This is my first attempt in the “Flash Fiction” genre. Normally my writing ferments a little and I don’t like to post as soon as I have typed the last word. Although I have had the experience of stories falling out of me from seemingly nowhere before. In any case I hope you enjoy my first effort.
Brigit Delaney gave the following image as the prompt
The asphalt is hard. All around is noise. Police, protesters, tear gas cannisters, shouting, rubber bullets being fired. It feels like the end of the world. Then he kisses me. I feel as if time has stopped. Suddenly nothing matters except his body on mine. His hand pushing aside my panties. His breath in my ear drowns out the chaos. I look into his eyes as his fingers probe into me, stroking my wetness, spreading it over my throbbing clit.
Somehow his cock is pressing against my opening, demanding entry. I cannot deny him. Right there on the street he fucks me. Hard intense strokes. My body rises to meet him. I feel him building and I am right there with him. The earth moves. Nothing matters except us.
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A sneaky autumn breeze wound it’s way around Richard’s ankles as he knocked on the door. He shivered but he wasn’t sure if it the chill was the weather or the butterflies in his stomach. The door opened and Louise stood in front of him. With his heart hammering in his chest Richard took in the way the soft fabric of her dress clung to her curves. Her nails were freshly manicured, French polish. Simple, the way she liked it. Her hair was clean and straightened hanging down over her shoulders but the thing that made his breath catch in his throat was her eyes, slate grey, drilling down into his soul. Without breaking eye contact, she reached up and buckled the collar around his neck. He had to force himself not to look around to see if any neighbours were watching. There was an awkward pause as he stood, collared, waiting for her to invite him in.
“You are not appropriately dressed,” she reminded him.
Richard’s heart hammered hard against his ribs. She had warned him that he would not enter her house clothed but he did not expect that she would make him strip on the doorstep where any passer-by could see him. He opened his mouth to ask if he could undress in her entry way. She raised her eyebrow ever so slightly and the question died in his throat. Slowly, looking her straight in the eye he removed his shirt, his shoes and socks, and finally, his trousers. The chill wind made his skin pucker with gooseflesh, but he could feel his cock hot and hard, straining against his underwear. A drip of pre-cum moistened his boxers. Her eyes flicked downwards, somehow his cock grew harder.
She stood aside and he stepped through the door, holding his clothing awkwardly. She pointed to a hamper sitting next to the door,
“You can leave your clothes in there,” Louise turned to make her way down the hallway.
Without speaking Richard placed his clothes carefully into the hamper.
“And your underwear,” she didn’t even look back as she gave the last command.
Quickly Richard pulled his underwear down over his butt and dropped them into the hamper. His cock stood out proudly in front of him as he scurried down the hallway after her. He caught up with her in front of a large wooden door. Her eyes flicked downwards. Automatically his hands covered his cock.
“Don’t do that,” she said firmly.
“Sorry,” he felt like a small child being chastised by his teacher. There was a moment’s silence.
“It will be OK,” her voice softened a little. “If you don’t want to do this you can halt any time,” she lifted his chin so that their eyes met again. It was the first time she had touched him that evening. His skin responded to the heat of her touch. Her eyes flickered with desire. Did she want him as much as he wanted her? He nodded,
“I am ready.” He straightened himself up with his hands by his sides.
“OK then,” she turned the handle of the door and pushed it open.
Inside her den two other expensively dressed women reclined on the ornate leather couch. Soft clinging dresses displayed their curves. Low necklines showed the swell of their breasts and sheer black stockings encased their legs. The women looked at him brazenly taking in every detail of his body. With the collar weighing around his neck, Richard forced himself to stand proudly. He didn’t want to disappoint his mistress.
“Ladies,” Louise purred, did Richard hear a note of pride? “This is Richard. He is at your disposal for the evening however please remember the rules. His safe word is kaleidoscope.” She turned and smiled at Richard. “Would you mind making us a drink? The ingredients for expresso martinis are all at the bar.”
“Certainly,” Richard made his way to the bar and busied himself with the drinks. He was glad of something mundane to do. The methodical process of measuring and mixing calmed his nerves. As he prepared the drinks, he took quick peeks at the two other women. They were a similar age to Louise, early forties, both had the same look of elegance and grooming that can only be bought with a significant amount of money and leisure time to burn.
One of the women caught him looking at them. Heat flushed Richard’s face as he quickly looked away. As he served their drinks she looked him straight in the eye as she spread her legs and casually lifted her skirt. The edge of the fabric revealed smooth skin above the top of her stockings and a freshly waxed mound. Taking her drink from him she ran her other hand over the smooth mound before sliding a finger down into her slit.
“Louise says you are very good at pleasing,” she said as she took a sip of her drink.
“Mistress is too kind,” Richard placed the empty tray on the coffee table and stood before her, waiting.
The woman stroked her finger up and down her pussy as she spread her legs wider, “I think I would like a demonstration of your skills.”
Obediently Richard knelt between her legs and touched the skin of her outer labia before leaning down and gently running his tongue over her outer lips. The woman sighed in pleasure and leaned back on the couch. Beside them Louise and her other friend continued their conversation as if nothing was out of place.
Richard’s tongue travelled over his new friend’s folds, tasting, sucking and probing. As he had been trained, he listened intently to her response tailoring his attention to her responses. Her hands curled into the back of his hair as he slipped a finger inside her opening and moved it slightly against her G-spot. Responding to the increasing moans and thrusting of her hips, Richard began to stoke her swollen clit harder and faster. Juice from her pussy coated his chin before her back arched off the couch as the orgasm gripped her.
The room was quiet as Richard sat back on his heels with his hands resting on her knees. After a few moments she sat up and regained her composure. Richard got to his feet and bent down to collect the empty cocktail glasses.
“Another round of drinks ladies?” he asked calmly.
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Sometimes I get asked by men to send images and videos for them to use as “inspiration” as a rule I resist these requests, especially from men I have never met. Sometimes though, I find it enticing to think about what they do while they are watching me.
The message notification sat on his screen, tantalizing him. Even though he was busy it’s contents still wormed their way into the corner of his mind. In moments of idleness, he found himself remembering her body and the sound of her moans as she was pleasured by her husband and himself. The night had been a last-minute thing. There had been an opportunity and he took the chance. No one was disappointed.
All day he tried to focus on his work, but the memory of her body and the taste of her juice kept stealing into his mind. He caught himself sitting idle more than once with his cock hard in his pants. During his lunch break he stole away and sat in the bathroom watching the clip. He had to mute the sound, but the image was enough. Her legs were spread wide her fingers worked over her little knob, the dildo moved in and out, thrusting just the way his cock had done just a week ago. Had it been that long? It seemed like longer.
Later that night when dinner was finished, and he had showered he lay naked in his bed. Finally, he allowed himself the luxury of watching her. The clip was short, no more than thirty seconds but it was enough to make his cock rock hard in his hand. He began to stroke himself, gripping his shaft firmly moving his hand slowly up and down as he watched the dildo entering her. It made wet sounds lathered with her juice.
In the background the sounds of her moaning accompanied her finger working her clit. His hand shuffled faster as his arousal increased. He could almost taste her juice on his tongue. He remembered her hand on the back of his head pressing his tongue into her. As he worked her clit with his tongue her body writhed underneath him. Orgasms shuddered through her, and he felt her juice filling her mouth.
He played the video again, this time he closed his eyes to listen to the sound of her moans. His hand shuffled faster, gripping him tighter, the way her pussy had when he fucked her. As she neared her climax the intensity of her voice spurred him on. His arousal had been simmering all day barely held back by the demands of work and ordinary life. Now he let it flow through him. His hand shuffled up and down his cock following the familiar patterns of his arousal. He felt the intensity building. He held it back as long as he could, but the pressure became insistent.
One last time he hit repeat and lay back, listening to the soundtrack of her climax. His own climax built in time with hers. Heat and pressure building at the base of his cock. His balls contracted adding to the pressure. His breathing was hot and heavy ending in a small moan. In the background he heard her tone change. Deep guttural moans accompanied by a soft grunt. This time he didn’t hold back. His own orgasm pulsated out of him in hot waves. White liquid squirted out of the end of his cock covering his hand and hitting his chest. His body arched off the bed before the second jet released covering his hand with more of his jizz.
For long moments he lay, panting, his hand relaxed around his cock. A sheen of sweat covered his body before the chill of the air conditioning dried it. After shocks coursed through him and a final small dribble of jizz trickled out. The warmth of his orgasm filled his body from his toes to the top of his head. He took one last look at the final frame of the video. She lay with the dildo resting against her thigh, her hand resting on her sweet mound. If he listened carefully, he knew he would hear her heavy breathing just like his own. For moment it was like they were in the same room.
He may have dozed a little he was not sure. Long moments later he roused himself and moved to the bathroom to clean himself before carefully saving the clip and sliding into his bed. Sleep came quickly, with it came dreams filled with pussy and jizz.
I often write stories from the perspective of a male rather than a female. Even if it is based on an experience of my own. Reflecting on a recent encounter I decided to try writing from the perspective of each person a bit like a reality TV commentary. Please let me know how you think it worked.
Living in a small town sometimes makes it hard to find a FWB. Choices are limited. People get funny if you like something a little different. No one likes to admit they get freaky in the sheets even if people do. All guys ever do around here is fish and drink.
I met Jenna online through a dating app. When we started chatting, she lived in a city far away from me. I don’t know why she talked to me really, but she was cool, and we sometimes shared pics. I fantasised that I would visit her city one day to see her.
One afternoon I was flicking through profiles and I noticed that she had changed her location. She was travelling with her husband and heading my way! I couldn’t believe it! Maybe my fantasy would come true.
I love my wife. She is an amazing person. She doesn’t always agree with me, but I think she is amazingly beautiful. When we go to lifestyle events men are always attracted to her and want to be around her. She always worries that I will get left out but a lot of the time she is the most attractive one in the room and I just can’t get excited about anyone else.
Lately we have been meeting single guys. She seems to mainly like younger guys, but they can be fickle. I hate it when she thinks she has arranged a meeting and they bail on her. They honestly don’t know what they are missing. She is really good at sex because she likes to make her partners happy. It is a joy to watch.
I wasn’t sure about Harry. He was a guy who seemed to have a good heart, but I wasn’t sure. I learned when I was much younger that sometimes giving guys like him a go can be rewarding. Which is the reason why I never just shove them to the side. But he had slowly stopped talking to me and I was surprised when he messaged me.
Getting timing right can be tricky. Travelling by sea is subject to weather and sometimes you arrive well before you intend, mostly it takes longer. Harry lived in a place we were not really intending to visit and then the wind blew us here. The town surprised us. At a time when I was anxious about our journey and needed to breathe for a day or two, I found a place that let me do that. Harry was persistent if nothing else. We had no plans, so we agreed to hang out.
She was staying in the marina. A tiny pontoon with about twenty boats tied up to it. Of course, hers was the most beautiful sitting proudly amongst the run-down fishing boats. In the darkness we embraced for the first time. She felt amazing in my arms and she smelled so good. Better than the coal smell that filled my car and my hut at camp. She showed me around her boat and introduced me to her husband. They offered me a beer and we sat on the couch chatting about their trip and stuff.
Earlier in the day she told me that her husband was bi. I was nervous. I had never done anything with a guy, and I wasn’t sure what to expect but he was cool. He sat apart from us while we chatted. I felt her hand on my leg her fingers sneaking under the leg of my boardies. I stroked her arm, still unsure of how fast to go. Then she started unbuttoning my shirt. I took it off and she started playing with my nipples. Her hands slipped down into the waist of my shorts, my cock was so hard.
Jenna thinks she is being subtle, but she isn’t. We had talked about how interested her friend was in guys. Lately I have been participating more in her choices and expressing my desires to suck cock and see, smell, and taste his cum. Jenna discussed this with Harry. He hadn’t ever done that kind of thing before, but he wasn’t ruling it out. Watching them together was cute. I could see he was shy, and I could see she would probably prefer a bit more of a one-on-one encounter.
I left them for a while and went to our bedroom to read but all the time I was listening to them. I could tell she was enjoying herself by her moans. I didn’t know what he was exactly doing but I could tell she was having the type of climaxes that usually make her squirt. Then her voice was muffled a little. I imagined her mouth full of his cock. It made me hard.
She tasted amazing. When I licked her and fingered her at the same time my mouth filled with her juice. I could have drunk her sweet liquid all night. Her mouth on my cock was amazing. I hadn’t had a head job in forever and this one was one of the best. I could have let myself cum in her mouth, but I didn’t want to spoil it by asking for permission.
We moved to the bedroom I lay on the bed and she straddled me. I thought she was going to take my cock inside her, but she just rubbed her pussy on me. The slightest touch against her pussy sent shudders through her. It was so intense.
I sat astride him. I was so turned on the slightest touch sent a jolt through me. I wanted his cock to fill me, but he pushed me down and fingered me again. I could feel my juice gushing over his hand. At the entrance to the room, I saw Brian naked, watching us. I smiled, happy to see him sliding into bed beside me.
Harry kneeled on the bed beside us with his hand gripping his cock as he watched us fucking. He watched us closely, his hand working his cock.
“Cum on my tits,” I whispered to him. He nodded.
“Come closer,” Brian encouraged him. I know what Brian likes.
Harry came so quickly. So sexy. I felt Brian get harder inside me as the first hot liquid splashed across me. His load was much bigger than I was used to. Jets of warm cum sprayed over both of us and Brian pumped harder into me. Harry groaned and fell back on the bed watching us. I could feel my orgasm building in time with Brian.
With a groan he climaxed, tipping me over the edge. It was intense. The room seemed filled with pheromones and the scent of sex. The three of us relaxed breathing heavily, happy, satiated.
Someone made a comment about the drive Harry had to make to go home,
“My feet won’t touch the ground the whole way back to camp.”
After we had recovered, I walked back to his car with him. We embraced and kissed goodbye. His cock was hard against my leg.
“Oh my God you are ready to go again!” I exclaimed. I did not expect that. If I had known I would have sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. I rubbed him through his shorts.
“I should have said something,” he looked sheepish.
“Something to remember for next time.” I smiled in the darkness.
He got into his car and drove away. I wondered if I would see him again. I walked back through the marina parking lot and down the gangway. I was wearing a long flowing cardigan with nothing underneath. Something easy to dress in. In the darkness walking past the sleeping boats, I let the garment fall open. The breeze pulled the fabric away to expose my naked breasts. I knew there were other men living on some of the boats, I didn’t care. In that moment I felt like a goddess. I pushed back my shoulders daring the world to look at me and comment.
The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday was to write a post that started from a comment on your blog. In response to a recent Sinful Sunday post No Pants Endurancecommented; “The way the photo is set gives me the illusion of the fifty foot woman”. And so here is the attack of the Fifty Foot Women.
“Hello I am Hank,” he had to almost shout over the noise of the club
“My name is Glenda,” she reached out to shake his hand.
“Can I get you a drink?” Inside he kicked himself for sounding so lame but really he didn’t know what else to say. Plus, he felt weird standing there in front of the lounge where she sat with her friends.
Glenda leaned towards the woman sitting next to her. They whispered for a moment before she turned to face him.
“As long as you get one for my friend Wanda,” The two women looked at him with a glitter in their eye that made Hank nervous. Despite his trepidation he shook off the feeling and made his way to the bar.
An hour later the shot glasses were piled all around. A warm feeling filled Hank as he sat wedged between Glenda and Wanda with their other friends Amelia, Maya and Jenna all laughing at everything Hank said. He didn’t know what had happened. Normally women shunned him, laughing at his height, his haircut, pretty much everything about him. This was so out of the ordinary that Hank kept waiting to wake up from the dream.
“Let’s go somewhere a bit more intimate,” Glenda gathered her purse.
All the other women followed suit. As they stood up Hank felt his jaw drop. He felt as if he was a warthog surrounded by a herd of giraffes. These women were enormous. He knew when he stood up that he would barely reach their armpit, or rather their breasts. Glenda was an inch or two taller than the others. A mental image of standing in front of her with her crotch at his eye level filled his head. He stayed sitting on the couch, unsure of what to do next.
“Are you coming?” Glenda beckoned to him. Again, there was that strange glitter in her eye. For a second Hank considered running away but Maya reached out her hand,
“We won’t eat you,” she smiled gently.
Courage, or at least Dutch courage, filled Hank and he stood to his full height of five feet. As he suspected he came up to the armpit of Maya, the shortest one, and his eyeline was just above Glenda’s navel.
“You are so cute,” Jenna cooed. “I love little guys, they are so fun to play with,”
“Behave Jenna,” Glenda chided fondly. “We don’t want to scare our new friend,” She reached out to take Hank’s hand, “Don’t listen to her, she is just being weird.”
Hank nodded and trotted along beside her still feeling like a warthog amongst giraffes.
Twenty minutes later Hank found himself at the apartment that Glenda shared with Wanda. The girls obviously spent a lot of time here, they kicked off their shoes and dropped their purses on the counter. Glenda, Wanda, and Jenna disappeared into bedrooms while Maya and Amelia busied themselves making drinks and choosing music to play on the big screen. Hank stood awkwardly in the middle of the lounge area unsure of what to do or what to expect.
After a short while the three girls re-emerged wearing short silky nightwear. They smiled at Hank as they walked towards him. Glenda took his hand and led him towards the couch that dominated the room. She pulled him down beside her and kissed him on the lips. Hank melted into her embrace, fumbling around her breasts. Without a word she took one of his hands and slid it inside the top of her pyjamas. From behind him Hank felt another hand sliding into his pants to reach around and grip his cock. Jenna’s voice breathed in his ear,
“Well, hello there. I am so glad you have come to play with us.” Her perfume was intoxicating as she kissed the side of his neck. Hank watched mesmerised as Glenda and Jenna kissed before they turned their attentions to him. First one kissed him then the other. Jenna’s hand slid slowly up and down Hank’s shaft and Glenda massaged his hand over her breast encouraging him to pinch her firm nipples.
A third set of hands moved over his torso caressing his own nipples tweaking them gently.
“I think we need to relieve Hank of some of his clothes,” Wanda’s voice was soft in his other ear. Her fingers nimbly unbuttoned his shirt, and he felt a cool rush of air over his naked skin. Glenda trailed kisses down the side of his neck as she helped Wanda remove his shirt. Wanda’s lips mirrored Glenda’s as each woman’s lips made their way to Hank’s nipples. Lips teased his nipples and teeth grazed over the sensitive buds as Hank’s hands were pushed against breasts before Wanda shoved his hand into her pyjama pants.
As Hank slid his fingers into Wanda’s slick wet pussy, he felt his pants being unzipped and his cock eased out of his underwear. Glenda took Hank’s other hand and shoved it against her pussy as she kissed Wanda above Hank. Wet lips slid down over his throbbing cock. Hank let out a strangled moan as his fingers dipped in and out of two pussies. Glenda moved so that she was kneeling over his face. Her pussy was like a vision as it lowered towards his lips.
Obediently reached his tongue upwards and stroked her pussy. She tasted amazing, clean, and salty. Like a man who has been starving he gulped at her as she ground down on his tongue. Wet lips moved up and down his cock and he was aware of women pressing their bodies against him. It felt as if he were covered in them, smothered by their scent, their breasts, their mouths, and their desire.
Somehow, he found himself on the thick rug covered by five giant women. His tiny body seemed to disappear into them. Each woman pleasured him in her own way. All of them partook of each other. Their height meant nothing. Lying down they all were the same height.
One thing Hank knew for certain. He would forever have a thing for tall women.
It has been a while since I managed to get an entry in for MMMonday. Who would have thought that being on a cruising yacht travelling around would be so damn time consuming???
The idea for this scenario came from the mind of Mr Jones. I hope I have done it justice.
Sun peeked over the horizon as Lucy stretched in bed. Beside her Megan stirred,
“Today is the day,” she mumbled sleepily.
Lucy squirmed, squeezing her thighs together. Four days of denial had sharpened her pussy to even the slightest stimulation. Four days of watching other women be pleasured instead of her had seemed like an eternity.
“I think you are lucky being the last one,” Megan sat up in bed beside her. “Being first was fun and all but the guys were kind of restrained and awkward. You have had time to suss them out and they have had time to watch you and wonder.”
“I am worried that they will have fucked themselves silly by now,” Lucy slid out of the warmth of the blankets.
Megan laughed, “They are guys!” she scoffed. “Not only that they have been waiting all year for this. They are not going to let you down.”
Lucy pulled out THE outfit. And slid the tiny skirt over her hips. After three days of shorts and baggy t-shirts the coolness of air around her pussy was even more enticing.
“Fuck you look hot in that!” Megan commented as Lucy tied the front of her white t shirt over her bare breasts. “If they don’t fuck you stupid I will!” Lucy giggled and wiggled her bare arse cheeks at her friend as she left the cabin.
“Dayam Gurl!” Hector exclaimed as Lucy entered the galley. Lucy grinned and gave a small twirl. The tiny gathered skirt flared out displaying a freshly shaved pussy and a perfectly tanned arse. “Those boys are gonna eat you alive.” Hector minced around his domain putting together Lucy’s breakfast. For this trip the diet of Lucy and the other three girls had been designed for a purpose; to keep them glowing, energetic and, most importantly, tasting sweet. Lucy devoured her Danishes and sipped on the smoothie Hector prepared according to his secret recipe.
“Don’t be nervous gurl,” he soothed as he watched her chewing on a nail absently. “These aren’t frat boys. They will treat you real good.”
Lucy smiled gratefully. When she had signed up for this trip she had been a little dubious but her friend Megan had encouraged her. “It will be an adventure!” she had exclaimed. And it had been Four girls, four men, a very expensive motor cruiser in a totally secluded location. And Hector, the minder of the girls, preparer of meals and keeper of secrets. For these four men this trip was their annual hall pass. Four days of sunshine and access to young, beautiful women, no questions asked by wives or girlfriends, no tales told upon their return. The girls all had to sign documents ensuring their silence on anything that happened on board. In return they were guaranteed that they would not be forced to do anything against their will. Hector was vigilant in ensuring their health and safety.
Lucy drank the last of her smoothie and stood up from her stool. Hector smiled warmly,
“Remember, you have the right to veto anything, any time.” He looked very serious. “These boys know that they must behave like gentlemen or they will have to deal with me!”
Lucy smiled, the butterflies had really kicked in now.
“Go on, they are waiting for you,” Hector passed her a tray of breakfast foods and took up a second tray to follow her through the tiny hallway to the lounge area where the four men were sprawled around.
“Good morning gentlemen,” Lucy smiled sweetly at them all, but her eye went straight to Nathan. The men were in their early thirties. They were all successful in their professions, they all enjoyed their weekend sport. In short, they liked to work hard, and they liked to play hard.
Nathan had been the one that caught Lucy’s eye on the first day. Tall and dark and clean shaven. He was the quiet one of the group. When the other men were fussing around the girls he would sit back and watch. Sometimes he would partake but often he seemed happy to watch. When she had been sunbathing on the front deck she had sometimes seen him watching her.
As she leaned over the table to place her tray she felt a hand on her arse. Gentle and tentative. She turned and looked into the eye of Jason, the most active one of the group. When the girls gossiped about the men at night in their cabins they all agreed that Jason’s wife was frigid and this trip was Jason’s annual sex allocation.
“Good morning,” she smiled sweetly and straightened up to stand in front of him.
“I love this skirt,” he grinned, sliding his hand up her thigh. He stopped at the hem of the skirt, “May I please see what is underneath?”
Lucy was surprised at the uncertainty in his eyes. As if he expected her to swat him away. She smiled sweetly and stood in front of him with her legs slightly apart. His fingers trailed lightly upwards and stroked the smoothly shaven skin of her pussy. She lifted the hem of her skirt and moved slightly closer to his face. Lucy glanced around the room. Nathan was on the opposite side of the table, as ever, watching quietly. Their eyes met, he gave a slight nod. Lucy felt a surge of confidence.
Her gaze dropped to meet Malcolm, sitting next to Jason at the table. His eyes were hungry and a quick glance downwards revealed a large bulge in his boardshorts. He sat back with his arms spread, not hiding his desire. In the girls’ cabins the gossip was that he was the horse of the group.
“You will feel every inch of him,” Megan had told her. “So fucking amazing,”
Jason dipped his fingers inside Lucy’s slit, grazing her swollen clit. Despite being around sex and seeing and hearing sex every day the girls were not allowed to masturbate. For Lucy, this had been the hardest. She had to wait the longest for her “day” and the sounds of fucking and women being pleasured had been exquisite torture. Jason’s tentative stroking was almost enough to push her over the edge. She leaned forward and gripped the table for support as he dipped his fingers inside her.
“She is so wet,” Jason murmured, “She is almost gagging for it.”
He pressed his face against her cunt, using his tongue to stroke her swollen pussy before penetrating her. Lucy moaned in pleasure, opening her legs, inviting him to penetrate her deeper. As Jason responded, greedily devouring her pussy Lucy felt another pair of hands on her butt. She looked back and saw Brad, the fourth man standing beside her. His cock was standing out proudly before him. Despite the pleasure of being penetrated by Jason’s tongue Lucy wanted more. She needed to be filled.
She shuffled herself around so that Brad could stand behind her while Jason could still lick her. She felt his cock pressing against her opening. Instinctively she pushed back against him, hungry to be filled.
“Greedy girl,” Brad held her firmly with the tip of his cock against her entrance. He held her hips firmly as he controlled his entrance filling her slowly, inch by inch. Across the table Nathan watched her intently. Nothing about him gave away what he was thinking. As he started fucking her Lucy closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure of being fucked while Jason lapped greedily at her clit. Animal noises escaped from her throat as an orgasm shuddered through her.
Beside Jason Malcolm had removed his shorts and sat watching with his hand moving slowly over his cock. Lucy licked her lips and looked into his eyes. She was aroused even more by the desire she saw there. Without speaking she pulled away from Brad and stepped neatly around Jason to sit astride the beautiful cock. Megan was right, she felt every inch of him, and it was incredible. As she began to move her hips back and forth she heard Malcolm’s breathing coming hard and fast. His hands reached up and cupped her breasts.
“Fuck you have amazing tits,” he panted.
Lucy moved faster. A crease formed in his brow. She sensed he was close to the edge. Her cunt craved his cum she wanted to power to make him cum. His hands gripped her hips and his breath came in short sharp grunts.
“Cum for me,” she grinned at him. “You know you want to!”
“Are you ready?” he panted.
Heat filled Lucy’s body. This was what she wanted. To hear them cum because of her. To know they wanted HER and couldn’t control themselves. Malcolm stiffened. His head fell back,
“Fuuuuuccckkk,” he groaned as he emptied himself into her. For a few moments she leaned against his heaving chest before she turned her gaze back to Brad.
“It’s your turn next,” she smiled slyly like a lioness in heat. “I hope you have a load ready for me,”
Brad grinned, “You know I do baby. But first Jason wants to clean you up.”
Obediently Lucy sat on the couch and spread her legs wide. Greedily Jason lapped at her pussy sucking Malcolm’s load from her. Lucy pushed his face against her cunt. She wanted to grind down on him but he shook her off and kneeled between her legs.
“Brad can wait,” he slipped out of his shorts. “I am going to fuck that sweet cunt of yours. Are you ready for another load?”
Lucy grinned eagerly, “As much as you can give me,”
Two loads later and Lucy lay back on the couch smiling like a cat with a bowl of cream. Her morning had been everything she had hoped for. There was only one thing left.
Finally Nathan stirred he moved around the table and took her hand, “Now that the amateurs have had their fun let’s get down to some real business.” He led her away to his cabin. Lucy smiled to herself. Megan had been right. This definitely was an adventure.
It has been a while since I have had the time and brain space to work on the story of Carmen and her younger lover, Ryan. At the end of the last installment Carmen had enjoyed a “meeting” with a young attractive sales representative. Her work colleagues suspect she has “something going on” but so far have not been able to uncover her secret.
At the door of the medical centre Carmen steeled herself for the onslaught when she entered. She was disappointed. Jenny was busy with a patient and Carmen was able to slip past her. In her office she became engrossed in emails and phone messages. Just because it was Friday everyone thought that their issue HAD to be resolved before the end of the day. Time passed quickly before she was interrupted by Jenny,
“So what is the goss with the AmpliMed guy?”
Carmen continued typing her email and didn’t look up at Jenny. She hoped that this ruse would send Jenny back to her desk. It didn’t work, Jenny invited herself in and sat on the chair opposite Carmen’s desk.
“I am not going away,” Jenny leaned forward so that Carmen was unable to keep ignoring her. “Is that guy the one you have been banging?”
Carmen stopped typing and gave Jenny her full attention. Even taking into consideration Jenny’s ability to gossip this was a leap. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
“Well, it is pretty obvious you have been banging someone, and the way you went all doe eyed when he turned up seemed like it was likely to be him.”
Carmen took a moment to digest this information. It was an interesting conclusion. She allowed herself to wonder what the outcome would be if she let Jenny keep thinking this. It might be easier than explaining to her that she was “banging” one of her son’s friends.
“What makes you think I am BANGING, as you say, someone?” Carmen asked. She didn’t think she had been acting THAT differently.
“It is so freaking obvious,” Jenny grinned at her, “The distant smile, constantly checking your phone, and when he walked in you were like a bitch on heat.”
Carmen squirmed uncomfortably in her chair. She felt as if Jenny had been reading her mind earlier. She HAD been like a bitch on heat. Or more accurately like a cougar on the prowl. Something in her HAD changed since her encounters with Ryan. It was like a switch had been flicked in her body and she saw every meeting with an attractive man as an opportunity to fuck like an animal. He mind wandered back to a memory of being wrapped around Ryan while his cock was buried deep inside her. Warmth flooded through her belly. Under her desk she pressed her thighs together. If she didn’t see him soon she didn’t know how she would be able to cope.
“So?” Jenny’s persistence was amazing. Carmen wavered. It would be good to confide in someone. Are you freaking serious! Sensible Carmen jolted her back into reality. Carmen was reminded that Jenny was not a person to trust as a confidante. Anything she told Jenny would be common knowledge among all the other receptionists within a day.
Carmen smiled, she hoped in a way that didn’t make Jenny think anything too outrageous. “A lady never kisses and tells.” She turned back to her computer screen, “Now don’t make me push you out of my office.”
Jenny lingered a little while longer, but Carmen refused to acknowledge her presence. Carmen knew that there would be gossip, Jenny would not be able to help herself, but she hoped that it would be vague enough that it wouldn’t get her into serious trouble. Besides what if she WAS banging the AmpliMed Rep? She was single, as far as she knew so was he, they were adults. As long as she didn’t start ordering stupid amounts of stuff from him there was no problem.
A message flashed onto the screen of Carmen’s phone. Her heart skipped hoping it would be Ryan, she was a little disappointed.
Looking forward to tonight. Her friend Liz sent.
Carmen smiled. Liz would be the person to confide in. She would listen and reassure her. A much better choice of confidante than Jenny. Carmen felt herself relax and refocus on her work. Thoughts of Ryan and Corey were pushed to the back of her mind as Carmen dived into the tasks she needed to finish before closing her office for the weekend.
Ok, so it isn’t Friday but I put this post together a while ago and only just got a chance to activate it.
The sight of the skirt laid out on the bed made Chrissy’s heart skip a beat. Everything that had happened during her day faded into background noise as she stood looking at the dull gleam of the leather. Her eyes slid over to the silver clock on the bedside table. It took moments for her to process the time and realise what that meant. She had a schedule to meet, she was expected to be prepared thoroughly and correctly and most importantly, punctually. The sight of the skirt was just the beginning.
She peeled off her clothes and deposited them in the hamper before she stepped into the bathroom. Standing naked in front of the sink she picked up her pink razor and began to methodically and thoroughly to remove all of the hair on her body, paying particular attention to the short dark hairs on her pubic mound. She spent extra moments smoothing the soft sensitive skin there, making sure that every hair had been removed. Before she realised what she was doing her fingers slipped inside her slit. The feel of her hot wet cunt was almost too much to resist. It took more than a little willpower to stop herself from exploring further into her slick wet folds but she knew the consequences of indulging. With a firm determination she removed her hand.
According to the routine set out for her she made the shower very hot. Steam billowed up, filling the bathroom as she eased her body under the stinging needles of the shower. Obediently she scrubbed herself with the exfoliator thoroughly as the hot water turned her skin a bright, glowing pink. Only when she had scrubbed from head to toe did she turn the water off and step out of the steam filled cubicle tingling all over. When she was dry she picked up the moisturiser and rubbed her entire body with lotion, paying particular attention to the skin on her ass and thighs.
Nervously she glanced at the clock on the bedside table as she began to dress herself. Sir was never, ever late and she knew that he would be less than pleased if she was not ready when he arrived. She left the skirt until last, donning the white blouse making sure all of the buttons were fastened, right up to the neck. Next was the suspender belt and stockings, she took a precious minutes adjusting the seams, making sure they were perfectly straight before she stepped into the patent leather pumps. Finally, the one garment that hadn’t left her mind since she had stepped into the bedroom earlier. Almost reverently she slipped it over her head and slid it into place. With great care she made sure all the fasteners were in place before she stepped in front of the mirror to check that she hadn’t missed anything. She resisted turning to get a glimpse of her back; she wasn’t ready to see her bare butt exposed by the cut of her skirt. She didn’t want to dwell too much on what lay ahead.
Shivering she stood in front of Him, eyes downcast, waiting for his instruction. Her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her blouse, her knees trembled slightly. It took all of her will not to clench her bare buttocks as he walked around her, inspecting her. For a second his hand rested on the naked skin framed by the skirt he had gotten made especially for her. Especially so that he could look at her beautiful ass while she was fully dressed. Especially because he knew how much she loved the feel of his hand on her ass and it pleased him to think that when she was dressed this way she was always on edge, waiting for the sting of his palm or something else.
What pleased him even more was the knowledge she loved the pain as much as she loved the pleasure of his tongue on her clit. Sometimes the feel of a firm hand on her ass while he had his cock buried deep inside her made her cum so hard she pushed his cock out of her.
With one finger he stroked her perfectly groomed hair before gently placing the collar around her neck. At the feeling of the soft leather her heart started racing, almost uncontrollably. The lead clicked into the clasp at the front of her neck, she tilted her head up a little to let her eyes rest on his face for a moment, and she noted the approval and a hint of lust in his eyes. The clamour of her groin became almost unbearable. Nothing else mattered to her now. Anything could happen to her tonight, any pain, any indignity was repaid by the pleasure she got from knowing he wanted her.
Sometimes you meet someone who is clearly going to be an amazing lover. Sometimes those encounters leave a lasting imprint and you wish you could go back and do them over and over.
The night was warm. The weather was clear with no wind. I wanted to show a new friend our boat because he was really interested in boats. We took our yacht out into the bay, just a little way. Far enough away that no one would hear the screams but close enough that we could watch the lights of the harbor. Or rather that they would provide a pleasant backdrop.
Once the anchor was down we lay out the front on the trampoline. The slight breeze lifted my dress, maybe it was helped a little by his hand. He kissed me deeply, pressing his body against mine. I responded, thrusting my hips against his hand that had found its way inside my panties. Skilled fingers stroked my swollen clit as he nibbled against my neck. I slipped my hand inside his shorts.
“See what you do to me,” his breath was hot in my ear.
A little whimper escaped me as his fingers slipped inside me.
“I want to put myself in there,” I loved the sound of his voice. The way his accent made the words sound. It made me want him more. But I wasn’t ready for his cock yet. I flipped him on his back and opened his shirt. His nipples responded to my touch. As I sucked and nibbled he moaned with pleasure. My hand caressed the soft smooth skin of his cock before I slid my mouth downwards over the head of his cock. I paused, taking time pull back his foreskin and stroke the smoothness underneath as I applied more suction. His hips bucked under me and his hands held the back of my head as he pushed his cock deep into my mouth.
With a wicked smile I sat astride him with the hardness of his cock pressing against the hot wetness of my cunt, separated by the thin fabric of my panties.
“How much do you want me,” I smiled, enjoying the tease.
“Very much,” his hands gripped my hips, “I want to make you cum twenty times and cover me with your juice.”
I ground down on him aware that my husband was standing in the shadows, watching us, not ready to join in yet. There was a pause as I found the condoms. I lay back watching him slide the sheath over himself. His cock was strong and proud. I knew he was skilled. He arranged me the way he wanted and knelt between my legs with his cock resting against my opening. Slowly he slid inside me, all the time watching my face. The dim light from the foreshore lit his body perfectly.
“You feel so amazing,” he said softly as he began thrusting.
I was lost in the feeling of his cock inside me, pushing me open. He twisted my hips, finding the spots he knew would trigger a reaction. He looked so fucking sexy, a little furrow appeared in the middle of his forehead.
“What is wrong?” I worried, I always worry. I didn’t want to spoil this perfect moment.
“I am concentrating,” he replied. He took his cock and stroked my pussy. My body arched and I squirted juice over his cock. He grinned in happiness, “That is what I wanted.” He slipped inside me and fucked me hard. His energy was astounding. It felt like he could fuck like this forever.
There was movement beside me and my husband settled beside us. He had taken his pants off and I could see how turned on he was by watching us fuck. I flipped my friend over and sat astride him so that I could lean down and take the second cock into my mouth. I slipped off my dress completely and my friend reached up to hold my breasts.
“Such beautiful boobsies,” he murmured pressing his face into them before taking each nipple into his mouth.
If there was a heaven, I was in it. Two men, two cock, a beautiful night. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I really can’t remember the exact order of events after that. I know that I came more than the requisite twenty times. I know that I fucked each of them over and over. I know that my friend was covered in my juice and I know that I wanted to pack him into my suitcase and take him away on my trip.
Images keep flashing into my mind. Of a sexy dark haired man fucking like a rabbit. Of my husband fucking me as I bent over the bed with my friend’s cock in my mouth. Of my friend cumming in my mouth while my husband’s cock was inside me. It truly was magical.
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