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Erotic fiction inspired by Patritcy A in "Blossom"

“I bet I can make him hard before you can,” said Hayley, my best friend, as she put our drinks down on the table.

“You bet you can make who hard before I can?” I asked. We were sitting in a downtown bar in the middle of the afternoon and the place was practically empty.

“The sports fan down by the pool table.”

At the end of the bar was a dark space with a pool table in the center. A fit looking guy in jeans and T-shirt, tousled brown hair and day old stubble, was shooting pool and watching a football re-run on the TV that was hanging on the wall. I couldn’t see much of his face, but a one eyed drunk could tell from the way he bent over the table that he had a body under those clothes that would be fun to play with.

I took a sip of my cocktail and gave it some thought. Hayley was hot, she had that going for her, and she was wearing a little T-shirt with a V-neck that showed off her tanned cleavage. She had highlights in her hair, which curled in thick ringlets down her shoulders. I’d seen her make men spellbound countless times with that hair, twirling her fingers through it while she stared at them with come fuck me eyes.

I’m not saying I’m unattractive, but when I’m with Hayley, it’s always fiercely competitive. My tits aren’t as big as hers and my blonde hair isn’t as sexy as hers, in my opinion, but my legs and hips turn heads and everyone loves my dimples.

“Okay,” I said. “But there have to be rules.”

“Okay, daddy, tell me what I’m allowed to do,” Hayley teased in a girly voice.

“Rule one, no hands. You can’t touch any part of him with your hands. If your hand goes anywhere near his crotch you lose instantly.”

“No hands, got it,” she said.

“Rule two, no sexy talk. I know what you’re like, you get up close and start telling a guy where you want him to park his ride… it gets so bad with some of them that you have to shut up and step back just to stop ’em from blowing their load in their pants.”

“Aw, come on, you’re taking my best plays out of the game!” Hayley cried.

“Rule three!” I shouted her down. “No showing him the goods! You keep your titties in your top and your pussy in your panties.”

“What about my ass?” she asked, taking a gulp of her highball.

“Your ass? Okay, if you can get your ass out without it looking like you’re dropping your pants just to show him your booty, like it just naturally happened that your ass came out of your jeans, then you can get your ass out. And, honey, if you can find a way to get those buns out without looking like a twenty-dollar stripper, I’ll forfeit the game right there and then.”

“Now how’s that fair?” Hayley baulked. “You’ve got that sassy little mini-skirt on and I just bet there’s a pair of pretty panties parting those tight little cheeks of yours. Your ass will be out before I’ve even opened my mouth!”

“Them’s the rules. Besides, the only way he’s gonna see my ass is if I cartwheel down the bar or he falls down flat at the sight of your beautiful face.”

“Cute,” Hayley drawled. “Winner gets to fuck him?”

“If the winner wants to.”

We sauntered down to the pool table, each of us doing our best to look drop dead sexy, but our guy never looked away from the screen. The two of us waltzed into the room, I made a beeline for the stud, Hayley going around the table to stand beneath the screen and lean down low over a pocket.

“Mind if we play with you?” Hayley asked, fluttering her eyelashes and shimmying just a little to let her braless titties jiggle about inside her T-shirt, a clear signal to anyone watching. Loverboy looked from the screen and bent over the table to sink the black into the pocket right under Hayley’s breasts. I swear, he never looked up from the shot, not until the ball had sunk out of sight; then his eyes took all of her in slowly, scanning from the pocket, up to her voluptuous breasts and on to her bedroom eyes.

“I don’t mind at all, ladies,” he drawled. Hayley must have thought she’d already won the way he smiled at her. He hadn’t even glanced in my direction yet!

My friend racked up, making sure her cleavage was constantly in sight. I had to make my move or it’d be game over before it had even begun. I stepped over to the rack of cues and picked one out, reaching for the top of it to make my skirt climb just a little bit higher, hoping our beau was watching. When I turned around, that same soft smile was pointing in my direction. Bingo.

“My name’s Hayley,” my competitive companion said, dragging his attention away from me.

“Mighty fine to meet you, Hayley. Name’s Joe.”

“I’m Marcia, but honey, you can call me whatever you want,” I smiled. The game was on.

“Why don’t you be on my team, Joe? Marcia always beats me,” Hayley said, glaring at me.

“I can’t help it if I know how to handle a cue,” I purred, eyes on Joe as I stroked my stick suggestively.

Hayley finished racking up and I moved in front of Joe to make my break, bending over in front of him, legs straight and feet apart. If Loverboy had been sitting down, he’d have had one hell of a view; but as it was, he could see just enough to get him thinking.

After that, all I could do was watch as Hayley worked her magic, fluffing her shot so badly she missed the white entirely, working it so that Joe just had to come around the table and help her cue up. Watching Hayley work was always fascinating. I know of no other woman who can wrap a guy around her finger like Hayley, but then her family were all circus people – barkers, showmen, people who oozed confidence the way the rest of us sweat. It was in her blood.

So she asked him to come over and help her and with a familiarity you’d normally only see between long-term lovers, Hayley was soon squeezing her body up close to Joe, pushing her ass into his crotch as she bent over the table, looking at him over her shoulder, asking if she was doing it right.

‘Well, no, you see you gotta hold the thin end of the cue like this,” Loverboy said, leaning over Hayley to take hold of her extended hand.

Now she was giggling and wriggling her ass up against him, looking right at him as he took the shot for her, breathing into his ear. I knew she wanted to whisper something in that ear and was pleased I’d laid down the rules because from where I was standing, all she needed to do was whisper whatever it was she usually said – take me home and fuck me, whatever – in these situations, and I’d be left shooting pool on my lonesome while she found somewhere private to get her kicks.

I drained my drink fast. “Girl, it’s your round!” I said, holding my empty glass aloft.

“Now what kind of a gentlemen would you ladies take me for if I let you go buying the drinks? Hell, back home they’d take a man’s spurs for that kind of uncivil behaviour!” our playmate cried. “What is it now, ladies? What’s your poison?”

You had to hand it to the man, he played the role of a gentleman just right, even if his eyes played the same role every guy’s eyes play – undress ’em and bless ’em.

“Looks like Loverboy is an ass man,” Hayley said out of the corner of her mouth. “Wanna make this more interesting?”

“Looks to me like you’re already interested enough,” I said.

“Asses only,” she said quickly as Joe picked up all three drinks between two hands and made his way back. “You gotta get him hard with your ass. We take it in turns, you can rub your ass up against that beefcake’s junk whenever it’s your shot.”

“Alright, but let’s up the ante – first one to make him cum in his pants wins,” I said.

“You’re on,” Hayley said, bumping my hip with hers in acknowledgement.

“Is it my turn already?” Joe asked, bringing our drinks over.

“No, loverboy,” I said. “It’s my time to shine!”

With the balls spread out all over the table, it didn’t matter where Joe stood, I’d be able to get my ass up close to him and still hit something. I took my drink and sipped it, then walked over to the corner of the room and put it on a low table. I took my time, checking every shot, looking at all the angles, bending down over the table to show off my legs, then sliding in front of Joe and squatting down real quick. My skirt was made of the thinnest cotton, and when I dropped like that, with my knees apart, it wafted up to give him a great shot of my see-through panties. If he was quick sighted enough, he’d be able to see my pussy, bulging against the crotch of my underwear. I have a nice juicy pussy with the kind of labia men just love to suck on, thick and plump. My panties rode up between my ass cheeks. If he was an ass man and easily aroused, I’d be sitting in the winning seat any second now.

One last tease before I went in for the kill.

I sashayed back to my drink and stood over the table. Crossing my legs, I bent over with knees straight and sipped from the glass. My ass was up high, with both Joe and Hayley getting a fine view of my legs. I knew the skirt I had on wouldn’t be able to cover me all up. Joe would be staring right at the cheeks of my ass and my pouting pussy in my tight little panties. I took my time, my hands holding onto the cue for support. When I was ready, I walked slowly back to the table, my eyes resolutely on the balls, my kitten heels clicking on the solid wood floor. Nobody said a word. They didn’t dare breathe!

I positioned myself right in front of Joe and bent over the table, easing my ass back up against him, dipping just a little so that I could rub myself up against him. Then I took my time cueing the shot up and bumped back against him. Yes! He was getting hard. The dirty boy had his dick up in his pants and I could feel its length growing up towards the waistband. First score to Marcia!

There was no more pretence, we both knew what was going on. Loverboy was probably thinking that before the game was over, he’d be balling one or both of us in the restroom. If I didn’t make him cum in his pants, once Hayley knew he was hard, she'd be sure to take her shot at him.

I looked up at Hayley and smiled, then back down at the table as I shifted my feet, riding each ass cheek up along the sides of Joe’s bone. Yeah, he was rock hard back there, itching to put his hands on me. I started to grind against him, then looked back over my shoulder.

“Mmm,” I murmured. I could have sworn I heard a slight groan from him.

“Take the shot!” barked Hayley.

Without looking back at the table, I took my shot, bumping back against Joe three times for luck. The man didn’t back off, and his hands suddenly grabbed hold of my hips and held me tight against him. Well that was it, I started to grind back on him, rubbing my ass over his cock, and he squeezed me harder and thrust against me. I knew he’d cum when his fingers dug into my hips and he stood stock still.

“Dammit,” muttered Hayley, and that brought Loverboy back to reality.

He stepped away from me as I stayed bent over the table, resting my elbows on the edge, and made his excuses, slipping off to the bathroom. I blew him a kiss.

“Damn, I’ve never seen a man cum so easy,” Hayley cursed.

“That’s right, I win.”

“You gonna fuck him?” she asked.

“I’d say I already did. He’s all yours if you’re still interested.”

The smile on her face as she followed him said everything I needed to know.

 

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Meeting Eva: a hot pick-up at roller derby

Erotic fiction inspired by Ashley Lane in "Taste Me"

For Katya's birthday I took both my girls, Katya and Albina, out for a night of roller derby. They play for a pro volleyball team; it’s a feeder for the national squad, so the competition for places is fierce. I figured they could use a night off while they were in town.

We got to the run down roller rink just in time to find a seat before the entertainment kicked off. The place was bangin': rock music blaring, crazed female fans, their dopey boyfriends tagging along. We sat in the small bleachers and drank beer while I attempted to explain roller derby rules and strategies to my two Russian girlfriends.

Albina shrieked; she’d spotted an adult store’s merchandise stand, and they both ran over to check out all the sex toys. I sat back to watch the four teams warming up. They were a motley assortment, small ones, quick ones, and plenty of husky looking women, all girded up in helmets, pads and skates, most of them wearing seriously short shorts or tiny skirts and sheer stockings – a man could get a fine idea of what they had going on. I had my eye on a tall, curvy, strong looking blocker. She had short, dark brown hair, intense chestnut eyes and a unibrow…

The girls hustled back just as the whistle blew for the first round, with a large bag of goodies. I cocked an eyebrow at Albina.

“It's for the team,” she purred, and stashed the sack under her seat.

The first bout, like all those that followed, was complete mayhem, sort of like rugby on wheels, with added melees. Albina and Katya, of course, were instant fans. They cheered like maniacs. Heads were cracking and elbows flying – it was wonderful!

Personally I was drawn to all the jiggling, muscular, lightly clothed female flesh straining and gasping and slamming with bone crunching meaty thuds. The woman I had my eye on was a terror; upending opposing jammers, body slamming the pivots, no one could stop her. I was falling in lust fast and it looked like the girls were, too.

After the last bout, my girls – like athletes everywhere – drifted back and chatted with the derby girls. Apparently, one of the teams was made up mostly of Europeans and they were all yakking in Russian, or was it Ukrainian? I couldn't tell. A few of the girls lived in my neighborhood, a small Ukrainian enclave. Fate was playing its hand.

So that’s how three roller girls, Nadia, Sofia and Eva, ended up back at my apartment with Albina, Katya and I, drinking all my scotch, vodka and beer, taking showers and raiding my first aid box to bandage up their sprains. It was intoxicating watching five gorgeous, half naked women turning my apartment into a locker room, chattering in an alien language. All five of them ignored me, so I ducked out for a shower. Three minutes later, the shower door opened and Eva shyly stepped in naked, wrapping her arms around me.

“What?” I whispered.  “The girls will find you in here in a second!”

“No, they will not,” she said in her thick accent. “They are busy,” she nodded at the doorway; the lights outside were off.

Eva closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss that was long and slow. Her lips were warm. With her arms around my neck, I could feel her soft breasts on my wet and naked skin. In the dim light her breasts stood out round and pointed straight at me like pink, flesh rocket nose cones with large areolae. I put my hands around her slim waist and slid them down to her hips and thighs, which were smooth and asking to be squeezed. Eva was a lot of girl waiting to be discovered...

“Come,” she said and we dried off, wrapped towels around us and poked our heads out the door. There were four bodies in my bed squirming, kissing and sighing, and they were all girl bodies, so we ducked into the other room, which we had all to ourselves. I cracked a window to let some steam out while we snuggled under blankets on the couch. We made out for a long time; my hands were on her fantastic boobs and her hand was stroking me firmly until she took me between her beautiful lips and sucked me in deep. We lay on our sides, my face between her soft thighs, and I lapped at her folds until they opened up and I tasted her wet lips, the strong girl flavors making me stiffer and aching for contact.

Her lovely juices were abundant so I slid two fingers deep inside, then withdrew and slid them quickly into her asshole, pressing upward on the smooth muscle internally to increase her pleasure. She gasped and squeezed one breast, throwing her other arm over her face and rolling her head back and forth as she started to shudder to orgasm, bucking her hips and squeezing my face – she almost knocked me off the couch.

“Oh, yes! Da! Yes!” she called out.

I was hanging long and strong so I placed her muscular calves on my shoulders and flexed my shaft against her wet pussy lips, feeling us grinding together until Eva lifted up her bottom and my glans popped in through her pussy lips. Eva was surprisingly tight for a big girl and I worked and ground on her until I started to slide in and she was gasping again while I began to fuck her deeply.

“Ah! Ah!” she gasped, pulling me in harder with her hands on my butt. Her eyes locked on mine. “Greg, I want to feel you coming inside me,” she said. “Keep fucking me! Ah! Fuck me, give me your big dick,” and I gave it to her, hard as I could. Eva was a lot of woman and I needed to be a lot of man for her.

She moaned and started bucking her hips. I knew it was time, so I stopped holding back and jetted inside her, spasming and thrusting until I was spent and gasping and so was she.

I took her hand and led her back to the shower where we washed the sweat off again. I knelt down and licked her pussy until it was clean and then some more, with my fingers squirming inside her asshole as I locked on to her swollen clitoris and she climaxed a final time. What a night!

 

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Office encounter: a quickie with the IT guy…

Erotic fiction inspired by Susie

I was working late at the office one night, just me and an IT guy who was doing a late shift to sort out a couple of the computers. Let me tell you, he was hot; when I first saw him earlier that day I’d decided right there and then that I was going to nail him. So I pretended that my computer needed fixing too.

He’d just finished work on one computer when he said, “I’m doing a coffee run, can I get you anything?”

Oh yes, I thought to myself, you can get your cock over here right now and screw me senseless over the desk.

“Sure,” I replied. “A latte would be great.”

“Cool,” he said. “And I’ll sort out your computer when I get back.”

As soon as I was sure he’d gone, I stripped out of everything apart from my stockings and pumps, and put on my long raincoat. Sitting at my station with the coat undone, I started groping my pert breasts and running a finger around my erect nipples, before letting one hand roam south to test out how wet my pussy was. Naturally it was soaking. This came as no surprise and made me happy, because talking cock size, I needed to be ready for anything.

I was still playing with myself when I heard Mark return. “Phew,” he remarked. “It’s blowing up a storm out there.”

“Who cares,” I replied, struggling to stop myself from giggling. “It’s good and hot in here.”

I pulled my coat closed just before he rounded the partition of my station. When he appeared, he looked surprised. “I thought you said you were hot,” he said. “So why are you wearing your coat?”

“Oh, I’m feeling hot alright,” I said, in my most lascivious tone – and flung open my coat.

His face was a picture when he got a perfect view of my neatly trimmed, wet pussy and hard nipples. “Mark, I have a confession,” I said. “I don’t really have a problem with my computer, but I’ve got something that’s in need of expert attention…”

He looked stunned, but the bulge in his pants informed me that he was more than happy to play along. I reached up from my chair, took the coffees from his hands, put them on the desk, and unzipped his pants. His cock was so hard it visibly twitched, and the size of it made me really glad that I’d lubed up my pussy with my juice in preparation for the eventuality that he’d be well hung.

I couldn’t resist the urge to take the teeniest little taste, and licked the tip a few times. It tasted good, so I took off my glasses and slid the whole length into my mouth. I didn’t want him blowing his load too soon, so I sucked his dick slowly and sensually, cranking him up by degrees.

After a couple of minutes or so Mark pulled me to my feet, backed me up against a filing cabinet, and squeezed my breasts as he prodded his cockhead against the lips of my sopping wet snatch. He grinned at the feeling of my hard nipples against his palms. I reached around to grab his ass and pull him hard against me. As his cock hit my pussy, the lips parted and enveloped his shaft and he slid deep inside me. I gasped as he surged inside.

Sometimes stand-up fucking can be a bitch, but Mark was just the right height for us to do it comfortably. His steel-stiff rod thrust into me to the hilt, then he pulled almost all the way out until just his cockhead was gripped in the warm embrace of my pussy, before slamming it back inside me. I felt stretched to the max by his big cock, but soon relaxed into the rhythm of his humping.

I reached down and started rubbing my clit, which intensified my excitement, making me moan with arousal. Mark was pinching and tweaking my nipples, sending flashes of electricity through me. Suddenly my knees began to weaken and tremble, and the sensations shooting through my body got so intense I threw my arms around Mark’s neck to stop myself collapsing. Seconds later my orgasm hit me like a runaway train, and I could feel my pussy spasm uncontrollably around his still thrusting cock.

He howled, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” and pulled out, just in time to send a colossal squirt of jizz all over the top of my thighs.

That was the last I saw of Mark, at least in the flesh. We do sometimes have webcam sex, but that’s another story…

 

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Why I masturbate

Growing up in a very restrictive and puritanical culture, I always felt guilty about touching myself. I was made to believe that masturbation was a sinful and unhealthy act that I should resist, no matter how powerful the urge. I didn’t have close girlfriends I could talk to about it, and I thought I was the only one who had these thoughts and feelings.  

Moving to the US in my early twenties, I was surprised (and delighted) by the relative openness about masturbation, and relieved to discover that what I was doing was not only normal, but actually beneficial.

The first time I saw a film with a woman masturbating and clearly enjoying it, it was a revelation. Since then I’ve watched a LOT of different adult movies, including couples and lesbian stuff, but I always come back to solo masturbation movies. What was a huge source of guilt a few years ago is now a huge source of pleasure, so MetArt X is pretty much a dream come true for me! I love to see how other girls get themselves off, and sometimes I will try something new that I’ve seen in a movie to find out if it works for me. The girls of MetArt X inspire a lot of my private fun time.

According to Indiana University’s National Survey Of Health And Behavior, more than half of American adults masturbate between one and four times a week. Even though I’m in a relationship now, I still do it at least a couple of times a week, and usually while watching a movie. I’ve been compiling a list of reasons why it’s good for me, so I thought I would share it, to say thank you!

  • When I was single, and then in a long-distance relationship, masturbation was a great way to keep my libido stoked up. The more solo sex I have, the more I want, because the pleasure factor associated with the act not only makes my brain think about sex more often, it makes me feel better in and about myself.
  • Masturbation accompanied by watching porn or reading erotic fiction (like MyErotica.com) causes my body to anticipate a sexual encounter, which is a great tonic for maintaining my sexual drive.
  • When I masturbate on a regular basis I feel positively about my body. When I know what I need to give myself sexual pleasure, I don’t need someone else to validate my sexiness. This is a great confidence booster when it comes to forming relationships.
  • When I’m going through a sexual dry spell, masturbation is the safest way to satisfy my sexual needs. I’m not the type to have a one night stand, so if I’m not dating, I’m not having sex – but I can always touch myself to relieve the frustration!
  • I can experiment and figure out what gets me off best – and then share it with a partner, if I choose.
  • It helps me sleep. Endorphins released during orgasm are better than any sleeping pill.

Ultimately though, my final word on masturbation is simple – I do it because it makes me feel good. It took me a while to be brave enough to come out and say it, so I hope it will encourage other people to do the same.

 

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