TABOO TALES(erotica)

On Friday at 12:30 pm, the doorbell rang. The girls were outside at the pool, so Matt answered. Justine was both impressed and intimidated by the fancy neighborhood, one of the best in town. Standing on the portico, she looked magnificent, although understandably anxious. She wore a thin, virtually see-through, beige summer dress, with a white crocheted sweater covering her bodice. However, the knit on the sweater was so large that there were large gaps between the thick cotton. Opening the door, Matt could easily see her nipples.

“I know I’m late again,” she blurted, her large eyes searching his to gauge how angry he might be. “I almost didn’t cum. And I accept that you’ll punish me for being late,” she added placatingly.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“Quite late,” he added. He wasn’t angry; on the contrary, he was secretly pleased that she was late. Now that he knew her submissive nature and her tolerance for humiliation and bondage, she was even more erotic than the first two times he’d seen her. “Do you accept having your tits whipped?”

Shocked by his asking such a degrading question while she stood on his doorstep, completely visible from the street, where any passerby could have heard him, she closed her eyes from humiliation, swayed slightly and nodded. “Yes Sir, I understand that you’ll be hurting my tits.”

“Good. Now show them to me.” Her eyes widened in shock and she twisted her neck around, first to the left and then the right, but there were no pedestrians visible. Her pussy spasmed at the immediate obedience and exhibitionism that Matt was demanding. He knew that of the two houses visible from his stoop, one family was at a softball game and the other was away on summer vacation. Besides, he lived on a cul-de-sac with barely any traffic, although many visitors never noticed the sign, “No Through Traffic,” since it was largely obscured by an overgrown bush. “Are you going to delay showing your tits for as long as you dawdled about coming here?”

“No, Sir.” Janette undid her sweater and blouse and spread it open, exposing tits that were resting on a slutty 14 bra.

“Nice. And do you deserve having your pussy whipped?”

“If you think so, Matthew, then yes. . . please whip my pussy.”

“Then pull up your dress and tuck it into your belt.”

She looked around again, much more humiliated by the prospect of this greater public exposure, raised the hem and tucked it into her thin white belt, showing white stockings, a matching garter belt and transparent panties. She swooned, realizing how she was standing exposed like a slut, where anyone could see her, her ass cheeks fully visible to the neighbors.

“Come in.” She stepped inside, a whiff of sultry perfume passing by him. The house was large and impressively decorated. “Cover yourself.”

She covered her tits, lowered her skirt and glanced around. “Your home is beautiful. Where are the girls?”

“At the pool. We’re quite alone in here.” Did you bring your laptop?”

“Yes, Sir, it’s in my handbag.” They walked into the sunroom that faced the pool. “Drink?”

“Yes please,” she said nervously. She swallowed her iced vodka eagerly, watching the girls who were in the water at the far side of the pool, laughing and teasing each other.

Janette, who knew that Justine had arrived and that her father would take the MILF to the sunroom, climbed out of the pool, using the ladder at the left side. Once Janette was standing at the edge of the pool, she turned to face Angie, who was still in the water, and held out a hand to help. But when Angie started climbing out, Janette’s other hand moved quickly and there was a glint of metal. Justine realized that Janette had cuffed Angie’s wrist to the metal handrail. Janette quickly followed with the other wrist. Justine was shocked at the bondage and excited by how abbreviated were their matching bikinis.

Absorbed by the spectacle occurring in front of her eyes, Justine unconsciously took another slug of her cocktail. The girls were in profile to Justine’s perspective from the sunroom. Angie was now kneeling on the top rung of the ladder, her face at the height of Janette’s groin. Justine gasped. At this distance, she could just barely perceive that Angie’s back was faintly striped with horizontal marks, as were her thighs, as was her ass, barely covered by the tiny bikini bottom.

Justine turned to Matt. He shrugged. “Those marks didn’t come from me, they were applied by Janette. Justine turned back to the pool and now saw that the front of Janette’s thighs were also striped. By now her bikini bottom lay on the patio while her hands forced Angie’s head into her bare pussy. Justine sat down, stunned and outraged, but obviously excited.

In a matter of moments, she’d discovered that her daughter had submitted to B&D and was servicing her best girlfriend. Janette moaned as Angie’s licking and sucking brought her off, thrashing her head violently in orgasm as her hips ground into her friend’s mouth.

He turned to the excited, flushed mother, a skein of perspiration coating her lovely skin. “Why don’t you take a swim?”

“Oh, that’s okay. I actually forgot to bring a suit.”

“Just ask Janette for a suit,” he said firmly. He was not one to be easily put off. “There are extras at the cabana.”

Reluctantly, Justine arose and went to the pool, where the girls were now lying on chaises, acting as if Angie hadn’t been cuffed and sucking Janette’s pussy only a few minutes earlier. Janette and Justine exchanged hellos, Justine cringing with shame and Janette grinning, both of course remembering the scene of clamping, bondage, whipping and fucking on the coffee table in the sub mother’s living room.

Inside the cabana, Janette rummaged around the pile of pillows and bathing suits, handing the submissive mother a skimpy bikini.

Justine examined the two pieces. “These are a size too small for me.”

“Sorry, that’s the closest size we have,” Janette lied, eagerly anticipating the events of the day that she’d planned with her father.

“Oh. . . okay.”

“Sorry again, but the cabana door doesn’t close. Daddy’s having it fixed.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just change in the house.”

“No,” Janette countered firmly, suppressing a grin. “Just change here. It’s just us girls.” Angie hid her smirk behind a magazine. Of course, Matt was staring from a shadowed place inside the house.

Justine, feeling mortified but defenseless, turned her back to them and peeled off the light sweater with relief but reluctantly pulled the thin, mocha-colored dress off, slowly showing them her expensive beige stockings, matching garter belt, abbreviated panties and slutty bra. Even at a distance, Matt could see marks on her upper thighs.

Janette was amazed that the gullible mother was stripping in front of them. “Your marks are showing nicely,” she said brazenly. Angie giggled.

The obedient MILF unclipped the garter belt, turned to face her observers and sat in a chair, rolling down the stockings from her long legs. As she bent down, Matt could see the fading stripes on her pendulous tits. It was obvious to him and the girls that her striking nipples had begun to stiffen.

The humiliated teacher unclipped her lacy shelf bra, her hefty tits hanging in the hot sun. Rather than put on the bikini top, she lifted her hips and dragged the panties down and off her legs. Without thinking, due to years of strict training, she slid to the edge of the sheet and unconsciously opened her legs all the way till her ankles were positioned at the chair legs, opening up her groin for all of her onlookers, the dark-skinned, thick labia parting to reveal the glistening inner lips. Matt smiled at the striations across her belly and mound.

Justine struggled to close the front hook between the bikini cups. At least they covered all of her aureoles and nipples. The panties were so small that the waist clung humiliatingly low on her hips, pressing into her lips, wetting instantly, but at least, as she rationalized to herself, the fabric completely covered her vulva. Her thick lips compressed in a sexy pout of displeasure, resentful for being made to expose herself, yet excited by her debauched nudity.

“You look great,” Janette said, practically drooling.

“Yeah Mom, you look hot,” Angie added.