Dirty, Sexy, Taboo (21 page)

He shouted something unintelligible to the ceiling and I knew he was pouring his load into the condom. His thrusts became erratic and the knowledge that he’d blown his wad touched off a firestorm inside me. I came harder than ever before. I was shaking, crying, moaning, losing myself in the sensations as they crashed over me in endless waves of carnal delight. Bradley withdrew from my ass and we both collapsed on the bed. My hips ached and my knees protested but the cresting waves of pleasure blotted out everything else until they finally receded to tiny pulsing remnants of what they’d been.

It was several minutes before either of us could speak. Finally, Bradley struggled to sit up and pull the used condom from his cock. He dropped it into the trash and fell back against the bunched pillows. A moment after our breathing returned to normal and our heart rates had slowed enough to make a sentence, Bradley turned to me in earnest, saying, “I’ll break up with her if you just say the word.”

I smiled, both inside and outside, crowing just a bit. There was a sweetness about his offer that even I, a free-wheeling slut, couldn’t deny. But in the end, I knew I couldn’t do that to him. Frankly, I would destroy him. I wasn’t meant for monogamy but he was.

I let my hand slide along his lower jaw, appreciating the strength I saw there, and decided to give him some advice. “Leave her because she’s no good for you; not for me. She’s a spoiled brat bitch who doesn’t give a shit about you, only your money. If you stay with her, you’re dooming yourself to a lifetime of misery.”

His disappointment was sharp but my blunt advice seemed to resonant on some level. “We’ve been having problems for a while,” he admitted. “It was different before…”

“Well, there you go,” I said cheerfully. “There’s your answer. If you were happy there was no way you’d have let me fuck you. It just wouldn’t have happened.”

“I don’t know…you’re pretty hot,” he disagreed, his gaze already hungry for more. I laughed and pushed at him. “What? I’m serious…you’re the hottest chick I’ve ever seen. I don’t think there’s any guy with eyeballs in his head and a functioning dick that could refuse what you have.”

“Ohh, you flatter me,” I said, smiling and climbing from the bed to walk naked to his living room where my clothes were. He followed. I quickly dressed, secretly loving how I could smell his musk on my body. The smell of sex was intoxicating, in my opinion.

“So I take it you’re not interested in making you and me a thing?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe, his flaccid cock lying against his thigh and reminding me of our good times together.  I sighed. Such a nice cock. I’ll miss it for sure.

“I’m always up for a good fuck,” I said with a cheeky grin. “But a relationship? Just not my style. You know?”

“Somehow I get that,” he admitted reluctantly. “Can’t say that I didn’t wish things were different.”

“Don’t be getting all mushy on me now,” I chastised him lightly to shoulder my gun bag. His eyes alighted on the airsoft bag but before he could get any bright ideas, I set him straight. “I don’t really play. I just needed a good way to get into your head, and then your bed.”

“Sneaky,” he noted with a shake of his head.

“I like to think of it as efficient. And it worked,” I reminded him.

“You’re right. A hot chick who plays airsoft…I should’ve known it was a ruse.”

I laughed. “Maybe. But who knows…” I opened the door, then glanced at him sidewise. “No kiss goodbye?”

“I won’t be able to stop at a kiss,” he warned, shaking his head.

“Fair enough,” I allowed. “Thanks for the good time, Bradley. It was well worth my time. I have to say…thanks to you…freshman year is looking up.”

He looked stunned. “You’re a freshman?”

“Oh yes. Didn’t I tell you? Your girlfriend Sarah was my enrollment buddy. She’s a peach, by the way,” I gave him a dark smile. “Thanks to her I have so many great memories of my first week at Vernon U.”

At that I let myself out.

And I couldn’t stop grinning.

***

The next week as I expected her to, Sarah B. found me as I was sunning myself on the lawn next to the English department. She was pissed.

“You told my sorority mom that I was responsible for your little frat party incident,” she accused, her nostrils flaring in an unattractive show of pique.

I removed my sunglasses and stood to face her. “Oh, yeah…I figured she ought to be made aware of your involvement and the reason I had to file a complaint against the sorority. I mean, you’re supposed to be guiding young freshmen, not serving them up to horny frat boys for kicks. It’s bad for the image, you know. Vernon U is trying to root out those rumors that it’s not safe for incoming students. It’s a
thing
, you know. Some movement by the administration to increase enrollment in these hard economic times.” I narrowed my gaze at her. “And your little stunt flies in the face of that movement.”

“You bitch,” she said in a low, threatening voice that didn’t scare me in the least. I’d faced down tougher bitches than she could ever hope to be with her perfectly manicured fingers and ridiculously expensive purse and shoes. “You’re going to pay for that.”

“Doubtful. But let me tell you something. I’ve also managed to let the people at the old folks home know why their valuables seem to be disappearing at an alarming rate. I managed to talk them into installing a security camera into the rooms of their patients and you’d be
amazed
at what they discovered.”

Sarah B. paled beneath her fake tan and swallowed, suddenly looking a lot less confident and bitchy than she had a few seconds prior to my revelation and I was nearly chortling with anticipatory glee at what was to come. “How could you do this? I could go to jail for something like this,” she said, having the audacity to look wounded. “All of this over a few stupid pictures? It’s fucking
college
for God’s sake. We all have naked pictures of ourselves somewhere!”

“Oh, I could really care less about the pictures. I mean, I’ll admit, I was seriously peeved at first but really, it’s the principle, you stupid twit. You fucked with my life because you thought you could. And you really should find out who you’re fucking with before you do it.”

Sarah B. swallowed, turning a sickly color that was not flattering in the least and as I gathered my things to go to my next class, I left her with one final thought, “You know, people like you are like scabs on the face of humanity. You take and give nothing and you appreciate nothing until it’s gone. Well, here’s something else you should know…that guy you took for granted…he’s about to leave you for someone who will appreciate him and all his talents. So say goodbye to all his money and his influence because he’s moving on to someone better.”

“Fuck you,” she said hotly. “You don’t know Bradley. He loves me. I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Just ask him,” she added, a touch of her previous arrogance returning, which made my next punch that much more satisfying.

I pivoted on my heel and simply smiled angelically. “Really?” I said, amused. “Because I believe I fucked the shit out of your boyfriend just last week. And I don’t remember your name coming up at all.” She gasped and I laughed at her outrage. “That’s right, bitch. Who’s laughing now?”

I left her struggling to dial her cell phone, presumably to call Bradley but that didn’t matter to me. My work was done. My goal, accomplished.

Besides, I had a chemistry final to study for and a college professor in my sights. Rumor had it, beneath those tweed jackets beat the heart of a pervert and I was game to find out, just how perverted he was.

Chances were…not half as perverted as me.

But what the hell?

I was down with a little extracurricular activity.

After all, wasn’t college all about new experiences?

By Alexx Andria

Have you ever had one of those really shameful fantasies that you didn’t dare speak aloud for fear that someone might give you that
look
? You know the look that says, “You’re a freak of nature!” Well, I have one of those and it’s a doozy.

Just thinking of it now, my pussy lips have started to tingle and my juices have started to trickle —
 
it’s that powerful.

But here’s the thing…as you might suspect, it’s a little weird. Well, okay, it’s a lot weird but it turns my crank like you wouldn’t believe.

Curious?

All right, if you promise to keep my secret I’ll tell you…here goes: I want to be fucked by Santa.

Oh, c’mon, you know deep down you want it, too. I mean, he’s a guy who always knows what you want, his big bulky body has to be fairly strong to handle all those reindeer and he drives a freakin’ magic sleigh! That’s
hawt
, if you ask me.

And those white whiskers and long, flowing beard…I shudder just to think of those whiskers tickling me in soft and pink places.

But it’s just a fantasy. I mean, Santa isn’t real, right? So it’s not like I’m going to get what I want on
my
Christmas list anytime soon. At least that’s what I thought…

It was Christmas Eve and I’d spent it with my girlfriends, drinking wine and getting lit talking about girl stuff and the subject inevitably turned to sex, as it always does when the girls get to drinking, and I, sort of, admitted my secret fantasy.

They were just drunk enough to think I was being kinky and laughed it off. One friend suggested I screw the mall Santa —
 
which was really gross; that guy was a lecherous drunk —
 
and another suggested I get an ex-boyfriend to dress up as the Jolly guy in exchange for some hot ex-sex. I laughed with them and we drank more wine but an idea had begun in my chardonnay-soaked brain that by the time I got home, I just had to act on.

Sometimes wishes came true, right?

Maybe mine would.

I wriggled out of my lavender lace panties and placed them on the small table by the fireplace, all the while laughing at my own actions, then scribbled a short note. It read something like this:

Dear Santa,

I’ve been a bad, bad girl but I have something sweet for you! Come find me, big boy and I’ll give you something to remember that will warm up those frosty nights!

Yours truly,

Cari

I stumbled naked to my bed and fell quickly asleep with a tipsy smile.

Who knew that Santa —
 
the big guy in red with the round belly and the long white beard — was not only real but incredibly horny and looking for someone just like me.

“Someone’s been a
very
naughty girl,” a voice said in my ear and I jumped awake. I opened my eyes and found myself staring in the smiling eyes of none other than Kris Kringle!

“No fucking way,” I breathed, wondering if I were still dreaming. “This can’t be real.”

The man —
 
who was either Santa or a very convincing look-a-like Santa burglar —
 
grinned and held up my lavender panties by the tiny string and said, “The note said there was something sweet for me…well, ho, ho, ho, I’m here to collect!”

This could either be one amazing night of fantasy come true, or a nightmare. I licked my lips. “Prove you’re Santa,” I dared.

Santa tossed his red cap and began unbuttoning his thick fur-lined jacket. “And how would like me to do that, my sweet?”

“I don’t know…” I floundered, wondering exactly what would convince me. Then I hit upon something. “If you’re really Santa then you know every naughty girl or boy in the world and what they’ve done…tell me something I’ve done to land on the naughty list.”

He chuckled as he unbuckled his pants and let them fall, surprising me when I saw that he went commando underneath all that crushed red velvet. “Let’s see…there was that time you stole eyeliner and let your girlfriend take the blame…
tsk
,
tsk
…or how about the time you cheated on your math final in the eleventh grade? More specific? Here’s one of my favorites…the time you experimented with your college roommate and she let you eat her sweet, virgin pussy. I rather liked that one.” He climbed onto the bed and I shivered. “How’s that for a trip down Naughty Lane?”

By this point, Santa was completely buck naked and I could see every detail in the dim light of my bedroom from the thick pelt of hair on his chest to the fat thick cock that jutted impressively from beneath his “bowlful of jelly.”

“Holy shit…you’re really…Oh.My.God!” I squeaked and he laughed with amusement at my reaction. But could you blame me? How many times did a fantasy come to life? Not ever! Now that the preliminaries were out of the way, Santa didn’t waste time and suddenly, his stout body was on top of mine. His mushroom-headed monster was nudging at my pussy, eager to dive in and I tittered with mad glee. This was insane and awesome at the same time! “I like it rough, Santa,” I told him, giggling when his fat finger went searching for my wet hole.

“Rough, eh?” he said, plunging his digit into my pussy and working it inside, testing my slick depths. He grunted in approval and withdrew his finger only to slide it beneath his nose before popping it into his mouth to taste me. “Niiiice,” he murmured, wasting no time in sliding down my body to dive right into my muff with his white whiskered face. His tongue wiggled between my pussy lips and I gasped as a wild sensation arced through me. His finger plunged back inside me, working that G spot while his tongue worked my clit.