TABOO TALES(erotica)

“I can’t stay still, damn you!” she protested.

“Then we’ll have to do something about keeping you still, won’t we?” He set down the blower, moved behind the stool and pulled her arms behind the chair.

“Since you’re used to having your hands behind your back, hiding ‘recipe’ books and fucking a dildo in your ass, let’s make sure they stay there.” He tied them.

Leaning over, he saw how this new position, with her hands tied, thrust out her breasts. “Now they’ll dry even faster.” He picked up the blower and trained it again on her front. She started to groan and twist again. Although her range of movement was more restricted than before, it was still too much. “Stay still and be quiet,” he said. “I don’t want you yelling like you did with the tea clamps and the perfume bottle.”

“I can’t,” she whined.

Matt removed the belt from his own robe and tied her elbows together, making her reddened tits extend much further up and out. He looked around the kitchen for another item, finally choosing a large, thick-skinned lemon from the center of the fruit bowl. He went to the utility closet and removed three short black rubber bungee cords. He held the lemon in front of her mouth. “Open up.” She compressed her lips and shook her head. “Don’t make me say it again.” He shoved the lemon inside, strapped the cord across the gag and fastened the hooks at the rear of her head. With the other two cords, he fastened her ankles to the chair. She felt as if she was in a dream, tied up, tits exposed and ball-gagged by her son in the middle of the kitchen.

Studying the attachments, he added a bell-shaped one to the blower, turned the heat on to the next higher setting and aimed it at her. The bell-shape focused the heat on a small area. Janice resumed her moans. Saliva seeped from around the lemon. Matt moved the blower till it was only an inch from her sore breast. He held the blower for thirty seconds and plunged it onto her right breast. The attachment was the perfect size to encompass her nipple and areola. She screamed through the gag at the searing heat and, with her heels using the stool’s horizontal bar as leverage, lifted her entire pelvis an inch off the stool. Matt reversed the motor and the entire breast elongated from the powerful suction. Unable to move side to side any longer, she had unconsciously slid down in the seat. Her thighs, golden from her vacation in the sun, were shiny with perspiration. Drool dripped onto her chin.

Matt pulled the blower off her tit. It made a loud sucking noise. The nipple on that breast was a half-inch longer than the other. Without waiting, he shoved the blower onto the other breast and sucked in the flesh. Her pelvis surged like before, her nipple on fire with pain that turned her on.

Matt yanked the blower off her breast, watching the drool drip onto her chest. It sounded like she was saying, “Stop! No more, please!”

The bucking and sliding had lifted her baby doll until her gauzy, clammy panties were completely exposed. They were a light smoky gray, so sheer she looked naked. Despite the material, her pussy was now in full view. He could even see the juices that glistened around the dome of her clit, and between the thick lips, still swollen and inflamed from earlier. He was amazed at how thick and long her clit was, so big it was like a junior prick. He spread the lips apart with one hand and plunged the bell directly onto the clit. Her hips automatically thrust her clit all the way into the bell and she screeched “Cumming. . . cumming, cumming!” as she jerked up and down. He yanked the bell off her throbbing, engorged red clit. It was half again as big as before the heat and suction.

He removed the bell-shape attachment and added a slender, rectangular one, an inch high, four inches long, with a quarter inch opening, the same shape as on vacuum cleaners. Janice’s eyes had been half-closed, dazed, but as soon as she saw the attachment she began whipping her head furiously from left to right, screaming and begging, her eyes wild. He grabbed her hair and yanked it up, her eyes widening. “Ungghhh,” she grunted imploringly. A pool of saliva had collected on her chest. He pointed the blower at her pussy, moving closer at a glacial speed.

“This is because you forgot to pick up razor blades at the drugstore before your vacation, even though I wrote them on the shopping list.” She watched, horrified. He aimed the blower at her livid clit and worked downward. Her juices spilled out of her crack. “This is for not coming to my room tonight to say goodnight.” As the device touched her panties, he shoved the prong into her cunt, the tight panties moving inward, a rip appearing in the thin fabric. Her body sprang up and off the stool. He saw the taut, defined muscles in her thighs, straining to the maximum. He forced in another inch as her screaming increased and a rip showed in the strained material. Her pelvis pistoned up and down on the blower. He pushed in another inch, the gusset of the panties entirely inside her, the material splitting open, and she came, uttering a bestial scream and shuddering in a massive orgasm.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He pressed the release latch so that the wedge-shaped attachment detached from the blower and pulled the main unit out of her slit, leaving the wedge hanging from her cunt. Her head lolled listlessly to the side, barely conscious, strands of saliva flowing down to the stool bottom. There was a puddle of pussy juice seeping out from under her cunt.

Matt unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his hard cock. “Mother,” he called, pumping his prick, but she was unresponsive. More loudly, he called “Mother!” Her head turned to face him, her eyes so heavily lidded they were barely seeing. As their eyes made contact, he aimed his cock at her head and after a few cursory strokes, let loose a deluge of semen, jets of cum splashing onto her hair, quickly moving down to spray her face, breasts, belly, pussy and thighs. She was amazed at the quantity, her mouth hanging open in wonder. When he saw that, he directed his cock toward her mouth, which quickly filled up. It’s about time, she thought, that she finally caught a live load entirely in her mouth. She swallowed and fell back, passing out.

Squeezing the last strands of semen onto her shaved mound, Matt regarded her. Janice looked like a cascading waterfall of cum. It dripped off her thick eyebrows onto her cheeks, fell off her chin onto her breasts, descended from her nipples to her belly, oozed from the wedge attachment onto the stool. There was so much sperm on her that she looked like the aftermath of a gangbang with a half dozen guys.

He reached for his camera, conveniently sitting on the counter, although he didn’t remember leaving it there. He loved having a digital camera, and especially loved having such good shots to take. Not to mention a subject so cooperative that, when he was photographing, he never once had to instruct her to be still!

Stay tuned for Janice’s wardrobe makeover.

A Laced-Up Family-Style Dinner, Wardrobe Makeover and Fun with Funnels

In the morning, Janice had trouble opening her eyes. They felt practically sealed shut. She figured they must be encrusted with sleep. Her body must have been red hot last night, because she’d kicked the sheet and blanket to the bottom of the bed. She figured she’d been so exhausted that she’d forgotten to remove her robe. As the memory of last night dimly returned, Matt appeared in her doorway. Her face flushed, remembering more of last night’s depraved humiliation. She was too ashamed to look him in the face, remembering the incredible feeling of the hot air blasting her breasts and being forced into her cunt.

“I bet you slept soundly last night,” he said, smirking. “Now look at this room. What a mess! Get up.” She stood, shakily. “And I’m starving. Before you change or shower, you have to make breakfast for us. Sit up.” She obeyed groggily. She remembered that her baby doll was filthy. It was covered with dried white spots and splotches and in such a state that it stuck to her chest in many places. “Spread your legs.” Humiliated, yet too sleepy to oppose, she complied. Matt realized her panties were still stuck inside her cunt. “Clasp your hands behind your back.” It felt good for her to stretch. The position extended her breasts. He placed his pointer finger in her cunt but could not get a good hold of the fabric. He added in his thumb. She moaned as he pulled out the torn, sopping fabric. “Put these back on after you pee. Don’t wash up.”

After peeing, she gasped as she saw herself in he mirror. It was one thing to wake up in your baby doll, quite another to see your chest covered with white stains. Even worse were the lumps of white all over her eyes, face and conspicuous in her jagged, tufted clumps of jet-black hair. Streaks of it ran down her bare thighs, visible beneath the baby doll, so short it barely covered the panties. Disgusted by Matthew’s order, yet compliant, she gingerly pulled the sticky panties back on and stood before the bathroom mirror.

In the kitchen, Janice felt even more degraded than she had felt standing in front of Matthew in the bedroom. However, there were no signs that anything unusual had happened last night. She prepared breakfast. As she and Matthew were sitting down, her face burned. Her blow dryer attachments were on the table, as if Matthew was intentionally trying to shame her, but she dared not say anything about them.

Before they could begin eating breakfast, the phone rang. “Hello, Darielle. Was your flight OK? You mean tonight? Hold on, I’ll ask Matthew.” She felt even more humiliated, talking with her best friend in front of her son, her cum-splattered baby doll just a couple of feet from his face. “Is it all right if I go out with Darielle tonight?”

“No. You missed a yoga class before your trip, so you really need to stretch, don’t you?” She nodded.

“Then tell her I’m going to teach you a new kind of yoga tonight.” She repeated his reply into the phone. “And that you’ll be tied up both tonight and tomorrow.” Blushing furiously, she repeated his words to Darielle. “She wants to know what’s happening tomorrow night?”