Taboo Inc. Sex Mix 4 : 20 Pack Erotica Mega Bundle (eBook)

Tori Westwood, Kelli Cougar, Nicki Menage, Kimmy Welsh (Autoren)

eBook Download: EPUB

2018 | 1. Auflage
454 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-008590-0 (ISBN)

Infos

The 'Taboo Inc. Sex Mix 4' is brought to you by your favorite erotica authors.  This 20 story collection features sinful virgins, seductive MILFs, depraved threesomes, naughty breeding fun and thirsty lactation sessions between older man and women and their inexperienced opposites.

This Adults Only bundle comprises over 88,000 words of descriptive, well written, spine-tingling erotica that you'll have to read alone.  There's something for everyone - don't miss out!

Stories Include:

1. Boss's Office Milk

2. Brat's Milky Cocktail

3. He Drinks My Milkshake

4. My Forbidden Milking

5. She Put Him In My Butt

6. They Stretched Me Open

7. Me & His Wife Catch Him Stroking

8. Fun In The Fitting Room

9. I Need His Hot Love

10. My Virgin Stablehand

11. Claiming My Male Secretary

12. I Claimed Him by the Pool

13. Bred In His Woodshop

14. His Hard Length in My Virgin Sex

15. Filled by Him After Ballet

16. Inside Me On The Big Wheel

17. Bursting With Milk

18. Milked For A Bet

19. Wet Nursing Him

20. My Swollen Chest Needs Milking

Textauszug

Working for Mr.Tanner's insurance firm certainly had its advantages.  I pretty much got to do what I wanted as long as the job got done, which meant a lot of slacking off.  Work hard, play hard, you know?

But when he caught me slacking off in the naughtiest way possible, well I guess he just had to teach me a lesson.

It was the end of the week and the Friday feeling crept up on me a little too forcefully.  You know when you start getting excited for the weekend and you're in a buoyant mood?  Well that was exactly how I was feeling, only maybe buoyant wouldn't be completely accurate.

No, a better description would be 'horny,’ and I didn't plan on leaving the office that day without an orgasm.

Before I tell you my tale of debauchery though, I feel you ought to know a few things about me.  I'm a nineteen year old paid intern with a bubbly personality and a great big pair of tits to match.  I kind of got a kick out of wearing tops that showed off my plunging cleavage, especially when the guys took notice.  Hell, I'd even caught Mr. Tanner having a good look on the odd occasion.

Like any girl my age I was sexually active, but unlike most girls my age I got up to some kinky stuff in the sack.  All that naughtiness had bled in to my 'alone time' so that I was also experimenting whenever I masturbated.

It started with me just massaging my tits and squeezing my nipples, but after a while of doing that I began to notice milk had started to be coaxed from my them.

It felt strange to have it come out of me like that, but it also felt kind of hot.  The release was really cathartic, you know?  It was like a load off and I could feel the stress leave me whenever I accompanied a little bit of solo play with a little bit of lactation.  They were the perfect partners.

So basically I'd started working it in to my every orgasm.  I'd play with my pussy, squeeze at my tits and then I'd feel that familiar, awesome weight lift from me as I climaxed and spurted milk.  It could be a little messy but it was a small price to pay.

Anyway I was living life dangerously that day, but when I slinked in to the seldom-used interview room on the far side of the open-plan office I had no idea what  I was letting myself in for.

It wasn't the first time I'd done something like this.  In the past I used to just come in here and read, but I spent so long without interruption that I soon realized the room offered potential for something much more erotic.

This time around I'd fully prepared for the occasion with wipes and a vibrator in my purse, but nothing could quite prepare me fully for what was about to transpire.

I sat down opposite the door, facing it so as to make the whole thing way more nerve-wracking.  There's something in the clandestine nature of it all that makes it immeasurably more of a turn-on.  The chance of getting caught, you know?  I just didn't think it would actually happen.

I quickly brought my panties down and hitched my skirt up, spreading my legs beneath the table and switching my vibrator on, ready for the act.

Ordinarily I could probably have gotten away with it had someone walked in.  Unless they crouched to the floor immediately, I could readjust myself and at the very worst I'd be accused of slacking off.  I doubt Mr. Tanner was going to fire me for that.

But, being the stupid girl I am I decided to take it that step further, so there would be no confusing things when I was finally exposed.

I unbuttoned my tight, white shirt and peeled it off my shoulders, putting it on the floor next to me before unclasping my bra and freeing those big, milky tits of mine.

The vibrator soothed its way along my slit, teasing me at first whilst my other hand began kneading my breasts, as if to squeeze out the horniness I felt after a long week.

Before long I was moaning softly, my slit becoming wet as the juices rushed to my honey-pot, letting me know I was more than ready to slide the thing inside me.

I breathed deeply as I pushed it past my lips, teasing the tip inside and wetting the shaft of it before pulling it out and pushing it deeper still.

Soon enough I was swallowing as much of it as I could, driving it deep inside my core and sliding it out slowly, feeling the ridge of the bulbous crown and the rotating ball bearings that span inside, driving me wild.

Right on cue my tits began to leak their white nectar, firing jets of it across the dark wooden table that looked almost like paint in contrast.

Now I was well into my stride, stifling my cries, my eyes closed as I felt the orgasm approaching inside me, rumbling through my core like some heavenly thunderclap, threatening to strike from me any second now.

I squeezed harder at my tits, sending spurts of milk in to the air and causing them to fall back down all over my chest as I drove myself to rapture.

Then, at my most glorious moment, the worst thing imaginable happened.  The door clicked open and the sound made my heart sink, sending it deeper still when I saw that the person opening it was Mr. Tanner.

"Now there's no need to feel nervous—" he said and I heard his voice before I saw him.  He froze on the spot as he took a step in to the room and then abruptly span out of it and slammed the door.

I couldn't move.  I was like a statue, hoping that the floor might open and consume me, saving me from the aftermath of this debauched act.

I heard muffles on the other side of the door and then it opened again, with Mr. Tanner walking in slowly and closing it behind him.

He didn't turn around at first, instead keeping his head facing the door as if to compose himself before he turned the lock.

"Mr. Tanner, I can explain," I began.

He turned now, looking very stern indeed.

"Explain?" he said, his face a picture of anger and shock.  "Would anything truly explain this?"

I looked at the scene before him and couldn't help but agree.

"I was just ... goofing off," I tried.

"Goofing off?" he laughed.  "Goofing off?  You call playing yourself silly and pouring milk all over yourself goofing off?"

I realized the mistake he'd made.  It was more than forgivable, I guess.  Who in their right mind would assume that I'd been squirting my own milk all over myself?

"Well?" he asked again, hands on hips.

Mr. Tanner looked pretty fucking hot when he was mad.  He was in his early forties and if I were twenty years older I'd be on him like a shot.  As it happened he was forbidden.  Off limits.  I guess that's what made it even hotter.

"Actually," I began with a smirk flourishing across my face.  "I didn't pour the milk over myself."

"What?" he asked, looking around.  "What does it matter?"

He was right, it didn't, but I felt like letting him know.

"It came, in fact, from these big ... tits," I said, bouncing them on my chest with both hands.

Mr. Tanner's eyes damn-near popped out of his skull when he saw me do it.  I mean, imagine his surprise?!  Suddenly his nineteen year old intern was flopping her breasts right in front of him, sitting commando in his interview room.

"You milked yourself?" he asked, perplexed and intrigued.

I sensed his curiosity and pounced on it, rising from the chair and walking towards him, my skirt up over my nave, my tits bared and looking beautiful.

"That's right, Mr. Tanner," I said, walking over to him seductively.

"How?"

As I approached he looked down me, taking a breath in and sensing the shift in power happening within the room.  Suddenly he was no longer angry, but curious.  No longer stern, but vulnerable.  Now was my moment to pounce.

"Would you like me to show you?" I asked, walking around the back of him and letting my tits slide across his suit.

He looked to his left, waiting for me to appear again at his side so he could take another good look at my huge tits.

"Can't say I'm not curious," he said, still eyeing them.

I sat in front of him on the table, staring under my brows and into his eyes as I began to play with my tits.  Something about watching him watch me was a huge turn on.  I could see exactly the effect I was having on him.

I looked down at my tits now as I squeezed them, and sure enough a bead of milk appeared on the nipple.

"My God," he said, eyes widening as he took a step towards me.

"See?"

He held my breast and examined it, seeming oblivious to how naughty that was now that his curiosity had bettered him.

"I don't believe it."

"Would you like to taste?" I said.  "Sometimes tasting is believing."

Mr. Tanner scooped his finger over the nipple and popped it in to his mouth, rolling his tongue over the liquid as he prepared his verdict.

"That's incredible," he said, looking in my eyes.  All thoughts of punishment seemed to have been superseded by his wonderment.

"No, Mr. Tanner," I said, offering my breast to him.  "Have a real taste."

His eyes narrowed as he thought of the consequences.  As far as his employees knew we were just talking in here.  No-one would ever imagine the reality.

He came to a decision and moved his head close to my breast now as my body tensed.  I felt his warm breath over the wetness of my nipple and soon his whole mouth was enveloping it and sucking hard.

"Oh, Mr....

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 8.7.2018
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-008590-1 / 0000085901
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-008590-0 / 9780000085900