TABOO TALES(erotica)

Justine’s modest apartment was small and simple, warm and stuffy. He unzipped her skirt, pulled it off and pushed down on her shoulders till she sat on the living room sofa. He called the club where they’d met and spoke to the bartender, who agreed to ask the club’s parking valet to drive Matt’s car from the club and to Justine’s apartment as soon as the car jockey could get away.

When Matt returned to the living room, Justine, sweating, looked at me beseechingly and with new respect. “You look too hot,” he said, kneeling at her feet and roughly pulling the tight panties over her stockings and off her legs. Freed of the tight material, her labia looked even larger, longer and thicker. He thrust three fingers into her slit, confirming that she was sopping.

“Yes, I’m hot,” she admitted, biting her lip. He stood in front of her and pushed her feet far apart so he could lean over and unbutton her jacket. He drew the jacket down over her shoulders, imprisoning her arms again. Perspiration had made the lightweight blouse all the more see-through. Judging from the enormous nipples, the largest and darkest he’d ever seen, she was excited again. He unbuttoned the blouse, pulled it down to the same place as her jacket, and yanked down the bra, exposing her luscious tits and massive nipples.

“Why don’t you release my arms?” she whispered.

“When I told you not to drive at the restaurant you disobeyed me and acted like an irresponsible teenager. Not to mention it’s a serious crime to drive drunk. I intend to make sure you never do it, especially since you’re a teacher.”

He opened the balcony door and several windows, then walked back to the sofa and stood directly in front of her, his groin at eye level. She didn’t need a road map. Awkwardly, she raised her forearms, unzipped him, pulled out his cock and performed the most amazing blowjob he’d ever had, staring as the crown was engulfed inside her wide mouth, the thick lips bulging around the head, her tongue swirling.

She obviously loved to suck cock. She must have had an advanced degree, since within a couple of minutes he was about to shoot. He leaned over and said into her ear, “Don’t swallow.” She nodded, not breaking her rhythm. When he erupted, she cried out from the force and quantity as his dick pulsed for about 60 seconds into her receptive cavity.

But she was alarmed at the huge load, flailing her arms, her brows knitted in concentration, cheeks bulging. “Open up.” She looked at him, fear in her eyes, and for good reason. Despite her best efforts, when she slowly, carefully opened her mouth, two streams of hot cum immediately poured out of the corners and splashed onto her tits.

She kept maneuvering her head to get the exact, precarious angle between losing the load and swallowing it. “You’ll be punished for losing my cum,” he warned her. He waited several more seconds, relishing her humiliation before telling her she could swallow. Gratefully she gulped several times, the huge discharge flowing heavily down her esophagus. She gasped when finished, cum covering her lips and chin, dripping off the obscenely protuberant nipples.

The doorbell rang. Justine started, having assumed that he would meet the valet in the street. Perfect timing. “Please!” she begged, but it was too late. He shoved the coffee table away from the sofa, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the couch till she was kneeling on the black carpet, spotting it with clumps of off-white cum.

“Don’t move,” he ordered. She groaned but made no move to hide in her bedroom. She didn’t even close her legs. He opened the door and the valet walked in. He was a gangly redheaded teen no older than her daughter. The apartment was so small that the boy saw Justine immediately, brazenly staring at her from the tiny entranceway, ogling her tits and the wet labia bunched against the front of her panties. By now enough cum had dripped off her nipples to flood her slit, a shiny white sheen failing to hide the aroused red lips.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

“Justine, this is. . . .”

“Kenny,” he stammered, approaching her more closely, staring at the spectacular, kneeling, cum-besotted MILF in amazement. In return, Justine stared imploringly at Matt, ignoring Kenny. When that did no good, she stared at the floor, flooded with humiliation and fully aware of how turned on she was by the lewd scene. She was breathing deeply, scandalized and also excited to be seen this way in her apartment, by a gawky 18-year-old. Matthew had been correct: among other things, she was an exhibitionist who responded to humiliation. Her nipples had clearly grown and Matthew noticed that her legs were still spread wide. “Justine, look at Kenny and say hello.”

Defiantly, she raised her head and looked at the boy. “Hello, Kenny.”

“Kenny, have a seat,” Matt ordered. Awkwardly, Kenny walked to the low chair next to the sofa and sat, his knee brushing hers. “Something to drink?” Matt offered.

Thankful for any distraction, Kenny said, “A beer please?”

“Right away.” Matt found a beer in the refrigerator and made two very strong vodkas on the rocks for Janette and himself. Back in the living room, they all drank, Janette so greedily that she finished the entire cocktail.

“Ken, how much in tips are you losing by coming all the way out here?”

Ken figured for a moment. “Well sir, it is Friday night, prime time. So I guess I’d be making between $100 and $200 an hour.”

“Janette, we don’t want to deprive Kenny of his livelihood because of your drunken behavior, do we?” She shook her head, knowing exactly where this was going, even though Kenny was still clueless. But not for long.

“Ken, how much does a blowjob cost these days?” Kenny squirmed in his seat, his hard-on growing.

“I don’t know, sir.”

“Ballpark.”

“I guess $25 to $75, depending on the woman.”

“Okay, let’s say $50. Mmmm, not even near $200. But a fuck would be way too much. Have you ever spanked a girl, Kenny?” He shook his head. “Well, everybody should try it at least once. You might really like it, especially with a hot slut like this one. Why don’t you try. . . a dozen hits?” Kenny nodded enthusiastically.

“Still, it doesn’t seem like quite enough. Kenny, would you mind terribly if I joined in the action as well?”

“Uh, I guess not.”

“Good. Janette, do you have a paddle or tawse?” Her eyes were blazing at his brazen question.

“Yes,” she acidly replied, “there’s a leather tawse in the bedroom closet, inside a leather box on the shelf.”

“Good.” He threw a couple of pillows on the coffee table. “Ken, why don’t you put her kneeling against the coffee table while I get the toys?”

“Yes sir,” Ken said. He turned to Janette. “Is that the way you tease the boys in your classes? I know that you’re a teacher. Crawl over to the table.” When she didn’t move fast enough, he grabbed her short black hair and pulled. She cried out and scrambled faster.

When Matt returned from the bedroom, he held a tawse, which he handed to Ken. Janette was in position, still on the floor, her legs spread so wide that her knees touched the feet of the coffee table. She looked magnificent. “Hit her hard,” Matt advised.

Ken was a natural. He struck slowly and forcefully as Janette wriggled in pain, growing in excitement. Her ass immediately showed long red blotches from the tawse. “See how hot you’re making her?” Matt asked.

After a dozen strikes, he said, “Ken, now sit across the table in front of her face and let her take care of you.” Eagerly, Ken stripped, showing a 7″ long but thin and bony cock. He straddled the table and Janette took his prick and started blowing him.

Matt kneeled behind her and fed his dick into her cunt, quickly embedding himself as she welcomed the fuck and began sucking Ken more aggressively. The teenager grabbed her ears and started face-fucking. In less than five minutes both guys blew their loads, leaving Janette sprawled on the table.

The males put their clothes back together. “Ken, call yourself a taxi. I’m staying here.”

“Yes sir. And thank you, that was the best BJ I’ve ever had.”

He looked down at Justine’s sweaty face, a thin stream of pale cum trailing off her chin. He slapped her cheek.

“How should I address you?” she asked her new Master groggily, barely awake.

“Matthew is fine, for now.”

“Matthew, thank you for preventing me from driving.”