A Couple's Journey Through Sexual Taboo Parts 1 to 4.

By Victoria Massey

This book summarizes the first 4 volumes of this series, chronicling the journey of a young couple who takes their vanilla sex life and sees just how far they can take it. The couple's thrilling quest for the ultimate sexual thrill takes them on a journey that ultimately involves themselves, some strangers, some friends, some toys, and a whole pile of sinful new memories!

This series is comprised of 4 previously published stories including:

Don't Make a Sound
Fuck Me for the Camera
Fill My Ass Please
Eat My Pussy Like a Woman, Fuck Me Like a Man

The series is approximately 32,000 words and includes themes of straight sex, female masturbation, voyeurism, toys, anal sex, double penetration, lesbian sex, three-way intercourse, public sex, male domination, tease and denial, and video recorded sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Victoria Massey
• Release date: Jan 1, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301860395

Victoria Massey

Victoria Massey is a 28 year old from the Canadian Prairies who enjoys writing erotica while working towards her Masters degree in Public Health. She's a lifelong casual writer who previously wrote for several now defunct music websites, her university newspapers, and for her own (self) pleasure along the way. After receiving encouragement from her friends she decided to publish her erotic literature in the winter of 2012. Please feel free to contact Victoria with comments or questions at: [e-mail] victoriamassey.com XOXO

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A Couple’s Journey Through Sexual Taboo Pts 1-4.

Victoria Massey

Copyright 2012 by Victoria Massey.

Smashwords Edition 2013.

Kelly and Rick have traveled down the road of sexual taboo together and so far loved every moment of it. While Kelly has been leading the charge, Rick now takes control and teaches Kelly how hot it can be to be dominated as she openly lusts for Rick to use her as a living sex toy. The couple's arousal gets the best of them as they rapidly expand their tastes, leading to Kelly's first experience with a woman and also her first experience sharing Rick with another woman. Needless to say, the three of them have a great time creating memories they'll never forget!

Introduction to the Series

The following tale is a multi part series; at the time of publication 4 parts have been written but more may be added at a later date. The version at the time of publication includes the following:

Don’t Make a Sound

Fuck Me for the Camera

Fill My Ass Please

Eat My Pussy Like a Woman, Fuck Me Like a Man

While not strictly necessary to read the stories in order as each individual tale contains its own titillating anecdotes, the reader is advised to, if possible, read all four stories in the proper order as they are arranged chronologically and demonstrate the characters’ progressive escalation of depravity.

Thank you for your purchase and I look forward to satisfying your every fantasy in the future.

Table of Contents

Introduction to the Series

Don’t Make a Sound

Fuck Me For the Camera

Fill My Ass Please

Eat My Pussy Like a Woman, Fuck Me Like a Man

Summary of Series

Don’t Make a Sound

Bathroom. Five minutes, came the command spoken just slightly too loudly for comfort into Kelly’s left ear, accompanied by an insistent firmness from the pants of her husband at her buttocks.

Kelly dropped her head, letting her auburn hair drop to hide her blushing cheeks. Great Aunt Margaret kept right on complaining about her nosy neighbours from across the kitchen island, deaf to Kelly and Rick. Kelly quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard Rick’s order, and was satisfied to see that nobody had apparently overheard. When she felt her the warmth in her cheeks dissipate, Kelly turned over her shoulder and gave Rick a knowing nod, afraid that speaking out loud would reveal a tremor of excitement.

It was Christmas day and Kelly and Rick were playing host to Kelly’s extended family. Her parents had divorced four years ago but put on a good show of being friendly when family functions required them to be in the same room; Rick’s parents still lived half way across the country. Still, between Kelly’s folks, her grandparents, half a dozen aunts and uncles including senile old Great Aunt Margaret, and Darren, her Dad’s lifelong best friend, their tiny starter home was packed to the rafters. This was Kelly’s first time hosting the family for Christmas and the stress of it had been more overwhelming than she’d anticipated.

When is the wedding Kristy? Grea t Aunt Margaret croaked.

Aunty it’s me, Kelly, she gently corrected, wondering silently if Margaret ever knew a Kristy or if her mind was simply mixing up reality with her soaps again. We were married three years ago, remember? At the Farthing Club?

Oh yes of course, the Farthing Club! Did I ever tell you about when they built that club? See Roger Farthing owned a paper mill and….

Margaret! Where are my pills?

Saved by Uncle Leonard. Kelly had heard her aunt ramble about the Farthing club hundreds of times; Margaret and Leonard were married at the club in 1954 and choosing the venue for her and Rick’s wedding was meant to be an honor to her great aunt and uncle. Sadly, Margaret’s dementia had progressed since then and she often forgot Kelly and Rick’s nuptials.

Three years of married life had been good to Kelly. Mostly. Without kids – something she’d been reminded of at least a dozen times today already – Kelly and Rick were left to live the good life. She wasn’t as fit as she had been on the day of the wedding but Kelly could still turn heads. She exercised regularly, had never smoked, and made an effort to stay healthy, but it seemed to Kelly that fighting the aging process was getting more difficult as time went on. She often worried that the recent downturn in her and Rick’s sex life was a measure of her attractiveness, though Rick always told her otherwise. It was work, it was life, it was just… things getting in the way. Still, Kelly took pride in her appearance and tried her best to stay in shape. Could she still fit into her wedding dress she wondered?

Then again, getting out of the wedding dress had been even more fun than getting into it. Kelly and Rick weren’t virgins on the day of their wedding – this was 2009, not 1959 – but she’d never had a night like that either before or since. Rick had booked a room at the hotel adjacent to the Farthing Club and the two of them could barely keep their hands off each other in the elevator after the reception. The security cameras, if there were any in the elevator, would have caught Rick pushing Kelly up against the wall, one leg up around his waist, his rock hard cock nudging at her tingling mound through her panties. Kelly sighed and remembered all of her senses from that night, deeply embedded in her memory. The slight tickle down her back as Rick pulled loose the strings of the corset; the cool release as her breasts were suddenly exposed to the air when the corset fell away, nipples erect with anticipation. The earthy musk of Rick, a mix of sweat from being stuck in the tuxedo all day, alcohol from their celebrations, and pheromones from his excitement, all right under he nose as he kissed and nuzzled her neck from behind.

Kelly smiled slightly remembering how she’d guided his hands to her exposed breasts and pushed her ass into the bulge in his crotch, her lacy dress pooled at her feet on the floor. Kelly turned around and in one smooth motion, pulled Rick’s tie off with one hand while tugging on his belt with the other. His now free hands had cupped her perky ass, the tips of his fingers inching down towards the heat emanating from her specially chosen white wedding day panties.

Rick could barely contain his animal passion that night. She shivered at the memory. After letting his tuxedo pants fall to meet Kelly’s dress on the floor, his eight inch member standing at attention in the dim light of their honeymoon suite, Rick had taken her by the waist with a strength she could never overcome – not that she’d wanted to – and turned her back to face the bed, firmly but tenderly flexing her torso down to once again push her sweet ass into that beautiful cock of his.

Rick was not the take your time type. Normally he was the type of guy to go right for the main attraction and fuck her silly. Not that there was anything wrong with that; he had an amazing cock, knew how to use it, and knew how to read her like a book. But teasing her was not normally in his repertoire and Kelly’s engorged lips were lusting for the caress of his sweet member. When he held back, she got desperate.

Please… was the only word she’d been able to say, her brain muddled by the alcohol from their party, lust, and sensory overload.

Since I first saw you in that dress all I could think about was getting you out of it, Rick had announced, the fingers of his left hand playfully flicking her left nipple while his right hand caressed her inner thigh, gently grazing against the white satin panties she’d chosen with anticipation that morning. And now that I have you out of it, I’m going to do whatever I want. She could feel the head of his member nuzzling her sopping wet opening, as she silently screamed inside her own head, feeling that beautiful agony and cursing the thin fabric preventing him from fully taking her. She wiggled and tried desperately to reposition herself, to force him inside of her aching pussy, but he was just too strong, holding her around the waist and expertly teasing her with the head of his cock.

Please, she begging again, her voice breaking and revealing her desperation. Please. It was almost a prayer.

Finally, after a lifetime’s worth of desperate agony compressed into a few brief moments, she felt him loosen his grip with his right hand. Kelly tried to stand up straight in order to take off her now soaked panties, but Rick immediately corrected her, firmly keeping her waist flexed and her ass planted in his crotch. Don’t move, he commanded. She could feel his right hand again on her inner thigh, this time gently moving that frustrating fabric aside but leaving the panties otherwise in place. The touch of his fingers grazing over her inflamed lower lips as he moved the panties was intolerably good and a slight moan had escaped her as she pushed back as hard as she could, grinding her ass into Rick’s eager cock but failing to find her target.

Without another word, eager to get what he came for, Rick guided the head of his cock over Kelly’s glistening lips, sliding it slowly up and