Taboo: Deeper! Darker! 6 Erotic Short Stories

By Jim Masters and Abigail Andrews

Six erotic Short stories by Jim Masters and Abigail Andrews. Each complete in itself. Each about Taboo subjects
TABOO: PLEASE SIRS TEACH ME EVERYTHING Natasha, an overseas student at university speaks perfect English but her written work is not so good. Can she get extra tuition from her professor tutors? She is slim and attractive. Will they set out a deal that takes advantage of her alluring assets? Listen on and enjoy. Best listen alone in a hot scented bath or with your favourite person.
TABOO: TEACH ME EVERYTHING DADDY
This is lust from both eighteen-year-old virgin Kylie and Joe, her step-father. She was 18 when she first saw Joe watching her. Initially he looked at her around the house, when they ate but mainly when she walked around in just her panties and bra. She thought nothing of it at first but realised he would look at her particularly when her mother wasn’t there. She knew that he was looking at her as a woman. Action packed.
THROUGH THE SCREEN EROTICALLY. This is a short story spoken by me as I watch and imagine: Emmanuelle! your very name conjures up images of a woman who looks so innocent but has a strong sexual desire hidden inside her head waiting to be released. And I think you are that girl; I look at you and see a girl who looks happy and virginal but who I know loves everything about sex that she can get. You have such a lovely smile and amazing eyes. Your body cries out to be given satisfaction. Those breasts are beyond description as they peek out over your dress top as I watch you on screen, sitting in your bedroom, the camera on your face, your body, your all.
TABOO: THE PRIESTS’ PASSIONS FIRST STORY Father Phillip sat in the confession box listening to the young woman talking. He’d been ordained 10 years and, although not a parish priest yet, he had experienced the role as curate in different towns. He enjoyed what he did but was not happy to be celebrant: he had a strong sexual urge and had hidden it from his colleagues over the years
SECOND STORY Father Gerry had lived a lie since he was a teenager and been a choir-boy. Now he was 47 years old and had been a parish priest for 21 years. He was torn between the celibate lifestyle and his passion for raw sex. He often prowled the city after dark, anonymous and without his priest’s collar. He was looking for women that would succumb to his passion.
TABOO: PLEASE MRS TATE COLLEGE BOY EROTIC EXPERIENCE. Jessie Tate was a divorced single mum who'd not had any relationship since she threw her husband out for his infidelity. She was used to her 18-year-old college son and his friends being there but she never imagined what would happen. Except she’d grabbed a plate of the snacks she’d prepared for the boys and had opened a bottle of red. Nothing fancy but with a great taste and not dry. She finished the snacks, put the glass down and stretched out. She was having a lazy afternoon as the sun beat down and she dozed off.“ Mrs Tate!” she heard as she opened her eyes and saw Ryan standing over her looking down at her breasts. She’d pulled her bra straps down a little to expose more of her breasts to the sun. “Can I get you anything?” and he smiled
TABOO: PIPPA’S PASSION AND 18-YEAR-OLD VICKY CAME TOO.We had a good working relationship and barely talked about personal issues. I had no children, so she didn’t tell me about hers except when there was a birthday or some other celebration, then she just mentioned it in passing.
Then one day she bent over me to point out a detail on an advert I was working on. Her perfume was power, and I inhaled, enjoying her particular fragrance. I looked at her, as she bent over me and could see her breasts held in by her bra. It was tight on her and her breasts overflowed.
“Like what you see?” she asked.
I was stunned. It had been a long time since an attractive woman had made a direct pass at me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jim Masters
• Release date: Nov 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463721056

Jim Masters

Jim Masters has built up a reputation for short erotic stories, many with a twist. He reads many of his stories as audiobooks. He lived in London for more than 30 years before moving out and buying a small remote cottage in the Welsh hills where he spends about 3 months alone, alternating with 3 months travelling the UK with some shorter spells in Europe. He has had a varied career working in business consultancy, running training courses in confidence building and overcoming anxiety. This had lead him into meeting many interesting people who he has based many of his characters and situations on, although all his stories are created fictional folk. Jim Masters enjoys cooking and is a good artist who enjoys landscape painting. He is also a film-maker with several short documentary films behind him.

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TABOO DEEPER! DARKER!

Six Short Erotic Stories

By Jim Masters & Abigail Andrews

Copyright 2019 Jim Masters & Abigail Andrews

Published by Abigail Andrews

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All characters and events in this book are fictious and are over 18 years old. None of the circumstances described are between characters who are related. This contains graphic descriptions of a sexual nature and is not suitable for those under 18 years or those who might be offended by this material.

CONTENTS

TABOO: DEEPER DARKER SIX SHORT EROTIC STORIES SYNOPSIS

TABOO: PLEASE SIRS TEACH ME EVERYTHING

TABOO: TEACH ME EVERYTHING DADDY

THROUGH THE SCREEN EROTICALLY

TABOO: THE PRIESTS PASSIONS

THE PRIEST’S PASSION

THE PRIEST’S OTHER SELF

TABOO: PLEASE MRS TATE

TABOO: PIPPA’S PASSION. AND 18-YEAR-OLD VICKY CAME TOO

ABOUT THE AUTHORS

TABOO: DEEPER DARKER

SIX SHORT EROTIC STORIES

SYNOPSYS

Each story is complete within itself and there is a common theme of taboo subjects.

TABOO: PLEASE SIRS TEACH ME EVERYTHING

Natasha, an overseas student at university speaks perfect English but her written work is not so good. Can she get extra tuition from her professor tutors? She is slim and attractive. Will they set out a deal that takes advantage of her alluring assets? Listen on and enjoy. Best listen alone in a hot scented bath or with your favourite person.

EXTRACT: But they never went further and talked about their activities until one Thursday when one student came in with a few guys. She smiled across as they all went to the bar. The two smiled back. She’s got great breasts under that sweater John said. Bill looked at him with questioning look. You’ve seen them?

TABOO: TEACH ME EVERYTHING DADDY

This is lust from both eighteen-year-old virgin Kylie and Joe, her step-father. She was 18 when she first saw Joe watching her. Initially he looked at her around the house, when they ate but mainly when she walked around in just her panties and bra. She thought nothing of it at first but realised he would look at her particularly when her mother wasn’t there. She knew that he was looking at her as a woman. Yes, she had developed fast in the last few months, thank goodness. She knew she looked good and was getting lots of looks from guys. As first she was shy but now, she often pushed her chest out to accentuate her breasts. I’m off to work and I’ll see you later. You Mom is away on Friday for the weekend. Action packed.

THROUGH THE SCREEN EROTICALLY

This is a short story spoken by me as I watch and imagine: Emmanuelle! your very name conjures up images of a woman who looks so innocent but has a strong sexual desire hidden inside her head waiting to be released. And I think you are that girl; I look at you and see a girl who looks happy and virginal but who I know loves everything about sex that she can get. You have such a lovely smile and amazing eyes. Your body cries out to be given satisfaction. Those breasts are beyond description as they peek out over your dress top as I watch you on screen, sitting in your bedroom, the camera on your face, your body, your all.

TABOO: THE PRIESTS’ PASSIONS

FIRST STORY Father Phillip sat in the confession box listening to the young woman talking. He’d been ordained 10 years and, although not a parish priest yet, he had experienced the role as curate in different towns. He enjoyed what he did but was not happy to be celebrant: he had a strong sexual urge and had hidden it from his colleagues over the years

SECOND STORY Father Gerry had lived a lie since he was a teenager and been a choir-boy. Now he was 47 years old and had been a parish priest for 21 years. He was torn between the celibate lifestyle and his passion for raw sex. He often prowled the city after dark, anonymous and without his priest’s collar. He was looking for women that would succumb to his passion.

TABOO: PLEASE MRS TATE COLLEGE BOY EROTIC EXPERIENCE

Jessie Tate was a divorced single mum who'd not had any relationship since she threw her husband out for his infidelity. She was used to her 18-year-old college son and his friends being there but she never imagined what would happen. Except she’d grabbed a plate of the snacks she’d prepared for the boys and had opened a bottle of red. Nothing fancy but with a great taste and not dry. She finished the snacks, put the glass down and stretched out. She was having a lazy afternoon as the sun beat down and she dozed off. Mrs Tate! she heard as she opened her eyes and saw Ryan standing over her looking down at her breasts. She’d pulled her bra straps down a little to expose more of her breasts to the sun. Can I get you anything? and he smiled

TABOO: PIPPA’S PASSION AND 18-YEAR-OLD VICKY CAME TOO

We had a good working relationship and barely talked about personal issues. I had no children, so she didn’t tell me about hers except when there was a birthday or some other celebration, then she just mentioned it in passing.

Then one day she bent over me to point out a detail on an advert I was working on. Her perfume was power, and I inhaled, enjoying her particular fragrance. I looked at her, as she bent over me and could see her breasts held in by her bra. It was tight on her and her breasts overflowed.

Like what you see? she asked.

I was stunned. It had been a long time since an attractive woman had made a direct pass at me. Living in the village I’d not mixed with many women. The ones I saw were either much older or young mums who had everything they wanted and needed in their partner. Now I had tried on-line dating for a while after Linda, but it was hopeless. An agency had fixed me up with several dates but non seemed compatible and I stopped after the second month’s payment. It was really expensive and wasn’t working.

I did I like what I saw! Sorry? I said

Do you like looking down my blouse? she asked.

Taboo: Please Sirs Teach Me Everything

Introduction

It was 9pm and Natasha was walking home from the college library. She was 19 years old, blond long hair, blue eyes and a great figure. She drew attention from most of the boys at university but she ignored them when they tried to come-on to her. Tonight, she was wearing a trench coat with the collar pulled up to keep the cold November breeze out. She was frantically trying to keep up with her studies but it was becoming difficult. So much to do and so little time. Her personal tutor was keeping the pressure up but she felt she was going to fail. It wasn’t that she was stupid: far from it she was very clever and she knew it but she’d only been in England for a year and her English was still not good enough, despite mixing with as many students as she could and joining in every conversation possible. The tv had been great and possibly one of her best learning aids. She’d watched British tv before she left Romania but there, most programmes were American and many words and pronunciation were different in each country.

Her parents had encouraged her and given up so much to get her here and into university. They have been brought up in the country but moved to Bucharest when they got married. Life had been tough and they both worked different jobs. Her dad was a mechanic, a good skilled job but he supplemented his wages by fixing cars privately. He was working non-stop. Her mother didn’t have any training outside the small farm her parents owned. She worked as a cleaner and did as many shifts as possible. She’d managed to pick up some private work too which meant she could do those after her office jobs finished for the day: they all stopped before the office workers arrived. Between them they had saved enough and Natasha had got a small grant from the government on condition she returned when she graduated and worked for the government for three years. She didn’t look forward to working back in Romania. She was used to the freedom in England, the money she could earn part-time to top-up her living expenses, and the opportunities afforded her when she graduated and the money she could earn here or in other countries.

But she had to graduate, and graduate with a top degree. She knew she could do it but the written work was so difficult. Why hadn’t she paid more attention before she left, why didn’t she leave it another year to get a better grip of the language.

Chapter One

They were both lecturers at the university. John James was the younger of the two at 42 years old but the more senior in rank. He was head of the department and dedicated to furthering his career. He’d only been at this university for four years but had certainly made a name for himself. He wasn’t married, preferring more casual sex as there were no ties. He lived alone in a bachelor apartment, all chrome, black and white, furniture he’d brought with him when he moved: and he’d called in a local handyman to decorate to his taste. and could afford to be looked after. A woman cleaned for him daily, did his shopping, prepared some meals and saw to his clothes, washing and ironing for him. She worked about15 hours a week, one hour some days and longer on others, Monday to Friday. He looked after himself at the weekends. She came after he left for work and he rarely saw her. He knew nothing about her. He didn’t know she was a single mum with two kids in their teens. He didn’t know the struggle she had daily making ends meet and keeping her kids fed and clothed. She left her hours written on the back of a used envelope on a Thursday and he left her money every Friday in a cookie tin. He had opened a separate bank account with a low balance of a couple of hundred pounds and given her a debit card so she could shop and run his apartment for him. John James was tall and fit. He went to the gym twice a week and had some equipment in his apartment, so he was not only fit but had a well-toned body. He always wore white button-down shirts and a dark suit. Anyone looking in his wardrobe would see 6 suits, all almost identical and half a dozen ties, mainly red. He lived an orderly life and kept himself to himself both socially and at work.

Bill Reader was 57 and had spent his whole life in this university, and this department. He was never going to be promoted now. He was married with two children, both now away from home and he lived with his wife. They had grown apart over the years and lived separate lives. She worked in an office and had some good friends there. She often went out with one or another in the evenings, or so Bill thought. In fact, she had been having an affair with one of the guys there for about five years. She’d leave Bill but it was working out quite well. In fact, she slept over some nights and Bill thought she was at a girl-friends. They ate together and that was it. They had slept in separate beds for some years now so she crept in sometimes without disturbing him. He had moved into another room when she said she couldn’t put up with his snoring any more. A little white lie. But there had been so many of those. She thought Bill was boring, and he