TABOO SHORT STORIES 48(89)

“You’re mine, baby. Just mine. You’re my fucking slut.”

I should be mad, but instead, I felt more aggressive and delighted. Prof. Greene’s fingers continued to push up and down until I felt a gush of fluids sprinkle before him. “Oh fuck!”

I made his bed wet in squirt. My pussy was still vibrating from a huge orgasmic tension, but Prof. Greene was pumped. He wanted to make this experience the best. Although I was still recuperating from the first squirt, he thrust three fingers back to my pussy. This time, he added his mouth sucking on my tits and one free hand on my clit. He did that three hit combo once again, activating multiple points of orgasm for me to take in.

“Fuck, I’m cumming again!”

Prof. Greene moved down to my pussy to replace the thumb rubbing my clit with his mouth. He licked my erect and sensitive clitoris at a fast pace in sync to his fingers inside of me. I arched my back and screamed as another gush of squirt escaped my pussy. I watched him catch the stream of clear juices with his mouth.

“Shit, you’re so hot!”

He was merciless. He kept on sucking and licking my clit while he finger fucked me again. He did not want me to stop. Although I felt my body was still shaking in pleasure, he made sure I was always at the peak. I felt another avalanche escape my core for the third time with Prof. Greene sucking every drop of squirt in his mouth.

The lewd sound of him made me more receptive to the sensation. “I know I drained you out, but you need to keep going. Ride me, baby. Drive me crazy.”

Hearing his words was like an aphrodisiac to me. My knees were still wobbly but I sat up and mounted on top of him. I resembled a cowgirl ready to charge while I stripped him off of everything he wore. As soon as we were both naked, I pressed my warm body against him to kiss his lips.

“You’re so hot.”

I moved my lips down just like the way he did it to me, but I was more delicate and erotic. As I reached his rock hard cock, I licked its tip and lubricated his shaft with my warm saliva. He moaned in gratification as I sucked his head in. I pushed his cock as deep as I could in my mouth until I gagged. Massaging his balls made him groan in excitement the way I wanted him to.

“Now’s payback time, baby.”

I positioned the tip of his cock against my slit. I sat down to welcome his huge, thick cock inside of me while I bounced up and down. I moved my hips in round motions while he was buried deep, providing extra pleasure as I drove him crazy.

“Shit, you’re really a bad slut.” He pushed me on the bed to lie on my side while he fucked me from behind. This time, he regained control by fucking me harder. I was literally screaming my brains out in sheer pleasure, but he was unstoppable. He was determined to defeat me.

Although I was still depleted from the hard fuck, he pulled me up to kneel on all floors. He positioned behind me and began charging once more, fucking me in doggy style while he seized my ass. “Move, Natalya. Twerk that ass for me.”

I did as he said and moved in quick motions. I could hear him moaning, but that did not satisfy him. While I was moving front to back, he steadied my hips and began charging like a bull. My pussy was making lewd sounds as he drove his entire length in and out until I was leaking of my own juice.

“You tired already?” I was gasping when he asked the question. He looked unbeatable and tough amidst the strenuous fucking. He was determined and he was not done yet.

He asked me to lie straight. “Put your legs up on my shoulders.”

Prof. Greene slid back inside me to fill the emptiness I was missing. He pushed his cock in one deep move in this exhilarating position that almost made me cum in one push. He continued drilling my pussy, enabling him to drill deeper. My body was on fire once more as I felt the wave of orgasm approaching in my core.

“Fuck, this is… Shit!”

He let out a long, loud moan as he pushed his cock deeper inside of me. I was shaking again, but this time because of an orgasmic release that filled my insides. Prof. Greene pulled his cock slowly to let his white, potent cum to drip down my ass, staining his bed for his thick, white load.

Prof. Greene collapsed in bed, panting with closed eyes. I moved towards him to steal a kiss from those perfect lips, which he welcomed warmly in a deep smooch.

I wrapped my hands all over his muscular body while he gazed on me. “You want to explore America, right?”

I looked up with a bright smile on my face. “Absolutely. Why you got plans for me?”

“Actually, I was just thinking… I can be your tourist guide. I can make your trip here in America unforgettable.” I flustered upon hearing his proposal.

I smiled. “I’m a naughty girl, right? I might get you into trouble, Mr. Perfect.”

He shook his head and kissed my forehead. “For you, I can be extra careful.”





GANG RELATED


Lucy Evans has a job that she loves, but it doesn’t compare to her addiction to sex. Being a freelance fashion designer gives you plenty of time working at home to come up with scenarios to whet her sexual appetite. Her body can stop traffic and she’s not shy about wearing provocative clothing to make those guys undress her with their eyes. Her friends warn her to be careful and sometimes it’s better to air on the side of caution at the risk of getting burned. They don’t know what her ultimate fantasy is. It revolves around a calendar which she buys every year ogling the merchandise every month with a new piece of meat on display. Firefighters and their bravery not to mention the muscles give her a reason to act indecently in front of them. What happens when she sets her sights on not one firefighter but four of them?



Chapter one

I never thought that I would be a groupie like those unfortunate souls obsessed with celebrities. Their fame was fleeting and could be burning bright one day and fizzle out the next. Stardom was fickle, but for me, there was only one type of man to get my motor running. Every year was a new crop of young men in the prime of their life wearing practically nothing on those calendars.

My mind would wander after my work was done for the day to other more pleasing thoughts. I could daydream for hours imagining how those firefighter bodies could use me and abuse me until I was exhausted. I didn’t know how to meet one, but there was a surefire method which had the risk of getting me into trouble with the law.

I dated different guys every week until the inevitable day when I got bored of them. They just didn’t have that certain something to get my blood boiling.

It had been a crazy week and my pussy was aching for some cock. It was tempting to order a pizza, but I had slept with the pizza boy and to go down that road again would only be sending the wrong message. He was very young and impressionable easy to fall in love with an older woman.

The last thing I wanted was to get into a committed relationship. It was too much fun playing the field and enjoying the comparison between every guy regardless of their size. My experience was with one man at a time, but my desire to be with more men had always been tickling my subconscious. I had this insatiable need to be full and to give myself over to those overwhelming feelings of lust.

I went into the bedroom and breezed through some x-rated material on the Internet when I came across a very interesting story. It was about a woman who had taken it upon herself to get the attention of some firefighters in her local area by setting a fire in her kitchen.

I began to ponder the possibilities staring at the calendar on the wall with November’s bitch standing there with a big hose wrapped around his neck.

The story progressed until two firefighters were called onto the scene until they were seduced after the fire was put out. The woman was screaming and I was on the edge of my bed with my huge dildo banging myself silly. It wasn’t enough.

The calendar was mocking me sitting next to me on the bed. I was doing time in the purgatory of my fantasies when reality was outside those doors. I just had to find a way to lure them in, but the only way I was going to accomplish that was by calling in a false fire.

Before I lost my nerve, I dialed 911 with the dildo still sticking halfway inside of me and told them that I had a fire in my kitchen. It actually was a good performance with my breathless explanation sounding like I was panicking.

I went through my closet and found the most revealing black negligee almost transparent in the right light. It barely covered me and one wrong move would reveal that there were no panties underneath. I checked my reflection and smiled at the sexual creature looking back of me. It was surprising to see how far I was willing to go to get what I wanted.

I was 25 years old, 5’3, slim with blond hair down past my shoulders. I turned and looked at my sexy figure with my nice ass and apple sized tits announcing their intention with the hard nipples poking obscenely against the fabric of the negligee.

It was all about the little things including the halo of perfume laced with very powerful pheromones. It was my secret weapon flown in from France at an expense that was worth every single penny.

It was the beauty of having connections in the fashion industry. It came with the perks including a very deep crimson lipstick before ruffling my hair to make it look like I had just got out of bed.

I went into the kitchen and began to think about how I was going to make it look real without risking burning my house down. I wasn’t very handy around the kitchen relying on takeout menus, but I had heard horror stories about grease fires. I rummaged around for a pot and turned on the burner of the stainless steel stove that had never seen any use in the five years I had lived in the house.