Make Her Moan: 25-Story Mega Bundle of Sinfully Scandalous Taboo Erotica Tales E-Book

Deborah Cockram

• Herausgeber: Deborah Cockram
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

New to BDSM, taboo and erotica author Deborah Cockram? Ready to catch up? Get 25 of her hottest, most scintillating tales in this deeply discounted mega bundle! Includes taboo tales of public erotica; harsh, rough gangbangs; bondage and submission; professor-student erotica; intern romance; domination by the office boss; bad brats being punished; deflowering; clone sex; and so, so, so much more. At 90,000 words, there's plenty of hot, scandalous action!Here are a few of the tales inside:Taken! at the Fertility Clinic: A Taboo Foursome TaleBareback With My Daughter's Boyfriend: A Wild, Wicked Taboo RomanceTaken and Shared by the Art Professor: A Rough, Public, College FoursomePounded and Pumped At The Gym: A Rough, Hot, Stranger EncounterBlind Lust: A Very Naughty, Slutty Wife TaleHis hands on me, in me…My husband, his best friend, and a massage gone wickedly tabooTaken Hard in the Library: A First-Time Slut Wife TaleShared With The Boys: A Torrid MILF FoursomeAll Holes Filled in the Museum: A Tale of Rough, Group, Paranormal PoundingTime Traveling Threesome: A Tale of a Hot, Sensual Menage in the Past

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Make Her Moan: 25-Story Mega Bundle of Sinfully Scandalous Taboo Erotica Tales

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Table of contents

Taken! at the Fertility Clinic

Taken and Shared by the Art Professor

Taken Hard During The Massage

Taken Three Times at Once

By Deborah Cockram

Bad Brat Taken by the Cop

An Erotic Tale of Public Seduction

Office Slut 1: The Boss Takes Amanda

Office Slut 2: Taken Hard By Hubby

Office Slut 3: Taken in the Conference Room

Taken Hard on Stage: A Live Sensual Performance

Forbidden Fruit: Becky Pays Hubby's Debt

Rough Threesome On My Front Porch

Blind Lust

Blind Lust 2: Creamed By My Best Friend

Shared On My Birthday

Pounded for Pleasure

Roommates, Best Friend, & Lovers

Bareback With My Daughter's Boyfriend

Pounded and Pumped At The Gym

Wifey's Revenge: A Hard Group Cuckold Tale

A Naughty Job Interview

His hands on me, in me…

A Tale of Rough, Group, Paranormal Pounding

Shared With The Boys

The end (for now)

Time Traveling Threesome

By Deborah Cockram

© Copyright 2017 by Deborah Cockram and After Midnight Press

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Taken! at the Fertility Clinic

A Taboo Foursome Tale

By Deborah Cockram

Felicity shivered at his touch.

She'd just stepped out of the shower, staring into the fog-shrouded mirror when the ghostly figure of her lover appeared in the mirror. He was standing behind her, and in the condensation-covered mirror she could barely make out his image.

There was no mistaking his touch, though. Since the first time they'd made love, more than four years ago, there was no mistaking Brandon's caress. Now, after three years of marriage – and two years of trying to get pregnant – she still trembled when his fingers played along her skin.

Brandon stepped against her, from behind, his nude, tight body fitting perfectly against hers. She moaned when he reached around from behind, arms encircling her, hands cupping her breasts. Another shiver ran through her as he kissed along the back of her shoulder.

Felicity melted back into him, felt his hard, large cock against her ass. A thrill ran up and down her body when he pinched her nipples.

She turned to him – at five-foot-eight, Felicity was nearly the same height as her husband. She pressed her lips against his, kissing, as his cock pressed against her pussy. Brandon's tongue slipped between her lips, exploring inside her mouth. Felicity ran her hands down along the side of his muscular body.

Before she knew what Brandon was doing, he had pulled back, bent down and scooped her up. Felicity sighed, closing her eyes, enjoying the moment. She loved it when Brandon picked her up, his biceps bulging against her body as he supported her weight. Several quick steps and they were in the bedroom, he laying her on the bed.

Brandon climbed over her, straddling her now, stretching her arms above her head, hands clasped around her wrists. She felt another shiver racing up and down her body as he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers for a moment, then kissing down over her chin, chest, licking her breasts, taking her left nipple in his mouth.

He suckled hard, pulling as he did, a mixture of sharp pain and pleasure running along her nerves. She arched her back, moaning, trying to lift her hands – she loved it when Brandon held her down, refused to let her go.

Brandon pulled harder, deeper pain coming from her nipple, then he let go, quickly taking her right nipple into his mouth, sucking, pulling just as he had done with the left.

"Oh Jesus," she whispered, knowing orgasm was coming soon.

"Not yet," he whispered, crossing her wrists above her head, pinning them against the mattress with one of his powerful hands while he reached down with his other hand and slapped her on the side of the hip.

Felicity gasped.

"You wait," he said.

Striking her like that, commanding her to wait stirred even deeper wanting.

He let go of her wrists as he slipped down along her body, kissing her stomach, now her hips, hands caressing her breasts as he did. Felicity felt every muscle in her body tighten when he slipped his head between her legs, hot breath tickling her pussy.

"Please," she whispered, arching her back more, lifting her hips toward him.

With a sudden, savage thrust he mashed his face against her pussy, tongue plunging deep, violent shudders rocking her body.

"Oh fuck!" she screamed, hands now on the back of his head, pressing him forward.

With one powerful move, Brandon pulled his head away, lifted his body up over her, then rammed his cock deep and hard inside her, almost as if he were trying to impale her. Hard, savage convulsions wracked her body. Felicity had always marveled at Brandon's ability to bring her to climax so fast – he seemed to know everything about her body, her mind, able to tease and play and hold her right on the edge of orgasm for long periods, then at other times simply taking her to climax almost immediately.

Today was one of the latter.

He pulled back and rammed forward again, his hard cock going deep, stretching her, sending rivulets of scorching pleasure shooting through her pussy, along every muscle in her body. Felicity screamed, wrapping her legs around him as tightly as she could hold Brandon, hands gripping the bed sheets, pulling so hard sheet slipped from its hold on the bed corners.

Brandon continued pounding, in and out, as orgasm continued shaking her body. She heard a loud, long grunt escape Brandon's mouth just as she felt semen shooting into her, filling her, as her own climax ran through her body.

They continued just like that, thrusting against one another, for several seconds, until Brandon stabbed down hard and deep one final time, calling her name, before his movements slowed. Felicity's breath caught in her throat – she loved it when he called her name, and a new mini-orgasm filled her, a pleasant echo of the intense sensations she had felt just seconds earlier.

And then it was over. He let his weight fall onto her, both of them gasping for breath, bodies covered in sweat. After a couple of minutes their breathing returned to normal and he rolled off.

"Love you," he said.

She smiled, reached over and ran her fingers through his short hair. Then she rolled from the bed, slipped to the bathroom to clean up, then came back – he was still lying on the bed, his lean, tight nude body on full display. His cock was still partially engorged, and she knew he would take her again if she allowed.

Instead she stepped to her drawer, pulled out a bra and panties.

"No," he said, rolling across the bed, patting her ass. "You look so much better without any clothes."

Felicity reached down, gave a fake slap to his hand. "So you say, but I fear this little thing called an indecent exposure law if I don't put something on before going to work."

He chuckled, then climbed from bed and went to shower. By the time he was done she was dressed. Felicity gave him a quick kiss, then slipped out the door, a sudden wave of guilt filling her as she did.

Brandon really was the perfect husband. Attentive, kind, affectionate, and a mind-blowing lover.

He was also incapable of giving her what she most wanted at this point in her life – a baby.

No, she hadn't had that fully confirmed, but they had been trying for a year, and Felicity had twice gone to the doctor to be examined, probed, tested. Both times the docs told her there was nothing wrong with her – she was a fertile as a bunny rabbit in heat.

That meant just one thing – her hubby was shooting blanks.

Rather than have him submit to those embarrassing tests, and the humiliation of finding maybe he was sterile, Felicity had taken matters into her own hands. Today she was going to visit a clinic that promised fast, confidential service – without expensive or time-consuming treatments.

She had already visited several times, meeting with the doctor on staff there. During her most recent visit, they had finalized the type of men whose sperm she wanted donated for her child – the clinic, it seemed, allowed you to choose three different men, and in the end you wouldn't be sure exactly which one had been the semen used for your insemination.

Of course she had gone for the best she could find – a physician, a lawyer, and a CEO whose hobby was competing in triathlons. Surely, if genes were the critical factor, whatever child came from such a union would be destined for greatness.

She pulled into the parking lot, walked to the small, non-descript building, then stepped to the desk. There was no one there, as the specialist had explained. In order to ensure confidentiality for all involved, she had been given a keycard. She slipped it into a slot at the front desk, which brought up her name and photo on a computer screen in the wall there. She punched in an ID code the clinic had given her, and a door off to the side slid open.

Felicity stepped over, pausing for a few seconds. Last chance to back out, she thought, wondering what this would be like.

She already knew, at least on an intellectual level. The clinic's specialist had been very thorough in his explanation, but on a more visceral level, Felicity couldn't help but wonder what this would feel like, what it would feel like.

Only one way to find out, she thought before stepping through the doorway. The door swooshed shut behind her. She was alone now, in a dimly lit hallway, lined with plain white doors. A red light flashed over one of them.

Felicity made her way down the hall, opened the door under the flashing red light and stepped in. There, she was to disrobe, which she did carefully, slowly, sure to hang up her clothes so nothing wrinkled. Then she slipped into the outfit the clinic left for her to wear during the procedure – it was black. A simple lacy black see-through bra and a matching set of almost non-existent panties, along with a soft black cloth she knew to be a blindfold. The blindfold, the clinic specialist had explained, was as much for her as for the donors – sometimes women felt more at ease if they didn't see the donors, and some donors were understandable shy about letting the client see them.

Once done dressing she stepped back into the darkened hallway, and another red light flashed over a second door. Felicity stepped to it, paused while she held her breath, slipped the blindfold over her eyes, tied it off tightly behind her head, then she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The air was cold in here. She shivered, then jumped when the door clicked shut behind her. Felicity stood, waiting, not certain what would happen next. Well, that's not true. She knew what was supposed to happen next, but she was still unsure of herself, of her decision, of what she was doing.

Then she felt hands on her shoulders, touching lightly, gently, the whisper of a caress. A small gasp escaped her lips, followed by a louder one when a second pair of hands began tracing the curve of her breasts, at first underneath, where the cups of the bra held her breasts, then along the top, fingers against skin.

Suddenly all three men were on her, hands massaging her shoulders, fondling her breasts, touching her thighs, fingers playing along her skin, and the kisses – the one behind her kissed along the back of her neck, another man kissed across her chest, along the exposed top of her breasts, while the third man pressed his lips against her left thigh, then her right.

She moaned – Felicity had expected to be put off by being handled by three men, by three strangers, certainly at first. She was surprised at how fast her body responded to them, even more shocked at how fast her mind was accepting of what was going on.

Before she knew it, they scooped her off her feet, carrying her. The temptation was great to reach up ad yank the blindfold from her face – not being able to see, to know what they were doing, was nerve-wracking for Felicity. Yet she left it in place, because it was equally exhilarating.

Now she was on what felt like an examining table, the men pawing her, touching and kissing and moaning. Without warning hands grabbed the bra, another hand grabbed her panties, and all yanked. She heard the seams give way, the stitching tear, and then the cloth was pulled from her body, leaving her nude and exposed.

Felicity gasped again, her heart beating fast now, and, incredibly, she felt heat rising to her skin, radiating from her body, arousal growing inside her as the men had their way with her body. Hands squeezed her breasts, so hard it was painful, yet the very sensation of hurt made her even more aroused.

Fingers pinched, squeezing her nipples, hands played up and down her legs, teasing, tickling, caressing.

Felicity groaned. She felt arousal heightening – suddenly she was afraid she might climax early, and the clinic's doctor had instructed her it was vital she hold off, not cum until the very end, as her donors were likewise cumming. Otherwise, the likelihood of success was greatly reduced.

Then she felt it – hot, heavy breath on her pussy. She quivered, knowing someone had his head between her legs, hovering over her. A hard, deliciously painful convulsion gripped her body when she felt a tongue lap against her pussy, quickly, just once, like a dog lapping his tongue across the surface of the water bowl.

"Jesus," she whispered.

With a violent pull the hands on her breasts yanked, pulling her nipples hard before releasing them. Then her right nipple was covered with a mouth – the man was kissing her, licking, sucking, tasting, teeth grazing her breast.

A second man began doing the same to her left nipple, and hard, uncontrollable trembles now ran through every muscle in her body.

"Oh my god," she called out. "Please, please…fuck me!" She was screaming now, knowing she couldn't hold off long. "Fuck me no—"

Before she could finish, a hard, engorged cock filled her mouth, going deep, stretching her wide. She gagged at first as he rammed hard, cutting off her air momentarily before pulling back just a bit – barely enough for her to catch her breath before he rammed down again, his pubic hair tickling her face, his balls bouncing on her chin.

Felicity tried calling out – though she wasn't sure what she'd say, other than calling for someone to fuck her hard – but his cock was so large, going so deep with each downward motion, that all she heard was the gurgled, wet sound of her saliva bubbling around his cock.

The man kissing her pussy moved away, and now she wanted to scream, to beg for him to return. Her body was racing, orgasm growing, hard, stronger, more intense than anything she had ever experienced.

And then it happened – one of the man rammed his large, hard cock into her pussy. Nothing slow and gentle, nothing gradual. One second she was empty, her pussy throbbing, aching for a touch, a kiss, for anything, and the next second he was in, all the way, filling her, stretching her, so deep she thought she might cum on that first thrust.

She didn't though, and the man pulled back and thrust harder, even deeper if that was possible, at the same time the other man rammed deep into her mouth, touching ever so briefly the back of her throat. Felicity pounded her hands on the table, then as the man in her mouth pulled back she sucked, hard, trying to bring him to climax soon. She liked calling out, talking, yelling even during sex, none of which was possible with a mouth full of dick.

He thrust down hard again, and when he did she pressed her tongue up, as firmly as she could, against the bottom of his tongue, guiding it, partially pinning it to the roof of her mouth. This kept it from going quite so deep, and she could tell it excited the man. He shuddered and groaned.

Then the man between her legs pulled back and thrust forward again. The two men had a rhythm now, the man in her mouth thrusting down as the man between her legs pulled back, then the man there pounding her pussy as the one hovering over her face pulled back.

Over and over they continued, in and out, in and out. Vaguely, she was aware the third man was simply touching her, hands on her breasts, then her hips, then her thighs, and the other two continued pounding her body, her mouth.

The sensations – the touches, the kisses from the third man, the cocks plunging deep over and over, the hair against her face, the balls bouncing on her chin – it all mixed together in a single, overwhelming, fierce level of intensity she'd never known.

Felicity arched her back, thrusting her hips upward to meet the man between her legs, while she bit down as much as she could, sucking on the man whose cock filled her mouth. Sweat coated her body now, breathing was fast and shallow, heart pounding.

Jesus Christ! she screamed in her head as every nerve in her body seemed to fire at once, the most overwhelming, all-powerful orgasm she'd ever felt crashed through her body.

Just then she felt the man between her legs cum, semen filling her, coating his dick, spilling onto her body as he moved back and thrust in deep. Without warning her mouth and throat were suddenly full, semen shooting down her throat, filling her. She choked at first, then swallowed, hard and fast, over and over as the man continued thrusting, pumping her full, grunting as he did.

The man between her legs rammed down one forceful, last time, then withdrew. The man in her mouth continued – how long can a man cum? – and without warning she felt another cock, the one from the third man, slamming inside her pussy, even harder and deeper than the first man, if that were possible. He was fast, almost like a piston in a car engine, stabbing in and out, over and over, fast and hard, a slapping sound echoing through the room with each thrust as his body crashed against hers.

Finally the man hovering over her head pulled out, semen spurting and spilling over her face, across her neck and chest, matting her hair. Felicity didn't care. She cried out, gasping, screaming.

"Yes, Yes, YES FUCK ME!" she screamed. While Felicity was often vocal during sex, even this surprised her, the ferocity with which she screamed.

Then she felt a new wave of orgasm rising in her, so hard and intense it was almost painful. Her stomach muscles cramped, her breath caught in her throat. Even with her eyes blindfolded, she could see gray filling her vision, like it does when one is about to pass out.

The man between her legs let loose with a deep, loud call, and as he did he slammed down against her hard, stretching her legs wide – he clearly was a big man – filling her like she had never been filled. Then the sensation of hot, gooey semen shooting inside her, almost like a small pressure hose, filler her, dancing along every nerve inside her.

She arched her back even more, crying now, her mind not able to fully process the electricity shooting through her body, the heightened sense of a climax that seemed to go on and on, no end in sight.

Finally, mercifully, the man gave one last, long, hard thrust, then he pulled out. Felicity's body didn't stop at first, her hips continuing to thrust, orgasm dancing along her nerves, but eventually she began to slow her movements, going over that edge that defines the moment before final climax, and then she gasped, trying desperately to catch her breath, bring her heart and body under control.

After several minutes she was able to slow herself, felt like she was no longer going to pass out. She lay on the padded table for a while – how long she wasn't sure – until a mechanical voice came over what she was certain was a loud speaker, telling her it was safe to remove her blindfold.

Felicity lay a few seconds longer, then uncovered her eyes. She was naked, on a padded examining table, drying semen on her face, chest, in her hair, dripping onto her ass and legs. She sat and remember the instructions she had been given earlier. On a table along the wall was a pad – she was to wear that through the day, to keep the semen from leaking from her pussy. She stepped over, pressed it in place between her legs, then stepped into the shower in the corner of the room.

Afterward she dried off, wore a robe to the room where her clothes still hung, she dressed and then left the building. Felicity was sore, and she couldn't help but wonder if she might cross paths with the men she had been with without ever knowing it.

Of course, they would know her, would remember her, and she found that arousing. Most of all, she felt a warm, deep satisfaction – surely, now, she would conceive, and bring a child into her world.

And if not? Well, the clinic offered free follow-up visits to ensure success.

Taken and Shared by the Art Professor

A Rough, Public, College Foursome

By Deborah Cockram

I sound like a silly teenager, I know. But it was…I guess the word is, well, hell, I don’t know the word. But when Professor Stokes stood there, and I leaned against him, my breast pressing against his arm, it felt like an electric charge ran through me.

It was an accident, of course, but I almost gasped just the same. I glanced at him, to see if he noticed – of course he noticed, I mean I’m a 20-year-old coed, with a firm body that most guys my age drool over, and I was leaning against him, my boob pressed hard against his forearm. He was reading a paper he was holding in his hands, and I knew he knew I was staying there, pressing against him on purpose.

I looked at his face – he glanced at me, his eyes locking on mine for just a second – then I swear he actually leaned into me. Not much, but enough for me to believe he enjoyed the feel of my body, the touch of my breast against his arm.

And then it was over. That quick. Two other students walked in and he moved away – which confirmed my suspicion, my hope, that he had been doing it on purpose, enjoying the feel of me against him. That night, lying in my dorm room alone – my roommate was out partying with some of those juvenile drooling guys – I closed my eyes and ran my fingers along the swell of my breasts, imagining it was Professor Stokes.