TABOO TALES(erotica)

“Then, Miss Loretta Louise Cavenham Keene, Dearest Lori, may I be the first to congratulate you and welcome you to the United Kingdom, in the name of Her Britannic Majesty, Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, Queen of Great Britain, Her Dominions and Dependent Territories, and Head of the Commonwealth of Nations.”

(I was aware that this, the whole speech etcetera, wasn’t the usual protocol, or rather it was, but never used, because it was boring and dull, but Richard was making a production of it for Lori, hoping, I suppose, to impress her with the nature and history of the country she was hopefully going to make her home. I was less than impressed, but then I’m blase about Britain’s history because I’m from there, and I know what they used to get up to; I’ll elaborate no further, except to say that Britain’s history isn’t all about great monarchs ruling in imperial splendour…)

Lori sat wide eyed, her eyes glittering like violet diamonds, absolutely still, as the formal speech rolled on, until Uncle Richard stepped around his desk, offered her his arm, and handed her passport to her as he raised her up.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She still said nothing, just looked at him, until I nudged her, whereupon she once again hugged him, whispering “Thank you, you wonderful man!” Her eyes brimmed over, and I scrabbled for a handkerchief, feeling a bit wet-eyed and weak-kneed myself; it was finally real; my girl was coming home with me to marry me!

Aunt Sophie hugged Lori again, saying “Come with me dear, let’s fix your makeup, the boys are taking us to lunch, aren’t they?” with a meaningful look over her shoulder.

Ladies Who Organise, never, ever cross them or get in their way!

I could only grin and nod foolishly, anticipation tingling in my whole mid-section. I didn’t want to go to lunch; I wanted to pin my girl to a bed and nail her backside to it with my cock!

Richard looked at me in twinkle-eyed amusement.

“I know that look, y’know, you looked just exactly like your father for a second there. Calm down, old son, you have all the time in the world!”

The ladies came back, and we headed out for lunch at a charming little French bistro Richard knew. When we’d finished, Sophie announced she was taking Lori shopping, politely telling me to get lost; they had girl-shopping to do, and I’d be in the way. I asked Lori to get me some cotton or linen shirts, no man-made fabric, and left them to it while I strolled with Richard back to the consulate, chatting about life and family, and then went shopping for a present for my girl.

3 hours later, I wandered back to the consulate, as agreed, to be met by Lori, Sophie, and another heap of bags, boxes, and packages.

Lori showed me the shirts and underwear she had bought me, and I gave her the present I had bought her, an antique blue-tinged diamond pendant.

“It goes with your eyes, Kitten!” I told her, while Sophie looked on approvingly, “and it’s also for your wedding day; you know, ‘something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue’.”

I hadn’t forgotten Sophie, though. For her I had bought an exquisite Art-Deco diamond, emerald and polished jet tiger brooch, the most sophisticated jewel I could find for such an elegant lady. Sophie gasped, her eyes bright, before hugging me, saying “You are so much like your poor, dear father! Thank you, David.”

For Richard, I had found a vintage Glashutte chronometer watch, which I asked Sophie to give him with love from Lori and me. The ladies had already been plotting and planning the wedding in England, so, knowing we would see them again soon enough, we took our leave, bundled all Lori’s purchases into a taxi, and headed back to the hotel.

Once inside our suite, I tried to at least look at the stuff she had bought for me, but Lori had other ideas.

“So, moneybags, again you buy me diamonds, what gives?” she purred seductively.

“Well known aphrodisiac, Darling Girl, is it working?” I asked innocently.

For answer, she closed in, one hand on my belt while the other began squeezing and rubbing the bulge in my trousers, her lips drawing closer to mine.

“Now that we’re almost married, I feel like taking advantage of you, Darling Boy, any objections?”

With my hands busily groping and kneading her wonderful bum cheeks, lifting and separating them, marvelling at the heft and firm springiness, the perfect globes fitting my hands so well, the pneumatic quality of them a wonder and a tremendous turn-on, I was in no shape to answer her; my throat had actually locked with my need for her!

I shook my head, while I still had coherent thought left, busily sliding down her panties and pushing my hands up her back under her dress, hoping to get high enough to unhook her shoulder straps from the inside and yank her dress off.

Lori left off groping me for a second, slipping off her dress straps, and I took hold of the material, sliding the dress down her marvellous body and onto the floor, with me ogling her soft curves and firm clear skin, before once again starting my explorations, rubbing, squeezing, touching, stroking, kissing and nibbling; I was like a starving man at a gourmet banquet; with so many treats, where do you begin?

Her hand on my cock was becoming more urgent as I teased and stroked her, a flush slowly spreading as her arousal grew, and my cock felt like an iron bar, the tightness in my groin almost unbearable.

Lori broke away from me to yank my shirt over my head, finally managing to get my trousers undone, and tugged them down, along with my shorts, for me to step out of them. Meanwhile, I had levered off my loafers, to stand in front of her, as naked as she was, my penis engorged and arching out, the head fully emerged, purple and glossy, the skin stretched tight.

Lori took hold of my naked cock, slowly pumping it, her bottom lip between her teeth, a sure sign she had something planned. Turning away from me, she once again backed her beautiful bum against my cock, trapping it in her bum-cleft, while I reached around her to clasp her marvellous breasts, squeezing her nipples between my fingers, rubbing and rolling the rubbery nubs as she reached behind me to link her fingers behind my neck.

That done, she began that wonderful up… down… up… down motion I found so irresistible, clenching her firm muscular buttocks around my cock as she slid up and down.

Lori knew I adored this, as I got to play with her breasts, kiss and lick her neck, and she could feel my hardness on her as she masturbated me.

One of my hands moved away from pinching her nipple, and Lori murmured in protest, so I moved my arm across both breasts, and Lori started rubbing both her nipples from side to side on my forearm, stimulating herself.

My free hand slid down her body, to caress her moist pussy, her clitoris already engorged and hard, standing proud of its sheath, and I gently rubbed and twirled it, knowing this was what she liked. Her breathing quickened in response, and she began to mutter “yes… yes… do that… yes…” as I slowly, gently frigged her.

I started sliding my finger, then two fingers into her tight, moist vagina, the succulent flesh lubricated by the juices running freely from her now, and her clitoris was slick with her juices, hard and oily, a sure sign she was almost there. I continued to rub and slide into her, Lori murmuring constantly now as I increased the pressure and speed, and her breathing escalated, coming in short gasping bursts, her orgasm almost upon her.

When she came, it was with a loud groan, trembling against me as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her, her pussy clamping and releasing convulsively on my probing fingers, a deep flush spreading up across her upper torso, her neck, and her face, making her lips, innocent of lipstick, swell and darken to an almost wine red, beads of perspiration bursting out on her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and the back of her adorable neck, smelling absolutely heavenly, like spicy candy, tasting tangy and sharp, making me even harder.

She sagged, and I eased her to the carpet, following her down, to kneel behind her as she shook in reaction, her orgasm trailing away. Eventually she recovered enough to look over her shoulder at me, a little disoriented, but smiling and contented.

“Hello Darling Boy!” she whispered, “That was nice, go to the top of the class! And now I have something for you!”

With that, she straightened out from where she leaned on me, on to her hands and knees, arching her back to make her magnificent arse tilt upwards, her open labia and vulva clearly visible as she presented to me.

“Davey, I want you to double-fuck me, OK?” she grinned, “You said you were going to monkey-fuck me, now’s your chance, Stud-Boy!”

Shaking with lust, once again in the throes of adrenaline-assault, I knelt-up straight behind her, my cock pointing at her labia, my target, and stretched forward, holding her hips to bring her to me. I was going to slip it in slowly when I remembered; ‘monkey-fuck, eh?’