.” The bouncer said as he blocked the entrance with his massive body.
“Please, Bo-Bo, just let me in this week. I hear it’s gonna be banging in there tonight. DJ Geo is spinning tonight ain’t he? C’mon Bo. You know I’ll do anything to get in there” Candy smiled know the bouncer knew... Continue»
So me and Peggy had started to mess around with tying each other up, since this was here payment for staying with us. Again, Peggy is my wifes younger s****r that had to stay with us for a few weeks...months. So this last time, I had tied Peggy up, hands and knees foward, and ankles to the back. She was stuck on all fours with her ass in the air. I was slowly torturing her, by fingering her and leaving, I would open the curtains when I knew the mailman was coming so he could see, etc. Then on the last time I opened the curtains and went outside to peek in, not realizing I had locked myself out... Continue»
Not What I Expected
My name is Tammy, I’m 19, and have been interested in girls for most of my life. When in high school I never understood the more common female reaction to the male figure which is the “I’m lost in his rippling muscles” look. Which, unfortunately, made it awkward when my friends who would either try to set me up with a boy or talk about the sex they had had the previous night. Hearing stories of big dicks and incredible stamina got old. This was a common theme right until we graduated; luckily college is another s... Continue»
So I've just proven that Peter easily gets jealous. He doesn't want me hanging out with other guys. Simply being around them makes him want to explode but I do understand perfectly. He feels that I'm his possession. At least, in bed.
Peter, if you haven't read my previous stories yet, is my colleague. We enjoy sex a lot so, most of the time, he drops by my apartment for a quickie or a nightcap and then leaves for home. At work, of course, we pretend that we're just friends because one, he's a colleague and, two, he's married.
I thought I was okay with the set-up: him feeling jealous ove... Continue»
Another poem originally posted under the screen name BrianDamage...and not a true story, btw...
I Married A Hooker
I met a girl who walked the street,
I have to say she really looked sweet,
Tight skirt of leather and lace,
Long hair framed a pretty face,
Didn't take much more than a glance,
To realize I wanted to get into her pants,
Next time I saw her walking by,
I chugged my beer and went over to say 'Hi,'
She asked me if I wanted to go out,
What she did for a living, there was no doubt,
Just to make sure there is no misconception,
I normally don't pay, this wa... Continue»