Flesh: Alpha Males and Taboo Tales (21 page)

She stopped suddenly when she felt the press of something hard and cold on her pucker. She withdrew her mouth but Officer Barnes’ hand tightened around her head and forced her back onto the swollen bundle of nerves. “Don’t you stop,” she said breathlessly, and Leslie knew she didn’t have a choice. Her eyes were wide with alarm as she felt the baton gently pressing at her pucker. When it was removed, she sighed internally, hoping that the policeman behind her was just playing, just teasing.

But she felt the feeling of warm wetness on her asshole, and knew that Officer Marshall had spat on it. He continued to do so, using his finger to rub it into her tight ring. It seemed amazingly wet and lubricated, and Leslie briefly detached herself from the policewoman in front of her to throw a glance over her shoulder. Officer Marshall had a bottle of lube! Jesus, she thought, before being pushed back onto the hungry clitoris in front of her. He’s
prepared
for this kind of thing!

Leslie felt him push a finger inside her pucker, groaning as he did so. He was fucking her slowly and rhythmically, and her sensation had leveled out into a constant state of mild pleasure, something teasing in its own right. She was reminded of times when her men would tease her with their tips, never venturing deeper inside her cunt that cried for attention.

Slowly, the policeman inserted the baton into Leslie’s ass, and she grunted in pain as she felt her tight ring stretch wider than it ever had. She was impaled in both holes by unimaginable thickness. The policeman’s cock, and
Jake
, his baton. Officer Marshall began to fuck faster, moving the baton in and out to the same rhythm of his fucking. Double penetration! Leslie had never experienced this before. She could feel the thin wall between her vaginal canal and anal canal being pressed upon on either side, and was certain that Officer Marshall could feel the baton with his turgid phallus.

“Ugh,” he grunted, fucking her faster. The pain began to merge in with the pleasure, and before long the two became indistinguishable from one another. Leslie began to realize that the sensations, when reduced down to their electrical signals, merely existed on opposite ends of the same spectrum, and she let her eyes close once more to relish the feel. She worked the clitoris in her mouth hard and fast, licking it how she liked to be licked: quick flicks on the clitoral hood just above the clit itself. The policewoman had a mole there. It was like a target; a bull’s eye.

“Faster,” Officer Barnes said, moaning quietly as Leslie ate her clit feverishly. She sucked it and flicked it and lathered it in saliva. She lapped at it and nibbled on it and suckled it in between her lips. The policewoman’s legs were starting to stiffen and shake, and she was pressing her quivering cunt into Leslie’s face harder. She fucked herself with abandon, the baton slick and shiny and disappearing nearly its entire length into her cunt with each powerful thrust of her hand.

Leslie moaned, feeling her own orgasm approaching, the duality of sensation in her ass and cunt igniting a powerful flame of pleasure. She sent one hand to her clit, locking her other arm’s elbow in place. It shook beneath her weight, a solitary pillar of support, but she didn’t care. Her bud was screaming to be touched, and she had to satisfy it.

She rubbed herself; punished her pearl with all the strength she could muster. Her forearm ached and her hand was threatening to cramp. She ate the clitoris before her for all she was worth, absorbed by it, entranced by the woman’s arousing moaning, the scent of the woman’s desire thick and heady.

“Fuck,” Officer Barnes
said, her whole body tensing up before shrieking out into the night time air. “Fuck!” she yelled, throwing her head back, and fucking herself wildly with the baton before pulling it out urgently. Leslie, eyes closed, felt a stream of warmth on her face and she tried to recoil, but couldn’t as the policewoman’s hand clamped her face to the gushing, ejaculating cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the policewoman moaned, her body convulsing a few more times before she pulled off Leslie and fell to the floor in a heaving heap, legs spread before her, her cunt visibly clenching over and over again. “Jesus,” she said to Leslie, her eyes heavy-lidded and her breathing rapid. “Oh, wow, I liked that, Miss
Waterstone.”

Leslie, her face wet from the woman’s ejaculate, sent a tongue gingerly out of her mouth to taste it. It wasn’t particularly strong tasting, but it had a flavor all the same, something slightly tangy, but a hint of saltiness lurking underneath. “Sorry,” Officer Barnes said. “I forgot to mention—”

“Fuck,” Officer Marshall said as he drilled himself one last time into Leslie’s cunt, pushing the baton hard into her ass. He pulled himself out quickly, and Leslie looked over her shoulder to see his face bunched up, his hand working his cock at light speed. She saw a stream of milky white sail clear over her head. It seemed as if time had slowed down. It moved over her in slow motion, flicking over itself end over end, dumbelled by two thick, white globules of creamy cum. A slap of warmth saw time return to normal as she felt him shoot onto her upper back, and another again onto her asshole, still gaping from the baton’s onslaught.

“Fucking hell,” he said, staggering backward as his dick continued to leak his seed onto the tarmac. “Oh, yeah, that was amazing.” Leslie looked at him as she scooped his cum off her asshole, making sure none of it ventured down into her cunt, still hungry, still unsatisfied. The squirting of the female police officer had interrupted her, and her approach to climax had been halted. Now, they were both satisfied, both getting dressed, and Leslie was left wanting, a tense pressure inside her that needed to be released.

“I think,” Officer Barnes said as she buttoned up her shirt and tucked it back into her trousers. “I think we’ll be able to let you off this time, Miss Waterstone. Officer Marshall,” she said, nodding her head to the policeman She walked away to her car and drove off into the darkness.

“Miss
Waterstone,” Officer Marshall said, looking down at the woman, still on her knees, her dress bunched up at her waist and her folds glistening. He got into his car and drove away. Slowly, Leslie gathered herself, pulled up her underwear, slipped her arms back into the straps of her dress, and went to her car. She sat for a while, going over the events of the evening, over what had just happened.

“She was right,” she said to herself, thinking that she had never experienced anything like that. Her asshole was painful from the violation. Her cunt was aching for more. Her own needs were unsatisfied. She knew that when she got home she would get out her vibrator. She might even get out her dildo and put that in her pucker.

But she knew it wouldn’t be the same.

There would be no clit to suck on.

There would be no outrageously large cock to fuck her.

There would be no Jake for a more… serious violation.

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Punishing My Slutty Little Step-Sister (Taboo Relations)

By: Mark Desires

Taking What She Wants

Claude’s POV

There were seldom few things that a man wished to see after coming back from a disaster of a date, where the girl ate dinner at one of the more expensive restaurants and led you on the entire time, only to back out once you got her home. Either you kept up the perfect gentlemen act and she promised to put out the next time, which she did every other time before then, or you finally called her out on the BS and she told you never to call her again. Either way she came out ahead.

One of those things you didn’t want to see in the aftermath of the fore mention experience was your adoptive little sister going through your desk for cash because she thought you were out until later. But that’s exactly what I saw as I came home to find my room light on and the door open, her back to the entrance as she fished through my dresser while wearing a long T-shirt that fell to her thighs. The last time she spent all of it before I could get it back and there was no way to make her pay up, so I changed where I hid my emergency stash.

“Where’d he put it?” she whined, frustration in her voice. She was completely unaware that I had snuck up on her until I laid a hand on her shoulder. She gave a loud shriek before she turned and glowered at me, as if she was the one who was crossed. “Damn it, don’t do that!”

I crossed my arms as I stared down into her grey-eyes, my head a few inches above hers. “It’s your fault for being in my room when I was out. You never see me fishing through your underwear drawer.”

She composed herself and matched me by crossing her arms, eyeing me up and down. “Well, you never see me coming home early from a date. Should I take it that she wouldn’t put out again?”

A low growl left my pursed lips at the jab. It may have been truthful, but she was the last person I wanted to hear this from. I pointed to the door over my shoulder. “Get out.
Now
.”

Seeing that she riled me up, she put on a fake pout and humored me. “
Aww
, don’t be mad. If it really bothers you I could always
take care
of you…for a price.  I just need a little more cash than what Mom and Dad are giving me for an allowance.”

A part of me wanted to brush that off as a joke. But I knew she was serious. My adoptive little sister, two years younger than me at eighteen, was a slut for all intensive purposes and made no secret about it, given the dozens of times she had involved me in it somehow.

Since her parents were great when they adopted me from the orphanage, I tried to pull my weight and kept them in the dark about this side of her. I figured there was no sense of breaking the illusion they had of her being a perfect little angel. That would be just cruel and there was no guarantee they would believe me. Not that I was going to cut her any slack about it. “Now why would I want what just about every guy you know has had? Last time I checked that number was in the double-digits.”

Despite the not-so-subtle insult, she just smiled and placed her hand on the crotch area of my pants. “Because, at least you’re guaranteed to get off for the same amount that you spent, unlike the every last date you’ve been on. Last time I checked, that was in the double-digits too.”

To my shame I flinched as a spark jumped into my groin at her touch. The shaft that had been untouched for so long began to stiffen. While nowhere near erect, it was hard enough that she could tighten her fingers around it and teasingly move up and down it.

She stifled a laugh, if only so that she could speak clearly enough to chastise me. “I can’t believe you fell for that routine with Mindy again. Most men would have given up by now, after realizing she’s been date-dashing you all the time.”

I swallowed, trying to ignore both the way her fingers seemed to glide along the outline of the bulge in my pants and her provocation. “Just get out of my room!”

“Well, I
could
leave since I’ve gotten what I came for,” she countered, raising her hand that wasn’t on my crotch and revealing she had my wallet. I instantly dropped a hand to my pocket to feel that it had been pick-pocketed when she had distracted me. “But it’d be a shame to leave you in your time of obvious need and I think I just found something else I wanted tonight.”

A low growl left my throat through closed lips. As much as my body wanted her touch, even through the two-layers of fabric, I couldn’t let her win. I couldn’t give in, even if she was a guaranteed fuck. I tried to reach for the wallet, but the abrupt hardness caused the head of my cock to brush the fabric of my underwear and the strong sensation that followed made me freeze in place and tremble, which she used to push me back onto my mattress.

“Honestly, it’s because you’re like this she get away with treating you like that,” Lucille said in a tone that humored me as she pinned me down, sitting on my chest with her knees on my arms. She opened the wallet and pulled out the condom I had kept on me for tonight with Mindy. “I think I’ll take pity on you and help you be a man for once. Besides, Mom and Dad are gone and I’ve always wondered how it would feel to go this far with their golden boy.”

Lucille’s POV

I liked sex. I never once denied it or tried to hide it, Mom and Dad just never asked. But my heart was racing even more than normal when I was getting ready to handle a cock.

Sure I needed the cash so I could get these sweet little boots I saw at the mall, but there was just something else driving me. The thought of making Claude shoot his cum, spraying like a white fountain and covering my face in it…I couldn’t shake that desire.

I liked Claude to be honest. He was a great brother-figure to have as long as you didn’t need his consent. Always good for cash if you knew where to look, useful as a deterrent from guys who got too clingy after sex by telling them he would kick their asses, despite being a pushover that I could get away with doing anything to. And for when I needed the car for one reason or another at night, he was a heavy sleeper.

So I was a little mad at that bitch, Mindy. Even I wasn’t so cruel that I would leave guys horny as hell after taking all their money on those expensive dates. She could at least have given him a courtesy blowjob. It was really pathetic that he let Mindy get away with just leaving him hot and bothered but, like I said, he was a pushover.

When he began to struggle a bit, I reached around my back and used my thumb and forefinger to unzip the fly to his pants. The loud zipping noise was like music to my ears and, when warmth filled my hand as the tented hard-on popped right out of the opening, he stopped struggling. Instead he quivered, his fat cock eager to be used. “She really doesn’t know what she’s missing out on here.”

Claude let out a hot sigh that seemed to catch him off guard the moment my hand began to stroke him off through his underwear. The muscles in his arms were tense, my knees keeping them pinned down as his lower body moved in their place. It must’ve been frustrating for him.

“You’re so horny that you’d pop from me playing with you just this much,” I pointed out, peering over my shoulder to see that his underwear had a stain from pre-cum. The way he jumped when I prodded the opening where the stain was wettest left no room for argument that he was going to pop soon. I used my fingers to slip the head out of the opening of the fly and saw it gleaming in the light, looking rather tasty. “So, do you want me jerk you off or do you want me to blow you?”

He mumbled something that was too low to hear, a look of embarrassment marring his face.

“Speak up,” I told him, my fingers
spiraling the thick shaft that throbbed, spreading the pre-cum around. “We’ve come this far and you haven’t stopped me, so I know you want it…”

He opened his mouth to say something. Maybe he was going to argue that he didn’t want it, which would be a lie, but after a moment he just sighed in defeat and his body stopped all pretenses of resisting.
“To hell with it. Do whatever you want.”

A laugh escaped as he just up and admitted it. No fight or anything. Mindy must’ve really left him horny enough that he would just give in. “Okay…”

I turned around on top of him and rose into a squat so that my clothed pussy was only inches from his face. His breath tickled the sensitive flesh behind the thin fabric, sending waves of pleasure that made it moisten. I used a hand to part the fabric to the side so he could see the gleaming slit clearly before I reverse mounted his face, planting it right against him mouth. “Put that mouth of yours to work.”

It took him a few seconds, but he gave in and opened his mouth. His tongue brushed against the soft and moist slit, running clumsily against the flaps with a wet sound. The taste must’ve been to his liking because he brought his newly freed hands up and placed them on my ass cheeks as he ate me out.

Air flew from my lungs and out my nose as I tensed up at the sensation of the cool brush of his tongue running over my clit. It was like a surge of electricity rippled through me and I shuddered before I regained enough control to speak. “T-There! Keep licking me there.”

He did,
laving me with pleasure that made my toes curl. The strokes remained clumsy, but it did the trick. With that part of me being attended to earnestly, I fixed my gaze on his cock and wrapped my fingers around it.

Then I descended upon it with my mouth, taking it all the way to the back of my throat in a single lunge. His cock tasted salty and bitter, so strong that it made my mouth go numb in a good way. And there was the way that his hips jumped up and tried to go deeper, nearly making me gag. I loved it. “
Mmmmm
…”

Lewd sounds filled the room as we thoroughly tasted one another, basking in the forbidden flavor. My mind felt blank, lost in a haze. It was only when I felt him jump in my mouth that I pulled back in time to see the opening at the tip of his cock widen as he got ready to pop. I opened my mouth wide, ready to take it in.

But his cock was so damn unruly, excited that it was finally able to release everything that had been built up for so long, that it jumped out of control as he came with a muffled moan from between my legs. My face was covered in white splashes that reeked of his manly essence and I became intoxicated in the scent as my fingers roamed all over to collect it. “Damn, it’s so hot…”

Claude stopped licking me, the exhalation from his mouth washing against the flesh there. The release had exhausted him, leaving him in a post-climax state of laziness as his cock shrank back down. He had gotten off, but I hadn’t. There was no way I was going to let him stop now.

“Don’t you dare stop now!” I warned him, a quick bounce getting the message across as my wet slit slapped his lips loudly. “Keep going!”

I was so wet it wasn’t funny. Stopping now wouldn’t sate the craving that my pussy had, a dull ache deep inside that couldn’t be reached with his clumsy tongue or fingers and craved his cock. I licked every thick strand of cum I could gather off my finger, entranced by raw flavor and texture as it clung to the inside of my mouth and throat as I swallowed.

He started licking again, sending a jolt up my spine. There was a twitch as his flaccid cock began to expand, but it was slow going. Claude had to get hard again and fast, or I was going to go insane.

So I helped him along, running my tongue all over the flaccid shaft as my fingers massaged his balls, all while grinding my
cunt against his tongue so he’d hurry and get it up quickly. He stood as hard as stone after a full minute of attention, which was a minute too long for my tastes. I wanted this inside of me
now.
But, as much as I wanted to feel him inside of me raw, it wasn’t a safe day.

So it looked like that condom of his was finally going to get put to use.

Claude’s POV

The lewd taste of my sister’s pussy lined my mouth as she dismounted my face. It was sweet, yet tainted by the knowledge that it was taboo. I shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as I did, my taste buds longing for that flavor so much that my heart almost jumped for joy when she told me to start licking again after I came. It left me shuddering at the knowledge that she was corrupting me and I
wanted
it.

Lucille herself looked like she was in a feverish daze as she took off the oversized T-shirt and revealed her plump mounds, nipples hard and peaked. There was no stopping her, even if I had to will to, at this point. All I could do was watch as she tore open the condom I kept in my wallet with her teeth and rolled it down my cock, leaving it covered.

“
Now, let’s get to the really fun part,
” she whispered while in the process of straddling me. She positioned herself so that the head of my cock was pressed against the entrance to her pussy, slightly rocking her hips so that it brushed against her clit. She gave quick jerk at the sensation and then took a deep breath…

Then Lucille dropped her waist, taking me inside of her soft haven with ease since the sensual flesh lining the inside was already wet. The juices covering the latex as the head sank in deep made it smooth and she moaned. “
Ohhhhh, there we goooo…
”

My body trembled in ecstasy. It was so warm, tight yet welcoming, that I could melt inside of her. There was intense pressure as the hard shaft parted her narrow walls, reaching the flesh beneath the thin condom and sending delight up my spine. Without any control on my end, my hips jumped up so that the tip could hit the entrance of her womb and the impact took my breath away.