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Here's another installment of my erotic blog. Today's story is something a bit different for me. It's short and I guess sweet depending on your point of view. Either way I hope you enjoy.

“Bzzzz”. My phone vibrated telling me I got a message. Everyone around me in the managers meeting noticed it, everyone except the boss who was too busy pointing at charts and numbers to notice that most people weren’t paying attention. I grabbed my phone and held it under the table to at least try to not be so conspicuous. The message was from my wife.
“Get home as soon you can, we’re having sex tonight. Baby Girl needs some cock.”
I replied, “Don’t start without me.”Whenever she referred to herself as Baby Girl, she was in a naughty mood.
“No promises .”
My cock started to harden at the thought and I let out a “Yes.” That draws everyone’s attention, even the boss. Shit, how am I going to fix this? “I couldn’t agree more.” I say. That seems to please the boss while the rest just smirk at my drawing attention to myself.
“That’s the kind of attitude we need more of,” the boss quips. Damn, how long is this meeting going to last?
He finally finishes a little after four and I high tailed it out of the meeting room and head straight for my car. Daniel catches up with me, almost running, I don’t stop.

“What’s the rush? Slow down.”
“I’m trying to get on the road before traffic gets bad.”
“That text was from your wife wasn’t it? A little hurry home Hunny?” he says with a mischievous laugh.
“We’ve got plans so yes.” I wasn’t going to tell him the whole story.
He stops trying to keep up with me and yells out, “I know that look. Don’t keep her waiting.”
I get to my car, out of the parking structure and to the freeway on ramp. So far the traffic gods are smiling on me. That is until I see the freeway crawling along. “Damn it,” I yell out as I slam my hand on the steering wheel. It’s going to take me at least an hour to get home.
My phone buzzes again. She’s sent me a picture of her in a black lace baby doll and black g string while biting her lip in a pouty look. I text back that she’s making my cock hard and that I’m trying to get home as fast as I can. A minute later, I get another pic message showing her lying on the couch with one hand pulling on her nipple and the other slid into her g string. “Oh fuck.” Rubbing my cock through my pants, I squirm and contemplate taking care of myself right here. Thinking better of it, I turn on the radio and take some deep breathes.
About an hour later I finally pull onto my street and park in front of my house as there is a strange car parked in my spot. Muttering under my breath, I let out a “Fuck”. I’ll bet on of her friends just stopped by and is going to cock block me.”
Grabbing my briefcase, I walk in and set it down in the hallway. “Honey, I’m home,” I announce. There’s no answer but I hear a few moans coming from the living room. Walking in and the first thing I see is Keira’s sexiest heels and her bare legs kneeling on the ground. Another step and there she is naked and on her knees sucking some guy’s cock. This isn’t new for us and it turns me on to see her with other men, but I just wasn’t expecting that tonight.
“What the….?” I say in amazement.
Keira looks up and lets the guy’s huge cock slide out of her mouth. “Hey Honey.”
“I thought you said we were going to have sex? What’s this shit?”
“Is it payday? No, so what made you think you were going to get to fuck me?”
“Your message said we’re going to have sex.”
“Yes and we are. But my we is Carlo and I. But you’ll be in the room with us.”
“I just thought….” I say, not finishing my sentence.
“Yes, you thought you were going to get to fuck me, but you’re first clue should have been when I said Baby Girl needs some cock.”
“But did you have to start without me? And he’s in my spot.”
“Carlo wanted his cock sucked and it wasn’t going to suck itself.” She says in a matter of fact tone. “And you’re being a little bitch. You don’t have a spot on the couch.”
I look down feeling dejected.
She stands up, rubs my arm while she smiles gently at me. “Now let’s go have some fun. Get your ass in the bedroom and get naked. I want you waiting for me on the bed by the time I get in there.”
Undressing as fast as I can, I leave the hallway to our bedroom littered with a trail the worst detective could still find. I jump on the bed and lay right in the center, face up, ready for action.
A moment later, she appears with Carlo right behind her. He’s got his hands all over her breasts while he kisses her neck. She has her hand wrapped around his cock and is stroking it. She looks over at me and says, “On your stomach.”
“What?”
“Hey Numb Nuts, don’t ask, just do it what the woman tells you to do,” says Carlo.
Not happy with being chastised by another man in my own home, I begrudgingly role to my stomach. Keira climbs on top of me, sitting on my back. She has me raise my arms up and then reaching down by the head board, handcuffs me to the bed. With my arms spread apart I’m unable to roll over to my side or back. Being restrained is turning me on, and I can’t wait to see what else she has planned.
“You saw his little dick, that’s why I called you Carlo, Baby Girl needs some cock.”
“Oh, I’ll fuck you right Baby Girl. You do need a man of the house and by the looks of things, it’s me tonight.”
“Fuck her good,” I say in anticipation.
“Shut up dumb-ass. Of course I’m going to fuck her good. Why do think she called me?”
“Did you see his cock?” she pauses for a moment. “You saw it. It’s huge. I can’t wait to have him pounding me. He’s going to fuck me however he wants to fuck me.”
“I’m a fuck her like I paid for it.”
I lie there not saying a word but I can feel my own cock stiffening again.
“No get on that bed and suck my cock.” Carlo says to her. Keira obediently climbs back on the bed and spins around so that she is lying across me, over my back. I try to turn my head to see but I can’t. All I can do is lie there and listen to the moans and slurps as she works his shaft. As her head bobs up and down on him, it shakes the bed as the box springs creak. Keira is moaning and Carlo is spewing “oh yeah, suck my cock. Suck it good. Mmmm, fuck yea.” It’s killing me not to be able to watch the action.
After a bit, I hear Carlo tell Keira, “Now spin around and grab your ankles. I’m a show you how a real man eats some pussy.”
She giggles with pleasure as she rearranges herself again lying across me. I can feel his weight on the mattress as he leans on it. Carlo begins going down on her and I hear him lick and tongue her already wet pussy making me wish it was me, but I know she won’t let me. Keira sounds like she’s almost speaking another language and is moaning with ecstasy in a way that I’ve never heard from her. She’s certainly never made those noises with me. “Oh fuck yes, ah ah ah ah, oh oh oh, shit, fuck yes. Ah baby there oh hell fuck ah.” It goes on for a while and Keira comes at least once. She’s never come from oral sex from me before and listening to her makes me rock hard.
Carlo tells Keira to sit on my ass as he climbs up and sits on my back and shoulders. His feet are hitting me in the head so I know he’s facing away from me. I can feel Keira sliding herself towards him, laying her head on my ass. He leans forward and I hear Keira gasp and moan, “Oh fuck. Your cock’s so big.” He must be shoving himself inside her. He’s taking long slow thrusts and then he picks up his pace and really starts pounding her hard. They’re shaking the whole bed and bouncing the shit out of me. Still handcuffed, I’ve got no choice but to just take it.
“Oh god your cock is so big, oh yes, baby, fuck me, fuck me hard. I want to feel all of you in me.” Keira’s moans echo in the room along with Carlo’s grunts. At one point he stops and repositions her and by the change in her voice, he’s getting in even deeper. Not being able to watch is killing me. At one point, he’s pushing off of my arms with his feet for leverage. Keira is screaming, “Oh baby, oh yes, mmm, ooohhhh.”
Lying there as they pleasured themselves, I was happy to be a part of it. I could feel my excitement growing as I tried to stop myself but I came with a loud grunt and cried out. Carlo and Keira stopped for a few seconds before laughing.
“See why I need a man? He wasn’t even in me and he came.”
“I know, he’s a sorry fuck.”
As I lie there in my own sticky mess. Carlo went back to work pounding my wife. This went on for a while. Finally he stopped and told her to get on all fours on my back facing me.
Carlo stood next to the bed and stuck his huge cock in my face. “See that? That’s your wife’s pussy juice all over my cock.”
He climbed back on the bed and stood on my legs taking Keira doggy style. She couldn’t stay up on me and ended up lying on top of me. Having to lean forward to continue plowing Keira, he had one hand on the back of my head and the other on the headboard. Keira was moaning and groaning in my ear and I could hear him grunting away in my other ear.
“I’m going to cum in your wife’s hot pussy.”
“Oh yes Baby, come for Baby Girl.”
I could hear them as they almost came at the same time. They collapsed on me and took a while to catch their breaths. Trapped beneath them, the heat from their sex was making me sweat.
“Let’s go get some dinner, I’m starved,” Keira said.
“Sounds great. I haven’t had anything since lunch,” I reply.
“Not you, Carlo.”
“Yeah Baby, sounds good. I know this little place down town,” Carlo adds.
They climb off the bed and she walks over and undoes one of my cuffs, tossing the key on the bed where it gets lost in the sheets.
“What about me?” I yell out.
Keira looks over at me, “What about you?”
“I want some dinner too? Bring me back something?”
They walk back down the hallway to the living room where their clothes are.
“Clean yourself up and find something in the fridge.” Keira replies just before I hear the front door close. Got to love my hot wife.

Sir and Alexa

I know it's been a while, too long I know. But in the meantime, I finished my fourth book Vignettes - Bethany's Awakening as well as a few other projects.
I'm very happy to present today's blog as it's a huge departure from my normal writing. This was also the second story from a contest winner that I ran during a takeover. I hope you enjoy.


Alexa had spent the day in an almost dreamlike state. Sir had hinted at an idea he had for her but had not given her any more information than that. That was Sir for you, reserved and sometimes quiet but always thinking and observing. His attention to detail was one of the qualities about him she admired most. Another one of the qualities, or maybe it was a talent, was his ability to fuck her in ways she couldn’t have every imagined before and to make her like it. He had been able to take her places no man or machine had ever taken her before.
She had been staring at her computer screen for some time now and hadn’t pressed a key or even opened the file she should have been working on. Sir would be very displeased with her and she would be punished with some hard smacks on her bare ass. She would be on all fours and have to bite her lip to keep from crying out, but the pain from the sting would bring euphoria and it would be exquisite.
As displeased as Sir would be, he would have to at least understand how she could be so distracted. The punishment would be worth it. That thought, of being excited at the thought of being punished made Alexa laugh and do a mental retrospection of her life the last half a year or so.
It wasn’t that long ago that Alexa felt like her life was a bit of a mess and meeting someone didn’t seem like the wisest of choices. However, Sir was patient and there was something about him. Maybe it was his calm demeanor, the way his seemed to always be in control, prepared, and knew exactly what to do. It became easy to quickly put her trust in him and he had done everything he could to protect that trust, proving it many times over.
Through her open windows, she could feel the gentle cool breeze of the early afternoon and hear the birds chirping. It seemed like a good idea to head to the park and get some fresh air. She wasn’t getting any work done and figured she should enjoy the day and maybe read a book. Alexa could already hear Sir’s lecture about being responsible and the “There’s a time to work and a time to play”. He was very diligent and responsible. She liked and hated those things about him.
He wasn’t very spontaneous or at least he didn’t appear to be so. Always cool and calculated even when things didn’t seem to go as planned, which rarely happened. Alexa was able to talk him into things, well some things. But there were lines and she had learned where they were and knew not to cross them. For all the things she didn’t like about him, there were so many more she loved about him and her life was definitely better with Sir than before him. She had never known such unconditional love and commitment nor had she been able to commit to anyone else before in such a deep and passionate way.
Sir had gentled her but not broken her. Alexa still had her adventurous spirit and rebellious streak. Unbeknownst to Alexa, although she had suspected it, the fact that she was a bit of a challenge was one of the things that he loved best about her. It made for some tense moments occasionally, but those times always worked themselves out and usually ended with an exhaustive session in the chamber. Sir’s voice and eyes were Alexa’s kryptonite and he knew it. He had the power to make her weak in the knees and wet between the legs although Sir was careful to never abuse that power.
Alexa closed her computer, grabbed her purse and headed out. The park wasn’t very far away and the walk allowed her to stretch her legs after sitting all morning. Finding an empty bench with shade, she sat down and pulled out her book. Alexa soon found herself lost in the adventure.
She particularly liked books with suspense, drama, and an erotic undertone. To be frank, she enjoyed the sex scenes and would discuss them with Sir. He was always interested in what she liked and why she liked it. He made her feel safe enough to open her soul to him and know she wouldn’t be judged. Sir often recreated the fantasy for Alexa but with his own little touches.
Sir had expanded Alexa’s sexual repertoire. His gentle nature and patience had allowed Alexa to have the confidence to try new things without fear of failure. There was also much about Sir that made Alexa want to please him, and in doing so, had experienced many new firsts for her.
Alexa’s afternoon book adventure had taken her on an emotional roller coaster as well as kept her in suspense and more than aroused her. Everything she had hoped from her book. However, as she was lost in her adventure, the afternoon had slipped away and the hour had become later than she had anticipated staying.
Arriving home, she knew she needed to start dinner immediately. Sir would not be pleased to have to wait very long especially after she had taken the afternoon off. Thankfully, she already had everything she needed and the meal wouldn’t take long. And if needed, she knew that Sir was not impervious to her feminine wiles. Sir would see right through her smoke screen but allowed her to distract him.
She opened her door, walked in and closed and locked the door behind her. Alexa placed her purse on the entry table and turned the corner towards the kitchen. A gloved hand covered her mouth and another large arm grabbed her around her waist. Frightened, she tries to cry out but the glove covers her screams. Alexa’s unseen assailant pushed her face first into the wall, pinning her there with his body. “Don’t hurt her, he’ll have our cocks if we do,” she hears a second person say. The man holding Alexa whispered in to her ear in a calm and restrained manor, “We’re not going to hurt you, don’t make a sound and just do what we say.”
Alexa’s tears had begun running down her cheek and onto the man’s glove. There were two of them at least and strong judging from the grip of the man holding her. If only she had listened to Sir and stayed home. The only thing on her mind at that moment was survival. Nodding her head yes the she understood and trusted that her assailants would be true to their word, she allowed them to bind her hands together behind her back. She then felt a blindfold being placed over her eyes.
“That’s not necessary. I haven’t seen your faces. Just take what you want. My boyfriend will be home soon,” she cried through her sobs. The man was no longer pinning her to the wall, but still remained behind her, controlling her. In as calm as voice as before, he said, “This isn’t a robbery, it’s a kidnapping. We’re here for you.” Upon hearing those words, Alexa gasped and became more frightened than before.
“Where are you taking me and what are you going to do with me,” sobbed Alexa, fearing the worst. She couldn’t imagine anyone who would want to see her hurt. Her heart held on to the glimmer of hope that Sir would be here any second and save her. However, as the two men escorted her into the garage and a waiting van, her heart sank and hope had all but left her. Sir would never be able to find her.
Alexa tried to keep track of the turns, trying to figure out where she might be heading in hopes of thinking of some way to escape or get help. The van made a number of twists and turns, and Alexa was bumped around in the back. Shaken and a little bruised maybe, but not hurt. The two men remained almost perfectly quiet during the ride, but one did try and hold her down to keep her from rolling around too much. It felt as if they might be on a freeway or long stretch of road.
Try as she might, Alexa had to admit to herself that she had no idea where they where or where they were heading. She couldn’t image not being able to see Sir again and then she burst out crying with tears running down her cheeks as the thoughts invaded her mind that maybe he was in trouble as well. Were the men taking them to the same place? Would she at least get to see him one more time? These questions and many more raced through her head. Alexa felt guilty for not worrying about Sir sooner than she had.
The journey seemed to take a while and Alexa was able to finally calm herself and stop crying. The men hadn’t tried to hurt her or anything but she couldn’t know what they had in store for her. She tried not to think of all the terrible possibilities. She laid there and tried not to make a noise and in the back of her mind, imagined she was somewhere else, somewhere safe and happy.
After some time, the van came to a stop and the driver turned off the engine. The two men got out and opened the two back doors to the van. Alexa wondered if this was some temporary stop or had they arrived at the final destination. They gently brought her out of the van and stood her up, untied her hands, but left the blind fold on. She could smell the fresh pine scented air and knew that she must be somewhere in the mountains. Her legs were shaking from fear. She reached up to take off the blind fold but a hand grabbed each of her arms and held them to her side.
Questions came rushing to Alexa’s head like what were they going to do with her? Kill her? Torture her? Sell her as a slave to someone? Uncontrollable tears started streaming down her cheeks.
Alexa gasped as she felt a hand against the back of her neck. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized it as a familiar touch. She couldn’t let herself believe that it was Sir. However, another hand wrapped itself around her waist and pulled her close. Alexa resisted for a moment until she detected a familiar scent, it was Sir.
Tears flowed again. This time they were tears of joy. She wrapped her arms around Sir and held him tightly, not ever wanting to let him go. She cried openly into his shoulder and he kissed the top of her head as he stroked her hair.
“I..I thought I was never going to see you again. I was so scared. What are they going to do with us?”
“Shh, everything’s going to be just fine.”
“They’re not going to kill us are they?”
“No, but they are going to have their way with you.”
“With me? Want do they want with me?”
“Pleasure, to let you experience a new type of pleasure.”
“Sir, what are you talking about? You’re scaring me.”
“There’s nothing to be scared about.” Sir tilted Alexa’s head up and his lips met hers. Alexa’s lips tingled with desire and wanton need. She savored the taste of his kiss and his essence. Sir’s kisses had a way of drawing Alexa closer in a way that bonded them. Sir pulled away and Alexa took a deep breath.
“Please tell me what’s going on.”
“I’ve decided that I want to give you an amazing experience. You will be pleasured in way like you have never received before.”
Those words rang through Alexa’s head for a few seconds. Sir had given her immense amount of pleasure in ways that she hadn’t dreamt of before. He had introduced her into the world of spanking and floggings as well as being bound. At first the sound of those things turned her off, even repulsed her. However, with Sir’s gentle manner and his patience with her coupled with the way he earned her trust, she had allowed him to give her those experiences.
Those experiences, such as the time he bent her over the bed with her feet in a spreader and tied to the frame while her hands were tied to the other side while he flogged her ass in between penetrating her. The flogger’s ends stung her cheeks which sent endorphins rushing throughout her body. The quick flogging was followed by the warmth of Sir’s body against hers.
Sir had the perfect balance of how long and hard to penetrate her to almost bring her to orgasm before employing the flogger. He expertly teased her, bringing her to the edge of orgasm repeatedly. She didn’t know how long she could stand it and had cried out for release more than once. However, Sir had other plans for her and continued his work until he was certain Alexa was ready.
When Sir finally allowed Alexa to orgasm, it shook her to the core. She convulsed and even experienced temporarily blurred vision after literally seeing stars. Alexa had never had an orgasm like that before nor did she even know they existed. She completely collapsed on the bed feeling euphoric for some time after. Her state of sexual bliss had caused her to lose track of time. For a while, the experience had seemed surreal.
When she came to, Sir had moved her onto the bed and had nestled beside her. It was then that she realized that she needed to completely give herself to him unconditionally.
“Alexa….Alexa.” Alexa snapped out of her dream state realizing that Sir was calling her name. “Where were you?”
“I was thinking back to a time when you made me orgasm so hard that I passed out.”
Although Alexa couldn’t see it, she was sure that Sir was smiling. He always loved it when he knew that she was fondly thinking back to something that he had done. It happened often that Alexa would daydream sitting in the car on a longer ride or often on the couch in the evening. Sir enjoyed knowing the effect that he had on her and in fact it inspired him to continue to find new ways or at least modify the situation to keep Alexa guessing. The suspense was always exciting for both.
In the few moments that she had been reunited with Sir, Alexa had calmed down and was now beginning to get intrigued as to what Sir had planned. However, one thing still bothered her. Why did she have to be kidnapped and blindfolded? She posed the question to Sir.
“The anticipation, my dear. The anticipation and fear are both forms of excitement and I wanted to raise your level of excitement as well as use the fear of the unknown to heighten your senses. But let’s talk about why you were at the park this afternoon. Shall we?”
How did he know? Was he spying on her or did the men with the van follow her and report back? Instead of being angry with Sir, she was now distracted with trying to figure out how he knew. But inside, she had to be honest with herself and admit that she knew he would find out as she had even thought that before she left the house earlier. She could already hear the words that Sir would have for her.
“You’re going to punish me and I deserve it,” Alexa said as she began to remove her dress.
Sir grabbed her arm to stop her. “Yes, you are going to be punished, but why?”
“Because I wasn’t responsible with my duties earlier.”
“No, it’s because I love you and it terrifies me to not know where you are. What if something were to happen to you, I would be frantic and beside myself.” Hearing this made tears come to Alexa’s eyes again. She felt guilty for putting Sir in such an emotionally trying situation.
“I’m sorry, I was selfish. I forgot about your feelings.”
Alexa’s friends and family didn’t understand it. She had tried to explain it to them at times when the questioned her on why she would be with someone who always wants to know where she is. They felt like he was treating her like a child. You do those things when you have a love with true commitment where you totally care and worry about the other. Sir always made sure to tell her where he was. They wouldn’t listen when Alexa tried to explain that he didn’t tell her where to go, but just wanted to know where she was.
Unfortunately, no one understood or didn’t want to understand how deep Sir and Alexa’s love was for each other. She had even lost some friends, but she was more than happy with Sir, they loved each other more completely and passionately than anyone else she knew and that was enough.
Sir bent down and Alexa felt his lips press against the top of her head letting her know it was alright. “You will be punished, but just not right here. Come with me.” He took Alexa by the hand and led her. They walked down a path and then through a field and after a short time, she could hear running water, most likely a stream. The noise got louder as they approached. The day was still warm and the smell of the wilderness was delightful.
As they approached the stream, she could hear voices. “Are there more people?”
“Yes, that’s part of the surprise. I brought you here to experience all the pleasures of sex.” As Sir and Alexa continued walking, the voices hushed. A number of steps later, the ground changed from field and grass to sand. Sir stopped them and announced, “This is Alexa, our guest of honor for this evening.” There were no sounds other than the sounds of nature.
Alexa knew there were the two men and they must have known her name already she mused, but could there be more?
“We need to make an addendum to our plans. Alexa broke one of my rules earlier and needs to be punished.” Alexa stood there in a bit of shock, her mouth agape. Sir’s formality had not shocked her as that was part of his nature. However she had been punished before but never in front of others. In fact, she had never been undressed in front of anyone except those men with whom she had shared a sexual relationship with and there weren’t many.
The routine of her punishments had always been for her to undress completely and place herself on her hands and knees. “Alexa, undress and prepare for you punishment,” came Sir’s voice. The tone of his voice was one she had heard many times before. It was a deeper pitch but it was the tone that said let people know that he was not to be tested or trifled with but his ordered followed and followed quickly.
Alexa stood there for a moment. She normally would have reacted faster but the knowledge that there were other people watching, caused her to hesitate. She knew that she didn’t have long to make a decision, she trusted Sir and slipped the shoulders of her dress down and pulled her arms through. Alexa then guided the dress down the length of her body and stepped out of it.
Reaching back, she undid her bra and let it fall off of her arms. She tried to drop it where she thought her dress was. A slight breeze picked up and Alexa’s nipples hardened and goose bumps formed on her arms. Bending over, Alexa grabbed the band of her panties and slid them down her legs before tossing them to the side. Naked as never before.
Taking her position on her hands and knees, she a waited her punishment. Sir walked up next to her and placed his hand on her left ass cheek. He always measured out his spankings before delivering them. The fact that Sir was so systematic made it easier for Alexa to brace herself. With his usual precision timing, Sir delivered a stinging smack directly on target. The sting echoed through her body. She felt his hand on her right cheek and bit her bottom lip in anticipation of the next spanking. And again, it was delivered quickly and efficiently as her body felt that sting as well.
Truth be told, there was something about the discipline and spankings she liked. Alexa could not have imagined it when she first met Sir, but she had not only accepted them, but grown to love them. She didn’t deliberately do anything consciously to bring about the punishment, but the possibility of her subconscious was something she couldn’t dismiss.
She felt the two men’s hands on her arms gently helping her up. “Slip out of your shoes and let’s take a swim,” Sir said. Sir took her hand again and she could feel the heat coming off of it. He led her down to the river and had her step in. He whispered in her ear, “The river is rather shallow, only about four feet deep in the middle.” Alexa relaxed but reached out for him as he let her hand go.
She suddenly felt two sets of hands on her, but different than before. These sets were smaller and smoother than the men’s hands. The softer hands guided her into the deeper water. Her nipples hardened again as she sank into the water. The hands began caressing her, rubbing her back and shoulders and breasts. It was strange to be touched by another woman in this manner but also somehow calming and relaxing at the same time. She began to understand Sir’s earlier comment about enjoying all the pleasures of sex. Once that realization occurred to her, Alexa was able to accept the experience for what it was and enjoy it without worry.
Their soft and sensual touch was titillating and aroused Alexa. The two mystery women soon began rubbing Alexa’s legs sending chills up her spine and making her wet between her legs. Alexa even began to let her hands wonder over the women’s bodies touching delicately and tentatively at first. As she found no resistance, she began to explore their forms in greater detail.
The smoothness of their skin and the uniqueness of their curves inspired her to explore even more. Alexa ran her hands up to their breasts and caressed each of them. Both women had nice, full breasts but yet at the same time they were different. Alexa’s hand grazed one of the woman’s nipple and felt how hard it had become. Alexa seized the opportunity to gently roll it between her finger and thumb before giving it a firm pinch and tug. The woman moaned loudly and the sound of pleasure, a pleasure that Alexa had instigated, turned her on.
Alexa couldn’t resist seeing if she could arouse the other woman with nipple play as well. Soon Alexa realized that there was wetness between her legs not caused by the river but of desire and excitement. The moans of the mystery women had Alexa’s heart racing.
However, Alexa’s heart momentarily skipped a beat when she felt another body position itself behind her. One of the men had joined the group. Alexa could tell that it wasn’t Sir but one of the others. His hands reached around and quickly found Alexa’s nipples and applied the same techniques. Now Alexa was experiencing the same joys as she was creating for the mystery women.
A loud gasp escaped Alexa as someone’s fingers found her swollen clit. She couldn’t be sure but it felt like there was more than one hand. She could feel her eyes closing as she tilted her head back and reveled in the stimulation.
Alexa felt the flick of a tongue graze her lips and as she closed her mouth, the tentative touch of a soft pair of lips pressed against hers. The kiss was erotic and inviting. The mystery lips pulled away slightly and almost begged Alexa to chase them. She leaned forward and was met with another kiss, a more purposeful kiss with parted lips. Matching her seducer, Alexa let her lips part and felt the tip of the mystery woman’s tongue slip past and teased the tip of Alexa’s tongue.
Her body starting to shudder, Alexa pulled her head away to moan with pleasure as one of the hands had slipped fingers inside of her while another had continued to stimulate her clit. The pulling and pinching of Alexa’s nipples all combined together to bring her to an incredible orgasm.
As the waves of pleasure rippled through her body, she tightened and her toes curled as she tried to catch her breath. She collapsed against the man behind her and let out a long slow breath. Alexa then felt kisses on her neck and chest as the two mystery women continued to adore her. Each woman took turns softly kissing her and Alexa returned their kisses eagerly.
The man behind her lifted Alexa up to a standing position and the two women took her by the hand and led Alexa out of the water. Legs still shaking, Alexa stood there as she was dried off. By the rougher nature of the work, she could tell it was the men. Finished, they stepped away.
A familiar set of arms wrapped themselves around Alexa and held her closely, face to face. It was Sir and he kissed her passionately. The warmth of his lips felt good against hers. “You make me very happy, you know that? It was amazing watching you with the other women. You’ve blossomed into a real sexual being.”
“You make me happy as well Sir. Who are they?”
“Just two people brought here to give you pleasure.”
“Well, they certainly did. I’m worn out.”
“Your experience tonight isn’t over as you still have many other pleasures yet to experience. And then of course I will have my way with you as well. The ladies aren’t done with you yet and then of course the men will want to pleasure you as well.”
Not done? The thought made Alexa’s head explode. She tried to contemplate the situation as Sir walked her over to a blanket and helped her to lie down on her back. He took each of her hands and placed them over her head and remained there as restraints were placed on her wrists. Trying to move, the restraints were anchored to the ground. She was at their mercy and in for a long night.
Alexa could tell that someone had knelt along each side of her and their touch let her know it was the mystery women. They each kissed down her neck to her breasts. It was so sensual, Alexa smiled, almost purring. She felt each of her nipples being taken into a warm and wet mouth. As hands rubbed up and down her body, she could feel her nipples being sucked and nibbled on. Every so often one or both of the women would take her nipple between their teeth and give it a tug while using their tongue to run circles around it.
One of the women kissed her way up along Alexa’s neck to her lips. Alexa met the kiss with an open heart and their tongues became tangled in an erotic dance. Too caught up in the kiss, Alexa didn’t notice the other women kissing her way down Alexa’s naked body. The sensations were running from head to toe and it wasn’t until the woman positioned herself between Alexa’s legs, that Alexa took notice.
Trying to break the kiss to object, Alexa was unable to utter anything more than an unintelligible moan. However her objection turned to acceptance with the first pass of the lover’s tongue. Alexa’s new lover worked magic on her clit. The perfect combination of pressure and with the tip of the woman’s tongue combined with the focused circular motion, took Alexa to another place.
The lover kissing Alexa began to work her way down Alexa’s body and soon joined the other woman between Alexa’s legs. Alexa’s eyes began to roll back and her toes curled. She could hear and feel two more people approach and kneel next to her. Alexa gasped as each of her hard nipples were taken into warm and wet mouths.
The firmness of their touch let Alexa know that these were the men attending to her swollen nipples. The sensations of the nibbling and pulling along with the women, who were attending to her clit and fingering her deeply, sent Alexa over the edge. Her body shook and tightened as she tested her restraints. Alexa freely cried out and her hips bucked upwards as her second orgasm of the evening to hold of her.
The four new lovers let Alexa catch her breath. She tingled from head to toe as she had never had a complete sensation like that before. It was almost overload. Four sets of hands set to massaging her body which was now very sensitive. Alexa lay there calmly and steadied her breathing.
“How did you enjoy that?” came the familiar voice of Sir.
“Extraordinary Sir, thank you for the experience.”
“I knew you would enjoy this, but we’re not done yet, in fact, far from. The men want to experience you and each of them has plans to bring you to orgasm and aren’t going to stop until you do.”
“What?”
“That’s right; you will be pleasured until you have been given the gift of orgasm by all.”
“Thank you Sir.”
“I detected a lack of confidence in your response. That doesn’t please me. An amazing experience is what I promised you and that is what I am going to deliver.”
“Sir, I don’t know if I can orgasm that many times. The last one really took a lot out of me.”
“Alexa, listen to me. You can and you will do it. You must allow yourself to believe. And your mistrust of me is hurtful. I think we need to have another bonding moment.”
“Yes, Sir and I’m sorry Sir.” Alexa rolled over on to her knees and tried to steady herself with her hands as best as she could. She knew Sir’s ways of bonding them. Kissing was one and often calmed and reassured her with his deep and passionate kisses. He seemed to be able to draw out her worries and fears. The other way was for her to perform orally on him.
They had come to an understanding that it wasn’t just a pleasure for the receiver, but that it was of trust. Sir was showing his trust in her to take his most sensitive physical feature and allow her to put it in her most dangerous of areas. He was willing to put her in control of his pleasure and safety in a most intimate of ways.
She heard the unmistakable sound of his belt being undone and his zipper being unzipped. As Alexa heard his pants fall to the ground, her mouth watered as her lips parted in anticipation. She did love to take him in her mouth. Knowing that she would soon be making him moan and groan with pleasure delighted her and boosted her confidence. Knowing that she brought him to that state and that she was responsible for it, turned her on.
Sir knelt before Alexa and took her hair in his hand as he gently guided her to his erect cock. He smiled and let out a moan as his head slipped in past her lips and was received by her tongue. Alexa worked herself up and down his shaft, taking him in deeper and deeper. Sir kept hold of her hair, not to control her, but to witness the sight. Watching Alexa pleasure him was mesmerizing and always had been.
Alexa worked confidently on Sir. She wasn’t sure who her new lovers were or much about them, however she knew Sir. Alexa knew Sir’s buttons and how to push them and what he liked. Sir always took control and when Alexa had brought him to his peak, Sir would back off. He never allowed himself to release before he was ready. Or at least that was the impression he gave, always in control.
This was one of those times. Sir pulled himself out but held Alexa still. Under her, she could feel a body positioning itself. The smooth skin and curves of the breast told her it was a female who was a creating a sixty – nine position. The woman’s tongue on Alexa’s still sensitive clit made her shudder. When she gently ran her hands over Alexa’s body, especially when the woman’s nails softly caressed Alexa’s skin, sending goose bumps up and down her spine causing Alexa to gasp.
The warm and wet tongue licking Alexa’s lips felt heavenly. The woman’s tongue was circling Alexa’s clit and then running down the valley created by the parting of her folds. The tongue dove in and out of Alexa driving her to new heights. The lover licked Alexa’s inner thighs and everywhere in between.
“Have you been paying attention?” came Sir’s familiar voice.
She hadn’t but had been enjoying the feel of being orally pleasured. Alexa felt Sir’s hand on her head and found her head being gently forced downward. Sir commanded, “Show me what you’ve learned about pleasing a woman.”
Alexa stuck her tongue out and made contact with the woman beneath her. Exploring, she was able to ascertain just were the woman’s clit and lips were. This was her first time with a woman. Making sure to pay attention to the woman’s clit (something Alexa knew should be done on account of being a woman), Alexa let her tongue circle the clit with a steady pressure. The woman bucked and moaned signaling that Alexa was on the right track. Encouraged by this positive reinforcement, Alexa used increased pressure to stimulate her new lover even more. The woman wiggled and moaned while grabbing onto Alexa’s legs and ass. Deciding to continue farther, Alexa ventured further south to her lover’s lips. Circling them first, Alexa then took them in her mouth and sucked on them, letting them stretch until they escaped her grasp.
The woman let out a muffled gasp and spread her legs even wider. Alexa, spurred on by the woman’s reaction, began a pattern of pleasure. She would let her tongue run its length along the woman’s clit and then encapsulate the woman’s lips and run her tongue down the wet valley. She could feel the woman’s sexual flower blossom and open allowing Alexa’s tongue to find the treasure buried within.
This new experience and the fact that she seemed to be doing well excited as well as aroused Alexa. She had brought pleasure to others but never to another woman. Suddenly, Alexa was aware that the pair had become a group again. She could feel her breasts being messaged and nipples pinched. She lifted her head up and had to take a deep breath and let out a long moan. The sensations were overwhelming again and she could feel herself being brought to climax again shortly.
Alexa could also feel her lover’s breasts being teased and knew that they woman was enjoying it immensely. The woman’s sounds also made Alexa suspect that her lover was close to climax as well. Lowering her head back down, Alexa discovered someone had two fingers quickly thrusting in and out of her lover’s pussy. Alexa’s tongue worked diligently to stimulate her lover’s swollen clit and lips.
The juice from her lover’s body was now coating the mystery fingers inserting themselves into the woman, creating wetness everywhere. The woman was bucking her hips, gyrating in an uncontrollable way under Alexa. Both women were now on the verge of orgasm. Hearing the woman’s moans of ecstasy sent Alexa over the edge. Both women’s bodies convulsed in bliss, Alexa collapsing on top of the woman.
Two fingers make their way into Alexa’s panting mouth. She closed down and tasted her lover’s juices. She sucked the fingers clean as if licking honey. Her revelry didn’t last long as she was picked up by her waist, her lover moved from under her. Exhausted to say the least, she collapsed flat, drained in every since of the word.
A sharp sting snapped Alexa back to reality as her ass cheek felt on fire. “Well the time has come for me to have my turn,” came the familiar voice of Sir. She would never normally turn down Sir but today was an exception. Alexa had been through an emotional wringer today, a literal roller coaster of emotions coupled with being fucked in new ways, had worn her out. However any objections she had fell on deaf ears if she had really uttered any at all.
Her hips were lifted up and her legs brought under her while her head remained on the ground. Alexa felt a hard cock sliding between her ass cheeks. A feeling she knew like the back of her hand and would’ve known even if Sir hadn’t announced his presence. There was something about him having his way with her as well as finishing her off for the evening that brought a smile to her.
Alexa didn’t have to worry about trying to relax to take Sir that way, she was just needed to enjoy Sir having his moment. He drove himself into her inch by inch and she loved feeling every inch of him and how he filled her. The noises Sir was making were music to her ears as pleasing him was pleasure to her. Satisfied with the depth of his penetration, Sir pause for a moment and grabbed Alexa’s hips. She had felt this before and knew to prepare for some good ol’ fashioned fucking. Sir didn’t make love, he fucked and he fucked hard.
However, something caught Alexa by surprise. With Sir still in her and about ready to complete his business as no one else could, a warm and wet mouth covered her clit while a tongue danced over it. Another set of hands grabbed onto Alexa’s hips and Sir was off. She was starting to fade into a blissful coma when every few moments a stinging smack on an ass cheek would snap her back.
“You’re going to come for me,” came Sir’s deep voice.
Alexa didn’t really think she could and worry set over her. She was immensely enjoying the attention but was afraid that she was so drained. She also didn’t want to tell Sir no or upset him.
Sir’s commanding voice echoed in her ears again, “Tell me you’re going to come for me. I want to hear you say it.”
It was for Alexa to make a decision. Gathering all her strength, she was bound and determined to make it happen. “I’ll come for you Sir.” It was weak but she had said it.
“What was that?” he asked.
Summoning more energy, “I’m going to come for you Sir.”
“Good girl.”
She had said it twice and now he would be expecting it. He wanted a real orgasm. She had tried to fake it one time, and Sir knew. It displeased him more than just about anything else that she had ever done. The broken honesty and trust had puts cracks in a bond that cannot ever be broken if the relationship was to ever succeed. He would be looking and he would know if she did it again.
Focusing on the sensations and what this picture must look like really began to get Alexa going. Concentrating deeply, so deeply that she was unable to hear anything but Sir moaning as he repeatedly thrust himself deeply into her and feeling of the women ministering to Alexa’s lips and clit in rhythm. Alexa could feel her toes curling and as a wave of ecstasy washed over her body, her orgasm. Before passing out, she could feel Sir unloading his seed into her. She would recall nothing more of the evening.
As Alexa awoke the next day, she found herself in her bed back at home. She looked around and there was Sir sitting in his chair reading the paper with his coffee, his usual morning ritual.
“Good morning Sir”
“Afternoon you mean. You’ve slept most of the day away.”
This new revelation shocked Alexa. How could she have slept that long? She didn’t remember much and she began to think she had a wild dream, however, as she rolled her hips, the feeling of being well fucked told her it was no dream.
“How long were we out there?”
“Long enough for you to experience what I wanted you to experience.”
A typical answer from Sir. Alexa laid her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes.
She had more questions but wasn’t in the mood to ask them and she knew Sir didn’t always share his why’s except to say, “Pleasure, to let you experience a new type of pleasure.”

Spin Cycle

Hello again,
for this blog I didn't something different. On a blog take over I did, one of the prizes was that I would write a fantasy of the winner's choice. And so here it is. It's a very sexy story that will have you wanting to do the laundry a lot more often. And as always, please feel free to leave feedback on here, twitter, or my FB page. Enjoy.

It was a warm summer day, late morning, when I decided to do a couple of loads of laundry. Pilling my clothes, soap, quarters into my basket, I head down to the laundry room. My apartment complex has a laundry room in the basement, but not one of those creepy and dark ones you see in movies.
I stepped out of the elevator and could see into the laundry room. There are narrow rectangular windows along the top of the far wall and you can see the bottoms of the lounge chairs of people enjoying the pool this morning.
As I walked in, I let out a little gasp as I wasn’t expecting anyone else in there. But he was there. I didn’t know his name but I had seen him a few times before. To my friends, I just called him Tall, Dark, and Handsome. Gorgeous is really more like it. He has been the man of my fantasies and now I’m in a room with him, all alone with just him. Instinctively, my inner thighs meet as I feel myself become wet with desire.
Shyly walking by him quickly, I place my basket on the dryer at the far end near the last two washers. Trying not to look at him because I know I will stare, I place my clothes in the washers. I can’t help it and I glance over at him. He’s been watching me with a sly smile on his face.
I can’t help but take him in. he’s wearing tight fitting tee-shirt and jeans, no shoes.Tall, at least six foot two if not three, bronze all over tan, and well built. His thick dark hair was begging to have me run my fingers through it as I had dreamed of doing so many times before as I fantasized of him pleasuring me. And his blue eyes, those eyes could melt me by themselves. His dark but well kept mustache and goatee gave him a bad boy aura and made me even hotter.
Feeling myself blush, I turn away and realize that I’ve been playing with my hair and just licked my lips. Feeling a little out of breath, I try to calm myself. Stuffing the washers full, I add soap, and add the coins to start my load. I hear his machines running and I hope that he has left, having had his fun with me. He has to know the effect he has on women, or at least me.
Grabbing my basket, I turn around. He’s standing there, leaning on one arm against the washer. Feeling embarrassed and flustered, I get drop my basket. I clumsily start to bend down to pick it up and instead, he grabs my arm and picks it up for me, tossing it on a washer. He obviously has plans for me.
I demurely look down and with a finger he lifts my chin up so that I look him in the eyes. My legs weaken and all at once I’m scared and excited in anticipation of whatever will happen next.
He puts his arms down and looks at me like he’s waiting for something. Not sure what he means, I stand there. He raises his eyebrows add grabs the bottom of his shirt for a second. Tall Dark and Gorgeous couldn’t really be asking me to undress him, could he?
Admittedly intrigued and very excited by the thought, I step closer to him and slowly and gently slide my hands underneath his shirt starring at him the whole time looking for his reaction. So far, only smiles.
So I continued to run my hands under his shirt, over his washboard abs. Feeling his stomach muscles sent sensations between my legs as I bite my lip. My hands push further up and I find his toned and shaven chest. Lifting his shirt up and over his head, he takes it from me and tosses it into the washer and closes the lid. My hands are still on his chest hoping that isn’t all he wants from me.
Running my hands around his back as I step into him, are bodies nearly touching, I can feel the heat coming off of him and I take a deep breath inhaling his scent. I know I want him. Leaning forward, I begin softly kissing his chest, admiring his magnificent body as I do. Forgetting myself, I gently lick and kiss his nipples.
Feeling like I’m getting carried away, I stop and look into his eyes. His eyes, his eyes are deep blue oceans of lust that pull me in and where I lose myself. I don’t know if this is instant chemistry or if he’s using his power to will me to him. Either way his eyes and his smile tell me he’s enjoying my advances and his smile seems to say that he knows that I am powerless.
As if we are drawn together, he leans down as I move forward and my eyes close as our lips meet. Immediately I feel fireworks my pussy is getting wetter and yearns for his touch. Letting my hands slowly run down the sides of his upper body, they make their way down to his jeans.
He reaches his hand around my neck and pulls me closer, not letting me go. Nervously, I fumble with the button and zipper but manage to get them undone. He doesn’t stop me as I slide my hands inside and discover that he’s not wearing anything underneath. My hands move around his body and down over his ass, pushing his pants down. They fall to the floor and he steps out of them.
My hands run around his muscular legs and thighs and find his hard cock. Using the tip of my nails, I slowly stroke his balls and shaft, wanting to tease and pleasure him. I grab his shaft and begin stroking it and massaging his balls. A soft moan of pleasure escapes him bringing a smile to my face and a boost of confidence.
With his hand on my shoulder, I feel the desire to slowly sink to my knees, kissing my way down his abs down to his hard cock. My tongue runs up and down his shaft and circles his swollen head. Wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, he guides me as he I take more and more of his thick shaft. I work to keep my mouth wet and breathe to take him in. He’s more than long enough but his thickness is filling my mouth and my pussy is soaking wet thinking about how he’s going to fill me.
Up and down his shaft he guides me before he allows me to take him at my own pace. My hands each grab a handful of his firm ass and I pull him in as deeply as I can take him, almost choking myself, but the moans coming from him make it all worthwhile. It’s hard to believe that really just a few feet away, there are a whole bunch of people who could possible just turn around and look down to find me on my knees pleasuring this hot stranger.
I’m not sure how long I spent worshiping his cock, but I could have gone on for hours. His effect on me was unlike any other guy I’ve ever been with. Seemingly impatient or maybe I was just driving him wild, either way, he lifts me up under my arms and sets me on the washer. Running his hand under my dress, he pushes it up around my waist. Again, I was a mixture of excited and nervous.
Moving between my legs, he spreads them apart with his body. Sliding his hand along my legs sends shivers of desire through my body. He hand slides under my panties and with his thumb he feels them and sees how wet they are. With a quick snap of his wrist, he pulls my panties breaking the waistband and pulling them out from underneath me. His hands move under my legs and grab my now bare ass and he lifts me and brings me to the edge of the machine before spreading my legs apart farther and entering me.
With my legs on his shoulders, in one motion he slides himself all the way in. My mouth opens and my eyes widen as he fills and stretches me. A slight strangled scream escapes me, more from surprise than anything else. The noise of the machines masks any sounds I’m making. The wetness in my pussy allowed him to penetrate me deeply, but my lips were not ready for that thick shaft.
He begins thrusting himself hard and deep. A gasp and whimper escape me as it takes my pussy some time to adjust to his thick cock. Finally my lips stretch enough and he feels so amazing running himself in so deep before pulling out to the edge of my lips and then driving himself back in. I reached a hand down between my legs and begin rubbing my clit. He pushes my hand away, wanting to be the sole source of my pleasure. He was going to pleasure me. He and he alone was going to make me cum.
Taking down the top of my dress, my breasts are now bared to him. He leaned forward and I lifted a breast up and he took the nipple in his mouth. Gently biting and pulling on it, he was now driving me wild. I could feel my orgasm building quickly, I was a wanton woman and he was driving me to what was going to be an explosive orgasm.
I wrap my legs around his waist pushed myself against him. He had a hard, fast pace that I matched, almost racing him to the finish. He was pumping his hard cock into me as hard and fast as he could, giving me all that I could handle. Tightening as I cried out and I clenched him hard as I came leaving me shaking, trembling, and gasping for breath.
Pressing my cheek against his shoulder while I let him catch up, he continued filling me over and over again. He pulls out and brings me down before turning me around and bending me over the washing machine. He enters me easily again but I gasp again as he does. My legs had turned to jell-o but his thrusts pin me against the machine. He grabs my shoulder with one hand and his other hand pulls on my nipples.
With three grunts, his body tightens and I can feel his cock throb with each thrust as he cums deep in me. Breathless himself, he pulls me against him, his cock still in me. He takes himself out and turns me around to face him. Taking my face in his hand, he kisses me deeply parting my lips with his tongue.
Breaking our kiss, he slips his jeans back on and walks out. I stand there hoping that this isn’t the last time we do laundry together.

Erotic Easter

An erotic easter story? Oh yes. Of course there are Easter eggs. I hope you've been checking out my other blog posts, if not, please do.
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It was early Sunday morning; Easter to be exact and I had woken up early and rolled over to see my angel still sleeping. She looked so peaceful and to see her now, you would never think that last night we fucked each other’s brains out. After fucking her ass, I masturbated all over her face and breasts. Heather licked every drop up and smiled as she did. It’s one of the reasons why I love her.
Now her mother on the other hand is very religious and doesn’t love the fact that Heather and I are “living in sin”. So today we agreed to go to church and out to lunch with her mother and a few of her friends. But before that, I wanted to surprise her with a little Easter egg hunt.
I got up and hid a necklace with a diamond pendant and some diamond ear rings in some plastic eggs. There were a few eggs with a little bit of candy also just so she would be thrown off if she found those first. Walking back to the bedroom, she opened her eyes and smiled as I walked in the room.
“Hey Lover Boy, what’s for breakfast?”
A sheepish grin crosses my face. “I started the coffee, but no breakfast. However, I’ll make some eggs after you find the Easter eggs I hid for you.”
“Oh yeah,” she said as she smiled and jumped out of bed, still naked from the night before. Covering herself with her, robe she headed out into the living room. As she walked by me, she grabbed my balls and said, “Did I find them?”
Smiling, I reply, “Those weren’t it but you can play with them later.”
“Damn right I will.”
She heads out to the living room and I follow. There are a few in plain sight and Heather quickly collects them, opening them up. She smiles as she finds her favorite candies inside.
“Aw, thank you baby,” she says giving me a kiss.
“There are more outside.”
She raises an eyebrow in curiosity and heads out. Finding them, she brings them inside and sits down on the couch and opens them. Jewelry spills out into her hand as the eggs are opened and her face lights up. I put the necklace on her and she admires the earrings.
“Oh Baby, I love them. Thank you.”
She turns and leans into me, giving me a deep passionate kiss. I lean back on the couch and she falls on top of me, her robe opening. Hardening, I get ready for another great fuck session when the phone rings. We don’t answer it and my hands wander under Heather’s robe and grab two big handfuls of her beautiful ass. She sticks her tongue in my mouth and starts to grind on my stiff cock through my thin shorts. The answering machine kicks on and the screeching sound of her mother’s voice kills the mood as we hear her reminding us about church today.
Since we’re running late, we get up and I make breakfast while she showers. I’d rather shower with her but then we both know we’d be late and we’re already on her mom’s shit list for living in sin. Heather gets ready quickly and by the time I get out of the shower, she’s waiting for me in the living room.
“I hid an Easter egg for you to find,” she says with a sly smile.
She hands me a big plastic Easter egg. I take it and look at her dumbfounded. Thinking that I’m confused on my holidays, I ask her, “This is Easter and not April Fool’s Day, right?”
“Yes. That’s not the egg I hid. Open it.”
I pop open the egg and find a small remote control. Still not getting it, I hold it and look around for a remote control car or something.
“Push the button silly.”
Doing as she instructed, I push the button and heard a low hum. I pushed it again and the hum was a little louder and one more time it was even louder. It sounded like it was coming from underneath Heather who started squeezing her legs together and her mouth opened. A smile came to mine.
As I turned it off, she took a deep breath and blushed a bit. “You like it?”
“Yes. Yes I do. Now let’s go before your mom hate me even more.”
“She doesn’t hate you Babe….well not that much. But I don’t know why?”
“Me neither. Maybe it’s because I’m fucking her little girl?”
“Mmmm, and you do it so well,” she says biting her lip and giving me a seductive look as she heads to the door.
I turn the remote on and she jumps and wiggles her hips and lets out a scream.
“You’re going to have to be quieter than that in church.”
“Maybe I should hold on to the remote.”
“Oh hell no. Now get your ass in the car.”
She turns and we head out. Along the way, I have fun turning on the remote at random times. It was fun to watch her squirm and wriggle especially when she was on the phone with her mom letting her know we were on the way. After hanging up, she punches me in the arm.
We get to the church and park. As we get out of the car, Heather has all eyes on her. Her sun dress comes down to just above her knees and she’s wearing some sexy heels. Her bare shoulders and arms, covered in a golden tan, help to accentuate her large breasts. The men are staring and the women and trying to make sure their families don’t see. It’s not that inappropriate but it far sexier than anything the other women are wearing. No one notices me in my dress clothes.
We take seats next to her mother with Heather sitting between us. Actually, her mother pulled her down next to her so there was no possibility that I could sit there. Heather gets a hug and I get a dirty look. Heather puts her hand on my leg as her mother holds her other hand. I put the remote on level one and let it run a couple seconds. Heather rubs my leg and smiles as she looks over at me. So far, her mother didn’t notice anything.
The service starts and the priest says “He has risen.” Heather leans over looking at something in her purse and gives my crotch a grab.
“He certainly has,” Heather says and her mother smiles.
Throughout the service I give Heather jolts of vibration at different levels which makes her squirm and she even cried out a bit at one point. She dug her nails into my leg and I had to bit my lip to keep from making a noise.
One time, we almost got caught. I had turned the remote to the highest level and let it run off and on a few times. Heather jumped and everyone looked. She took a deep breath and whispered to her mother, “Cell phone.” Her mother looked down and said to Heather that it couldn’t be her cell phone as her purse was on the ground.
“Oh, I mean it’s his phone.” That brought the dirtiest of looks.
At the end of the service we were walking out and waited in line to be thanked by the priest. Of course I used the remote a few times which made it difficult for Heather to stay composed. A couple of times the vibration was audible and we had to make the excuse of the cell phone to pass it off. We finally got to the doors and the priest.”
He said, “thank you for coming to today’s service,” as he shook our hands. Looking at Heather he said, “You look a little flushed, are you feeling alright?”
She smiled and said, “Oh yes. When you spoke of the res-erection, it’s just stirred something inside me.”
He smiled and said thank you and that he often feels moved as well. We walked out holding back tears from trying so hard not to laugh. Her mother gave us a look of pride thinking that she has put us on the road to salvation. She has no idea how that we are trying our damnedest not to laugh.
Her mother goes to her car and we get in ours. The plan is to meet at the restaurant in a few minutes. As soon as we close the doors Heather says, “Drive some place and fuck me, fuck me now. I’m so ready.”
Giving her a sly smile, I start the car and pull out. Once we get to the street, I turn on the vibrator to full power. Heather moans and spreads her legs and grabs onto the door handle for support. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open. At the stop sign, I reach across and recline her seat.
“Pull your dress up.” She does without hesitation. Placing my hand on her thigh, I gently and smoothly slide it across her leg and let it come to rest on her thong, right above her pussy. I can feel the heat and her thong is wet. She lets out a gasp as I apply a little bit of pressure on her clit. As I begin rubbing, her hips begin bucking and she grinds her pussy into my hand and moans even louder. I pull my hand away to steer the car around a corner.
“You bastard, don’t stop.”
“Oh, I’ll have you cuming.”
“Stop teasing, I need it now,” she half moaned, half cried out.
Reaching my hand back over to her thigh, I slide my first and middle fingers under her thong and start rubbing her swollen clit again.
She moans.
“You like that don’t you?”
“Uh huh,” she says breathlessly.
“You love it when I rub your hot wet pussy. I’m going to make you cum.”
“Oh yes Baby. Oh fuck yeah.”
I rub up and down her parted lips and dip my fingers in, feeling her wetness and then rubbing her clit more. Increasing the pace more, I’m driving her wild.
“Oh shit. Fuck, yes. Oh don’t stop. God, I’m going to cum.”
Well I think God already knew and she was so loud, the people we passed by probably did too. Sliding my fingers between her lips and using my thumb to rub her clit, I work her from inside and out. She is bucking and thrusting and gasping for breath between moans of ecstasy. Rubbing fast and furiously, I bring her to orgasm. She grabs my arm, her body tenses as she cums and cries out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, god yes. Oh shit, fuck yes.”
She lets out a huge breath and collapses back into the seat. We arrive at the restaurant and just sit in the parking lot. Looking over at her, she seems so relaxed, like she could fall asleep right now. She hasn’t even pulled her dress back down yet.
“Why don’t we just go home and fuck?” she asks.
“The orgasm wasn’t good enough?”
“No, I need some cock.”
“Your mother would be pissed off, and at me. I don’t need that.”
“You can cum all over my face,” she says suggestively. “I’ll even stroke you myself.”
I do love that and it makes me think for a few seconds. “ Your mom would never forgive us.”
“I know,” she says and we get out of the car.
We head into the restaurant and I go straight to the restroom to wash my hands and give my now hard cock some time to relax. Coming out of the men’s room, Heather is on her way into the ladies room.
“You better put the egg back in," I tell her.
She gives me a mischievous smile and says, “Someone likes their Easter gift.
I sit down at the table. Heather’s mom is there and as well as some of her friends. A cold stare from her mother and the women talk to themselves. Heather finally arrives back and sits down.
“Mom, did you see the jewelry he gave me for Easter?” Heather says leaning towards her mother and showing her the earrings and necklace.
The only response was “No ring, I see.” Well it was a difficult lunch to sit through and more than once I wished I had just taken Heather home and fucked her after church.
Lunch was torturous with the only interesting part being that I got to play with the remote and Heather having to make excuses for why there was a vibrating sound every so often. I loved watching her squirm, catching her every so often bit her lip to keep from crying out. Finally, lunch was over and astonishingly, her mother asked if we were coming over for a while. I didn’t really want to at this point. I was ready to fuck Heather. My cock had been hard and aching all morning and was in some serious need of release.
“Sure Mom, we’d love to. Right Sweetie?” she said with an “I’m going to make you suffer for a while longer look.”
Faking a smile, I reply, “I’d love to.”
We get in the car and I say, “What the fuck was that?”
“You said you wanted to get on her good side. I was sure you wouldn’t mind.” She pulls her dress down enough to expose her left breast and begins playing with her nipple with her right hand. Reaching her hand over, she starts rubbing my hard cock through my pants.
“Oh you bitch.”
“Next time take me home and fuck me.”
“Next time I’m going to bend you over the car and fuck you behind the restaurant.”
“Even better,” she says with excitement in her voice.
“I fight back the only way I can at the moment, by turning on the egg full power. It distracts her, but not enough as her grab on my cock tightens.
We get to her mother’s house and park.
“If I was a bad girl, I’d suck your cock right here.” She says licking her lips.
“You are a bad girl. My bad girl.”
“I know, and I love being your bad girl, but I’m still going to make you wait.”
She gets out of the car and I hurry to get out, and get right behind her, trying to hide my erection. Heather climbs the stairs to the porch and bends over to pick up the paper as I grab her hips and thrust myself into her back side. She lets out a small scream. We walk in.
Heather’s mom is in the living room watching a religious televised church service. She has the sound up. We sit down. And Heather’s mom tells her to go look at the magazine in the dining room and look at the curtains she’s thinking of buying.
Heather gets up and walks in there. Her mother and I sit in silence for a moment.
From the next room I hear, “Hey Honey, I like some of these, come here and let me show you some.”
I get up and as soon as I am out of the room, I undo my belt and pants. Heather is sitting at the table looking at the catalog. I hit the remote and she jumps, letting out a little scream. Her mother asks if everything is okay. My pants and underwear drop, I sit my bare ass down on the table, right in front of her. In her mom’s spot at the table no less. She looks surprised and I take advantage of that by pulling her head towards my hard cock.
“Yeah mom, everything’s just fine.” She says out loud.
“Baby, put your hand down. You know if you just show it to me I’ll suck it.” And she does. She even seems to be more turned on than usual with the extreme naughtiness of our location and her mother possibly catching us.
She grabs the base of my hard cock and slowly licks circles around my swollen head before running the tip of her tongue up and down from the base of my balls to my head. It feels amazing. The she kisses the top of my cock and begins taking it inch by inch, moving up and down and taking more each stroke. Her hot and wet mouth feels so good.
Heather wiggles out of her thong, never once taking my cock out of her mouth. She grabs the remote, fumbles with it for a second before turning it off. Pulling her vibrating egg out, she drops it on the floor. Lifting her head up she uses the seat of the chair to stand up and she turns around. Reaching back, she grabs my cock and lowers herself on to it. A moan escapes her mouth.
She sinks down easily and I can feel her wetness. Heather begins slowly rocking her hips, grinding herself into me. I reach up and grab her tits through her dress. She pulls down her top and I find her nipples and begin pinching and pulling them. She speeds up and rides me for a while.
Every so often her mom yells out something like “See anything you like” or the “are you thinking of getting something?”
Heather yells back, “Oh yeah, I’m getting some.”
After a while, her body tightens again and she orgasms. She lies back on me.
“Wow, you don’t usually cum that fast.”
“I know, but you’ve been teasing me with that egg and then surprise me with your pants down. I was horny as hell,” she says breathlessly.
I help push her back to a sitting position, my hard cock still in her. I say, “Now about me cuming all over your face.”
“Well I am your bad girl,” she says. She sits back down and I sit up. She starts sucking on the head of my cock and stroking me as hard and fast as she can.
Her mother yells out about having some creamy mashed potatoes.
Heather says, “Creamy sound really good.”
I lean back a little and heather looks me in the eyes and licks her lips in anticipation. Holy shit, it makes me so hot when she does that and the look of wanton on her face and she strokes me. Soon I release sending large spurts of cum all over her cheeks, lips and chin fully draining my balls. Leaning down, she sucks the tip of my cock clean and then heads to the restroom, her top still down. I get off the table and see my ass prints still there.
Getting redressed, I give Heather’s thong a sniff before putting it in my pocket. Well that only whet heather’s appetite and I gave her a fantastic Easter fuck when we got home later.

St. Patrick's Day / Fucking and Fighting

I hope you enjoy my St. Patrick's day themed (well Irish) erotic short story.
St. Pat’s Day
It was a typical midweek at The Porterhouse here in Dublin. Working behind the bar, I took a gander at him right away as he walked in. Tall, dark hair, slick suit, he wasn’t from around here, but the fella peaked my interest. He stopped and scanned the room and then noticed some local business men sitting at a table having a glass and talking business, nothing unusual.
Wiping down the bar, I was trying not to let him see me gawking. He’s in good shape, well built but not overly muscular. As he approached the table of men, he looks over at me He is totally my type but I try and steady my nerves. Joining the men, he joins in the conversation. I figure this would give me an opportunity to flirt a bit while I get his drink order and maybe let him check me out. My time in the gym has been well spent.
As I walk over, I can hear him talking. He’s got a deep, smooth voice, with an undertone of confidence. And he’s American. So far, I’m in love or at least lust. I walk up and stand next to him, placing my hand on his shoulder to get his attention and of course begin my flirtation.
“Hey fella. Are you going to have a glass?
He finishes his sentence and looks at me. “Yes, something dark.” His voice begins to melt me further until I hear his answer.
I take a deep breath and take my hand off of his shoulder. It seems everyone thinks we don’t drink anything but black stout. “If you want a glass of black stout, you’ll need to find yourself heading down Parliament to one of the manky pubs down that way and maybe you can find a floozie and have yourself a grand time.
The men at the table laugh and are taken aback my forwardness and no nonsense attitude. But he isn’t impressed or even flustered. Instead, he looks right into my eyes and I’m immediately drawn to his green eyes. My legs weaken and I can already feel my knickers sliding down. He very calmly says, “I didn’t ask for Guinness, I said something dark. I’ll take a Louder.” With that he turns back to his group and continues his conversation as if I’m not even still standing right there.
And that’s when the fight started.
Well, I don’t know if he’s a gobshite or he wants to give out or maybe he thinks he’s a hardchaw, but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction. I’ve taken on a few men before and held my own. If he wants a fight, I’ll give him one.
“A Louder?” I ask in such a way that it interrupts his conversation and the men at the table stop speaking which forces him to address my question. He turns back around to look me in the eyes again. Oh bloody hell, those eyes will be the death of me. The still calm look on his face tells me he’s going to be a tough nut to crack. But I’m not going to back down and I’m going to show this cocky American who’s boss.
He softly but firmly replies, “Yes, a Louder.” And then turns back to the men. They’re looking at me and noticing that I haven’t gone anywhere which causes him to turn back around.
“Is there a problem?” he asks looking me in the eyes again.
“There is if you want me to bring you a Louder. It’s a lot stronger than the piss water you Americans drink over there. I don’t know if I can find a nipple big enough to fit on the glass so you can nurse it all afternoon on your way to becoming locked.” A few of the guys give a whistle and I think I’ve shown this slick suited city lad that I mean business even though his emerald green eyes are doing things to me. I only hope he can’t see it.
I don’t know how he can look me in the eyes. Most men stare at my chest. My low cut tank top under my button down blouse gives them ample cleavage to gander at. It certainly helps my tips. But all this is telling me he’s going to be a challenge. I like challenges.
“Now, am I going to have to go behind the bar and get it myself or are you going to get it for me?”
Looking at him, I give him a big “Okay, I’ll give you what you asked for and then watch you wish you had listened to me” smile and then turn and take a slow walk around the bar. I grab a pint glass and begin to fill it, all the while, smiling as I anticipate his demise. That is until I begin fantasying that it was closing time and he was bending me over the bar. However, the whole time I’ve been behind the bar, he’s been chatting with his table mates and hasn't given me a second glance.
I bring him his drink and set it on a napkin. He doesn't even look up at me. “I’m not sure you’re ready for a Louder? Go slow, baby sips.”
He turns to look me in the eyes and replies, “If I wanted some bloody lip from an effing bar keep, I’d tell you to unzip my pants.”
A split second later, after seeing red, my fist was flying towards his cheek. He deflected my punch and I ended up in his lap. “You petulant brat.” And with that, he smacks my ass hard, twice.
I struggled to get up as he held me down for a few seconds, but that wasn’t as hard of a struggle as not letting the guys see how much I loved that spanking from him.
Finally letting me go, I got up and took a step back, ready to turn this into a small donnybrook. But then I quickly thought of a way to embarrass him more. “You’re a bad egg, you are. I should belt you.”
And with that I walked away and went back to wiping down the bar and cleaning. I couldn’t help but shoot him angry glances, wishing I had a shillelagh to properly give him what for. If he messes with me again, he’ll wish he’d seen a banshee instead.
The men finished their drinks and meeting and they all got up to leave. He walks over to me and I give him the coldest stare I can manage even though my knees are almost jelly.
“I’m talking you to dinner tonight. I’ll pick you up here at six,” he says.
I continue to stare him right in the eyes and say, “No, I’m not.”
“Yes you are,” he arrogantly replies.
“No, I’m not,” I repeat myself even louder and place my hands on the bar for even greater dramatic effect. “And what makes you think that I would ever go out with you?”
He smiles at me without ever breaking our stare. “I didn’t say anything about going out, just dinner, so the fact that you mentioned it says that you were obviously thinking about it.”
Momentarily dumbfounded, I protest as he finding loop holes and isn’t taking no for an answer. “Dinner, going out, whatever you call it, the answer is still NO!” I don’t blink but I also can’t believe that I just said no when a few minutes ago. I was ready to have my way with him. Well, that was before I knew that he was arrogant and thinks he can have whatever he wants.
Just then, my boss, Daniel, comes out from his office and walks over. “What’s all this fussing about going on here?” he asks looking at me, then the American, then back at me.
“He wants to take me to dinner and I told him no. and besides, I don’t get off until 9,” I add smugly.
Daniel, looks at the guy and sighs, “Yeah, I do need her to stay.” I smile and that obviously should put an end to the American’s nonsense.
“Alright then, I’d like to buy her time from you,” the man says to Daniel and pulls out a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and hands it to him. I gasp and look at Daniel in disbelief. Watching as Daniel turns the bill over in his hands, knowing that Daniel is going to say yes.
“True but it’s a slow night, go to dinner.” my boss says to me.
Damn it. I stare at the American, “No, there’s too much to do.”
Daniel looks at me and in a firm tone says, “You’re going to dinner with this guy, and wear something nice,” and turns and walks away.
Stunned at what just happened, I stand there speechless for a second. Yelling back in Daniel’s direction, I say, “Well then I’ll need to leave earlier”
“Fine,” Daniel yells back through the doorway. Taking a deep breath, I look up at Mr. Dreamy eyes. “Pasta, I like pasta and you can save the salad.”
He smiles. “I’ll send a car to pick you up at 5:45.” Turning towards the door, he begins to walk away.
“You said six,” I yell after him.
He stops and turns back to me, “Dinner is a t 6, so the car will pick you up at 5:45. Oh and Tristan.”
Tristan? What the hell does he mean by that I think to myself? And the look on my face must have said that I was confused.
“My name, Tristan. You haven’t asked me but I figured you should know what to scream out tonight.” He turns and walks out.
Oh bloody hell, he already thinks he has me in bed. What a cheeky bastard I blurt out loud and the few customers stop and look at me. I tell them to finish their drinks and they all go back to their original conversations.
I head to my apartment which thankfully is close by. Looking in my closet trying to decide on something to wear, I contemplate not even showering or changing. How to make him sorry he got me into this? Hmmmm.
Then a thought hits me. Look fabulous and leave him with blue balls. I find one of my dresses that I know makes my cleavage look great and shows off my figure. It’s got the kind of front where if I bend over, he’ll get a great look at my breasts and short enough he’ll see the legs. A lethal combination in the past and I’ll leave “Tristan” the arrogant calling out his own names as he strokes himself off tonight.
I shower, shave and do my hair and make-up. Checking myself in the mirror, I have to admit that I look good. Practicing my seductress stare, I’m pulling out all of the weapons tonight.
Walking out the door, there’s a town car sitting out front with a man in a chauffeur’s uniform standing by the passenger seat.
“Maam, I’m hear pick you up.”
“How did you know where to pick me up and why aren’t you picking me up at the Porterhouse?”
“I’m just following Tristan’s directions Maam. Please get in.”
It’s a bit strange but I get into the car and he closes the door. A few minutes later he pulls over in front of some nice apartments. I get out and the driver tells me to go to buzz 3-C. As I walk up to the call box, I start to get a bit nervous. Pushing the button, there isn’t a direct response and I kind of hope that he doesn’t answer and I can just go back home and have a quiet evening.
However, that changes as I hear the electric lock on the door buzz to let me in. Walking in, I ride the lift up to the third floor and exit. The door to his apartment is ajar and I this marvelous aroma arouse my taste buds. I push the door open a bit and say “Hello?”
“Come in.”
The voice comes from somewhere farther back in the apartment. Hesitantly, I push the door open and walk in, closing it behind me. Spacious and modern but defiantly a bachelor pad. Everything is luxurious and I follow the aroma to the kitchen. Tristan is at the stove stirring a pot.
He looks domestic and vulnerable standing there. I’m drawn to him and as I approach him he turns around holding the spoon out to me, with his other hand underneath to catch any drips and holds it to my lips. Looking at him, I lean forward and taste. It’s delicious. A few drops of sauce run down my lip and I raise my hand to wipe it away. Before I realize what’s happening, Tristan grabs my hand leaning into me and sucks the sauce off of my lip, pulling my lip into his mouth in the process.
I let out a mumbled protest but he has me pinned against the refrigerator, his lips and body pressed against mine. I feel his erection pressing into me. My resistance weakened, I give in as I begin to replay the thoughts I had of him earlier while pleasuring myself in the shower. He was ravaging my naked body, filling me completely and the thoughts of my fantasy makes me wet.
Finally he pulls away and holds his gaze directly into my eyes. He looks pleased with himself. I give him my best seductress stare and then abruptly slap him across the cheek, letting him know who’s in charge. Tristan doesn’t even touch his cheek but smiles instead.
“Worth every second,” he coolly says and turns his attention back to the stove checking on the sauce and noodles. Satisfied with their progress, he pours me a glass of wine and offers me a seat at the table. I watch as he dishes and plates our dinner.
“Where did you learn to cook?”
“During my time in Italy. I have family there.”
He brings us plates and it looks at good as it smells. Sitting down I say to him, “Tell me something in Italian.”
He says, “Ho intenzione di fare la mia strada con voi stasera.”
“Fluent in Italian I see or is it just a phrase you memorized?”
Tristan looks a bit insulted and replies, “I also know French and am well versed in it’s culture.”
“So the romantic languages? Hmmm.” I say with a sly smile on my face alluding to other aspects cultures of romantic languages are known for. “So your little phrase in Italian, what did it mean? Probably something like, “You think you’re going to have me tonight.”
He laughs, and says, “That’s funny. I saw the look in your eyes. You plan to have me for dessert.”
I raise my eyes feigning shock to buy myself some time. “Please, if anyone already has ideas it’s you. I’m here because my boss said I have to.”
“Now you’re playing the victim. If you didn’t want me, you wouldn’t be here now. And you certainly would have left after the kiss.”
Damn it, he’s got me. The kiss was a test and I failed. I try and turn the tables on him, “You want me, I could feel how much and not just from the kiss.”
He smiles a slightly embarrassed smile. “I do like you and want you…to have dinner and dessert with me.”
Damn him. “That’s a half assed confession.”
He smiles again knowing that not giving me the satisfaction of knowing I’m right is driving me wild. He smile widens and melts me. If only he knew that he could have me any second he wants. Or maybe he does and is just toying with me, driving me crazy on purpose. Two can play that game. I decide to turn up the heat and slip my foot out of my shoe and begin rubbing his leg seductively.
As my foot caresses his leg, he shows no reaction so l journey upward more aggressively. Finding his inner leg, he surprises me my spreading his leg farther apart. I take the bait and my foot nestles up against his crotch. He’s not fully hard…yet. Rubbing his cock, I can feel it grow and stiffen as my pussy gets wet and my nipples harden.
“I’m out of wine,” I say after taking the last sips. Our game of cat and mouse now includes trying to make the other blink first. It’s his turn and in a shrewd move, he dumps the wine from his glass in to mine.
“Problem solved,” he says smiling even bigger now that he knows he’s outsmarted me.
“Touché.”
Continuing to rub his cock, it’s grown and feels nice and hard. That should leave him with a nice case of blue balls. “Well, dinner has been lovely and you are an amazing cook, but it’s getting late and I need to be going,” I say as I stand up and begin making my way to the door. “Thanks for a lovely evening.”
He catches my arm and spins me around. “You can’t leave yet, at least not until you’ve let me entertain you with some dancing.”
Dancing? He has my interest peaked and that fact that he’s not willing to let me walk out gives me the upper hand. “Let me guess, you learned to dance in Italy as well?”
“No, Vienna.” He turns on the stereo and the apartment comes alive with the sounds of a waltz.
With one hand he takes my purse and sets it down while taking my other hand and pulling me close. He begins to waltz me around his place masterfully moving around the tables, couches, chairs and even through the kitchen. Even more amazing is that he never took his eyes off of me the entire time. I’m melting even more into him. But my sassy Irish spirit wants to break him first.
He spins me away from him and then pulls me in close and wraps his arms around me. This time I don’t wait for him to kiss me, I close my eyes and lean in, lips pursed. He readily accepts my invitation and presses his lips firmly against mine. It sends shivers down my spine and straight to my pussy. Pushing my tongue past his lips, he allows me to explore his mouth and does the same to me. All the while, I’m unbuttoning his shirt which I pull off of his shoulders.
My hands roam his well toned chest and abs before making their way down to his belt and pants. He allows me to undress him as we continue to kiss. As I undo his pants and push them to the floor, my lips and tongue work their way down to his nipples and I gently bit and lick them. Reaching down I grab his hard cock and wrap my hand around his very thick shaft and begin to slowly stroke it from tip to balls.
He moans and pulls my lips back up to his. I keep stroking, slowly. My hand going up and down and back and forth on his shaft. When I get to the top of his swollen head, I let my thumb rub a few circles before heading down. Only sheer will power is stopping me from dropping to my knees and taking him in my mouth or even better yet, pushing him down and lowering myself on to him.
I feel his knees buckle a little bit and know it’s time to make my move. Leaning back I break our kiss and step back giving him one final stroke and a smile as I turn and head back towards the door. Arms handcuffed by his shirt, pants around his ankles, I’ll be at the sidewalk before he gets to the front door.
Casually strolling to the front door, I reach down about to grab my purse when Tristan picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
“Oh what a naughty girl you are.”
Normally I’d be turned on my this macho man move but hearing his words it’s hard to concentrate on them because I’m still stunned that he caught me until I look over by the couch and see that he had stepped out of his pants and I hadn’t noticed. Damn it. I got cocky.
He carries me back over to the couch. As he lowers me, he grabs onto my dress and I literally fall out of my dress and land on the couch wearing nothing but my thong and heels. The speed at which this is happening is mind blowing and as I sit there wide eyed and mouth agape, he straddles me on the couch and takes advantage of the opportunity and sticks his rock hard cock in my mouth.
I start to push him away but he grabs my hands and pins them against the couch. He’s got me where he wants me. Giving in, I start taking him deeper and deep, really wetting my mouth and letting my tongue work his head and shaft. Seeing that I’ve stopped fighting, he realizes my arms and I grab a handful of ass in each hand.
Looking up at him, I give him the doe eyes that say, “I submit,” and I watch him close his eyes and tilt his head back. He’s mine to tease and play with. With one hand on his balls, I start really working his cock, stroking and sucking it. He moans loudly with pleasure. But all of a sudden, he grabs my head and pulls his cock out so fast that there was a “pop”.
He bends down and grabs my ankles and in one motion, pulls my legs upward which lands me on my back. His mouth is on my clit in an instant. This wasn’t the plan but plans change and I can leave after he pleasures me. I lie back and allow him full access to everything between my thighs. His tongue and finger work in concert as they tease, rub, and excite me beyond what I had already worked myself up to.
Tristan certainly knew what he was doing and he was doing it well. His tongue swirling and biting my clit, fingers probing, licking my juices as he dove deep in me, he even found my g-spot and I began to tighten up and had to bit my lip to hold in my screams of pleasure. I was well on my way to orgasm.
“Take me to the bedroom,” I asked breathlessly.
He obliged as he stood up and pulled me up as well. With his hand, he motioned down a hallway and I went first with him right behind me. The bedroom was large and spacious from what I could tell the light from the street lamps that was able to make it’s way in around the curtains. He guided me to one side of the bed.
Coming up behind me, he wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck and pinches my now hard nipples.
“Lie down, I want to get on top and ride you,” I whisper to him.
He does as I request and I climb on, straddling him. I lean forward reaching back and grabbing his cock and guide it into me. Sliding down easily, I begin slowly rocking my hips back and forth sinking down deeper on his shaft, filling myself completely. Closing my eyes, I reveal in the wondrous feeling. His hands and on my breasts as mine are on his chest as I steady myself. Slowly grind myself into him I find the perfect rhythm and begin riding him hard.
For a little extra pleasure, mine to be exact, I reach forward and pinch his nipples and pull until my fingers come off. I hear him gasp with the pain. Still riding him hard and feeling his cock hit all the right spots, I reach out slap him as I moan. With some “Oh god’s and yes, yes, yes, I rake my fingers and nails down his chest. He winces in pain but I ignore it and ride him harder and faster, bringing myself even closer to orgasm.
I reach out and grab his wrists and hold his arms down. Slapping him one more time for good measure, I cry out as I orgasm. A few more thrusts as my body is shaking and I collapse on him, breathless. He’s still hard and in me but I’m too exhausted to move or care. We lie there for some time until I roll off and begin to crawl across the bed.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks but in more of a I don’t think so kind of tone.
In a nonchalant way, I reply, “To clean up.”
He grabs my ankle and I turn and kick him in the chest and try to hurry off of the bed but to no avail. Tristan grabs me by my calves and pulls me back and then grabs hold of my thighs and pulls me even closer. I try to fight but he has me face down and a hand on my shoulder. My plan has backfired.
His feet spread my legs apart just enough for him to bury his cock deep inside of me. My hair in his fist and him on top of me pounding away, I submit. I am so turned on again as I’ve never met a man that I couldn’t control or one that could control me. Tristan is a challenge, my challenge.
Tristan reaches a hand down under me and begins playing with my clit. He’s pounding me with thrusts so hard that he’s scooting me off of the bed. My second orgasm is close at hand and when I feel him tense up and explode inside of me, I cum again as well. This time he collapses on top of me and we lay there for a while, my tits hanging off of the edge. Finally he goes soft and rolls off of me.
I manage to get up and my wobbly legs get me too the restroom. “Damn he fucked me good,” I think to myself.
I come back out and he’s turned on a light. He’s laying on the bed in his full glory and he is a beautiful sight.
“Thanks for dinner, it was delicious, but I have to go,” I say as I smile and walk back down the hallway. I’m not willing to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he just gave me the best fucking of my life.

“See, when were not fighting, the fucking is pretty good,” he calls after me down the hallway.
He’s right but I just smile and keep walking. Slipping my dress back over my head and throwing my thong into my purse, I leave. No Tristan? Surprising, surely he wouldn’t let me leave without trying to get me to spend the night. Unless I was just a conquest, notch on the headboard or just a fuck.
“Oh hell no,” I say to myself and just as I reach the main doors, I turn around and head back up to give him a piece of my mind. I’m nobody’s notch on the headboard or good time floozy.
Marching right up to his door I notice that it’s open just a crack and I know I closed it tight. Pushing the door open, I walk in.
“In the bedroom,” I hear him call out.
Oh bloody hell. This is exactly what he wanted and I played right into it. I think quickly and I walk deliberately down the hallway, my footsteps echoing.
“I knew you’d come back,” he says with a smug look on his face.
What arrogance. “Yeah, your bloody right you knew I’d come back because you knew that I wouldn't accept that half ass fucking you gave me. I came back so you could finish the job.”
And that was when the fight started.

Valentine's Day Erotica

Hello again. This blog story is different than my usual but more about that later. It looks like a lot of people really enjoyed my Super Bowl story and I'm hoping you'll love my Valentine's Day story as much if not more. If you like it, feel free to leave a comment or send me a message at rjredlynn@yahoo.com or on FB https://www.facebook.com/RJRedlynn, or Twitter @rjredlynn. I'd love to hear from you
My offering today is a dom / slave story with a great twist at the end. Even if you're not really into those kinds of stories, stick with it and I promise the ending is worth it. Enjoy.

8:30. It was 8:30 and I had yet to hear from Sub Kimberly. She is going to be punished for this as I’m very displeased by her tardiness. My phone beeps and I check it, finally. I read her text.
Sub Kimberly
Master, I have showered and dressed myself as you commanded. Are you pleased?
I take a deep breath and exhale. This kind of disobedience cannot be tolerated. She seems to forget herself at times and gentle or not so gentle reminders are needed. So I text her back.
I am not pleased. My instructions were to contact me at 8:30, not 8:32. You will be punished for this tonight.
Very quickly, I receive another text from her.
Sub Kimberly
I am sorry Master. Yes I should be punished. Will you spank me?
The thought of spanking her bare ass brings a smile to my face and a rush of blood to my cock. I imagine seeing her bend over as my hand rubs her smooth and well toned ass. My cock stiffens from that thought and hardens even more as I remember past joys of placing a firm but stinging smack on her ass and contemplate doing it again tonight. I text her my reply which reads.
I’ll decide that. If I didn’t have other things for you to do today, I’d make you kneel naked at my feet under my desk all day.
Again, another quick reply from her.
Sub Kimberly
I would do that Master if it would please you. I could hold your cock in my mouth while you work.
MMM. The thought of my cock in her mouth while I sit here conducting business makes me stiffen even more. That would be fantastic. It makes me think back to my last birthday when I had her prepare me a dinner of a thick cut porter house steak to medium well, seasoned with salt and topped with garlic butter with scalloped potatoes on the side. I sat there enjoying every bite with her under the table, kneeling between my bare legs and my cock in her mouth. One of the best meals I’ve ever had.
Dessert that night was a cinnamon raisin bread pudding, home-made again of course, with a drizzle of Jim beam Whiskey, chocolate sauce, and whipped cream to finish it off. I sat on the edge of the couch, her on all fours facing away from me, my cock buried in her and resting my bowl of bread pudding on her ass.
I smile as I write the following reply to her text.
Yes, we would both enjoy that, but I need you to prepare for tonight. Go to the following address and text me once you get there. 3581 Via Toscania. Drive safely. I do this to provide you with pleasure. And remember, if you continue to displease me, I will not allow you to cum tonight.
She replies with the following text.
Sub Kimberly
Yes Master. I understand and am grateful for all of the pleasure you’ve given me.
I get back to going over the files piled up on my desk. My hard cock is still bulging in my pants with thoughts of tonight, the spankings, the discipline, the pleasuring. Thoughts of her standing in my entry way in nothing but a sexy pair of heels and a corset, ready for my inspection, bring a smile to face and harden my shaft again.
Managing to focus on the files in front of me, the sound of a whip cracking alerts me to a new text message.
Sub Kimberly
I’m at the address you requested. What would you like me to do?
From my office window, I can see the store and her car parked in front of it. The only thing better than sending your Sub to buy lingerie and send you pictures, is being there yourself. The store is only a block from my office.
I send her the following text.
Go inside and find under bust corsets and send me pictures of yourself in them.
Not knowing that I can see her, she replies.
Sub Kimberly
Yes Master. What would you have me do if they don’t have one in your favorite color, blue?
Like a good slave, she knows what I like and I reply,
Then I will pick from the colors available. Now hurry along and send me pictures.
Sub Kimberly
Yes Master.
Wheeling my chair over to the window, I watch as she exits the car and heads inside. I decide that I need to check up on her personally and head out, only stopping to tell my secretary that I’ll be out of the office for a while and not to forward my calls.
Riding down the elevator, excitement runs through my body as I know I’m about to surprise her. As I walk down the street, my cock hardens and begins to ache for release. I cross the street and stop in front of the adult store, check my appearance in the window’s reflection and enter.
Sub Kimberly and the woman working there are looking at corsets and they turn and see me. Sub Kimberly’s eyes light up and she hesitates for a second before dropping the corset and running over to me.
“Oh Master, what a wonderful surprise,” she says as she kneels in front of me, wrapping her arms around me and laying her head right next to my crotch.
The sales woman is a gasp at what she is seeing, mouth open and wide eyed. I ignore her and look down at Sub Kimberly and pat her head. The sales woman obviously feels uncomfortable and heads back to the register.
“Wait,” I say to the sales woman and she stops and I can tell she was hoping we wouldn’t need her assistance any further. She turns around and forces a smile.
“Yes? Did you need something?” she asks meekly.
“Yes, I’d like you to continue helping my Sub pick out the right under bust corset for her.” I coolly reply.
The sales woman, still forcing her smile says, “Of course, I’d be happy to.”
Looking down at Sub Kimberly again, I command her, “On your hands and knees.” The sales woman looks even more uncomfortable and seems to be at a loss for words.
I look at the sales woman and beckon her over with a wave of my hand and with a look that says do what I say. She makes her way over and stands next to a rack of clothing. She’s conveniently placed herself in such a position that she can’t see Sub Kimberly.
“Come over here please,” I say to her in a calm but forceful tone of voice. She moves over to my side and stands next to me. Her name tag says “Brittney”. “Brittney,” I say, “This is my Sub Kimberly and she has displeased me this morning.”
“What did she do?”asks Brittney.
Pausing for a moment to let Brittney wonder, I say, “Well one could say it’s rather a matter of what she didn’t do.” I look down at Sub Kimberly and say, “Tell her what you did.”
Sub Kimberly immediately responds, “Yes Master. My master gave me an order to text him at 8:30 and I did not.”
With a somewhat worried look on her face, Brittney asks, “What time did you text him?
After a pause, I tell Sub Kimberly to answer, “Answer her Sub Kimberly. What time did you text me?”
“8:32 Master.”
“Yes, 8:32. Not the 8:30 I had directed you. And now what’s going to happen?”
Sub Kimberly quickly responds, “Master is going to punish me.”
Brittney has a worried look and seems uncomfortable. “That’s right. I’m going to punish you. Pull up your skirt in the back.”
Sub Kimberly leans forward so her forehead is on the ground as she reaches back with both hands and pulls her skirt up uncovering her bare ass. Letting the material fall on her back, she places her hands on the floor again. Brittney looks even more uncomfortable.
“This is for not following my directions,” I say as I lay a stinging smack on her right ass cheek. I hear her gasp. “Did you say something?”
“No Master,” she replies.
“Good. Now this one is for not texting me pictures of you in the corsets fast enough,” I say and raise my hand again.
“That’s my fault. I took too much time telling her about each one. She really tried to try them on as fast as she could,” Brittney cries out.
I look at Brittney and then down at Sub Kimberly. “Having other people make excuses for you are we now?”
Turning back to Brittney, I say, “She failed me Brittney and there are consequences to failing,” My hand comes down hard on Sub Kimberly’s left cheek and again as I go across the middle and get both cheeks.
Brittney looks mortified and turned on at the same time. She bits her lip with each smack but I notice a twinkle in her eye.
Looking at Brittney, I tell her, “Take me to the outfits she was looking at.”
With a sense of urgency, Brittney says, “Right this way.” And she heads towards the area that they were at when I first came in. She quickly grabs some of the outfits and holds them up for me to see. “Corsets, just like you asked for. See, under the bust style.”
Brittney looks like she’s very eager to please me and I wonder if it’s because she feels bad for Sub Kimberly, maybe she worried that I’m going to spank her, or maybe she’s a bit turned on. Either way, she has a nervous energy about her now.
“Is she going to join us over here?” Brittney asks.
I contemplate the thought for a moment and look back at Sub Kimberly still on her hands and knees, waiting for my next command. “I suppose she should,” I reply and voice my command to Sub Kimberly, “Rise and join us over here.” Sub Kimberly does so immediately. She kneels down at my feet again and assumes her position.
Looking at the outfits Brittney is holding up, I reach out and touch them. Nice combination of lace and other materials. And then I see an all leather one.
“Brittney, I like to inspect that all leather one,” I say. Brittney hurriedly puts down the items she was holding up and grabs the leather corset I was talking about and holds it up for me to inspect. The leather feels soft and smooth. Thinking about how she’s going to look wearing this and what I’m going to do to her, my cock hardens again.
Sub Kimberly feels me grow and bulge and begins rubbing my erection. “Shall I suck your cock Master,” she says. Brittney’s eyes get really big and her jaw drops with a look of shock on her face.
I smack Sub Kimberly’s hand and say, “Look what you’ve done to this dear lady. You need to apologize and see what you can do to make it up to her.”
Dropping to her hands and knees, Sub Kimberly says, “I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable. How can I make it up to you? Should I pleasure you?”
“Um…uh.. no. That’s alright. I accept your apology. Its fine,” Brittney says trying to maintain her composure.
“As you wish,” I say. “Would it make you uncomfortable if she tried on the corset right here?”
Brittney looks around, nervous, and then replies, “She…she should probably use the dressing room right over there.”
“Very well then,” I reply. “Sub Kimberly, go to the dressing room and try this on. You have one minute to be back here. Go” I look at my watch as Sub Kimberly stands and takes the corset and hurries off. “59, 58, 57’” I call after her.
I look at Brittney and she licks her lips and twirls her hair. She’s obviously a little infatuated with me and the situation. Deciding to use her willingness to please, I say, “Bring me some of your riding crops.” She hurries away without a word.
Quickly, but late, Sub Kimberly is out of the dressing room wearing her leather corset. Her large breasts are gloriously displayed in full view and her neatly trimmed pussy bare for everyone to see, if there was anyone else in the store at the time. She stands before me, ready for inspection.
Slowly, looking her up and down, I circle around her looking at her from every angle. Her well toned body is a sight to behold. I can hear Brittney’s hurried footsteps before she comes into sight. She has two riding crops in her hand and extends them to me. She sees Kimberly and doesn't seem to know if she should look or not look.
I inspect each riding crop carefully. “These are the only two we have,” she says nervously.
“Let’s test them shall we,” I say. There is a twinkle in Brittney’s eye and a look of anticipation. “Sub Kimberly, bend over, you took too long changing and need to be punished.”
“Yes Master,” she obediently says as she bends over and grabs her ankles. I take one of the crops, an all black one with a leather handle and give Sub Kimberly a good solid smack on the ass. I can hear her try and hold back a grunt. Brittney has a look of excitement and disappointment as if she had wanted me to test them on her.
“If you please me today, I will let you cum tonight,” I remind Sub Kimberly.
“Oh thank you Master,” she says in an appreciative tone.
Next, I take the other crop and inspect it. It’s very similar to the first one but not as stiff. I snap it a few times on my palm and then try it on Sub Kimberly. No grunt from her this time and I don’t think it has the stiffness I’m looking for. Turning towards Brittney, I hold up my choice and say, “I will take the corset and this crop.”
“Yes, I’ll ring them up for you,” says Brittney and she starts to turn and walk back to the register.
“Wait, you need the corset,” I say to Brittney and she stops and turns around. “Sub Kimberly, take off the corset and wait for me in the dressing room.”
She quickly undoes the corset and lets it fall and steps out of it before handing it to Brittney who takes it but seems a little lost at the sight of a fully naked woman in the store. Sub Kimberly turns and heads to the dressing room as I ordered. Brittney heads to the register.
I turn and head towards the dressing room and pull the curtain closed. Brittney starts to say something but stops. Undoubtedly she was going to inform me of some rule about not more than one person in the dressing room at the same time, and obviously, I wasn’t going to listen.
Sub Kimberly is standing, head down, waiting for me. “Sit down,” I command her and she does. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that you allow me to be in charge of your pleasure.”
“You make me happy too Master. I serve to please you, and you give me pleasure,” Sub Kimberly responds.
“I know you want to do this so I’m going to let you suck my cock, right here.
“Master, what a treat,” she says enthusiastically.
I warn her, “Do not spill a drop or you will be punished again.”
“Yes Master.”
“You may undress me.”
“Yes Master.”
She undoes my belt buckle, unbuttons my pants and unzips my zipper before lowering my pants. As I look down at her, I notice the longing and desire in her eyes as my hard cock springs from my boxer briefs. She licks her lips as she brings her mouth to my swollen head and wraps her lips around it. The wet and warmth of her mouth feels amazing on my shaft and actually weaken my knees a bit. However, I hold steady, careful not to show her how much I am really enjoying this.
“Are you desiring of me? I ask her.” Her answer is muffled by my cock in her mouth, but she answers with an affirmative head nod. “Let’s see,” I say as I reach down between her legs and she spreads them for me. Sliding two fingers in, I feel her hot wetness and it excites me. Pulling my fingers out, I hold them up to her mouth. She takes her mouth away from my cock and instead sucks on my fingers, looking me in the eyes the whole time.
“Good Slave,” I commend her. “I am pleased so far.” I motion with my hand for her to return to sucking my cock. She does and takes me in and out, deeply while stroking my shaft. The feeling of her tongue as it travels around my head and up and down my shaft is amazing. Her mouth and hands work together in perfect combination and I feel my orgasm building. Watching her work masterfully on my cock and seeing the excitement she has for doing it, makes it all that much better.
My orgasm reaches its peak and I explode in her mouth without warning other than some unconstrained grunts. She gags a little but keeps on extracting every drop of my fluid. She pulls her mouth away and a drop of cum from the tip of my cock falls on her breast. I look at her and she lowers her head.
“A drop. A drop fell and imagine if that had landed on your new corset and I haven’t even paid for it yet. I am displeased and you need to be punished. Lie back,” I command her and she does.
I insert my fingers back into her and begin slowly working them in and out of her. Watching her close her eyes in ecstasy turns me on, especially as she is close to orgasming. She opens her mouth in need of more breathes. I know her signs and she is close to orgasm. However that’s not going to happen, not today. At least not at the moment.
Pulling my fingers out and she inhales deeply and opens her eyes wide, snapped back to reality. Holding my fingers in front of her mouth, she takes them in again and sucks them, cleaning them of all her juices.
“Now, you’re going to suck my cock again. And this time, you’re not going to spill a drop.”
“Yes Master.”
She takes my semi-flaccid cock in her mouth and begins to suck and stroke it. It springs to life and gets harder as she works it. I can see the smile on her face as she feels it grow in her mouth. The warmth and wetness of her mouth coupled the tightness of her lips wrapped around my shaft drives me wild. The way she looks up at me with such desire and longing almost brings me to orgasm.
I reach down and grab the back of her neck and begin thrusting my cock, fucking her face. She keeps her mouth wet and steady pressure and soon I erupt. This time, she swallows every drop.
“Good girl,” I say as I pet her on the head. “I may just let you come tonight. Now get dressed and meet me by the cashier.”
“Yes Master.”
She redresses me and I walk out and up the counter. The crop and corset are waiting for me in a bag and Brittney is having a hard time looking me in the eye. She has a good idea of what just happened but looks as if she’s pretending not to know. Handing her my charge card, I sign the receipt and look down at Sub Kimberly who is now at my feet.
“Sub Kimberly, take the items and finish the list I gave you and text me when you are done,” I say and walk out.
I head down a block and grab a sandwich and soda and head back to the office. Eating my lunch while I sift through files and make phone calls makes the rest of the morning and early afternoon go by quickly. When my phone signals me that I have a text message, I realize that I’ve almost forgotten about Sub Kimberly.
Sub Kimberly
Master, I’ve gassed, cleaned washed the car and completed your laundry. What would you like me to do now?
Shoes. Shoes to complete the outfit and I text her the following reply.
Go to 7964 Realto. I will meet you there.
Sub Kimberly
Yes Master
I finish up a few things in the office and head out again. Once on the side walk, I hail a cab to take me the short distance to the adult shoe and clothing store, one that caters to more of a fetish lifestyle. Her car is parked on the street in front of the store and I walk in.
“Oh Master she says as she runs up to me and takes her position at my feet. There are two sales ladies in the store and they give me a quizzical look before going back to their business. This store caters more to the fetish community and the sales ladies aren’t taken aback.
They have their shoes displayed along the wall and one catches my eye immediately.
“Come,” I say as I begin walking over to inspect the shoe. Sub Kimberly follows me.
“First, may I apologize for talking to your Sub without your permission. She didn’t tell us you were coming,” says the lady closest to the shoes. Her name tag says Sandy.
“Sandy, I accept your apology and I appreciate your honesty.” I look down at Sub Kimberly and say, “However, Sub Kimberly, you realize what that means.”
“Yes Master, you must punish me,” she replies and drops to all fours and lifts her skirt in back.
Any signs from her spankings earlier are gone but I replace them with a stinging smack on each cheek. Sub Kimberly does her best to not make a sound.
“Now, Sir, I noticed that you seemed to be interested in our shoes. Did one tickle your fancy?” Sandy asks.
“Why yes, one has.” Pointing to a black heel with a mixture of rhinestones and spikes along the sole and down the heel, I say, “Let’s try a pair of those in a size 7 and a half.” I don’t think my cock has been soft all day, and the thought of Sub Kimberly wearing these sexy shoes while I fuck her, makes me hard.
Sandy replies, “Excellent choice Sir. Those just came in today. What a lucky Subyou have. I’ll be right back with those.”
She heads into the back and I take a look around the items on the shelves in that area until Sandy comes back with the shoes. Taking the box lit off, she holds the box in front of her.
“Sub Kimberly, rise and try on the shoes,” I say to her.
She stands up and takes the shoes from the box and squatting down, places them on the floor. Then she takes off her shoes and slips her feet into the spiked heels.
“Seems like a perfect fit,” Sandy observes.
“Yes they do, but I need to see if they’ll work.” I turn to Sub Kimberly and say, “Bend over.” She does and I step behind her and grabbing her by the hips, I thrust myself against her. “Hmmm. I think these will work.”
“We have a fitting room you can use if you’d like,” Sandy offers.
Thinking about it for a second, I reply, “That sounds fantastic.”
“Well then, follow me please. Right this way.”
We turn and follow Sandy with Sub Kimberly walking behind me. Sandy pulls back the curtain and with a wave of her hand, shows us in. I walk in followed by Sub Kimberly. Sandy pulls the curtain closed behind us. What a difference in the two places.
“Bend over and brace yourself on the wall,” I instruct Sub Kimberly and she does. I lift the back of her skirt up and rest it on her back and then undo my pants. My hard cock is eager and wanting and I so lube the head with some spit and push inside her pussy before grabbing her hips and thrusting away.
There’s no way the sales ladies can’t hear the sound of my stomach and thighs as they slap Sub Kimberly’s ass each time I drive myself deep in her. Each stroke I run as deep as I can before pulling out leaving just my head in. Reaching up, I grab her shoulder and with my other hand reach under and play with her nipples. There is something so animalistic about this position and it makes me ready to cum quickly.
I move my hands back to her hips and with three powerful thrusts and some loud grunts, I finish. Sub Kimberly turns and sucks my cock clean before redressing me.
“Hand me the shoes,” I say and she takes them off of her feet and hands them to me. Looking at her, I add, “You have pleased me. You may go clean up.”
Heading up to the counter, Sandy meets me with the box. “How was the fit?”
“Perfect fit,” I say and we both know we’re not talking about the shoes.
I hand them to her and she places them back in the box and we walk to the register. Sub Kimberly had cleaned herself retrieved her old shoes and is kneeling at my feet.
While paying for the shoes, Sandy says, “You must really love your Subif you’re buying her these.”
I reply, “I do,” and look down at Sub Kimberly and said, “I want you to shower and prepare yourself for me tonight. Then be at my house, standing in my foray, and ready for inspection by 6.”
“Yes Master.”
And with that I walk out and head back to the office. I finish up some paper work, make a few phone calls and then head to the gym for a workout. Showered and dressed in clean clothes, I head to my house where I expect Sub Kimberly to be waiting for me.
As I pull up, her car is there. I get out and walk in. There, standing in the new pair of black and silver spiked heels and wearing the leather under bust corset stands Sub Kimberly, head down in submissive pose, hands by her sides. Her long brown hair is braided down the back and her large breasts stare me in the face. Her beautifully smooth skin looks radiant.
My cock hardens at the sight of her and I notice that she shaved her pussy as she knows that I like that. I walk around her admiring her body and checking her out. Stepping up behind her, I place my hands on her arms.
“Is Master pleased?”
I lean forward and softly kiss her bare neck and shoulders while my hands move around to the front and cup her breasts and begin pulling and pinching her nipples. Her body tightens.
“Yes, I am very pleased. I can see you cuming tonight.”
“Thank you Master.”
“Do you desire me?”
“Oh, very much so Master.”
“Let’s see,” I say as I reach down to her pussy and run my fingers over her clit. Feeling wetness, I slide two fingers into her, making little circular motions, and withdraw them. Bringing them to my mouth, I taste her juices and stick my fingers in her mouth. The warmth and wet feel good as she sucks on my fingers.
“Very well, let’s go,” I say and walk to the door. She puts on a long coat, buttons it, grabs her keys, and opens the door for me. She locks the door after us and hurries to open the rear passenger door of her car for me. I get in and she closes the door and runs around to the driver’s side and climbs in behind the wheel. Buckled up, she starts the car.
She waits for my directions and I say, “Take us to 1514 Western Ave.”
“Yes Master.”
She pulls away and we ride in silence as I check my emails and such on my phone until we arrive. Sub Kimberly gets out and opens my door for me and we walk in. The hostess greets us.
“Good evening, name on the reservation please,” she says.
“Williams,” I replay as she begins searching the reservation list.
“I’m sorry, I don’t see it here.”
“I believe we’ve been booked in the Master’s Suite.”
“Oh, OH,” she says. “Right this way sir.”
We follow her through the dining area and down a hallway and she unlocks a door. Opening it for us, we walk in to a small but stylish room beautifully decorated with wood paneling matching the table and chair. There is another door on the other side of the room. She pulls the chair out for me and Sub Kimberly hangs her jacket up and kneels down next to me.
Just then a waiter comes in through the second door. “Good evening Master Williams. My name is Juan and it will be my pleasure to serve you this evening. We have your order being plated as we speak.”
“Thank you.” Neither the hostess nor waiter bat an eye about Sub Kimberly’s attire or lack thereof.
“Very well then Master Williams, is there anything else I can get for you? Perhaps a beverage while you dine?”
“Yes, hmmm. Do you carry Chateuneuf-du-Pape?”
“Yes we do and an excellent choice. I’ll be back shortly.”
Juan leaves alone in the room which is relatively quiet however we can hear some noise from the kitchen and dining room. I pat my leg and Sub Kimberly lays her head on my thigh and I pet her head.
“I don’t know what I would do without you Sub Kimberly.”
“Thank you Master. I don’t know what I would do without you either.”
Moments later we are served and Juan says, “What a generous meal choice for your slave.”
“One of the many ways I show my love.”
We eat and it’s delicious to say the least. Savoring every bit, we leave having had one of the best meals ever. I’ve already made payment arrangements so after we finished our meal, we get up and take our leave.
We walk down the block to Petite Treasure’s Gentlemen’s club. They let us in and we coat check her coat at the front. I take a seat near a small stage and Sub Kimberly kneels next to me. We’re watching a beautiful blonde with a nice body and she spies Sub Kimberly. Making eye contact with me, the dancer asks if Sub Kimberly can join her on stage. I nod my head in approval and Sub Kimberly walks over and joins the girl on stage.
They begin dancing together. The dancer moves behind Sub Kimberly and begins rubbing her hands over her body, gently using her nails to run up and down Sub Kimberly’s inner thighs and rubbing her breasts and playing with her nipples. Watching the two dance made my cock extra hard and knowing that I would be fucking Sub Kimberly soon makes my cock twitch with excitement.
Deciding it’s time to go, I walk over to the stage and extend my hand and Sub Kimberly takes it and walks with me. The music is loud so I pull her close and whisper in her ear, “You have pleased me this evening and you shall cum tonight.”
“Thank you Master.”
We leave and she opens my door and I get in the back seat again and we head for my house. Once in the front door, I take her jacket from her. She stands there breasts out and her pussy and ass also available. I pull her to me and begin kissing her neck and shoulders and take each nipple into my mouth and bit and pull on it.
My new crop is sitting on the dining room table nearby. “Fetch my crop.”
She quickly, almost running grabs the crop and kneeling before me, hands it to me. I take it and re examine it, proud of my earlier choice.
“Crawl to the bed.” She turns and begins crawling on her hands and knees. While she crawls, I use the crop and take turns alternately smacking each ass cheek. By the time we get to the bed, her ass cheeks are red.
“Sit on the bed, feet on the floor and hands under your ass.”
She does as commanded and I begin using the crop to flick each nipple up and down. Her nipples harden and she bits her lip. Seeing her this way makes my cock hard again and I can hardly wait to fuck her. But first I have her lie back and I use the crop on her clit, tapping softly and using the edge to stimulate her.
I can see that this is really turning her on and so I stop as I’m not ready to allow her to cum.
“Undress me.”
She sits up and quickly has me undressed, my hard cock as hard as a rock and Sub Kimberly is looking at it and licking her lips.
“Do you want to suck my cock?’
“Oh yes Master, very much.”
“Beg me.”
Oh Master, please let me suck your mighty cock. I need it.”
“How badly do you need it?”
“I need it so bad. Nothing gives me more pleasure than pleasuring you Master.”
“You may have it,” I said and she immediately drops to her knees and takes my cock deeply in her mouth. The warmth and wetness while she sucks is always amazing. It gets me every time. Watching her go to work on my stiff rod captivates me as she strokes my shaft and works my head and shaft with her mouth. She is serious about her cock sucking and that turns me on even more. Taking the crop, I softly slap her nipples and more firmly slap her ass. I’m about to explode and need to cool down.
Pulling my cock out of her mouth, I ease her onto her back and lift her legs. I put her hands on her legs to hold them apart as I lean down and slowly lick her pussy lips and clit. She shudders and she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.
“Don’t cum. You’re not allowed to cum yet. If you do, I’ll have to punish you.”
“Yes Master,” she says almost crying from the pent up sexual frustration.
I lick her inner thighs, pussy lips, clit and even dive my tongue inside her toying with her and driving her to the edge over and over again. Her wetness is incredible and I love her scent and taste. I know that she won’t be able to hold out much longer and I decide that it’s time.
Scooting onto the bed, I lie on my back and say, “You may mount me and cum.”
Like a woman possessed, she jumps on me, taking me in deeply almost right away with a “Thank you Master.” Her hips are rocking and pumping away and seconds later she achieves her long awaited release and nearly collapses.
Allowing her to catch her breath before rolling her off of me, I stand up next to the bed. She scoots to the edge of the bed as she knows what to expect. I grab my cock and begin stroking myself and I cum, shooting a stream across her face and spilling the rest on her breasts. She leans down and sucks my head clean.
I stand and admire my work. “You may clean up now.”
“Yes Master.” She gets up and goes to the bathroom to clean up.
I climb into bed and say, “Since you have pleased me so, you may stay here tonight and sleep at the bottom of the mattress.”
“Oh Master, you far too kind. Thank you , thank you.”
After turning off the lights, she crawls onto the mattress down by my feet and we fall asleep.
In the morning I arise and use the restroom. Coming back to bed, I notice that Sub Kimberly has moved and is sleeping on the bed in the regular fashion with her head on a pillow.
“Sub Kimberly, have you forgot yourself? Why aren’t you down stairs making coffee and breakfast?”
Her eyes open, obviously tired. “Morning Honey. I’m tired so if you want coffee, you need to make it yourself,” she says.
“Is that anyway to talk to your master?”
“Babe, your role play day is over. We agreed we’d each get one fantasy day after Valentine’s Day. You had yours. I’m sleeping in, and you were a little rough on my ass last night,” she says with her eyes still closed.
“Yeah, I know, but I wish we could do this more than twice a year. I really think this is something we could really get into. You enjoy it and I enjoy it and you had an amazing orgasm last night.”
“I enjoy it and maybe we can do it a little more often, but not every day. And yes last night was a great orgasm but so were the other ones.”
“Other ones? You weren’t supposed to orgasm until I said so.” I’m stunned to learn that she wasn’t playing fairly.
“Yea, sorry but I couldn’t help it. I was turned on and had to take care of some business.”
“When?” This information hits me like a ton of bricks.
“I rubbed one out during the car wash and I came when you fucked me at the fetish store and again last night.”
Thinking of a way to use this to my advantage I say, “See you enjoyed this even more than I thought, proof that we should do it more often.”
“I already yes we could but I like to be in charge too which is why you need to go shopping for a French maid outfit and feather duster. Tomorrow you’ll be cleaning Madame Kimberly’s house and she has high standards and is very strict with her staff. Madame Kimberly also has a new riding crop and spiked heels that she’s going to use to discipline her staff.”
Not sure that I like what’s coming, but I think it could be fun and we’ll have to see how this goes. “I’m going to get some bagels.”
“Can you get me some of the cinnamon raisin ones?”
“Sure Honey.”
“Thanks, love you.”
“Love you too,” I say as I walk out of the bedroom letting her sleep in. Thinking to myself, “Where am I going to find a French maid outfit my size?”

Super Bowl Glory Hole

Hello again. I know it's been a while since my last post but I've been working hard and bunch of new writing projects including a new book which is a follow up to Vignettes - Tales of Passion.
Today I offer an erotic tale of a Super Bowl party. As always, you can find my on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/RJRedlynn and on Twitter @rjredlynn. Enjoy.

Super Bowl Glory Hole
It was Super Bowl Sunday and Mike and I were joining two other couples for a Super Bowl party. We’ve been friends with the other couples since college and they guys were in the same fraternity. Mike, Jeremy, and Lucas are still crazy about football and this is one tradition they’ve continued year after year. Usually the Super Bowls are super duds and aren’t worth watching and Whitney, Angel and I typically watch for a while and then end up sharing a few bottles of wine and chatting out by the pool. Living in Californian has its advantages.
The girls and I had talked about doing something different this year but we knew the guys would never go for anything but the usual hanging out together, but Whitney had an idea. I knew it was going to be crazy, wild, and maybe even a bit naughty. Everyone has a friend who gets them into trouble and Whitney is that friend. Well, to be honest, we’re all that type of friend, it’s just that Whitney came up with the idea first.
I came up with a grid while Angel and Whitney went to get the materials ready. Walking into the living room, the guys have laid out all of the snacks and have a cooler of drinks ready. “Hey guys randomly fill your names in the squares,” I said.
“Why? What are you three up to?” asked Mike.
“Who said it’s the three of us?” I reply. The guys all look at me with that “we know you all too well” look.
Caught, I smile and say, “Okay. We just thought it would be fun to have our own little football pool.”
“So it’s a we all throw in money sort of thing?” Lucas asks.
I quickly reply, “No, Whitney, Angel and I are going to take care of the prizes.
“Last time Whitney said that, she almost maxed out the credit card,” adds Jeremy.
“Promise it won’t cost a thing,” I say.
“Well then, sounds good to me,” replies Mike and the other two agree and they begin filling in the squares.
Lucas asks, “What are all these squares for?”
“Touchdowns and field goals,” I reply.
The guys’ eyes widen and Jeremy says, “You must be expecting a lot of scoring.”
With a sly smile, I say, “Yes, we expect a lot of scoring.” With that, I turn and join the girls who are up stairs in Whitney and Jeremy’s bedroom.
I walk in and Angel and Whitney are in various stages of dress as they are trying on clothes. We’re all about the same size. Well mostly as Whitney has some big tits. Angel and I aren’t bad off but Whitney is at least a double F. “I’ll bet the guys would like to see those pompoms shaking during the game,” I say.
With the kind of smile that says she has something naughtier planned than what I thought, she says “They just might.” She raises her arms and gives her breasts a shake.
Whitney has on a tube top and a short, loose fitting skirt while Angel has on a sun dress with spaghetti straps.
“We thought you’d look good in this dress,” Angel says as she hands me a dress similar to what she has on.
“Well, let’s see,” I say as I strip down. Whitney reaches over and jiggles my breast.
Angel slaps Whitney on the ass and as Whitney turns towards her, I pinch her nipple through her top.
“Hey, save the grab ass for the guys,” she says as she walks around me, smacking me on the ass just before I get the dress pulled up. Whitney closes the bedroom door and says in a hushed voice, “Angel and I were talking and we thought about taking the fun a little farther.”
“What did you have in mind?” I ask.
“Two words, Glory Hole,” she says triumphantly.
I slowly repeat the words out loud while I wrap my head around what she just said, “Glory Hole.”
Angel excitedly grabs my arm and says, “Yeah, you know. Like they have at the swinger’s parties, a Glory Hole. Where there’s a hole in a curtain or box or something and guys stick their cock in the hole and someone from the other side pleasures them.”
“Or you can put your tits in or get fingered,” adds Whitney.
“Well whose going to be on the other side?” I ask.
Whitney laughs and says, “Us silly. Who’d you think?”
“That’s a bit more than the flashing or lap dance we talked about,” I say.
“Come on. Let’s live a little,” Angel says sweetly.
Whitney makes a pouty face and puppy dogs eyes. “Come on Gina, let’s have some fun. We’ve all been friends for so long and done so much together, it’s like we’re all married to each other anyway.”
“Yeah, come on Gina,” Angel pleads.
“If you don’t, I’ll tell Mike you fucked the stripper at your bachelorette party,” Whitney says with an “I got ya” look on her face.
“You bitch,” I reply.
Whitney smiles and says, “I know.”
“Whitney, you fucked the stripper, not her.”
“Oh yeah. It was actually a threesome when Jeremy joined in. Well either way. You’re doing it Gina. We’ll all take turns. The games aren’t even that high scoring usually except for the occasional blowout,” comments Whitney.
“Blowout,” giggles Angel.
“Okay, so what are we going to use for the divider?” I ask.
“I’ve got an old privacy screen we can use. We’ll just set it up in the corner,” Whitney says.
Angel adds, “We’ll all draw cards to see what order we go in.”
“Part of the fun is supposed to be not knowing who’s in there. But won’t they know who it is when that person goes behind the curtain?” I ask.
“That’s why we all go behind the screen each time. We’ll know who won but they won’t know who’s pleasuring them,” says Angel.
“Come on Gina,” Whitney says with a big party attitude and smile. “Don’t make me blackmail you again.”
“You’re really bad at that,” I remind her.
Whitney smiles and says, “I know but I’m not above telling the guys about the time you grab that stripper’s cock and gave it a few strokes.”
“Hey, that was my bachelorette party right?” asks Angel
“Yes and we all grabbed it and stroked. And the guys were there, remember? They already know,” I add.
“Damn it,” exclaims Whitney.
I look at the two and say, “Oh what the hell, I’m in. I’m going to show you girls how it’s done.”
“Oh shit, now it’s on,” Angel says.
Whitney whips out her attitude and says, “You bitches are going to learn a thing or two from me.”
We get the privacy screen from Whitney’s closet and bring it into the living room and set it up.
“What are you guys doing with that old privacy screen in here?” asks Jeremy. “It’s even got holes in it.”
“You’ll see,” said Whitney as we all sat down by our man.
The game was about to begin and they starters where being announced. Seattle being the visiting team came out to a lot of cheers in the stadium, but none at our party. Our guys are all cheering for the Broncos’ and so by association, so are the ladies.
Finally, their introductions start. Whitney, Angel and I all stand up in front of the guys, but not blocking the TV of course. The guys give us a weird look but I think they appreciate the fact that we’re going to cheer for their team. And when they see what we have in store for them, they’ll appreciate it even more.
The announcer says, “And now, the starters for the Denver Broncos.” With that, we all pull our tops down and wave our hands like we have pompoms. Jaws drop and eyes pop on each guy. We have their attention now and I’m not even sure that they watched a second of the introductions.
Just before Peyton Manning is introduced, Whitney, who was standing between Angel and I, reaches down and lifts our dresses up exposing our naked pussies. That wasn’t part of our plan, but her timing is perfect as it coincides with the huge cheer from the TV. If felt like it was for us.
With the introductions over, we pulled our tops back up and sat down again. Mike puts his arm around me and gives me a big kiss. None of the guys said a word. Too in shock I guess.
“So what did you guys think?” I ask.
“Best start to Super Bowl ever,” says Lucas.
Mike adds, “Damn Baby, that was unexpected.”
“Well boys, you better hold on to your balls ‘cause we’re going to rock your world this afternoon,” Whitney tells them. Whistles and cheers from the guys.
Mike leans his head closer to my ear and whispers, “I didn’t know you weren’t going to not wear any underwear.”
“Is that a problem?” I ask.
“No, of course not. But I didn’t think you were going to be naked in front of everyone either.”
Stealing Whitney’s comment from earlier, I say, “We’ve all hung out together for so long, it’s almost like we’re all married anyway. And you saw their tits and Angels pussy. That didn’t bother you did it?”
He looks at me and mulls it over in his head for a moment and then says, “I guess you’re right.”
Seattle wins the coin toss and elects to receive. The guys aren’t happy about this but I’m sure we’ll make this the best Super Bowl ever, no matter who wins.
The teams line up for the kick off and the ladies all stand up and face their guy, drop their top and give the guys a few seconds of a lap dance before sitting down to see the play. Sitting on Mike’s lap, I lean back on him and wiggle my hips on his cock which I feel start to harden. He runs his hands over my breasts and I let him. Whitney grabbed Jeremy’s hands and put them on her breasts and held them there and Angel did the same with Luca.
Angel says, “Don’t forget to we’re supposed to switch.” The guys look dumbfounded but Whitney, Angel and I move to our left one spot. I sit on Mike’s lap and slide over to Jeremy. Angel sits next to Mike where I was and Whitney slides next to Lucas and grabs his arm and puts it on her shoulder. Jeremy puts him arm around me and Mike follows suit. It feels a little strange but exciting and naughty in a way.
Seattle ends up punting the ball and the ladies give our new guys a few seconds of motorboating. Straddling Jeremy’s lap, I pull my top down and lean forward on him, wiggling my bare breasts in his face. As my nipple grazes his lips, he gives it a quick suck which sends a tingle down my body and into my pussy. Sitting back on his lap, I feel his cock start to harden. I cover back up and again, the ladies slide one spot to the left.
The guys all put their arms around us right away. And we all sat watching and waiting for the next event. The guys still had no idea of what else we had planned, but they seemed to be enjoying the game so far. That is until Denver false started on their first play. The guys all moaned and then looked at us with hope in their eyes.
“Got something for us?” asked Lucas.
“Yep, we sure do,” replied Whitney. “Guys stand up, turn around and bend over.”
“They do as they’re told and Whitney says, “Whenever Denver has a penalty, you have to pay.” At that moment, we each slapped our new guy on the ass, hard. They all jump and voice their displeasure.
“Sorry boys. You win some, you lose some,” sings Angel. We all move to the left again and so we’re all back with our man.
“What was with filling in the squares earlier?”asks Mike.
“That’s for when someone scores,” I reply.
“You mean when The Broncos score?” asks Lucas.
Whitney corrects him, “No, when someone scores. So Lucas has first touchdown and Mike has first field goal. So that means no matter who scores the first touchdown, Lucas wins and no matter who kicks the first field goal Mike wins.”
“So if Seattle scores a touchdown first, I win something,” Lucas asks.
“You got it,” says Whitney. The guys moan a bit as the contemplate what this means. A few big eyes open as they realize that they can either hope that the Broncos score a lot or they may have to root for the other team to get their prize.
“Come on Broncos,” Jeremy yells and the guys all add a “yeah” in support.
The Broncos punted and after each team punted a few more times each, somehow the motorboating turned into nipple sucking, but no one seemed to mind. The Broncos finally score. They kick a field goal and everyone cheers but none louder than Mike.
“I win, I win. First field goal, I win,” Mike says jumping off the couch. “What do I win?
“Step up to the Super Bowl Glory Hole,” says Whitney with a smile.
Mike looks a bit confused but walks up to the hole while the three of us go behind the screen.
Angel shouts out, “Drop your pants and put your dick in the hole. Don’t you know how a glory hole works?”
“What?” The guys say almost at once.
Whitney lays it out for them saying, “Look you can either stick your cock in the hole or keep your ass on the couch, which is it boys?”
Mike’s answer comes in the sound of his pants unzipping and a split second later, his hard cock is thrust threw the hole, balls and all. Angel is first up and she grabs his balls and wraps her other hand around his thick shaft and gives him 15 to 20 good strokes before letting go. We walk out as Mike is buttoning his pants back up. It was surreal watching Mike getting played with by someone else.
"Someone was jacking me off,” he exclaims.
“Oh wow. Field goal, come on field goal,” Cheers Lucas.
“Fuck that. Touchdown, I want to be next,” says Jeremy.
Well another kick off meant another lap dance and the guys were all hands including Jeremy pulling down Whitney’s top to fondle her bare breasts, not that she minded nor did Angel and I mind the attention.
Seattle gets the ball and some plays later, scores a touchdown. Jeremy jumps up and cheers while the other two look at him in disbelief.
“What? I just won he says as he hurries over to the Super Bowl Glory Hole and quickly drops his pants and directs his hard cock through the hole and waits. The three of us had made our way behind the screen and Angel and I wait for Whitney to take care of business, but she’s hesitating.
Whispering, Angel and I say, “Come on, it’s your turn.”
“It’s my own husband, he’ll know it’s me. Gina you need to take this one,” Whitney pleads.
I see her point and with a deep breath, drop to one knee and place my hand around the base of his cock and balls. Leaning forward, I take him in my mouth and wrap my lips around the swollen head of his cock and a bit of the shaft. Sucking and working my tongue around his head, making my mouth as wet as I can, I start taking him deeper and deeper, really working his shaft as it fills my mouth and his moans of pleasure echo through the house. The girls quietly tap me on the shoulder to tell me that’s enough. I back away and we all walk back out as Jeremy pulls up his pants.
“Holy shit, someone was sucking my cock,” he says. Lucas and Mike look at us and we all just smile without saying a word.
“Well, I’m winning the next one either way,” says Lucas smiling after checking the paper and seeing that he’s next on both scoring lists.
I sit on Mike’s lap and lap dance the kick off. His hands are under my dress and all over my breasts cupping and squeezing them and pinching my nipples. It’s been pretty much open season on all of our breasts and between that and sucking on Jeremy and watching Angel play with Mike, I’m very wet. We slide over once more and now I’m next to Jeremy again.
Denver punts again and I straddle him and he gently grabs my breasts and guides it to his mouth and sucks and bites on my nipple. I squeeze my legs together but that makes the sensations that much stronger. Closing my eyes, I let a moan escape. I not the only one either.
I slide over next to Lucas. Whitney, Angel and I have had our top down and tits out so many times, we’ve stopped covering ourselves back up.
On the second play, Seattle throws an interception. Jeremy and Mike are happy but Lucas is frustrated, waiting for someone to score to finally get his chance at the Super Bowl Glory Hole. His attitude changes a little bit when I rub his cock through his pants just like the other girls are doing to Mike and Jeremy. He’s hard and feels big.
I get even wetter thinking about it and wished Whitney had taken her turn when she was supposed to. But I’m back with Mike as we all rotate once again.
“Miss me Honey?” I ask as I sit down next to him.
“Of course Baby,” he replies as he leans over and give me a big kiss which I return with tongue.
I reach down and feel his cock bulging in his pants and say, “I see you’ve enjoyed the game so far.”
“Yes, yes I have.”
A few plays later, Denver scores a touchdown to take the lead back. But more importantly for Lucas, he’s going to get some action.
He’s got his cock in the hole before the three of us can even get back behind the screen. He’s got a nice big thick cock and Whitney wastes no time in gobbling it up and giving it some attention. Watching her makes my pussy throb and I wish I could trade places with her. I can only imagine how the other two are feeling. Angel smiles at us with that “Yeah, that’s my man with the huge cock” look of pride.
We’re back to the couch lap dancing another kick off and now I’m next to Jeremy again. Seattle wastes no time and scores and touchdown in two plays. Mike wins again and he gets up and heads over to claim his prize. Whitney, Angel and I head behind the screen again.
It’s Angel’s turn again and she kneels down and gets right to work on Mike’s hard cock. She had only given him a hand job the first time she’s eagerly sucking him. Watching this is making my pussy ache and if I was wearing panties they would be soaked. After thirty seconds or so, she stops and stands up licking her lips. She whispers, “I didn’t want to stop.” And in truth, I would have been okay if she had kept going. I’m aching for a release of my own.
Sitting on Jeremy, we lap dance yet another kick off. I wiggle and grind my ass into him. He plays with my nipples and thrusts his hips up to meet mine. I almost move his hands down to my pussy. One touch and I’d orgasm. As I get up, I notice a wet spot on his pants and can feel my wetness running down my legs.
I slide next to Lucas and I my mind, I’m hoping Denver gets a field goal. And that’s exactly what happens.
Lucas yells out, “I win.”
I say, “You’re right. Let me take care of that for you.”
Reaching down, I undo his pants and free his cock. It’s hard and I start stoking it feverishly. I can feel my own juices flowing. I’m dying to be fucked and am just about to jump on him.
“I think I’m going to cum,” he says.
Quickly, I kneel in front of him and take his long thick cock into my waiting mouth. I suck on his head and stroke him while I stare into his eyes. He wasn’t lying, a few seconds later his body tenses up and he erupts and I manage to swallow every last drop. He lets out a huge breath and relaxes. Buy my pussy was burning with desire.
Lifting off my dress, I lie on the floor and look over at Jeremy. So far everyone has just been watching. I say, “Jeremy, get over here and fuck me.”
He quickly stands up and strips down. He’s hard and ready for action. He kneels between my legs and he slides right in. I’m so wet that he gets in deep and I gasp. Within three thrusts I orgasm and my body tingles with pleasure. Jeremy fucks me harder and harder making my orgasm last and I feel another one building.
Hearing a lot of sounds of ecstasy, I look over and Angel and Whitney are taking care of Mike. Angel is riding his cock and Whitney is sitting on his face. Lucas, hard again, gets up and joins them. He inserts himself in Whitney’s ass and she lets out an “Oh yes.”
Jeremy’s eyes close and I can tell he’s about to cum. A few hard and fast pumps later, he explodes and I urge him to keep going. I can feel my orgasm building. Looking over and watching the other group, it’s so hot and erotic that it sends me over the edge and orgasm rather violently.
Drained, Jeremy and I collapse and try to catch our breath. The others finish soon after. It’s already half time, but the show I just got was better than any Super Bowl halftime show ever. There was a lot more scoring to come before the end of the game.

New Year's Eve

This is my last blog of 2013 and I want to thank everyone who took the time to read them and support me. This erotic New Year's Eve story is one I adapted (read that as stole,( although is it stealing if it was mine to start with?) from my second book Vignettes - Tales of Passion.) I hope you enjoy and have a happy New Year and a great 2014.

New Year's Eve
It was New Year’s Eve. As I got ready for my blind date, I couldn’t help but be a little nervous. Since my divorce, I’ve only been out with a couple of guys and it didn’t last much past dinner and none of them made it to a good night kiss.
I didn’t really want to go, especially on a blind date, but my daughter insisted and so I agreed just to get her off my back. I thought we would have a small family party with my daughter and her boyfriend. We could watch the TV specials and order pizza and snacks. Basically spend a quiet night in. But they had other ideas. The way she described him, he sounded wonderful. Just like the other dates I had been on thanks to set ups from my friends and coworkers, where I sat wondering who they were describing to me. The guys looked nothing like the descriptions.
Makeup and hair done, I was dressed and ready to go as I slipped into my heels. I stopped in front of my mirror to take a look at myself. My white button up blouse and black knee length skirt looked good. Simple but elegant. My pearl necklace was the perfect accessory. Even if my dates were a bust, I wanted to still look good.
My phone rang and it was my daughter Riley letting me know that she and her boyfriend Carter were here to pick me up. I had only agreed to dinner and then they would drop me back at home. Dinner, maybe dessert if I could stand my blind date James that long, and then home to curl up on my couch and read my book, that’s all I expected from this evening.
“Hi guys.”
“Mom, you look great. James is going to love you.”
“Yeah, very elegant.”
“Thanks. So, Carter, tell me more about how you know this James guy.”
“He’s a lawyer at the firm I’m interning at. Riley says that he’s just a little older than you. And everyone at work really likes him.”
Older? How much older? I immediately have this vision of this short, bald guy with thick glasses who eats dinner at four o’Clock to take advantage of the senior citizen specials before falling asleep in his chair.
“When you say older…”
“Mom, don’t be so judgmental.”
“I know, but it’s just been so long and the few guys I have gone out with were…well, not my type.”
“Mrs. Stewart, he’s not an old fart. You’ll like him.”
“I just wish you’d tell me more about him or even what he looks like. You two have been so secretive. And stop calling me Mrs. Stewart.”
“Sorry Mom,” he says with a grin.
He pulls out of the drive and we head off down the road. We ride in silence except for the radio, and after a minute I realize that I’ve been so worried about James that I don’t even know where we’re going.
“Where did you say we’re meeting him for dinner?”
“I don’t think we did Mom. But we’re going to the Italian place you like downtown.”
Angelo’s. Well, at least we’ll have a delicious dinner I think to myself.
“Did you guys pick the place?”
“No, he actually suggested it. See you two have something in common already.”
He can’t be all that bad if his choice of restaurant is this good. I smile to myself, cautiously optimistic. The rest of short ride is quiet.
We pull up in front of the restaurant and park on the street. Getting out, I feel the butterflies in my stomach flutter a bit. Carter grabs Riley’s hand and walk to the door. I follow Riley in as Carter holds the door open for us.
Angelo’s is a quiet, low key restaurant with soft music and candlelight for romantic ambiance. There are a handful of people, mostly couples sitting at tables throughout. A man with short, dark hair wearing a jacket stands up. He’s tall with broad shoulders. It’s too dark to see him clearly.
“James,” Carter says as he waves and leads us over to the table.
As we get closer, I can see that he’s wearing a light grey, long sleeve dress shirt without a tie. The top button is undone. The black dress pants match his black shoes and sports coat. Somewhat casual but elegant. He’s tall and very fit. He steps into the light as we get closer and his chiseled features and piercing dark eyes. And did I mention he’s handsome? Very handsome.
With a deep and sultry voice, he says” Carter, nice to see you. Riley, looking beautiful as always.” He turns to me and extends his hand and says, “Hi, I’m James. I really hope you’re Vivian. I heard so much about you, but their description didn’t do you justice.”
I take his hand and blushing like a school girl with a crush, I turn look down as I say, “Yes, I’m Vivian.”
“Well Vivian, it’s most certainly a pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Likewise? What the hell did I just say? I must sound like an idiot.
That voice and those eyes are more than enough to make me giddy but then you throw in handsome and charming too. How can a woman resist. It’s not fair. Any woman who meets him must feel like their panties are sliding down automatically. The tables have turned. Usually I’m wondering if I want a second date with the guy, but tonight I’m hoping he wants a second date with me.
With his free hand, he pulls out my chair and guides me into it. I sit down and can’t help but smile at Carter and Riley who have taken seats on the other side of the table. James sits down next to me. I can feel my body tingle with excitement.
“I was hoping the three of you wouldn’t mind indulging my selfishness a little bit. There are so many great items on the menu, like the Chicken Saltimbocca, the Chicken Francese, and don’t make me choose between the toasted pound cake and the Tiramisu for dessert. I can’t pick just one. Would it be too much to ask that we order family style so we can sample a variety?”
Carter, Riley, and my eyes are growing bigger as he speaks. Riley says, “Those are our favorites as well.”
“We always argue about which dessert to get,” chips in Carter.
“Well, then. It sounds like it’s settled, family style it is. Looks like everyone will get what they want tonight.”
He glances over at me. I’m not even sure what he meant by that but I blush and look down. Riley giggles.
James touches my hand and I look at him and he says, “I was going to enjoy a glass of Italian Oaked Chardonnay, would you care to join me?”
“That sounds delightful, thank you. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to freshen up a bit.” I get up and James stands up and pulls out my chair for me.
I look at him and say, “Thank you.” Turning to Riley, I add, “Riley, why don’t you come with me.”
She gets up and we walk to the restroom together. As we walk away, I can hear Carter say how it’s one of the world’s mysteries why women have to go to the bathroom together.
Once in the restroom, Riley grabs me by the arm and turns me so were face to face. Her eyes are big and she has a smile a mile wide. I’m trying to hold be an equally big smile.
“Oh my God Mom, he’s hot.”
Trying to play coy, “Yes, he’s much more attractive than the others I went out with.”
“You can’t let him get away.”
“I’m not going to rush into anything too fast. Makes you wonder why he’s still single. Maybe he’s just a playboy.”
“He might be wondering why you’re still single.”
“I just haven’t met the right guy.”
“Maybe he hasn’t met the right woman, at least until tonight. And you like him. I can see it on your face. And you keep licking your lips and touching your hair.”
“I am?” I said surprised.
I had to admit I did like him, a lot. Well, so far. And so far, there was a lot to like. We finish touching up our makeup and secret girl chat and headed back out to the dining room.
As we got back to our table, the guys looked like they had a good conversation while we were away. They stand up and pull our chairs out for us as well all sit back down at the table. My glass of wine is waiting for me.
“You two were gone a while. I thought you ladies might have snuck out the back door and left us.”
Riley elbows Carter in the shoulder and gives him a dirty look.
“They are worth the wait and the anticipation made their return that much more appreciated,” James says as he puts his hand on mine. A gesture not unnoticed by Riley and Carter. I feel my face go flush and his warm touch on my skin excites me.
Just then the wait staff brings our meal. Dinner goes smoothly as the conversation continues and James and I continue to occasionally “nonchalantly” touch each other and the hand or arm. I even got so comfortable with him that I touched him on the leg a few times. He must have been comfortable with me because he didn’t even flinch nor do a double take.
Dessert comes, and true to his word, James has some of both. Actually we all do. They’re delicious. Dinner is over and I’m thinking this might be a great point to end the date and head home on a high note.
“Riley and I are going to stop at the store to pick up a few more things for tonight Vivian. You and James can go on ahead of us?”
“Oh no, maybe I’ll just take a cab home.”
“Non-sense, I’ll drive you,” James offers immediately.
“Oh, I couldn’t impose on you like that.”
“Not a problem at all we’re going to the same place right? I’d be happy to.”
“Well, there you go Mom. All settled. Thanks James.”
I smile and say, “Okay then.”
Inside I get a little nervous. James has been the perfect gentleman and the date has gone so well, I’d hate to ruin it. And now’s there’s the awkward “entertaining him while the kids are gone. Do I sit next to him on the couch, or apart? And now there’s that whole Midnight kiss thing. Do I kiss him, hug him, shake his hand? I realize I’m rambling in my head and need to just relax. Maybe he doesn’t even like me romantically?
He escorts me outside and his car is in front of the restaurant. Opening the door to his car for me, I get in. He walks around and gets in. As we pull away from the curb, I’m a bit nervous. I trust him, but it’s weird having romantic feelings towards another man after meeting him so soon and what seems so long since my divorce. I haven’t kissed, been romantically touched by a man, or touched a man in over a year.
He has some soft classical music on which helps eliminate a lot of possible awkward silence. Fortunately, I don’t live far away so giving him directions takes up a lot of our conversation. We make some small talk about the great dinner. James looks so comfortable driving with me next to him. I tell myself that I just need to relax and let whatever is going to happen, happen.
He pulls into my drive way and gets out. That’s a first for me. The good news is there won’t be any of the awkward moments in the car like I was worried about. Opening the door for me, he offers me his hand. I take it and slide out of the car. He continues to hold my hand as he closes the car door.
We walk to my front door and James holds open the screen door while I fumble for me keys. I even have trouble putting the key in the lock. I’m not usually this nervous around people. James is having an effect on my and I feel a bit like a school girl.
After I manage to open the door, we enter and I offer him a seat. He sits down on the sofa and leans back. “Let me get the snacks out, it’s our tradition,” and I walk into the kitchen. Looking at the clock, it’s after eleven and the kids should be back soon, the ball will drop soon and our date will be over. I just wasn’t prepared to like someone this much and I’m just nervous and a little thrown.
“Would you like a drink?” I ask, yelling from the kitchen.
“Sure, what do you have?”
Good question, I’m not sure and now I almost wish I hadn’t asked. “I don’t know. Why don’t you come see what we have and help yourself?” Then the thought hits me that I just invited him into the kitchen with me and before I can say anything, he’s standing there.
I point him to the cabinets where he should be able to find drinks and mixers and I busy myself with the snacks. At one point I turn around as he’s turning around and we end up face to face. My knees get weak and my pulse starts to race. He has a smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes. If the kids don’t get her soon, I don’t know what’s going to happen because right now I don’t trust myself. I think if I had looked him in the eyes, I would have melted.
“I wonder where the kids are,” I say and I turn away and reach for my phone to call them. No answer. I look at the clock and see that it’s 11:45. Suddenly I realize what the kids have done.
Walking back onto the kitchen, James looks at me and asks’ “Did you get a hold of Riley and Carter?”
“No I didn’t.”
“Well then, if it’s just you and I for now, why don’t we have a glass of wine?”
“Yes, that sounds like a great idea.” I could use something to calm me down. Alone with this sexy and suave man, I don’t want this date to end awkwardly.
He pours us each a glass of wine and hands one to me. I take it and take a long sip.
“Can you see the fire work show from your deck?”
“Yeah, but we usually watch them from inside.”
“Well, why don’t we go out and watch them?”
“Alright,” I say as we take our glasses with us as I lead him to the back of the house. A little fresh cool air might help me settle down.
We step out through the door to the deck and walk out to the railing. I put my hands on the railing. He steps behind me and wraps his big arms around me. It feels wonderful and I lean back into him.
Not long after that, I feel him lean forward and then his lips on my neck. It sends shivers down my spine and I let out a breathy moan. He keeps kissing my neck and it’s really turning me on. Somehow this man already knows where my spots are. I love this but I think this might be too soon.
I turn to tell him how I like him and want to see him again but that I’m need to take it slow because of my past relationship. I turn to tell him that I’d like to wait a bit before we get too physical and intimate. I turn to tell him that I can’t tonight. I turn around towards him and his lips are on mine before I can get a word out. One of his hands is on the back of my neck and he slides the other around my waist and pulls me in tight. For a moment I try and break the kiss, but his soft lips and firm pressure cast a spell on me. I decide to stop fighting myself and wrap my arms around him and return his kiss. Hearing fireworks go off, I’m not sure if there’s for New Year’s or in my head.
His lips separate and I feel the tip of his tongue touch my lips. I open my mouth and accept his tongue’s advances. Using my tongue to caress his, he explores my mouth. Energy runs through my body and seems to culminate between my legs. I feel myself getting very wet. My panties are soaked.
I feel his hand move from my waist to middle of my back. From the middle of my back to my lower back. From my lower back to my ass. I arch my back and press into him. It’s then that I realize he’s undone the zipper on my skirt. Before I can stop him, he’s move his hand down inside my skirt and around my leg to my stomach. I try and push on his arm but James holds me tight. Letting out a whimper of that’s stifled by our kiss. James pays no attention to my protest. Torn between allowing myself pleasure and protecting my heart, I hesitate.
His hips move slightly and my skirt drops. I spread my legs to try and hold it up. James takes advantage of my situation and his hand slides down inside my panties and finds my wetness, his fingers rubbing my clit and lips.
“Mmmmmm, ahhhh, ooohhh,” I moan loudly as I throw my head back before burying it in his chest.
I hear him give a soft moan of pleasure as he kisses my cheek and neck. It feels so incredibly good. Not having been touched in this way for so long, I orgasm quickly with another chorus of “mmmm’s, aaahhhs’s, and oooh’s” as my body trembles.
He walks us back a few steps and I end up leaning against the railing. Spinning me so that I face away from him, I grab onto the railing. He continues kissing my neck. He moves behind me and his hand slides up my leg and into my panties. I can feel his hard cock pressing into me. The palm of his hand begins rubbing my pussy once again. I lean forward a bit and I feel his thumb spread my ass cheeks. The feeling of his fingers working themselves between my wet pussy lips makes me instinctively tilt my ass up.
I want to stop him. Oh, I want him to continue, but I’m thinking that we should take this party inside. All I can manage are the breathy moans of “Oh James,”…… “I”…..”Ohhh”…… “Yes.” None of that leads us to the bedroom. James seems intent on having his way with me outside. And right now, I’m more than happy to let him.
He slides two fingers inside my pussy and I gasp. Pushing them in deeper and deeper, I get wet all over again and as it feels amazing. He works them in and out, going deeper each time. His thumb rubs against my ass, teasing me. I grab onto the rail for support as my legs are getting shaky.
He expertly unbuttons a few of the top buttons on my blouse. Reaching threw my open blouse, he pulls my bra up over my breasts. He cups my right one and immediately begins to pinch and roll my nipple between his thumb and fingers. That makes my body tingle and I feel another orgasm building.
“I want to be deep inside you.”
I smile but can only manage to nod my yes and let a, “Mmmm hmm.”
His hand moves from my breasts to my arm and he holds me in place as he fingers withdraw from me. Feeling him grab the bottom strip of fabric on my panties, and with a quick yank, he rips them. I let out a small grunt before he spins me around. He hand runs up to my hair and he pulls me to his lips again.
With his other hand, he undoes his belt and pants. They fall to his ankles and I reach down and pull his boxers down. He grabs my leg and lifts it up. Dipping down a little, he rises up and slowly enters me. I bit me lip and whimper, gasp, and moan. I haven’t had a man in me in a long time, and he’s bigger than my ex.
My wet pussy stretches nicely to accommodate him and he quickly begins thrusting himself up and into me. I close my eyes and hang on and enjoy the ride. Leaning back, James takes one of my nipples in his mouth and gently bites it. Moaning, I orgasm. He thrusts faster and harder and soon after, he cums, shooting his load deep into me. It brings a big smile to me face as I had forgotten how great that feels.
He hands are holding my ass and supporting me as I lean into him, worn out. I lay my head on his shoulder and enjoy still feeling him in me. Finally, he goes soft and I stand up on my own two feet. He bends down and pulls his pants up. A moment later, he looks as good as he did when he started the date.
James bends down and picks up my skirt and shoe that came off at some point while he was fucking me. He grabs my hand and leads me to the back door. I’m standing there in one shoe, naked below my waist with my ripped panties, my bra pushed up over my breasts and shirt unbuttoned and barely covering me, as well as my hair a mess and cum dripping down my leg. I’m a woman who has been well fucked.
“Tomorrow night, I’m going to bring dinner over and then have my way with you,” he says as he walks up to me and kisses me on my forehead.
Smiling, I watch him as he turns and walks out to his car from the back yard. I missed watching the ball drop on TV but James dropped his and there were certainly fireworks.
Then a thought hits me. I begin to wonder what he has planned for me tomorrow as I thought he just had his way with me. Walking into my house, I realize the fireworks from the New Year’s Eve have stopped but I have plenty of fireworks going off in my head as we just fucked in the new year. I also realize that if he plans to fuck me better tomorrow than he did tonight, I need some sleep.

an Erotic Christmas

I hope you enjoy my erotic Christmas Tale, and have a happy holiday.

It was Christmas Eve and I wanted to surprise Logan a Christmas surprise he wouldn’t soon forget. But before I could say anything, he turns to me and says, “Honey, I want to give you a gift early.”
“I was excited but I wanted to give mine first and mine was something that really couldn’t wait. It was early afternoon and my surprise for him would be arriving soon.
“I want to give you one first,” I said. He started to argue, but I curled up next to him on the couch and whispered in his ear, in my sexiest voice, “Go shower up and be waiting for me on the couch, naked.”He looked at me with a curious expression on his face. But once he saw the twinkle in my eye, he was up and running to the shower.
Hearing the shower shut off, I gave him a couple of minutes to dry off and get on the couch while I pretended to be busy in the kitchen. I walked into the living room and there he was, lying on the couch with one leg up on the couch giving me a great view of his cock. He looked so nonchalant like he lies around naked all the time.
“Baby, sit in the middle,” I told him and he scooted over to the center cushion. I straddle him and pulled off my shirt and he undid my bra. We kissed and he fondled my breasts. My nipples were hard and I really didn’t want to stop him, but his surprise would be here soon. I grabbed one of his hands and reached down into the couch and pulled out a rope and started to tie his wrist. He resisted but in my sexiest voice, I told him I’d make it worth it. He relented and let me tie him up. The ropes were tied to couch legs and he sat on the couch with his arms resting on the back rest. I got up.
“Hey, where are you going?” he protested.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” I said reassuringly and walked out. I went into the bedroom and changed into a sexy new outfit I bought for the occasion. Black leather knee high boots. Just me naked in knee high boots and a red ribbon around my neck. Logan usually tears the lingerie off of me so I kept it simple and sexy. I did put my big, thick, fluffy, and completely unsexy robe on. The door bell rings and Logan yells for me to answer it and I smile knowing that he’s tied up.
I walk out and as I pass him, I say, “Your present is right on time.” I walk to the door and look through the peep hole just to make sure. And right on time, there they were. Opening the door, I let the two women in and I put my finger to my lips have them be quiet. Leading them to the front room, I they quickly undress and wrap a ribbon around them and add a bow or two. They follow me and stop just behind Logan as I walk around in front of him.
Merry Christmas Baby I say and I take off my robe and toss it to the side. He smiles and says, “I like it. It was worth the wait.” His hard cock said he liked it as well.
“That’s not all I got you,” I said as I waved the women over. They walked out from behind the couch and stood next to me. Logan’s eyes widened. “Let me help you unwrap your gift,” I said as I pulled the ribbons and bows off of the girls. So now the three of us were completely naked in front of him and Logan was speechless.
Both girls were cute and thick, not little stick figures. They each had an ass you slap all day long and nice full breasts. I had approached one of them at the local gentlemen’s club a few weeks ago when I first came up with this idea. Looking to my left, I said, “This is Candy.” Candy was about 5’8, long brown hair, and green eyes, at least D cups breasts and tan. And looking to my right, I said, “This is Mona.” Mona was about 5’6, medium length red hair, and had milky white skin. Her DD breasts were a sight. Both ladies were completely shaved.
“Well hello ladies,” said Logan finding his voice.
“You weren’t expecting this were you?” I asked him as I sat down next to him on his right.
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Well Logan,” begins Candy, “your wife said you’ve been a good boy so we’re your present for the next hour.”
Logan leans over and gives me a kiss and with my left hand, I grab his hard shaft and begin slowly stroking him.
“There is one rule,” I say. “No touching.”
“You mean they won’t touch each other?” Logan replies.
“Oh no, we get to touch each other,” Mona says as she runs her hands over Candy’s body and cups her breasts. Candy does the same to Mona. “You don’t get to touch us.”
“But I get to touch you all I want,” I say as I stroke him and play with his balls with my right hand.
“So, if I want you two to kiss, you will?” asks Logan. They turn and kiss. But not just a little peck on the cheek or even the lips, they kiss open mouth and tongue, their hands roaming each other’s bodies. Logan’s cock had gone soft with the shock of visitors, but gotten hard, dare I say even harder than before.
Logan and I are both surprised. This was the plan, but based on the kiss, I think we may be getting a better show than I planned. He continues to start out small. “Suck on Mona’s tits.”
We watch a Candy smiles and cups Mona’s milky white breast. It’s easily more than a handful and Candy lowers her mouth to Mona’s nipple. Candy swirls her tongue around the nipple first and then sucks it into her mouth and really sucks on it hard. Mona closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she obviously enjoyed it. Candy wasn’t holding back and was really sucking and biting Mona’s nipple. The sounds Mona was making were turning me on as well and she wasn’t worried about being quiet. Candy would take her pull her lips back and we could she Mona’s pink nipple stretched between Candy’s teeth. Candy began switching back and forth between Mona’s large breasts.
My own nipples were hard and I raised myself up and put my left nipple in Logan’s mouth. He took it with the same gusto as Candy did Mona’s. Logan sucked and bit my nipple and I could feel my pussy getting wet. Part of me wanted to untie him and let him use his hands but I wanted us to watch the show and part of me liked the control.
“Alright ladies, Candy on your back and grab your ankles. Mona, I want you to eat her out,” commanded Logan. I didn’t think the two would go this far but I was hoping they would. We’ve never seen anyone have sex in person before and that’s why I arranged this. I figured there would be some touching and light play, but I hadn’t expected this. And to my surprise, the girls did as Logan commanded and without hesitation. I settled back to sitting next to Logan, stroking his thick shaft.
Candy was on her back, legs in the air and grabbing her ankles which spread her legs wide open, her pussy glistening from her own wetness. Mona dropped to her knees and began licking Candy. Mona began with Candy’s clit, swirling her tongue and sucking it in her mouth, almost the way Candy did to her nipples. It was awesome to watch. These two weren’t faking it; they were really into each other.
I looked at Logan and he looked at me. We were both enjoying the show. Then his gaze turned towards his hard cock and back to me. Knowing what he had in mind, I scooted around on the couch a bit and lowered my head to his waiting cock. He was swollen and hard. Sliding his big head past my lips and into my mouth, I took him in as deep as I could and held him there. I used on hand to stroke his shaft while I bobbed up and down his head. Working him as well as I could, I noticed the girls watching us as we watched them. It was a turn on.
Logan says, “Mona, bury your face in her pussy and play with Candy’s nipples.” Mona immediately dove into Candy’s pussy and her hands shot straight to Candy’s nipples. Candy was MMMMMing and Oooohing and beginning to breath heavy. “Use two or three fingers in her while you suck her clit.”
Mona moved her mouth up to Candy’s clit and sucked hard on it while working three fingers in Candy’s pussy. Candy moaned with pleasure and exclaimed, “Oh shit, oh fuck.” Mona fingered her faster and harder and soon Candy was coming. Watching this had my pussy tingling and wanted some cock. I wanted Logan in me so badly but I didn’t want to miss a second of the show.
“Mona, on all fours facing us. Candy I want you to finger fuck her doggy style,” Logan commanded. Mona crawls over in front of us and waits on her hands and knees.
Candy says, “We brought a strap on I can use on her if you like.”
Logan thinks for a second, “That sounds great, but use the biggest dildo you have.”
“Oh, of course,” replies Candy. She gets up and walks behind the couch, digs through her bag and reappears as she is strapping the harness on herself. A big, thick, black dildo is hanging down from the center of the harness.
“I don’t usually use ones that big,” says Mona.
Slapping Mona on the ass, Candy says, “Well tonight you do. Oh, sorry I should have asked, Logan is it okay to slap her on the ass?”
“Yes, and slap the other cheek to keep things even. Feel free to slap her ass as much as you like.” Candy laughs and Mona’s eyes get big as she senses what’s to come.
I’ve been sucking Logan’s cock this whole time and need him in me so, so badly. So I sit up and walk in front of him, bend over and reach back, grabbing his cock and slid myself down on it. The wetness in my pussy allowed me to slide down to his balls. He was in deep and it felt great. Leaning back on him, I made sure he could see the action over my shoulder.
“Mona, head down and ass up,” Logan said. She did and Candy walked behind her and readied her lubed up dildo. With one hand on the head and one hand on Mona’s hip, Candy entered Mona. Mona’s eye grew big and she let out a moan. Candy thrust her hips slowly at first, working the dildo in and out. With Mona taking it nicely, Candy grabbed Mona’s hips with both hands and started pumping away faster and harder.
“Oh God I wish you had your hands free,” I said frustrated.
“Mona, play with her tits while Candy fucks you.”
Mona smiled and the two girls crawled forward until Mona was right between our legs. She put her hands on my thighs. My body shook as I’ve never really be touched by a woman in this way. Mona looked so comfortable, my inhibitions melted away and I just closed my eyes and leaned back to enjoy the moment. Mona slid her hands up my side and up under my breasts, cupping them and taking each of my nipples between her thumb and forefingers. She gently pinched, rolled, and pulled on my nipples. Oh what ecstasy. I opened my eyes and looked down at Mona. Mona’s big tits were swinging and bouncing around as Candy continued to work.
That site sent me over the edge and I came loudly. It took me a bit to catch my breath. The scene was so surreal and hot. I don’t know exactly what made me say this but I looked at Mona and said, “I want to see you cum.” I couldn’t believe I had said that, but it was true.
“It would help if you suck on my nipples.”
“Alright.” At this point, I would have agreed to anything to make it happen. She climbed up on the couch and put her right nipple in my mouth and the left in Logan’s. This wasn’t my original plan, but I didn’t care. Candy got back behind Mona and entered her again. With Candy pounding away, Mona began living up to her name and moaning loudly. Soon after, Mona came.
“We want to see you swallow his load,” Candy said to me. I knew Logan would be okay with that. Dropping to my knees, I took him in my mouth and started stroking him as hard and as fast as I could. Logan erupted in my mouth. It was a huge load and it was spilling onto my chin. Using my tongue and finger, I got every drop.
The three of us just sat on the floor leaning against each other and Logan’s legs when the doorbell rang.
Looking surprised, I look at Logan and ask, “Are we expecting anyone?”
He thought for a moment and his eyes widened, “Your gift has arrived. I forgot all about it. But you’ll have to get it.” I stood up and quickly put my old robe back on and covered myself as well as I could. Looking through the peek hole, I see two police men in horrible uniforms. You can’t imagine the thoughts running through my mind and what the newspaper headlines would read.
I open the door, “Can you help you officers?”
“Yes Maam, we’re investigating a complaint.”
“A complaint?” In my head I say Mona and I came too loudly and the neighbors are complaining or think something happened. “What complaint?
“A complaint that says you haven’t seen us strip.” And then it hits me. Well needless to say, the party continued on for a while and it was a very merry Christmas.

Write - My advice to writers

This is a short blog piece I did for Storm chaser's blog. The theme was advice for writers as the title suggests. For those looking for my usual erotic story, sorry to disappoint, but don't fret, one is coming soon. You can always go back and read all my previous posts.

Write. Just write. But write from the heart. It’s my advice for writers. Let the passion for your idea come out and captivate people. I hear about writers talking about how many words or pages they wrote and goals they set for themselves to write. Instead, I say write the best story you can and don’t worry about how long or short it is (unless you’re getting paid by the word, then the more the better, lol)
It’s a writer’s job to communicate the story or idea through words. Create a picture for our readers. So take the time to describe the scene, situation, feelings of the characters using adjectives, adverbs and other parts of our English language that help bring the story to life and help our readers get lost in our books. The best example I can think of is J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series. I read every book of the series and as the movies came out, it all looked just like what I thought it would. Why? Because of how she described it all. And yes I realize the movie people used computers and built sets, however, those set creators knew what it should look like because of her descriptions.
Write. Let the story be what it is. Don’t reach. When you start reaching or pushing for pages or word counts, the integrity of the story suffers. Write about great characters who are interesting and your story, book, or what every you’re writing will be good. Movies with great acting performances don’t need special effects to hold the audience’s attention. Another example is Adele’s live performances. She doesn’t do anything but stand on stage, but she captivates you with her singing.
Write, Just write. But write from the heart.