TABOO TALES(erotica)

I arrived back at Heathrow to find Mike, one of my interns, waiting for me. “You got the short straw, eh?” I grinned at him, as we loaded my cases, and he tried not to nod, didn’t quite succeed. I felt for him; I’d spent enough time dogs-bodying to not wish it on anyone else, but someone had to do it, and he got unlucky.

When we got to the flat, he helped me schlep all my stuff in, then headed back to the office to let everyone know that the boss was back, no doubt so they could clear away any incriminating evidence.

I called out for Nia, and she answered from the bedroom, so I grinned, taking my clothes off as I stumbled over furniture in my haste to get naked and go seriously gorilla on her. I burst open the bedroom door, fully expecting to see her naked, looking all sultry and needy, lack of Jamie glowing all over her. Instead she was fully dressed, her glasses perched on her nose, laptop in hand.

“Taking a shower, were you? Bathroom’s that way, Jamie, unless there was something else…?” Damn, my sister’s one sexy piece, and trying to look all surprised and innocent was just pressing one button after another with me.

I gave an inarticulate growl. 3 weeks, 3 fucking weeks. It was more than human flesh was meant to take, you try spending 20 days with a permanent erection, see how much fun that is!

Nia gaped at me, then slowly gave that grin, the one that usually leads to us doing sticky things to each other, young Jamie making a spirited attempt to poke me in the eye. I grabbed her as I kissed her as long and as well as I knew how, her hands sliding around my neck as I fumbled with her bra under her top. She stepped back a moment to yank her top over her head and shrug off her bra, and I pulled her close again and slid my hands down inside the back of her leggings, cupping her lovely pinchable little bum and edging down her leggings. She pushed them all the way off and hooked her panties, but I got there first; I love sliding her panties off, it always leads somewhere nice!

I held her and kissed her some more, while squeezing and massaging her taut little cheeks, my cock sandwiched between us. Nia loves me to nibble on her nipples, and so I dipped down, licking and sucking, her breathing becoming deeper, and her hands found me, one hand cupping and gently squeezing my scrotum while she slowly pumped and squeezed my cock with the other. My hands roamed over her, touching, squeezing, fondling, tactile memory remembering her all over again as her breasts entranced me, my hand slowly working its way between her thighs to gently rub and touch , sliding between her labia to gently part the lips and slowly insert my finger into her, feeling her soft dampness, her heat against my hand. We stood and kissed and explored, gently masturbating each other, her pumping of me firm and rhythmic but not insistent, and my caressing of her vulva and slick little clitoris keeping her on the edge, almost tormenting her, but not cruelly, keeping her on the brink to make her orgasm later all the more intense, a game we had played before and understood the rules of.

I drew back from her, urging her down to the bed, rolling myself on and pulling her with me, Nia on her back, her nipples within reach and too tempting to refuse, her parted thighs an invitation for me to explore again her secret places, an invitation I took up eagerly.

At last, tired of playing, I pulled her on top of me, so I could see her fabulous eyes, kiss her delectable lips, and hold her springy, firm buttocks as I pulled her against me. I wanted to taste her again, and she saw the need in my eyes, and slowly slid herself up my torso, her legs curling around my arms, until her moist little pussy was above my mouth. As she gently undulated against me, I licked and lapped at her, tasting her sweet juices, feeling her labia swell even further as her arousal increased, her eyes closing as she held the headboard of the bed, holding most of her weight off me.

She pressed and rubbed her damp and swollen pussy against my face while I held her buttocks, pushing her against my mouth, my tongue delving and probing inside her. I started swirling gently around her clitoris as it pulsed and thrummed like a little fingertip, and her juices began flooding my mouth as she rode my face, pushing herself more and more insistently against me, until, when I licked hard and sucked her clitoris, she came with a gurgling, heartfelt groan of release, her head thrown back and throat and neck muscles corded with the intensity of her release, her secretions pouring down my lips and chin.

I had to hold her up to stop her slumping down over my mouth and nose, her muscles seemed to not be functioning, so I carefully slid her back down, collecting what I could of her delicious juices (finger-lickin’ good, by the way!) before I wiped down my chin and neck with a facecloth we always kept in the nightstand for just this eventuality…

I held her close until her heartbeat slowed and her breathing became more regular, then she opened her eyes and kissed me gently.

“Welcome home, Polar Bear, is that all you brought me from the fabled Orient?” she grinned, and I couldn’t help but grin, even though I had a pressing problem that I would have liked attending to!

“Oh yes!” she said, and her hand came up to stroke me, wrapping around me and pumping gently, before wriggling around and licking my length, making me groan.

“Oh yes, you like that, don’t you?” she teased, gently blowing and breathing on the head of my cock, teasing me, paying me back for keeping her on the brink for so long.

Her lips slid over the end, and her tongue swirled and licked, tasting me as she licked and sucked, the head swelling as she stimulated me. She began sucking in earnest, her head bobbing as she sucked, the lowered pressure making my cockhead more sensitive, and her tongue washing across the tip of my cock was completely delightful. As she sucked she pumped, and finally, she sucked one last time and dragged her tongue across the slit in the end of my cock. I could hold back no longer, and blasted jet after jet of spunk, 3 weeks’ worth of pent up need in an orgasmic spraying of my seed into her hot and willing mouth. Nia gulped and swallowed as best she could, the sheer volume of ejaculate threatening to choke her as long spurts of semen continued to boil out of me.

At last, I had no more, the flow of spunk diminishing to a trickle. Nia cleaned the last traces of sperm from my cockhead, and popped me out of her mouth, giving Jamie junior a reassuring pat before scooting up to lie next to me, her grin in evidence again.

“I should send you away more often, if you’re gonna go a gusher like that when you get back!” she smiled, and I could only agree. 3 weeks surrounded by girls who looked amazingly like her, it was almost too much to bear, a priapic nightmare. I had deliberately not done anything about it, because I wanted her to get the benefit; apparently she had!

Nia slid up the bed next to me and kissed me, grinning as she drummed her fingers on my chest.

“So what else did you bring me, Jamie, or is that it? she teased, eyes dancing as she rubbed and stroked my chest, feeling my heartbeat slow back to something like normal.

“I have some information for you, princess, the detailed confession of a Police Commander who’s apparently been involved in the child-trafficking racket for decades; you should read this, his name is Minh Thuyet.”

Nia’s ears pricked up. “Thuyet? Isn’t he the one…?” She asked, face no longer amused and playful, now only alert and attentive.

“The very same,” I agreed, “and apparently he’s been a very busy man for years. You need to read this, I can’t, my Tieng Viet isn’t good enough, but I’ve been told it makes for very interesting reading!”

I got up and went to find my note-case, and Nia helped me re-collate the pages as I took them from between the leaves of the project documentation where I’d hidden them from prying eyes.

Nia started reading the densely typed pages, concentration totally focused, eyes scanning the pages like twin lasers, as she read through the detailed confession of the man who’d murdered her uncle and stolen her sister.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

I was suddenly invisible. When I got up to have a shower, Nia didn’t even waver, not noticing as I left, sitting cross-legged on the bed reading, a vertical line between her eyebrows as she read. I knew that line of old, it was her one external sign of deep anger; she was furious.

When I came back into the bedroom, towelling-off my hair, she was sitting at her laptop, still naked, the confession propped up as she made notations on a spreadsheet she was creating. I peered over her shoulder and saw she was creating a timeline, referencing each case that Thuyet had been questioned about against district, approximate date, name, physical description and sex of the child, age of the child when the disappearance was reported, and name of recipient or place where the child was delivered, plus the amount he was paid for each child. That line was still there, so I left her undisturbed; I’d been on the end of a broadside before when that line had been there, I had no wish to set that off tonight, not when she was graduating tomorrow. Besides, I had a couple of things to do while she was distracted, so I did them without any inconvenient questions from her.

After nearly three hours, I heard her sigh and yawn as she stretched, putting her glasses down on her keyboard. She had tears in her eyes, but whether from yawning, or for any other reason, I couldn’t tell.

“Oh Jamie, this is like wading through a cess-pit, I feel so dirty, hug me and make me feel clean again, please, Polar Bear!” she asked me, and of course I did. She looked terrible, sad, and haggard, dull-eyed and exhausted, as though she’d spent a day of hard labour instead of reading 40-something typed pages.