TABOO TALES(erotica)

“You’ll be able to express your appreciation tomorrow.” There was silence while she imagined what form her appreciation was likely to take. “Now it’s time to see Ken off.” He took her arm, pulled her up from the table and led her over to the floor-to-ceiling living room window, pressing her nude front against the cold glass. She whined, knowing that passersby had only to glance up to see her nipples and tits thrust against the window, bulging lewdly. “Stay like this until he drives off. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Matthew.”

Kenny had found a parking space across the street, almost directly across from Justine’s apartment. He was standing next to Matt’s car and lifted his eyes to look at her window, where the ravaged beauty was standing, legs spread, pressed against the glass, eyes downcast, the jizz on her mound making a big sticky splotch on the glass while his cum smeared off her chin and tits. Kenny expelled some air in excitement and admiration. “What a slut, to expose herself like that for anybody to see.”

Large drops of thick cum dripped from her cunt lips to the carpet. The taxi arrived and Ken regretfully left to start work. Justine sank in a heap onto the carpet and slept.

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While his new sub lay passed out in the living room, Matt explored the small apartment, inspecting Angie’s pink, teen bedroom and an even smaller third bedroom with room for only a twin bed, chest and armoire. It looked like a male teenager’s room, but with unusual decor. The walls were filled with posters from old sexploitation and B movies, ranging from westerns to medieval dungeons. They showed women in bondage, their big cleavages on display, fastened with chains or leather straps.

An old laptop lay on the desk, covered with dust. Curious, he opened it and pressed the power button. Once it had booted, he scanned the Desktop and noticed a folder called Home Movies. He opened the folder and saw several files with interesting titles. He clicked on one called Graduation Gift.

There was no title sequence. The video opened with a closeup of a woman’s naked chest. She appeared to be kneeling, the background blurry. Her body was beautifully lit in warm, subtle light. The top of the frame ended above her gorgeous, heavy tits, crowned by massive aureoles and nipples, all dark-hued. The woman’s torso certainly looked like Justine’s, although Matt couldn’t be positive.

The background was dark, but the audio indicated that somebody was moving around. The woman’s toned arms and shoulders strained upward and slightly back, lifting her tits up and out. She grunted with the new tension and it appeared as though her arms were being bound above her. Apparently there was some sort of shelf directly in front of and below the lens, for a few seconds later, a hand wearing a kitchen mitt set down a bowl containing a thick off-white substance. Such a cum slut! Matt thought. A number of clamps of different sizes and styles rested in the goo.

“You can’t do this. It’s not right,” the woman said hoarsely. The voice sounded like Justine’s.

The other person just laughed. “That’s the best you can do? He authorized me to do this and said we’d all watch it together the day after Thanksgiving. He also said that the four of us would be disciplining you in some new ways.” The bound beauty squirmed but had no retort.

Young male hands appeared, holding a large spoon and a large black penis gag with straps. The Dom, his face still unseen, loaded the gag right in front of her face with the viscous liquid – it sure looked like semen, thick and lumpy – until the gag was filled to capacity and overflowed, clumps falling onto the floor, or perhaps her thighs. As he sealed the opening, more gunk dripped off, but this time onto her cleavage. The middle of the fake cock had a series of expandable ridges, like the accordion section in a double bus that connected the two halves.

“He always has new toys and new techniques,” she said.

“Yes, the new stuff is one reason why it excites you so much. There’s always a challenge in how much you can do, whether it’s deep-throating, or a cropping, or taking on all four of us at the same time.”

The camera rose up until the sub’s strong chin, thick lips and pretty nose were visible, but her eyes were hidden behind a black goggles, like the ones worn at tanning salons. The wide mouth and meaty, cocksucking lips reinforced Matt’s belief that this must be Justine. But who was the guy, a boyfriend? A neighbor? And who were the four others he was talking about?

“Anything else to say?” She shook her head. “We both know you’ve wanted this for a long time, since I’ve been away at prep for college.” He held a frosted glass filled with a clear liquid to her lips and she took several gulps.

He set down the half empty glass. “After he congratulated me for graduating high school, he said that once college starts, he wants you to travel there and. . . make yourself available to my three roommates.” Justine flushed and lowered her head with humiliation at this demeaning news. She wondered what his roommates would be like. Would they all get shitfaced on beer and do her all at once? Had they ever done anal? Had they ever dominated a sub before? Or an MILF? Would they be repulsed by BDSM, or awkward, or eventually get into it, or be naturals?

“I’ve already talked to one of them about BDSM in general. He said he doesn’t have any personal experience but he’s been thinking about it and he’d like to learn. So I sent him several videos and a couple dozen photos of you from the July 4th weekend with the family.”

“Wha-” she protested, her head twisting up to him, but he shoved in the gag. Her generous lips ballooned to encircle the thick device and he strapped it into place. “My roommate said you’re unbelievably hot and that in your case, ‘MILF’ means ‘Mother I’d Like to Flog.’ I thought that was clever!” He pressed a button in the base and the gag began to move. She grunted.

Matt realized that the gag was a dildo that grew from its basic length of four inches. When it must have reached its longest length, Justine moaned, trying to accommodate the big cock. The same white substance appeared in each corner of the woman’s mouth and began inching down her chin.

“But I don’t know whether my other two roommates will be into any lifestyle stuff. Yup, I can read your perverted mind. I don’t even know if they’re into anal. You may just have to blow them and fuck them. I know, vanilla is not what you want or need, but I don’t make all the rules in this family.”

The camera didn’t linger. It moved back down to her tits. Each of the young guy’s hands picked up a fearsome clamp from the tray, heavy spunk dripping from the serrated jaws. He closed each clamp at the base of a huge nipple, jism forced out from the sharp ridges and along the charcoal stalks of her nipples. The bound captive seized up, her body going rigid and emitting a muffled cry of pain.

The camera sank down further, past the sub’s tight belly (also covered with horizontal marks) to her shaved mound. This sub was definitely Justine. A big clit came into view, as oversized as her lewd nipples. It was surrounded by a thick, darkly colored hood. Sure enough, the labia were just as thick, long and dark like the rest of her sex parts. Suddenly a crop smacked into both inner thighs and she spread her knees widely apart, her outer lips opening.

The guy removed a two-inch labia clamp from the hot tray, pulled one of her fleshy cunt lips out and to the side, and clamped it as she jolted and hissed, repeating the process on the other side. He attached a black nylon cord to each clamp and forced the lips down about 112 inches, appearing to fasten the cords to something out of camera range on her thighs, such as the tops of stockings, or bands around her thighs, or perhaps eyebolts in the floor. Justine uttered a rasping sound of arousal. “Whoo, whoo whoo. . . ” she said breathily, trying to control the excitement she felt from the subjugation to this guy, the bondage and clamping.

Matt noticed that the guy had unusually broad thumbs, just like Justine herself.

The tautness on her arms slackened considerably. The guy held a black anal plug within sight of the lens, coated it thoroughly in the hot tray, and pushed on what was presumably Justine’s back, bending her forward and down till her entire head first appeared and then moved completely below the frame. It was in fact Justine, due to another feature – her cropped, glossy black pageboy hair. She must have been resting her head against the floor so that her ass was in a convenient position to take the plug. The guy’s arms appeared with the plug, jism dripping off it, and she grunted loudly as he shoved it in.

He pulled the bound, clamped, gagged and plugged beauty back up by her hair and re-stretched her toned arms, her meaty lips now covered with cum from the penis gag.

The camera returned to its original position, focusing on her magnificent tits, which were now sweating from the pain of the clamps. The nipples had clearly swollen in excitement. The tormentor rested a willow switch across the top of them as he prepared himself. Matt noticed faint striations covering the flesh, from a previous punishment session. Drops of cum fell from the top of the frame onto her tits. The switch was lifted away.

Suddenly the movie changed into slow-motion and the switch struck both cum-smeared tits across the top with a loud “Thwack!” in such force that the impacted flesh indented. Cum sprayed into the air from the impact and the striped globes bulged outward, the flesh rippling. “Hunnhh!” she uttered, an extended, low-pitched utterance.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The movie changed back from slo-mo to real time. The switch was lifted for another blow, revealing a dark red mark. The woman must have clenched her jaw in pain around the penis gag, because the flow of cum fell more heavily onto the inflamed tit flesh.

There was another sudden switch to slo-mo and the switch struck the tits on the outside and underside, the tit flesh swaying, shaking and rippling, the metal nipple clamps reflecting the light as they moved from the severe blows. After a half dozen hits, the camera sank again to her groin, where the stretched lips glistened with juices that had dripped onto her inner thighs.

The slo-mo continued as the Dom whipped her cunt, drops of pussy juice flying off the swollen inner and outer lips as she came closer to cumming, the inner lips a vibrant red compared to the dusky outer ones. Real time resumed when he pushed a six-inch, accordion-sided dildo into her exposed hole, fastened it with leather straps that went through her legs and came up each side of her ass cheeks to tie around her waist. Once he turned on the dildo, the slut’s hips began bucking back and forth wildly, occasionally shouting into the penis gag. Matt guessed the dildo extended to at least nine inches.