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Sneaky Creatures

April 20, 2024 at 11:30 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , , , ,

“Oh my God, that was fantastic!”

“Yeah”

“Amazing… so good.”

“Yeah.”

She put her beige bra back on, backwards, fastening the clasp over her sternum before spinning it around and manhandling each of her breasts back into the cups.

“We can’t do this anymore.”

“I know.”

“I’ll miss it.”

She kissed me on the forehead, a salty, wet kiss. My cock twitched involuntarily, heavy and wet between my legs. “We need to get back to work before anyone notices we’re missing.”

We slipped unobtrusively back into the office, and didn’t do it again for almost a year.

***

“Hey, got a minute?”

“Sure…” I looked up from my computer. She was standing in the entrance to my cube, hand on hip, and she had that look on her face. “Wait, really?

“Yes, really.”

“I don’t know, I’m kind of busy actually…”

“It’ll be quick… you don’t actually have to do anything.”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“That’s my problem. Now come on. Five minutes, supply closet!”

I was, of course, there in two minutes. I closed the door behind me. It didn’t have a lock, but what are the odds that someone would barge in on us? Anyway, nobody had yet. So far we’d been very lucky. A large part of the thrill, for both of us I think, was how rushed and dangerous and naughty and furtive it all felt.

She had already removed her bra. Now she pulled her shirt off, revealing her breasts, large and shapely and beautiful. Her nipples stood out in excitement, mirroring the arousal of my own cock.

“Pants down,” she commanded. “Sit.”

I sat on a metal filing cabinet, and she got down on her knees and wasted no time at all, swallowing my erection, slurping up and down, caressing and stroking the shaft, squeezing my balls and then focusing on sucking the head while her tongue flicked at the underside and she furiously jerked me off, my cock well lubricated with her spit.

She briefly popped her head up. “Tell me before you come.”

I knew the drill, and she wasn’t wasting any time at all. We weren’t about prolonging the pleasure, a slow build-up to an amazing mutual climax, or the delicious agony of an extended edging session; this was all about instant gratification, nasty, quick and dirty.

“Now!” I half-shouted, half-whispered, “Now, please, right now!”

She stopped instantly, letting my obnoxiously hard, urgently swollen penis pop out of her mouth. Nobody in the office, I believe, would have thought that prim and pretty mouth capable of such filthy escapades. She hiked up her skirt, pulling cream-colored panties to one side, and sat down on my cock, engulfing me in her hot wet cunt.

She put her arms around me, pulling my face into her naked breasts, as she ground herself on my dick. “I love fucking your cock,” she said. She had told me this before, but I never got tired of hearing it. “My favorite part is feeling you come in my pussy. Later on I’ll rub your jizz all over my clit behind my desk, and I’ll get myself off thinking about fucking you, and nobody will even know…”

That was my cue. Humping back at her, lifting our combined weight off of the metal cabinet with my hips, smothering my cries into her big fleshy her tits, I came.

She stayed with me, rocking back and forth, slower now, until my cock was soft. She stood up, adjusting her underwear back into position, admiring my wet and slippery and much reduced dick. There was a gratifying stain on the front of her sensible panties. I ogled her body unabashedly as she got dressed.

“We really can’t do this anymore.”

***

Six months later.

She waited patiently for me to get off the phone. As soon as I hung up, it started ringing again. It was one of those days.

“Busy?” she asked, possibly ironically.

“No, not at all,” I said, ignoring the insistent bleating of the phone on my desk, never mind all the waiting texts and email messages. “But you are married.”

“I sure am,” she said. “And the sex” (she leered obscenely which was a jarring look on her normally wholesome, cherubic face) “is fantastic!”

“I really can’t this instant,” I said regretfully. “I’m swamped.”

“That’s ok,” she said. “I just wanted to invite you over. She wants to watch me with a guy. She’s curious. You just have to pretend we’ve never done it before.”

***

She met me at her front door wearing comfy-looking pink pajamas with red strawberries printed all over them. She stuck her tongue out at me, waggling her eyebrows like Groucho Marx. “Come on in!”

Her wife was lovely, but not at all what I’d expected. She was a big girl, in every sense of the word. She must have stood over six feet tall, and while she certainly was not fat, she was definitely a whole lot of lady. Curves for days. She had an unruly mop of curly black hair, she held a martini in one hand, a small blue vibrator in the other, and she wore a black silk kimono. I had the strong sense that she could kick my ass from here to next Tuesday if she was of such a mind.

She offered me a glass of water, which I accepted, and the three of us made nervous, awkward small talk for a very short while until her wife said, “I’m getting antsy, could we just fast forward to the main event?”

That sounded fine to me. She peeled off her pink pajama tops, revealing those gorgeous breasts, while I self-consciously proceeded to get naked.

“Sit down.” I plopped my naked butt down in an overstuffed paisley armchair. She got down on her knees between my thighs, and started licking my dick.

This wasn’t the urgent, frenzied blowjob I’d become used to; she was taking her sweet, sweet time. Across from us on the couch, her wife sipped her martini and switched on the vibrator.

She started by slurping up and down my erect cock like a big lollipop, and she looked absolutely adorable doing so. It was kind of nice to be able to admire her pretty face and her pretty tits, and to not be in a hurry to come and worried about someone barging in on us at any moment.

She licked, she sucked, she nibbled the underside, she flicked her tongue at the tip, she kissed it, she damn near swallowed the entire length at one point. It was bliss. Two things she did not do were establish a rhythm, or use her hands. It was bliss, but it was also exquisite torture. My dick strained and bobbed as she delicately kissed my dangling balls.

Her wife made a growling noise like a grizzly awakening from hibernation. “Damn, that’s hot!” Her kimono fell open, and I caught a glimpse of a lush black triangle of pubic hair.

She tugged my hands, and I found myself on all fours on the carpeted floor. She lay on her side beneath me.

The buzzing of the vibrator simultaneously became more intense and more muffled. “Fuck her face!”

Well, who was I to argue? With a smile, she parted her lips, and I took great pleasure in fucking her mouth like a pussy, shoving my cock in and out between those pretty, pretty lips. She did gag a little, and I did not stop.

One of her hands found it’s way to my ass, a wet finger pressed against my anus, gently but insistently penetrating me. It felt amazing. Beyond amazing. I could feel the excitement gathering in my balls.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Her wife was very obviously enjoying the show. “Don’t hold back! Come in her fucking mouth!”

I did not hold back. She was fingering my ass with at least two fingers now, molesting my anus with the rhythm of a hammer drill, skewering me deeper and deeper with every thrust of my hips. I had a hand on the back of her head now, my fist full of her lovely brown hair, and I was fucking her mouth hard and fast, approaching my climax like an express train on a downhill track. She coughed and gurgled, but stayed with me, fingers buried up to the knuckles in my asshole.

For once, I didn’t have to be quiet, and I took full advantage of that fact, baying out loud like a hyena, like a whole fucking troop of howler monkeys, coming in her mouth so hard that I saw stars and nearly blacked out. She stayed with me for the entire orgasm, sucking every last drop of semen out of my cock and swallowing it down.

“Oh fuck yeah,” her wife grunted. “That was great.”

Her fingers slipped out of my overstimulated ass, and my dick popped wetly out of her mouth. She grinned up at me, a wicked, wolfish grin that exposed all of her perfect teeth. She looked extremely pleased with herself.

Wife asked me if she could get me a drink or anything before I left, in a tone that suggested pretty clearly that my presence there was no longer required. I pulled on my clothes and used the bathroom, and left them, only slightly sorry that I wasn’t going to be allowed to stick around for the second act.

***

“Busy?”

“Not especially. But you’re a married woman.”

“That’s my problem, not yours.”

“It would be my problem if your wife finds out and decides to kick my ass.”

“She’s not going to do that. Come on. Supply closet. Five minutes.”

Five minutes later, I was in the supply closet, waiting for her. Five minutes turned into seven, and then eight. This was unprecedented. Finally she burst in, closing the door quickly and quietly behind her.

“Sorry, I got hung up.” She set her phone down on a shelf and slithered out of her brown slacks and her panties, kicking them to one side, and started unbuttoning her blouse. “The other night at my house was really fun,” she said as the frumpy floral blouse fell onto the tile floor, followed immediately by her sensible beige bra. “But I like being sneaky even better. Why don’t you lick my kitty a bit?”

I had never had the pleasure. She lay down on the cold tile floor of the closet, using her crumpled up heap of clothes for a pillow. “Get naked first. I like watching you naked.”

When I was fully undressed, I dived in between her legs, and was gratified to find her already very wet. Her taste was musky, feminine, and clean, and I took a lot of pleasure in eating her out, running my tongue up and down her vulva and exploring between her pouting labia, slurping up and down and in and out, before settling in to sucking her fat pink clit and tickling her pussy and ass with my slick fingers. She was very clearly enjoying what I was doing, and she was also very clearly having a very hard time keeping quiet about it, which was also extremely gratifying.

I came up for air, with a big smile all over my very wet face.

“Why don’t you lick me from behind?”

She rolled over onto her knees, with her shapely rump thrust right up in my face. I dove back in, licking her wet and juicy pussy while she fingered her clit. I flicked the tip of my tongue across her little crinkled anus, and she cooed and wiggled her hips. I took the hint.

I licked her asshole, insinuating my tongue into her tight little hole, licking up and down and all around it, while she furiously rubbed her clit. “If you keep that up,” she said, “I think I’m going to come!” I kept it up.

“Why don’t you stick it in my ass?”

“??”

“Right now. Your cock. In my ass!”

Apparently things were plenty slippery without any auxiliary lube, because I slid right in. “Oh yeah,” she hissed, grinding her clit hard and humping back against me. “That’s the stuff!”

We came together. That was another first. Neither one of use was able to keep very quiet as I exploded deep in her ass, and she clenched and shook and quivered through a long and drawn-out orgasm all over my cock. I guess we were just lucky that nobody heard us and came in to investigate. At some point, I suppose, our luck’s bound to run out.

We disentangled, sticky and oozing and flushed and all out of breath.

“I like sneaking around too,” I said as I hurriedly got dressed. It’s good to get lucky, but it’s also good not to push your luck too much. “But I also really liked it when your wife was watching us.”

“Oh, she’s watching alright.” She pointed at her cell phone, leaning unobtrusively on a metal shelf full of legal pads and post-it notes, tilted in our direction. “Wave at the camera!”

I waved, and her wife waved back.

As I left the supply closet, I felt like I was floating six inches above the floor. And maybe I was.

END

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Cobwebs

March 28, 2024 at 7:00 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , ,

I knew it was a bad idea as soon as I pulled into the parking lot. Of course, I’d known all along that it was a bad idea. But now I knew for sure that it was a really bad idea.

There was only one other car in the parking lot, and it was not a baby blue Honda. There was a couple sitting inside it, and while it was unclear to me just what they were doing in there, I was reasonably sure it was nothing wholesome.

He texted me to let me know he was running late. I was still a little early. I was brought up to believe that ten minutes early was ‘right on time’.

It was called the Lenape Queen Hotel, but the big nicotine-yellow sign out front only said ‘Hotel’, and sported a softball-sized hole in the lower left corner through which you could see bare fluorescent tubes.

I checked the contents of my purse: condoms, lube, breath mints, Ativan, vibrator, bear spray. Set? All set. I stepped out into the night, the parking lot glittering with the reflected, refracted light of a million shards of broken glass.

The front desk girl at the Lenape Queen Hotel had her tooth pierced. Two of them, actually. Both her front teeth were conjoined with a narrow gauge steel loop with something that looked like a diamond but certainly was not, hanging from the ring on a short chain. There’s not a lot that will make me step back and say ‘Whoa’, but that did the trick.

She had full Egyptian cat eye makeup with huge eyelashes, pink hair, all black clothes, slasher pink lipstick. Her earrings were also remarkable, they were a character from horror films, like the Demigorgon or something from Dead by Daylight.

She gave me the key to room 237, and up I went. When I locked the door, I felt like the people outside were safer than I was. I didn’t dare check under the bed.

Nobody had broken into my car yet, and there was still no light blue Honda in the parking lot, although the couple who were ‘sitting’ in the car next to mine were still there. It was nine o’clock.

The couple in the room next door were arguing shrilly. I turned on the TV, it was boys high school wrestling. I sat by the window, at my double cheeseburger from Wendy’s, and drank a complimentary water. I didn’t change the channel, not because there was nothing else on; but because I’m a pervert.

I turned up the volume of the TV, but that didn’t drown out the antics from the next room. It was unclear to me whether those ‘antics’ were consensual or not. From somewhere nearby, the acrid scent of crystal meth seeped into my room. I pulled back the comforter. There were cigarette burns on the sheets.

The woman next door was now getting either vigorously murdered, or fucked, or both. I looked out the window. My car was still intact. No new messages on my phone. I decided to cut my losses and check out.

Mouthful of Metal at the front desk accepted my key back without comment or apparent interest. Her pupils were pin pricks, and Dr. Phil chattered mutely on the TV set in the lobby.

No blue Hondas pulled in as I traversed the parking lot, past the smoke-filled sedan, and into the safety of my own vehicle. Somewhere in the distance a siren wailed a lonely aria.

Disappointment has a bitter aftertaste. I had really been looking forward to getting some illicit dick tonight. As I navigated unlit, unfamiliar secondary roads, I fumbled with my cell phone and dialed Ali.

Ali is a taxi driver, and one of the most beautiful male persons I have ever met. He is slender, lithe as a willow, with dark skin that is almost translucent, eyes like a doe, soft and brown, and a mop of soft black hair. His dick is perfect in every way, and tastes of Persian spice.

He loves getting his dick sucked, which works out pretty well, because I love sucking it. The first time I saw his cock, I thought it was shaved bare, but it turns out that cock and balls have an almost invisible pelt of very soft, fine, well-coiffed black hair.

Ali’s cock is the absolute perfect size for fucking, but I will never find out, because he considers fucking, or in fact any kind of reciprocation, adultery. I am, however, welcome to suck him off whenever the opportunity arises, and when I’m on my knees with a mouth full of Ali’s dick, listening to the moans I am making him make, playing with his balls  tickling his tight little anus, I am a very happy girl indeed.

His phone rang six times, and then a woman answered. His wife. I hung up, and concentrated on navigation.

One time Ali and a friend of his got a hotel room together, a lot closer to home. His friend really wanted to fuck me up the ass, and I was quite willing. Slightly less enthusiastic when I saw the size of friend’s monster cock, but I was still willing to give it a go.

I played with Ali’s dick while his friend played with my butt. His tongue felt absolutely amazing, and his slippery fingers felt nice too, as he probed my ass. I could have used a little attention paid to my clit and/or cunt, but I certainly wasn’t complaining, and I was thoroughly enjoying licking Ali’s beautiful erection, and the look of pleasure on his face: watching me getting my ass eaten out really turned his crank. And mine too, for that matter.

Actual penetration, however, was just not happening. Even drenched in lube, even after two or three fingers up my ass as a warm-up, that thing was not going in. The trying felt really nice, I gotta say, feeling that monster log bumping urgently up against my anus like a baseball bat, doing the slippery slide between my butt cheeks, up and down my ass crack, that made me gurgle with pleasure. It certainly wasn’t for lack of trying, I was grinding back against him just as hard as he was attempting to spear me, but it wouldn’t even start to go in.

I wouldn’t have been opposed to giving my cunt a chance to try, although I was a little dubious on that front as well, but apparently Ali’s friend had ethical qualms about fucking vaginas that didn’t belong to his wife. So I ended up giving him an old-fashioned white trash titty fuck, and had the pleasure of him coming all over my neck and chin, while Ali jerked off into my open mouth. And that, my friends, was the closest I have ever come to a bona fide threesome.

At last I saw a sign for the Turnpike. God Damn. Navigating the onramp one-handed and distracted, I sent a quick text to my friend Lisa in Minnesota: “Hi”.

I didn’t really expect to hear back, and I didn’t. Lisa and I had been friends in college, nigh onto twenty years ago, and had reconnected through Facebook, and six months ago we had a brief but extremely torrid sexting affair. Admittedly, I had done most of the heavy lifting, but she had engaged just enough to keep me interested, and to let me know that she was into it. I spent many happy hours on my phone, typing with sticky, slippery fingers, telling her in great detail all the things I had wanted to do to her in college, and a few that I didn’t even know about at the time. I told her how I had jealously lusted after her breasts from the first time I saw her, and how I always used to barge into her dorm room in the hopes of catching her in her underwear. I confessed that I had always wanted to join her in the semi-public dorm shower. I told her how I had fantasized about sneaking into her dorm room at night and joining her in the bunkbed beneath her oblivious, sleeping roomie. I told her how I masturbated at night, dreaming of licking her pussy, licking her clit, licking her asshole. I told her that I imagined sucking her tits, with two fingers in her cunt and two in her ass, feeling her shake and listening to her moan as I made her come. I told her my fantasy about fucking her, deep and hard, by moonlight in the middle of the quadrangle. I told her how I wanted to pull out her tampon with my teeth, taste her period blood, how I wanted her to grind her swollen, menstrual cunt all over my face until she orgasmed all over me. I confided in her how I wished I could suck fresh semen out of her cunt, her mouth, her asshole. I told her how I wanted her to piss into my mouth, and I would kiss it back to her, our wet tits pressed together like a foursome of slippery otters.

At some point I must have taken it too far, because she mostly stopped answering my texts. Not completely though, because occasionally I got a ‘hey’ or a ‘hi there sexy’ back, and that was enough for me to keep on trying.

On the Thruway, I pulled down my jeans and set the cruise control for 74mph. I probably should have done that in the opposite order, but I wasn’t exactly thinking straight at this point. In any event, my car found its lane, and as the road was straight and there was not traffic, I was able to shimmy out of my one and only pair of sexy black lace panties that I had worn special for the night’s festivities.

I fished the vibrator out of my bag. I had plenty of joy juice going on, so I didn’t need to apply lube, which was good, because that was one less complication that might well end up in a fiery heap of twisted metal on the side of the highway. I held the steering wheel between my knees, and pressed the buzzing toy up against my swollen clit, half closing my eyes, and moaning into the night.

There is something about a moving car, a running engine, that seriously turns my crank. I had jerked off to the idea of me and Lisa doing a 69 in the driver’s seat while doing 85 down the freeway, a fantasy that ain’t happening until I can afford a Tesla. Or, upon reflection, probably not at all. I had once sucked Ali off while he was driving his taxi in heavy city traffic, but while enjoyable, it really wasn’t really the same rush at all. Perhaps, however, he’d be willing to drive while I 69’d some willing individual next to him in the passenger seat; now there was an idea worth exploring.

The night was pitch black except for the occasional glare of oncoming headlights. My clit felt ready to explode. Maintaining enough concentration on driving with my knees while keeping the business end of the toy right on my clit, all without swerving into the guardrail and crashing and dying was a huge component of the thrill.

I flipped down the vanity mirror, further obstructing my view of the road, and adjusted it so I could see my own cunt. The labia were purple and swollen, pouting out like a rosebud. I pulled back the hood, exposing my engorged clitoris. Everything gleamed with slippery wetness. I tugged my lips wide open, until I could see all the way up the entrance of my own vagina. I don’t know about the rest of me, but my pussy is extremely pretty. I should have been a fucking porn star.

I blew past a speed trap, but I either wasn’t driving fast enough or erratically enough to catch the trooper’s attention, thus avoiding possibly the most embarrassing traffic ticket in history: “…and, er, what seems to be the problem, officer?”

Still I couldn’t quite push myself over the edge, not without shutting my eyes and humping my hips and completely losing control of the vehicle, so I dangled on the precipice of orgasm for fifteen or twenty pleasure-filled miles.

My cunt was famished though. Digging with one hand through the random junk in the console bin between the seats, I came up with a pair of candy canes left over from Christmas. How jolly! They were still shrink-wrapped, thank goodness, no yeast infections for me, though truth be told in my current state I would have jammed their naked sugary goodness straight up my twat anyway, consequences be damned.

In any event, the festive and hygienically sealed sugar sticks slipped easily up my cunt, and my pussy purred with pleasure. With my left hand I fucked myself, my right hand buzzed away at my clit, my knees somehow kept us on the road, and that combination was just enough to trigger the most intense, screaming, blinding, earth-shattering orgasm I had had in a long time!

I settled down and got my hands on the wheel just in time to swerve violently and make my exit. The driver’s seat was soaked through, but honestly I liked that it was stained with my pussy juice, and next time I drove my car, I would stop and sniff it before I got in, and that would get me turned on all over again. I didn’t bother pulling up my pants until I had pulled into the driveway and come to a complete stop.

I could hear my husband’s irregular gurgling snore as soon as I entered the house. I took a quick half-shower, popped an Ativan, and a couple Benadryl too for good measure, and slipped into bed next to him. The snoring paused, he grunted contentedly, and squeezed me with one hefty arm, kissing me clumsily on the forehead. I rolled over, closed my eyes, and let sleep wash over me like a rising tide.

END

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The Invertebrate’s Dilemma

March 12, 2024 at 8:22 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

I had just gotten home when I got a text message from the boss, so I ignored it. Fuck him. I was the head of the Zippers and Closures department, which is much less impressive than it sounds, especially considering that I’m the only employee in the department. I had to decide what to make for dinner: a box of Organic Vegetarian Black Bean, or Portabella soup? My job was also not especially remunerative.

He was a pretty hands-off boss. I think he’d inherited the company from his dad. He had been on-site today, and had deigned to breeze through my department. My “department”, I should say in quotation marks, because the Zippers and Closures Department seriously consists of my desk in an appropriated storage closet.

So, by the time I had selected the Portabella Soup, and decanted it into a pot and turned the heat on under it, I finally got around to reading the boss’ text.

HE WAS MOTHERFUCKING ASKING ME OUT.

I hope this isn’t inappropriate, BUT… Would you like to have dinner with me, tonight, at the Basil Leaf, say, 7:30?

Fuck yes I would.

I had of course fantasized about him, flirted with him, even masturbated to him.  But he was way out of my league. So far out of my league it hadn’t ever occurred to me he might possibly even be interested.

And the time now was… fucking fuck, 6:45?? I’d never been to the Basil Leaf; it, like my boss, was way out of my league. It was supposed to be pretty amazing. For a suburban Italian joint. I took the world’s fastest shower and brushed my teeth. I picked out a pair of sexy, lacey, skimpy black underpants, and wedged myself into that Red Dress. You know, the one that I would fit into by next summer, IF I lost ten pounds?

And then I got my ass out the door and onto the road, because this department head was going to have a fancy dinner and some horny casual first date sex with her boss tonight. Goddammit.

There was traffic, of course, and by the time I arrived, it was already 7:40. The sign said, “Closed for Private Event”, but the parking lot was full enough that I had to park out by the coyotes.

The place was packed, and I felt extremely self-conscious. I hate being late. But the maître d’ welcomed me effusively and ushered me through the crowded room to a two-top on a raised dais in the very center of the dining area. “The Sir is running a bit late,” he told me. “But he assures me he will be with you very shortly. In the meantime, would the Miss care for a drink, and perhaps an appetizer?”

Why yes, I would like a drink.

The maître d’, who stood seven feet tall and had the hollow cheekbones, sunken eyes, and ashen complexion of a three-day old cadaver, brought me a tall (and extremely expensive) glass of red wine while I perused the menu. Holy mackerel, a dinner here would cost me a month’s rent! And then some!

The maître d’ shuffled apologetically back to my table with a basket of bread, and informed me that “Sir regrets to inform me that he is still running late, and desires that you order without him.”

Well, fuck him. I ordered scallops over angel hair, with a side salad, and another glass of wine. It was delicious, and I felt only slightly self-conscious eating alone in the middle of a crowded roomful of people.

The cadaverous maître d’ returned to my table with what I assumed was the dessert menu. I was already contemplating the tiramisu. “With your permission,” he intoned, “Sir desires that you be cleansed and purged prior to his arrival.”

Well, ok then.

I became aware that my table was gently lit with a tasteful trio of spotlights, illuminating me for the rest of the restaurant to see. Self-consciousness and visceral horny lust boiled up inside me, battling for my libido like an acid and a base poured into a tumbler and shaken not stirred. When a new server showed up, a skinny girl who looked like she had just turned eighteen, wearing a slinky black dress that did very little to contain her large and free-floating boobs, my self-consciousness slunk back into a corner, and lust won out. For the moment.

She had a pretty page-boy haircut, too much eye make-up, and a glance at her hands made me think she might actually be much older than I had initially thought. She carried a large galvanized steel bucket full of sudsy water, and a loofah. A train of white-aproned assistants followed her bearing towels, sponges, and other accoutrements.

The table was cleared off quick as lightning, and the tablecloth whisked away. “You’re sexy,” the girl whispered privately in my ear, “Really and truly, you’re sexy as all fuck.”

She helped me out of my red dress (no mean feat!) to a smattering of applause. My panties came off next, I was obscurely glad that I had shaved, and I found myself kneeling naked on top of the bare wood of the gently illuminated table. I felt like I was glowing, with the radioactive heat of the lust building up inside my cunt. I could feel every eye in the place examining my naked body, and I did not dislike the sensation. Not one bit.

 My wrists and ankles were gently but firmly placed in restraints and secured to D-rings discreetly inset into the tabletop. “It’s just temporary,” she whispered in my ear. “It’s better this way, trust me.”

My tits hung pendulously down, as did my gut. My rump was thrust up in the air. I felt naked beyond naked, vulnerable and exposed. Which, I’m sure, was exactly the intent.

My cunt, by the by, was totally into this: it felt swollen and juicy and wide-open, and my clit felt like a an enormous marble, swollen and desperate for stimulation. My asshole winked at the crowd “Hey, I’m up here too!” Apparently I was into this.

The girl wrote something down on a tiny piece of paper, and slipped it into my handbag. “Look me up later,” she said with something that might or might now have been a shy little smile. “For now, just try to relax.” She was unfolding a crinkly package and putting on sterile purple gloves. “I’m serious.”

Working quickly, she painted an antiseptic substance up and down my cunt, and then dipped surgical tubing into a packet of lube. “Breathe out,” she commanded, and then deftly inserted a catheter straight up my pisser.

It didn’t exactly hurt, but holy cats it was uncomfortable. And deeply embarrassing. Yellow urine immediately filled the line. As soon as the urine reached the bag at the far end, she clamped the tube so no more urine could exit my bladder.

“There,” the girl said, satisfied with her work. She pulled off the sterile gloves, and replaced them with an industrial yellow pair that looked like the kind you might scrub toilets with. I had a bad feeling that I knew what was coming next, and I must have whimpered audibly.

“Hush now,” she said, gently patting my butt, “it will all be over soon.”

She smeared lubricant all over my anus, and before I had a chance to fully process what was about to happen to me, another tube was inserted straight up my ass. It had a large bulb on the end, and the girl had to struggle with slippery fingers to get it past the gateway of my clenching anus. She was relentless though, and soon enough it was nestled inside, and then I was being filled to the brim, filled to the point of bursting, filled to practically overflowing, with gallons and gallons of warm, soapy water.

Oh, God.

The urge to evacuate quickly became so strong that it overrode any sense of shame that might have remained, lingering in some corner of my soul. I needed to shit, to blow out my bowels, audience or no, and an inflated plug in my ass was preventing it. I moaned out loud, and my body shook in desperation.

“Here,” she said, “Swallow these.” She placed a pair of lavender lozenges in my open mouth, and I hastily swallowed them down, desperate for some, any, relief.

I was allowed to stew like that for just a moment, my misery on full display of the crowded restaurant. I was conscious, just barely, of being incredibly sexually excited, more physically turned-on than I could remember ever being, not since I had first discovered the joy of kinky carnal pleasures in the back seat of Jamie-Lee’s hastily parked Honda Civic so many years ago.

But the moment was fleeting. My stomach cramped like it had been hit head-on by a freight train, and a wave of nausea washed over me that was the furthest feeling from sexy imaginable.

“Hold it in,” the girl admonished me, “Just for a second more.”

I struggled, cold sweat beading up on my forehead, gasping in air as my insides cramped and heaved. It seemed like ages, tens of minutes, though in retrospect I doubt she left me hanging more than thirty seconds.

Just in time, she placed an empty bucket in front of me, and I vomited out a fifty-five dollar serving of scallops and angel hair. The relief was indescribable, and she gave me a tall glass of mineral water to drink and clean out my mouth with, which I promptly puked up as well.

After throwing violently up, emptying everything and then some out of my stomach, a wave of euphoria washed over me, something like I imagine a heroin rush must feel like. I felt the girl unstrapping my wrists, and strong hands pulling me into an upright position.

A galvanized bucket was shoved roughly in between my legs. At the same time, the catheter up my urethra was deftly extracted, and the plug in my tortured asshole was yanked out. I exploded.

Humiliating isn’t even the word. As the whole restaurant watched, a torrent of brown water, piss, and raw sewage violently exited my body. Oh the sounds! The awful sounds! The smells! It seemed to go on and on. But the humiliation was nothing compared to the sweet, sweet relief I felt as my body emptied itself. My ankles were released, the foul bucket rushed away, and I wept as I collapsed onto the tabletop.

Firm, gentle hands washed me with hot water and honey-scented soap, scrubbing every inch of my body, rendering me clean and pink. I was toweled off and left, a quivering mass of very clean jelly.

Lurch, the maître d, cleared his throat. “The gentleman regrets to inform me,” he intoned, “That he will be unable to attend this evening. He hopes that you will accept these in his stead.”

The cute girl with the big, perky tits and the pageboy haircut stood by the table, holding a highly polished silver platter in one hand. On the platter stood three large, extremely realistic silicone dildos. They were totally identical except that they were each marbled a different color. I’m guessing that they were exact replicas of the boss’ penis. Although my experience with men is that they tend to exaggerate just a tad.

Now, as a girl who likes cock –a lot— and who prefers a nicely shaped Medium, these things were on the Dear Lord size of Extra-Large.

There was almost no preamble. She slathered lube all over one of the toys, and in one smooth movement, shoved it right up my ass. The restaurant collectively gasped.

“Open wide dear,” she said, and stuck the blue-and-white dildo into my mouth. I was almost too surprised to gag. A harness of some sort was slipped over my head to hold it in place.

The last dildo went up my cunt, which was plenty wet and slippery, but a mighty tight fit with the other monster cock up my asshole. It went in though, and it didn’t feel bad one in there my friends, no not at all.

There was a buzzing noise, and she applied the tip of a small but powerful chrome-plated vibrator to my engorged clitoris, fucking my cunt with the dildo at same time. I swear, I didn’t take but two seconds, and I was coming, shooting off like a sixteen-year old boy in the back of a parked Honda. My climax rolled through me, hard and furious, my body shaking all over and maybe even squirting a big, drooling and gagging on the silicone cock in my mouth as I railed through wave after wave of orgasm. She kept the tip of the vibrator pressed against my clit until I collapsed, weeping piteously.

Applause filled the room, and somewhere on the very edge of my consciousness I was aware of it, and strangely gratified. I was washed and toweled off a second time, competent hands helped me back into my red dress (but not my panties), and after a rather epic struggle with the zipper up the back, I was summarily escorted out through the crowd of diners, head spinning, knees wobbling, barely conscious.

Not even an after dinner mint.

More or less the next thing I knew, I was sitting on my ass on the asphalt of the parking lot, next to the dumpsters, breathing the night air, feeling the night air on my sore and naked cunt, and wondering what the fuck had just happened to me.

I had to rub another one out right there with my fingers before I returned to my car and drove home, hands trembling the whole way.

A pot full of completely ruined, burned and blackened portabella soup was waiting for me, but I didn’t care. I put the pot in the sink to soak, and went straight to bed, and I don’t think I’ve ever slept better in my life.

The next day, nothing was different at work, but that Friday my paycheck was significantly bigger than usual, and I thought I had an inkling as to why.

A few weeks later, I got another text from Boss, apologizing for standing me up, and asking if we could try for dinner again, at a different fancy restaurant this time.

I typed back ‘Sure’. But I didn’t hit the Send button. Not just yet anyway. I already had a date.

END

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Leah’s Dick

February 7, 2024 at 4:49 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

“So, are you going to fuck her?”

“Well yeah, that was my plan…”

There was a long pause.

“With MY dick?”

God-dammit.

“Come on Leah, she’s really hot!”

“She’s a skank.”

“But I’m so horny! And she’s really into it!”

There was another long pause. Leah was considering my dilemma. She was both my best friend and my arch-nemesis. And right now she was in grad school in Kentucky. “You’re really horny, huh?”

“Yes, I’m dying! Can’t I at least jerk off??”

“No.” There was another pause. Damn her. “No, I don’t have time to watch this weekend. Too busy with school. Don’t worry. I’ll make some phone calls. But I don’t want you putting MY dick in that… skank.”

Well crap, so much for my weekend. I texted Am*b to let her know we couldn’t hang out this weekend after all. Fuckin’ Leah and her high standards. I couldn’t even masturbate, not in good conscience. And all because of a stupid bet I’d lost in the eighth grade. It was Leah’s dick. And she still had the piece of paper, complete with my childish signature, to prove it.

Am*b responded with a terse “ok”. She wasn’t the kind of girl who would hang out and wait for a second chance. I wouldn’t be hearing from her again.

I resigned myself to playing computer games all fucking weekend. I booted up Exoplanet Prospectors and tried not to think about sex. My dick felt heavy and thick between my legs. Excuse me, her dick.

When the intercom rang, I buzzed them right in. Almost certainly one of my neighbors ordering Thai food. I didn’t think twice about it, and went back to defending my asteroid outpost, currently in the process of getting overrun by slime creatures. It looked to be a losing battle.

I had already forgotten about the buzzer when I heard the knock. Puzzled, I answered the door and found myself face to face with a handsome lady, at least twenty years my senior, wearing an incredibly short yellow dress under a beige trench coat. She had a mop of brown hair with salt-and-pepper roots, and big pink-rimmed glasses that on someone else might have looked frumpy. Her tits threatened to pop right out of the front of her dress. A gold band glimmered on the fourth finger of her left hand.

“Well don’t look so surprised, Leah said you were expecting me. Now show me in, and ask me if I would like a drink.”

She rolled her eyes when she saw the beer selection. “A glass of water will do just fine, thanks.” She used the water to wash down four or five pills. “Now,” she said, “I believe you were about to show me your bedroom?”

Thank God I’d changed the sheets.

Leah’s friend sat down on the side of the bed. She seemed faintly amused by my dwelling. Her tits continued to threaten to burst out of her skimpy yellow dress. She caught me staring, and smirked.

“Leah said you have something that belongs to her. I’d like to see it now, IF you don’t mind.”

I did not mind. I was already plenty hard as I unzipped my jeans and fished my dick –Leah’s dick—out.

“Ooh,” Mrs. X purred. “Verrry nice!” She stroked the underside, making me twitch involuntarily. “Would you like to see these?” she teased, shaking her sizeable bust. Yes, I would like that.

I’m not a fan of big tits for bigness’ sake, but hers were large and gorgeous. And none the worse for age, as far as I could see.

While I was busy admiring her breasts, she cheekily swallowed my cock. Leah’s cock. Whatever. Her mouth felt amazing, hot and wet. Her tongue did acrobatics. She squeezed my balls as she came up for air.

“You,” she said, with a fat smirk on her face, “Need to be naked now. Right now.” I’m not sure what it was about me that she found so endlessly amusing, but I complied, stripping hurriedly out of my remaining clothes.

“Lay down on the bed,” she told me. “Face down. I want to eat out your ass. Unless you’re a prude…?”

I was not a prude. I lay face down on the bed, my hard cock pressed into my belly, and she spread my ass cheeks and blew softly on my exposed hole. She started exploring all around the area with the tip of her tongue, tracing up and down my crevice and the sensitive skin behind my balls. The feeling was exquisite. I moaned out, and she giggled loudly, and started licking at my anus. It was my ass, not Leah’s, but I wasn’t about to quibble. The sensations were just amazing!

She tongued my asshole, making me moan and drool, making my cock harder than hard. She stroked and licked my ball sac. Her fingers probed inside my wet hole, a sensation I found surprisingly pleasurable. I arched my back, straining for more. But she was ready to shift gears.

“Roll over.”

She peeled off the remains of her yellow dress. She had a soft, comfortable looking belly, and a fluffy triangle of light brown pubic hair between her legs. She eyed me critically.

“Don’t hold back,” she instructed. “As soon as you’re all the way inside, I want you to hump me as hard and fast as you can. I’ll take care of the rest. Understood?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She straddled me, grasping my cock purposefully with one hand, guiding it into her pussy. Once she was on target, she sat down, engulfing me in her scalding hot, slippery bliss.

I did exactly as instructed, humping up against her with everything I had. I felt my orgasm in my toes, and I did not hold back, bellowing incoherently up at her. Her eyes were screwed up tight, her tits shook wildly as she bounced, her fingers busy stimulating her fat clit as my naked cock slid in and out of her juicy pussy.

We both came, hard. I think I passed out for a moment, because the next thing I remember is her slithering back into that tight yellow dress. She picked up her trench coat from where she had abandoned it in a pile on my floor. My belly was coated in a viscous puddle of our comingled juices.

“See you around,” she fluttered her fingers in my direction. My wet asshole twitched. “Thanks for the ride.”

And with that, she was gone.

*

“Holy shit Leah!”

“Well it is my dick,” Leah gloated, “I wouldn’t want for it to be neglected.”

“It’s a very nice one,” she went on, “I’m quite fond of it. And I don’t even like dicks. But I have a friend who does. I want you to show him a good time.”

Now, I’m not especially bisexual. And even if I was, Gabe wouldn’t have been my type. Too young, too skinny, too swooshy.

Leah joined in for this one, via video link. She directed the action, starting with the kissing, and I was somewhat surprised to find that, while guy-on-guy action may not have been my first choice, it could also be quite hot.

I enjoyed kissing him, and I liked the way his body responded. I felt his cock grow hard inside his pants as we made out, and Leah told me to squeeze him, to unzip him, to stroke him. It really wasn’t that much different from kissing a girl, his lips were soft and he didn’t have any stubble, but I really like the way his cock jumped and strained as I teased him.

“Be rough with him,” Leah instructed. “Slap him around, show him who’s boss. He loves it.”

I grabbed a fistful of his hair, and kissed him hard, biting his lower lip until he cried out. I threw him onto the bed, and climbed on top, wrestled his shirt off, pulled his pants down around his ankles. His dick was a little large than mine, a fact that for whatever reason didn’t bother me at all.

“Fuck his face” Leah told me. She was very obviously enjoying the show. I did as she said, squatting over his smooth chest and pinching his nipples cruelly while shoving my cock roughly into his mouth, making him choke and gag on it. He certainly didn’t seem to mind. I loved the way he was able to take my whole length into his mouth, my balls resting comfortably against his lips, while he gurgled with pleasure on my cock. It felt amazing, the guy was a human Dyson! He sucked dick far better than most women I’d been with! I could very easily have come right then and there in his mouth, but I didn’t.

Leah didn’t tell me to flip him over and eat his ass out, but she certainly didn’t object. I enjoyed his musty, clean taste and the noises he made as I crammed my tongue as far as I could up his asshole. I was a little surprised just how hard this made me. I hoped Mrs. X had gotten the same amount of pleasure from eating out my own asshole.

I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to suck his dick –what if he came in my mouth?? And I also wasn’t sure how I felt about full-on anal penetration, though if that was what Leah wanted me to do with her dick, who was I to argue? In any event, she had other ideas.

“Very nice,” Leah said, “But roll him over now, rub your dick up against his, make him come that way.”

I did as I was told.

“Zoom the camera in so I can see… Dammit you’re a klutz!”

It was easier to let Gabe do all the work. He frantically humped his erection against mine, while I kept the camera pointed right at the action. It did feel really nice, and I quickly realized that he was going to get me off.

“Oh shit yeah, you fucking little slut,” I put one hand on his throat, not hard enough to choke him, just hard enough to remind him who was in charge. He whimpered and thrust even harder.

Suddenly I was coming, and that triggered his orgasms. Our dueling dicks spurted and spasmed as we moaned our pleasure. Gobs and gobs of pearly white semen flooded out, soaking us both. I fell onto him, and we kissed tenderly. Somewhere in the background, I could hear the quick little gasps of Leah getting herself off.

“Well,” she said when we were all done, and Gabe had gotten up to pee and Kleenex off. “That was pretty hot.”

*

And after Gabe, nothing. Two months of no action whatsoever. Every weekend, I would ask Leah for permission to masturbate, and almost invariably, she would respond with a terse “no.” Sometimes I would cheat, and jerk off anyway, but she always seemed to know, and when Leah is pissed off she can get really nasty and personal. A couple of time she agreed to let me pleasure myself, but she insisted that I do it in front of the camera, and I couldn’t decide if not knowing who was watching me jerk off was disturbing or kind of hot. Probably a little of both.

I had saved up a little money, and I was thinking of asking Leah about buying back my penis. Then Leah called me up out of the blue. She told me she was in town. She said she needed her dick. She gave me an address that was half an hour away. She told me to take a shower and be there in twenty minutes. She sounded drunk.

Damnit, I was already getting hard.

My dick –her dick—whatever– may have been in a hurry, but I wasn’t. I took my time. I showered, I shaved, I put on aftershave, I gave my pubes a little trim. I took my time driving over there, and knocked on the door. My erection strained impatiently the whole time.

A familiar face opened the door. It wasn’t Leah, it was the older woman with the pink glasses and the wedding band who had visited my apartment all those months ago. She had on a red velvet dressing gown embossed with golden dragons, and she was wearing nothing else.

“Well,” she said, squeezing my dick through my pants, “Look who decides to show up! You certainly took your sweet time! Come on in!” she tugged on my cock like a leash. “We’re going to have some fun!” She was clearly high as a kite. On what, I wondered?

Leah frowned when she saw me. “You certainly took your sweet time. Take your clothes off. Sit there.” I opened my mouth to protest, and then thought better of it. “Sit and be quiet.”

I sat upright in a straight-backed wooden chair across from the sofa, which was red as sin. My dick stood straight up at full attention. Leah’s friend dropped the dressing gown. I ogled her body shamelessly. The first time, when she had visited my apartment, we had been way too busy fucking for me to really appreciate how lovely she really was. The mature Mrs. X was all soft curves; large breasts with big brown areolae, shapely hips, a soft tummy, a nicely rounded dumpling ass with thick thighs, and a neatly trimmed tuft of light-brown pubic hair. She caught me staring, eyeing her up and down, and she grinned and winked broadly, like a burlesque performer hamming it up.

I’d never actually seen Leah naked. Despite the fact that she had seen me in the most intimate ways possible, I had never glimpsed so much as one of her nipples. So I was slightly flabbergasted when she peeled off her t-shirt and jeans and there was nothing on underneath; no bra, no panties, just skin, perfect bare flesh. She was beautiful, flawless. Pale, slender and sleek, taut belly. Her breasts were small and streamlined, conical with puffy areolae and barely perceptible nipples. Her pussy was shaved bare. Plump labia formed a smug crease between her legs. Her ass was absolutely gorgeous. On one cheek was a small red she-devil with big tits and a spiked serpentine tail and a pitchfork.

“When did you get a tattoo?” I asked.

“Never you mind,” she replied. The women then proceeded to ignore me for a while.

Watching the two naked women make out together on the scarlet couch was incredibly erotic. They both seemed to have forgotten entirely about my presence. They kissed deeply, running their fingers through each other’s hair, cupping breasts and squeezing nipples, caressing each other’s thighs and buttocks. Leah kissed her friends’ neck and nibbled her earlobe while Mrs. X let her fingers stray between Leah’s thighs, parting her puffy hairless labia and exposing the moist inner folds. I could see her clit, tiny, pink, and swollen. Leah’s breath was hoarse and rapid.

I couldn’t help myself. Leah could say whatever she wanted, but I needed touch. As Mrs. X pushed her back on the red sofa, slipped a pillow under her butt, and knelt between Leah’s wide-splayed legs, I started gently stroking my desperately hard cock. The slurping sex noises were killing me. Leah buried her fingers in her lover’s thick brown hair while Mrs. X lapped noisily at her pussy and clit, and glanced up long enough to leer obscenely at me as I touched myself before diving back in to her slick wet feast.

Leah and I had jerked off together a few times back in high school when she had first taken possession of my dick, and I knew the signs pretty well. Leah was about to come. It took every last bit of my self-restraint to not come right along with her, like we used to do, downstairs in her family’s game room with her hands crammed down the front of her pants and me on full display. Leah’s legs stuck out at right angles, every muscle rigid, toes clenched, and with both hands she crammed Mrs X’s face into her crotch. She came loud, and hard and long, not caring whether the neighbors or in fact the whole neighborhood knew she was having an orgasm. When Mrs. X finally came up for air, her face was shiny with wetness, and she was wearing a big fat grin.

They spooned for a little while, stroking each other’s pussy and breasts, and kissing. This did not last long. Soon, Leah was between our friend’s thighs, licking busily at her pussy. My cock (her cock) strained and ached, and the head was already liberally coated with clear, slippery pre-come.

They shifted position. Now Mrs. X was on her hands and knees, her big tits dangling and swaying as Leah ate her out from behind. I was dying, absolutely dying.

“I need you to use my dick now,” Leah said. She produced a bottle from somewhere and dribbled slippery stuff all over my achingly hard erection. “Fuck her ass,” she hissed at me, “Fuck her right up the pooper!”

Mrs. X was still kneeling, fingers busy between her own legs. Lithe as a weasel, Leah slithered in between those thick thighs, and resumed her licking.

I positioned myself behind Mrs. X, letting my slippery cock rub nestle in between her voluptuous ass cheeks. She purred and pressed back against me. I nudged the tip of my dick up against her puckered asshole.

“Oooh, naughty boy!” she exclaimed happily, wiggling her backside. “So that’s what you want?”

Well, yes it actually was, but it was also what Leah had told me to do, and she was driving this train, not me.

There was almost no resistance as I penetrated her. Her body just swallowed me up. I could her the muffled slurping of Leah licking at her clit, and I could feel her fingers inside Mrs. X’s pussy as I buried my cock all the way up to the balls in her ass. Her anus squeezed me tight, like a living cock ring.

“Oh God, you two…” her voice trailed off, and she humped languidly back against me. “I do love a good butt fucking!”

I did my best to hold back, but it was way too much for me. Fortunately, nobody seemed to mind. I exploded inside Mrs. X, pumping her ass full of my sticky semen, my cock twitching and spurting, waves of pleasure curling my toes and making me cry out. Just as I came, Leah’s tongue on her clit set Mrs. X off, and she came too, crying out loud, her body shaking. I hugged her tight and squeezed her tits and kissed the back of her neck as she orgasmed on my softening dick.

Finally, we were all satisfied, disentangled, and halfway toweled off. I laid my head in Mrs. X’s lap, and she idly stroked my hair.

“Leah,” she said thoughtfully, “What would you think about selling me this dick of yours…”

“Talk to me,” Leah said. “Make me an offer.”

END

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The End of the World

February 2, 2024 at 9:42 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , ,

The vibrations between my legs, combined with the gentle rolling of the Atlantic swell, was making me crazy. My cunt drooled, my clit throbbed. On the little screen, the people dutifully fucked. I had the clip memorized by now, I knew every second of it by heart. In a moment, he was going to flip her over onto her hands and knees, shove her face into the pillow, and the camera would zoom in on his cock and her ass. If I let the vibrator touch my clit, I was going to explode. I wasn’t quite ready yet though. As he flipped the blonde girl over, I paused the video. My cunt was sopping. I spread some lube on my plug, and slipped it right up my ass. Now I was ready. I unpaused the video, and as he pounded her pussy from behind, slapping her perfect ass in time with his thrusts, I surrendered, pressing the buzzing vibrator against my clit, and just like magic it set me off. I came hard and loud. And why shouldn’t I? I was alone, nothing but blue water and a few seagulls. Fuck it, I was going to come just as loud and long and as often as I wished.

And that may have been the first time I saw him. As I rolled lazily over, extracting the steel plug from my still clenching backside, I glanced out the window, and as sun glinted off the waves, I saw what at the time I thought was a seal, head poking up above the waves, and for just a second, our eyes met. And then he was gone.

I got the houseboat because I did not want to hear about the latest atrocities in Ukraine or Gaza. Or how much more ice had melted in Greenland, how much more the glaciers had retreated. Or especially who won the next election.

I was anchored about 6 miles north of Spruce Point, just within sight of land. No lights, no roads, no neighbors, just a barren stretch of rocky coastline. I liked it just fine. Once a month or so, I’d take the dinghy down to the marina at Spruce Point and stock up on groceries and sundries. Twice a year I’d drive the houseboat all the way down the coast and fill up the diesel and fresh water tanks.

It had been over six weeks since I’d last done a grocery run. I was way overdue for some fresh vegetables. And possibly, just possibly, some dick. The pickings were fairly slim in Spruce Point, but there was always the possibility of a stray tourist. While Battery-Operated-Boyfriends are great and all, don’t get me wrong, sometimes a girl craves a little variety.

The last time I was in town, I had hit on something. Something quite good, as a matter of fact. He was from out of town, I thought I had detected a faint Southern drawl, but I didn’t know anything about him other than his first name. He was the first likely looking face that had popped up on the app, and ten minutes after matching, we were having a drink together at the one outdoor café with a view of the water, and fifteen minutes after that, we were back in his room at the b&b, busily getting naked. He was cute. He may have been a little younger than me, I’m not sure. He had a nice trim body, without being a muscle boy. He was polite, he was respectful, he was horny but not too aggressive. He was clean and trim. He had a very nice dick.

He ate pussy like a starving man. Was he married? It was entirely possible, we had both left our backstories pretty vague during the small talk phase. Holy mackerel, though! His mouth between my legs, his face in my cunt, the things his fingers and his tongue did to me! I returned the favor, lavishing attention on his pretty cock, licking and kissing and nibbling and sucking him until he was quite literally moaning and begging me for release.

Fortunately, he had condoms, because if not, we would have both missed out on the main course.

I wanted him to fuck me in the ass, and I told him so, in no uncertain terms. “Anal?” You might say, “On a first date with a strange dude?” Well, it was what I wanted, what I craved, and this encounter was all about my pleasure.

He was more than willing, he used plenty of lube, he was gentle but not timid, and when his pretty sizeable erection was firmly lodged deep in my ass, we both kind of lost it. He finally let go, fucking my ass hard and deep, which immediately triggered the most powerful orgasm, which in turn set him off, and sent me surfing on resonant waves of pleasure. When it was all done, and we had disentangled from each other, we were sticky, relaxed, and pleasantly high on endorphins. I borrowed his shower, and got on with my grocery shopping, my needs sated for another month or so. There was no question of staying in touch, though I confess there had been moments over the last few weeks when I found myself wishing I had asked for his phone number or email.

No matter, there are plenty of fish in the sea. I found I was pleasantly wet and tingly from replaying our encounter as my little dinghy splashed through the waves, and I had more or less decided to see what kind of luck I might have fishing for a little action in between today’s chores. Still no service on my cell phone, I usually didn’t get a single bar until I was tied up at the dock.

Something was off, I could tell even before I brought my little boat cautiously in.

The marina was empty. I mean empty. I’d never seen it like that, even in the middle of winter. Not one single boat was parked at the docks. The power was out, the diesel tanks were empty. There was nobody around. It was spooky.

I walked up the road, about half a mile, into the little downtown area. Deserted. I started to get the creeps big time. There were no cars. The café and the gas station were burned to the ground. At the grocery store, all the windows were smashed out, and the big glass doors were shattered. I checked my cell phone again. Zero bars. That was enough for this girl, whatever had gone down, I wanted no part in it. I got the flock back to my little motor launch, and headed back home. The whole way back to the houseboat I felt like I was being followed. And maybe I was.

I felt better back at the houseboat. I had plenty of supplies, the water tanks were half full and food was plentiful if not very exciting. My batteries would last a good long time if I was careful, and the solar panels on the roof would help. I don’t think I’d turned on my Coast Guard radio but once, when I bought the boat, just to make sure it worked. Now I switched it on and scanned the channels. Nothing but static, the background him of the big bang.

Well, ok then, apparently that’s how it’s going to be.

A storm blew in that night. I love storms on the water, and the weather up here is notoriously tempestuous. I’m fairly protected here in the cove from the really big ocean waves, but the fact is, alone on a small boat on the water in a storm is a dangerous place to be. I wasn’t particularly scared, although maybe I should have been.

I had sort of started to masturbate, just with my fingers, because that is what I do when it storms at night, and because I was still horny from thinking about my last encounter; but I hadn’t been able to take it anywhere because the world seemed to have ended in the interval and instead of thinking about cunts and pretty cocks, my mind kept circling back to burned-out buildings and broken windows.

Something changed with the rhythm of the waves. I felt it. When you live for a while on a boat this size, you develop an immediate sense for the craft and its sound and its movement. With a certainty that froze my chest, I knew that I was not alone.

He slipped through the door into my bedroom, which was in the bows of the houseboat. He was roughly human in size and contour, but it was very obvious that he was not human. I don’t know why, but I was not afraid, not at all. His skin was blue and covered in tiny iridescent scales, and while he had bright blue eyes that reminded me of deep ocean water, he also possessed a variety of fins and a distinct lack of lips or a nose.

It was very obvious what he wanted, and I wanted it too, badly. It would have been obvious by the way his eyes were fixed on me, the purposeful way he moved. What made it even more obvious was the erection jutting out from between his legs, shiny and smooth as mother-of-pearl.

I wanted him, I wanted him so badly it hurt. I threw off the sheets, spreading my legs wide to welcome him into my bed. My pussy gushed, a warm, slippery river of wetness. My nipples were stiff and hard, straining out toward him, aching for his touch. My skin felt electric.

He reached the bed, and enveloped me like an ocean wave. His mouth covered my own, breathing his spirit into me. His flesh was cool as the Atlantic current. He had arms and legs like a man, though his limbs ended in webbed flippers, but he also had tentacles, I’m not sure how many, but they were soft and tender, covered in small suction cups, and they enveloped me, pulling me into him, gently stroking, grasping, probing every inch of my body. I felt his tendrils on my ears, my nose, wrapped softly around my throat, slipping into my anus, teasing my cunt, and I surrendered completely.

I was so relaxed and excited that his cock, and it was an extremely large specimen, slid right up inside me. He held me tight in his arms, still kissing me deeply, while tentacles penetrated my ass, sucked my nipples, restrained my ankles and my wrists. He was fucking me now, and I was meeting him, thrust for thrust, each of us taking the utmost pleasure from each other’s body.

I don’t normally come just from having a cock fuck my cunt, but this was different. The wildness, the lust of the bizarre situation, the stimulation from all those tentacles, the way I was gently but firmly restrained, and most of all, the thrusting action of his cock invading and stretching me, it set me off. I came, screaming into his watery mouth, and I felt him orgasm at the same time, flooding my cunt to overflowing with his pearly seed.

He retreated, as quickly and silently as he had come, and I passed into a dreamless sleep.

The storm passed overnight, and there was still nothing but static on the Coast Guard radio. I might have written of the night’s encounter as a particularly bizarre erotic dream, if it weren’t for the undeniably large wet spot om my bed, the pleasantly sore feeling of my cunt, and the suction-cup marks sprinkled liberally all over my body.

I made coffee with powdered milk, and contemplated the waves and the empty seascape around me.

It didn’t take long, it was later that same day in fact, that the changes started happening. My breasts were heavy and tender, and my cunt closed tight as a clamshell while my belly started to swell, bulging like a volleyball, with the skin stretched tight, and movement inside me like a hive full of bees.

The pregnancy lasted a little over a week. I stopped eating and drinking, I stayed in bed all day as my abdomen became more and more enormous. It wasn’t unpleasant, not at all, I was in a semi-euphoric daze most of the time, half asleep and half awake, constantly sexually aroused but unable or unwilling to orgasm.

Finally, I instinctively knew it was time. The morning sun bathed my naked body, glinting off the waves. Did I see a face out there in the water? I’m not sure. I started stroking my slit, which had been sealed up tight since the night of the encounter, and I felt myself opening up, I felt my juices flowing. I stroked my clit, letting my fingers probe inside my cunt, fucking myself with my own fingers, my legs spread wide. My tits shook as I came, and milk sprayed out, squirting all over my own body and the bedsheets as my cunt spasmed violently, and waves of pleasure shook my body through and through.

The tiny baby octopi slipped out of my gasping cunt. One, two, three, a dozen, several dozen, hundreds, maybe thousands of them. They slurped up my spilled milk, and skittered quickly away, instinctively finding their way across the deck, through the scuppers, out into the ocean.

I watched, silent and content, as the last of my offspring disappeared beneath the waves, headed out to populate the world.

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How to Not Make Friends or Influence People

January 23, 2024 at 8:09 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

1.

My landlord, who normally wouldn’t lift a finger to fix a flood or a collapsed roof, hired some carpenter to spruce the place up for the next tenant as soon as I gave notice, and he turned out to be absolutely smoking hot! Tall and slinky, high forehead, brooding brown eyes, big strong working hands, farmer tan, fading low-quality tattoos, dirty blue jeans… oh my, I’m already drooling. And the way he looked at me made me melt. It was like he was in the meat aisle, looking for a steak to grill, and I was that choice cut of beef. He was Absolutely No Good Whatsoever, and when he suggested I come over and check out his tiny house, I couldn’t say “Fuck Yes” quickly enough!

It was a very tiny house, but it seemed bigger inside than out. He’d built it himself. Custom trim. Expensive-looking guitars. Expense-looking cowboy boots. A TV cabinet that was carved mahogany and that had sphinx women with bare titties on the front of it.

And a pair of handcuffs hung above the bed, which was all in one room with the stove and the couch and the kitchen table because it was a tiny house.

I looked around and smiled. There was a platform under the bed, which was raised up high enough for there to be a body under there.

“You’re easy,” he said. With just a hint of a smirk. He was a Bad Man.

He was a Bad Man with a beautiful body. Lean like a predatory animal. Hard in all the right places. Stubbly cheeks, big strong calloused hands. Workman’s hands. He worked me over with all the care and tenderness he would use for ripping down a 4×8 sheet of CDX plywood.

His idea of foreplay was to jam my head down on his cock. And I was ok with that. More than OK.

He had a nice big fat cock, just the kind I like best. Not a monster cock, thank goodness because he was not shy about cramming that thing straight down my throat, airway or no; and it wasn’t a small penis, also thank goodness!

I coughed and gagged and did my absolute fucking damnedest to pleasure him, and I think I did a pretty good job of it too, from the sounds he was making, and the vigor of his thrusts, and the way his fists clenched my hair.

When he finally yanked his dick out of my mouth, I collapsed onto the floor. I dry-heaved a little bit. My tits were hanging out because he had torn my shirt straight down the middle and pulled my bra halfway down during our initial tussle.

He laughed at me, towering above me like a Tolkien giant, lifted me bodily up and deposited me in his bed. He leaned down as if to kiss me, but instead spit into my open mouth.

He pulled out a knife: a big, jagged curved blade, looked like it was made for gutting sharks, probably illegal, and I shrank with fear. Was he going to choke me, dismember my body, dump the cut-up pieces into the lagoon? Have I mentioned that I was wet, sopping wet, big dark damp spot visible all over the crotch of my pants? He laughed at me again, and deftly cut the remainder of my clothes off, leaving me naked and vulnerable and whimpering.

His eyes were fixed mockingly on me as he stepped out of his work-stained blue jeans, and rolled a condom onto that beautiful cock. I spread my legs, feeling nakeder than I had ever felt before, and he impaled me with a grunt. I was wet enough that the invasion didn’t hurt, not one bit, but I kind of wished it did.

He fucked me hard, without mercy or thought for my pleasure. He started out holding his scary knife blade up against my throat, as it seemed to amuse him to watch me whimper with fear, but that quickly went by the wayside as he got more excited and abandoned himself into the act of fucking the shit out of me.

Normally I can’t come without a lot of clitoral stimulation, and I was already looking forward to replaying this whole scene slow-motion in the comfort of my own bed, with my big, 120 volt ac vibrator cranked up to 10. But Ye Gods, this fucking guy! He pulled his cock out and flipped me over, hoisted me up onto his knees, and slammed his cock back inside. “Make me come, bitch!” he barked, “Make me fucking come with your cunt!” I was more than willing to oblige. I wiggled my ass and humped back up against his thrusts with all my might, and as he grabbed a big handful of my hair and yanked hard, I felt it building up inside me.

“You fucking slut!” he snarled, and without warning he cruelly jammed a long wet finger up my asshole. We both came hard, at the same time, snarling like a pair of mating mountain lions.

He offered to loan me a pair of pajamas to drive home in, but I preferred to make do with my own torn and shredded, come-stained clothing. I was absolutely going to be instant-replaying with my Hitachi, the moment I got in the door.

He looked oddly vulnerable there in his tiny living room, his dick small and soft now, a little bit of a beer belly, helping me gather up my things.

“No,” I said, “You’re the easy one.”

2.

Spring days are nice around here, especially when you don’t have to work, especially when you have a few dollars in your pocket, and your cunt is still pleasantly sore from the encounter you enjoyed the other day, the one that left you with cuts and bruises, and makes your clit swell and tingle just thinking about it.

I was sitting out on the square, at a small table with a big fat latte, across the way from my former place of employment, watching the people go by, or more specifically, ogling the hot guys and their bulges and their butts, as well as the occasional female T&A that the unseasonably warm spring weather had unleashed like early blossoms. I was squeezing my thighs together, giving myself cheap thrills, thinking about the adventure I had had, and imagining more to come, and contemplating going home and getting serious about some hard-core masturbation, when I noticed Megan, me ex-coworker, sitting on a bench with her new boyfriend.

It wasn’t that I disliked Megan for any good reason; I just couldn’t stand the prissy little bitch. I had hated her from day one, and to make matters worse, she had always been extremely friendly and polite, and had gone out of her way to be nice to me.

She had mentioned him in the office the other week, this new guy she had met through whatever app the kids are using these days, and how he was really cute and super nice, and really shy, and blah blah blah, see, isn’t he adorable? I asked if he had sent her a dick pic yet, and she just laughed like I was joking, but I really wasn’t.

Now that I saw him, across the square, I wanted him to send ME a fucking dick pic! He was a dreamboat, way too cute for the likes of Megan. They were all over each other on the park bench, in the most G-rated, cutesy-poo sort of way. It made me faintly nauseous. Look at them holding hands, they look like they should be on the Hallmark channel together. I wondered if she had even seen his dick yet. I bet she hadn’t.

They said their goodbyes –she had to get back to the office, I knew—and it was all so cloying sweet it nearly put me into hyperglycemic shock. She kissed him on the fucking cheek, and waddled away, her ample ass casting a shadow like a solar eclipse. He watched her leave with a winsome, longing look on his face: if she hadn’t seen his cock yet, she was going to soon!

I fished in my handbag, and popped a couple of Xanax for courage. Or maybe they were lorazepam, or clonazepam, or vitamin D, I really don’t know. They wouldn’t kick in for at least half an hour, but they made me feel braver, and that was really the point. I picked up my oversized overpriced coffee and strolled, as casually as a Klingon Bird of Prey, over to the bench where he was now sitting all alone. The lamb.

“Hi, do you mind if I sit here?” Light and fluffy as a passing cloud, I didn’t wait for an answer but slipped directly onto the bench, making damn sure my thigh was pressed up against his.

“Um, no not at all, go ahead!” he was clearly non-plussed, which made him even cuter.

My hands were shaking, I hoped against hope I didn’t spill my coffee on him. My heart was racing. I couldn’t wait for the Xanax or whatever it was to start kicking in. To say this was out of character for me was like saying my pussy was a little bit wet.

“Isn’t it beautiful out today?” I pressed my thigh conversationally against his. It may have been my imagination, but I think he made a little squeak.

“You know what I like doing on a nice sunny afternoon in spring?” I licked my lips as suggestively as possible, which I thought was pretty suggestive, and I lay my hand down on his thigh.

“I, um, I have a girlfriend,” he stuttered. Oh my god, he was so cute I could just eat him up!

I advanced my hand onto his crotch, where I discovered that sure enough, he was hard. Good. Either the pharmaceuticals were kicking in, or I was getting high off my own endorphins.

“Oh yeah?” I gave his cock a friendly squeeze through his slacks. “Are you engaged? Engaged to be engaged?” I was petting it now, like a kitten, and I could feel it straining up through his pants. The pleasure that gave me was sublime. “Let’s go for a walk,” I said, “And you can tell me all about her.”

I took him by the hand (his palm was soft like a girl’s, and moist and sweaty, and he gripped my hand like a life preserver. I led us in front of the office where I used to work, on the off chance that Megan would happen to look out the window and see us walking past, hand-in-hand. The odds were against it, but a girl can always hope!

Into the park, along the path by the duck pond. The place was fairly empty, but far from deserted. Moms with toddlers were feeding the ducks, old ladies were strolling and gossiping, businessmen were on their cellphones.

He stopped us at a convenient tree, and he pulled me up close to him and kissed me. His lips were soft, his tongue restrained. He kissed, and I know this from experience, like a girl. For all that, he was a pretty good kisser. I could feel his cock straining through his pants as we made out, pressing up against my crotch, bumping up against my clit, and I liked that. I liked that an awful lot.

I pressed my tits hard against his chest. I may not be a skinny little waif, but I have boobs, and the boys certainly seem to like them. He wrapped his arms around me, putting his hands on my backside and squeezing my ass. My cunt was officially soaked.

“Come on,” I said, without any real idea where I was taking him, and hand-in-hand we jog-walked along the path, up the hill, until we came to a frog pond in a little patch of pine trees with a decorative bridge and some quasi-Japanese statuary. The place was empty at the moment, which was good because I don’t think his dick or my clit could have held out any longer.

We made out a little more at the top of the little bridge, but not for very long because we were both way, way too horny and turned-on. While busily trying to shove my tongue down his throat, I fumbled open the closure of his trousers. Not easy, but as soon as I was successful, his pants slid right down, and I followed them, ending up right where I wanted to be, on my knees, face-to-face with his crotch.

Yes, he was wearing white briefs, and yes, I thought that was absolutely adorable. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and yanked them straight down, freeing his cock like a jack-in-the-box. 

It wasn’t an especially big one, but I had sort of figured that out already, and I really didn’t mind. It would just be that much easier to fit the whole thing in my mouth, which is exactly what I proceeded to do.

God I love sucking cock!! I loved his taste, I loved the way he felt in my mouth, the noises he made. I probably could have made him come right then and there, but I wanted to prolong the pleasure – his for sure, but mostly mine.

I let his dick pop out of my mouth, and I admired it for a moment, small but tall and proud, glistening with my saliva and quivering with excitement. It was adorable, which is probably the last adjective any guys wants applied to his cock, but  it really was adorable.

“Turn around,” I said, and just to emphasize my point, I put both hands on his hips and I turned him around so he was bent over the bridge rail, with his flat butt right in my face.

His ass was pale and flawless. Without waiting for him to protest, I spread his cheeks and dove right in, licking all around his tiny, puckered little anus. He tasted musky and male and delicious. I stroked his wet cock with one hand while I wormed my tongue up his tight little asshole. The noises he was making were exquisite. I could feel his dick throbbing in my hand. His balls flapped up against my chin. My cunt was soaked.

I spun him around again, my own little marionette. I lifted up my shirt and pulled down my bra, and just for fun, enveloped his penis in the soft flesh of my boobs. I looked up at him and grinned hungrily.

“Where do you want to come?” I asked him sweetly, “On my face? On my tits? In my mouth?”

“Mouth!” he gasped, which was good, because that was where I had pretty much decided he was going to come anyway. I lusted to taste him, to consume and swallow him up.

I got serious about sucking him off, wrapping my lips tight around his petite cock, bobbing my head up and down, encouraging him to hump back, to fuck my mouth like a pussy. He took the hint. I grabbed his buns in both hands, pulling him into me, and let the tip of my middle finger slide inside his wet little asshole.

He made a sweet little choking noise, and exploded, instantly filling my mouth with what felt like about a gallon of thick, salty, bitter, delicious semen. I’m not ashamed to say I swallowed it all hungrily down, and sucked him dry.

When there was no more left to suck, when his dick was reduced to a soft little noodle, I finally released him and stood back up, tucking my tits back into my bra. I gave him a big, sloppy wet kiss on the lips. “Thank you,” I said, “That really hit the spot!”

He opened his mouth to say something, but just then his cellphone rang. It was in his pants pocket, and he suddenly seemed to remember that he was standing in the middle of a bridge in the park with his pants and underwear down around his ankles, and his privates hanging out in the cool spring air.

I walked away, leaving him scrambling to pull his pants back up and retrieve his ringing phone. I hoped it was Megan, I really did. An older lady was walking her Pomeranian by the pond, conspicuously not looking at me. I wondered how much she had seen. Hopefully everything. If she was anything like me, she would be jerking off as soon as she got home.

3.

I was finally out of the apartment. All my crap was packed up in boxes, loaded into the van. I was actually just pulling out of the driveway when Tami texted me.

Tami and I had been sexting until late the night before. It had started out fairly innocent, and (as tends to happen with me) had rapidly gotten heavily and explicitly sexual.

These are the things I knew about Tami: She’s a cancer survivor. She drives a school bus. She takes care of her disabled friend/roommate, who has cerebral palsy. She’s horny as fuck.

…and now I knew her address. I’d told her I was leaving town, and now she was inviting me over because she was, as she put it, “in desperate need of some quality dicking.” Well, I’d just see what I could do.

We hadn’t exchanged pictures. I had no idea what she looked like. She’d told me that she’d been celibate for an absurdly long time.

She was waiting for me in front of her house, a shabby little split-level ranch in a drab neighborhood. She was about my own age, but she looked a lot older, gaunt and skinny as an unwrapped mummy. She had thin grey hair, cropped into a crew cut, courtesy or recent chemo. She was wearing a black sweatshirt and baggy jeans. I’m going to rock this woman’s world, I thought to myself, if it’s the last fucking thing I do.

She ran up to meet me as I stepped out of the U-Haul, and then stopped short.

“You didn’t tell me you were a chick!”

“You never asked.” I put my arms around her and gave her a hug. She only hesitated a moment before hugging me tightly back. I dropped my hands to her nearly non-existent ass and squeezed, and she squirmed happily, rubbing herself up against me. We kissed a little bit, and it was nice, she tasted of vanilla.

She brought me inside, where I was introduced to her roommate, Reg. Reg was watching tv. She sat in an electric wheelchair. A urine bag was strapped to her leg, and she trailed oxygen tubing behind her.

“You kids have fun now,” she leered, “I’ll just turn the volume way up.”

Her bedroom was dark, with purple and green mood lighting. It reeked of patchouli. Quasi-psychedelic posters on the wall. Smooth jazz played through little Bluetooth speakers. I don’t usually like to fuck to music, especially smooth jazz, but as far as I was concerned, this was going to be all about her. Tall black taper candles, four of them, burned on a shelf above the headboard. I pulled her in close to me and we kissed some more, and I felt myself getting wet.

“I’ve never done it with a girl before.” Ah, but I had, and the truth is it ain’t rocket science. People are just people, you know? “Will you do it to me rough please, like we talked about last night?” I certainly would. We had gotten pretty filthy in our texting spree the night before.

We started smooching again, and this time I bit down hard on her lip, and she cooed and pressed her crotch against me. I shoved her backward, and we fell, tumbling onto her bed.

I pulled the sweatshirt off over her head. Her skin was almost translucent, and her ribs stuck out like rungs of a ladder. I kissed her all over, including the scars where her breasts had been.

“Please…” she begged, “Fuck me…”

Oh no sister, you’re not getting off that easy! I just wished that my collection of sex toys wasn’t so utterly buried under the boxes of books, clothing, board games, and cosmetics that presently filled the van. The tie from her bathrobe would do nicely though, and with a couple deft clove hitches, her wrists were firmly secured to the headboard.

“Oh, you’re bad!” she cooed.

“I’ll show you bad!” I pulled my t-shirt off over my head and unsnapped my bra. “Suck on these, girlfriend!” I shoved my boob in her face while I rubbed her pussy through her jeans. I could feel the heat of her cunt through the denim. I hadn’t fucked a girl in a really long time, and I was very much enjoying getting back into the habit.

I tugged her jeans off. She wasn’t wearing any panties. The contours of her pelvis showed clearly through her fragile pale skin. There was a tiny tuft of mouse-gray hair above her pussy. Her cunt was beautiful. It pouted open, like a rose bud, the swollen purple lips leaking slippery lust. Apparently I was doing ok.

I pulled off my own pants and stepped out of my panties. I shoved the crotch under Teri’s nose. “Are you ready to taste my pussy?”

“Oh yes,” she sighed, “Give it to me, please!”

I straddled her torso, shoving my cunt into her face, pulling her hair to bring her mouth to me. She lapped eagerly if inexpertly. The angle was awkward, but she looked hot as hell doing that.

Her licking felt nice, but the angle was off, and she definitely wasn’t going to get me off like that. Anyway, I was really really horny to get into her cunt, so climbed off and slid down between her legs.

Her pussy tasted sweet, clean and feminine. I enjoyed spreading her lips with my tongue, I enjoyed her wetness on my face, I enjoyed the sounds she made as I teased her pink clit out from under it’s little hood.

I have a strap-on in the van, and I was mentally kicking myself for not excavating out the toy box on my way over. On the other hand, there is nothing quite so sexy as fingering a chick to orgasm while you lick her clit, and feeling her orgasm all over your fingers.

I went to work. I slid one, and then a second finger up her slick wet pussy. It felt really sexy, her cunt wrapped around my fingers. Her clit bulged eagerly out, and I took it between my lips, sucking it like a tiny cock. Tami was humping back against me, grinding her clit against my mouth, moaning loud enough that it really didn’t matter how loud Reg had turned up the volume on the TV set, she was definitely hearing us now.

I slipped a wet finger up her asshole, and then just for good measure, I added a second finger. Now I was fucking her hard with four fingers of one hand, two in her cunt, two in her ass. I was pounding her as hard as I could, sweat was dripping down my face and my arm ached, and I was sucking her clit with everything I had.

She came hard for me, thrashing and screaming. Her cunt and her anus pulsated on my fingers, spasming and squeezing, her legs kicking high in the air. She shook the bed so hard that two of the tall taper candles fell off the shelf, and one immediately ignited a stack of papers on the floor by the bed.

Tami’s eyes were still shut tight, a angelic expression of bliss on her face. I disengaged from her, rushing to beat the fire out with a pillow, but it was already spreading, catching a wastepaper basket, a poster, and her wall hangings next to the door.

First thing to do was untie her, and fast! She cooed, “Oooh baby, that was…” and then she opened her eyes and saw flames. The room was rapidly filling up with smoke. “Oh SHIT!”

Finally, I got her wrists loose, and she shrank back from the fires, cowering with a panicked look on her face. “Shit! Reggie’s on oxygen, this place is a bomb!!”

 oh, fuck.

“Fire extinguisher! In the kitchen! Quick!!”

I rushed, naked, through what seemed like a wall of flames, burst out past the startled Reg, into the kitchen, where I grabbed the fire extinguisher, and sprinted back. The entire house was now starting to fill up with black smoke.

Back in the bedroom, I was eerily calm. I pulled the safety ring, and aimed the extinguisher at the base of the flames, pulling the trigger, and hosing the fire down with a side-to-side sweeping motion, just like in the instructions. In reality, the conflagration was much smaller than it looked. Before the little extinguisher was even empty, the fire was out.

“Holy…” Tami started saying.

“…Fuck!” I agreed.

We sheepishly pulled some clothes on, and opened all the windows and doors, apologizing profusely to Reg, who seemed unduly amused by the whole affair.

“You’re a hero!” Tami told me, as I climbed into the U-Haul van.

“The fuck I am,” I said, kissing her one last time. Then I put the van in gear and pulled out of her driveway onto the open road.

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Second Skyn

January 17, 2024 at 8:05 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

<Client>

You know that feeling? Maybe you don’t, but I do. That feeling when you wake up in the morning, and you’re feeling horny but you’re disgusted with yourself and bored with your husband, and your belly is too big and your tits sag, and he snores and farts and is all-in-all a good man, but isn’t there something more to all this? You get dressed, you make breakfast, you kiss your husband goodbye when he leaves for work… and then what?

I guess that’s the moment when you go out and have an affair. Or develop a drinking problem. Or join the PTA and get serious about Stamp Collecting. Me, I signed up for Second Skyn.

There are worse coping mechanisms, I guess. It’s not cheap, but what is? And I’m not actually cheating on my husband. Actually, I’m considering getting him a guest account, so he can watch me. Or, screw it, maybe I’ll surprise him and sign him up for a full account, so that I can watch him. That could be pretty hot…

<Host>

When I scanned my queue first thing in the morning, over my own private cup of coffee, I saw that I had a new request. It was a name I didn’t recognize. The profile claimed to be a middle-aged lady somewhere in the Midwest. But people claim all sorts of things. She didn’t have any reviews, which isn’t a good sign, but she was also a brand new user, which could explain it. I decided to go for it, and sent her a chat request, and she responded right away.

We talked a little bit, exchanging banalities, and then going a little deeper into what she was after. I had a good feeling about her, which isn’t bombproof, but after you’ve been in the biz a while, you learn to trust your hunches. We agreed to Skyn together in twenty minutes, long enough for me to finish my coffee and do my bathroom stuff.

<Client>

I was so excited when we got off the phone, I had to fight down the urge to masturbate right away. He was exactly what I was looking for. He was young, but not a kid; fit, but not a muscle boy, smart, funny, and most important of all he seemed REAL. He was nice, witty, not fake at all, and he seemed to be really into it. I was afraid I’d end up with a Ken-doll porn star type, a big dick, just going through the motions, but that wasn’t his vibe at all.

I got undressed and lay down on the bed, putting on the goggles and the earpieces, applying the electrode stickers according to the instructions. My vibrator and a bottle of lube were close at hand, but I had the strongest feeling I wasn’t even going to need them. This was going to be great!

<Host>

I finished brushing my teeth and shaving my face, and I did a quick brush-up shave to the pubes. I decided to start out fully dressed, just for the fun of it, so I pulled on a pair of jeans over my blue silk boxers, and put on a t-shirt. Then I lay down on the bed and smeared on a healthy dose of saline paste before I applied on the electrodes. Finally, I plugged the transmitter unit into the socket behind my left ear. The socket was the most expensive part of my rig, and getting it installed was a little scary and had left me with a headache that had lasted a week, as well as a brief worrisome spell of double vision that had thankfully self-resolved, but it was totally worth it. Far less clunky than the VR helmet, and my income had more than doubled once I’d started using it.

I lay down on the bed and relaxed, readying myself for her to take over. But not too relaxed. You never did know with people; I myself had a guy try to make me jump in front of a bus once, and a girlfriend of mine told me about waking up with a knife stuck up her cunt. This lady seemed nice enough, but you really never know…

<Client>

When I clicked the <ON> button on the side of the glasses, there was a lurch that was almost physical and left me slightly sick to my stomach, and then a pastoral scene: grass-covered hills with pretty trees and butterflies flitting about. A screensaver. I’d been warned about the nausea, and it soon evaporated. Then a thought balloon popped up in the air, asking if I would accept the offered host? I reached up and pushed the OK button, and my world shifted again.

Again the wave of nausea, but it passed quickly, and I was staring up at a strange ceiling. A ceiling fan turned lazily, and the perimeter was lined with LED Christmas tree lights. His sensations were intense, in fact a little too much at first: I could feel the soles of his feet, the pulse in his temples, his nipples rubbing up against the fabric of his t-shirt, the swelling of his cock. I had to go into settings and dial down the inputs a couple notches before it became overwhelming.

Much better. Somewhere, on another plane, I was aware that my clit was throbbing, and my cunt was wet, soaked in fact, wetter and more slippery than it had been without the assistance of lube in… years!

I pinched his nipples under his shirt and got a pleasant jolt and the even more pleasant sensation of his cock twitching inside his jeans. I ran his hand down the front of his crotch, feeling him stiffen, exploring his, my very own, length and girth through the rough denim. Mmm, big but not too big. He was fully erect now, and straining against the confining fabric. So THIS was how that felt… delicious!

There was a big mirror mounted on the wall at the foot of the bed. Shamelessly, I watched myself peel of the t-shirt, revealing a slim, hairless, muscular torso. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled those off along with his cute silk boxers (swoon!), and got a cheap thrill out of the way his cock bounced to full attention once free from his underpants. He was shaved bare, which is NOT my favorite look on a guy, I like some neatly trimmed pube action, but I have to say it felt amazing!

Lazily, I let my finger trace its way up and down the length of my dick, enjoying the textures and the contours. There was a fat drop of pre-come at the tip, and I scooped it up, bringing it to my lips. Holy shit, I could even TASTE the salty sweetness. I knew where all MY spare money was going from now on!

I played with my balls, gently juggling the tender globes around their soft sac, making my cock strain even harder.  I let my finger explore further down, petting the tender flesh of his taint, pressing against his puckered little asshole. I couldn’t believe how hot I was, how turned on this body had become. I wanted to FUCK, I wanted to shove that cock into the nearest available willing cunt, I wanted to lip my own lips around it and suck myself until I exploded in my own mouth… but of course he wasn’t quite that flexible. Though I admit I did do a shoulder-stand just to find out.

There was a bedside table with tissues and lube and a variety of toys conveniently laid out; a pocket pussy, a bullet vibe, a couple dildos, a small, and a much larger butt plug, as well as a bottle of lube and a box of tissues. I was tempted to try out the pocket pussy, but what I really wanted to feel was my own hand stroking my very own cock, making myself come in a way I had only ever experienced vicariously before. I did like the look of the butt plugs though.

I smeared lube all over the plug, and his tight asshole for good measure. The thing looked freaking enormous, I’m not sure my own body could have taken it, at least not without a long period of warm-up. His asshole swallowed the stainless steel toy with barely a complaint. The feeling once inside was amazing! I mean, I like some good anal action now and then, but it felt like this toy was pressed hard against the base of my cock, and it was driving me fucking insane! I glopped lube into my palms, and rolled over onto my back, admiring the view in the mirror, the weird porn star look of the shaved cock and balls framed by muscular thighs, the shiny flange of the butt plug nestled between tight buns.

I squeezed my cock in one hand, and immediately realized how easy it is for guys to masturbate: it’s all RIGHT THERE! I started slow, spreading the slick lube up and down the shaft and all over the swollen, purple head, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep the pace slow for long. I cupped my balls, torturing myself, barely dragging my fingertips up and down the length of my throbbing erection as my entire body begged for release.

Still squeezing my balls tight with one hand, I began jerking off in earnest, savoring every second of it, delighting in both the feel of my cock in my hand and my hand wrapped around my cock. I watched, entranced, craning my neck for a better view, moving my hand faster and faster, lifting my hips up off the sheets, involuntarily moaning out loud in my cascading ecstasy, my abdominal muscles rigid, my fist a blur now, my erection the exact center of the universe, my prostate throbbing against the toy in my ass like a second heart…

…and I came! His climax wrenched through me, unexpectedly powerful, and somewhere, far away, my own body came too, my cunt twitching and spasming without so much as a finger on my clit. Our combined orgasms shook my body, his body, for a little while I wasn’t even sure which was which, and I honestly didn’t care. He shot gobs of beautiful white pearly come all over his tummy and chest, and I just had to scoop it up with my finger and lick it all up, not because it was delicious (though it certainly didn’t taste bad!), but because it was so fucking sexy to be able to do that, to come as a guy and be able to lick it up myself. His penis shrank and softened disappointingly quickly, and I figured it would be polite to pull the butt plug out before logging off.

I tipped him, in addition to the standard fee, and jerked off twice the old-fashioned way, before finally getting out of bed to take a shower and start my day in earnest. I felt alive, in a way that I had forgotten I was capable of.

<Host>

I came out of the Skyn sweaty and sticky, tender of cock and anus, and still pleasantly high from the afterglow of my orgasm. And hers too, I think it had bled through the inputs, which can happen when things get really intense. She had been an excellent ride, and (peeking at my account balance), she had tipped me handsomely. This job, when it’s good, is the best job in the world. I had just made more money than I used to make in a full day as a bike messenger, just for jerking off for twenty minutes. I took a shower and brewed a second cup of coffee, and chatted with her on the text app for a while. It sounded like she could become a regular paycheck. She had a fantasy about me sucking a stranger’s cock in the back of some bar, which I wasn’t opposed to, especially with my friend Timithy playing the part of the ‘stranger’; and she wanted to Skyn me while I fucked a girl, which was fine by me as well. “That ain’t workin’, that’s the way you do it, money for nothing and the chicks are free…”

<Client>

We chatted for a while, and I felt myself getting turned on all over again. I wanted to suck a cock with his mouth, I wanted to pick up a chick, seduce her, drag her into bed, and nail her with my cock… and he was into it! He was up for whatever I could dream up! I couldn’t wait for our next session. Or maybe I’d Skyn a chick next time, a fit and slender young lady with big tits and a hungry cunt, and feel her getting fucked with a stranger’s cock, walk into a bar with a short skirt and no panties on, feeling every eye in the place devouring my body, every single body in the place mine to choose from. Even when I was young I’d never been bold and pretty and skinny like that, and now I had my chance, as long as there was money in my account, I was the sex fiend I’d always wanted to be.

I couldn’t wait for my husband to get home. I was going to fuck his brains out.

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Glass Half

May 5, 2018 at 2:18 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , ,

Patients don’t get admitted to this unit unless the doctors give them less than three months to live. It can be heartbreaking, working in hospice, but incredibly rewarding as well. People are grateful for small kindnesses, like a warm blanket, or just someone to sit and hold their hand. It feels good, as a nurse, to ease the transition, especially when someone is done suffering and is just ready to pass on. But the fact remains, getting a bed on my floor is pretty much a one-way ticket.

She was a lot younger than most of our patients, in her low 60s, which is always especially tough for me. It was breast cancer, metastasized.

The radiation and chemo had made her sick and pummeled her body. She was done. She wanted to live whatever she had left of life in whatever comfort she could. She didn’t have family, husband, kids. All she had was a house in the woods and a pair of big dogs. She couldn’t stay at home; she could barely walk. So she had come here.

“I’m worried that it may be spreading,” she told me after I had taken her vitals. “Can I show you?”

She lifted up her shirt. The right breast was clearly cancerous. You could see the tumors, lurking malignantly just under the skin. The entire underside of the breast was covered in an angry red rash, with raw-looking raised areas that oozed.

“The rash doesn’t look cancerous to me,” I lied. “Maybe it’s just a reaction to the radiation. We’ll see what the oncologist has to say.” I took a Sharpie and outlined the perimeter of the rash. It was big, far too big, and it was no kind of side-effect or drug reaction that I’d ever seen.

Her other breast, the one on the left, was perfect. Straight out of a teenage wet-dream: firm, pale, slightly perky, not too big. Flawless.

“I’m scared to go home,” she told me. Her shirt was still raised up, her breasts, both of them, right up in my face. “I just don’t want to be a burden to anybody.”

“You’re not a burden,” I told her. “I’m sure you’ve spent a lot of time in your life helping other people. Now it’s your turn to accept some help.”

“How long have you been a male nurse?” she asked me.

“Oh, I’ve always been a male nurse!” I told her, and we both laughed. Our eyes me, and something electric passed between us.

 

*

I was working the night shift, which is not my favorite. I had one patient on a morphine drip who wasn’t doing so well (or ‘circling the bowl’, as we say to each other when we’re well out of earshot.) I wasn’t sure he would make it through the night, and I was considering calling his family and asking them to come to the hospital. It was nearly two in the morning when her call bell went off.

“I’m so sorry to bother you,” she said. She was sitting in her vinyl hospital armchair, wearing a gown and sweatpants, reading a novel. “I have a terrible cramp. Could you rub my shoulders?”

Of course I could.

I rub patient shoulders all the time. Sometimes, when the morphine stops working, that is all I can do for them. But it doesn’t usually make my dick hard.

“Mmm,” she said, and my cock twitched involuntarily. “That feels so good. A little lower please?”

I complied.

“Would you mind rubbing around the front as well?”

“Like this?” I asked, sliding my hand inside her hospital gown and cupping her left breast in my hand.

“Yes,” she said. “Exactly like that.” My dick was now a full-on twitching erection, making a conspicuous tent in the front of my scrub bottoms. I felt her nipple stiffen under my palm. “The other one too, please.”

Somehow or other, her gown had become untied, and slipped in a crumpled mess around her lap. My right hand cupped her cancerous breast, hard and lumpy. I squeezed both her nipples between thumb and forefinger, bending over to sniff her hair.

“Yessss…” she sighed, arching her back. “Harder. Make it hurt.”

I squeezed harder, as hard as I could, and her moan electrified me. Then an alarm went off. It was room eleven, my morphine drip. I had to run, and then it was definitely time to call the family, in the wee hours of the night, and hopefully he could hang on at least until they arrived for one last goodbye. It was a long night, and I didn’t make it back to her room until shift change, where I found her asleep in her chair.

 

*

She was losing weight, weight that she couldn’t afford to lose. We put her on drugs to stimulate her appetite. We didn’t have cannabis at our hospital, that would have been so much easier.

I checked on her at lunch time. She hadn’t touched anything on her tray.

“You don’t like what you got for lunch?”

“No.” She looked at me wryly. “Would you?”

I looked at the untouched tray: mystery meat, rehydrated mashed potatoes, dubious vegetable. “Well, it is hospital food,” I said sympathetically.

“Isn’t there something else I could eat?”

“Maybe I can get the kitchen to send something else up…”

“That isn’t what I’m talking about and you know it.”

Is there a world record for going from completely flaccid to totally erect? I may have just shattered that record. “What if the doctor calls? What if another patient rings for me?”

“Well then I’ll have to be quick, won’t I? … Shut the door.”

She reclined the head of her bed so that her face was right at the level of my crotch. I undid my drawstring and dropped my scrub bottoms, letting my engorged cock pop out.

“Mmmmm,” she said, “Now that looks delicious! Bigger than I thought it would be, too. Now turn around, I want to check out your bum.”

I did as I was told. “Very nice. Spread your buns for me. I want to lick your asshole.”

Who was I to argue? Patient satisfaction is our number one goal. I spread my cheeks apart, and felt her hot breath on my most private parts. Her tongue traced its way up the back of my balls, along my taint, and up to my anus, where it slithered and circled and did its honest best to infiltrate my asshole. My dick was harder than I could ever remember it being.

She came up for air. “Mmmm… yummy. I could do that all day long. But I did say I’d be quick, now didn’t I? Turn around again, let me have that dick.”

My cock was leaking sticky clear pre-come. She kissed it right on the swollen purple glans. “Now use me,” she said. “Fuck my face.”

“If I do, will you eat your lunch afterward?”

“I’ll try.”

She opened her mouth wide, and I slipped my cock inside. How long had it been since I’d had an honest blowjob? Not in the last ten years of marriage, that was for sure! Her tongue caressed the underside of my cock, swirling around the head.

I was already pretty close. She took my hands, placed them on her breasts, one perfect, one ruinous. I started fucking her mouth. Gently at first, just sliding my cock softly in and out between her lips. She moaned onto me: “Harder.”

A call bell went off somewhere on the unit. She moaned again, something I couldn’t make out. I gripped her tits hard and started fucking her mouth in earnest. It felt amazing. She choked and gagged a little bit, but stayed with me. I felt myself slipping over the edge. I buried my cock in her mouth, it felt like I was halfway down her esophagus, my hands gripping her tits like handlebars, biting down hard on my lower lip as I came.

When she had extracted all the sticky white semen from my wilting cock, she smiled. “Thank you. Now shouldn’t you go see who’s ringing?”

I pulled up my pants. “Remember your promise,” I said. “I want that plate to be clean by the time I come back.”

“I’ll try,” she said.

 

*

The oncologist confirmed my suspicion. The rash was no side-effect, and it was spreading by the day. Cancer had riddled her body like mold in blue cheese. She took Dilaudid now and then when the pain got unbearable, but she said she hated the way it made her feel.

Despite everything, she was gaining back a little weight, and with physical therapy she could get around on her own now with a walker.

Sometimes when I worked nights, I’d come to her room and give her orgasms with my fingers while we kissed; sometimes I’d jerk off onto her tits; and sometimes we’d just sit and talk.

“I want to die at home,” she said.

I nodded. I get it. I understand.

“Will you come visit me?” she asked, “Just once?”

I never ever go see patients or their families outside of the hospital. It is a line that I don’t ever cross, the work/life barrier. I do it to protect my own sanity, to keep from being overwhelmed by the sadness of other people’s tragedy. “Yes,” I said, “Of course I’ll come see you.”

 

*

I told my wife I had to go to a training on my day off. Totally plausible, I have to attend those on a fairly regular basis. Even so, I kept glancing into the rearview mirror as I navigated the back roads through lush hills to her cabin, as if my wife might be tailing me.

No dogs barked as I pulled up the long driveway. She told me later that she’d given them to a shelter, the kind that doesn’t kill animals. She told me that was the first time in this whole experience that she’d broken down and cried.

She met me at the door, naked, leaning heavily on her walker. She had lost all the weight she’d gained at the hospital, and then some. She looked gaunt. Her cancerous tit was crusty and deformed. I hugged her close, and she kissed me hard on the lips, with surprising vigor.

“Come on in,” she said, “What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?”

She led me to the bedroom. The house was weirdly quiet and bare. It didn’t feel like anyone lived there anymore. Her chest of drawers was covered in pill bottles, every color of the rainbow. On her bedside table was a handgun, a nickel-plated revolver that looked like it belonged in a cowboy movie.

I slipped out of my clothes and joined her in the big soft bed. My cock was hard and it rubbed pleasantly against the crease of her ass. We kissed again, and I slid my hand between her legs. She was wet, dripping wet and slippery.

My dick found its way inside her, and we fucked, slowly, enjoying the sensation, never wanting it to end. She humped back against my cock, wiggling her ass. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much!” she told me. Her voice had gotten dry and raspy.

I kept getting close, and then having to stop. I didn’t want to come so soon.

“Would you mind licking my pussy? Just a little bit?”

I didn’t mind at all. Not one little bit.

I dived between her legs, burying my face in her crotch. My tongue found her clit, my fingers toyed with her pussy and her anus. I don’t know how long I was down there, but it was far more than just a little bit. Finally, she cried out loud and her body shook, and I knew I had been successful.

She kissed me. “Thank you so much. You’ve always been so kind and patient with me.”

“It’s been my pleasure. Really and truly.”

“Would you do one more thing for me?”

“Sure.”

“Would you fuck my ass? I’ve always wanted to feel that, and I’ve never had it.”

“Ok.”

We rearranged ourselves. She was too weak to stay up on all fours, but lying on her stomach with a couple pillows under her hips seemed like it was going to work.

I got my head between her cheeks, inhaling the scent of her sex, and rimmed her asshole, licking her from her pussy up to the base of her spine and back down again, delighting in her sighs and the way she pressed back at me.

“Do it to me,” she whispered, “Don’t be too gentle.”

I pressed my cock against her saliva-wet anus. She groaned, and pressed back against me. Her body opened up to accept me. I shoved forward and she grunted. She was wicked tight. “Fuck me,” she said, and I did.

My cock plunged in and out of her tight, hot asshole. Every time I thrust into her, she panted and coughed. Her hands were gripping the pillow at the top of the bed, her head to one side, eyes shut tight. “Harder… harder…”

I reached under her, finding her soaking wet pussy, spreading her juices up and over the erect nub of her clit. I was losing control now, fucking her ass as hard as I could, losing myself in my own pleasure.

“Oh my God,” she called out, her voice suddenly clear and loud, “I’m going to come!”

We came at the same instant, her cunt spasming on my probing fingers as my cock exploded in her ass. We lay there for a long time, locked together, sweaty and panting, two lovers in an obscene embrace that neither one of us wanted to let go of just yet.

She had to take some pills. She needed applesauce to get them down now. After that, we fucked again. She tried being on top, but quickly got too tired, so we rolled over, and I fucked her missionary-style, kissing her lips as I came deep inside her cunt.

“I might fall asleep,” she said. My cock was still inside her. “Don’t wake me up if I do. Just leave. You’ve been an amazing nurse.”

Soon she was snoring. Her face looked relaxed and peaceful. I gently extracted myself, and crept into her shower, washing the sex smell off my body. She hadn’t moved by the time I left.

 

*

I saw her name in the newspaper the following week. I read the obituaries obsessively, for reasons that are probably obvious. The short article said that she’d died at home, after a long illness, and that she’d left all her money to an organization that rescues abused animals.

I cut her obituary out of the newsprint and put it inside my wallet, where I carried it around with me until it disintegrated.

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Equilibrium

March 1, 2018 at 2:38 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , ,

In retrospect, getting an apartment together may have been a mistake. We were both really damn young, what did we know about cohabitating? It all more or less worked out in the end though.

Meg had plucked my virginity the summer before like a ripe, low hanging plum, and for a while anyway, I was deeply and strenuously in love with her.

It was hard for me to believe, but the sex had started to get a little boring. Just a bit. Meg liked to fuck, and she liked it a LOT, but that was about all she liked. She had no interest whatsoever in exploring or experimenting with all of the things I was so eager to try out.

We had fucked just that morning. I woke up hard, as I usually did. I reached over, slipping my hand inside Meg’s pajama bottoms, where I found her willing, ready, and very shortly sopping wet. The thrill and novelty of readily available sex had not yet started to wear off.

I tugged her bottoms down. Her pussy was a moist, blossoming flower with ripe, swollen lips, and the cutest little bud of a clitoris. I ached to slide my head down between her voluptuous pale thighs and eat her out until she cried, lick her pussy and clit until my face was covered in her slick juices, and she pulled my hair hard as she came. Meg had never let me go down on her. She said it made her feel too self-conscious.

I climbed atop her and slid my dick up her pussy. It was always amazing to me just how good it felt to be inside her: hot and wet and tight. We kissed, she humped back against my thrusting cock, and we found a rhythm, prolonging our pleasure.

We changed positions, with her on all fours in front of me. It was easier for her to come that way. I liked the way her tits hung down and swung around while we fucked; I loved seeing her ass right there, up close and personal. I always wanted to stick my finger up her tight little butthole, but that was strictly forbidden.

We were both really excited. She came first, crying out like a songbird, and that totally set me off. I shoved my cock in hard one last time, yelled out her name, and pumped her wet pussy full of my come. Then we both showered, got dressed, and started our day.

One of the problems was that neither one of us had a car. Meg took the bus to work, I walked. After work, Meg’s mom picked me up to take me to the supermarket so that I could pick up some groceries.

The back seat was jammed full of shopping bags: a week’s worth of food, and we were headed back to the apartment. Meg’s mom was wearing a comfortable-looking t-shirt that showed off her considerable bust, and a faded pair of blue jeans. “I’m so glad that you and Meg are together,” she told me. “You two make such a cute couple. …but don’t you think she’s a bit of a prude? I bet she doesn’t even suck that cock of yours.”

At this point I realized two things simultaneously: Meg’s mom’s hand was resting on my thigh; and I had an uncomfortable erection inside my pants. And it was true: after one abortive early attempt, Meg had never again put her mouth on my dick.

“You know,” she said, running her hand up and down my inseam, “I used to give pretty awesome head. Back in the day.”

We had pulled up in front of the apartment building. Meg’s mom killed the engine. My dick was doing its god-damnedest to bust through my zipper. This was deeply, deeply fucked up. If this lady hit any harder on me, I’d have bruises. She was my goddamn girlfriend’s mother, for fuck’s sake, and at least twice my age. But for all that, she was pretty decent looking, with all kind of interesting curves on her.

Whatever. I seemed to have lost any say in the matter as she unzipped my pants, freeing my cock, which sprung immediately to full attention, thrilled to be relieved of the confines of my trousers.

“Oooh,” she cooed, “That’s a beauty! Looks de-licious too!” And she dropped her head onto my lap, opened wide, and swallowed me whole.

We were parked right in front of our apartment complex. Cars were constantly driving by, people occasionally walking past on the sidewalk. Meg would be getting home any moment.

Meg’s mom wasn’t fucking around. She wasted no time at all on subtleties. She slurped my cock deep into her mouth, lavishing her tongue all over the shaft and trying to stuff me down her throat until she gagged and coughed. She looked up at me, grinned wickedly, and pulled the front of her t-shirt down, letting her big fat cantaloupe sized tits hang out. Then she went back to work.

Some girl with green hair and a stylish leather jacket walking by on the sidewalk tapped on the car window, flashing me a smile and a big thumbs-up. I waved weakly.

Meg’s mom had her lips wrapped around the bulbous head, sucking hard. Her hand was a blur on my wet shaft, pumping up and down for all she was worth. It didn’t take long. It couldn’t have been more than a minute or two before I was lifting my butt up out of the passenger seat, humping her mouth, squirting what felt like bucketloads of semen into Meg’s mom’s hungry, voracious mouth.

The girl who’d been watching through the window winked and stuck her tongue out salaciously before moving on, while I hurriedly got zipped up and Meg’s mom looked on just like a big, self-satisfied housecat.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that to you Kiddo!” she said. Meg’s bus pulled up a couple car-lengths behind us, and Meg stepped off the bus. “My turn next… what comes around goes around!” And she helped me and Meg carry the grocery bags into our place while my sticky dick still flopped wet and drooling inside my pants.

Two days later, Friday, I had to work late and ended up walking home in the dark. And it rained on me. When I got home, Meg gave me a big hug, despite the fact that I was soaking wet.  “My mom’s coming over,” she told me. “I ordered a pizza, and we’re going to watch a movie. Sorry I didn’t give you any heads-up.”

“No worries,” I said. “I like your mother.” –gulp—

“She should be here in about half an hour,” Meg said. “Do you wanna go for a quickie?”

“Sure!” I said, and Meg was already tugging off my wet things. She didn’t even bother getting undressed, just hiked up her skirt, bent over the sofa, and pulled her panties to one side.

I slid my dick straight up inside her wet pussy. “Mmmm,” she purred, “Fuck me hard, do it to me!”

And so I did, hard and fast. It was really sexy to be fucking Meg right through her panties, and she seemed really into it, making a lot of gasping and mewing noises, and humping back against me with each thrust while she fiddled with her clit. It was pretty hot, and it was in a way the closest we’d ever gotten to ‘kinky’. I came really quickly, shooting off inside Meg’s pussy just as she climaxed, and two seconds later, while my still firm dick was still nestled inside Meg’s juicy come-slick pussy, the doorbell rang.

I extracted myself and ducked into the bedroom to put on some dry clothes while Meg got the door.

The movie was good, I guess. I was pretty distracted, and had a hard time focusing. I was sandwiched on the couch in between Meg and her mother. Meg’s mom kept playing with my cock through my pants whenever Meg wasn’t looking, and it wasn’t long before I was hard all over again. I was a little afraid that Meg would notice the bulge in my pants and wonder what was up, but when her mom got up to use the bathroom, Meg whispered in my ear “I think it’s really sexy that your come is still inside me, and it’s getting my panties really wet.” She was blushing really hard. It was cute.

When the movie was over, Meg announced that she was going to take a shower. Meg’s mom said that she was going to have another beer before she left.

As soon as the bathroom door closed and we heard the water running, Meg’s mom lifted up her skirt and spread her legs. Her pussy was plump and hairy and sexy as all hell. “I hope you’re feeling hungry,” she said, “Because this kitty ain’t gonna lick itself!”

I got down on my knees between her legs and went right to it. Her taste was strong, almost overpowering at first, but I got used to it quickly. I slurped up and down her pussy, stimulating her prominent clit, and doing my damnedest to fuck her cunt with my tongue. She guided me with her hands on my head and made nice appreciative noises. It was my first time ever licking pussy, and I’m honestly not sure I did a very good job, but she made me feel like a champion cunninlingist.

“Play with my asshole,” she instructed me, “slip a finger up inside… yeah, just like that. Now finger fuck my pussy… mmmm… yeah, now lick my clit hard!”

I did just as I was instructed, and if she faked her orgasm, she did a damn convincing job of it! I felt like a million bucks, and my cock swelled up with pride.

“You have no idea,” she said as I came up for air, panting and soaked in her slick juices, “How badly I needed that. Now come fuck me. Quick, while she’s still in the shower.” She grabbed her ankles and lifted her feet up to her ears. Those yoga classes weren’t for nothing!

I slipped my cock inside her, amazed once again at how good it felt, how similar and yet totally different it was from fucking Meg. She wasn’t tight, but she was muscular down there, I could feel her pussy grasping at my cock, and she was very, very wet. It felt amazing on my dick.

The shower water turned off, and I froze, deep inside Meg’s mother’s cunt. A moment later we heard the sound of Meg’s hairdryer turning on.

“Why don’t you finish in my ass?” she said. “I bet Meg’s never let you do that… Where I got such a prudish kid, I’ll never know… I blame her father.”

I pulled my dick out of her slippery pussy. “I’ll be gentle,” I promised. She snorfed.

“Just fuck my ass Kiddo, come on!”

My wet cock slipped easily up her butt. The sensation was only marginally different from fucking a pussy, but the situation was so wild, so nasty, so crazy and erotic that I felt myself losing it almost immediately.

Meg’s mom was grinning wolfishly and rubbing her fat pink clit in slow, lazy circles. “Go on kid, fuck that ass hard, I want to feel you come inside me!”

The hairdryer turned off. I started pounding Meg’s mom’s ass hard and fast, abandoning any semblance of gentleness. “Oh yeah, that’s the shit”, she cooed, “go on, fill my asshole full of come, you hot little stud!”

I buried my cock deep inside her, biting my lips hard so as not to cry out loud as I came.

Meg’s mom took a long pull from her beer and belched loudly.

I got my pants up and zipped just as Meg came out of the bathroom. We said our goodnights and went to bed. I slept hard that night, and did not dream.

I was woken up the next morning by Meg playing with my dick. It was already hard, and she was running her forefinger up and down the length, smiling shyly. She was topless, and her breasts jiggled pleasantly as she moved.

“Horny much?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, blinking the sleep out of my eyes.

“Me too.” She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around my shaft and started moving her hand more rapidly.

“You know how you always want to try different stuff, and I’m always too shy…?” Now Meg’s hand was moving up and down in an inescapable rhythm. I was lifting my ass up off the bed, matching her movements, straining toward her. “Well I’ve been thinking… what if we brought in someone else, someone older and more experienced, and you could try doing things with her while I watched? I think that would be sexy… Would you like that?”

“Yeah…!” I groaned, and came, splashing pearly-white semen all over my tummy and chest. Meg climbed on top of me, smearing my come all over her boobs, and we kissed for a long, long time.

 

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Like a Bitch in Heat

December 29, 2017 at 1:05 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

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Thom walked into your bedroom early that morning and caught you masturbating, your pink dildo sliding leisurely in and out of your sultry, juicy cunt; legs spread wide as the prairie, while you watched some kind of tawdry porno on your phone. He came running to me, of course. I was not best pleased at being woken up in this fashion, but I wasn’t really surprised either.

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Grumbling a little, I pulled on my boxer shorts and hauled my corpus up out of bed. I fetched the bucket from the mud room, and hauled it down to your little cloister. Sure enough there you were, sprawled all over the bed, tits hanging out like a pair of ripe mangoes, and your cunt spread wide, your pink plastic toy buzzing busily, slurping and squelching away.

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I said your name, but you were too blissed-out to hear me. More disappointed than actually angry, I dumped the bucket of cold water over your head, shocking you out of your state of sexual rapture.
“Now get cleaned up”, I said. “and meet us in the kitchen.”
“Bitch is in heat,” I told Thom.

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I strapped you naked to the kitchen table, thumbs secured to D-rings imbedded in the table over your head, your big toes lashed to lines leading up to pulleys mounted in the ceiling, while Thom made bacon and eggs. I would spoon feed you oatmeal later on, if I remembered.
Breakfast was delicious, but your whining and whimpering started to get on my nerves. Eventually I realized that Thom had squirted hot sauce all over your cunt while I wasn’t looking. That would have earned him a sound spanking, but he snickered maliciously, so I used the belt. Once his buttocks were suitability striped red with pretty raised welts, I got a moist washcloth and gently cleaned off your sensitive lady parts. Your clit was still all pink and swollen, just the way I like it.

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Thom had a playdate that morning, a boy from school named Greg. I hadn’t met him before. He seemed nice enough, a computer science type, a little bit on the chunky side for my taste, but cute nonetheless. I don’t believe he’d ever seen a real live naked lady before: he seemed shyly fascinated. I let him play with your breasts and your pussy, sliding a pudgy finger up inside your slick cunt. He really started to get into it too, inserting two and then three fingers up your hole, until you got dangerously close to coming, and I made him stop. Then I had to slap your face and tits for a while to cool you off, until tears ran down your cheeks and you stifled throaty sobs. Your cunt told a different story though, drooling hungrily.

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Thom and Greg got down to their playdate. The kid was ridiculously hung, and shaved bare just like a porn star. Thom impressed me by taking the whole length of Greg’s cock down his throat, though he choked and gagged on it. I made sure you could see, because I know it turns you on immensely to watch boys fuck, even if you’re not the biggest fan of Thom in the world.

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I got pretty turned on watching Greg fuck Thom’s face with that grotesque oversized cock of his, and I know you did too. He shot off into Thom’s mouth, and the cutest little dribble of come leaked out the side of his impishly cherubic smile.

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Because I know he hates it, even as it feels amazing on his naked cock, I made Thom fuck you a little bit, before I allowed him to properly consummate his playdate. Greg and I watched hungrily as Thom’s dick slid in and out of your cunt, your labia grasping hungrily at it, your slippery juices smeared all over his erection, your hips lifting and straining to meet his every half-hearted thrust.

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After just a little bit of that, I had mercy and let him bang his little friend from school. When Thom pulled his hard, wet dick out, your pussy gaped ravenously, and you squirmed, tugging desperately against the bonds that held you, calling me a variety of foul and nasty names in a raspy undertone. I pretended not to hear.

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Thom rolled on a condom, and perfunctorily lubed up his friend. Greg took it like a champ while I alternately teased your nipples and clit with a mini vibrator and an ice cube. Every time you started to get the least bit close, I backed right off with both. After a little of this, I left you be and busied myself tidying up and doing dishes while the boys fucked.

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Thom and Greg were huffing and puffing like a pair of steam locomotives going up a steep grade, Thom’s cock pounding Greg’s asshole, making his balls shake and his big dick bounce and slap against his belly. You were whining and whimpering, begging to be allowed to come, in the most tawdry and clichéd terms ever: “Please sir, I beg of you, give me that cock of yours… I need to come so badly sir… I’ll do anything, I promise only please come fuck me…” It was annoying, so I stuffed a dirty sock in your mouth to shut you up for a while.

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Finally Thom got his rocks off, coming deep inside Greg’s tight asshole. The boys disentangled gently, almost tenderly, a pair of very sweaty and sticky x-rated cherubim. You finally managed to spit out the gym sock I’d crammed into your mouth, and in the process vomited up a good amount of your breakfast oatmeal. Thom found that hilarious and laughed and laughed, until I made him clean up the mess. The two of you stared daggers at each other, a barely contained fury that was exactly how I liked you both best.

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After we bade farewell to Greg, I ordered Thom upstairs for a shower. I spent a little more time teasing and tormenting you, because I enjoy it so much. I kissed your lips and pinched your nipples, biting down hard enough to draw blood, threatening to extract your nipple rings the hard way before licking your pussy very carefully and delicately, avoiding the one place I knew you needed most to be touched.

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When neither of us could stand it any longer, I bit your inner thigh hard, making you scream at the ceiling, and leaving a pretty bruise. Then using the cords lashed to your toes, I hauled your legs up into the air until your butt was lifted up off the table.

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There was a big sticky puddle underneath you. Your cunt was drooling copiously. You looked gorgeous, rawly sexual, a pornographic masterpiece. I might have left you like that for a while, made you beg and plead for it some more, but now my own need had become too great.

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With one saliva-wet finger, I probed your asshole. You were loose, slick, just as ready as I was.

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Without preamble, I jammed my cock up your tight little hole. You exhaled a throaty “Yessssss” as I penetrated you, stretching and filling you, making you complete. I wasn’t going to last long.

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I put my hand on your throat, pressing down on your windpipe, before I remembered that you had a playdate of your own planned for tomorrow; Maryann was supposed to come over and play, and I probably shouldn’t leave grotesque bruises all over your neck this time. I placed my hand over your mouth and nose. “You know the rules,” I said. “No air until I come. If that means I get off fucking your unconscious body, I’m fine with that. “ Your eyes met mine, unafraid.
I started moving inside you. Very slowly at first: I was primed to explode, but I wanted to hold on as long as I could. It wasn’t going to be very long. We were both way too excited. Your anus clenched around my shaft as I started to fuck in earnest. I could feel your body straining to meet mine.

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I inserted two fingers up your cunt. You were amazingly hot inside, incredibly wet, absolutely sopping. My fingertips found your g-spot and pressed hard, beckoning. I could feel my own fingers moving inside you, rubbing against my cock. You exploded, thrashing against your bonds, squirting all over me. This set me off, and with a yell I came, pumping semen deep inside your asshole. Your orgasm continued almost forever, wave after wave of pent-up frustration breaking loose, shattering through your body. I removed my hand from your face just before you lost consciousness, and we kissed for a long time, my spent and softening cock still captured in your ass, your cunt still twitching.

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That night I made Thom sleep in the doghouse. You jerked me off in bed, and I fell asleep like that, with your hand wrapped around my exhausted penis, a sticky puddle of semen smeared all over my tummy.
Late that night, or very early the next morning, we fucked again; plain old boring penis in vagina sex. It was uncomplicated, slow, sweet, and very very vanilla. And it was delicious.

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