TABOO TALES(erotica)

Suddenly, the shuddering and spasms increased in tempo and intensity, as her orgasm ripped through her. Lori gave a shattering scream, her slick pussy convulsing as her juices flowed over and into me, her body quivering and shaking above me, her thighs clamped around my head as she gave in to the insistence of orgasm, and I kept my mouth clamped on her hungry pussy, giving more, as she went ever higher, one orgasm after another rolling and crashing through her, and far off in the distance, I could hear her, gasping and sobbing, calling my name.

Eventually, the crescendo passed, and she began to come down from her high, which was a relief for me, as breathing was rapidly becoming just a fond memory…

At last, sated and completely fulfilled, Lori rolled off me, sliding down to fit into the crook of my arm, reaching back to stroke the back of my head, and saying, in a voice blurred with sleep, “Don’t fucking tell me you learned THAT in Catholic School, Doctor Man!” before closing her eyes and dropping away almost immediately into a deep, satisfied sleep.

I, however, was not tired. In fact I was exhilarated. I had had a rest, I had made love to my fiancee, and we had cleared the way for our lives together. Lori’s pheromones had jacked-up my own level of wakefulness by several degrees, my brain slowly dissipating the neurotransmitter rush, leaving me, for now, anyway, wakeful and alert. I decided to have a shower, as I reeked of sex, as did the room, so, pulling the sheets over Lori, I opened the windows to let in some of the warm summer breeze to air the room, and went off to have a long and very satisfying shower.

Dressed again, I decided to go and have a fortifying club sandwich in the bar, some coffee, and a good read of the UK newspapers, just to recap on news stories I was actually familiar with. I also made a few calls, making arrangements and tying-up some loose ends. When I was done, and I had judged she’d napped long enough, I ordered some room service for her, fruit juice, coffee, cold cuts, salad, Kaiser Rolls and butter, and headed back to the suite, where I found a sleepy, smiling, hot girl in my bed. How fucking lucky was I?

“Where have you been, Doctor Man?” she enquired.

“Trawling for hookers,” I replied “You were asleep, and I was feeling the urge.”

Lori threw a pillow at me.

“All men are pigs, and must die, in pain, with a spike hammered up their asses” she intoned, before giggling and holding out her arms for a wake-up kiss. The door announcer went off, and I let in the Room Service waiter, tipped him, and waited while Lori got some snacking done.

“How did you know what to get, Davey?” she asked.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“I grew up with you, remember? I know what your favourite wake-up snack is.”

“Thoughtful man” she responded, absently, her attention on her prosciutto, “again, remind me to keep you!”

Lori finished her snack, threw on a robe, and cuddled up next to me on the couch.

“What now Davey?” she asked, looking happy, contented, and, wrapped in the thick bathrobe, suddenly much younger than her 19 years.

“Well,” I began, “we have this dinner tonight, should be interesting, then I have some news. Next week, we have flights booked to London, and a few days at The Cumberland at Marble Arch, in London, followed by a quick spin up to the old place, and then on to a friend’s place in Epsom, in Surrey; he’s off on a secondment in Dubai, so I borrowed his place, it’s a little better appointed than the squalid hovel in South London I share with the cockroaches. We’ll stay there for a month or three while we house-hunt, it’s close enough that I can drive to work with no fuss, but remote enough that when you howl like a baboon in a snare, no-one is going to call the police! We also have a wedding to plan, what say we get married here, first, in Bar Harbor, then do the whole Church, dress, flowers, cake thing with a bit of style in England?”

Lori smiled.

“Sounds like a plan to me, what do we need to do right now, though?”

I looked at my watch.

“Right about… now, our new luggage should be arriving”

On cue, the door announcer went, and I opened the door to let in the Customer Team, pushing a trolley piled with suitcases, flight bags, dress cases and a vanity case, all in calfskin, and with a good, but not showy, label on them.

Lori was astonished at the appearance of all this, asking me where it had all come from. I reminded her, we knew the Concierge, and he knew people, causing her to shake her head.

“Remind me never to try and put one over on you, I just don’t have the organisational skills!”

Nothing would help now, but that she had to go over every piece, marvelling at it, and picking out the ones she wanted to use. As I still had fuck-all clothes, it made little difference to me.

“All right, now” I reminded her, “we have a dinner to go to, please, please wear some regulation underwear, I don’t care what else you wear, you always look stunning, but please no commando, bondage or stripper thongs” I pleaded.

Lori twinkled at me.

“Why Doctor Denham, what KIND of a girl do you think I am; the very idea!”

“Yes, yes, OK, now please, get a shower, time’s a-wasting!” was my response, to which she stuck out her tongue and padded over to the bathroom, her gorgeous backside bobbing and bouncing slightly. It was a very fetching sight, and when she was gone I found myself replaying in my head the sight of her undulating across the room. This train of thought inevitably led to that familiar tightening in my groin, which I tried to ignore.

“You are more than a product of your appetites!” I told myself sternly, followed quickly by “Fuck it, I’m hungry!”

Quickly undressing, and hanging my clothes more or less neatly on the floor, I headed purposefully for the bathroom, erect cock showing me the way.

As I eased open the door, Lori looked over from the entrance to the wet-room, saying “… three, two, and one. What kept you?”

Trying not to show too much haste, I sauntered over to her, noting the way the warm water was rolling down her breasts and dripping from her nipples, and running in rivulets down her belly and over her pudenda.

“Is this a private party, or can I come in too, Little Girl?” I leered at her.

Lori left off soaping herself to run a soapy hand up and down my straining cock, appearing to think about it.

“Move over, you evil wench,” I commanded, “I want to play with you before dinner; your big brother said it was OK!”

She dimpled and pulled me into the wet room by my cock, making sure I got the maximum exposure of her wet and soapy bum, squeezing and relaxing her hold on my cock, making sure I stayed at peak readiness; as if she had anything to worry about on that score!

I stepped up behind her, once again nestling my cock in the cleft of her comely, bumly bum, marvelling at its sheer perfection, as I reached around her to slide my hands under her breasts, the slick flesh warm and slippery, the contact with them exciting and very sexy. I loved this girl, with a deep and spiritual love, but I also fancied the hell out of her and no amount of spiritual connection was going to distract me from the fact that she was an absolutely gorgeous young woman, sexy as all hell, and stacked like a Kansas City poker deck!

Lori looked at me over her shoulder, water droplets glistening on her neck and shoulders, that devilish grin on her face as she soaped-up her hand again, and began deliberately pumping and squeezing my cock, before sliding my cock into her bum-cleft, to begin that slow rise and fall that she did so well, masturbating my cock with her cheeks while I rubbed and frigged her pussy. Her hands drifted up to her nipples, and began rubbing and pulling them in an almost dreamy way, as she closed her eyes and let the multiple spray heads play over both of us. The combination of hot spray, my frigging, and her manipulation of her nipples could have only one result, and she began to breathe in shallow gasps, her pulse threading in the veins in her neck, her head leaning back to rest on my shoulder, and then she came, in long slow waves that buckled her knees and made her hiss with the intensity of her release, only my hand between her legs preventing her from falling to her knees.

“Thank you, Baby” she husked, “now I want to do something for you.”

So saying, she leaned against the wall, her lovely rump tilted up at me, her slick and shiny pussy clearly visible.

“In here Davey, now, please. Show me how you want to make our baby. I love you, Doctor Man; show me how you love me.”

Overwhelmed with love for this beautiful creature, this absolute vision, I took hold of her waist, and let her guide me in, penetrating slowly as she flowered-open to accept my hardness, and then began a slow, pumping rhythm, the oldest dance in the history of man. Lori held her hands flat against the wall, partially supporting my weight as I pumped in and out, and when we found our rhythm, I slid my hand down, to find her clitoris, to rub and massage her bud in the same rhythm as my pumping cock.

Lori began to approach orgasm, I could feel her temperature rising as the flush spread down her body, and I increased the tempo of both my hand and my thrusting cock, giving her all of me in exchange for what she was giving me so willingly. When the dam burst, I felt the ripples in her pussy walls as her uterus convulsed, sending waves of pleasure shooting through her, contracting and relaxing her pussy in a way that I found completely irresistible, and my own heightened sexual response kicked-in, sending a flood of semen pouring into her as I ejaculated again and again, my cock jerking and twitching as I released spurt after spurt of hot baby-maker.