Lexia Thornton Erotica

Hairless Wonder

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 28 Feb 2014 00:11:00 +0000

It had never crossed her mind before; the whole “hair or bare” subject. After all, pubic hair was not a big deal to Cassie. Well, not until recently that is! The conversation cropped up one evening at the gym, after a well earned post-workout sauna. one of close friends Rachel was complaining about how painful it had been getting a bikini wax the day before.

“I don’t know why you put yourself through all that!” Cassie had laughed, no way would she pay to be tortured by a wax-happy beautician!

“It’s actually worth it in the end, my fella loves it anyway!” They’d all cackled with laughter at Rachel’s retort.

Then Cassie remarked “So is it just a Brazilian you have then Rach?”

“Oh no, I go the whole hog! Bare all over me!”

Cassie couldn’t imagine being completely hairless down there, it seemed alien to her. Still, each to their own. She kept herself neatly trimmed and that would do just fine, thank you very much. She couldn’t envisage her privates resembling a plucked turkey, that’s for sure. Later that evening, whilst eating dinner, Cassie mentioned the whole “Pubic Hair Debacle” to her her husband Jack, laughing as she described what Rachel had had to endure. To her surprise, Jack casually said he was rather in favour of the smooth look, remarking that he thought it looked feminine. Judging by the way he shifted in his chair Cassie could tell he found the topic of conversation arousing.

A few weeks later, Cassie was cleaning upstairs, furiously dusting and spring-cleaning. It was as she was sorting out the airing cupboard in the bathroom that she stumbled on a stash of carefully concealed porn magazines. Tucked away right at the back, under a pile of towels, they would have remained undiscovered had she not been ruthlessly tidying in there. Feeling a little shocked and slightly irked at Jack for feeling he had to hide the mags from her, she proceeded to pull the pile of glossy magazines out. Sitting on the edge of the bath, she stared down at them in her lap, not entirely sure where to look first. Curiosity soon got the better of her. She was far from against pornography; in the past she had often enjoyed watching a blue movie with Jack, which always resulted in some hot love-making. Gazing at the covers in front of her, she looked at the array of semi to fully naked young models, all striking various poses. Venturing onwards, she began to leaf through the pages slowly, soon engrossed with the sexy photographs before reading some of the stories sent in by the readers. It wasn’t long before Cassie felt hot and flustered, not to mention rather wet. She contemplated putting the magazines back where she had found them…

Then she had a much better idea. Moving into the bedroom, she lay down on the bed, picking up one of the mags as she settled back. She licked her lips at the sight of so many smooth juicy pussies and firm sets of breasts between the pages, her hand wandering down the front of her trousers and under her panties. Cassie was amazed at how moist she had become as sticky juices leaked from her, lubricating her clit nicely for her to stroke at. Within minutes Cassie felt herself begin to twitch and she knew she was going to cum… And cum she did, leaving her panting and perspiring, yet very satisfied. She hadn’t played with herself for such a long time, she could barely remember the last time. Sex wasn’t as high up on the list of priorities as it used to be, although that said, she still really enjoyed having fun with Jack. On the other hand, it made her aware of how she had let things slide in the bedroom department of late. Things were comfortable between Cassie and Jack and very affectionate, yet she could see it was starting to lack excitement too. After taking a shower, Cassie slid the magazines back in their hiding place, feeling undeniably naughty and perhaps a little guilty at her behaviour. However, it didn’t stop her from sneaking them back out again whenever she got the chance, rediscovering her desires in a big way. After much studying of the dozens of naked, spread-eagled girls, she couldn’t help but notice that the majority of them were shaved and totally bare. Far from being repulsed, Cassie found herself getting aroused as she imagined how smooth they must feel, how pronounced their plump lips were and how their clits were free from a covering of hair. “Much easier to get at… Tastier too I bet…” She murmured to herself one afternoon as her fingers busied themselves dipping in and out of her soaked opening. She wondered if Jack got off on these photos of bare pussy too.

Cassie got to thinking about trying it out for herself. However, she couldn’t face the thought of baring all and being waxed within an inch of her life, not to mention the discomfort either. Instead she decided she would take a chance and shave instead, buying an expensive razor especially for the occasion. Despite feeling rather nervous she cast away her doubts.

“What the hell, it can always grow back!”

Settling for a compromise, she left a narrow landing strip intact, taking great care with the razor as she neatly shaped the remaining hair, making sure she got rid of any strays from her labia. Admiring her handiwork in the full length bathroom mirror, she was pleased with the way her pussy looked; her pink fleshy folds now bare and enhanced further still by the sheen of arousal that made her skin glisten.

“Wonder what Jack will make of this…” Cassie smiled broadly as she looked forward to surprising him later that evening.

Unfortunately, Jack returned home from work with a thumping headache and was visibly worn out after a stressful day. Hiding her disappointment, she consoled herself with a little self indulgence when he’d fallen asleep. Creeping downstairs with a magazine under her arm, she felt deliciously mischievous. Jack may have been too tired, but surely that didn’t mean she couldn’t still play around? Besides, she always slept much more soundly when satisfied from a nice strong orgasm.

The following week, Cassie bit the bullet and took the rest off, tentatively running the razor’s blade over her mound, carefully shaving her labia and between her thighs until she was once more satisfied with the results. She smothered a generous amount of cocoa butter all over her freshly shaved skin to sooth it. She couldn’t help but gawp at her reflection in the bedroom mirror. It looked so different down there and at first she had a fleeting moment of panic; hoping that she hadn’t gone too far. The proof that she’d made the right choice came later that night when she and Jack were cuddled up together on the sofa. They’d shared a really nice Chinese takeaway and were on their second bottle of Merlot; the mood both relaxed and tactile. Cassie boldly took the initiative, something that, if she was honest, didn’t happen that often. She felt empowered by Jack’s pleasantly surprised expression. He was overjoyed at being on the receiving end of her advances and they lay kissing for a long time, both enjoying the intimacy. She smiled as Jack stroked her breasts, his hand snaking it’s way up under her t-shirt. He could still make her hot as hell! She sat up and responded by peeling off her top so that her tits were on full display for him. Her husband growled in appreciation, blissfully happy at the unexpected turn of events. She looked such a fox, the new found confidence increasing her sex-appeal tenfold. His cock was already hard and eager to get in on the action. Cassie stood up and held out her hand for him to take.

“Let’s go upstairs baby…” She purred, already stripped down to her carefully chosen lace underwear that concealed the biggest surprise of the evening. Not needing to be asked twice, Jack followed her eagerly upstairs, sneaking looks up at the rounded curves of her arse and her slim waist as she went before him, totally unabashed.

“God, she’s still so damn sexy…” He thought to himself happily.

Cassie undressed Jack slowly, taking her time to discard his clothes between deep lingering kisses before asking him to lie back on their bed in a soft husky voice.

“I want to pleasure you with these…” She traced a finger over her full lips, flicking her tongue over it seductively which caused him to sigh with desire. It pleased her immensely to see his thick hard erection bobbing and twitching as it vied for her attention and she lavished him with such treats, wishing that she had used her initiative sooner.

“I’ve missed you doing that so much sweetheart…” Jack groaned as she sank her head down into his lap enveloping him with her mouth, at the same time realising just how much she’d missed it too.

Jack asked for a breather after a while, not wanting to spoil anything between them by cumming too soon. Cassie’s moment had arrived at last.

“I have a little present for you Jack…” She smiled sexily, delighted at the way his face lit up with pleasure.

“Another? My God Cass! What’s got into you?...” He grinned back at his wife, punch-drunk on the desire he felt for her.

“You’re not complaining are you baby?...” She teased him playfully, standing before him, hands resting on her hips.

Shaking his head vigorously, he replied “ Far from it angel! I’m loving every moment!....”

So, breathing deeply, Cassie took the plunge. First she slowly turned her back to him, swaying her hips back and forth as she shimmied out of her panties, sliding them down over her thighs to reveal her firm buttocks that just begged to be fondled. Jack sat back, gazing in amazement as he watched the lace fall lower, over her calves and down onto the floor. Cassie stepped out of them nonchalantly, turning to gaze longingly back at him over her shoulder. She caressed her curves enticingly, deliberately taking her time; acutely aware of his presence just feet away.

“Let me see you…” He growled, utterly absorbed in the very sight of her. He was desperate to touch her, feel her body against his own. Cassie felt giddy with lust for Jack and the sexual power she held in that moment, basking in his unwavering stare. As if in slow motion she turned back to face him, unveiling her freshly shaved sweet sex in all it’s glory. His mouth fell open as he drank in the white hot transformation before him. Sure, Cassie was always impeccably groomed, but seeing her pussy completely bare was something else altogether. He was aroused by the thought of a bald pussy, privately turned on by the plentiful shaven-haven that adorned the pages of his secret porno mags…. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected his beautiful lady to surprise him with the very same!

“No! Scratch that, Cassie’s smooth juicy sex far surpassed any two dimensional model between those pages…” Jack thought to himself, feeling very much like he had won the lottery.

“What do you think?...” She asked him shyly, hoping to God that he approved.

“Wow Cass!... When?...I mean….” He stammered, lust getting the better of him, his eyes glued to the curved hollow between her thighs. “Come here darling, I need you next to me…” Jack coaxed her gently, “ I want to see every bit of you… Up close…”

Cassie willingly did as he asked, feeling a little bit self conscious under his intense gaze. Sensing her apprehension, Jack smiled reassuringly and told her genuinely “ It’s perfect… You’re perfect...So gorgeous Cassie… Mmmm, I gotta take a closer look!...”

Jack’s tongue ran over his lips invitingly, sending darts of hot desire to course through Cassie’s body, particularly her sex and she trembled with anticipation. Moving between her legs, Jack lay down on his stomach so that he was able to rest his cheek against the silky fragrant skin of her inner thigh. He admired her neat handiwork, marvelling at how smooth and bare she was until he could no longer resist her soft flesh. Jack nuzzled his face into her, his nose nudging her labia apart slightly bringing on another furious wave of tremors. He took her breath away however when he began to lick and tenderly suck upon her sensitive plump folds, rewarding her clit with wet caresses as he went. Cassie almost believed she had fireworks exploding in her head, such was the pleasure he gave her. It felt beyond good and her moans came thick and fast as he started to stroke and tease her pussy opening with his fingertips.

“Slow down...Please…” She sighed softly, already feeling an orgasm bubbling away inside her core. But Jack merely increased his efforts, smiling up at her, his dark eyes dancing.

“I’m going to make you cum Cass, cum until you soak my face…”

His deep voice, so full of intent, made Cassie’s heart and pussy somersault violently, the intensity of their love and lust making for an addictive combination. The air around the couple seemed to crackle with wanton electricity. Oh how she loved it when he talked dirty to her! Jack soon got his wish as she began to writhe around on the bed in raptures, completely at the mercy of his tongue. His eyes shone; so elated at being able to pleasure his lover the way he once did. He told her how good she tasted, just how amazing she looked and felt. Cassie glowed with sheer delight, taking the lead once more. Straddling him, she oh so slowly eased her new bald pussy down onto his rigid shaft, her pink lips wrapping themselves perfectly around his girth. Jack could only watch her, moaning deeply with longing.

Filled with confidence and driven by an overpowering sexual attraction to her husband, Cassie finally succumbed to wild abandon, rocking back and forth, her hips gyrating over and over again and her head thrown back in ecstasy. They slowly began to make love, each thrust deliberate and deep; two bodies moulded together and moving in perfect motion, each moment more intense than it’s predecessor. Desire took them both over, forcing Cassie and Jack to breaking point. They joined in unison, their shared climax surging through them in a crescendo of sensation, both smiling with joy, their eyes locked upon one another. It had been such a long time for them both since they’d shared such sweet intimacy; the only thing that mattered right then was each other…

As they lay entwined a while later,Cassie securely curled up in his arms, Jack asked her what had prompted her to go completely bare. She smiled secretively and giggled.

“Now that would be telling!... It’s my little secret but maybe one day I’ll share it with you…”

“Guess I can live with that Cass, whatever your secret is, it’s already done wonders for our love life!.. You’ve blown me away baby…”

He held her tightly in his arms, as they lay together replete.

“I’m so glad you like it too, because I don’t think I want to go back to how it used to be… I love feeling so smooth and naked down there now…”

There was a pause as they both relaxed, both feeling the fuzzy afterglow. Jack broke the quiet by clearing his throat.

“Umm Cass… This may sound a bit presumptuous but I wonder if perhaps…” He trailed off thoughtfully.

Propping herself up on her elbow she looked at him.

“Don’t be shy, you can ask me, tell me what’s on your mind?...” Her voice was like a soft caress to Jack’s senses and he felt himself stir again.

“I’d love it if next time, you’d let me have the pleasure of shaving that sweet little pussy of yours for you?...”

He gazed back at her from beneath long dark eyelashes, hoping that he hadn’t crossed the line.

He need not have worried for Cassie rewarded him with a broad smile, her mind whirring as she imagined just how sexy that would be.

“I’d love you to do that for me gorgeous…” She breathed before tilting her head to kiss him.

Jack’s arousal soared once again and he returned her kiss passionately, unable to get enough of her or their new found intimacy.

“Are you nudging me darling?...” Cassie murmured between kisses, her eyebrows raised in surprise to which Jack nodded.

“Mmmm I’m hard for you all over again… So come here and let me see if I can blow your mind the way you did to me earlier!...”. With that he pulled her to him, the need to feel Cassie’s skin against his growing stronger by the second.

And so, Cassie became a firm convert to the ways of the Shaven Haven and to all the untold pleasures that came too. She also kept her promise to Jack, letting him shave her pussy bare before blessing her with the hottest sex yet…. But that is another story for another day…...

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A Storm is Breaking in My Heart

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 16 Feb 2014 14:42:00 +0000

I slammed the door behind me with such force that the noise reverberated around the hotel room. Trying to steady myself I leant back against the door, closing my eyes, willing my erratic heart beat to slow. I didn't take long for my tears to leak from beneath my closed eyelids. Tears of anguish and hurt as I recalled your cold, harsh words. We'd planned to have a lazy day, taking a late lunch at one of the restaurants that lined the beach by our hotel. The holiday had been spur of the moment, a late booking meaning an escape for us to relax and get some well needed private time alone together. It had started off as a heated conversation that rapidly escalated into angry words between us. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or perhaps the intense heat of the day but we were both irritable, both sniping at one another in hushed tones. Startled by your cold eyes and even icier words that cut right through me, I had reacted harshly, defensively, desperately trying to hurt my inner hurt. We had spent our days here enveloped in affection, encapsulated in our bubble of love, lust and passion, incapable of untangling ourselves from each other for more than a few moments. So this sudden shift in atmosphere and emotions was unexpected to me and had left me reeling. Our food arrived and I struggled to chew each mouthful, barely able to swallow over the lump that seemed a permanent fixture in my throat. Tension prickled between us and we ate in awkward silence, hardly looking at one another. I tried to hold your hand as we left the restaurant but you snatched your hand away, I saw red, all my restraint evaporated. You just laughed cruelly in my face as I fought angry tears, cutting words spilling from my lips trying to hurt you back, the way you hurt me.

Biting my lip I stifled a sob as I stood alone in our hotel room. I'd never intended for us to argue, to fight so bitterly. You had stared at me, your parting words cutting me the deepest, "It's over." before turning your back and walking away. I'd hesitated for a long moment, watching you walk away from me, a mixture of hurt, fear, hatred and love exploding from my chest, as if my heart ad splintered into a million fragments. Numb from the shock at how easily you could turn your back on me I staggered back to the hotel, seeking solace and privacy. Only then did I slide down the wooden door to the floor, allowing the hot, wet tears of anguish to flow freely down my cheeks. As I sat there on the floor I gazed through watery eyes around the hotel room, it was exactly as we had left it only an hour before. The bed unmade, sheets tangled and messy from our love-making that morning. The balcony doors still open, white muslin voile billowing in the breeze. I watched as my memories played in front of me like cinema film as two figures, you and I, embraced passionately on the balcony, their hands a blur as they explored and pleasured.
"It's over." kept replaying in my mind, your voice and it's sharp tones prickling and scratching as they rattled around in my head. I shuddered each time, totally overwhelmed at the situation. We were no more, you'd made certain I was aware of that, you no longer wanted me...

The room seemed to darken and getting to my feet once more I walked over to the balcony. Looking out across the beach and the sea I watched as thick black storm clouds gathered. I marveled at how quickly the weather had changed from the blistering white heat to an imminent storm brewing above. Like our love I thought to myself, shaking my head at the irony. Suddenly I felt the weight of humidity upon me, cloying, my skin slick with perspiration. I could almost touch the electric charge in the air as the storm clouds barged one another. Down below I noticed the strip of pure white sand had emptied, the sunbathers headed for the cover of the hotel bar. The sea had taken on a violet hue, the breeze had picked up blowing with it the first few drops of rain against my skin as I stood there motionless. Despite the sticky heat I shivered as the breeze caressed my bare arms and I felt my nipples harden. I swept my long hair up and away from my neck, tendrils of it sticking to my damp skin. Although consumed with deep sadness I became aware of another emotion. The air around me was thick, pressurised with the oncoming storm. I'd always felt highly aroused by thunder and lightening, finding the excitement of a storm deeply erotic. Right on cue a low rumble of thunder echoed in the distance, triggering my arousal, pushing it up a notch. Oh how I ached inside for you, your touch and a new flood of tears streamed down my face as I thought of how I was no longer yours, be intimate with you or ever again hear your voice whispering words of love in my ear. By now my fingers had embarked on their own mission as if my inner physical needs were driving them on, ignoring the heartbreaking emotions I was experiencing. Another roll of thunder sounded as my fingertips grazed my hard nipples, making me gasp softly at how good it felt. The pressure in the air around me seemed higher still and the first flash of lightening lit up the heavy sky. It was as if it's electricity coursed through me, heightening all my senses, urging my fingertips on their quest. As the breeze stroked my bare skin, I began to touch myself not caring who may have been able to see me as I stood there on the balcony. Torn between my grief and my desire to plunge my fingers deep inside me, I let my tears roll freely from my eyes. Again thunder rumbled followed by another harsh flash of lightening illuminating the sky with it's deep purple backdrop.

I moaned softly as my fingers slid under my panties, searching out the dark moistness of my pussy, the hardness of my erect clit. Closing my eyes, I began the film reel of images of us together. I imagined you there beside me, leaning in to kiss me deeply, the way only you know how. In my mind I could taste your mouth on mine, feel your lips pressing against my own, your tongue searching out mine. I shivered with desire at this thought. A sob escaped me as I remembered with a jolt that I would never feel such utter pleasure with you again. Behind my closed lids I imagined you kissing and biting my neck, pushing me back against the wall as you had done only the night before. I stroked my clit as I recalled how you had sunk to your knees before me, smiling so beautifully up at me before parting my thighs to lavish attention on my pussy.
Great heavy raindrops began to fall, soaking straight through my clothes, my hair, washing my tears from my face, only to be replaced by yet more. I could have screamed out for you at that moment such was the ache of my need and the despair at losing you. Resting my head back against the wall, I searched the sky with bloodshot eyes, pleading for an answer from the Gods. The sky was an angry turbulent soup of bruised storm clouds, purples, blacks and darkest grey muddled together. The lightening bolts were more frequent, the rain began pelting down saturating everything it touched. Between my thighs was a different wetness, hot and sticky oozing over my fingers as I thrust them inside me over and over again, all the while visions of you bombarding my senses. For each delicious memory; a stab of hurt and regret. My legs began to shake as I felt my climax build steadily from within. I could no longer hold back and my fingers quickened their pace with no resistance, sliding with ease through my juice sodden lips. I moaned loudly as my cunt started to pulse and throb. I had to steady myself in case I crumpled in a heap, legs weak and jelly-like from the undiluted pleasure and undeniable pain that seared through both my body and soul. I cried out your name there in the rain and lightening flashes, the noise of the storm almost drowning out my pleas. Reality and my surroundings began to swirl around me, almost as if the wind was tearing me away, tossing me this way and that, ripping my body away, casting me up into the atmosphere. Again your name erupted from my lips, carried up into the air as my whole body shook with tears and my impending orgasm that was about to hit.
"Yes?..." came your voice in my ear followed by your hot lips pressed against the nape of my neck. I felt strong hands propel me round, almost lifting me off the floor and I gasped in disbelief as I was snatched from the clutches of the storm and my vivid memories to be met by wonderful, familiar, warm, sexy brown eyes that held mine steadily.
"I'm so sorry baby..." you said as you swept me up in your arms and carried me inside away from the pouring rain and the violent storm.

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noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 06 Feb 2014 22:09:00 +0000

The mid-summer heat seemed relentless outdoors, but inside the Pit Stop Cafe it was nothing short of oppressive. The last of the lunchtime rush had dwindled away, leaving dirty glasses and greasy plates in their wake. Anna, who waitress-ed at the Pit Stop for her sins, surveyed the chaos of messy tables around her. Frowning and plucking a stray tendril of hair that had escaped her ponytail, she swept the damp strands from her cheek and complained to herself for the hundredth time about the severe lack of air-conditioning. Picking up a discarded menu she fanned herself with it, grateful of the little breeze it afforded her. A bead of sweat slid lazily down her spine and Anna closed her eyes, seizing some brief respite from the heat. However, the dirty tables wouldn't clear themselves and she set about cleaning up. The place was deserted and she sighed at the prospect of another dull afternoon on the ‘Graveyard Shift’. She bustled around as she attempted to keep herself distracted from the imminent boredom, quickly becoming absorbed in her toil.

It was some time later that Anna slowed her pace, taking her time as she wiped the Formica clad table tops whilst gazing outside at the beautiful summer afternoon. The Pit Stop was one of many other buildings that comprised the industrial-come-business park on which she worked. The cafe overlooked a large corrugated metal structure that housed a car bodyshop and repairs garage where folks took their cars for new tyres, exhausts or a spray paint job. Anna noticed business seemed slow across there too, instead of the usual steady stream of customers and their vehicles the forecourt, workshop and mechanic’s pit looked deserted.

“OK for some...” She muttered, wishing she too was out soaking up the sunshine like everyone else seemed to be doing. Even the crowd of young apprentices who normally hung around the doors smoking were nowhere to be seen that afternoon. Swirling her cloth over her last tabletop, she glanced back over at the garage and spotted a solitary man just inside the huge sliding entrance doors. She recognized him as one of the more senior grease monkeys that worked there, a guy she had more than noticed on a few occasions. He was what Anna described as serious eye-candy, even in his grubby overalls...

As luck would have it, the man walked out into the sunshine. He was rubbing his hands on a dirty rag, his overalls undone to his waist, the arms tied in a knot there. Anna was pleased to see he was also sporting a white vest that showed off his muscular biceps and broad shoulders to a treat. It seemed her afternoon wasn't going to be so dull after all. Gazing shamelessly at the sexy young guy, she used her vantage point to it’s full potential, watching him take his break outdoors. The way in which he picked up an old metal office chair then sat down on it caused Anna’s pulse to quicken. He sat on the chair back to front, his legs straddling either side of the seat, before he rested his arms across the back of it in a casual manner. Another droplet of perspiration snaked down Anna’s back but this time she couldn't have cared less.

Truth be known, she had always had a thing for men who were good with their hands and the sight of the man pushed all the right buttons. The mere thought of his taut muscular body, clad only in oily overalls certainly had her engine revving. Had it not been for a mountainous pile of dirty dishes demanding her urgent attention, Anna could have happily sat there, watching him, for the rest of her shift.

When the last load of plates was loaded into the industrial sized dishwasher, Anna finally returned from the kitchen, that felt more like the fiery pits of hell, and helped herself to a well earned cold drink. The cafe was quiet and so she decided to go and sit out front to get some air. By this point the sexy mechanic man was hard at work under the bonnet of a car that he had driven out onto the garage forecourt, his head was out of sight but Anna got a perfect view of his long back that tapered beautifully down to meet his neat arse and long legs. The sun was high in the cloudless blue sky and was searingly hot and she pressed the iced glass to her damp forehead. There was a distant clatter of metal on concrete and she saw that he had dropped one of his tools. She watched on as he uncoiled himself from beneath the bonnet, wiping his brow with his arm as he did so before stretching. What the man did next made Anna’s mouth fall open in delighted surprise as he slowly peeled off his now grease-stained vest, revealing his naked ripped torso. The vest was flung to one side and the hot mechanic man readjusted the arms of his overalls, re-tying them so that they hung deliciously low slung on his hips. From across the car-park Anna gulped, breathless at the sight of this sexy vision in dirty overalls. From that afternoon she was hooked, finding any excuse to secretly watch and wait for him to come outside to work.

Anna was not disappointed, for the long heatwave seemed never ending, meaning that Gorgeous Grease Monkey chose to fix cars in the sun rather than in the garage. Her shifts at the Pit Stop seemed to fly by and she was always eager for her break to come so that she could assume her seat out front and gaze longingly across at the oil coated Adonis. She grew hotter for him with each afternoon that passed, drinking in the sight of him as he rolled in and out from underneath whatever vehicle he was working on, as he wiped the sweat from his perfect glistening abs with his vest or flexing well-defined muscles as he carried heavy duty tools out to the yard. Then later, when she returned home, Anna would indulge further still, bringing the images she had stored in her mind of him working that day alive in her private fantasies. Alone in her flat, lying on her bed or whilst in the shower, she simply closed her eyes and he would appear, her hands became his calloused hands as she caressed and toyed with her nipples, her fingers were his when they slid down over her stomach, her hips then between her thighs. It was he who made her arch her back in pleasure when those fingers parted her pink swollen folds to dip inside the honey stickiness that pooled there....

At night, Anna’s dreams were invaded by images of the dark haired object of her desire, his hard tanned body always so painfully close to hers but always out of her reach. She yearned to realise the sensation of him moulded against her and she longed with a white hot passion to have him drive deep inside her. She woke each morning feeling restless and irritable, both at the realisation that she had only been dreaming again, that the shuddering climax she’d experienced in the night was by her own hand, not his and most frustratingly of all that she did not have the bottle to even approach the guy who had her all churned up inside.

Two weeks later, the long spell of hot weather broke and gave way to thunderstorms and torrential rain. Anna was in her car driving over to the Pit Stop for her shift, windscreen wipers going full pelt against the deluge. Suddenly there was a loud bang that made Anna jump out of her skin and then the car began juddering along the road.

“Oh fucking great!” She cursed, her heart sinking as she pulled over to the kurb, knowing full well she had a blown tyre. Braving the rain she clambered out of the car to check what the damage was. Sure enough, one of her front tyres was not only flat but was shredded into rubbery flaps that lay forlornly on the tarmac. Already half soaked she got back in the car and slammed her fists against the steering wheel, closing her eyes in consternation.

“Why me? Why today?” Anna grimaced. Wasn't that just perfect, torrential rain and a burst tyre, would the day get any worse?...

She decided her only option was to continue her journey to work and try to drive the car to safety at least. There was no way she was going to walk the rest of the way and be not only late for work but drenched to the skin too. By the time the car had limped the rest of the way to the Pit Stop she was in a foul mood. Anna was grateful when her boss told her to go get her tyre sorted and while she was at it to sort out her mood. Standing at the cafe’s front doors she looked across at the garage and guessed she didn't have many other options. Carefully she drove the car across to the garage, trepidation taking over her annoyance. Wasn't this the perfect reason for going there? However, after all those torrid fantasies Anna had engaged in with Mr Sex on Legs, she felt anxious about actually coming face to face with the man himself. No matter, she had to do this. So, getting out of her car she gingerly made her way to the big sliding garage doors. The rain must have caused a lull in trade as the workshop was deserted as far as she could ascertain.

“Hello?” Anna called out hesitantly and then again when there came no reply. She walked with some uncertainty deeper into the garage, past the pit and towards the office. It too was empty so she carried on further until she reached rows of tyres, stacked in towers up to the roof.

“Excuse me? Hello?” She called again, about ready to call it a day and retreat from her very masculine surroundings.

“Hello.” A deep voice spoke from behind her and Anna balked in surprise. She hadn't heard anybody approaching. Spinning round she came face to face with a olive skinned face with two dark eyes, accompanied by a roguish smile...

“Oh! Erm.. God you startled me!...” Anna stammered, feeling her cheeks begin to burn as the penny dropped - it was none other than the hot guy she had shamelessly obsessed over for days! There was a long pause before the man replied, the rain seemed almost deafening as it drummed against the metal roof above them.

“Can I help you with something?” He finally said, but not before his eyes had danced all over her approvingly. Normally Anna would have bristled at this blatant eyeballing but all logical thought had escaped her. She just looked back at him, barely aware that her breathing was fast and shallow not to mention that her thin work dress was practically see-through from her earlier soaking.

“Yeah...ummmm, well....” She managed to croak, unable to drag her eyes away from his intense gaze. He raised an eyebrow in amusement, stepping close enough towards Anna so that she could smell him; a heady scent of oil and soap and sweat. She licked her lips subconsciously, his close proximity made her head swim and her groin burn with lust.

“What do you need... Miss?...”

“Anna.... Well.... My tyre blew out and....”

“I see. Well, we have plenty of tyres here....”

He gestured behind him with an outstretched hand and Anna stared at it, the memory of the pleasure that same hand had given her in her dreams returning to her mind like a bolt out of the blue.. Her breath caught in her throat and she looked down, only then noticing how wet her work dress was and how visible her bra-less breasts were underneath. The man followed Anna’s gaze and he smiled wolfishly.

“I can definitely sort you out Anna...”

Her head snapped back up and she caught him openly appraising her once more, there was no mistaking the raw want in his expression.

“Come with me... I’ll show you what you need...”

He grabbed Anna’s hand and pulled her forcefully along behind him towards the seemingly endless towers of tyres ahead. He led her down one of the long and dimly lit rows towards the back of the garage.

“So Anna... “ He murmured softly as he spun her round and pressed her back against the wall of rubber. Anna could hardly breath as the sexy mechanic man stepped right up to her. The rain pelted the metal roof louder still yet she wondered briefly if he could hear her heart hammering away in her chest. She breathed in his musky oily scent and moaned quietly. He hadn't even touched her yet Anna felt like her knees were about to buckle and she was certain that her intimate arousal was just seconds away from bursting it’s damn and streaming down her quivering thighs.

“See anything you want?.... “ He growled in her ear, sending electric shocks out over her skin.

“Mmmm... Yes...” Came her hoarse reply. Was this really happening or would she wake up in frustrated arousal yet again?

“Really? Now, would that be tyres or something else perhaps?...”

She met his gaze once more, his eyes appeared black and they twinkled at her in the gloom. Anna looked at him curiously, wondering what he meant by something else...

“I think a thorough service is required here...” He chuckled, the sound making Anna’s insides turn to liquid instantly. His hands tugged at her hips and he began warming to his theme.

“Yes... I need to take a good look under the bonnet too... “ With this his hands flew up to her head, fingers twisting her hair, bringing her face to his. When his lips brushed against hers, Anna responded fiercely, this was no dream, this was real alright. Her tongue danced and slid over his, their mouths locked in a battle as they kissed frantically. His fingers let go of her hair and seemed to travel all over body with lightening speed and precision, unzipping her dress, pushing it over her shoulders and down to the floor in seconds. He muttered his appreciation as his eyes then his hands began their examination of her round firm breasts, teasing and plucking her nipples with a delicious force. Anna was beside herself with wanton lust and she pushed her chest out for him, begging him with her eyes.

“Yeah... I see the problem...” He grinned up at her as he lowered his head to take first one nipple then the other between his teeth, nipping then licking at them causing Anna to shake with pleasure. Her hand shot out towards the knotted arms of his overalls, pulling his white vest free.

“Yes.... That needs to go...” She said in a voice that she barely recognised as her own.

He simply nodded, pulling the offending item of clothing up over his head and threw it down next to her already discarded work dress. Anna’s fingers flew to his chest, dancing over the hard ripped muscles, moaning as she did so, so aware that she had dreamt and fantasized about doing just that so many times. Meanwhile the guy eased her back against the wall of tyres and pressed himself against her hungrily. With only her flimsy thong remaining, Anna could feel his unmistakable hardness beneath his oily overalls and without another thought her fingers sought out the knot that held them up. Freeing his engorged member she greedily grasped at it, sliding her hand along it’s substantial length, her fingers barely encircling his thickened rod. It was then his turn to shudder and groan and Anna seized upon this display of desire from him, reaching to stroke and gentle tug at his tightening balls. The tip of his cock leaked profusely with every stroke of her hand and she used his pre-cum to lubricate his stiff shaft.

He pulled away sharply then but before Anna could argue she watched on breathlessly as he sank to his knees before her. He parted her legs with ease, she could not have resisted even if she had wanted to, which at that moment, she most certainly did not. Tearing her thong from her, he slipped his agile tongue between her wet lips and began an assault so skillful upon her throbbing clitoris, licking, sucking and nibbling on it until she had to shove her fist in her mouth to stop herself from wailing. She tugged at his hair, wanting both to rub her pussy in his face but at the same time to push him away from her, for what he was doing to her with his mouth was almost too much to take. When he slid his fingers up inside her it was Anna’s undoing. Her head swam, white lights blinded her eyes and a pleasure so fierce took hold of her. She was prisoner to his ministrations that were as relentless as the driving rain and thunder outside, he did not stop until he had pushed her to the most excruciating and mind blowing orgasm she had ever known.....

Her body limp and damp from his expert attention, Anna was putty in the man’s hands. He lifted her up so that she was able to wrap her legs around his now naked hips, her sex completely at the mercy of what he was about to do next.

“Mmmm.... Anna, I need to service that tight pussy of yours.... “ The object of her desire whispered to her, his tongue pressed against her neck, snaking its way up to her ear before biting her lobe. As his swollen cock tip prodded against her opening her up to him, he groaned in her ear, telling her just how good he was going to work on her. Anna simply cried out softly.

“Fuck me.... Fuck me now!...”

With one vicious upward thrust he speared Anna onto his achingly hard member. She felt herself go weak with desire, clinging onto his solid frame as he began to fuck her soundly up against the towering piles of tyres. Her pussy wrapped itself snugly around his entirety, welcoming him in as deep as he could go, over and over again. Their bodies became slick with sweat from the thundery atmosphere and their sexual exertion, Anna’s breasts slid across his chest, her nipples now so wonderfully erect that each time their skin connected she felt ripples of another climax approaching. In turn her sex held onto his throbbing cock tighter still and he began to moan, feeling his own cum forging its way to freedom.

As Anna began to spasm for the second time, she bit down on his shoulder to stifle her cries. Her writhing body spurred the man’s own climactic response and they both began free-falling, jerking and shaking with every clench of pussy and jerk of cock....

Moments later, the sexy mechanic set Anna back down again, making sure her legs didn't fold beneath her. Once she had shimmied herself back into her work dress she turned and grinned at the man.

“So then, what were you saying about a tyre for my car?”

He laughed at this as he re-tied his overalls round his waist once more. To Anna’s delight he left his vest off, allowing her to take another long lustful look at that Adonis body.

“Of course, leave your car with me and I’ll get it up on the ramp. It’ll be ready for when you finish your shift, OK?”

She frowned, wondering how he knew what time she finished work at the Pit Stop... He winked and grinned knowingly back at her.

“I’ll be back later then! Oh, how much will I owe you erm....” Anna trailed off.

“It’s James by the way... No charge Anna, on the house service for a valued customer!...”

With that he chuckled and went off in search of a new tyre amongst the rows.

Smiling broadly Anna headed back to work, feeling as if she were floating.She noticed the rain had departed and the sunshine was making a comeback. She could hardly wait for her shift to end. She had already made a mental list of work that needed doing and not just to her car!

Been A Long Time.....

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 29 Jan 2014 11:24:00 +0000

My first forage back into the land of all things erotica.... At last! Praise the Lord! My writers block may well be leaving me for the first time in what has to be close to a year.....

First up is my latest offering "Kwik Thick Dicker" - for those in the UK you may know this is a play on words from the advert for Kwik Fit Tyres!... A personal fantasy of mine, complete with oily overalls and lust, hopefully you will enjoy the ahem... ride!

Parents Away... Time to Play! (Part 1)

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 31 Oct 2012 12:23:00 +0000

Shelby was sulking. Sprawled across the sofa and bored out of her mind, she stared vacantly at some dross on the TV set. Ordinarily the summer break would have been a busy time socially for her, however this year it seemed like most of her friends had booked to go away within days of each other, or had moved to pastures new for college in the autumn. What made it extra irritating was the fact that her parents, for the first time in history, had deemed Shelby and her older brother Maddox adult enough to fend for themselves for a week whilst they went away to visit relatives. Normally she would have been dancing around in glee and admittedly at first the whole home-alone thing was pretty cool, until the novelty wore off and the reality of having to get her own meals and do her own laundry and tidy up after one messy older brother finally dawned on her.

"Hey sis! Why the long face?" called her brother cheerfully as he walked into the lounge, pulling daft faces at her as he did so.
"I'm bored..." she sighed, "What you up to?" looking at him hoping for some kind of relief from her tedium.
"I'm about to go fetch Ben, grab some beers and embark on an X-Box comp. What about you Billy No Mates? Any wild parties planned?" He laughed playfully and on seeing her expression chucked a cushion at her.
"X-Box comp? Nerd Alert! Maddox how old are you?" Shelby retorted, summing up the energy to skim the offending cushion back at her older brother, missing by mere inches.
"Sounds better than being Billy in front of the TV sis! Oh actually you'll have to shift over when we get back, things are going to get pretty messed up in here!"
Shelby rolled her eyes and sighed again. Feeling sorry for his little sister he placated "Might let you have a beer or two though, if you cooperate of course."
Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em thought Shelby to herself, nodding. "So who's coming over then, just Ben?"
Maddox nodded, stuffing his large feet into equally large trainers, "Yeah just Ben."
At least that was 1 turn up for the books she thought. Ben had always been the fittest of Maddox's various mates, with his sandy hair and deep blue eyes and not to mention his lean athletic body which made him uber popular with the girls. Ben had been close to Maddox since they were both little kids and was like one of the family. Shelby had to admit to secretly having a mild crush on him and as Maddox left to fetch his friend Shelby headed upstairs to shower and change, least she could do to ease her boredom she thought.
An hour later the three of them were sat in the lounge, patio doors wide open to let some cool evening air waft into the room, music turned up loud on the stereo and the beers were going down smoothly. All in all a much more entertaining way to spend her evening, even if it was watching two buffoons battling one another on the X-Box. She consoled herself by thinking "I can think of dozens of girls who'd pay just to be sat in here tonight, gazing adoringly at Benny-Boy...".

Two bottles of beer later they had persuaded Shelby to join in the games and she started to have fun, especially whilst Ben was trying in earnest to teach her what to press on the control pad.
"God Shells, how many have you had?" laughed Ben as yet again she had her arse royally kicked.
"Ummm yeah good point that, how many have you put away sis?" Maddox stood with his hands on his hips, eyebrows raised inquiringly.
"Oh give over Maddox, it's not like I'm pissed!" she laughed at him, "Soz Mum!" she added before creasing up in peels of laughter.
"Just take it easy, ok?" he scolded, wandering to the kitchen for more beers.
They played for a while longer before deciding to battle over what music to play. By now they were all fairly well oiled, the atmosphere was fun and Shelby felt part of the gang, albeit three strong. The two lads disappeared for a short while into the kitchen, whilst Shelby sorted through a playlist of CDs. After ten minutes had passed she decided to go and see what they were up to. They didn't hear her padding barefoot into the kitchen over the noise of the music and both Maddox and Ben jumped as she asked what they were up to. Both looked rather sheepishly, Maddox giving the game away by trying conceal something on the counter behind him.
"Maddox, what you hiding?!" Shelby challenged boisterously, trying to peer over their shoulders. "Come on, I'm not a kid!...." She pouted.
Ben eyed Maddox and turned to her "Well, you gotta promise not to go blabbing...."
"Mate!" Maddox elbowed Ben but it was too late. Shelby could see the heap of white powder on the chopping board, several neat lines divided up next to it.
"Is that what I think it is?..." she asked open mouthed. "Is that coke?"
"Yeah sis, but please don't go shooting your mouth off." Maddox replied shaking his head, well and truly busted.
"Hmmm...." she considered, "What's my silence worth?" She tried to keep a straight face, inwardly knowing there was no way she was going to be left out.
The two lads looked at each other, battling with their consciences. As if reading their minds she added, "I'm not a little girl anymore and wouldn't you rather me try it for the first time with you guys?"
This last comment sealed the deal and reluctantly at first Maddox chopped up a small line for Shelby, showing her how to snort it quickly up through the rolled up bank note, up her nose. At first it made Shelby's eyes water but she soon got the hang of it and it wasn't long before she started to come up on it, a feeling of euphoria and energy running through her veins.

So the night continued, the three of them getting steadily and comfortably wasted together. Once the beer was gone, Ben produced a bottle of vodka he had procured from his parents drinks cabinet. Buoyed on by the alcohol and the coke their inhibitions disappeared and Shelby was glad that Maddox had dropped the whole protective big brother routine for the night. She'd also noticed Ben holding her gaze several times, each time she caught his eye she felt a fluttering in the pit of her stomach and was sure he was looking at her more and more frequently.
It was well into the early hours and they were still going strong, Maddox had gone upstairs to use the toilet, complaining of feeling sick, leaving Shelby and Ben alone together in the kitchen, chopping up more lines and knocking back shots of vodka.
"You're pretty hardcore for a young girl Shells!" grinned Ben, as he accepted the shot she had poured for him. "You sure you ain't done this before?"
Shelby laughed and winked at him playfully, "What can I say? I'm a natural!" She could hardly believe how confident she was feeling, here she was flirting with Ben, only the hottest guy around....
"Awww Shells!...." Ben slung his arm around her protectively. "I remember when you were just a little girl!"
"Don't go getting all nostalgic on me Benny-Boy! Besides, I'm all grown up now, see?!..." She twirled around for him.
He nodded in approval, "Oh, I can see!...."
Their eyes met and they held eye contact for a long moment before Shelby giggled and went to pour another couple of shots for them both. Ben watched her as she did so, openly appraising her pretty slim frame, pondering to himself as he did so why he hadn't noticed sooner, maybe it was the drugs taking effect but whatever it was she was getting him horny as hell. Meanwhile Shelby was pondering her own thoughts, was she reading all this right? She didn't want to make a move only to get the knock-back, she would never live that one down....
She turned to pass Ben his drink and their arms brushed against one another. Not hesitating, Ben seized the moment and pulled Shelby against him before tilting his head to kiss her. Far from recoiling, Shelby returned his kiss, amazed at how good his lips felt, at how hot he was making her just by kissing her. His hands wandered lower, squeezing her arse tightly as he did so, pulling her closer still. She had made out with other lads before, even gone as far as some heavy petting but nothing compared with what she was experiencing at that moment with Ben. As his fingers explored under her top and found their way to her pert young tits, e could have yelped at the pleasure he gave her, slowly caressing her then teasing her nipples whilst licking and kissing her neck.
She found herself grinding her groin against his leg, as he played with her breasts, totally consumed in the horny sensations he seemed to fill her with.
"Mmmm Shells.... " he murmured in her ear as she boldly rubbed the hardness concealed in his jeans.

Pleased that she was making him feel good too she carried on rubbing his cock in gentle circular movements, amazed once more at how he seemed to grow bigger and bigger with each touch. She didn't even flinch when Ben's fingers found their way under her short denim skirt, nor when they began stroking gently at her pussy through the material of her panties. Instead she nodded for him to go further still and delve beneath them. They both gasped as he did so, Shelby feeling the heat of his fingertips on her bare skin for the first time, Ben reacting to the damp, bare pussy lips he discovered there. A soft moan escaped her pretty young mouth as Ben slowly rubbed at her little clit, making her shudder in pleasure. With this she fumbled at his jeans, finally managing to pull his cock free. She loved the feel of him, the smoothness of his solid shaft, the way he sighed as she began stroking him and the way it's tip leaked tears of pre-cum onto her fingers. She could hardly stifle her frequent moans as Ben ventured further still and slid one of his thick fingers inside her already well lubricated pussy.
"This ok?..." he asked in a voice barely a whisper but she couldn't trust her voice and nodded her consent instead, not ever wanting him to take his fingers away. This was totally new territory, yes she'd been touched a little in the past, but never had she felt such strong rushes of pleasure.

"Do you like me touching your tight little pussy Shells?...." Ben grew bolder himself, seeing the way in which Shelby responded to his slightest touch. Not only that but the way in which she played with and stroked his aching cock was just right, he became even more turned on just by watching her slender fingers wrap around his length, wanking him to perfection. Again he turned his attention to her tits, easing her top up with his spare hand and lowering his head to take a small pink nipple between his lips, running his tongue over and over it which in turn caused a soft cry from Shelby. "Mmmmm Ben, that feels.... so good..."
With that he buried a second finger inside her, watching as her eyes widened, mouth opening, a look of utter ecstasy bathing her features. "Oh my god....please...oh...." He paused, checking she was ok and to his suprise she pushed his fingers deeper. "I think I'm going to...." she moaned, not caring how loud she was.
"Fuckin hell Shells...are you going to cum for me?..." He stared back at her intently and she nodded with incredible effort, her eyes glazing over before they rolled back into her head. Her entire body shuddered, her legs threatening to buckle under her. Ben pulled her tightly against him in order to keep her upright as the waves of pleasure consumed her. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, stifling her cries.
After a long moment Shelby finally came back to her senses and felt suddenly overcome with shyness at her abandon. Ben gently held her by her shoulders, searching her face but Shelby couldn’t meet his gaze.
“Hey Shells…are you alright?...” he asked, his voice laden with concern. He gently nudged her chin up and they made eye contact.
“I’m ok…it’s just…I never felt that way before…” she murmured softly, feeling her cheeks turning pink.
Ben held her gaze, his lips curling into a soft smile, “Awww Shells. Look, maybe I took this too far? I shouldn’t have pushed you…”
Shelby shook her head vigorously “No Ben! Please don’t say that… It was amazing…” she trailed off, biting her bottom lip.
“But?...” Ben coaxed her gently, stroking a wisp of hair from her face. “Why the worried face?”
“I just…I want to make you feel good too…” she stammered, looking away.
Ben chuckled and squeezed her warmly “Oh what are you like? Just watching you cum like that gives me more pleasure than you could know!..” He leant in and kissed her, his soft lips enveloping hers, drawing her into a deep clinche. Searching out her tongue with his, Ben pressed his body against hers setting off fresh ripples in her stomach. Feeling his hardness pressing against her rapidly made Shelby discard her fears and she kissed him back greedily. Her fingers ventured under the fabric of Ben’s T-Shirt to discover a toned, smooth torso. She sighed in delight at her find and relished the feel of his skin, moving her lips from his lips down to his neck to lick and nibble there. A sigh escaped Ben’s lips as she flicked her tongue over his erroganous zone and she felt her heart skip a beat as she became aware of his increasing arousal. Ben grabbed her firmly by her hips, grinding his groin into hers over and over. She could feel the slick fluids seep steadily from her.

All concern now expelled from her mind, she broke free from their embrace to sink to her knees before him, gazing up steadily as she did so, watching his face to gauge his reaction. She was rewarded swiftly as Ben gasped, “Oh my God…You look so sexy down there!...”
Smiling coyly she freed his cock, taking a moment to appraise his impressive member before exploring his solid shaft with her finger tips. Gently stroking and caressing him she met his eye again and noted that his gaze was riveted upon her.Without hesitation she licked her lips in anticipation and cast her gaze to his groin once more. She could feel his thick column pulse under her touch and softly gasped as she noted silvery fluids leaking from it’s tip. Shelby was fascinated by him; without thinking she thrust out her tongue and flicked it over his fleshy tip, gathering his pre cum as she went. It tasted nice, warm and faintly salty and she licked at his eye a few more times which elicited a low soft groan from Ben. His fingers were tangled in her freshly washed hair, gently guiding her onto his cock. He twitched violently as she stretched her lovely soft mouth to accommodate him bit by bit. Shelby felt lust and excitement course through her like an electric current as she took more of Ben between her lips, her fingers stroking the base in time.
“Ohhh...Shelby...” His sighs grew more urgent as her courage grew, her lips sealed tightly around him and her nimble tongue swirled along his silky smooth head and length. She was delighted by the way Ben rolled his hips each time she lowered her head and she revelled in his obvious arousal. Who would have thought that she would be on her knees pleasing the hottest guy around! He smelt divine down there too, fresh and clean, his skin scented like fabric softener. Her free hand encircled his balls now, gently fondling and stroking them. Ben’s hips gathered momentum and began gently bucking up to meet her face each time she slid her mouth lower.
“That’s so....good Shells....Slow babes, slow down a bit...” Ben gasped, his voice husky and raw with an emotion Shelby could only hope was desire. She looked up at him from under her eyelashes to see how he was doing and was blown away by the expression that met her. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated, his curls hanging damply on his forehead. “Shells...stop for a minute...” He managed to stammer,gently extricating himself from her lips.
Shelby wasn’t sure how to react, she thought she was doing a pretty good job of sucking his delicious dick...So why was he pulling away?
Seeing her puzzled expression and eager to put her mind at rest, Ben smiled broadly at her. “Fucking hell Shells....If I let you carry on doing that, it’ll be game over babe!”
“Was I doing it right though?...”
Ben shook his head and ran his hands through his hair before answering “You’re amazing, so good that you’ll make me blow my load everywhere if you keep going, besides... There’s a lot more I’d like to do to you before the night’s over....” His voice was full of meaning, the air between them crackled with potent and mutual want. Shelby’s heart began hammering in her chest once more and she could feel moist arousal starting to seep from her sex.
“I’d like that too Ben...” She managed to respond, feeling as though she was underwater, everything had gone into slow motion around them.
“Not down here though... Come upstairs to my room?...”

Ben smiled down at her and offered her his hands, helping her back to her feet before pulling her in close to him. With his soft lips pressed against her cheek he murmured gently, “No pressure though Shells, only if you want to...”
Damn right she wanted to! Her body demanded it, her tight moist pussy was screaming out for more Ben.
They went upstairs and into Shelby’s bedroom, not bothering to fully close the door behind them, far too occupied with one another.
“I can’t wait to run my tongue all over you..right here...” Ben growled at her, his inquisitive fingers stroking between her trembling thighs.
She cried out softly, wanting him so badly. When they both fell onto her bed and became tangled up in each other she felt as though her entire body was consumed with a crazy desperate need....

Coming to, Maddox rubbed at his bleary eyes and found himself slumped against the bathroom wall where he had obviously crashed out earlier. Thanking God that he no longer felt nauseous, he stood and splashed his face with cold water at the sink, before meandering out onto the landing. He wondered if the party was still in full swing downstairs and shook his head at his lack of staying power. He could hear music still playing in the lounge and decided he’d go back and join his mate and his sister. Passing Shelby’s bedroom door, he could’ve sworn he heard moans coming from inside. He took a few steps further, then stopped in his tracks when he heard a definite cry of pleasure from his Sister’s room..... Confused as to who the moans and groans belonged to, he paused to consider the situation for a moment. Pure curiosity made him walk back to her door and he stood there listening. Through the crack in the door he saw Ben between Shelby’s thighs on her bed. Whatever his friend was doing to her she was certainly enjoying it.... He felt a distinct surge to arousal himself, his dick got hard in seconds flat as he spied on them and listened to his sister’s cries of pleasure. Stroking himself he watched for a few moments longer, then stepped quietly inside to join them.....

Desire on the Dancefloor

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 25 Oct 2012 00:17:00 +0000

Where it all began... Lissy is a party girl with a hedonistic take on life but nothing prepares her for the adventure she is about to embark upon that evening!
It's late, the place is heaving and Lissy has lost sight of her friends in the crowds. Feeling a little worse for wear she toughs it out, dancing to her favourite house music tunes in the busy club. She doesn't stay alone for very long though... Not when two handsome strangers seduce her right there on the dance floor!...

House music is overpowering me with its throbbing beat, the flashing lights and lasers disorientate me forcing me to squint against their glare. The place seems really full tonight; the dance floor is packed with clubbers and revelers. My head is spinning; I curse myself for drinking way too much Vodka knowing I've gone way over my limit. That coupled with the ecstasy pills we necked earlier in the night... Well I'm feeling pretty smashed to put it mildly. I've lost my friends in the thrum of the crowds around me and I panic a little inside as I realise I can't see them anywhere. Then the DJ drops an unmistakable track, a personal favourite of mine, the heavy beat and baseline reverberate around my chest, I'm rapidly swept up. The cocktail of vodka and recreationals in my stomach dull my inhibitions, I become lost in the pulsing music, feel the baseline vibrating through my body, goose bumps covering my bare skin. My eyes are half closed and I'm dancing once more. Somewhere in my mind I marvel at how music can transport you to another universe, make you feel so good inside; alive, free. My body moves fluidly to the rhythm, my limbs feel liberated as does my state of mind. I'm barely aware of my surroundings; no longer care how busy it is on the dance floor around me, I'm only concerned with the music. I recall a quote from a classic film I saw years back,
“I’m making love to the music man! And believe me; I can go all night..." Right now that line couldn't be more true or more apt. With each beat that bursts through the giant speakers, I feel the rumble of the base and every hair on the back of my neck stands on end. There are more vivid sensations I'm feeling right now; elation, euphoria, arousal....

I'm so horny and turned on right now and it's reflected in my every movement, in the way I roll my hips, head tossed back, arms in the air. I'm now aware of other bodies around me in close proximity. Arms brush against me, body heat soaks through my skin, heightening my senses to fever-pitch. Suddenly I feel strong hands on my hips; an unseen stranger is behind me. Initially I vaguely wonder if it's one of my friends come to rescue me. If I was a little more sober, a little less high I would certainly whirl round to face the owner of these firm hands, however I barely even flinch. I'm completely absorbed in not only the music but the lustful vibes coursing through me that I actually welcome this physical contact. Those same hands increase their grip on my hips, their warm fingers press into my bare flesh. I sense this person stepping up closer behind me, deliberately molding themselves against me, moving in unison with me to the music. I soon discover the stranger is a man for I can feel an unmistakable hardness pressing into the crease between the cheeks of my arse. Far from being alarmed I am reveling in the feeling, I can't help myself and I push my buttocks back against him. He responds by grinding into me in time to the music. His hands stroke upwards, over my ribcage until they graze over my tits, seeking out the hardness of my nipples under the flimsy material of my skimpy vest top. My eyes roll involuntarily at his actions. He has unobstructed access as my arms are in the air, above my head. I don't put up any resistance and he takes this as a signal to let his hands explore further. He wastes no time and deftly slides his hands under my top to cup my bare firm tits in such a manner I feel weak at the knees. I can feel his hot breath against my neck, his cock twitches repeatedly against my arse as he rolls my tender nipples between his fingers. I bite down hard on my bottom lip to suppress a shriek of pleasure. I press back again with purpose, making him aware of my arousal. Maybe I should be concerned, perhaps I ought to care about what's happening here, but in truth I couldn't give a fuck. The lust I'm feeling is growing more wanton by the second. Hot wet lips press against my neck and ear, his teeth nibble at my sensitive flesh between his moist kisses.

Both of his hands massage and grope at my tits with expertise, God, this man is making me wet! I really should care that people could see us, that we risk being ejected from the club. However, this feels too good to start giving a damn about morals right now. The man's hands slide back down over my hips, finding the hem of my barely decent mini-skirt and I make no attempt to prevent his fingers from ducking underneath it. I feel his sharp intake of breath against my ear as he discovers I've gone commando tonight. My freshly shaven pussy greets him eagerly, no panties means no lace or silk to soak up all the creamy juices that are flowing profusely from my aching slit. The wetness covers the tops of my thighs and as his fingers glide between my legs his dick jumps fervently against me again.
Wasting no time, he delves roughly into my pussy with thick fingers, no teasing or soft stroking for me, oh no! Just several chunky fingers plunging knuckle deep into my creamy hot centre, over and over again in perfect time to the music. Then, without warning he whips his fingers away from my already engorged cunt and I gasp as he swiftly brings them to my lips.
"Lick them clean..." he whispers in my ear, causing me to shudder in delight.
Obediently I comply as I lap up all the wetness from them onto my tongue and lips. I taste sugar-sweet, my arousal more potent than any spirits or drugs I've consumed tonight. Like a junkie I crave more from him, I need to be fucked...
He doesn't disappoint me, as he takes his fat, long shaft from his jeans with ease behind me. I can feel him stroking his bell end, rubbing it against my crack, my legs tremble and I part my thighs for him. I'm making it blatantly clear exactly what I want from him. He goads me by rubbing his cock head over my soaking wet pussy lips, back and forth. It feels so good it's almost too much to bare, he's driving me wild with longing. I'm desperate to be filled right up to the brim with hard cock and I need it right now, right here on the dance floor.

As his throbbing prick nudges its way between my cunt lips towards my quivering hole I become hazily aware of another presence before me and I cannot help but open my eyes a little, curiosity getting the better of me. To my suprise, another man is standing close, facing me, his eyes hungrily roaming over my glistening body. He steps forward nearer still when he sees my eyes open and the horny smile that I cannot prevent from playing at my lips. He smiles back at me and I become wetter still when I see up close how good-looking he is. Mystery Man 1 parts my firm cheeks before pushing his entire length deep inside my excited pussy, grinding and forging it inside with ease. My lips part as I moan deeply and Mystery Man 2 cups my face in his hands, swiftly flicking his tongue into my mouth, darting it against my own tongue. He tastes of mint and a hint of whiskey, a horny yet subtle combination that compliments the manner in which he passionately kisses me. His hands now pick up from where Mystery Man 1 left off, massaging and kneading my tits over my top. Unsatisfied with this, he swiftly slides the straps off my shoulders, stroking my arms up and down before scooping up each one of my breasts in turn. He breaks from the heavy kisses he has indulged me with and stoops to take first one solid nipple, then the other between his perfect white teeth to nibble and bite at them. I could scream, it's bordering on painful, yet the sharp sensations send electric pulses through my body, right down into my pussy that is by now wrapped tightly around Mystery Man 1's girth.
"Fuuuucccck....." I moan, any cares of who might be watching utterly abandoned as Mystery Man 2 laps furiously at my tits, circling my nipples before snapping his teeth down onto them once more.
Mystery Man 1 is thrusting and grinding into my wetness relentlessly, giving me the hard fucking I need so badly. I delight in the way he stretches my cunt completely, his helmet repeatedly grazing my G-Spot with each jab inside me. It feels so intense, beyond real to me and I can hardly take it any longer, my legs threatening to buckle right from under me. I no longer care that I'm blatantly being fucked and played with by two gorgeous but complete strangers. My round breasts are on full display, my top around my waist, my skirt bunched up over my hips, yet I love the sheer filthiness of the situation, love the feel of the club's air-conditioning blowing its freezing cold air against my hot damp skin, love the attention I'm receiving from these men.

Mystery Man 1 quickens his pace, fucking me harder still, urgently. beads of sweat roll off our bodies as he impales me with that deliciously thick cock of his. Mystery Man 2 returns his attention back to my lips, kissing me urgently again, pressing himself against the front of my torso, squashing my tits against his hard chest in the process. I cry out over and over as his nimble fingers go to work on my achingly hard clit, smothering copious amounts of pussy juices into it until I believe I'm going to explode violently. I'm rapidly losing control and my senses; such is the ferocity of the fucking I'm receiving. Mystery Man 1 grasps tightly at my hips, pummeling my sex so thoroughly with his thick length of meat as his friend rubs relentlessly at my clit. He is so close to me that I can feel his turgid dick pressing into my half naked thigh. My stomach somersaults wildly as I also feel the dampness that's formed at his crotch, from where his pre-cum has leaked from him.With every thrust, every stroke of my clit my pussy starts to spasm furiously, my eyes roll back into my head like a fruit machine, I no longer have any control over my own body. I can only yield to the tidal wave of climax that surges through my person. The two men show no remorse or sign of slowing till my entire orgasm explodes from me. The incredibly intense eroticism of the situation, the exquisite attention lavished upon me by these two horny men with their mystery cock and unknown fingers right there on the dance floor pushes me right over the cliff edge and I'm suddenly consumed by the most powerful cums of my life. My legs shudder, my body jerks as I'm set ablaze by sheer pleasure.

My cunt muscles contract so tightly around Mystery Man 1's shaft, greedily pulling him inside me, milking his cock hard until he too starts to cum hard, firing his hot seed into my soaking depths, mixing with my creaminess. Both men hold onto me until my orgasm subsides and I resume a little strength in my weak legs. A rush of awkwardness washes over me at the realization of what has just happened. Mystery Man 1 reluctantly withdraws his cock from me and I straighten myself out, self-consciously pulling my top up and over my breasts. All haziness has evaporated, my mind is racing. I half expect them both to turn and disappear into the crowds of clubbers, leaving me alone, so I am startled when both men take it in turns to kiss me deeply. Their tongues trigger fresh dirty feelings within as we press into one another.
Taking a hand each and smiling warmly at me, they both lead me off the dance floor. I look quizzically from one man to the other and Mystery Man 2 leans in close to whisper in my ear "Fancy carrying this on back at our hotel? You look so sexy, way too sexy to be going home alone tonight!.."
Again, my mind races furiously as I look at these two gorgeous hot young men. Mystery Man 1 hopefully adds " That was just a little taster sweetheart and the night is still young. Let us take you back with us, I promise you won't regret it."
And as they both smile at me, naked desire etched on both their faces I think to myself now there's an offer I couldn't possibly refuse!.......

After Party at La Maison Rouge - Part 2

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 24 Oct 2012 18:18:00 +0000

Lissy, Riley and Mason get their private party a trois well and truly started! High up in the penthouse suite of La Maison Rouge heats up to fever pitch as they take things into the bedroom!....

After taking the most luxurious bath ever, with two of the hottest, sexiest men I’ve ever clapped eyes on in my life, I’m sure I could be forgiven for thinking the whole night so far was just an erotic dream... One that I’d rudely awaken from at some point. But that’s just it! It was actually happening to me, Lissy!....

Once Riley and Mason (my hosts with the most for the evening!) have finished towel drying themselves, they lead me to the master bedroom in their palatial penthouse hotel suite. It’s in keeping with the rest of the place; totally sumptuous and glamorous. The bedroom is upholstered and adorned with all manner of exquisite decor and materials, all adding to the extravagance and seductive atmosphere. They definitely know how to entertain a girl that’s for sure!... Just being in the room brings out my own sensuality, I feel desire exuding from my every pore, making my confidence soar. I turn to see Riley carrying the antique silver tray off which we have all been snorting cocaine since we got here. Mason too comes in bearing gifts - in one hand he holds an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels, in the other 3 shot glasses made of expensive burnished glass... Yum!
It dawns on me that the sound system in the grand living room is cleverly wired throughout the penthouse, including the bedroom and I perch on the end of the impossibly soft huge bed. I’m enjoying the sultry Balearic beats pumping through the hidden speakers and, closing my eyes I picture myself on the beach at Bora Bora, Ibiza with the warm sun radiant upon my skin....
I’m soon back in the moment when, on opening my eyes I’m greeted with such a provocative and alluring sight. Both Riley and Mason have shed their towels and are wandering around the room completely naked without a care in the world! Oh my, my mouth is practically watering and it’s not the only thing salivating; my quivering pussy is getting juicier by the second as my eyes sweep lasciviously over their finely honed bodies. What a delicious treat!

In order to protect my sanity and keep a modicum of self control I pour out three shots of JD for us, smiling at each man in turn as I hand him a glass of the sweet brown bourbon. I feel extremely over dressed and so without another thought I knock back my shot and shrug off my bath towel, letting it fall to the floor at my feet. Instantly I feel two pairs of eyes appraising me intently, which is hot as hell. I decide to take charge for a little while and instruct them both to stand at the foot of the enormous bed, facing me whilst I sit on the bed between them. By now we are all naked and the urge to feel bare skin on skin is truly compelling. The guys do as I tell them and stand before me now with their two impressive cocks bobbing up and down eagerly, mere centimetres from my face. I lick my lips hungrily and prepare to pleasure them both. After all the attention they have lavished on me tonight I’m desperate to please and excite Riley and Mason back. I have always loved giving pleasure, I’m not a selfish woman and certainly not a hater when it comes to wrapping my lips around a man’s cock. If anything it drives me wild with lust as I go to work with my mouth and tonight is no exception. I’ve been waiting patiently for my chance to taste the two men for the first time. Wrapping my slender fingers round each meaty shaft I begin to stroke and caress each dick, running my fingernails gently up and down their length before picking up the pace. I marvel at how fast they both stiffen and throb in my hands, sinewy veins bulging out as the blood flow increases down there. I soon find a comfortable rhythm, one which obviously pleases both men judging by their frequent groans and the copious amounts of glistening pre-cum oozing from the tip of each cock, just begging to be licked up....

I look up at them under my long eyelashes, making eye contact with each man in turn and their facial expressions spur me on (not that I need any encouragement!) to realise one of my favourite fantasies, one I’ve longed to do for so long.... I bring both of the delicious pulsing cocks together now so that their tips meet and I rub them gently against each other. I swallow hard in anticipation as I eye their lovely fluids of arousal pooling and dribbling over the heads of their dicks then skillfully use some of it to lubricate both rods before massaging them together. My tongue can no longer resist the overwhelming desire I’m feeling and without missing a beat I lap at their tips like a cock-starved mad woman! My eyes roll back momentarily at the sheer sweetness of their arousal.
“Fucking hell Lissy....” Riley hisses through clenched teeth, I feel him lurch under my tongue’s attentive touch. He reaches down and starts to stroke my hair. I can also hear Mason’s breathing getting faster and ragged as I lick at him too. This is definitely my cue to step things up another notch, so far so good! I start sucking on both cocks in turn, one at a time to begin with, showing off my finely tuned skills as I swallow each inch into the back of my throat before pulling off and taking the other cock between my lips. The exhilaration I feel at this exact moment is beyond words. I know I am being a filthy little whore yet I’m completely empowered by their response and by the utter respect they afford me. Pulling off Mason’s prick I see that my saliva connects his with Riley’s cock in delicate silvery ribbons and Mason groans lustfully, “That is such a fucking dirty, horny sight!... You look so sexy sat there....Mmmm...” I gaze at Riley who nods vigorously in agreement, panting slightly with arousal.

Time to take it further still I decide, so opening my mouth as wide as I can, I rub both purple tips against my cheek then pressing them together I begin to carefully feed them between my eagerly waiting lips. Both Riley and Mason groan loudly in unison, their moans and grunts are getting more and more frequent and more and more ragged as I seal my mouth around them both, stretching my lips to near tearing point. I don’t even feel the discomfort, I’m buzzing with electric desire, flying sky high, feeling my own sticky honey seeping out of me. This physical state of fervent and frenzied passion grow ever more turbulent as I dare to imagine their joint thick solidity as it stretches me wide open elsewhere..... I am so fucking turned on right now, I feel incandescent with rapture, but that’s nothing compared to the fellas who are now thrusting their hips forward to greet my mouth as I accommodate them both at the same time. The combination of my artful wet mouth and the mind-bending sensation of their rigid shafts rubbing and straining against each other is clearly pushing them onto a knife edge.
“Ohhh... Slow down Lissy baby...” Mason pleads, rapidly losing his control. His crazed reaction has a knock on effect on Riley who gently holds my head still for a moment. I look up at my two gorgeous lovers in mock confusion. Easing slowly off their cocks I say breathlessly, “What’s wrong guys?...Don’t you like the way I’m sucking your amazing cocks?....” I also give them my best puppy dog eyes, playing the innocent yet knowing damn well they’re both fucking loving it!...
“Lissy! You are beyond amazing!... But if you keep that up you’re going to make us shoot our load way too soon!” Mason gasps and his cool measured persona is now a thing of the past.
“But... I want to make you cum... I want to milk every single drop from you both....” Then with puppy dog eyes routine in full effect I add a soft plea, “Please Riley?...Mason?...You won’t regret it, I promise!...”

How can they refuse such a sweet request? The answers is folks, they can’t! So swiftly wrapping my lips back round and down onto both poles once more I go all out in my quest to make both men explode! Greedily I suck and slurp on their delicious meat like my life depends on it, sliding my fingers up inside my soaking slit as I do so. I sneak a peek up at them both and I’m rewarded with Riley locking his lips onto Mason’s in a feverish kiss, their tongues blatantly wrestling for me to see... Fuck I love watching that! My pussy clenches around my busy fingers and I feel my juices flowing freely over my knuckles, making wet horny squelching sounds each time I slam them inside me. Both of them let out long loud moans and I feel Mason’s orgasm surging up his cock shaft with force. Quickly I now slide off them but hold them both against my lips, still pressing them together. Riley gazes down at me and at his manhood resting against Mason’s and lets out a guttural roar as rope after rope of sweet hot spunk explodes from them both simultaneously. Strings of it land on my outstretched tongue but also onto each other’s glans, shafts and balls too. Wow! I am blown away by the intensity of this moment, as are Riley and Mason, who slump onto the bed either side of me. I insist they rest a little while, despite my body, particularly my errant pussy, screaming desperately to be touched...and fucked.... I resist their objection and pleas to turn their attention back on me, at least for a short time anyway!
“Sssh!...” I whisper with a wicked glint in my eyes as I ask Riley if he feels comfortable and willing to help me pleasure Mason.
“Mmm I’d be delighted to sweetheart...” Riley agrees happily, already visibly aroused again himself which secretly impresses me no end - a handsome cock and staying power, I think my birthdays and Christmases have come at once! Together we embark on our mission, licking and sucking at Mason’s cock to inject some life back into it. We each kneel either side of Mason, our lips sliding up and down both sides of his dick then moving down to his sac. Riley takes things a step further and shows me how to rim his friend’s anus with my tongue. This proves to be hugely successful as within minutes Mason is standing proud again and eagerly swaps places so that he too can help me with Riley.

As Riley reclines back on the bed I cast a glance up at him and I’m struck once again by how damned good looking the guy is, especially when I run my tongue over the delicate skin between his balls and his arse hole in deliberate little flicks, making his beautiful face scrunch up in delight. Both men have very arousing qualities, Mason with his darker unpredictable side that excites me and Riley with his smouldering looks and dirty mouth that makes my cunt gush every time he looks at me or murmurs his debauched thoughts and ideas. I make it my duty to discover as much as I can about them, as much as they’ll allow anyway. We start sharing each other’s mouths, indulging in hot wet kisses, whilst our hands roam and explore in studiously over one another's bodies.
“Lissy?...” asks Mason tenderly, taking me by suprise.
“Yeah babe?...” I answer him as Riley feasts on my breasts, making my head spin with desire.
“If you could live out anything with us tonight, anything at all, your wildest secret fantasy.... What would you want most?...” His voice is barely a whisper, I can feel the sexual tension spark wildly between the three of us. Momentarily stunned by his question I have to pause, I’m briefly at a loss for words. Dare I spill out my inner most deviant desires?....
“Yeah baby, I seem to recall you expressing a burning desire to live out some personal fantasies.... Now’s your chance sexy lady!... Don’t be shy... Tell us both what you really want to do....” Riley’s voice is hypnotic, I feel enchanted under his spell. He strokes his fingernails up and down my back, causing wave upon wave of goosebumps to wash over my skin. My nipples stiffen all by themselves as I try to articulate my thoughts, to put my deepest, darkest needs into intelligible words. Seeing Riley smiling gently back at me seals the deal. I cannot let this chance pass me by, the chance of getting hot and wet and extremely intimate with both of them... All night long....

“ Well... Firstly I’d love you to take turns to fuck me, nice and hard and deep...” I lick at my dry lips and Mason hands me a drink which I knock back in one before licking my lips again, this time at the thought of each magnificent cock taking it in turns to pummel my pussy like never before...
“That’s easy enough but I think you’re holding out on us Lissy!... What else do you want?... What would it take for us to make you scream this hotel down eh? What can we do to make you cum over and over again, harder every time until you collapse?...” I look from Mason to Riley, holding out my shot glass for another refill and the silver tray is passed around again. The lines seem to be getting thicker and bigger each time, my head feels it’s up in the clouds, my body is live with high voltage wanting and sexual yearning. As the coke takes effect my breath deeply then open up to them. Mason studies me closely with dark coal eyes and my heart beat increases tenfold. Riley too is hanging on to my every word, his turquoise blue eyes, flashing with raw latent sex. I feel like he can see right into my soul and far from being afraid I welcome him inside, allowing him to coax me until my dirty wicked thoughts flood from my lips.
“I’d like you both to get my pussy nice and wet...Really wet, which shouldn’t be hard judging by the way you had me oozing juices all over the show on the settee before!... I want you to make me beg, push me to the edge but don’t let me cum, drive me crazy for you both... Will you open my cunt up so that it will stretch for your fucking awesome cocks? It’s just I’d really like to feel you both inside me at the same time...:

God! I am so hot I’m burning with poorly disguised need for my two sexy men. As I tell them what I’d like them to do they both nod and smile and I have no doubt at all they are about to make my dreams become reality.
“Describe how you want us, where inside do you want our cocks honey?” Mason gently prompts me, rousing me from my manic thoughts, he’s not about to give up and neither is Riley.
I laugh then, “Oh yeah of course!... How dim of me!...Mmm, well let’s see... If you really wanna know then I’ll tell you.... I’d love for you to fuck my pussy and my tight little arse. Together. At the same time? D.P I think you’d call it? That’s if it’s not too much for you of course?” I wink at them, confidence restored as a new buzz rushes through me.
Both of them gaze silently me for a long moment until we all start to giggle at each other, releasing some of the pent up sexual tension between us. There’s a blinding excitement bouncing off us all, sending us a little stir crazy and it’s not just down to the drugs either.
“Lissy, we would love to, it would be our pleasure to make it happen for you, with us...” Riley sighs in a mix of delight and disbelief.
“What?” I laugh at him and the way in which he drinks me in.
“You should know, we’re both hugely flattered that you want us to....” He starts before trailing off.
“Mmmm.... Fuck me senseless? “ I giggle and have another shot, something tells me I’m going to need to be as relaxed and malleable as possible for the imminent sexual journey they’re about to take me on.
“Understatement!...” Mason smiles, “But don’t worry, we’re not going to do anything unless you’re happy to ok? We’ll go at your pace, you’re in charge...”
They take it in turns to kiss me deeply and touch my body so skillfully I’m soon trembling uncontrollably with desire. Both men lavish such pleasure on me it’s almost too much to bare, they are so attentive and take their time seeking out every erogenous zone I have before luring it out and claiming it with their mouths and hands. At first, I fight the urge to writhe around on the bed whilst they break down all my remaining defences. My skin is on fire and each time I close my eyes shut I see vivid images of the three of us back at the club, back on that dance floor....
“Ohhh God!...Fuck yes...” I wail as Riley nibbles at my nipples, suckling on my breasts and sending shooting spears of molten lust down to my aching, twitching sex. I am so desperate to have them right this instant, to have them fill me to the brim and fast. My pussy seems to sigh in unison to my mewling and moans and I hear Mason murmuring his approval of my pink and luscious womanhood that he’s currently torturing and goading into submission with his thick masterful fingers. I beg them to give me more, I’m completely at their mercy... and way past caring.... Riley joins Mason and they each slide 2 fingers right up inside my soaking entrance, up to the knuckles. I’ve given up trying to stifle my cries and instead I am succumbing to wanton abandonment. Now I feel two wet devilish tongues licking my clitoris and I can take it no more... I can merely concede to another mind shattering climax as it tears through me, my greedy naughty cunt clenching and constricting desperately onto their fingers with each hot spasm of ecstasy.
“Ahhhh! Ohhhhh.....” I scream, balling up my fist and biting down onto it hard to prevent the possibility of another guest hearing me and calling security. “Fuck me!...” I gasp, “You pair are something else altogether!...” I’m panting as I try to talk, my heart’s hammering violently in my chest and my body trembles deliciously.
“Lissy! Next time you must promise not to put your hand over your mouth gorgeous! Scream your lungs out darling, don’t fight it, ok?” Riley insists as he clambers up the bed to kiss me, stroking away a rogue strand of hair from my face. I take a moment to knock back another shot of JD and take another hit from the silver tray for good measure. Mason produces a cigarette for me too, to help calm me and I accept it, grateful for the nicotine. Then they both resume their mission in readying me, preparing me for the sweetest fuck of my life.

Riley, ever the gent, lets Mason go first and he positions himself between my quivering thighs. He runs his swollen cock head up and down over the luscious wet slit between my tender folds. He teases and works me up with pent up need as he dips it into my honeyed centre then just as swiftly retracts it again. This makes me growl fiercely, my eyes burning into him, until he asks me, “Do you want this cock Lissy? Cos I’m so hard and ready to fuck you...” His gravelly voice bores into me and I stammer between sharp gasps “Do it... Please... Give it to me... Now!...” With my demand he pushes his fat helmet inside my opening and I squeal out in pleasure again and again as he slams his entire length inside up to the hilt and our hips grind into each other. Mason rolls his strong hips and embeds his entirety deeper still and then at just the right time he starts to fuck me in just the way I’d asked. Moments later he grasps my legs and throws them both over his muscular shoulders with ease which allows him to plough into my liquid hot core with fierce strokes that set a million fireworks off inside me. He grinds his solid prick into my tender engorged sex so well that my vision blurs for a while. It’s obvious I’m being forced back to the brink and he snatches his member out of me with a wet slurping sound as it pops out. I cry out in frustration and lust and unbridled passion. Mason has well and truly excelled himself and as he bends down over me I grab his face in both hands and kiss him furiously in way of thanks.

“Now Lissy....” Riley moves smoothly into Mason’s place, his pupils are huge, almost blotting out the blue of his iris and his eyes hold me in their sweet sexy gaze that’s almost enough to push me over the cliff face once and for all. “Are you ready for me baby girl? I’m going to ease this nice hard dick inside your beautiful sweet pussy, I’ll go nice and slow until I’m good and deep inside your wet tight hole, sound OK sexy?...”
I nod in reply, inwardly so excited to have Riley and his hard cock fucking me blind, I can barely string two words together.
“It’s got pretty thick and really hard Lis, so it might stretch you a bit more than you’re used to, but I know you can handle me, I’ll make it worth it, where there’s pain, pleasure is always close by....” He smiles at me like a starving animal, circling his weakened prey, knowing it’s only a matter of time before he gets to devour it... I can feel the heat from his bell end as he swirls it back and forth over my clit, that’s so hard it’s almost painful each time he does so. I’m fizzing between my thighs, my pussy seems to be flooded with rivers of my creamy sweet fluids and this helps lubricate my entrance for Riley who thrusts into me without warning, plugging me with his bulbous girth. Shock and sharp pain rapidly melt into a deep carnal pleasure, the likes of which I have never know, until right now. It feels fantastic and I cry out to him, telling him just what he’s doing to me and how I love it, “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop baby!...” I sob, trying to get my erratic breathing under some kind of control again. Riley is fucking me in earnest now, spearing me with his beast of a cock. Each thrust lights my touch paper, and I grab at the bed sheets, screwing them up in my fists, my head is thrown right back, my back arched as my body contorts in delight. I’m being submerged into an ocean of new sensations that I’ve never had before and I’m both scared and exhilarated. I tell you one thing for certain, if I’m drowning in such wild and passionate feelings then I don’t ever want to be rescued!

Riley is pinning my wrists down firmly above my head and I squirm and thrash about; my God, how does he know I love to be restrained? Come to think of it Riley seems to have discovered that hidden kink before I did!... Without warning he suprises me again by pulling me upright, whispering into my ear in a low moan that sends fresh pulsations downwards and into my sodden pussy. “Will you ride my cock Lissy, please baby?...I want to see you above me with my prick buried inside you...” His eyes glaze over and his breath is ragged once more. I lean into him and catch his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging on it gently. Riley's length twitches inside me with urgency and after indulging in a dirty horny kiss, I let roll onto his back and lift me onto his erection that stands proud of him like a stone carving. I guess I should feel a little guilty after all, Mason didn’t get this but the more I tease myself and Riley’s rigid tool with my tight little cunt opening my concerns soon dissipate into the ether. Mason as it turns out is more than happy to get involved in other ways and he comes and stands at my side, offering me his well lubed shaft to suck on. Riley pumps own dick up and down until it grazes and massages my most tender sweet spot. Try as I might I cannot resist sinking down onto him as far as I can take him, until my clit that’s poking out from under it’s hood is soon grinding down against his groin. This creates an almost unbearable friction there, every time my clit bashes against his pubic bone a strangled cry of delight escapes me. Soon those sharp explosions of sensation start all over again, resonating from within my very sexual core.

Sensing how close I am to cumming he whips me off him and his dripping wet pole and Mason relieves his own from my mouth too. I bite back a howl of desperation, knowing that good things come to those who wait... I think to myself “What a bloody state I must look!...” My hair feels like a wild and damp matted unruly mess. My skin is damp and glazed with perspiration. However, on catching sight of my reflection in one of the full length mirrors I’m shocked and taken aback by the pleasingly wanton reflection gazing back at me, with her reddened swollen lips, tousled hair that screams out that she’s been fucking and also her creamy undulating curves, my reflection is one to be proud of!
“Mason? Riley?... I’m so ready for you both, I need to feel you inside me, fucking me, so bad.... I feel like I’ll go mad if I don’t have you right now...Is that wrong?...” I look at them both, gauging their reactions, seeking reassurance.
“How on earth is wanting to experience your wildest fantasy for real or getting to feel ultimate physical pleasure, wrong? Lissy, honey you are a beautiful sexy woman, you know what you want so reach out and take it, grab it with both hands!...” Pulling me in for a cuddle they dispel any worries from my mind for good. The cuddle fast becomes something altogether more sexual and we kiss hard and frantically, tongues doing a violent tango over one another. Then there comes more...
Doing exactly as I had been advised and encouraged to do, I decide to literally grab the chance and both men too with both my hands. Yes! I’m going for it, I’m about to live the dream baby!....
“Come here babe...Come and slide that amazing tight pussy back onto this...” Riley is lying back on the bed, stroking his long hard shaft with his knowing hand. In his eyes I see an irresistible and unmistakable flame burning in his eyes as he draws me back to him. I take care as I envelope myself around and down onto him, a little nervous that just one vigorous downward thrust as I throw myself onto his sword, will tip me right over and into the abyss. So we start moving together, finding a sensual rhythm and soon I’m gently rocking on his cock and savouring each and every blissful burst of feeling.

Meanwhile Mason comes up behind me and strokes my back, my buttocks and the backs of my thighs with firm and confident strokes as well as littering my skin with feather-like kisses. His hands are moulded to my high round tits and he alternates between massaging my breasts and rolling my nipples finger his thumb and forefinger. The combination of his subtle touch and caress and Riley grinding my pussy so perfectly makes me eyes roll back under my lids and my head lolls back. Mason tweaks my nipples harder now, shocking me back again and when he’s satisfied the time is right he takes each one in turn to suck and bite upon, sending shooting searing heat and sexual communication right down to my well filled pussy. I feel my muscles clench and contract in such a beautiful way and Riley smiles up at me, feeling it too. “ Ohhh baby your pussy is gripping my prick so tightly, you feel so snug and perfect in there. Doesn’t she Mason?...”
Mason responds by licking and darting his tongue like needle sharp daggers up over my fleshy breasts, across my collarbone and to my neck where I feel his teeth pressing against the highly sensitive skin there. I’m making all manner of strange, guttural cries and sounds but I don’t give a fuck, for with every expression of pleasure I make both men moan in response. Words of such explicit meaning spew from my mouth, I tell both of them exactly how good this feels, how I want to feel them both stretching my anus and my pussy, how I’ll imagine they’ll be able to feel one another through the thin membrane of tissue that divides my holes and how bad I want to cum whilst they’re fucking me....

Mason’s hands have found their way between my buttocks and are now stroking my inner thighs, gathering up my arousal that’s collecting there by the bucket load. I feel him pause in his stroking then it’s back to my buttocks, smearing my wet stickiness up into my cleft before stopping again. I look at him inquiringly over my shoulder and Riley moans loudly. “Are you touching Riley too back there honey?...” I ask, hoping he’ll say yes which of course he does and tells me how he’s caressing and cupping his mate’s balls as well as sliding my moist arousal all over Riley’s balls and arse hole. This has a dramatic effect on the man I’m currently riding, I feel his dick swell further still and it lurches up against my g-spot repeatedly.
“Mmmm... my fingers are covered in your creaminess Lissy... “Mason talks to me in a low seductive tone. “ Maybe I’ll go and have another taste of that divine little pussy of yours, you taste so fucking good I could get hooked!... What do you think Ri?”
“Ohhhh....”Riley groans loudly, “Just thinking of eating your pussy makes me want to empty my balls everywhere!...Babes, I could lick and eat your pussy all day... so so nice...” He murmurs beneath me, as he too slips under the atmosphere’s erotic spell. I look over my shoulder again at Mason and I watch him as he takes his fingers in his mouth and sucks on them longingly,tasting me on his tongue before licking his lips. “ Fucking hell Lissy, you have no idea how good you taste... I need some more...” and once more he disappears behind me. I’m shocked when I feel his tongue flicking enticingly over my puckered tight arse hole. I flinch the first few times, I’m unaccustomed to this, however when he does it again with slow deliberate strokes I let myself enjoy how it feels.... It’s naughty and feels dirty, forbidden maybe but fuck, my life I want more!
“Mmmm Mason, babe that feels so....nice... You’re the first person to lick my arse you know...” I whimper as he ups the ante, dipping the very tip of his agile tongue into the firm ring of muscle. It feels hot and wet and I love the initial resistance my anus puts up before allowing him entry. It may sound strange but I’ve had anal sex before (albeit a rather clumsy and unsatisfying event on that occasion) but never felt comfortable with having my arse licking and massaged... And now, well fingered! Mason has cleverly scooped up some more of my pussy honey and used it to lube up my back passage, making it a smooth entry for his fingers that are delving and stretching my hole... Ready for another cock!....
“You like having your arse pleasured don’t you? Like having it tongued and stretched with my tongue darling?...” Mason probes then without waiting for an answer he adds, “ Just as well, cos I ain't about to stop any time soon!...” He carries on with relentless precision, worshipping my arse whilst Riley slowly grinds my sex so sweetly I feel emotional. Mason intently licks and dips into my bottom, wiggling fingers and tongue in turn inside the narrow cavity and it feels better and better, the whole forbidden theme is making me even more high with lust so when Mason starts finger-fucking my arse with 2 fingers I embrace it and revel in the erotic sensations of the two men fucking my greedy holes. His broad fingers work pussy juices into the tight space until it starts to open up nicely. The friction from Riley’s meaty cock fucking me good helps to make things more comfortable. Riley wants more involvement too and pulls me forward so that my tits are hanging in his smiling face. “Give them to me baby... Feed your tit to me, yeah that’s it... Mmmm you horny little bitch!..” He laughs when I drag my nipples back and forth over his lips snatching them away when he attempts to suck or nibble. “Are you teasing me Lissy?...Bring those nipples closer, I wanna make you squeal!...” I give in, after all it’s one of my biggest pleasures, having my tits and my nipples toyed with, especially whilst being fucked with a fat hard prick and being fingered in the arse too!

Then I feel something drop into my dilated arse hole. “I’m spitting into your arse to make sure you’re nice and wet for my cock Lissy... Mmmm it’s dribbling between your cheeks too, it looks horny as fuck from here....” Then he disappears again, I can hear him but I’m not totally sure what he’s up to, until I lift my hips and see him through my parted thighs and gasp as I witness him licking Riley’s balls and arse, engaged as he gives his close friend pleasure.
I’m feeling wild and wanton now, totally devoid of inhibitions so I ask Riley “Do you like that Riley? Does it feel good when Mason licks and sucks on those big balls of yours and your arse too whilst I’m riding your huge cock baby?...Makes my pussy twitch so much, it looks so fucking dirty and kinky, ohhh I love it!...”
A deep moan escapes Riley and again he jerks inside me. I realise that we’re morphing into a human daisy chain, a writhing mass of bodies joined as once and moving together.... Taking a deep breath Riley props himself up and pulls me to him, “ I’ll let you into a little dirty secret Lissy.... I love how tightly your cunt fits over my cock, just like a fucking latex glove!...You feel so so good... You look amazing too by the way you sexy wildcat!... And as for you Mason, you have a very wicked, wicked tongue my friend!...” I can see he’s fighting to stay in control, I too feel my stomach do somersaults as I listen to him, my orgasm is threatening to erupt very soon....

Mason tease my arse apart again, then delivers another helping of warm saliva that slithers into my waiting hole. The cleft between my buttocks is soaked now too, perfect for having my Double Penetration fantasy become a reality. I hold my breath in anticipation and apprehension as he swaps from his fingers to his cock, his engorged bell end glides up and down over my crack, a moan of delight escapes with every stroke. A gentle pressure now follows as he firmly presses his fleshy tool against the tight entry and I brace myself for his invasion, focussing instead on Riley’s cock drilling my other hole, this helps me relax enough for Mason to breach past the constricted band of muscle and into my slippery back passage. It’s painful and I grit my teeth against my arse which is stinging from being both invaded and stretched against it’s will. I’m astounded to find that with each gently thrust Mason makes in my anus, it’s getting easier, in fact it’s fast becoming rather damn hot. I gently push back and this lets me set the pace. We fall into a nice steady rhythm, Mason gripping my arse cheeks and burrowing in my arse, Riley thrust up into my wet pussy from beneath and me, well I’m like the filling in the middle - and boy am I getting filled! They’re both so considerate and I reward them by moaning loudly “That’s fucking amazing both of you.... Now I want you to really fuck me!” To show them I mean business I squirm on both their long cocks, taking them in as deep as I can, completely skewering myself and loving every second! Never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect I’d get the chance to find out what it’s like to be fucked by two guys at the same time, yet, here I am having the best fucking sex of my life!

“So....Lissy... How does it feel then to have two nice big cocks fucking you?...”Riley growls urgently as he fights against the climax that’s threatening to erupt any time. I can’t control my eyes or stop them from rolling back in my head. The whole thing is so overwhelming, so intense and erotic that I’m swept up in sensation alone, I’m rapidly losing my sense of reality and I don’t care one bit. Mason grabs at my hips and I respond by jutting my arse out and back onto his heavy swollen dick and oh how he moans and cries in pleasure at this! I gather my thoughts and manage to answer Riley. “I feel so full, both of you are stretching me to my limit...I don’t ever want it to end it feels so...fucking....good!....Is it nice for you too?...”
Between grunts and groans they both exclaim how tight I am and the most erotic of all is how they can feel each others throbbing shafts through the thin skin that separates them.
“That’s so erotic...so intense...” I stammer between thrusts. I close my eyes and visualise those two handsome cocks gliding over each other...With this image burnt into my memory forever I am finally flung furiously over the edge and I start to cum. “Arrrhhh Riley! Mason... I’m cumming! I’m cumming right now!...Ohhhh....My God!.....”
I don’t recognise the sounds coming from my own mouth, my cries and screams sound alien to me and my body is shattering into millions of tiny fragments as white hot pleasure rips through me so that I am no longer aware of my surroundings or of the physical world as I combust and erupt in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

Mason and Riley hold me tightly, supporting my body as I shake and convulse violently. I start to cry, my emotions are in turmoil and my body explodes with a second then a third orgasm. My insides seem to have been detonated by the sheer force of my climaxes and the aftershocks are only marginally less manic.
“Ohhhh...Mason...Riley....” I wail softly, as I slowly come back down to earth, my body feels so weak and wrung out after those exquisite feelings.....
My ferocious destruction has an equally fierce effect on both men too and it’s only a few minutes later that they lose their battle for control too. I manage to hold myself up and in place, my eyes closed but my senses heightened as I listen to their animalistic cries and shouts, both thrusting their cocks inside me with frantic urgency.
“I’m cumming too... Lissy ohhhh it’s cumming!....” Riley cries out in such a pained tone that somewhere in my foggy conscious I’m concerned he might be hurt. His hips buck and pump viciously and then I feel his immense load of sperm as floods into the depths of my swollen pussy. Through my orgasmic haze I manage to open my eyes and I am blessed with the sight of him; his handsome face crumpling as he lets go.
Mason tenses his entire body, his grip on my arse tightens almost painfully so but he needs me to steady him. As he plunges into my raw back passage once more I sense his prick jerking angrily inside my narrow confines, his balls slap against my backside with every last thrust. In these last few seconds he manages to grunt, “I... can’t hold it any longer Lissy!...”
“Then don’t hold back, cum for me darling!: I cry out softly to him and then glance over my shoulder at him. He looks in desperate need of release and I wonder what’s up with him.
“Where do you want me to cum sweetheart? Mmmm...” He is grinding his teeth, his jaw clenched so hard he looks like he’s about to combust!... Seeing his struggle and taking pity on the man I offer him blessed relief. “ I want you to cum inside me...Cum in my arse Mason, pump it full of cum honey....That’s it....”
He explodes instantly with a loud roar, pumping his seed into my tight hole. Then he drops weakly forward resting on my back, utterly spent.

We remain like this, a wet messy heap, all three of us breathing hard against each others damp hot skin. I am completely exhausted... I’ve never been so ravished, stretched or violated yet I’m deeply thrilled by this whole breathtaking experience. I find the energy to smile and softly giggle to myself as I lay there sandwiched between my two crazily hot lovers.
“You OK there Lissy babe?” Mason lifts up off me but keeps his softening member inside me a little while longer.
“Never been better sweetie!...” I answer brightly, I feel punch drunk.
Riley plants a kiss on my neck as he lies on his back, caught beneath us and as I gaze down at him I add, “Exceeding all expectations!...”
Mason responds by stroking my back and when we’re ready to move at last, he slowly pulls out of me first, allowing me to straighten back up. I can’t help but catch Riley’s eye and he meets my gaze, winking and smiling back at me sleepily. There’s a warm comfortable atmosphere between us, each one of us sated and thoroughly content. Like the true gentlemen they’ve been all night, they both help me up off the bed so that I can go take a shower. I marvel at the copious amounts of cum both men have left inside me as it starts to trickle out of me and over my thighs. I smile, thinking of how those fluids are a part of each of us, all mingled together as one...

Some time later we’re all lying together in the over sized king-sized bed, drifting off to sleep as dawn breaks above the city. I lie in between two warm, sexy muscular bodies, my own frame is cradled snugly in the middle. As the sky grows lighter through the huge glass penthouse windows I fall into a deep slumber, my mind musing over how it all came to pass and how things could’ve turned out. I lost my friends in the club but fate was extremely kind to me indeed, I am one lucky bitch I smile in my sleep. To think that I’d had to be persuaded to even go out clubbing in the first place! So glad I did though...So fucking glad!.... To living dangerously, always keeping a sense of adventure and taking a chance...You never know what might happen!.....

After Party at La Maison Rouge - Part 1

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 24 Oct 2012 09:56:00 +0000

Remember Lissy's adventures with two sexy strangers in "Desire on the Dancefloor"? Well, here at long last, is the sequel and believe me when I tell you... Things get even more debauched when Lissy is invited back to the penthouse suite at La Maison Rouge by Riley and Mason, the two hot strangers from the dancefloor! Let the after party commence!....

“I’m Riley by the way!” He says, extending his hand, which of course I accept and he playfully greets me by way of a chivalrous kiss on the back of my hand. A broad smile spreads over his handsome face.
“Guess we forgot our manners back there!” Riley’s friend chuckles, adding “I’m Mason, it’s a pleasure to meet you ummm...” He pauses, waiting for my reply. I can’t stop a cheeky grin of my own from forming on my lips as I realise “Oh yes, they don’t know my name either!...”
“I’m Melissa...Please, call me Lissy.” I shake Mason’s hand, noticing his firm grip, getting an instantaneous vivid flashback of the way he had grabbed my hips on the dance floor earlier.
It’s chilly outside, the night air biting against my damp skin, a total contrast to the heat back inside the club and I shiver involuntarily. “You cold, Lissy? Here, take my jacket.” Riley offers, flashing me another sexy smile that makes me tingle and fizz inside. He helps me with his coat, his fingers making the briefest contact with my bare shoulders and I shiver deliciously. My smile grows wider by the second, seriously, I cannot believe my luck! Thankfully there’s a taxi waiting at the rank and I climb inside with my two new found companions, glad of the warm confines of the cab. I nestle between both men on the back seat and get a sudden rush from their close proximity and the sweet anticipation of what’s in store... It doesn’t take long before desire starts to pulsate between my legs once more and bang on cue, Mason’s hand finds it’s way onto my naked thigh, bringing with it a further barrage of wicked shudders. We’re pretty subdued, engrossed in each other rather than in polite conversation. As Mason trails his masterful fingers along my legs, Riley follows suit, nudging my chin so I’m facing him. “God... He’s hot!...” I secretly think to myself and not for the first time tonight I might add. He leans in close and kisses me, teasing my lips with his own at first before applying some heat. Meanwhile, Mason deploys one hand up to my breast and plays with it’s aching nipple through the flimsy gauze of my top. I sigh softly as both men caress me. I could not give a flying fuck or care less about the taxi driver who’s sneaking furtive glances at us in his rear view mirror. I smile inwardly as it occurs to me that maybe he’s getting hard watching us...

Before I know it, the car pulls up and Riley pulls away so that he can pay the fare. I step out of the taxi realising where we are and exclaim “You’re staying here?” We’ve only gone and pulled up outside “Maison Rouge” the city’s most uber cool boutique hotel.
“We sure are doll, hope you approve?” Mason smirks knowing full well I do, judging by the daft grin that’s now plastered all over my face. We ascend the grand stone steps to the even grander brass doors of the hotel. I’m feeling something akin to child-like glee as we glide inside and into the marble foyer. “This has got to be too good to be true, surely?...” I ask myself, half expecting to wake up from this awesome dream.
“Would you like a drink in the bar first?” Mason enquires, “Or we have a well stocked mini bar up in our suite if you’d prefer Lissy?” I tell him I’m happy with either, I’m too entranced by my surroundings. If I didn’t know better I could easily have believed I’d stepped into the Twilight Zone! Riley suggests we go straight upstairs to their suite... Which in actual fact turns out to be the penthouse at the very top of the hotel. Once over the threshold, I stare wide-eyed around me at my lavish open plan surroundings.
“Make yourself at home Lissy, don’t be shy babe!” Riley ushers me into the living area.
“Wow!... This place is amazing!...” I reply, drinking in the opulence of the place. I accept the offer of a drink gratefully, happy that my earlier intoxication has dissipated. I’m now very much in need of a stiff drink to steady my nerves. Mason gives me a tall crystal glass and I take a healthy hit, savouring the warmth of Jack Daniels as it slides down my throat with ease.

Relaxing back onto the plush corner settee, I gaze across at the two men, then over to the floor to ceiling glass windows and the spectacular panoramic view of the city skyline. Mason and Riley join me and we chat for a little while. The sexual tension literally crackles in the air around us and I lick my lips subconsciously.
“Mmmm...” Riley purrs, his eyes watching me intently. My pussy responds to his gaze, throbbing relentlessly and without thinking I squeeze my thighs together tightly, trying to repress the urge to pounce on him.
“What?...” I smile, practically batting my eyelashes at him coquettishly.
“You, that’s what! You really are sexy as hell and the way you licked your lips just then... “ Riley tells me, his voice soft, his eyes dancing.
“I agree completely with Riley.” Mason shifts round to face me fully, his knees grazing mine. “You exude sex appeal darling.” He wears a wolfish expression, his smiling lips tempt me and his eyes are as dark as coal. I giggle a little self-consciously, waving off their compliments and I feel my cheeks flush pink.
“I’m just me guys! What you see is what you get.” I take another long sip of my bourbon and I soon feel myself loosening up nicely. I can feel my courage returning so I ask them both “ So, why me? What made you approach me?” Mason and Riley look at each other incredulously then back at me. “You really need to ask?” Riley raises an eyebrow.
“You’re both gorgeous, you could’ve had your pick of any woman in that club...” I trail off to finish my drink which is swiftly replenished in a fresh glass.
“You stood out from everybody else, you were dancing so provocatively, in such an alluring manner without even realising it...” Mason explains, his voice is husky as he talks and I cannot drag my eyes from his. He bends down and kisses me deeply. I give in to the fierce lust I’m experiencing right now. His hands part my thighs, then my plump pussy lips and I gasp as his fingertips make contact with my clitoris.
“Jeez, she’s so wet Riley... Come and see...” He spreads me open with steady hands and Riley bends his head to take a look for himself.
“God yeah... That’s a beautiful sight. Lissy, you’re so creamy and wet...” Riley lowers himself down onto the thick carpet, sitting between my legs, close enough to examine my exposed and most intimate parts.
“Your clit is incredibly hard too... Good enough to eat...” Mason’s voice is a low growl, thick with lust. Riley looks up at me from his vantage point. My nerves from earlier are fast evaporating with each tentative touch and observation they’re both making. It’s a damn struggle to remain quiet and composed as they begin to explore my hyper-sensitive slit. My pulse seems to go into overdrive, hammering wildly in my chest and all my senses are on high alert.

Mason lowers his head between my trembling legs and as his hot breath floats over my pussy, my hips gently buck upwards in response. Riley occupies himself by holding my glistening folds open wide, enabling his friend to lap away, tongue unhindered.
“Ohh...” is all I can manage to whisper as Mason works my engorged bud into a frenzy with his agile tongue and just when I think I can stand no more he sinks it inside my sweetness. He thrusts it deep into my now twitching cunt, over and over, setting my body alight. I look down and watch Riley as he takes my erect clit between his teeth, rocking his head gently from side to side before clamping his beautiful lips onto it. I cry out and I hardly recognise my own voice it’s so raw and carnal. What they are doing to me right now is fucking amazing! Just the very sight of the two men devouring my sex has me in raptures, especially when their hot busy mouths graze against one another’s. I moan as I watch their tongues glide over me, then each other, then back to me. “This is mind blowing...” I scream inside my head, my eyes rolling closed.
I open my eyes again and see that my legs are now propped open, I’m spread wide apart and I’m feeling every inch the dirty bitch as the pair feast on me until they induce a fiercely hard fast cum that I don’t stand any chance of restraining. “Fuck! Yes!...” I’m shrieking, moaning loudly with each violent convulsion of pleasure that literally tears through my body...
“Feel good babe?...” Riley asks me, running his tongue over my inner thigh. His cheeks, chin and lips are soaked in my juices and I nod slightly, trying to catch my breath and gather up my loose hair off my damp neck.
“That’s just the beginning Lissy, do you think you handle us for the night?” Mason stands and helps me up. I never could resist a challenge so I answer him with confidence, “ You’re damn right I can, bring it on!”
“That a girl!” Riley smiles up at me, kneeling at my feet and licking his lips seductively. I compose myself quickly, greedily swallowing another freshly poured JD and Coke. “So, you’ll stay with us all night?...” He asks tentatively and I’m struck by his hopefully expression. How could I turn him down? I couldn’t even if I wanted to...Which I certainly don’t want to!
“Try stopping me fellas! Besides if that was for starters, I’m dying to find out what else you got on the menu!” With this I giggle and shake my bum at them teasingly. Something about these two hot guys turns me on like nothing before, I am thrilled to the core to be here with them both and if you think I’m going to up and leave before the real fun begins then you’re very much mistaken!

I stretch my body languidly, fully aware that this action flatters my long trim frame. My long hair tumbles loosely over my bare shoulders and I feel like a million dollars, all thanks to their attention. “Would it be ok if I go and freshen up a little?” I ask them politely.
“Of course it is Lissy! In fact why don’t I go and run you a bath?” Mason kindly offers, already heading off to the bathroom. Riley is choosing some music to put on and I take the chance to appraise him some more. I clap my hands together and exclaim “Oh, good choice babe!” I hear familiar beats again. “You must be a mind reader!...”
He gestures me over to where he’s standing by a very state of the art sound system that wouldn’t look out of place on a spaceship. I notice that he’s not only choosing CDs but he’s also cutting up a large heap of white powder on a silver tray. He looks up at me quickly as I brush against him. “Hope you don’t mind Lissy?...” He points at it with his credit card, his eyes are fixed on mine, his gaze is unwavering and I can see how blue they are.
“Pffft hardly! I’m far from an angel...” My hand instinctively strokes his arm, his muscular bicep very pleasing to the touch.
“Well, I didn’t like to assume... Here, do you fancy a line gorgeous girl?”
“Why not? You’re being very good to me Riley, I feel spoilt!”
“We wouldn’t have it any other way Lissy. After all, tonight is all about you... A woman like you deserves to spoilt and appreciated...Come over to the table, we’ll do it on there eh?”
Riley places the silver tray onto the smoked glass table top and proceeds to roll up a crisp banknote. “Ladies first... But first...” He moves in close and kisses me passionately, stirring up my insides wildly as his lips claim mine.
“Mmm Riley... You have no idea how badly you turn me on...” I murmur breathlessly, my lips brushing his ear. It’s true. I’m most attracted to him out of the two of them, he’s every bit my type. But as Mason returns to join us I find myself thinking about how appealing he is too; he’s got that dark, sexy brooding look about him and such virile self confidence under his cool exterior. I find him intriguing; mysterious and unpredictable, perhaps a little dangerous too.

I bend over the silver tray and snort the fine white powder sharply up my nose. It burns initially but then the exciting rushes take over. I’m fast feeling the buzz from the coke which tells me it’s decent gear. “I see you’re a party girl Lis? So glad you’re on our wave length too. I reckon it’s going to be a wild night, yeah, I’m getting a very good feeling about you indeed...” Mason smiles his wolfish grin again then takes his turn, hoovering up his line without hesitation before going to the sound system and starting the track from the beginning again. “I missed the start...Sound familiar sweetheart?...”
I can’t help but smile as I recall my earlier euphoria in the club as the music swallowed me up whole. “It’s my tune...” I answer dreamily and I sway my hips back and forth to the heavy bassline. “Makes me feel so fucking hot everytime I hear it...” Both men take a seat at the ornate glass table and watch me. Mason skillfully cuts up more lines of coke and Riley leans back in his chair, visibly enjoying the show.
“Like what you see?...” I ask brazenly. I can feel the cocaine surging through my bloodstream and my naughty dark side comes out to play. Tonight I’m setting it loose and free to run riot.
“Dance for us again Lissy...” Riley asks softly and as I gaze over at him I notice his lips are parted ever so slightly, his chest rising and falling as his breath quickens. Mason too is staring right at me expectantly. “Fuck it...Why the hell not?...” I think to myself and after taking another line I happily oblige, running my hands seductively over my body as I roll my hips back and forth.

“Did you enjoy watching me dance at the club tonight boys?...” My voice has taken on a husky wanton tone and I bite my bottom lip as I grind and undulate my arse gratuitously for my private audience.
“Fuck yes, Lissy. But this private show is even hotter...” Riley answers me without hesitation, his voice is heavy with desire, confirmed by the huge bulge straining in his jeans. Following my gaze, he responds by lazily stroking his denim clad hardness, teasing me wonderfully.
“It has to be said, you’re one horny girl darling. Mmmm, very good. Now let’s see what you got under that top!...” Mason is getting steadily more animated, “The coke’s obviously relaxing him too...” I muse happily. I slowly slide the straps off my bronzed silky shoulders and my top is swiftly discarded. My round firm tits are on full show and I feel so liberated, so aroused. I hear Mason and Riley chuckle and growl their appreciation, both smiling in the most filthiest manner and this only serves to fuel my wild streak further. I’m making a real show of bending over the glass table as I snort another generous line. My disgracefully short skirt rides up to reveal my smooth bare pussy and taut arse and I know my legs look hot thanks to the killer heels I’m wearing tonight. “Guess that’s why they call them Fuck-Me-Shoes!...” Mason remarks, clearly noting my choice of footwear. The absence of knickers gives me an extra wicked thrill, I feel their hungry eyes gorging on the sight of me bending over for their visual pleasure as I rotate my hips and arse round and around in the air. “Jesus Christ...” Riley mutters, taking a sharp intake of breath and I reward them both by subtly parting my legs. My labia parts a fraction and I relish the cool air against my burning sex.
“You’ve got such a sweet arse baby, what a fucking view!...” Mason hoarsely pays me a genuine compliment, his cool measured persona starting to crack!
I stand up straight now and play with the hem of my skirt, allowing brief glimpses of what’s underneath. I’m finally ready to step out of my favourite skirt and I unzip it letting it slide down to the carpet, pooling at my ankles. I step out of it and at last I’m naked, all except for my heels. I’m totally getting off on their undivided attention, the rhythmic house music pulsing from the speakers and the fantastic freedom I feel from shedding my clothes.
Without having to think about what to do next, my fingers instinctively tease and pluck at my nipples and I toss my hair over my shoulders out of the way. I keep my hips swaying as I arch my back with every tweak I assault my bullet hard nipples with. I’m painfully aware of the slick fluids dribbling from my pussy and I can practically hear my molten slit screaming to be touched again. Listening to my body’s animal desires, I saunter to where Mason and Riley are sitting, getting close enough for them to reach out and touch me... However I taunt them (and myself too!) by evading their every attempt and I dance just out of range until they draw their hands away again, before I resume my wicked teasing all over again....

The track ends, a new tunes starts up and I curtsy to their loud applause. I am instantly rewarded with another line and an ice cold drink that quenches my thirsty mouth. I’m so wired right now, I’m practically bursting with salacious energy! But first I want to have my bath, I need to spruce up a little. “Help yourself to whatever you need sweetheart.” calls Riley as I head off to explore the palatial bathroom.
“Fucking. Hell!” I squeal gleefully when my eyes clap sight of a gigantic sunken bath that’s completely tiled in intricate mosaic designs. There are dozens of lit candles all along the sides and around the bathroom which if truth be known is bigger than my entire flat put together! The water is laced with luxuriant sensual oils and their scent fills the room with such a heady fragrance. I’m feeling so happy inside at the knowledge that Mason has done all this for me! This whole night has been so surreal, and it’s still early... I slip off my heels and carefully climb into the deep bath, sinking into the warm silky water without hesitation. Euphoria bursts from within, I’m laughing out loud in sheer delight! I’m lying here, in a bath that is surely heaven sent, feeling every inch a princess! I don’t regret taking the risk and coming back to La Maison Rouge, no way Jose, not one iota. Ten minutes pass and I want some company so I call out to Mason and Riley to come and join me. They don’t argue, in fact quite the reverse, both men quickly shed their clothes and all I can do is gawp at 1st one, then the other... As I openly stare at their naked bodies, my mouth waters with undiluted lust and need. I’m a fucking lucky girl tonight, that’s for sure!
Once they’re both in the bath with me I sigh happily, “This is heavenly guys, so perfect. Thank you both!” My daft grin returns deliriously and is met with equally fruity smiles from the boys.
“Whatever the lady desires, the lady shall have.” Mason strokes my arm then reaches for the silver tray and holds it out to me whilst Riley puts the rolled up note to my nostril and I take another hit. I let out another soft sigh as I revel in the delectable sensations that are coursing through my entire being.
“Let us wash you Lissy...” Riley speaks softly as he reaches for an expensive looking bottle of body wash. “Be my guests!... You’re spoiling me you two... I hope you’ll let me repay the favour somehow?...” My eyes are half closed, I could lie here forever, it’s that good.
“Like I said, it’s all about you baby... Your pleasure is our pleasure...” Riley murmurs, his words so sexual and enticing.

What happens next is, without doubt, the most sensual experience I’ve ever had in my life. The two men begin to tenderly and meticulously soap my entire body, caressing and stroking with their hands as they sweep a lather over my skin. They’re working in unison, no inch of me is left untouched by these wonderful gentlemen. Finally, when my body is clean they move to my most sensitive place between my thighs. I have never felt so pampered or so wanted... Result!
It takes a little while but eventually they cave in (after some gentle persuasion and pouting on my part) and permit me to wash their cocks for them. I’m far from disappointed, as I discover they both have nice thick, solid members... Just the kind I like and I cannot wait to get my hands on them both. I take my time, savouring the feel of Mason in my left hand, Riley in my right and I stroke each turgid length with my palms and fingers. The silky skin of their shafts feels magnificent to my touch and I am overjoyed at the sense of empowerment with their every reaction; each moan, every twitch. Being in control allows me to study each man some more: both are incredibly attractive, with toned well groomed bodies. Mason’s olive skin looks so good, a pleasing contrast to Riley’s golden tanned complexion. I openly admire them, because I can. Something else that suprises and arouses me, is just how comfortable they are with one another and their nakedness.... As I move between them, we share a lingering and sensual three-way kiss which is another first for me. Then I watch incredulously, flurries of butterflies scattering around inside my stomach, white hot desire searing my mind and body, as they lean in and kiss one another gently. I can’t believe my eyes... Mmm the sight of Mason and Riley kissing, their tongues entwined, it’s so taboo and so jaw-droppingly arousing at the same time. Even more so when I still have their throbbing cocks in my grasp and I watch in awe, storing every minute detail to memory....

The silver tray is passed my way again and I accept without even blinking; my conscience has packed up and fucked right off! At this point I’m determined to live for the moment, screw the angel perched upon my left shoulder, I’m favouring the little devil on my right instead. I stand up and rivulets of shimmering oily water cascade down my body. I climb out of the bath and wrap myself in the fluffiest of white towels then sit on the side. I freely tell them how much I enjoy watching them kiss, I speak with ease and without embarrassment, I may be high but I know exactly what I’m saying and I relish in being able to articulate my thoughts, feelings and especially my deepest desires to them.
“It looks so natural and right... Most men would run a mile before contemplating even getting within an inch of another bloke! Then again, you’re hardly what I’d class as ‘Most Men’!” I giggle naughtily at this despite myself. Mason smiles lazily, “Does it get you off Lissy?”
“Mmm, now there’s the understatement of the century!...” I sigh and bite my bottom lip subconsciously.
“Well there’s a good reason why it looks so natural, gorgeous...” He starts then looks over at Riley for approval. There was me thinking Mason was the Alpha Male! “Oh really? Do tell!...” I urge them to spill the beans, my interest is well and truly piqued now!
“We know each other really well. In every sense babe...” Riley explains, “We’ve been close mates since... Well since forever really.”
“When you say ‘in every sense’....” I ask them, my eyes getting wider by the second as I wait for the answer.
“Every sense Lissy.” Mason says with purpose, “We’re both comfortable with intimacy and have been for a long time.”
“Forgive me for asking but... Are you both bisexual or are you actually together?” I’m utterly enthralled by this new revelation, not to mention getting hotter by the second.
“We’re not gay but yes we are bi, with each other, when the mood is right. Hope that doesn’t put you off us Lissy?...”
“Christ no! Honestly? I’m fascinated, you guys are such dark horses... I love it!...” I answer truthfully because ultimately, I’m excited at the steamy prospects and possibilities this could bring.
“Phew! Thank God we haven’t scared you off! Now that would be a tragedy!” Mason smiled lopsidedly whilst helping himself to a line off the silver tray.
“We both find your open-minded attitude extremely attractive babe, you sealed the deal in that department tonight in the club!...” Riley chuckles sexily at my raised eyebrow, adding “That’s a compliment by the way, we both sensed that you’d be on our level and by that I mean adventurous, open minded and just as filthy as me and him! Looks like taking a risk paid off for us... So glad you took a chance too baby...”
I am hugely flattered by this, not just the compliments but that they went out on a limb too... “So ummm...” I venture, “Maybe you can help me to fulfill a few of my darkest desires? If of course you’re both adventurous enough?”
“Now that sounds like a challenge to me mate, what do you reckon Mason?” Riley puffs out his chest in mock bravado but the desire in his eyes doesn’t escape me and my insides melt uncontrollably. “What say we take her up on it, play her at her own game!”
Mason, who’s been listening to our exchange with amusement, replies “How could we ever refuse such an enticing challenge from such a sultry young lady Ri? Just say the word darling, that’s if you think you can handle a night with me and my good friend here!...” He laughs heartily, “ Although I reckon Lissy will give as good as she gets!...”

With a wickedly salacious smile playing on my lips, my adrenaline pumps fiercely through my veins, my aching pussy grows ever wetter and I know there and then... We’re about to get this party well and truly started!

None the Wiser

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 21 Sep 2012 16:20:00 +0000

Della had finally had enough. She no longer lived but merely existed. In her late forties she was far from past her sell by date but she couldn't help suppress the panic and despair she felt at the thought that this was it, this is as good as life got. She’d married young, to a then handsome man called Peter and for a while they’d been happy together, the epitome of Love Young’s Dream. Years passed, they had children; the children grew up and moved away and with their departure went the love and desire from their relationship. It seemed as if over night her husband had lost all virility, turning into an old man before her eyes. She was no spring chicken herself but she had always made the effort, tried to look good. But for what? Peter certainly wasn't interested anymore. They didn't even sleep in the same room these days let alone make love.
Sadly Della felt like she was withering away, she may as well have turned celibate… Yet there was another underlying fear and that was at the overwhelming urges that threatened to boil over and spill out from her. Dark urges, utterly debauched and dirty, ones that she could never share with Peter. So she went about her day to day drab existence, trying to block it all out until one day she caught sight of herself in the mirror and she knew it had to change.

The club was a seedy dive on the outskirts of the city, a place she hoped she would never bump into anyone she knew. Nerves churned her stomach making her want to heave but, taking a deep breath she walked purposefully from where her taxi had dropped her and towards the club’s entrance; a dark dank doorway. The stench of sweat and stale cigarette smoke hit her as she braved a dark corridor, hearing loud music up ahead. “Now or never.” She told herself. She was here to find men. Not just one man but a group if she was lucky. Standing rather conspicuously by the crumby bar, it wasn't long before a tall, heavy-set man approached her, moving to her like a predator, sniffing at her as he did so. Della flinched, not sure if out of fear or excitement, as his beer saturated breath slapped her in the face. Despite her disgust, she could not disguise the familiar pulse emanating from between her thighs. He wasted no time asking what it was she was looking for in such a club.
She told him in hushed tones and he looked at her for the briefest of moments before giving a nod and instructing her to go and wait outside at the back of the club. As he sloped off back into the shadows she turned swiftly on her heel, doing as she was told.

She found her way outside and gratefully stepped into the night air only to be met with another unpleasant odor of piss. Still she edged past upturned beer crates and debris and found a dark wet corner to wait in. The whole time she was battling with her urges and her conscience but before she had chance to back out she heard footsteps approaching her. Out of the shadows came dark figure after dark figure, at least eight men in all. They circled her, fencing her in like a caged animal. Without a word each man unzipped his flies and pulled out a cock, until she was confronted with a wall of dicks all of varying lengths and fatness. A few of them were slapped against her face, pushed into her hair and she could smell their unmistakable musky odours all around her.
“Don’t just look at them, suck them bitch.” Came the brusque order followed by another stinging slap across her cheek. Hesitantly she ventured forward, craning her neck but before she knew it a heavy hand grabbed her hair savagely, jerking her mouth onto one of the many cocks. The man began to fuck her face hard, forcing his member right into the back of her throat making her gag and heave on it. Strings of saliva oozed down his cock and he laughed mirthlessly as he fucked her some more. She was aware of the other men all around her, sensing their hands pumping on their cocks as they watched on. Again her head was pulled and another prick slammed into her face, thicker than the last. It felt like her lips were going to tear as the man crammed his entirety inside. The men were grunting and groaning as they watched and waited their turn to face- fuck her mercilessly.

Some of the cocks tasted vile, unwashed and unkempt making her want to throw up but the need to have them violate her was too strong and she went through them all, each time feeling her mouth and throat pounded roughly until she thought she would pass out.
“Yeah that’s it you whore, take it all.” groaned one man, “Deep throat me cunt.” Spat another. Della had no choice. The whole time she felt her pussy spilling endless amounts of creamy juice out and over her thighs. Her clit was beyond hard and pleaded for her to touch it. Her hair was wet with sweat and spit and pre-cum, makeup smeared all over her face.
Then the men eased off and stood in their circle Della on her knees in front of them on the hard stone floor. She couldn't clearly see their faces in the dark but she could see them wanking their cocks faster now, hear their breathing becoming thick and fast. She could hold back no longer and sank all her fingers deep inside her sopping wet cunt, crying out with pain and pleasure as she did so, fucking herself hard watching the men intently and waiting for their cum.
It wasn't long before one by one the men began to shoot great streams of hot cum all over her. Grunting above her they wanked and shook their spunk so it rained down soaking her hair, dribbling down her face and front, over her clothes. Feeling the copious jets of milky cum all over her was too much for Della and the force at which she orgasm-ed caused her to lose her balance and fall back. The men laughed at the stupid whore lying on the floor rolling around in filth and jizz before zipping themselves back up and without any further conversation they left her there returning to their beers.

Although totally defiled, Della was utterly sated. Picking herself shakily up from the dirty concrete she did what she could to compose herself and hurriedly left the sleazy hole.
She was grateful to catch a cab without having to wait at the curb, now self conscious at her bedraggled appearance. Finally she was home and letting herself in quietly she crept upstairs to shower before bed, leaving a snoring Peter sprawled out on the sofa...None the wiser.

Daddy Discipline Part III - Double Trouble!

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 21 Sep 2012 04:54:00 +0000

Part III of Daddy's special punishment regime!...

“Just look at them, flaunting themselves like dirty little whores...” He growls under his breath. He spys on her through the venetian blinds, his girl with her slutty best friend, cavorting on the lawn without a care in the world. He watches intently as the two girls chase each other on the grass, all sky-larking and high pitched laughter, observing them; scantily clad in summer bikinis and outrageously short frilly skirts. Their slender young bodies brush against each other as they shamelessly horse around. He frowns as she grabs the garden hose and aims the spray at her companion, soaking her instantly. More hysterical laughter floats down the garden and through his study window, the sound making him bristle at such wanton behaviour. In his opinion their antics were inappropriate; attracting unwanted attention from the gardeners, the hired help.
“Must nip this in the bud...” He decides but not before feasting his beady eyes back on the girls once more as they wrestle for the hose...
They are supposed to be upstairs studying, not frolicking and this stokes his disapproval. It’s gone quiet he realises.Too quiet and he doesn’t like it one little bit. “What is that disobedient girl up to now?...”

Swiftly he leaves the study and makes his way outside to the summer house. Through the grimy window pane he is stunned by what he sees before him. The two girls are entwined, all glistening wet limbs, panting, pert barely concealed breasts touching. He takes great care not to reveal himself. He grows very stiff, an instant reaction to seeing them kissing and fondling one another in the seclusion of his summer house. He regains his composure, knows he has a duty, his stern disciplinarian persona alerting him to such despicable behaviour. Behaviour he knows is appalling. Surely he has strictly instilled higher moral values into his young girl? Yet here she is...
He makes his grand entrance, the wooden door to the summer house flies open, slamming loudly with the force. The two reprobates jump out of their naked damp skin and jump apart like two scalded cats; fear plainly visible on their flushed faces. They’ve been caught well and truly in the act.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” His voice is measured, icy calm in fact. This instills more fear into the girls, a fact he inwardly delights in. “You!...” He points at the friend and she stammers frantically, grasping at her her bikini top, desperately trying to cover herself up.
“I...I...We...Umm!...” With a meek voice she trembles anxiously.
“Well, come on, spit it out child! What the hell do you both think you’re doing in here?”
His young beauty ventures forth, trying to divert his scathing stare away from her panic stricken friend. “We weren’t doing anything wrong... I swear!...”
He shoots her a look that warns her to stay quiet. “I asked your dirty little girlfriend here, not you, so keep your mouth shut.” His voice booms into the confined space of the wooden building. It suddenly feels stiflingly hot, he feels beads of perspiration bead on his forehead.
“I’m... I’m sorry Sir...”
“Sorry? Oh dear. I’m afraid that is not good enough. I want to know exactly what is going on in here. Now, please do me the decency of giving me a full explanation.”

The friend starts to cry softly, humiliation staining her full cheeks a deep wine colour.
“It would seem that you obviously have no idea how a young girl should behave.” His imposing frame almost fills the hut, looming down on the two girls. “I will not accept nor tolerate such dirty antics. You of all people should know this.” He points his thick finger accusingly at his girl.
“Yes Daddy... I do... It’s all my fault, we were just playing...” She valiantly takes the fall for their cavorting.
“Do your parents know you behave in such a disreputable manner young lady? That instead of studying, you choose to fool around instead? I’d be interested to know what their views are.” He turns back to the friend, “Because they will hear all about your little escapades here this afternoon.”
At hearing this threat, the friend grows ever more fearful. “ Oh no, please don’t tell them!” She pleads with the man but to no avail. He is in full swing now. “Prancing around, near naked, like two young whores drawing vile and lecherous attention to yourselves. No, I’m sorry but such behaviour has consequences and must be dealt with immediately.” He casts cold stern eyes over them both now, relishing in the frightened hush, the atmosphere palpable. “I do not want my young girl here associating with wayward sluts, which I assume you must be...” He muses for a moment, eyeing the friend with chilling intent, drinking in her tear stained cheeks and trembling frame. His girl hangs her head in shame.

“I can either inform your parents child or you will agree not to remain friends from this moment on. Yes, of right now you must not continue this repulsive friendship. Is that understood?”
She exclaims in disbelief, “But Daddy! We’re best of friends, you surely cannot ask us to break up!”
Her impertinent outburst angers him and he growls viciously “Silence!.. So what is it to be? I’m waiting.” Both girls are now sobbing, utterly distraught. He lets them stew for a long moment, enjoying their acute discomfort.
“I suppose there is an alternative option.” He finally breaks the silence, his voice low and conspiratory. He feels thrilled by the way he has them both in the palm of his hand. They look up at him expectantly. “You both need to be taught a lesson. Take your punishment graciously and I shall turn a blind eye this time. I will not inform your Mother and Father just what a brazen little heathen their daughter is.”
Another tense moment passes and the girls hold their breath, waiting anxiously to hear what fate awaits them. “You abused my home girls. Instead of studying your books as you were told to do so, you chose to disregard my instructions. That in itself is unacceptable. But to be found practically molesting one another in full view of the hired help, not to mention groping each other in here...Well it beggars belief. I need to decide on a fitting reprimand for this outrage.”
He steps back into the doorway now with a parting command. “Compose yourselves and only when you’ve made yourselves presentable, report to my study. Do you hear?”
“Yes Sir...”
“Yes Daddy...” The girls mumble their replies, wondering which is worse: parental involvement or... Well that’s just it, they don’t know what his punishment will entail.

In his study once more, he drains his crystal tumbler of whiskey and pours himself another generous measure. “Damn girls...” He justifies his drink, his nerves are jarred by their deplorable actions. He controls his quickening heartbeat, suppressing the rapid flow of blood to his penis... For now at least. They arrive at his door a short while later, both sheepish and timid. “Just the way they should be.” He thinks to himself self-righteously.

Before reporting to the study, his girl reassures her friend. “If we do as he says perhaps he won’t be too awful.” she says of her step-father. “Try and please Daddy and he’ll go easier on us.” She bites her bottom lip, knowing her words are for her own reassurance too.
“Enter!” he barks at them and they stand straight-backed with their hands clasped in front of them.
“So, have you decided what it’s to be girls?” He sets his drink down, his face emotionless, fingers tapping impatiently on the desk.
She nods “ Yes Sir...”
“Tell me what you’ve decided for Heaven’s sake!” His roar startles them and the friend manages to stutter, “Please Sir... We’ll take our punishment as we deserve.” She hopes to appease him and he nods curtly, already approving of their subdued demeanor.
“Today’s lesson....” He pauses for effect. “Will be extremely intensive due to the nature of your misdemeanors today. You are to pay close attention and do exactly as I instruct you to do. Is that perfectly clear?” Both girls nod solemnly.

He lets his lascivious gaze roam over their bodies, feeling arousal bubbling in his loins. “Due to your mutual fascination with each other’s intimate anatomy, it seems fitting that we begin there.” He stands up now and moves towards them. “Such flimsy material, leaves nothing to a man’s red blooded imagination.” He pokes at the scanty bikini tops and in doing so, the friend’s breasts slip from their fabric hammocks. “My point exactly. Look! not one modicum of modesty and no shame.” He stares hard at the small firm mounds, his mouth watering. He then instructs his girl to help her friend out of the offending swimwear. The friend is visibly alarmed and tries to cover her breasts with her crossed arms. “No point in pretense at this stage in the game Madam. Lower your arms please.” Step-daughter shoots a pleading look at her companion and the girl feels obliged to obey. “Now my dear, you’re to do the same.” He gestures for her to follow suit. With shaking hands, the friend fumbles with the ties of his step-daughters bikini. Now both sets of perky young tits are on full display.
“Now, seeing as you both share such avid interest in each other’s breasts, I want to see you touch them properly.” The girls share startled looks but proceed anyway, both rubbing their chests awkwardly. He lets out a sharp laugh before chastising them. “Each other’s I meant, you silly fools! I am going to watch you stroke each other. Now stop time wasting.”
Tentatively, they begin to caress one another in an awkward fashion, humiliation coming off them in waves. “Put some bloody effort into for God’s sake! You had no difficulty whatsoever in the summer house so you can damn well do it now!”
Feeling scared the girls set about massaging and touching each other. He is most pleased at the sight of their pink nipples, erect little buds growing harder with each touch. “That’s very good, see how capable you both are?”

He sits back behind his grand mahogany desk, mainly to conceal his bulging erection. “Ok, so now you know how to manipulate your breasts. Now for something a little more challenging. Remove your skirts please, if that's what you call them... Come on, slide them down now.”
They obey submissively, their hearts hammering, afraid of what he will ask of them next. Thoughtfully he appraises them, shaking his head in contempt. “ Such fine examples of young beauty, yet you choose to flaunt your bodies so cheaply. Do you have any inkling about what lies between those slender legs? Either of you?” he demands. Step-daughter stares at the floor whilst her friend vigorously shakes her head in denial. “No...No Sir...”
“As I thought. It’s a small mercy that I intervened when I did, before you got yourself into deeper trouble. I have no choice, I must educate you both... Now, remove your panties, you must be naked. This lesson depends on it.” His voice is so serious, filling the girls with unease.
“But...But...” The friend attempts a protest which is rapidly squashed by his icy glare.
“Do as I say, or you will learn the hard way my girl.”
Step-daughter softly persuades the other girl to peel her briefs down to her ankles, quickly squeezing her hand to offer comfort.

“Let me take a closer look...” He sidles up between their nubile bodies now, aware of their close proximity. He can smell the sun lotion on their skin and their damp tousled hair. Arousal is steadily building from within him. He clears his throat then rests his hands on the smalls of their backs, propelling them together. “Stroke each other. Do it now... Like this...”
He demonstrates on his step-daughter his thick fingers tracing downwards until he skims her navel. “Well go on, get on with it!”
They finally do as they’re told, gently stroking and exploring with light touches. To his secret delight he sees both girls are flushed pink, their facial expressions seem to transform from fear to something else altogether.
“Describe to me exactly how that feels please.”
“Umm...” His step-daughter begins. “It kind of tickles... It’s soft...”
“Ok, what about you girl, how does it feel?” He urges the friend to speak.
“Well....It feels gentle...” She tries self-consciously.
“What else? Come on, describe it for me, pay attention to what you’re doing!...” Shaking his head in exasperation he reaches forward to clasp a petite firm mound in each of his hands. The friend giggles nervously despite herself and she bites her lip. “Well... It feels all tingly... I feel warm...”
“Carry on both of you. Move your fingers lower now, let them explore. Acquaint yourselves with your bodies. What can you feel? What do you see?” He is every bit the lecturer, the school master, completely absorbed in their learning, despite their clumsy actions. How good they both look as they stand before him.
“I’m nearly touching her... private parts...” Step-daughter murmurs softly.
“Do you mean her pussy? Say it. What are your fingers touching my dear?” He almost slurs his words to which she blushes furiously, whilst her fingertips graze over her friend’s pubic mound. She feels the soft downy hair down there and under long eyelashes she looks up at him as she speaks. “ I’m touching her pussy Sir...”
“That’s my girl, very good. Now I want you to tell me what you have discovered too.” He urges the friend to speak.
“It’s... Her pussy Sir, it’s really nice and smooth. Mine has hair down there...”
He half smiles at this revelation. “You will learn that everyone is different young lady. I must say, I am most pleased by your intimate parts....But I digress. The next exercise. You will explore between those pink fleshy folds. I want you to learn what it feels like inside a pussy. Don’t look so wide eyed and innocent. It will not wash with me.” He takes complete control now. “ I know fine well that you have touched each other inside, haven’t you? Don’t lie to me now.”

They lower their eyes and nod in admission. “ Now my dear girl, I want you to get your friend here to sit in my chair... OK, now part her legs. Let’s not hide what lies between your thighs.”
He instructs his step-daughter to kneel on the floor between the other’s legs, telling her how to open up the delicate plump folds of the girl’s wet pussy.
“Do you know what a clitoris is?” He asks in a steady voice, looking from one girl to another, his eyebrow raised. Both girls try to stifle nervous giggles. “I’m not sure Daddy... Please could you show me?...” His pulse speeds up at her response but with steady hands he guides her fingers between the fleshy folds until they happen on a tiny erect nub.
“That, my dear, is a clitoris. See how I stroke it with my fingers? Now you try.”
Following his demonstration, she rubs at the clit softly and is startled by the way it hardens under her touch. She stares up at her friend who is fidgeting and sighing with every stroke.
He too gazes at the girl, entranced by the way her pale bottom squirms on his leather chair. “Describe how it feels.” He orders, his eyes glued to the juicy slit in front of him.
“It’s strange...but... it feels nice...” The friend manages to gasp hoarsely. He merely nods and allows them to continue a while longer before giving his next set of instructions. “I want you to slide one of your fingers into her opening. It’s OK, it won’t hurt her. See how wet her pussy looks?” He points out the creamy secretions that are rapidly coating the girl’s pussy lips.

The atmosphere is changing dramatically. Both girls focus intently on the exercise he has set them.
“It’s really wet and sticky Daddy... She feels hot and....tight...” Step-daughter is excelling herself in her studies. He groans softly at her observation and tells her “It’s exactly as a young lady’s pussy should be, darling girl. Now, bend your finger, crook it up like that...” As she does as he tells her, her friend cries out “Oh my...Oh!...”
“You are rubbing your girlfriend’s special pleasure spot, keep going, don’t stop, that’s it. I want you to observe what happens next.” he says knowingly. He watches on as the friend’s body begins to tremble and her eyes widen in suprise. Her hips respond to his step-daughter’s administrations. She manages to whimper, “ I feel so hot and... oh...my God....” She starts to sob breathlessly, thrashing her head back and forth. “What’s happening to me?...”
He nods as his girl to carry on as he answers. “ Don’t be alarmed child. Relax and let it happen. Yes, that’s excellent...”
She shakes uncontrollably as her first orgasm takes hold of her and she writhes in the chair, little cries escaping from her with each wave of sensation that assaults her. His stepdaughter is full of concern, her eyes glistening with tears of her own, believing that she is inflicting terrible pain upon her friend. “You have a great deal to learn, both of you. You just experienced what is known as an orgasm. It’s a climax of pleasure.” His own breathing is laboured, sweat beads form on his brow and his cock aches almost painfully in his trousers.

Once the friend has recovered he swiftly orders them to exchange places on the chair. He urgently tutors her in the art of pleasuring his dear girl until she too shudders with a climax of her own. Their discovery makes them braver now and they are both eager to learn more.
“It is imperative you both learn that your lovely young pussies require the utmost care and respect.” He runs his hand over his forehead to wipe his damp skin dry. They both nod earnestly, faces damp too with exertion. His eyes roam hungrily over their breasts, their rosy pink nipples so tempting and good enough to eat....

He takes a moment to knock back his whiskey and to steady himself. He sees that his wanton step-daughter is ripe and ready. He is ravenous in his yearning to break her in. Now he is fortunate enough to have a second wayward girl to receive his helpings of strict discipline to.
“Double helpings...” He smirks to himself. “OK...You’ve learnt how your pussies work and how good it can feel when pleasured correctly. I think it’s high time we advanced these studies further still. Dear girl come here to me...”
His girl quietly complies and goes to him, apprehension and expectation written all over her slutty pretty face.
“I think you should know that my darling daughter has had some previous tuition...” He tells the friend, a wolfish smile playing on his lips, as he gauges her reaction to this latest information.”Haven’t you my sweet?...”
“Yes Daddy, that’s right.” She smiles shyly at her friend, wondering what the other girl will think. In response she gazes back at his stepdaughter, her eyes glazed and her anticipation growing by the second. She feels somewhat envious to hear that her close girlfriend has had a taste of this before.
“Tell me, have you ever seen a man’s penis?” His voice cuts through the heady tension in the room. The direct question flummoxes her briefly. Knowing better than to displease him by dithering she ventures, “Sort of...”
“Elaborate, you either have or you have not. Which is it?” He demands to know just how much this little harlot has seen.
“I caught my brother in the bathroom with no clothes on before. He was pulling on his thing and got terribly cross when I walked in on him...” she blurts out.
“Ok, good, so it appears you’ve seen one before. But have you ever touched one girl?” He enjoys interrogating her, seeing the way she fidgets as she makes her admission, pleased to see that despite the fact it’s her brother she is talking about, she appears to be excited about the encounter. She shakes her head. “ No, not properly. Except one time when a stupid boy forced me to put my hand down his shorts...”

He strokes his stepdaughters arm seductively. “You must help me to educate your friend here. It would be irresponsible for me not to insist on this vital guidance.”
As if reading his mind she slowly undoes his flies then slides her nimble fingers inside to free his member from his trousers.
“Oh my God...” The friend gasps, shocked to see her best friend confidently releasing the man’s dick... She is also shocked by the sheer size of it.
“My girl is a little ahead of you, but not to worry, you will make it your business to catch up with her. With practice and guidance you will soon know just what to do with a real-life penis, like this.” He is pleased as punch with the knowledge that he will be the one to tutor the new student with the help of his star pupil.
Stepdaughter wraps her slender fingers around his thick shaft, stroking up and down it’s bulging length and demonstrating the technique to her pal. “Daddy has a full grown man’s cock. It’s much better than a silly boy’s cock.” She says wisely, beaming at the other girl. She is pleased to be Teacher’s Pet and basks in his approval. Meanwhile he talks in low tones, explaining how he likes to be touched, how to move her hand on his prick, how to gently stroke his ball sac. His voice is thick with lust, but not as thick and turgid as his manhood. He stares down at it seeing the veins straining under the surface of it’s skin, his cock tip dark red and swollen.

The friend stares too, taking in his magnificent tool, she has never set eyes on such a beast and she feels a mixture of amazement and terror as she watches it lurch involuntarily. She moves in closer now, inquisitive and eager to be involved. Pointing to the man’s bell end she looks quizzically at the pearl of silvery fluid oozing from it’s slit. Answering her confused expression, he invites her to touch him.
“It’s called pre-cum my girl. Gather some on your fingertip... It won’t hurt you for Heaven’s sake!... Good, that’s it. Now lick your finger...”
Hesitantly she studies the creamy residue before sliding her finger between her parched lips. She discovers it has an odd taste; salty and sweet at the same time and she rather likes it.
“It’s so nice...” murmurs stepdaughter. “Take some more babes...” She squeezes his cock to express another pool of the stuff. The friend goes to dip her fingers in again but this time he has a better idea.
“There’s a good girl... Come right here and bring your face really close to my penis. Yes... Now run your tongue over it...” His voice drawls, his lust barely disguised now that he has both of them attending to his painfully erect cock.
She is uncertain, not sure that she has heard him right, nervous about licking this solid monster that bobs up and down just inches from her face.
“Go on... Try it, you’ll like it I promise...” Stepdaughter coaxes her softly sending exciting shivers up her spine with her whispery seductive voice. “I’ve done it before and I was really scared at first but now I love it...Try it for yourself and you’ll see...”
He growls with urgency, wanting more than anything to christen this naive student’s mouth with a real dick.

Edging her lips close to his manhood she dips the tip of her tongue down onto his smooth shiny tip and is rewarded instantly with his soft moans. She takes this as a sign to continue, keen to impress him now. Bravely she sticks her tongue right out and begins to explore, licking his bulbous helmet, tasting his salty pre-cum and liking it immensely.
“See how enjoyable lessons can be when you’re compliant? I can see you have real potential. Now for the next step...”
His girl offers her the meaty thickness, telling her softly “Run your tongue and lips up and down, like this...”
The pair begin to caress his shaft deliciously with their mouths, pleasing him immensely with their progress. He coaxes them to go a little further.
“Watch how I suck him...” Stepdaughter slowly eases the man into her mouth, whilst her friend watches in awe as inch after inch disappears between her lips, sucking on the cock like a true pro. “Now you try... easy...” she encourages, offering the impressive dick for her to try, feeding it to her a bit at a time. Like a lot of newbies she gags and heaves when it touches the back of her narrow throat. She withdraws, eyes streaming as she mewls, “ That’s hard...”
He impatiently snaps at her. “I’m incredibly hard, so you had better have another attempt young lady. I want you to try and get all of it inside your filthy little mouth. Do it now please...”
Gingerly, she tries again, gagging once more. He seizes control, reasoning that she will benefit from a baptism of fire instead. He forcibly pushes her head down onto his cock, revelling in the feel of her constricting throat as it envelops him and at the spluttering choking sounds she makes. Then just as aggressively he tears her mouth off him, tormenting her with his goading words. “ Practice makes perfect! Watch how my dear girl does it, pay attention and I may forget your earlier misdemeanors.”
His dear girl swallows him whole until he lips brush against his testicles. She moans around his length in her mouth, obviously aroused at having her stepfather fill her.
“Wow...” breathes the friend, now keen to please. Secretly she wants him to plunge his member back inside her own mouth again, liking his dominance more than she would ever admit.
“Oh that’s good, very good indeed!...” he praises them as they work on him industriously for a short while.

“Recess time I think.” He extracts himself from their greedy mouths. “For me at least. I didn’t give you permission to rest though, did I?” There’s a lascivious glint in his eyes as he notices how well lubricated they have become. He orders them to resume their attention to each other now. He takes pleasure in sitting back for a moment, admiring his young proteges as they studiously delve and explore, until he regains some of his composure. He delivers the final part of today’s disciplinary seminar. “Girls, listen carefully to what I tell you. I shall take the lead and instruct you. You must do exactly as I order you to do. We shall see if you have learnt how to be obedient or not. If you have then you will be rewarded...” There’s menace in his tone, the air of fear returning to the study.

“What are you going to do?...” The friend is nervous once more, her voice wavering.
“My dear, I’m going to prime that glorious tight snatch of yours. I’m about to demonstrate to you exactly what a real man’s cock can do. You see, cock and pussy go hand in hand, they can make such a pleasurable union... If done correctly that is. You will come to learn that a cock such as this is a thing to love and to fear. If you behave like a whore you will be treated as one. I am merely preparing you for that...”
His fat rod bobs up and down between his hairy muscular thighs, like a terrier desperate to get at the postman’s ankles. He orders them to kneel in front of him and to lift the sweet firm bottoms in the air. He salivates at the vision before his eyes as two perfectly neat pink slits wink at him in unison. Not to mention their puckered arseholes that twitch in anticipation at what he’s about to do to the girls. Spitting heavily into his palm, he slathers his saliva up and down his shaft, lubricating it nicely. He admires his prick as he does so, proud of his virility.

He proceeds to grip their buttocks in turn, spitting between them, into their clefts. With meaty fingers he smothers their glistening slits and plump puffy lips with his spit, ensuring both girls are well prepared. He toys with which girl to claim first, opting to thrust into his sexy slut of a stepdaughter. Pressing his swollen tip in between her folds he eases himself inside her very tight confines. She gasps, sharply taking a breath, clenching her teeth she braces herself against the sting of her stretched flesh. He works in deeper and deeper, until she feels him prodding against her cervix. It feels like she is on fire between her thighs, yet through her discomfort she feels a carnal sensation so raw that she cannot resist him.

Turning her head to look, her friend watches her face change as she starts to thrust herself back onto him, there’s a slapping sound each time her buttocks make contact with his groin and the filthy sound of the young girl’s pussy slurping each time he pulls his cock out of her. He grunts loudly in approval as he ups the ante to show her exactly who is in charge. He is the master and she is the pupil. Strange strangled cries escape her as he really starts to pummel her insides. Sweat drips from him with every stab of his cock into her stretched entrance.
Not wanting to exclude the friend from the proceedings, he thrusts his middle finger straight into her soaking hole, her yelps and cries increasing in volume as he bruises her G-spot roughly.
Before long he is fucking both girls, swapping from his stepdaugher to her friend so he can break her in too. They’re both moaning and crying out but any concern of being found out is the furthest thing from his mind as he takes it in turns, burying himself in first one pussy, then the other. The girls too have abandoned their inhibitions, much too focussed now on the good sound fucking he is dishing out to them and of course the sheer desire to please their masterful teacher.

Feeling his semen threatening to explode from him, he has them kneel once more on the carpet at his feet. Even with his huge hand gripping his member, it’s so engorged, a real beast to behold. He pumps his fist furiously, grunting and groaning through clenched teeth, panting with the exertion.
“Quick girls, come right up close to my penis, do it now! Yes!...Urrrgghhh...My God.... Open your mouths wide for me!...Wider!...” His hips buck now as he masterbates himself violently. “Ohh, here it comes! Argh!...” He roars like a wild animal and his angry looking cock bulges in his fist. His hot salty cum surges from him in a downpour that rains onto their upturned faces. His seemingly endless ejaculate splatters down onto their cheeks, their lips, in their hair at which he pulls and twists in his clenched hands, such is the force of his orgasm. His pole lurches and bobs viciously as long slippery ribbons of his seed spurt from it’s tip. His stepdaughter catches a generous globule in her mouth, right on target, and she devours it greedily. He aims it at her friend too who receives an equal load onto her outstretched tongue....

Panting, his knees weak, he withdraws to see his girl affectionately pulling her girlfriend close. She thrusts her wet tongue into the other girl’s mouth in the filthiest of kisses and his cum dribbles down their chins and onto their breasts below, spilling from their busy mouths as they tongue one another hungrily. The friend boldy massages some of it into his girl’s breasts and defying all logic he feels his balls tighten again.
“Very good girls. You will grown into exceptional young ladies under my watchful eye and strict supervision...: He manages to gasp before he plonks himself back into his leather study chair. The girls half hear him but right now they’re far too busy swatting up on their mutual studies, both committed to avoiding the threat of his initial punishment regime, both determined to earn the best possible grades in class.

Where There's Smoke...

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 21 Sep 2012 04:20:00 +0000

From his chair in the corner of the hotel room he studies her intently. He is in acutely aware of every move she moves as she lies languidly on the kingsize bed. He makes no attempt to conceal his hungry appraisal of her, staring openly, his eyes devouring every inch of her body.
She wears black lace; a balcony bra that only just holds her ample breasts in it’s flimsy cups, the fleshy orbs in great danger of spilling out. Her thong is just as skimpy, merely a tiny triangle of enticing material covering her intimate parts. He can see the curves and contours of her mound through the sheer fabric. He wouldn’t be at all suprised if one of her juicy pink pussy lips slipped out from beneath it’s confines to tease him mercifully.
Next her gazes at her legs, clad in sheer black stockings and held up by her matching suspender belt with it’s neat little clasps that he longed to snap undone before rolling the stockings slowly down her thighs and off altogether... She looks back at him, seemingly at ease under his scrutiny. She stretches like a cat basking in the sunshine, then asks him in a husky voice, “Do you mind if I...” In her hand she holds a cigarette, she is poised to light up.

He doesn’t trust himself to speak so nods his consent instead. She knows full well that he will not say no to her, won’t prohibit her from smoking. This is because it’s the very thing wants to watch her doing more than anything else, an act that turns him on so fiercely. He has grown obsessed, it’s a fetish. Seeing him nod she puts the cigarette between her red painted lips, resting it there for a long moment before reaching for her lighter. Her fingers linger on the cigarette, running up and down it, almost caressing it. Gracefully she ignites the lighter, it’s tall flame dancing and flickering as she brings it up to her mouth. He watches as it catches light and the tip starts to glow red. Even more enticing though is the way in which she sucks on the cigarette as she takes her first drag. The lighter drops from her grasp onto the bed. With her free hand she takes the cigarette from between her lips and exhales a plume of grey smoke in it’s wake. He grows swiftly erect at this and the way her scarlet lips part ever so slightly to allow the cigarette back in once more. With her other hand she strokes the top of her leg, fingers playing over her lace stocking top. He watches the figure eights she traces on her skin...

His eyes soon return back up again to where she is taking another long pull, inhaling the smoke into her lungs before steadily releasing it in wispy clouds that spiral from her mouth. The next time she exhales, she expels the smoke from her nose. His prick twitches as he watches her nostrils flare to release more tendrils of grey cloud. She strokes her breasts in turn, rolling her palm over her nipples, over the lacey bra. Obviously aroused by this, she bites her lip seductively and smoke escapes from the corners of her mouth in two separate streams. He is so hard he aches as he stares over to where she smokes her ciggy contentedly. The ash at the lit end needs to be flicked into the ashtray which she proceeds to do, tapping it gently with a long manicured nail until it crumbles into the glass dish. Each time she sucks on the cigarette he imagines his cock between her lips too, imagines her blowing out smoke seductively so that it envelops his shaft and swirls over his bell end...
She is looking right back at him again, her eyes trained on his lap, on his throbbing tool. She doesn’t need to speak, he interprets the way she licks her lips as a request for him to start touching himself.

She takes a sip of her whiskey on ice, swirling the golden liquid around the heavy glass before blowing some more smoke into the crystal tumbler, trapping it with the flat of her palm. He is fascinated by this, like a rare specimen, caught in a lab jar to be analysed. Finishing her cigarette she stubs it out purposely in the ashtray. Before he even has chance to be disappointed, she lights another. Improvising, she moves around on the bed, striking various poses, each more erotic than the last, the cigarette hangs between her lips the whole time. He watches on in raptures at the sexy woman as she rolls around on the bed, smoking for him. To his delight she is in an adventurous mood and suggests that she wanks his substantial manhood, swapping hands; in one a cigarette, the other his cock. When he’s close to cumming, she kneels between his legs whilst he sits back in his chair. He takes over his prick, jerking off for her. She rewards by blowing thick billowing clouds of smoke over his cock and the hand which he pumps it with. The whole time she looks up at him under thick luscious lashes, egging him on until he can no longer suppress it. He spurts his load everywhere, watching in awe at the way his slippery jets of cum arc through the swirling cigarette smoke around them.

Daddy Discipline Part II - Dealing With Daughter Dearest

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 27 Aug 2012 13:55:00 +0000

His cold hard eyes study the nubile girl laid prone across his thighs and he feels an intense jolt of arousal at having her like this, over his knee, her dignity stripped away.
"If only he knew the truth..." she worried secretly to herself.
"Not so cock-sure now are you, young lady?" he mocks, eyeing her pert round buttocks, still stained with the outline of his hand print. His fingertips are wet, a slick coating of her pussy's creaminess smothering them. Deliberately he rubs his fingers together before running them under his nose, savouring her scent. Breathing deeply he inhales the essence of her sex. It causes him to catch his breath, he barely maintains his austere demeanor.

Meanwhile she hangs her head, will not meet his stare, afraid that if she does, her eyes will surely deceive the inner turmoil between desire and aversion for the man.
"Such sullenness, so willful..." he mutters, "I'll discipline those faults out of you my girl."
Still she will not look up at him, instead her eyes are riveted to the floor. She presses her thighs together tightly. She dare not speak to him, fearing her voice too will betray her, will give her away. Seconds later she has no choice but to look at him as he snatches at her long ponytail, yanking her head up sharply, forcing eye contact with him.

He licks his lips lasciviously, still running the fingers on his spare hand under his nose.
"Now open your legs." he orders sternly.
She cannot believe this is happening, with him, her father-figure of all people. Only in her most private, perverse and wildest fantasies has she imagined getting a mere fraction of intimacy with him. She shakes her head slightly in refusal, instead attempting to squeeze close and cross her legs firmly together, denying him access but more to stem the alarming flow of her pussy juices.
"I'm warning you my dear, I shall not tolerate your disobedience. Do I need to spank you some more?" He bellows, making her jump, startling her with his curt tone.

"Please, don't..." she meekly pleads, too late, his hand crashes down in one swoop, a single slap but effective in making her whimper softly despite herself.

"For pity's sake, open your damn legs child!... I want to see why you are so wet down there."
No longer daring to resist she parts her thighs a fraction. Her face glows red with despair at her perversion, she wonders who is worse, him or indeed herself.
"Wider you silly girl!" he spits, jamming a large heavy hand in between her sweet moist thighs, levering them apart roughly.

"There, that's better. Hmm..." he murmurs under his breath as he worms his thick fingers into the space at the top of her legs, grazing her buttocks as he does so. He wastes no time, shoving between the glossy folds of her pussy lips, gathering up the liquid there before bringing them back up, to her pretty, pouting mouth.
"Open your mouth. I want you to suck my fingers."

Again she stubbornly hesitates but he jabs at her pink lips, forcing his fingers inside her mouth. She gags which amuses him. "Don't be such a baby. I've watched you take thicker, longer pricks in that sluttish little hole of yours. Or is it that you find the taste of your own juices disagreeable?" He interrogates her, raising his eyebrows quizzically.

He interrogates her, raising his eyebrows quizzically. Tears well up in her eyes, she feels such self-loathing for having such an urgent desire to do as he orders, to please him... and be rewarded in turn. A few tears escape, rolling onto her flushed cheeks. He takes no notice.
"Do it! Suck my fingers clean."
She has no choice but to give in and reluctantly sucks at his meaty fingers, willing herself not to heave, cursing her sensitive gag-reflex. Thankfully she finds the taste sweet and decides to do as he says, she must.

"Very good." he praises her, his voice becomes thick with arousal. Removing his fingers from her mouth he begins to probe at her hole, pinching and pulling at her labia. She squirms, mildly disgusted at his actions, more so at how wet he is making her. Despite his punishment she is hot, feverish with lust.
Moments later, he flips her up and off his lap, his eyes burning into her as she struggles to regain some composure, pulling her cotton summer dress down over her hips.
"What do you think you're doing? Stop that at once." his authoritative voice booms. "For that act of disobedience, you must remove the dress altogether."
"But...But I'll be naked... I can't..." she stammers. He mimics her rather spitefully.
"Indeed you will, that's the whole point. Take the blasted garment off. I want to see those pert little tits you so proudly show off and shamelessly offer to all the local boys."

Her cheeks flush afresh, yet slowly she pulls the dress over her head. How did he know about her exploits? Had he really been watching her?...
His mouth curls into a half smile as he sets eyes on her round firm breasts, encased in a modest white cotton bra. Now she stands before him, naked from her waist down, still wearing white ankle socks and pumps.
"Remove that bra." he barks, "Come along, let me take a good look at you." His eyes are glued to her petite mounds and she feels a fresh flush, her cheeks glowing crimson knowing that he is scrutinising and appraising her nakedness.

Her fingers fumble clumsily with the clasp until at last her bra falls away, her tits free at last. He holds his breath for a moment, stepping towards her, he cups each one in turn. She turns her face away from him to mask her true feelings.

"I didn't say you could look away, you little slut..." he growls, pushing his face into hers. He paws at her skin, grabbing and groping at her breasts. He taunts her, pinching her tiny pink nipples hard. She gasps aloud and wishes with all of her that her nipples were not stiffening by the second.
"Ohh, you like that do you my girl? Well, I have plenty more to teach you. But first I shall educate you in the art of fellatio." On seeing her confused expression he adds "In lay-men's terms, how to suck a cock properly." She stares at him aghast, not quite believing her own ears.
"Don't look so surprise, you should already have some idea. After all I've observed you acting like a dirty little tramp, sucking on the cocks of those young boys like they were lollipops!"
He moves his face closer to hers, pressing his cheek to hers. "Now it's time for you for you to suck a grown man's cock. So my girl, get on your knees."He points at the spot on the carpet before him, propelling her downwards by her shoulders.

She looks up at him meekly, causing his cock to twitch involuntarily in his trousers. He unzips himself and eases his erection free. It bobs about just inches from her face. She has never seen such hardness or such girth; it looks huge to her and a wave of panic comes as she begins to feel out of her depth. He indulges himself with several gentle strokes and a bubble of shiny pre-cum appears at it's tip. He stares intently down at her as he savours his anticipation.
"This is a real man's cock my dear. None of this puny adolescent rubbish."
"But...But it's so...big!.." she cries softly, but even she is unconvinced by the sound of her voice.
"Nonsense." he replies tersely as he sits back on his leather chair. "Come closer. Now, I need you to lick it for me. Can you do that?"
She swallows apprehensively, shuffling between his legs.
"You must learn, it is for your own good. I cannot and will not permit you to waste time attending to mere boys."

She nods in compliance, unable to take her eyes away from his monster dick. She observes it, fascinated by it's glans; swollen and almost purple in hue, wet with pre-cum. She sees how prominent it's veins are, bulging from the thick turgid shaft.
Her initial panic is rapidly replaced by nervous wonderment. She thinks secretly to herself again, he truly is impressive.
"Lick my cock. Now." he commands, hardly able to stand her hesitation, his balls are now tight and aching for a release.
Gingerly, she extends the tip of her tongue, swiftly licking at his meaty tip before pulling away, unsure of herself. She can taste his sticky pre-cum in her mouth.
"That's not good enough. You are to lick my glans, run your tongue all over it and catch all of that lovely pre-cum that's waiting for you..."
So, she moves in, cautiously at first, still somewhat in awe by his solid entirety. She had always thought she was pretty experienced at sucking cock. However, she had never come face to face with such a beast....

Wishing to avoid further reprimand she obeys him and begins to lick at his bulbous cock end some more, collecting the viscous fluids in her mouth. She is shocked by how clean he tastes and speeds up her lapping, savouring his sweet and slightly salty arousal.
"You are a good girl...Now lick my shaft..." he sighs under his breath, his tone of voice now softer as he indulges himself. He sighs appreciatively again as she wraps her tongue all around his tool.
She soon finds a comfortable rhythm, hoping fervently that she is pleasing her tutor. Her confidence steadily grows with each sigh he emits.
"Oh yes, that's very good, do carry on..." She feels him pat her on her head softly then a few moments later he delivers his next instruction.
"Now, I want you to open your lips wide. No, wider. Yes, that's right, now put the tip of cock inside your mouth...Like that, that's a good girl..."
She stretches her mouth as wide open as she can to accommodate his engorged helmet between her lips. She struggles at first, but not wishing to disappoint him she tries harder and manages to squash him inside, her cheeks bulge full of him.
"Now suck on my bell end, move that delightful little tongue of yours around it too." he commands her masterfully as he watches her every move, enthralled. His cock twitches wildly at the sight of her, his young pupil kneeling at his feet.

"I think you're ready to try and slide some of my length into your mouth. I have to say, although I found your behaviour with those young rogues in the summer house to be outrageous, I was somewhat impressed at the manner in which you gobbled their lengths, like it was second nature."
Her stomach flutters at his indirect compliment. She wonders if it turned him on to watch her.
She steals a glance upwards at him but he presses her head back down again.
"Concentrate young lady... Yes, you fella-ted them impeccably. Perhaps I need to challenge you further instead of wet-nursing you..." He muses to himself then decides to impress his member on her some more.
He presses firmly on the back of her head so that she has little choice but to take him inch by inch further into her mouth. She feels she may suffocate for her mouth is completely full now and she feels its end pressing on the back of her throat. She starts to choke and she has to pull her mouth off him, leaving long silvery strings of saliva trailing from his cock to her lips. Her eyes are streaming and she swipes at them before he grasps her ponytail again, pulling her back onto him, jabbing at her face.

His earlier control and restrained manner are swiftly abandoned as he fucks her mouth, tugging her ponytail to deliberately move her head up and down. He ignores the choking and spluttering noises she is making, instead he grinds his hips up and down. Her sweet hot mouth forms such a tight vacuum around his prick and he fights to control the boiling cum that threatens to explode at any second. He allows her a little respite, glancing down at her. She is dishevelled, tears stream down her cheeks, saliva smeared all over her face.
"Not bad for your first attempt at sucking a real man-size length." he splutters, his breathing is erratic now. Despite her ordeal she soaking wet through and she longs to finger herself, she desperately needs to relieve the mounting tension that is building inside her.
He is almost ready to cum and he urgently gives her his next command.

"Grip my cock with your fingers my girl, hold it tightly and pump your fist up and down it, like this." He immediately demonstrates to her exactly how he wants this task done, wasting no time snatching her hand, wrapping it around his girth. She stares wide-eyed at it between her slender fingers, certain it has grown bigger still. His shaft is nicely lubricated with her spit and she finds it easy to slide her hand over him.
"Harder...yes...faster...don't just stare at it, wank it!..."
His coarse language causes her to gaze at his face, she can see he is losing control, his composure. He gives in to the surging, bubbling cum, rapidly closer to erupting from his balls by the second.
"Bring your face right up to my cock, I'm going to ejaculate all over your pretty young face!...Stick out your tongue!..Ohh Christ yes!..." He roars out loud as she furiously pumps her fist up and down his twitching shaft. Her tight little pussy twitches and pulses in unison. He lets out a long howl and suddenly jets of creamy white jism begin to spurt from his cock-tip. Cum splatters across her youthful face, her cheeks, her plump soft lips, her tongue, in her hair. Some of it drips down onto her breasts in silky globules. His member convulses as he squeezes the last drops from him for her to catch.

A long moment of silence passes as he composes himself once more with difficulty.
"Well done, you're quick to learn. Most satisfactory young lady." He restrains his desire to praise her too much despite having had such an explosive climax at her hand. He thrusts a handful of tissues out to her to wipe herself clean.She remains still, not making any move to get dressed. He watches her, noting her wistful expression. A wry smile plays at his lips and she gazes back at him, hopeful and expectant. He then spies where her fingers are now resting, nestled between her pussy lips. She no longer even tries to disguise the longing etched on her face.
"Well, well, well! I can envisage you being tamed and reformed after all, you may even become Teacher's Pet...I'm a firm believer that good work deserves a reward..."

Offering her his hand to pull her to her feet, he lustfully lets his eyes roam over her body again. Damn it, he can hardly drag his eyes from her, his mind already whirring excitedly with lessons he intends to teach her.
"Take a seat my girl. Lesson 2 is about to commence."
"Lesson 2 Daddy?" she enquires softly.
"How to accept pleasure graciously child, put simply, I am going to show you how it feels to have your lovely young pussy devoured, to have it licked and pleasured by a real man!"

Daddy Discipline - Part 1

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 27 Aug 2012 13:45:00 +0000

"Close the door behind you." He instructs in a stern tone of voice that causes her to falter nervously. She starts to speak but a sharp glance silences her stammering.
"Do you know why I have called you in here?" he demands, his mean eyes looking her up and down in distaste.
She shakes her head, fear creeping in on her, acutely aware of his intense glare. She shifts from foot to foot, her eyes rooted to the floor in front of her.
"Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" His voice bellows and she flinches.
Cautiously she raises her head briefly, catching her breath as she sees the barely controlled rage in his eyes.
"Your behaviour of late absolutely disgusts me." he begins, walking purposefully from behind his mahogany desk. She wrings her hands, fearful of his overbearing presence in the room. Tiny beads of sweat form on her top lip and she feels moisture sliding down her back.
"You think I don't know what you've been up to?" he laughs caustically.

"I...don't understand..." she manages to stammer, knowing she is in for it bigtime.
"You can drop the butter wouldn't melt act! It won't wash with me I'm afraid." he spat, marching up to her.
"I know all about you sneaking around at all hours, bringing different young men into the house and getting up to all kinds of obscene behaviour up in your room. I have to hand it to you, you're an accomplished liar and an even better actress my girl."
His hand strokes her arm and she shivers at his lecherous touch.
Sensing her discomfort he sneers, "What's the matter? You never complain when you prostitute yourself to all and sundry. You seem happy to spread your legs for whichever young man takes your fancy..."
Her cheeks flush and her pulse speeds up as she realises he knows everything.
"Don't come all coy now my girl, no point in blushing." he adds, grasping her arm and pulling her with him as he returns to his high backed leather chair.
"But...but!.." she cries, alarmed at his force. "Stop, you're hurting me!..."
"Nonsense! I've seen the way you like to be treated roughly and with force! You complain so bitterly now but I know you crave such brutality!"
She is shaking uncontrollably, aghast at his cruelty. She squirms, trying to escape his grip but he is too strong.
"Struggling won't get you anywhere except into even deeper trouble young lady." He stares at her, his eyes cold and metallic, as if he has no soul. "Besides, I never saw you so much as play hard to get with those boys! I'm highly offended that you should protest so furiously. It is just as I thought, you my girl need to be punished!"
She whimpers, her legs feel so weak that she doubts they will support her for much longer.
"Take down your panties." He instructs her and she stares at him in shock.
"Don't just stand there! Do it! Now." He sits down in his chair, openly mocking her confusion as she stands before him, dithering.
"Do you need me to spell it out to you?" he says in a low menacing voice, "Take down your panties now."
"Please...I'm sorry..." she pleads with him, eyes wide with fear at what he has planned next.
He pulls furiously at the hem of her cotton summer dress, yanking it up over her hips.
"Such insolence!" he roars, both of his hands now at her hips. He swiftly pulls her panties down off her hips and she struggles, pressing her thighs together to prevent him from pulling them any further.
"Do not resist, the more you struggle the worse the punishment my girl." His eyes seem to glaze over such is his intent.
Still she tries to squirm away from him. Tired of her fighting her forcibly drags her to him, throwing her over his lap. By now she is crying tears of anger and fear but her tears seem to spur him on.
With one swift action he tears her panties away from her to reveal peachy naked skin, perfectly rounded buttocks for his eyes to feast upon.
"Stop your crying, I thought you were a big girl now? You're grown up enough to fuck about aren't you? Yet you snivel and weep like an infant!"
With his rough hands he positions her properly across his knees, drinking in the sight of her lying over his lap.
"I've had just about enough of watching you fucking all those different boys my girl! So brazenly letting them stick their cocks in your every hole..." he mutters, his voice menacing, causing her to shiver and shake in her prone position.
"I thought it about time you had a real man...But first you need to be punished..."
His words have barely left his lips when he brings his flat hand down sharply onto her quivering buttocks. Caught totally by surprise she cries out in pain, the fierce slap stinging her skin.
"Please!...I'm...sorry!" she pleads once again only to be met with another swift smack directly onto her burning skin.
"It's for your own good you naughty, disgraceful girl." comes his voice, almost robotic now as his palm makes contact with her burning cheeks for a third time. She yelps helplessly, despising him and his cruelty. Yet with each strike of his hand upon her skin comes another alien sensation altogether.
For despite the intense heat and sting she feels at his hand she realises there is another heat building...
Now with every slap he delivers her cries are muted and rather than struggling against him she bites her lip and takes her punishment, now acutely aware that she is feeling a peverse arousal... She realises that it is not sweat that coats her inner thighs but the slick of sticky pussy juices instead.
Noticing that she is no longer fighting him, he stops. He becomes aware of his cock straining against his trousers, digging into her belly. He too is wet, pre-cum oozing from him and soaking through his clothes.
Her breathing is fast, short gasps interspersed with soft moans.
"You learn quickly..." he mutters, his voice now thick with lust. "Maybe you've had enough punishment for now..."
She nods slightly, daring to lift her head to look up at him briefly. He strokes the reddened skin of her arse thoughtfully for a moment before his thick fingers delve between her sticky thighs. It is his turn to catch his breath as her wetness coats his fingertips.
"Are you ready to let a real man fuck you?" he asks her, his eyes boring into her.
"Yes Daddy....I think I am...."

To be continued.....

Surpassing all Expectations

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 27 Aug 2012 11:56:00 +0000

Dedicated to my One True Love, without his genius these words would remain unwritten....

As the taxi pulls up,we pay the driver and you open your door. I glance over and see your slender legs, knee's together as you slide across the seat to disembark in a ladylike fashion, stirring less than gentlemanly thoughts in my mind. Shimmering light bounces and radiates off your smooth and smouldering hot legs, making me stare trance-like from your toes, encased in spiked heels, up to your thigh. Your short sparkly skirt is so complimentary,hiding just a few inches of mind blowing flesh; so real and so thought provoking. Once out of the taxi we walk towards the bar,my mind excited at walking through the doors and at what lies ahead. An overwhelming feeling of "Yes, she has entered the building!" hits me. As expected, you walk in and what seems like a thousand eyes turn to look. Then comes a millisecond's silence, you can hear the proverbial pin drop, and it seems to last an age. Pride, pleasure and emotion swell inside me. I raise my head as you reach back taking my hand firmly in yours and audible sighs of disappointment echo throughout the bar as they realise you are here with a man firmly on your arm. If only they knew the real reason we’re here in the first place... Their sighs would surely turn to gasps.

Making our way to the bar the eyes follow our every step, without doubt it’s mainly men who are watching, but as you squeeze my hand to reassure me I notice the direct gaze of an equally striking lady stood nearby in a throng of people. I’m so engrossed in you and your every step I miss or fail to accept any admiring looks or verbal compliments directed at myself, for tonight is about you and the thoughts we’ve shared over the past few months. It seems our mutual desires and reasoning have brought us to this place this evening, a night which promises us unforgettable new and exciting pleasures. However, all this depends on those around us, male or female, if they’re brave enough to come out and play too.
We order some drinks but before I can hand over the note to pay for them, a hand reaches out and a voice says "These are on the house...". We both turn to see who’s been so generous and come face to face with an attractive lady. “Forgive me, let me introduce myself. I’m Alexia, the owner of this place for my sins.” She laughs a husky chuckle and smiles. “May I congratulate you both on such a jaw dropping entrance. I don't believe I’ve seen you in here before, if I had I’m certain I’d remember...” Her tone is subtle and seductive and as she speaks her fingers trail over her collar bone. We laugh it off with barely concealed excitement as we thank her and offer to return her generosity with drinks and maybe a dance later on. Excusing herself she breathes " How could I refuse such a pleasurable invitation?...” I see the unmistakable heat in her eyes as her gaze lingers on you for a tantalising moment.

The warm welcome fuels our excitement and we soon find a spot in the corner by the speakers. It’s dark but lit just enough so people can see us and we of course can see them too. Our body language is mirrored as we exchange tentative touches and gentle kisses, all the while with a feeling that we are never far from the corner of someones watchful eye. We whisper to one another about various members of our very own audience, but the show has barely begun. As if by fate, one of our favourite songs begins to play. We gaze deep into each others eyes, remembering the first time we heard this track together, the exhilarating and barely controllable urges we felt that very first night we met. You gently swirl your fingertips around my palms, telling me to remain seated as you stand up and move in front of me. I reposition my high stool to get a better view as you begin to dance. Your back is to me as you slowly flick your hips side to side, brushing your legs against mine. As you do your sexy and frankly borderline indecent skirt swirls around your thighs, allowing me a glimpse of your fine behind, making my jaw drop as I see and then realise you’re not wearing underwear. I’m so turned on by this I reach out and touch you, running my fingers between your thighs, and oh so gently graze past your pussy lips. I feel your sweet arousal on my finger tips, letting me know you’re wet. "That’s for you baby and how you make me feel...Maybe tonight we’ll share some, if you like?...” You murmur in my ear and I gasp as such raw feelings catch me off guard. My cock instantly responds, rapidly hardening at your words and even more so when your hand snakes behind you to stroke me. I spot Alexia the bar owner with a man, who I’m guessing is her husband, watching us with interest from a raised mezzanine above the dance floor. A sensual game of cat and mouse ensues between us. We can see through the metal bars of the balcony as Alexia takes to her high stool, brazenly parting her legs to give us a view of her clean shaved pussy, smiling at our rookie curiosity. We seem to be suspended in a moment filled with sexual tension.

The moment is broken by a new voice saying "Don’t be fooled by her, she tried it on with us but by the end of the night she’d disappeared into the back room with her other half! “. As though on cue and having over-heard, Alexia notices we’re no longer alone and beats a hasty retreat into the shadows upstairs. I almost feel disappointed,but that fast becomes grateful as the couple who’ve joined us make their introductions. " I’m Wayne and this is Steph...” I smile as my hand trails down to the small of your back. “ Thanks for the heads up by the way! “                          " “Oh don’t mention it! We’re Emma and Scott and its lovely to meet you. “ As we shake hands and kiss cheeks I notice you and Scott making eye contact, lingering on the cheek to cheek greeting, but far from being annoyed I feel lust fluttering in my gut. It’s my turn to lean in politely and kiss Emma’s cheek taking opportunity to take a closer look. At first glance she appears slightly older than us, really attractive with an appealing air of confidence that I like instantly. She leans in closer to me to speak, placing her hand on my thigh, gently squeezing as she does so. I’m aroused by her touch and close proximity and this is heightened by the obvious chemistry between you and Scott. My cock is already bulging in my jeans so I decide to excuse myself to order some drinks,vodka all round, which affords me time to cool off.

Taking myself off to the bar to cool down I try and process the feelings I’m experiencing knowing I could just be imagining all of this. I wait my turn at the bar, glancing back over every now and then to see if you’re OK. As I take a fleeting look at you before being served, I am rendered speechless as I notice one of your Fuck-me-Shoes resting on the foot bar of a high stool. I watch breathlessly as Scott and Emma take it in turns to stroke your long slender leg. I discover later that this is just a competition between you and Emma to see who has the smoothest legs, but for now I’m unaware of this and my cock swells fiercely at the very sight of these strangers touching you. So much for composing myself!... Even after the drinks have been paid for I linger at the bar a little longer, hiding between the other clientele, so I can secretly enjoy watching... I observe the way they both look at you and in that instant I know we are going to take the plunge.

I return with our drinks to a naughty wink as smiling you ask " Did you like that?...”   I nod slowly and you reach out to touch me, your eyes shining as you feel my hardness. “ Your not the only one that can see that beauty! “ giggles Emma with a naughty smile of her own. “ Would you like to feel?..” you invite her. Without hesitating Scott nods his approval and you take her hand and place it beside yours.   I cannot control my cock as it twitches beneath your hands. I try to suppress the sensations that flood over me but struggle to contain my desire. It’s becoming very clear to see that they’re just as turned on as you and I, neither one trying to hide their lustful expressions. We look at one another, smiling as if to say, let’s see where this goes!... Emma asks you to dance and you happily accept as Scott and I take a ringside seat. We look at the two of you then at each other. " Now isn’t that one hell of a sight? " I say, thinking to myself that has to be the understatement of the century! Scott just nods in amazement. You and Emma whisper to each other as dance, no doubt concocting a plan to tease. Emma moves behind you and before we know it her hand disappears up under the back of your skirt. My eyes are transfixed at the glint on her middle finger that she is stroking you with, the moistness there for both us guys to see. With a cheeky smile she now walks back over to me and goes to put her finger to my lips.i close my mouth and look towards Scott.                       "Oh my!..." she breathes heavily and Scott assumes the gleeful expression of a child in a sweetshop, seizing her finger. He starts to suck so hard on it, making sure he gets all the juice and mutters, " My oh my indeed!...So sweet and still warm too.”

By now my cock is bulging painfully against my waistband but I can’t dare to touch it without thinking of what may become of the night ahead. You pull Emma in front of you, wanting to even things up. You bravely slide your fingers between her thighs, pushing aside her thong and begin stroking her hardening clit, teasing her fleshy lips before then sweeping round to her pert looking arse. She visibly shudders in pleasure, her eyes closed. Seeing a delicious chance I reach out to you, gently tugging on the hem of your skirt and you respond by moving closer, enabling me to glide my hand under it’s silky material til I reach your silkier pussy. Sliding my greedy fingers through your now soaking slit I feel your slick flesh on my skin. I pause briefly to take you by suprise, then thrust 2 fingers deep inside you so I’m touching that special place you love... Slowly, I draw them back out again and am met by your sexy moans which only intensify as I lick every bit of juice from them.You reward me instantly, placing your own fingers, that just seconds before were buried up inside Emma, into my mouth to taste her too. Two ladies, two helpings of sweetness and one very lucky man on the receiving end. Not to mention two seriously horny men with cocks about to burst out of their jeans! I’m guessing that Scott’s prick is as rigid as mine judging by the telltale damp patch on his jeans. He’s not the only one leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, my own is oozing from my bell end and I badly want to take my dick out of my jeans. Just the thought of freeing it and smearing my hot arousal up and down my shaft sends fresh need through my entire body....

You two girls now decide to swap sides, so she’s stood in front of me and you’re in front of Scott. You both start to dance once more, teasing us wickedly as your behinds grind against us yet amazingly we both restrain ourselves enough not to touch either of you yet. After all you ain't the only ones who can tease! By now we all know where this is going from this moment forward. There’s no need for words to be spoken as the sexual tension in the air speaks volumes, fuelling our lust to fever pitch. Despite the raw sexual atmosphere there’s also a really nice playfulness between the four of us too, making this all the more desirable.
Being of factory mentality and having done all manner of things in jest before I set a dare for Scott, inwardly pleased at my confidence, albeit aided by vodka. I say the dare is for him but actually it’s for both of us and I’m impressed as he agrees hesitantly. I call out to Emma, she quickly figures out what we're about to do and for a moment she keeps the knowledge to herself. Watching intently as Scott's hand slides over the bulge of my cock, outside my jeans sends her over the edge. She swiftly tells you to turn round, to look at me and Scott and on seeing our hands on each other I see your legs tremble, your sexy blue eyes rolling back in that moment of uninhibited pleasure. Scott and I urge you both to come closer so our activities are not on view to outsiders with prying eyes. You both draw nearer, sitting now between our legs, making the situation more private, more intimate...

I slide my hand between Emma's thighs, Scott following my lead. At this, I see your expression melt as he strokes your leg and your now swollen pussy and clit.All four of us are locked in a merry-go-round of sultry looks, connected by fingers and hands. You and Emma hold hands, fingers locked and entwined, squeezing as each of you feel your clits being stroked and rubbed. By the way Emma grasps your hand so tightly, you know damn well that my fingers, just two, have sunk inside her. With this in mind, you take your other hand and whilst I stare at Emma you unfasten Scott’s zipper. With a look of sheer molten lust in your eyes, you take my hand now and rest it on his thigh. I glance down to see his throbbing cock protruding from his jeans with your dainty hand wrapped round it, your thumb wiping his pre-cum around its swollen tip. Not to be outdone and to your shock, I slide his zip further down and with no struggle from him I cup his balls in my hand, pausing to stroke between his arse and sac with my fingertips. You can’t see exactly what I'm doing but you can feel his cock throb each time I squeeze and stroke and you second guess my actions...

"This is a bit risky for in here...." I say out loud. We all look at each other and shrug it off. "Only if we get caught!..." Emma replies and you agree with a broad smile. For now we retrieve our hands to pause for drinks and smiles all round. The DJ announces that the club room upstairs is now open. "Shall we?" asks Scott.
"I've got an idea," Emma ventures, " let me go on ahead with Wayne, we’ll check it out and then you two can follow us in ten minutes or so."
We all agree to this suggestion and with that Emma grabs my hand and leads me away, whispering as we go, " Nobody comes up here for at least half an hour or so yet...." A wry smile plays on her lips. "Let’s give them a suprise eh?..."
So, encased in the darkest corner, music pulsing with nobody around we are alone. My cock is semi hard but not for long as she undoes my jeans, grasping me in her hand, getting me harder by the second. Slowly she pulls back my skin, revealing the swollen purple head. Wetting her lips, she leans right forward and lets my hardness prise her soft lips open. I sigh deeply as she takes me in her mouth, warm and moist like the soft wet pussy I am in no doubt she has between her legs. Within three mouthfuls I’m as hard as granite and I grip her head with each thrust forward as she takes me right into her throat. She pauses to ask me " You like that?..." I just reply with " Mmmm, yeah..."
In my mind though I'm thinking of you and how you will react. Within minutes I get my answer; a jaw dropping grin from ear to ear, your cheeks flushed a soft pink. You gaze at me with such intensity, your expression is one of heady adoration, passion and fire. Your jealousy is over-ridden by the urge to walk on over and drop to Emma's side to fulfil an age-old fantasy you and I have always shared... Your tongues flick over my bell-end and then roll together, licking down my shaft til your hungry little mouths take a ball each to gently suck on.

I get the feeling none of us really care now if anyone can see this even though I'm fairly sure they can't. Looking at my new wing man, I beckon Scott to come closer. "Come and touch them..." I mouth to him. Seeing as suprise is the order of the evening I’m keen to keep the theme going. He approaches to come and tend to you both. Moving in tentatively, he stretches out his hands to caress both of your upturned arses. As he lifts both your skirts up, his eyes glaze over and he begins to smile widely. As I watch I see his cock twitching in his jeans. Maybe it’s the feeling of yours and Emma’s lips wrapped all over my shaft but I’m getting such a high from the whole situation. I’m not nervous anymore, far from it, I’m hungry for more. The boundaries are going to get well and truly pushed tonight. Instinctively I know you feel the same way, the look in your eyes as you feast on my stiff dick tells me all I need to know.
"Too gentle..." I urge, to which you both look up from my lap where you're sucking and licking me into a state of utter insanity. "Really?..." you murmur, gazing defiantly from under long eyelashes. " Not you ladies, I mean Scott...Go for it mate..."
With that you both bite down and I know his fingers are fucking you both hard. You look up at me again, your mouth full of me and with a gentle nod I think "Oh fuck yes..."
I beckon for Scott to come and take my place. He jumps at the chance, what man wouldn’t? and so we switch. Knowing full well my fingers can make you cum hard and fast, I take it easy with you, wanting to draw out your pleasure, make you feel as amazing as you are... I feel your body and Emma’s both moving rythmically as you suck Scott's cock. I marvel at the way you both rock back and forth, allowing my fingers to fuck your shiny dribbling pussies nice and deep til they’re buried right up to the knuckles. I can’t tell how how inviting or how succulent you both look bent over before me, I could cum just feasting my eyes on those two pink juice slits, open and ripe for the taking mmmm.... Scott positions himself onto the low wooden platform, meaning you both have to raise your arses up a little higher and my dirty horny mind gets filthier still. I make my next move, I’m going to crank the heat right up a few more degrees, after all you only live once!... My cock is slippery wet with all my pre-cum, there’s so much it looks almost as if I've cum already,but I know this is just the start. I growl hoarsely as at last I give in, I take my engorged prick in my fist and slowly stroke up and down it’s length. I have to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out, oh fuck it feels good. I glance up and find Scott watching me, he’s making no effort to disguise his arousal, his eyes glued to my cock. As I roll my foreskin back slowly and deliberately he licks his lips and groans. “Fuck me! I don’t know where to look next mate! “ He points at you and Emma as you enthusiastically fuck him with your mouths and then at me wanking. I’m kind of shocked at how turned on I feel under his brazen horny stare. I realise that Scott arouses me too....

I stop wanking my prick, eager to get into you and I cup your gorgeous pert arse with both hands, gently squeezing my fingers into your soft flesh as I slide the head of my aching cock inside. "Mmm ooooh Wayne..." you moan in voice that’s sexy as fuck. You’re way past being shy, truly stunning to me and my heart violently beats in my chest as I feel such love for you. Your filthy moans catch Emma’s attention and she looks over her shoulder to see what I'm up to. She sees my cock sliding out of your engorged pussy, slick with creamy juices. " Ooooh! Stop right there!..." she orders. She shifts around to lap at my dick, licking me clean. "Now carry on..." she laughs softly, her eyes wide and dark, pupils so dilated they’re almost completely black.
Ecstatic at seeing another man's solid cock between your lips, I start thrusting faster, revelling in feeling every inch of me inside you. "Time for you to join me round here Scott, what do you reckon mate? “ I grin wolfishly at him. He moves behind Emma but I stop him in his tracks. "No...How about here?...” I invite him to take a look at your delicious pussy.
Emma urges him on, confident in her mind that she will get her turn on my cock, eager to have me grinding into her pussy. "Soon..." I encourage her, my ardour knowing no limits. "For now I want you to come and suck my cock and bend over so that Steph can eat your pussy...make you nice and ready for me..." I smile at my new found sense of command. Her mouth stretches wide as my cock pulsates and I watch on as your wet pink tongue darts out of your sweet mouth, making a beeline for her waiting sex. This is like a dream, I’m almost sure I’ll wake up at any moment...

With no warning Scott slams his hard shaft inside and I can almost hear your exquisite cries as his balls slap against your arse. This convinces me that all this is very much for real and anything but a dream! Scott’s deep hard thrusts send you crazy, your tongue no longer just flicking over Emma's swollen slit, but rammed deep inside her luscious hole. It’s hot as hell watching your reaction, each time he hammers into you, you push your face into her wetness, forcing her to clamp down hard onto my cock. We’ve become a four way train of people fucking, warm writhing bodies, all moulded into one erotic mass.

Now I'm really ready to up the stakes, my horny streak well and truly coming into it's own. I ask Scott if he's game too. He holds my gaze for a moment, contemplating the implication in my voice. I help you ladies to stand back up so you can watch. With my wet, throbbing member in my hand I meet his eye again, once more he licks his lips as I stroke myself, I can see the lust written all over his face. My fierce arousal is in control now and without a thought I rub my thumb over my bulbous helmet and along it’s eye to gather up some pre-cum. I deliberately stick out my tongue to catch it as it drips from my thumb. "So Scott, will you suck it for me?...” My voice doesn’t sound like mine. All three of you react to my actions. You whimper longingly, your hands firmly clamped between your thighs. Emma stares with undiluted lust and reaches for you, wanting to kiss you and touch you as you both watch. I look at Scott, watch his Adam’s Apple bob up and down in his throat. He pauses, contemplative for a moment but I see his tool lurching angrily betraying him. "Mmmm, for the ladies, give them a real treat...” He smiles and winks “ Mmmm...” he murmurs sinking to his knees.           " Can I repay the favour though?..." I reply, smiling back at him, daring him to see how far he’s prepared to go. He answers me by nodding then taking my prick in both hands. You and Emma can hardly believe your eyes or ears and your hands are all over each other, stroking each others breasts, thighs and pussies, your tongues dancing over one in an erotic tango.

I sit back,my cock bursting in readiness as he crouches down, mouth open, taking all of me, his wide flat tongue and hot mouth sucking me in. "Fuck Scott!...That's good..." I exclaim, totally unprepared for this. "I know..." he pauses to reply in a low voice, " Let's just say I'm no virgin in this territory...I can make you cum so hard, harder than these two together!.." He throws his head back laughing seductively. Both you and Emma and Emma urge us on, "Dare you!..." Emma teases us as she pulls you close to her and kisses you deeply again.
Fuelled by the whole situation I look down at Scott, I couldn’t back out now even if I wanted too, which I definitely did not. " So do it...." He begins to wank my cock furiously and sucks me so hard in a way only a man would, his mouth is like a vacuum on my dick, it’s so intense I can’t fight my reactions. My hips buck and jerk as he swallows me whole with relentless energy. “Fuck!....” I roar.
"Wayne!... Cum hard in his mouth for me baby..." you say your voice barely a rasp, your eyes are like scorching coals, burning with raw emotion. "And Scott, I want you to keep his hot cum in your mouth for me." You’re so fucking turned on, seems you too have thrown all caution to the wind, my gorgeous wild thing.
I'm reaching the point of no return, throbbing so hard and oh god!...I'm going to cum! For once I don't care that it's not in a female pussy, mouth or arse. With Scott’s greedy mouth devouring me coupled with seeing the way you command both of us men, a look of utter filth in your eyes as you alternate between Emma's hard nipples and kissing her sends me right over the edge.The final straw comes as your fingers work each others pussies furiously. Scott remains still as I pound his mouth and I fire my hot load deep into his mouth and throat.
"Fuck me! How much?!" he exclaims, his mouth full and some of my sticky cum dribbling from the corners of his mouth. He beckons you to go to him, through my dazed eyes I get off on the way you are with him, at ease and obviously turned on. Your lips lock onto his as he kisses you deeply, passing you my cum with not a drop spilt.
"Emma, take it off Steph and swallow it..." I groan as the after shocks rack through my entire body. She purrs, "Mmm I love the taste of cum..." She can hardly wait. "There's more to come then." I smile lazily, already feeling my dick stirring again. "Pardon the pun!.." I push Scott down into a chair. His cock springs forward ready for my attention. I grip my hand tightly around his shaft and lower my mouth, twisting my fingers as I do so. "Mmmm..." he groans very loudly. "Are you sure you're a first time cock sucker Wayne?.." I just nod but knowingly I smile, " I have a good teacher in Steph... now shut up and enjoy..."

Still fired up and horny as hell, you ladies sit facing each other and begin rubbing each other's amazing breasts, sucking and licking and kissing. I can’t take my eyes off you as you take Emma’s stiff dark nipples between your teeth, nipping and suckling feverishly until Emma looks close to screaming the place down. I watch proudly and lustfully as you pleasure her intensely so that her legs spread open and her head lolls back, her fingers clasping onto your hair. Emma plays you back at your own game now, her nimble hands stretching your pussy open so she can fuck you good with her fingers, slipping her little finger into your tight little arsehole in such a way that it makes you writhe in your seat. I can hear you begging her “ Fuck me Emma... Don’t stop...” before matching her moves too. My eyes widen as right before me I can see your whole hand buried in her quivering cunt. I start sucking harder on Scott’s meaty length now, alternating with fast twisting hand movements. I feel him start to tremble, knowing that at any moment, for the very first time, I'm going to feel another man's hot salty cum flood my mouth. All the while you and Emma watch our every movement, your hands working one anothers dripping pussies.
Scott is starting to stiffen and he grips the back of my head as I initially struggle to take such an aroused man's load but eventually he twitches for the last time and smiles down at me with a satisfied "Ahhhhh..." I feel his cock pulse between my lips over and over again. I can't speak, my mouth is full and I pull your awaiting lips to mine and a passionate kiss ensues as I pass the man's cum to you, saving a little for myself to savour and swallow. Emma is amazed at us, "What a horny, sexy couple you two make!..." She grins affectionately.
"Depends on the company." I retort, winking at her. Seeing how wet, horny and ready she is, I say "Open your legs wide for me Emma, we should make it a double..." And with this I launch my tongue into her creamy pussy, lashing her hard clit side to side, my chin grazing her entrance. Sliding two fingers into her pulsing slit, I instruct you to sit next to her. I ask Scott if he minds,as he's still recovering from his fierce orgasm. "Not at all." he answers happily.
With two hands opening both your pussies wide with my fingers, as many as you can take, I rub your G-Spots just right. Scott watches briefly as the two of you writhe in ecstasy, indulging in long hard kisses, your tongues twisted together. It doesn't take long for his cock to spring back into action once again and he decides you can both suck on his ever hardening cock shaft.In unison and with the introduction of his member you both squeeze my arms. I feel it, your pussies opening up and tightening, clenching over and over til you scream " Oh yes! Wayne! Fuck!...Yeah...."
It is now I look straight in your eyes. Oh Steph....that look of such hunger, of total and utter love for me alone...

Emma is teetering on the edge and you turn to kiss her, still feelings the waves of pleasure as your tongue brushes and slides against hers. All this is making my cock throb and then a thought strikes me. I pull my fingers away from Emma... and replace them with my cock. You moan so loudly " Fuck her Wayne! Really good and hard!...Scott, lick his balls for him..."
"Fuck me Steph!.... Ohhh Steph, my balls are being sucked so good...Such a tight pussy...My cock’s going to explode..." I almost yell with force.
"Cum inside her, deep inside that tight little pussy baby!..." Your voice wraps round my mind and my senses, I hear the need, the wanting. I'm overwhelmed by your horny demands and on hearing the raw guttural sound of your request, my balls erupt. Her pussy grips my cock so hard and tight and she begins to cum too, turning to you as she does so she cries "Oh god, Steph is he for real?..."
To which you reply with raw conviction, " You better believe it you horny little bitch!... Now take it, all of him, feel all his cum inside you, make his cock feel how tight your cunt is..." She shakes uncontrollably as the final throws of her orgasm sweep her away. My spunk slows and her tight grip gradually fades.

"Mmmmm Scott!" You instantly get his attention, your voice heavy with lust. " Scott... Please get down on your knees and suck Wayne’s cum out of your girl’s gorgeous pussy and bring it to me...." I can hardly believe your words, desire ripping through me as I watch you seduce him by licking your soft lips and looking him dead in the eye with a look that could hypnotise. "I want to taste a little of all of you...” Instinctively she crouches over his mouth and lets it dribble onto his awaiting tongue. You join him and she does the same for you. I gaze at you, you look like the proverbial cat who got the cream. I'm amazed by you and oh so proud.
Just then we hear distant laughter and voices approaching. Phew...close call, I smile inwardly. Emma straightens her clothes and asks, "Who wants to stay here and who wants to carry this on back at our place?!" We all giggle at this, it’s a no-brainer!
"Who's getting the coats? " Scott asks grinning.
"Me!" I reply like a shot, "Cos I want to stand at the bottom of those stairs so I can look up your skirts Steph and Emma... Let me see those gorgeous pussies dribbling with cum!"
And with that we make a hasty exit to carry on with the adventure of a life time.......

The Journey Home

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 27 Aug 2012 05:14:00 +0000

Weary and fed up, Sasha almost crawled onto the train home from work that day. To add to her inner frustration she discovered that there were no free seats for her to throw herself into. Blank and bored faces stared straight through her as she searched the crowded carriage. Finally giving up she grabbed hold of a handrail and slumped against it in defeat. What a horrendous day it had been and to top it off, a disciplinary from her boss. All she longed for now was to get home and close the front door behind her. A large glass of chilled white wine and a long hot soak in the bath were the order of the day. As she began to sink into her reverie she became aware of a presence, or rather a feeling that she was being watched. As she slowly raised her eyes from where they'd been firmly rooted to the dirty floor of the train, she scanned the compartment once again. Just the usual throng of commuters; the "suits" that travelled daily to and from the city. She returned to starring glumly at the floor. Again she felt eyes resting on her. Starting to feel self conscious, she fiddled with the hem on her jacket. She wished she had thought to grab her MP3 player from her desk drawer at work. Anything to distract her from feeling paranoid.
"This is ridiculous!" she scolded herself and again forced her eyes upwards. Gazing directly back at her was a man with the darkest brooding eyes she had ever seen. The way in which he openly appraised her made her flush and glance away sharply. For the craziest moment she had thought...

"Oh Sasha! Don't be so stupid!" said Practical-Sensible's voice in her head. " There's no way on God's earth he would be looking at me..." But as she gave a sideways glance at the man again, sure enough, he was steadily looking straight back at her and to her suprise he grinned a lazy smile at her. A feeling rippled through her stomach and despite herself she flushed again, this time in pleasure. This time she maintained eye contact with the man, returning the smile coyly.
Practical-Sensible spoke up again " What on earth do you think you're doing? You don't even know him!" But Sasha quelled the voice as something else took over. The way he continued to look at her brought about a whole new set of feelings. It was as if just by looking at her he was drinking her in, contemplating her. Steadily she met his eyes once more and she felt a jolt of sheer lust as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Images flashed through her mind and despite the fact he was a total stranger to her, she imagined his tongue exploring her most intimate parts. She began to feel an intense heat creeping over her, the crowded train carriage seemed to close in on her and then something else....

She could feel how wet and turned on she'd become. Practical-Sensible's voice had long been drowned out. Starring right back at him, she too licked her lips and toyed with the top button of her blouse. It was a challenge for her not to gasp out loud and draw attention to herself from the other passengers. The sexual tension hung heavily in the air, neither of them took their eyes away from the others. By now Sasha could feel her moistness drenching through her lacy knickers and between her thighs, she was desperate to quench the intense craving for release. Instinctively her hand began to wander down discreetly, her lips parted, almost panting. Her actions seemed to ignite something in his eyes as his gaze become more intent. She fantasized that his hand was rubbing his cock through his trousers. The thrill of taking such risks in a public place overwhelmed her. Gone were the thoughts of how her arrogant young boss had belittled her that day; feelings of empowerment replacing them. Suddenly the train jolted to a standstill. Startled, she realised they had arrived at the station and hurriedly she snapped out of her erotic moment as people began pushing and shoving their way out and onto the platform, eager to get home. In an almost blind panic her eyes flew round trying to maintain contact with the mysterious man. Her heart plummeted as she realised he had disappeared from her view. People were milling around her, impatiently glaring at her as she blocked the exit. Pulling herself hastily together she got off the train, her legs like jelly as she set foot on the platform.

It took her a few moments and several gulps of cool evening air before she finally got a grip of herself. Shaking her head she almost laughed out loud at her stupidity. "Great, now I'm all fired up and... well..." Slowly in a daze she picked her way through the busy station. She felt hot and sticky despite the chilly evening that was settling in and her cheeks burnt with the shame she felt at her naivety, of her abandonment. Just as she walked past the door to the toilets, a hand reached out and forcibly grabbed her arm, pulling her inside. Just as she was about to scream a hand clamped over her mouth, stifling her alarm and her body was swiftly ushered into one of the cubicles. It was only then that she was able to twist her body round to discover who her assailant was...
Those dark brooding eyes met her own, followed by hungry lips, his tongue probing deep inside her mouth. At first, she was so shocked she froze, unable to fight him off or make a cry for help. Then his hands began to move roughly over her body, firmly kneading her breasts, his fingers sliding into her blouse and under her bra to discover already hard nipples beneath. A deep moan escaped her lips, almost unrecognisable to her. His mouth once again moved over hers to steal it, his eyes flashing with pure unadulterated lust. She was already soaking wet and despite the risk and potential danger she could be in, she felt alive, her entire body pulsing with desire. His mouth travelled to her neck, teeth on her skin sending sharp sensations through her and she threw her head back as he moved lower still, tearing at her blouse to release her breasts taking a nipple between his teeth.

Again she felt tremors coursing through her. By now all fear had subsided, taken over instead by animal lust and need. Her hands moved swiftly over him, feeling the hardness of his cock in his trousers, applying pressure as she felt the length of him through the material.
Looking up at her he shook his head and pushed her hand away with authority. With that he yanked up her skirt, pulling her knickers to one side so forceably that she fell backwards against the wall of the cubicle, not caring if anyone heard the commotion. His fingers traced over her pussy lips sending wave after wave of pleasure that verged on pain she was that turned on. Without warning he sank to his knees, pushing her legs apart. With one last glance up at her he buried his head between her thighs, his tongue probing at her clit. She felt like she would explode as his tongue slid deliberately inside her hot wet slit, moving deeper until she could hardly control the urge to cum. Her pussy seemed to clamp round his tongue, her fingers gripping his hair, pushing her pussy right onto his face.

Aware that she was close to cumming he moved away from her briefly and stood. Mouth glistening with her juices he grabbed her face and kissed her hard. She could taste herself on his tongue, on his lips; so sweet that she couldn't help but moan out loud once more. Her eyes pleaded with him to give her what she so desperately desired. The same wolf-like grin returned, playing over his lips. Before she knew it he had spun her round to face away from him, pushing her against the wall. The tiles were cold against her breasts sending yet more new sensations through her.
"Please..." she moaned softly as she felt him close behind her, his mouth breathed in her ear, "Please what?..." His hands grabbed her hips, his nails digging into her flesh, his breath sending shivers down her spine. She could hardly bare another moment of such delicious torture.
She felt the heat of his hard cock pressing onto her skin and she began to rub herself against him. feeling that he too was already wet with anticipation. She heard him let out a low groan as he guided the tip of his throbbing member forward to her most sensitive and intimate spot. She jutted her arse out, spreading her legs wide, enticing him. "Fuck me...." she breathed out heavily and with that he slid his achingly hard manhood firmly inside her, her hungry pussy devouring it's length.
Biting her fist hard so she would not scream in pleasure, she began to rock her hips back and forth building up such intense friction. He filled her up entirely, stretching her wide open in a way she had never before experienced. He began to thrust himself deeper into her, the tip of his cock massaging her G-Spot, whilst his hand reached round to rub her solid clit.

By now she knew she could no longer resist the avalanche of ecstasy as he fucked her faster, picking up the pace dramatically as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back towards him so he could kiss her fiercely once more. With that she dissolved into a deeply intense orgasm, her pussy gripping his cock so tightly as she reached a dizzying climax that tore right through her. This prompted a deep throaty growl from him as he slammed into her hard, his balls slapping against her arse. His grip on her hips tightening as with one last thrust he filled her swollen pussy with jets of his hot wet cum. Panting and breathing heavily they remained that way, their bodies damp with sweat and passion. He brushed her hair out of the way and softly kissed the nape of her neck, tongue lingering against her skin.
"About that warning this morning Sasha...I won't be putting it on your permanent record ok?..." he murmured into her hair. A slow smile crept across her lips.....

Bathtub Blow

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 27 Aug 2012 04:56:00 +0000

As I lie here in the bath, filled to the rim with steaming hot water and bubbles, I relax and close my eyes.... I picture your hand reaching down,delving through the bubbles and into the water. You take me in your grip and softly begin to stroke my soft but rapidly awakening and already hardening cock which is responsive to your touch alone.My blood rushes all around my body and I feel a tingle, a bolt of energy entering my being. A floodgate opens and my desires and thoughts burst forth with a single touch. Now solid, this desire grows as your hand tightens it's grip,stroking fluidly up to the tip and down to the base...

My tightening sac and balls work together to tell me they are armed and ready to shoot with bullet like precision upon my command. My will and want are great but to let go now would be disappointing, an anti-climax... My desire is to take the visions that play out under my closed eyelids further still, to let them play out to a more satisfying conclusion. As I raise my hips, my throbbing bell end, purple and swollen with arousal, pierces the water's surface, forging it's way through the foamy layer of bubbles. Eyes still firmly closed I jerk as I am pleasantly suprised at the sensation of lips and then tongue... A wry smile plays across my face as I think "Oh yes...I get what I most desire...".
I am brought back a little closer to reality as I feel those soft lips enveloping my shaft from it's very sensitive tip sliding downwards to it's base then back up once again...

With my hands now wedged under my buttocks for support I thrust myself upwards and then sink my body back down again, in perfect unison to your mouth's rhythmical movements. I groan softly and you moan... I twitch and you speed up your momentum. With my senses overwhelmed, pulses and throbs merge and blur into one undiluted sensation of sheer pleasure. My sac tightens even further and sensing this you quicken your attentions and increase the vacuum your lips have formed around my solid member.
"Cum for me..." you mumble softly, not an easy feat when your mouth is stretched to the hilt with my cock, yet I comprehend your muffled request.

My body stiffens, I reach out blindly to grasp the back of your head...
"Yes!..." I shout, "Oh....Yes!..."
No sooner have these words left my lips, my cock spills it's own communication in the form of sweet jets of spunk. I hear you make a choking noise as each warm rope of liquid hits the sensitive lining at the back of your throat. I realise however that you are not choking but greedily swallowing every last drop I have to offer. Your pretty mouth now sucks at my tip, whilst your slender fingers squeeze upwards from the base to make sure once, twice, three times... Not one drop escapes you...

Completely sated I begin to open my eyes. The steamy bathroom now reveals a secret, one that must be kept just that. My wife Sarah you are not... Her twin sister, my sister-in-law Louisa to be exact indeed you are...
"Sis..." I murmer in muted disbelief.
"Mmmm well you will insist on bathing with your eyes closed..." comes the teasing reply.

Just a dream I realise with a jolt as I open my eyes for real, seeing that I am alone with only my solid cock for company, ever hardening at my thoughts.
"Now..." I ponder, "How to make that dream come true?..."

Romance Novel Junkies: RNJ Website Launch

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 01:03:00 +0000

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Do or Die

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 19:23:00 +0000

“Kiss me...” Oh the words I long to hear. The invitation to get close to him, it’s far too good to resist. Those eyes. Oh my, how deep and dark they are, pulling me in and entrancing me with their steady gaze.
All is still except for the sound of our rapid breathing as we stand, almost touching. His face is so close to mine. We are at a cliff face, balancing precariously upon it’s crumbling ledge. The tension and raw emotion in the air envelopes us. One sudden move and we will fall over the edge and down into a endless crevasse.
I know that if I lean any further forward towards him I will graze his soft lips with mine and there will be no return, no way back.
The chemistry between us is both unique and overpowering. My heart threatens to burst out of my chest with the sweet anticipation of that very first touch.
His eyes burn brightly, his gaze unwavering. He lights my touch paper, my fuse and before I know it, I’m consumed in flames.
“Kiss me...” His gentle words come again, urging me on. I am intoxicated by him and the sound of his low hushed tones. I am mesmerised by his very presence and I have to fight to even breathe.
The cliff face begins to crumble and disintegrate beneath us, sending an avalanche of rocks and dust hurtling downwards. Our feet are already slipping on the loose and treacherous ground on which we stand. As he clasps my hands in his, I offer up a prayer. I hope that he won’t ever let me go.
Our fate is sealed as our lips meet in the sweetest way. Clinging on to each other we are falling, on our decent we plummet weightlessly together into the great abyss of the unknown.

Quietly Sliding Beneath

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 15:26:00 +0000

In the darkness I feel my way over to the bed, taking great care not to disturb you my darling. Lifting up a corner of the plush duvet cover, I ease my naked body beneath it’s warm fabric whilst holding my breath for fear of waking you from peaceful slumber, shattering your restful state.

I lie completely still for a few long moments before I dare to slide carefully over the mattress to where you lie, fast asleep. It’s pure heaven as I feel that delicious warmth of your skin against mine. It fills me with so many feelings; of coming home, finding peace, such deep affection and an unwavering love for you and....

I get a powerful erotic charge surge through me as my bare breast brushes against your shoulder. Such slight contact generates a deep molten lust. My insides crumble and melt into a viscous mess of arousal at your close proximity. Gently, I drape my arm across your chest, feeling it rise and fall with each steady breath you take. Closing my eyes I try to relax, to quieten the cries of my inner sexual yearning. I can settle for holding you close instead.

A little while after I join you in our bed, just as I’m drifting off into sleep, you stir, becoming aware of my presence next to you. You roll over to face me, your eyelids still closed. I feel your warm sweet breath on my cheek as you lean in closer to me and plant a soft kiss upon my lips, then another...and another...

I am coaxed from the daze of slumber and instantly set alight by your touch. I respond with deep kisses filled with passion and desire for the man I love. Our bodies wriggle around, shifting our positions in order to lie alongside, right up close and personal. I hear your soft whispering sighs of pleasure and I feel euphoric. For soon I’ll finally be joined so intimately and inextricably with you my darling, once again.

Into your ear I whisper, oh so softly, words I have longed to utter to you in person.
“I love you my angel.....”

Caned & Unable

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 11:52:00 +0000

The creeping prickles on my damp skin, slithering up the back of my neck towards the base of my reverberating skull. Like spiders crawling on my scalp, the feeling rapidly takes hold of me and pin-prick beads of sweat burst out of each and every pore.

Breathless, I have to pause to steady myself, my frenzied pulse is racing violently. I half expect to watch my heart burst out of my chest, tearing it’s way out from beneath my skin, such is it’s manic beat.

I’m holding my breath again...Just relax...Relax!... Tension seizes up my limbs, my fingers grip the handrail on the stairs I’m trying to ascend. I try and cling onto something that’s firm and stable in my unbalanced world. It’s so loud in here, the repetitive beats are deafening me. I feel disorientated by such overwhelming noise and the thudding vibrations that seem to bounce around my chest in time. I give my brain instructions. “Move your feet. Climb the stairs. Just. One. At. A. Time.” There must be a fault, perhaps a fuse has blown somewhere on my neurological circuit board and I remain rooted to the spot.

Breathe...Yes! Breathe!...God, it’s so so hot in here. The air is thick like a smog and stale. Sticky moisture drips from the ceiling and rolls of the grimy walls. Again comes the skin crawling. I’m aware of rubbing at my arms as I try to shake off the imaginary bugs that want to eat my flesh. I’m adamant in my own mind that they are infesting my body, leaving their filthy trail of excrement and destruction in their wake.

My mouth is parched and dry. My tongue feels thick, far too big my mouth... Where did I leave my bottle of water?... I try to retrace my last steps but they’re blurred and confused in my fucked up mind. A sickly rush of heat engulfs me and nausea sets in with a vengeance. I panic. I must not, under any circumstances, be sick. Not yet, not here...Need to be alone....

A furious battle rages between my senses and my brain. What the hell has happened here? Why did I do this to myself?... I’m floating now, suspended in the air somehow and levitating several feet above where I was just standing. How can this be? What’s holding me up? Metal wires? Have I grown wings? Is this all just a bad dream?....

I catch sight of someone who appears identical to myself. They’re just standing there, motionless below me. I realise with muted shock that the person is me. I’m looking down upon myself from way up here. I study the foreign yet strangely familiar face with it’s wide black eyes and pale face with it’s blank and vacant expression. Could it be that I have left my own body?

Everything is hazy, like I’m peering through a veil of mist. All the voices that I hear surrounding me seem to melt into one distorted noise, like a record played at low speed under water. I’m growing ever more confused and I can’t grasp hold of any one train of thought. I wish they would all be quiet for just a while...

I feel what can only be a firm grip around my waist. I am being propelled carefully up the spiral staircase that my feet refused to climb up by themselves a little while ago.
“Get her some water! Move out the way!” One voice alone stands out from the confusion. A voice of authority and safety. I find myself being set down onto a seat, it’s metal and the backs of my legs stick to it, the heat of my skin welding me fast. Cool, wet liquid now dribbles onto my trembling lips. It seeps into my mouth and down my chin but it offers blessed relief to the desert in there. Now I can swallow.

Out of nowhere, a blast of crisp cold air from above. As it makes contact with the top of my head and floats downwards, I feel my faculties return with a vengeance. Like a kiss of life revives, so does this sacred breeze. Within seconds I am aware of my surroundings. I blink my eyes and I have crystal clear 20/20 vision. The crawling skin bugs vanish as if blown away on the wind. The perspiration evaporates, probably joining that viscous sweat of a thousand others as it slides down the walls and off the ceiling. A bright burst of energy surges through me and I try to stand despite voices of concern. No need, I smile as I stand tall once more.

I strut, yes, actually strut back down the spiral staircase. I immerse myself into the pulsing wanton throng that is the dance floor. The thumping bass line has me afraid no more. It has me spellbound and I am no longer clumsy or disorientated. My body and mind respond. I dance as if life itself depends on it. I feel so alive. My veins course with the new found boundless energy I’m feeling. I feel reborn, emerging from the darkness. I once was caned and now I’m able.

What Would the Neighbours Say? Alter-Egos 1st Fuck!...

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 09:37:00 +0000

Meeting Chris was a major turning point for Louise. It was a birth of somebody new and the beginning of a new era. Feeling despair at the casual dates she frequent found herself on, with unadventurous guys (who quite frankly just didn’t cut the mustard), she cautiously began search the internet instead, looking for someone who would fit the bill. She required an individual who shared similar desires, someone who got turned on by excitement, taking risks and having adventures, especially when it came down to the nitty gritty of sex.

Louise had always felt as though something profound was missing from her life but had quietly accepted this for so long.Until she happened upon a rather eye-opening website catering for the more “open-minded” individual. That was how she became acquainted with Chris. Initially they chatted in the web site's chat forums, then over the telephone until tentatively a date was made and they got to meet each other face-to-face for the very first time. There was an instant spark, a real chemistry between them so it wasn’t long before they became acquainted on a more intimate level. Louise felt able to express her fantasies and carnal cravings to him without the fear of ridicule or being called a freak of nature.

Three months or so into their relationship, Chris confessed his most private and intimate secret - his love of dressing up as a woman, when the urge took him. Accepting this revelation was pretty easy for Louise and Chris soon began shyly asking for her involvement, sometimes to apply his make-up or to fasten the zip up on whichever dress he’d slipped into. She even began to call him ‘Chrissie’ on these shared private occasions much to his delight and approval.
In actual fact, he made a very realistic and overtly sexy lady. His efforts were always meticulous, perfection a must and it paid off in the end results.

Louise recalled a late night heart-to-heart she’d had with Chrissie. Louise had sat listening intently to her partner divulging in what would ultimately fulfil her lover sexually and make their sex life truly amazing.

Chris was perfectly happy and comfortable as a man during his day-to-day life; he had no desire to permanently change his assigned gender to become wholly female. Nor did he waddle bow-legged around town ,dressed in some ridiculous outfit, with a face full of stubble and a ropey wig. His alter-ego only made an appearance behind closed doors. What Chris enjoyed most about dressing up and assuming character was the transformation that took place and the freedom to express a different facet to his personality. Privately, he had a real thing for neatly tucking his cock and balls into women's’ underwear, enjoying the feel of lace, satin or silk against his skin, be it when he was dressed up to the nines or concealed under jeans or work overalls.
Louise embarked on her own personal journey of discovery with Chrissie; learning and growing sexually. She was startled at what she found out along the way...
It transpired that when Chris became Chrissie, Louise underwent a transformation of her own. Along came her macho rugged alter-ego who went by the name ‘Louie’. It took a little getting used to at first but when the penny finally dropped and she got her head around the concept, she dived in willing. This meant major fireworks between them as they ventured further. Louise felt free as a bird when she became Louie, free to go without make-up, to swagger around and let it all hang loose. As Louie, she adapted a rough and ready persona of a testosterone filled red blooded guy....

So, the story truly began one evening, the stage was the suburban house Louise and Chris shared. The play has been discussed and planned for weeks and was set to be something special. It would mark another momentous step forward together into the great unknown...

Louie was already dressed in snugly fitting faded jeans and a tight white vest that emphasised toned neat biceps. The ensemble was topped off with a baseball cap worn low, hair slicked back beneath. A pair of Caterpillar work boots finished off his outfit and Louie admired the reflection that stared back at him from the mirror. A sly smile formed on his lips as he gazed down to his crotch, to the prominent hardness that was visible beneath his jeans. The barely concealed bulge was none other than a beautiful rubber strap-on, that boasted an impressive 9 inches length and a nice thick girth to match. Wearing the strap-on cock made Louie feel every bit the part of a young and virile man and he ran his fingers along it’s denim clad length with pride. The hard rigid shaft instantly stirred up dark desires within as he felt it press against his pubic bone unforgivingly whilst a specially modified rubber pad lay resting a carefully concealed clitoris.

Assuming his full character, Louie jauntily climbed the stairs, two at a time, cursing gruffly as he went. “How much longer are you gonna take, for Christ sake?”
Chrissie’s soft voice called back to him as he neared the bedroom. “I’m almost ready darling. I want to look my very best for you Louie!...”
Louie barged into the master bedroom to find Chrissie tossing her long silky hair around her bare shoulders. This act caused Louie to stand and stare for a long moment. she looked so damn hot, sat there, perched on the bed, with her long platinum blond hair, tanned skin and lean body which was carefully adorned by a silky expensive looking camisole. Chrissie’s legs were encased in black fishnet stockings, her feet fastened into spiked high heels to complete her look. They seemed to go on for miles and Louie imagined them wrapped around his neck for a fleeting moment. All in all, Chrissie was the very image of glamour and femininity.

“Oh yeah, very fuck-able I’d say.” Louie remarked luridly, staring lustfully at Chrissie.
“Stop that...Now, please.... Do I look pretty Louie? be honest...” She enquired in such a demure and genteel manner, desperate for his approval.
“Mmm, like I told you, I’d happily fuck you and gladly ruin that tight little arse of yours too...” Louie hooked his fingers through the belt hoops on his jeans, jutting his hips forward before shifting stance to re-arrange his manhood in a convincingly masculine manner. Strolling closer to Chrissie, he continued to stare blatantly, making no attempt to disguise the animal urges that burned inside, fighting to be set loose. She fluttered her long black eyelashes at him and straightened up her back, which in turn pushed out the realistic breast inserts that padded out her bra. He licked his lips hungrily and reached out to grope a toned bronzed thigh roughly, dragging his hand up and down her leg.

“You certainly look pretty good from here...” Louie muttered, his eyes firmly riveted to Chrissie’s trembling thighs. The silk camisole slip had ridden up and her black lace stocking tops and suspender belt were on show.
“You are asking for a fucking good seeing to, dressed like that my girl.” Louie sneered, all the while feeling his crotch grow damp with arousal. The rubber dildo was ready to burst from his snug fitting jeans, straining to be unleashed. His searching hand then grazed against a firm mass that Chrissie had beneath her camisole. She had not had chance to slide into the matching french knickers before Louie had bulldozed his way into the room and now her silk covered cock twitched violently with the contact of his fingers. It was completely obvious at this point that they both felt the heady and disconcerting lust that pulsed between them.
“Oh Sir!... I’m not that kind of girl!...” Chrissie bleated her innocence but Louie interrupted her brusquely.
“Bullshit!...Your exactly that kind of girl. The kind of girl that’s just crying out to be shown who’s boss, a girl who’s asking to be fucked into the middle of next week...” Louie’s words were menacing and Chrissie’s neat, almost invisible Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in her throat with anxiety. Then she let out a yelp as he man-handled her up onto her feet, grabbing a fistful of tit for good measure and slapping a ripe peachy buttock sharply.

The crude and lascivious nature of Louie’s persona was a real power trip for him and it fuelled his lust to massive proportions. With force he shoved his hand between Chrissie’s thighs with no regard for her feelings or comfort.
“No!...Please, stop it now, don’t do that...” She cried as she feebly tried to bat away his invading hands, fighting against his strong grip in order to twist away from him. Louie however was one step ahead, grabbing her by her arms aggressively.
“Now where the fuck do you think you’re going Missy? Turn off the water works, there’s no point in being a cry baby!....You know it makes sense....” He grunted before cajoling her a little. “I ain't gonna hurt you....I can tell you want a good fucking....and I’m just the man to give it to you...”
Chrissie was not in the least bit convinced, her eyes wide with naked apprehension at what he had in mind for her. Neither of them had rehearsed exactly what would happen that night. It was now very much improvisation and unscripted, making the whole situation unpredictable and dangerous.

He turned Chrissie around so that she is facing away from him and ushered her closer to the full length mirror. He pressed the solid shaft of the rubber cock against her quivering buttocks, his hands pawing and mauling her round the front as he pulled on Chrissie’s throbbing member, her juicy tits and at the clasps of her suspenders. He shot his head forward, sinking his hot wet mouth down onto the sweet fragrant nape of her neck, leaving wet trails of saliva as he went. Oh Lord was he turned on! He felt like a feral animal; wild, vicious and above all, ravenous for Chrissie’s tight little hole.
“Do you want it? Hmmm? Want it in your arse?... Hard and deep in your arse? Tell me!....” A stream of filthy words spewed from Louie’s mouth, to which Chrissie had no choice but to reply in little high pitched squeals. “Yes! Oh God! Yes I do!...” She responded physically by pushing her sweet round cheeks right back up against him. The couple were ablaze with sexual electricity, unable to resist one another. Chrissie spun back round and lurched forward to kiss Louie who responded instantaneously with fierce and violent kisses of his own. He felt her slick lip gloss she had so carefully applied just minutes earlier, now smeared across his lips and chin. His hidden entrance cried out to be touched, but there were far more pressing and urgent tasks to be carried out.

Louie freed the bobbing beast of a dildo, relieved to be able to re-position it’s imposing thickness. Chrissie gawped with wide eyes and an open mouth the the impressive phallus that stood between them, a bizarre mixture of awe, anticipation and fear etched upon her beautiful face.
“Oh yeah! That’s right darling! I’m going to screw you with every inch of this real man’s cock, stretch you open, nice and wide...But first, you’d better get down there and wrap those slutty red lips around it. Suck it really good for me....”
Pushing her down to her knees, the submissive Chrissie sank down onto the carpet on the bedroom floor, then gazed on as she watched her very own hand grab hold of Louie’s shaft, noting how thick and hard it felt in her manicured hand as she began stroking him obediently.
“Come on, suck it for me, that’s it, I want to feel you fucking me with that filthy little mouth of yours!...” His voice roared down at her.

With tightly stretched lips, she obeyed him once more, struggling and choking on the cock that he shoved in her face. Despite her obvious discomfort, Louie grabbed handfuls of her lush blond hair and began fiercely drilling her mouth. He got a twisted thrill from looking down at her and watching her wretch and choke on him, tears streaming down her cheeks. His rod was soon well coated in wet rivers of Chrissie’s saliva, spat out from her slutty red mouth whilst she gazed upwards at him adoringly.
“Mmm, now wank me off, nice and hard!...” Louie practically barked at her and again she did as she was told, her hand becoming a blur with each pump of her fist, so desperate to please her tormentor. Meanwhile, Louie experienced violent jolts of lust from within his secret pussy, all of which were heightened by the sight of Chrissie as she sucked and tossed him off eagerly. In addition, the rubber clit platform massaged him raw with every movement she made with the strap-on cock. Wishing to regain some control, he pulled her back up onto her stiletto heels, determined to fuck her tight pink puckering, before he’d allow his own satisfaction to take over.
“Lie down, on your back...” growled Louie as he pushed the leggy blond back onto the bed. Tearing those delectable pins wide apart, he revealed at last that which he craved the most. Chrissie had carefully shaved and he was swiftly rewarded and greeted by the sight of her balls and her neat tight anus, completely devoid of pubic hair. Their shaved smoothness accentuated the tidy sac and twitching hole perfectly, inviting him to take them for his own and he approved immensely of her attention to detail, knowing she had done it to please and arouse him just as much as she had for vanity.

They hadn’t spent too much time discussing the exact outcome of the night, nor had they completely sussed out what they were comfortable with and where they drew the line sexually. However, now was not the time to enter into such a discussion! There was a wild and debauched atmosphere that seemed to swell between them both, making anything more than possible.
Louie let a large globule of spit fall from his mouth, grinning widely as it landed right on his desired target. Chrissie cried out softly in delight at the sensation of her lover’s saliva as it dribbled into his rectum. Taking hold of the fat rubbery cock between his legs, Louie guided it’s slick wet tip back and forth over Chrissie’s perfect little entry, to which Chrissie pleaded with a desperate shaky voice. “ Ohhhh Louie..... Please take me... Just fuck my arse....”
Chrissie began vigorously stroking at her own rigid dick that had turned a deep shade of purple. Rope-like veins were prominent along it’s shaft and silvery pre-cum pooled at it’s tiny eye. On seeing this, Louie swiped a finger over her cock tip, examining his find curiously before noisily sucking off the spoils with great relish. “Oh my, you taste really sweet....” he murmured hoarsely whilst wedging his bulbous end against her arsehole before forging onwards.
He knew he was taking her Chrissie’s anal virginity and took a little pity on her by generously smearing lube along the beautiful crack he was about to conquer. Chrissie was sobbing and whimpering with both fear and need. Louie felt a powerful lust surge through him as he mercilessly speared her with the entire dildo, ramming deep into her uncharted territory with brute force. Chrissie responded to his angry thrusts with mewling cries and strangled shouts as he fucked her to breaking point.

With Louie’s delicious meat buried deep in her arsehole, she wrapped her fist around her own length and furiously pumped her hand up and down in a frenzy. Chrissie’s hips began to buck wildly off the bed, her screams of pleasure and agony growing ever more frantic.
“Yes! Oh God Chrissie! Fuckin cum for me, cum for me baby!...” Louie all but screamed out to her. By now he was soaked with juices from his hidden pussy, his little secret clit rubbed raw and tender from friction. Yet the sharp sting of pain merely made the sensations more intense and he knew all to well that he’d soon reach his own climax...
He drilled on voraciously. As he fucked Chrissie’s sweet back passage, he grasped her silky ball sac in the palm of his hand whilst moaning all manner of expletives to the blond pinned beneath him, until she could take no more. Her arse muscles clenched tight like a vice and her body spasmed and writhed as she started to cum. Great wet spurts of semen fired from out of her cock, the contents of her balls emptied all over the place, soaking her crumpled silk cami and his jeans, whilst a stream of sperm dribbled it’s way over her crack and onto Louie’s thrusting strap-on. Only when Chrissie’s climax had fully peaked did Louie finally let himself go and he howled loudly with the sheer force with which he came, spilling another load of juices over them both.

God only knows what the neighbours must have thought was going on on the other side of the wall, such were the animalistic noises and the sound of the headboard as it violently battered against the bedroom wall!....
It may well have the couple’s first time, their first fuck as they screwed the brains out of the respective alter-egos. But you’d better believe that this was only the very beginning of their tempestuous journey together into the unknown.......

Under Complete Control

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 01 Aug 2011 21:06:00 +0000

It was Ellie's birthday, a birthday that Rafe was determined she would remember always! The couple had dated for five years and Rafe still loved to suprise Ellie with gifts, especially naughty gifts that provided endless fun for them both. He'd booked a table at a fancy restaurant to celebrate in style and they both dressed up for the occasion. Rafe was particularly pleased to see Ellie wearing sexy stockings and suspenders beneath the slinky dress he'd splashed out on for her. Before the taxi arrived, he presented her with a suprise gift which turned out to be a little remote control vibrator. Ellie was excited by her new toy but it took a little bit of persuasion and reassurance on Rafe's part for her to agree to what he had in mind. Encouraging her to slide the toy into her panties he then hinted at what he intended to do to her during the evening. His mission was to tease and please her at his will via remote control. He was to be in charge of the speed and pulse setting of the new vibrator. All she had to do was to throw herself completely at his mercy. Finally she agreed and concealed the toy, already feeling damp at the feel of it's cool smooth plastic between her folds.

Once the couple arrived at the posh eaterie and they were settled at their table, Rafe asked Ellie if she was ready for the fun to begin. After several birthday drinks, she was finally relaxed enough and excited for her lover to take over. Rafe however toyed with her, his aim was to keep her in suspense, giving no clue as to his next move. She pleased with him to stop teasing her and to start the fun. When she least expected it, Rafe pressed a button on the remote control in his pocket which triggered a low gentle vibration against her pussy, causing her to almost choke on the forkful of fillet-mignon that she'd just put in her mouth. He smiled slyly across the table, asking in a low voice if it felt good. Ellie couldn't help but admit that yes, indeed it did. He soon snapped it off again much to Ellie's dismay. She found herself revelling in the sexy secrecy of it all, knowing that whilst they appeared respectable amongst the other well-heeled patrons, under the table, beneath her underwear; was another story altogether.

Rafe embarked on an infuriatingly arousing game of cat and mouse, teasing her by slowing then increasing the toy's speed or rythm setting which resulted in Ellie's demise. She was sharply aware of the other busy tables around them, concerned that people would hear the vibe's buzzing or suspect something due to her fidgetting and sighing. Rafe talked to her in a low husky voice over their meal, illustrating in great lurid detail just what he wanted to do and how he wanted to do it to her. Dirty talk always got her fired up and that coupled with the now regular steady pulsing between her folds she grew hotter and wetter by the second. She couldn't help twitching and shuffling about on her chair, enjoying the feeling of her thighs pressed tightly together and the vibrations that flooded through her sex. Ellie pleaded with him to increase the speed but he simply responded by switching the thing off, letting her cool off a little.

Ellie ate very little of her a la carte meal, far too aroused to have an appetite, for food at least. She leant in close to Rafe so that she could share the thoughts that were burning in her mind at that precise moment. A lascivious expression grew on his face as he listened intently with longing to every word that spilled forth from her lips. To any unsuspecting person who may have looked at them they appeared very much the couple in love. Their hidden debauchery was kept under wraps and under the thick table cloth. Ellie divulged to him just how much she would love for him to swipe the fine crockery and glasses off their table before bending her over it, taking her there and then. He bit his lip on hearing her confession. He was hugely turned on by the feverish way in which she spoke her mind and by the look on her face as she did so. They both knew that in reality there was no chance of a wild table fucking for either of them, but that didn't stop the thought being incredibly tantilising. They hurried through dessert, conversation growing ever more raunchy as they taunted one another to distraction.

Rafe took control once more, excusing himself from the table in order to pay the bill. Ellie urged him to be quick, the sooner they were in a taxi and back home, the better. She couldn't wait to get involved in some wild antics with her lover and if she knew Rafe, he would not disappoint her. At that moment the carefully concealed vibe began a low hum again and she looked round distractedly to see where Rafe was. She hadn't a clue that the toy's remote had such a good range. He was nowhere to be seen. Then came a huge jolt of sensation as the speed was cranked up several notches, sending powerful trembles through her soaking insides, up to her breasts and their painfully erect nipples then further still up to her eyes which began to roll in pleasure. Her breathing became ragged and she was unable to stop herself from grinding down on her seat to maximise her enjoyment.

She gasped then as, from his hiding place, Rafe sped it up further still. Shudders wracked her body as she began to perspire, her pussy contracted in it's first delicious spasm. Ellie caught a glimpse of him standing near the foyer, hand in pocket as he watched her squirm from across the restaurant. He smiled over at her in such a way that the inevitable occured and she came in a hot crazy crush of waves. Her panties were drenched, her fluids slick between her thighs. She hoped to God her dress wasn't wet with her cum! Panting, she savoured the blissful after-shocks, gazing at Rafe as he made his way back over to her. Ellie was unable to find words to describe the mighty yet secret orgasm he had given her, but Rafe could see it written all over her flushed face.
"I think it's time we made our way home, don't you sweetheart?" Rafe assumed the lead again, Ellie was willingly submissive, allowing him to help her from her seat and to slip her coat over her shoulders. she was extremely grateful to have him steady her, her legs wobbly and unsteady.
"Yes, let's go home..." She replied demurely to which Rafe nodded and tenderly ushered her out of the restaurant.
"You filthy girl, fancy getting so wanton back there in that posh gaff!" He teased with a wise sexy smile that displayed just how bloody pleased he was with his handiwork and at Ellie's reaction back there.

The couple's fun and games were far from over for the night. Once ensconced in a taxi, Ellie felt fresh arousal stirring as her sex-drive geared itself up for second helpings. Rafe, eager to please his woman, pressed a button the hidden remote in his pocket, serving up new throbs of ecstacy between her legs. By the time the cab pulled up outside their house, both of them were desperate to get naked. That night the couple joined explosively, fucking like wild animals, desperate to milk every last drop of cum and delight from one another. That remote control sex toy brought them many more saucy times together. For Ellie it was the thrill of relinquishing all control, letting Rafe assume full command of her body, her pleasure and some mind blowing climaxes. Placing this power into his care thrilled them both beyond words, breathing a new gust of energy into their love life. All thanks to a battery powered vibrator! Ellie could honestly say this was one instance where she had no issue with her man hogging the remote control!

Intimate Snapshot

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 26 Jul 2011 20:03:00 +0000

"Let me take your picture?" He casually asks her as they lie amongst the tangled white bedsheets. "Please?... You look wonderful right now... Let me capture you, just as you are..." He gazes on hopefully, both of them lying on their sides, facing one another on the rumpled bed.
"Seriously? Like this?" She refutes, self conscious of her natural state, her nakedness, of the flush upon her cheeks.

"If you only knew how sensual you look, your eyes with their dilated pupils, your lips swollen from kissing me... The way your hair spills effortlessly across your brow and over your bare shoulders like so... See?" He describes in artisitc and poetic terms, illustrating the vision he sees lying right next to him. "You're glowing, your skin seems irridescent... You have the look of a satisfied, wanton woman...It's so arousing, I can barely contain myself..." He leans in to kiss her, running his tongue over her red lips until she entwines her own with his.
"I don't know..." She is still apprehensive, far from seeking further platitudes, genuinely unaware of her appeal.
"If you let me take your picture, then maybe you'll see just what I see." His coaxing tone softens her resolve.
"Maybe just one then..."

He hastens from the bed, returning moments later with an expensive looking camera, one that he uses in his profession. "Do I need to position myself?..." She laughs awkwardly, ruffling her hair. He catches her arm gently, shaking his head. "Just as you are baby...It's that I want to capture, like this, for always..." Touched by his tender tone of voice, she asks him, "Whatever will you do with my photographs? I hope you won't exploit me!" It is meant in humour but his face takes on a sombre expression. "I will use the pictures to remember this moment by, so that I will be able to see that look in your eyes as you gaze back at me. To always see into your soul as I do when we make love like just before..."

She is silent, overcome by the depth of his words. She takes it all in, storing the promise in her mind. He begins to take the snapshots, in black and white as they both love. He sets about catching every minute details of her as she lies back for him. Her ebony hair fans out on the crisp white pillows in striking contrast to the Eygptian cotton. The bedsheet is barely covering her, permitting him to take frame after frame as he industriously captures every inch of bare tanned leg, her lithe body, the curvature of her breasts, her tummy button, her soft pink cheeks...

In carrying out his intimate case study, he feels renewed desire flowing through him, in both mind and body. She smiles on seeing him harden swiftly, whilst kneeling at her feet with the camera focussed upon her.
"I have something to ask you now..." She calls out to him, her sultry drawl catching his attention, so that he lowers the camera to look at her properly. That expression is there once more, she need not elaborate on the finer details of her demands, for her eyes tell him all he needs to know. He sets the camera down and goes to her. When their bodies meet, a wonderous chemistry occurs, binding them together as they move with one another. He is inside her, they roll and writhe together as they frantically give up their souls to this mutual desire.

The sheets get tangled up some more as the couple indulge intimately once again. He smiles at the thought of having such treasured photographs of her. He has captured the essence of her, that look in her eyes, for all time, recorded on film so that he may savour these sacred moments for many years to come.

To Live the Dream or Take Solace in Make-Believe?

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 26 Jul 2011 19:18:00 +0000

An almost complete stranger to me and I to him, except for a rare shared photograph on the odd occassion. We have never met, not in person, not in reality. Our eyes have never seen one another in the flesh. We have never breathed the same air or shared smiles with loaded meaning. So how can it be that we know an intimacy, share a chemistry and an undeniable mutual attraction? He tells me how much I enthrall and arouse him, to the point of distraction. I have seen with my own eyes, through long ago secret images he permitted me to feast upon for my gratification and pleasure. My desires run riot within the secure parameters of my imagination. Late at night, whilst I am alone, in private moments, sometimes in my dreams. When I wake, the first thing I feel is undiluted need, a physical ache that I wish could be soothed. We communicate our fantasies. Lust flows through his words and mine as together they build vivid crystal pictures, scenes of those shared desires realised.

Many months pass by, communication is lost, for unknown reasons. The thought of one another appears in the mind's eye, uninvited. Often unprompted or provoked, then archived away with a rueful feeling, one of sadness and regret at never living the dream.... Do I believe in fate? In chance? Perhaps. Then one day, like a bolt out of an azure blue, he returns to my conscious mind once more. Careful deliberation and much thought later, I take a chance and make contact with him. I do not respect a reply. He may not remember me or our distant yet intimate exchanges. Or perhaps he will recoil with distaste... After all, people change over time. But maybe, he will recollect the words that flew between he and I. Pressing "send" on my keyboard, my message wings it's way along technological highways. I can but wait. I do not hope with too much longing for him to reply with his signiture silken words. Words that caress me like a nimble lover's fingers, or lips, or tongue.

"Message waiting" greets my line of vision, instantaneously. My stomach churns, emotions flying into turmoil. Arousal ventures into the baren landscape of my inner mind as gingerly I open the message in the inbox, my apprehension is almost stifling. He greets me courteously, cautiously polite in response until gradually we ease into comfortable territory. I will not rush this, I will not charge recklessly ahead. This... Whatever this may be between he and I, has no title nor name and cannot be pigeon holed with a label. It is however unique, deeply erotic and to me it is precious. It is illicit, sensual and graphic but in no way sordid. It is not cheap nor meaningless. Not to me at least...

The future is a mystery. I live for the now, in the only way I know how to. If we were ever to take the leap, if I ever finally met him, face-to-face; close enough to breathe in his scent and close enough to touch...How would it all play out? Would the reality disappoint either one of us? Would it live up to so many intense fantasies, some of which we shared and some kept private? Would it be safer to exist in our imaginations, protected by mystery with make-belive our guardian and defense from the cold harsh light of day, back in the real world?

Whatever the answers may be, I wake again early to dawn sunlight streaming through the crack in my curtains. Before my eyes attempt to open or blink sleepily into wakefulness, something addictive has me in it's irristable grip. Desire. Yearning. A hunger to be touched, explored and invaded, stripped bare. To press my naked skin against his naked skin. This white hot passion holds me captive. I wait for another message, another installment from him to quench the need in me. I pray for sweet intimacy in his every word, believing inspiration lies in what he may say to me the next time we connect. Until then.....