Forbidden Temptations (A Collection of Steamy, 18+ Tales)

Go wild

MICHELLE PEYTON

There were so many people here.

I tried my best not to stare at the naked bodies moving in front of me. It was as if I’d fallen into a dystopian world where nakedness was normal. Everyone was going around their usual business ignoring the obvious which made my journey through it a little less awkward.

Corey had followed me for the most part but she had tossed her robe aside and disappeared into a room with her ass bouncing. It didn’t help that she had wished me luck before she left. She always wished me luck and yet somehow s**t always ended up going sideways.

There were some guys around a pool table with really nice d***s. I tried to focus on their faces but my eyes kept moving down. Below the belt. The danger zone.

Freaking out that someone there was going to catch me watching and call me an imposter(which I was starting to feel like), I walked to a table and grabbed a styrofoam cup then filled it with the drink. I spilled the f*****g drink staring at a d**k that looked like it had belonged to a horse.

I gaped at the guy with a horse d**k. He had brown hair with a wiry body that was built never to get muscles which didn’t matter especially with what he was packing. With clothes, he was a 2 but without them, the dude was a straight 10.

“Hey.” He turned to face me.

I’d been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed he had gotten so close. He was too close for me to risk looking down. My eyes struggled to maintain a straight zipline connection with his.

Don’t look down… Please don’t f*****g look down! I tried to will my mind but the temptation was just too great.

“I’m not sure I’ve seen a redhead here except for you.” He winked. “An all-natural redhead that is.”

I tried to speak but my words shuffled in my mouth so I just blushed, giggled nervously, and gobbled half the drink in my cup.

“I’m Alan.” He said moving close with his hands stretched. His d**k was so close to me. My hand twitched in a reflex spasm ready to grab the bad boy.

Alan, you have a really big p***s.

“I’m Michelle,” I said, shaking his hard hand.

“Michelle, nice. Your t**s are wonderful by the way.” He winked at me.

Wait, what?! Are we allowed to compliment people’s “stuff”?

“Can we do that?” I asked. “Like compliment the uhm,”

“Sure.” He nodded confidently.

“Out there in the real world, I’m a nobody but in here I’m like a f*****g god. At my first s*x party, I was nervous too just like you are but I soon discovered my d**k certified me so here I am now. My twenty-fifth s*x party.”

I gasped. “Wow. That’s a lot.”

And you have a really big p***s.

“Thanks.” He said, bowing.

Something rubbed against my cold thigh and looking down I noticed it was his d**k which was about to get hard.

“Sorry about that. The pill I took is about to kick in and when it does, it’s the inner room for me.”

I didn’t know but somehow talking to him had helped me tackle my nerves. That and the crazy string drink I’d gobbled like a moron.

Alan’s d**k was almost in full size and I had to step aside to avoid being poked. It was magnificent how big it was. I tried to imagine him shoving something that massive into a girl’s v****a at full length. It’d probably split her in two

“You can touch it if you want,” Alan said following my eyes.

I tried to protest but he assured me it was fine. “Everyone wants to touch it. Sometimes even the dudes but for those I take a small charge.”

“I don’t have any money on me.” I grinned nervously.

“Go for it. It’s on the house.”

I took a deep breath hoping it would steady my nerves but it didn’t even a second deep breath didn’t do s**t for me. Here goes nothing.

My hand grabbed hold of his c**k from the stem and moved up to the tip. It was hard and rough just as it should be. I could feel veins throbbing.

“Wow.” I moaned out before I could stop myself. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just go wild.”

With that, he left.

I had to be alone to notice there was something wrong. Something was happening to my body that I couldn’t explain. My v****a…

My finger felt along my thigh to confirm it was slippery with fluid. My v****a was dripping all over the place. I tried to control it but it just wasn’t natural. It was different.

I looked at the cup in my hand suspiciously.

The table wasn’t far from where I stood. I struggled to walk back to it with my heart beating rapidly. I couldn’t think about anything else apart from an unstoppable desire to f**k and be f****d.

“Sorry,” I said to the girl dancing in front of the table. She was in charge of the drink and I noticed how clean and waxed her v****a was in contrast to mine. I’d never taken a razor down there in my life.

“Yeah?” She responded barely paying attention to me.

“Did you put anything ― extra into this?” I waved the cup in my hand.

My v****a was starting to feel like it was on fire. I was having a hard time focusing on what I was doing.

“Sure.”

Sure? She just said sure. I didn’t imagine it. OMG!!!

“What did you put in it?”

She didn’t respond. She was too busy dancing to the music blasting on the headphone she had on. I felt like a trapped animal locked in a cage that kept shrinking until there was no wiggle room left for me.

“What did you f*****g put in it?!” I yelled louder than I should.

“You’d know when it hits.” She winked, giving me a thumbs up I didn’t need.

Fucking hell! I knew going out with Corey was generally a shitty idea but I hadn’t been expecting this.

My v****a felt like it was on fire. The heat started from outside and crept in spreading through the entire f*****g place.

I ran as fast as I could. I needed to find the bathroom fast and masturbate. The bathroom I found was filled up. I could hear loud agonizing moans coming from each and every one of them.

I felt like I ng to lose my mind. My only choice was to masturbate out in the open like a shameless skank.

NO! No, there has to be another way.

Just when I’d given up all hope and was about to accept my fate, roll up into a fetal ball and cry my eyes out, a door at the far end of the mansion called out to me. It looked like a tool shed.

I ran as fast as my legs would take me until I got to the door and burst in sure it would be empty but it wasn’t. There was a girl in a bunny mask and she looked like she was about to touch herself.

“I’m sorry for the intrusion.” I said, trying hard to control the shaking in my legs.

The girl squinted at me for a second. “Peyton?”

That voice. That annoying revolting bitchy voice!

Jean!