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The Gift Of Orgasm

Erotic fiction inspired by Tracy Lindsay in “Fan Club 2

It’s so exciting to receive gifts and messages from fans, little notes of love and lust. And then there are those fans who send me lingerie and toys, that’s always such a thrill.

Today I received a package in the mail, a sweet love note and a brand new sex toy. The thought of someone taking the time and trouble to choose this toy especially for me was a real turn on, and I found myself getting horny as I looked at it.

I took off my bra and played with my nipples, stroking and pinching them, enjoying the feeling as they grew stiff between my fingers. As I touched myself, I felt my pussy tingling, eager to be played with. So I took off my panties too and got comfortable, leaning back with my legs open.

I imagined my admirer watching me, naked except for my shoes, anticipating the moment when I would accept his gift into my pussy. Did he wish it were his cock? I put it to my lips, kissing and licking it, running my tongue over the ridges. It felt so cool and hard. I wondered how it would feel inside me.

When the dildo was good and wet, I rubbed it over my clit, the ridges teasing me until my clit was as stiff as my nipples. Soon the toy was soaked with my juice too, as I twirled the tip at the entrance to my pussy and slowly inched it inside. Oh my goodness, it felt amazing, each ridge stroking my sugar walls, the sensation so intense. Was this what my admirer imagined me feeling? Did he know it would drive me wild?

I gripped the dildo tightly, driving it into my drenched pussy, spreading my lips open and rubbing my clit with my free hand. I was slick with my own cream, flushed and intoxicated with sensual pleasure, as I plunged it in and out, faster and faster. My orgasm approached like an express train and I came so hard, covering the dildo in my pussy juice, my hands and fingers soaked, my body shaking.

As I came down from my orgasmic high, I thought about the fan who had sent me the toy. Did he imagine me using it to make myself cum like that? I wonder if he guessed how much pleasure he would bring to me. The gift of orgasm is priceless!

 

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Breakup Rubdown

Erotic fiction inspired by Jasmine Jazz in “Not Her

Jasmine realized she was losing interest while packing for their planned weekend getaway. He had booked a cozy apartment overlooking the main drag of Old Town, where they had met a year ago.

She wasn’t ready for landmarks or milestones. She wasn’t even ready for the pink roses he sent—although she kept those around for the delicate scent. She wanted time to slow down to a pace she could dance to. But not with him.

Roaming the apartment in underwear and a see-through shirt with a tiger print that she had been trying on for him, her hips swayed in rhythm to the sounds of Kind of Blue. She fell back on the bed and offered up her own improvisational sounds into the handle of a hairbrush. She was having too much fun by herself.

She had to call him. She had to end it.

Naturally, he was devastated. He’d let Jasmine Jazz slip through his fingertips.

He pestered her with so many calls that she left the phone on her bed and sought some quiet on a petite corner chair that was a perfect fit for her cute little ass. She was fidgety with anticipation of a weekend alone. She was in the mood for some self-romance.

Jasmine untied her shirt and cupped her liberated breasts in her hands, tickling her nipples hard. She moved her strong hand slowly down over her stomach and into the cozy confines of her lacy black panties.

Rubbing made her forget, but the jagged sound of the doorbell snapped her out of her one-woman getaway. Her angled lips revealed her aggravation.

She returned to the room and sat back in her chair after a brief encounter at the door. The breakup was complete, and she was still fucking horny.

She kicked off her heels and let herself go. Impatient for her pussy, she tugged her panties down her slender legs and let her shirt fall to her waist.

Her glossy brown hair fell over her face, concealing the intent in her big brown eyes. She pushed two hands over her muff, which was trim but spread wide. Moistened with spit, her fingers slipped into her slit for a wet kiss. With her left leg propped over the arm of the chair, she welcomed a finger inside her tight pussy, which loosened her for a second. Her mouth dropped open as her blood stirred and she craved more oxygen. Two fingers beat as one as she fingered herself in pace with her climbing heart rate.

As she arched her back in delight, a mantra came to her. “It’s not me. It’s him.” It was the soundtrack of her climax. Jasmine was finished. It was finished.

She curled her naked body in the chair and felt strangely at peace with the recollections of the conversation that had made her an ex: “I think I’m not made for relationships.”

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

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Sexy swimsuit sweetheart

Erotic fiction inspired by Adria Rae in “Red Shades

Saturday afternoon I drove up to see Adria at her secluded espresso stand. She was so exotic looking, wearing nothing but a skimpy swimsuit on her slim, shapely, caffe latte body.

"Hi Greg, I can't get that dog walker app to work!" she greeted me.

I messed around with it for a bit and then showed it to her on my phone. She needed a walker because she had a beautiful puppy, and no one to walk her while she was at work.

"Is she in your car right now?” I asked. “I can walk her. I just got off work and I've got time."

"You sure? She's a handful."

"I'll bet – is she like you?"

"You'll see. I'll get my robe on, wait a sec." Adria pulled on a skimpy satin robe tied with a belt and walked me over to her car in those tall stripper heels, all long tan legs and wild dark hair. No one was around.

"Oops, my titties popped out," she grinned, trying to stuff her pert boobies back inside her robe. She's such a cock tease!

Her dog, Shani, was squirming and wagging her tail with pleasure at being out of the car. She was a real good dog so we took a nice long walk over to a local park and back, a good leg stretch for us both. Coming back, Shani was ecstatic at seeing her mom again and Adria threw on her robe loosely to come out and get her.

Adria gave me a big hug, all slim arms and boobs against my chest. "Thanks Greg, that was so nice of you." My hands found their way to her smooth-as-silk firm butt cheeks.

"Mmmm, ya like that Greg?"

I did. I gave them a nice hard squeeze and they felt like heaven. Adria turned her back to me and ground her ass into my lap, hands on the wall of her stand and grinning over her shoulder. I pressed her into the wall a bit with my stiffening joint between those perfect cheeks and my fingers finding her nipples, rolling them between thumb and fingers until they were stiff.

Adria didn't back off but kept rolling her ass around my rod. With a wild look in her eyes, she slipped her hand inside my pants to grasp my cock and stroke it slowly.

"Come inside now," she said, so the dog, Adria and I all piled into her tiny coffee stand and she pulled me into the storeroom, out of sight. While the dog sniffed and snuffled around I pushed Adria up against the wall again, pulling down her swimsuit while I dropped to my knees and spread her cheeks. My tongue found her slit and I lapped at her smooth, shaved mound until I found her salty sweetness, licking at the soft and rigid folds of her flowing pussy and around her tight asshole. I worked on her delicious cooze until her legs began to shake, but I wanted it all and I wasn't using my mind to do any thinking now. Unlimbering my rod, I locked it between her thighs and tight up against her wetness, stroking slowly so she could feel me there.

Normally it cost me twenty bucks just to grope her boobs at the stand, so I had to ask, "How much is this going to set me back?"

"Just shut the fuck up Greg, and don't stop!"

She reached down to guide me inside her. She was small and tight but very slippery, even so it took several strokes before I was completely in there. Feeling every bump and vein slow sliding into her pussy was just ecstasy, but we didn't have much time; she was still on the job and I didn’t want to get her fired. Lifting her arms up over her head I held her there while pounding her hard. I could tell she liked being dominated by her pleadings and moans of pleasure. She started cumming and soon I was ready to bust a nut.

"Can I cum inside you?"

"No! That would be too much, tons of guys see my pussy. In my mouth, ok?" She dropped down and took me into her hot little mouth with that long, pink tongue slathering me while she stroked it. That was all too much for me and I had to let it go, squirting my hot jizz. She expertly caught every drop, eliminating all the creamy evidence with a couple swallows.

One long, hot, semen-y kiss later and she was pushing me out the door. Just then I heard a truck pulling in off the street so I scampered to my car. The things I have to do for a nice cup of coffee!

 

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Craving Orgasm

Erotic fiction inspired by Arya in “Red Delight

Some days I’m so horny I have to get a room and finger my pussy until I cum. I get up for work and can feel my desire bubbling under, then I leave my apartment and get to the office and all I can think about is touching myself.

Today was like that. I took lunch early and went straight to a hotel around the corner, booked a room, grabbed the key and willed the elevator to go faster.

As soon as I got inside, I climbed onto the bed and gave myself over to physical pleasure. Opening my dress, I began playing with my nipples, which had been aching for someone to touch them and tease them for hours. I made them even stiffer as I stroked and pulled them, feeling my pussy get wet as I pinched them between my fingers.

I was wearing a skimpy little G-string, barely enough to cover my pussy, and that knowledge had been driving me wild all morning. I swear if anyone had knelt at my feet, I would have lifted my dress and asked them to eat me. It felt so good to finally be able to pull my panties tight between my pussy lips and rub them all over my slit, enjoying the friction of the damp fabric against my sensitive flesh. But it felt even better taking them off.

I wished I’d brought a sex toy with me, but I was in a rush that morning and had nothing but my fingers to play with. That was okay though, I love to masturbate and my own touch can make me cum as hard as any cock or tongue.

My clit was tingling, like it was trying to rise up and meet my fingers as I ran them over my creamy slit. When I rubbed my clit, it was such a release and my hips bucked up involuntarily, riding out the sensation. My pussy wanted to get fucked hard. And I wasn’t about to deny my body’s desires any longer.

I slipped two fingers into my wet slit easily, god I was so hot for it! It felt amazing, and I fucked my tight little hole good and fast, imagining my fingers were a thick cock stretching me open. I felt like I was pinned to the bed by my own hand as I drilled myself harder and harder, my fingers sliding in and out, filling me up as my palm slapped against my clit with each thrust. I had been aching for this all morning, so horny that my mind was a blank. I needed to cum!

I could feel it rising up from deep inside me, pushing my hips up, my pussy trying to suck my fingers deeper and deeper. If I’d had a man there on top of me, my nails would have been digging into his ass so hard I would have drawn blood.

Hours of craving an orgasm were all coming to a head as I lay on that hotel bed. My whole body was shaking with the sexual ecstasy of my impending climax. My fingers were slick with my pussy juice, and I brought them to my mouth and tasted myself. Using my own wetness, I lubed up my nipples, pinching them, feeling them throb.

I was finger-banging myself so hard my wrist began to ache. I had my knees up as high as I could get them, both my hands groping my pussy, like the eager actions of a brand new lover who had been dreaming of this moment since the day we’d first met.

Only my fingers knew my pussy so well. I fucked my hole and used my thumb to grind my clit. When I came, my whole body felt like it was exploding, tearing open at the seams, and my orgasm was a power that couldn’t be contained. My muscles tensed and spasmed and for what seemed like hours I was caught in the tumultuous energy of my orgasm.

When I finally came down from that peak, I was still lying on my back on the bed, my dress around my hips, my nipples stiff and aching as my pussy juice dried on them.

I grabbed my panties and was about to put them back on and head back to the office when I thought better of it. Today, I would go back to work with no underwear on. Maybe today someone would kneel at my feet. If so, I was ready for them…

 


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Her game, her rules

Erotic fiction inspired by Sybil A in “Cold Winter

She said, “Let’s play a game,” and took a sip from her glass. I waited for more. “Grab your camera,” was all I got.

I followed her out of the bar, put my gloves on as she wrapped herself in her coat at the door. “You don’t know me, and I don’t know you.” More instructions. “Follow me out into the night. Watch me through your lens. Don’t stop following me or watching.”

And that was it. She pushed past me and out onto the street before I had pulled my camera from my bag. When I stepped out into the city, she was across the street, looking in the window of a darkened store.

She glanced over her shoulder to make sure I was there, and I raised my camera to my face dutifully. Confident that I was playing along, Sybil began her game. Turning away, she walked along the street, down a road I didn’t know. I crossed and followed her.

When I reached the other side, I raised my camera once again and took a picture. She spun around and looked right at me, a bewildered look on her face, playing her part so well. I watched her through the lens as she walked away.

When I turned the corner, I just caught her stepping into an apartment block, and followed her in. I heard the click of her heels as she walked up the flight of stairs. I needed to be quick to catch her. On the second floor, she unlocked a door and stepped inside, leaving it open for me.

I had no idea where we were. The light was dim in the apartment, so I used the light of my camera to see. Sybil acted as if I weren’t there, undressing quickly. Off came her shirt and jeans and she lay down on the bed in her underwear.

She spoke quietly, “Turn on the light.”

I flicked the switch and the room lit up. She sat up and took off her bra, cupping her heavy breasts in her hands, catching her nipples between her fingers. I watched them stiffen, wondering if I should join her or keep the camera pointed at her, capturing each moment.

Sliding down onto her back, she toyed with her pussy, her hand inside her panties. I kept on shooting pictures, certain that this was what she wanted – to be watched as she played.

She slid her panties off and lay there naked except for her socks, and I felt myself grow fully erect inside my jeans. I wanted her so much. Looking down at her on the bed as she rubbed her wet pussy, lifting her ass from the sheets as if asking for someone to be between her thighs, to be pushing their cock inside her, I could think of nothing but how hard I would fuck her.

But I kept on shooting those pictures. It was a good game… She made no move to recognize me or to acknowledge my presence. Had she not told me the rules, I would have thought she’d forgotten all about me.

She rolled over onto her hip, her back to me, her puckered asshole revealed between her cheeks. I could just see the tips of her fingers groping between her labia. I moved around, my camera zooming in on her hand, to watch as her fingers delved deep inside her soaked pussy. My cock grew jealous, wanting to be there so much.

I tried not to think about squeezing her firm ass, but my mind rebelled and I lusted over her, dreaming of rubbing my cock between her cheeks as she fingered her pussy. As I stood there, imagining her hand reaching back to grab my glans and guide me in, she rolled onto her back again.

Now both her hands were between her legs. Her thighs were spread wide open and her fingers were thrusting deep inside her pussy, her thumb grinding on her clitoris frantically. I was ready to throw down my camera, pull out my cock and fuck her brains out, but as I made ready to do just that, her orgasm came. She shuddered on the bed, her legs clamped together around her hands, biting her lip as she came with a gasp.

My heart was racing as I watched her come down from her sexual high. When her eyes opened, I was watching her through the lens once more, capturing the moment for her to replay later.

Would she ask me to touch her now? Or would she make me wait? Either way, I would do as she told me. This game of hers was one that I would gladly play again and again.

 

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Self Love

Erotic fiction inspired by Alice Shea in “Selfie

Alice sips her coffee leaning against the wall of her bedroom, dressed in a long grey cardigan, open over black T-shirt and panties. Her black-framed spectacles appear darker against her pale skin, her pretty face framed by auburn hair.

Her eyes are aflame with passion, betraying the carnal thoughts running through her mind. Moving to her bedside, she pulls off her cardigan and lets it tumble to the ground. Her hands slip the straps of her top down her pale arms, down past her pert breasts. Her nipples are taut, jutting out hard as diamonds.

Reaching for her phone, she begins to take pictures of herself. Her body, her crotch. Are they for her own entertainment, or to send to a lover? She strokes her pussy through her panties, then delves inside to rub at her slit. She can no longer hold her phone, she needs both hands to play with herself.

Sliding her panties off, she drops her legs open and runs one finger along her slit. She crooks it inside her tight hole and begins to work it in and out. Her eyes close as her body reacts to the intensely pleasurable sensations, writhing beneath her probing finger.

She needs to go deeper and lifts one leg, adding a second finger as her other hand grips her ass tightly. Her fingers thrust faster, in and out. Her mouth falls open and her breath comes in gasps as she fucks her pussy.

Over she rolls, onto her hips, reaching around to drill herself from behind as her other hand takes care of her clit. She frigs herself hard, slamming into her pussy urgently. Her free hand splays her lips open, grinding down on her clit.

Her fantasies rage on in her head, and she moves to her knees. Her hand snakes between her thighs and her fingers find her wet hole easily, diving back inside to press further into her pink folds.

It is here, with her face pressed into the sheets and her ass raised up high, that she cums. Her fingers drive her on, her clitoris sings with the heat of orgasm.

She slumps onto the bed, satisfied, glowing with satisfaction. Should she take one more selfie of her creamed-up pussy? No, the images in her head are enough… for now.

 

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Date Night

Erotic fiction inspired by Hilary Wind in “Floral Mood

If you want to turn date night into something a little more exciting than the regular dinner, drinks and lights-out missionary fuck, why not be like me and get creative?

Date night is my domain, where I make the rules. This was my latest night out.

I took my man to a private club, members only, the kind of place where we could hire a room and not be disturbed. The owner was a friend of a friend, and allowed us to have a private function room, with a bar area, dance floor and seating area, all to ourselves after hours. Music was playing over the sound system, and there was plenty of room to dance, if we wanted. I sat my date down at the table, poured him a drink, kissed him and then pressed my finger to his lips, before he could speak.

I was wearing my come-fuck-me gold dress, so tight it clings to my ass like a second skin. So tight I know every pair of male eyes is watching me as I walk by. I wasn’t wearing anything else, though, nothing except my heels.

I left him sitting there and walked across the room like I was on a catwalk, every step calculated, each one taken to make my hips and ass wiggle inside my dress. When I got to the other side of the room I turned around to look at him. I could tell he was avidly paying attention from the way he was sitting, legs apart, as if his cock were watching me through his pants.

I gave him my most seductive smile, letting him know I wanted him too. Then I unzipped my dress down the back, letting it slip down to reveal my bare breasts. It was a good place to pose, standing up against a high-backed banquette. I arched my back and stuck out my ass invitingly, my dress clinging to my curves.

I bent over, peeling my dress down off my bottom as I went, sliding it down to my feet until I was standing there butt naked except for my sexy heels, smiling at him. I brushed my fingers over my freshly shaved pussy, feeling how smooth and soft it was.

I took a seat on the banquette and spread my thighs with a naughty smile as I started stroking my slit. I leaned back and dipped a finger into the wetness pooling there, staring right at him. I watched him shift in his seat, saw his cock grow hard in his pants. But he didn’t speak or move from his chair… good boy.

I pinched my nipples, felt them grow hard between my fingers, felt the mingled pleasure and pain of that pinch. It made my pussy tingle, my juices stir. He liked that, I could tell from the way he was tugging on the neck of his shirt. Now to make him love it.

I turned over in my seat, onto my knees, letting them slide apart as I grabbed the chair back. I could feel my ass cheeks parting, giving him the perfect view of my pussy, lips peeling open, juices trickling out between them.

I love getting fucked in this position, feeling his hard cock thrusting into me, as deep as it can go. I get wet thinking about it, picturing the way my man’s body slams up against my ass as he fucks me, the way he grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes them.

So I reached back and grabbed them myself, pulling them open for him, letting him feast his eyes on the sight of my tight asshole and juicy pussy. Damn, I was getting so wet and so turned on. Maybe I was getting off on this even more than he was. It took some control not to abandon my sexy show and just cram my fingers into my pussy like I would do if I were alone.

I lay down then, studying his reaction. He had his hand on his crotch, rubbing himself through his pants. He couldn’t resist touching himself, wanting me. I wanted him too; but not yet. He had to watch me first.

I stroked my slit and pushed a finger inside my slippery hole, smearing pussy juice over it. Then I stood up and walked over to him, reveling in my nakedness. I leaned down, so low, as if I was about to reach down and grab his cock, and I fed my finger into his mouth. He licked it, sucked on it, tasting me.

“Dance with me,” I whispered, “and you can have your fill of my pussy when we’re done.”

Then I walked back to the banquette and put on my dress. I pointed the finger he had sucked on straight at him, beckoning him over, swaying to the music.

Date night is my night. I’m in control. Always.

 

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The Art of Sex

Erotic Fiction inspired by Adel C in “Sweet Home 2

Sometimes it’s impossible to ignore the demands of your body, don’t you think? Though I try so hard to be a good girl, to favor intellectual pursuits over carnal pleasures, there are times when I just can’t ignore my own physical needs.

It’s funny how these desires come to me at the most unlikely times…

Only this morning I was sitting in my rocking chair, studying a heavy, hardback book on contemporary art, when a wave of carnality hit me. I tried to ignore it – this was not the time to be giving in to my body’s requests, I reasoned. My mind needed nourishment.

But my mind was having none of it. My mind presented some ideas of its own. Ideas in which studly men with erect cocks stood in front of me, like exhibits in a gallery, in various poses, each one offering a different sexual pleasure.

My mind had taken control and suddenly there I was, unbuttoning my shirt and toying with my nipples as the fantasy in my head played out. I was in a white walled gallery, alone but for the exhibits, my high heels clicking on the wooden floor. I was dressed as I was in reality, in a dark blouse and frilly pink panties.

In my fantasy, I was wearing headphones and listening to the commentary on the art in the room. Except it wasn’t art, and it wasn’t a commentary, it was like an audio menu that listed each stud in the room, told me their first name and what they could do for me.

Michael, for instance, was on his knees, hands out in front of him, bent forward just a little, his hard cock poised. “Michael will take you from behind,” the commentary said. “Get down on the floor in front of him on your hands and knees, then move backward until you can feel his penis against your vagina and he will begin.”

I put my book down on the floor and let my mind walk me around the room, introducing me to all the men in there as the commentary explained what sexual delights they provided.

My hand had wound its way into my panties and I was stroking my slit softly, eyes closed, feasting on the fantasy; my pussy getting wetter with every passing second.

In my head, I’d reached Trent. He was slender, youthful and cute, sitting cross-legged and hunched over, with his arms up and his face forward, head tilted and mouth open. “Take a seat in front of Trent,” the commentary said, “and he will eat your pussy for as long as you like.”

That was where I stopped, sitting and spreading my legs, just like I was at home. Instantly, I imagined Trent began to lap at my hole, his tongue probing my folds, flickering over my clit, dipping inside me. In reality my fingers were caressing my pussy and I was so wet, my juices spreading as my fingers roamed up and down my slit. I circled my clit, rubbing my cream over it, feeling it swell. It throbbed at the touch, responding to my waking dream, twitching as I imagined Trent’s tongue pressing up against it.

Then I moved off in my mind to another exhibit. Emilio was on his back, his rock-hard cock pointing straight up. “Turn your back on Emilio and sit down on his shaft. Ride him for all he’s worth,” the commentator said, and I did exactly as I was told. Now I was fingering my pussy so hard, two fingers deep inside me, imagining it was Emilio’s cock stretching me wide and plunging deep inside me.

I moved quickly to another cock, this one belonging to James, who was burly and muscular, kneeling with his knees wide apart so that his cock was close to the ground. I had lost the headphones now, but I knew what to do with James. I lay down on my side – both in reality and in my fantasy – and slid one leg beneath his balls, felt them dragging up the inside of my thigh as I moved into position. I raised one knee when his dick was nudging my ass and imagined him springing to life, entering me while I lay on my side like this, pounding into me to a steady rhythm. I enhanced the sexual fantasy with my own hand as I masturbated, slapping my palm against me as if it were James’s balls.

Time for Michael. I was on my knees, one hand reaching around my ass, fucking myself with my fingers. In my fantasy it was Michael drilling into me from behind, his hands on my hips, his sweat dripping from his chin and onto my asshole.

My excitement was increasing, in my head and in my home, feeling my orgasm building fast. As I came around my driving fingers, I fantasized that every exhibit in the room came too, surrounding me and jerking off over me, their cum coating my skin, spraying over my breasts, my face, my pussy and my ass.

It took some time for me to get up from the floor, and I just couldn’t find the will to return to my book then. I went out instead – to an art gallery.

“If I see any of those studs,” I thought as I walked through the door, “I’m going to fuck them right then and there and call it the greatest piece of art in the world!”

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Watching her fun

Erotic Fiction inspired by Gracie in “Wild and Rough

I’d been at my folks’ country retreat for a week; recuperating they called it, I called it stuck in the middle of nowhere with a broken leg and nothing to do. Sure, the views were beautiful but there’s only so much looking a guy can do, right?

The one thing that broke the monotony of each day was catching a glimpse of the hot babe from the next homestead. Slim, sassy and tanned, I had no idea who she was but my imagination ran wild about her for days on end. She was a typical country girl, into riding, fresh air, good eating, and wild as they come – I’d settled on this image of her after days of fantasizing, anyway.

She walked by my place pretty much every day. I didn’t know where she was going, but she always came back around the same time in the afternoon. It had become a routine for me to watch her go by through the window in the morning, and then be out on the porch in the afternoon to catch sight of her on her way back. We’d reached a point where she would smile and wave at me and I would do the same. If I wasn’t stuck in a cast I would have made my move, but in this state the best I could do was smile and wave, smile and wave.

And then a couple of days before I was due to go home and get the cast off, she blew my mind. I was sitting in my usual spot on the porch, leg out in front of me, sipping on a cold one, watching her come up the hill through the trees and the parched grasses. She was looking sexy as ever in a simple shirt and denim shorts, and I let my mind wander once more, thinking about all the things I would love to do with her.

By the time she looked up at me, I had a sizable boner in my pants. I waved down at her and she stopped and put her hands on her hips, gazing up at me and smiling. It seemed like she was trying to decide on something, and then her eyes lit up as if she’d made her decision.

She started to move around, swaying her hips, playing with her shirt, still looking up at me, still smiling. I couldn’t believe it. Was this hot cutie really about to do what I thought she was about to do?

She froze for a moment with her shirt lifted up just beneath her titties and stared right at me, serious. Then she tied her shirt up over her belly and leaned back against a tree. Her hands moved to her breasts and she grabbed them and gave them a squeeze.

My boner was as hard as my cast right then. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I thought stuff like this was straight up fantasy. But now I was looking down the grassy hill watching this stunning babe getting down under a clear blue sky, and it was all for me. Was she going to come up the hill and fuck me? I couldn’t move from my seat even if I wanted to…

She started swaying like she was dancing in a club, grinding her hips. It was so damned sexy. In all the weeks that I had been stuck in this cast I had never wanted to be out of it so badly. Then she stood up straight, raised her hands to her shirt and looked right at me again. Her fingers pulled her shirt up higher until I was staring at her naked titties, so perky and tanned.

She smiled again and blew me a kiss, then turned around and wiggled her ass. She tugged her shorts in tight between her cheeks and leaned up against the tree, bent over. Man, if I had been down there, I would have been grabbing that ass and pulling those shorts down to press my dick up against her pussy; but all I could do was watch.

Facing me again, she leaned back against her tree and unzipped her shorts, pushing her hand inside. I watched her fumble around, obviously playing with her pussy, fervently wishing it was my hand in there, my fingers gliding through her juicy folds, feeling her pussy getting wet.

She had her head down and her eyes closed, lost in sensation, but then she opened them and looked up at me and tugged her shorts aside. I could see her pussy! It was shaved except for a tuft of pubic hair above her clit.

I watched dumbstruck as she ran a finger over her slit, traced it up to her clit and rubbed herself gently. I watched intently, not wanting to miss a single detail from this distance, as she crooked a finger and pushed it right inside her pussy.

I was transfixed as she pulled off her shirt and shorts, smiling at me the whole time, obviously enjoying the look of disbelief on my face. She was so gorgeous, tan lines making her beautiful breasts and pussy stand out as if highlighted, hair blowing around in the gentle breeze. 

Slowly, she turned around for me, leaned into the tree and bent over, one hand on her ass cheek, pulling herself open. Her fingers crawled over her ass and made for her pussy, finding her lips and peeling them apart. Damn, I could see the inner pink so clearly now, glistening wet. If I’d been able to move I’d have vaulted over the porch and rolled down the hill to her feet, broken leg or not.

She sat down and leaned back against the base of the tree, looking up at me, with her knees apart and her hand stroking her pussy. I didn’t know what to do. Should I take out my cock and start to jerk off, or was I just meant to sit and watch?

I didn’t want to scare her off so I just sat there and enjoyed the show. She was teasing her pussy, fingertips tracing her slit, stroking her clit, flicking it softly as she watched me, brushing the hair from her face. She must has known she was driving me wild, because she would stroke her fingers down over her plump lips and dip them inside, just for a moment, then pull them out and stroke the wetness all over her clit again. Her head would tip backwards and her mouth would drop open every time she did it, and I so badly wanted to pull out my cock and jerk off.

She stood up and used both hands to hold her pussy open, one finger rubbing up and down her slit, getting it wet. Then she thrust her finger deeper, rocking her hips like she was riding it, and I saw her shudder with an orgasm, but just a small one, like the first of a whole chain of climaxes. My cock would give her a much bigger orgasm than that, I was thinking, imagining that sweet, hot, tight slit wrapped around my boner.

And then just as fast as it had started, it was over. She looked up at me, sucked her juice off her finger, and then got dressed rapidly, giggling. I wanted to yell down at her to wait, but I just couldn’t make a sound, even as she gave me one last wave and skipped away through the grass. I watched until she was out of sight, then pulled out my cock and beat off, replaying the whole thing in my mind.

She didn’t come by again before I left, but now I’ve had the cast removed I’m hoping that if I ever see her again, I’ll be invited to play a much more active role…

 

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Her sexy home movie

Erotic fiction inspired by Riley Anne in “Cheer Moves

My girl Riley Anne knows how to treat me right. She knows that when I’m away following my football team I’ll still be thinking about her. And she knows the best way to my heart is through my cock.

If I’m away for a day or two, she’ll make sure to send me off in the morning with a blowjob or something equally ball draining, but last week she wasn’t going to be around the morning I left and I shut the door on our home that day with my balls hanging heavy.

Then I got a message from her about two hours into my journey.

 I made a film for you baby, so you don’t forget me xxx

There was an attachment, a video. A big one, too, because my cellphone refused to download it quickly. I had to wait until I got to my hotel room before I could get some decent wi-fi and check it out, and I’m glad I did.

I flicked it on and there she was, my Riley Anne, dressed as a cheerleader and looking so damned sexy I got hard straight away. Good job I’d brought my special cable as I was able to plug my phone into the TV and watch the homemade movie on the big screen.

She had her blonde hair tied in two pigtails over her shoulders, a pair of white sneakers and some cute little white socks on. Then there was the red and white sleeveless cheerleading top and the instant hard-on making pleated red skirt with the white trim that only reached halfway down her thighs.

She’d set the camera up on our porch back home and I watched as she walked out of our house and smiled that smile she wears whenever she’s horny. Leaning against the wall, she lifted her skirt to show me her pristine white cotton panties, turning this way and that. I felt like I was back in college getting treated to my first blowjob, it was that fucking sexy.

Riley didn’t waste time. Off came her top in an instant and then with one more sweet and sexy smile, she turned around, bent over the bench and lifted her skirt. With her feet apart, I could see her panties, the way they cut between her ass cheeks and were pressed tight up against her asshole and pussy.

I should have been on my way to the game by then, but Riley’s video had captured my attention. I sat on the hotel bed and took my cock in my hand as I watched her roll those cotton panties down her thighs, revealing her pussy neatly trimmed, shaved around her slit but with a little blonde fuzz above her clit.

That perfect ass of hers was mesmerizing up on the screen, so sexy and round, with a puckered asshole and a pink slit that I have always loved to suck on, especially from behind. She hadn’t said a word, she’d just used her sexy smile and her big doe eyes to drive me wild for her – I was actually thinking about going straight home to fuck her at that point!

Riley lay back on the bench, then she opened her legs and looked up at the camera, her fingers stroking her beautiful body. She ran them over her titties and tweaked her nipples, looked up again and sent them down to her pubic hair, combing through it, the tips of her fingers nudging her clit.

I could have sworn I heard her moan just a little, then she got up on her knees on the bench and bent over the back of it. Man, what a shot! Her hand snaked between her thighs and she started rubbing at her pussy, two fingers sliding between her lips, slipping over her hole. I could see her getting wet, could feel my cock getting harder and harder, and I started matching my speed to hers.

She sat back down and looked right at me with her legs wide open, two fingers winding her clit around and around. It was getting too much for her. She looked like she was beyond the teasing me stage and right into the getting herself off stage as she lay back on the bench and lifted one foot up, resting it so that she was wide open and free to masturbate hard.

I watched her make her clit sing as she squeezed her tit with her free hand, the camera capturing it all. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was wide open – the same mouth that had sucked hungrily on my cock many a time, the same mouth that she had jerked me off into less than a week ago.

I could hear she was close to orgasm, she was making those same little sharp intakes of breath she always does, and I was close to it myself. I held off just long enough to watch her finish, but the moment she looked up at me and smiled was the moment I couldn’t hold back any longer and I shot my load right across the hotel room floor. I sat there, breathing hard as I watched her walk up to the camera and bend over to blow me a kiss, then the screen went blank and I came to my senses.

I missed the first ten minutes of the game, but I think it was worth it. It was definitely worth coming home early to find her waiting for me in exactly the same costume…

 

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Dressing for pleasure

Erotic fiction inspired by Lucretia K in “White or Black 2

Life is full of choices. Tough choices and simple ones. Clear cut and difficult. And then there are those which end up with the same outcome no matter what.

Like when I have to choose between one outfit and another. I stand in front of my mirror and I try first the white one on, and then the black, but each of them looks good. And while I look at them in the mirror, I am looking at myself too.

And when I’m looking at myself in the mirror, I just have to touch myself, touch my clothes. They feel good. I feel good. And when I feel good, I feel good, if you know what I mean.

I like how some of my clothes feel against my skin, the way they stroke and tease my nipples; lace has that stimulating effect on me. I like to look at my pussy when I’m wearing see-through clothes. I like to fantasize about what my man would think if he could see me.

Would he step right up to me? Would he take me in his arms and kiss me? Would I feel his cock growing hard against my stomach? Or would he walk over and put his hand up against my slit?

While I look at my body in the mirror, I begin to stroke my pussy through my clothes, my fantasy expanding. It’s his hand that touches me, his hand that rubs the thin material of my dress over my clit, that makes me tingle.

And then the decision about which dress I should wear has been forgotten because, as always, I have taken everything off and taken to my bed to play with my pussy.

I grow wet as I slide my finger between my lips, my mind filled with lust. My fingers spread my juices over my lips, up to my clit, which is starting to throb. It swells beneath my touch, and I feel it pulsing.

I imagine my man bending me over, lifting my dress, rubbing my pussy from behind. I sense him kneeling behind me to kiss and lick me from my pussy to my ass, his tongue spreading my lips open, pushing inside my hole.

I slide two fingers inside my pussy, thrusting them in and out, moving them to my clit to grind on it harder and harder, licking the fingers of my other hand to rub them over my nipples. I imagine it is his saliva on my nipples, making them stiff as he sucks them greedily into his mouth.

In my mind, my fingers are his cock, hot and hard, pressed to my clit, searching for my hole as his attention is on my breasts.

I see myself reaching down for his prick, jerking him over my clit, rubbing his cockhead against me then guiding him inside. In my mind’s eye it is not my two fingers that are sinking deep inside my tight hole, but his cock.

By now I am so turned on that I am lost in the pleasurable sensations, too needy for my climax to fantasize any more. I press my palm up against my clit as I fuck my tight pussy with two fingers, faster and harder. I want to cum, need to cum, all there is in my world right now is my desire for orgasm.

I pinch my nipple, slip my fingers from my hole and drive them over my clit, faster, harder. I open my legs as wide as I can, my body demands this from me, it wants me to open myself up to the pleasure. It wants me to finger my hole again. I sense my body demanding that I fuck myself and I obey its commands.

Then I cum, with my fingers deep inside me, knuckles around the rim, palm on my clit, my body spasming as my orgasm shakes me. I tense every muscle and let it burst out of me until I am spent, sitting on my sheets, my juices staining them, my clothes piled in a mess all around me.

Sated, I look at the mess in a daze, wondering what to wear…

 

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Watching her touch herself

Erotic Fiction inspired by Melody Wylde in “Hidden Lust

For the past few weeks, since a gorgeous Latina babe replaced his previous cleaner, I’ve been watching my neighbor’s house. From the first moment I saw this beautiful brunette out on the balcony, I’ve been hooked. My neighbor’s a self-important jerk and he probably didn’t even notice how attractive she was, but I certainly did. 

He was out there with her, giving her instructions on how to clean his house while holding a phone conversation at the same time, and I was looking over at them from my own balcony, just stunned by how hot she was. She had the face of an angel, with caramel skin and dark eyes, and an amazing slender figure – how could I help but stare?

She caught me gazing at her with my mouth wide open, a slice of toast frozen on its way from plate to mouth, and she gave me a sexy smile that told me she knew exactly what I was thinking. Then they both went back inside and I was left dazed.

I was out there every day after that, hoping to see her again, until I figured out which days she worked. And after a while I noticed that she would always find a reason to come out onto the balcony. She’d pretend not to know I was watching, but as she did her chores she’d bend and stretch so her short skirt would ride up even higher, giving me a flash of thigh and even panty crotch on a couple of occasions. 

But this morning, she went from being a tease to totally blowing my mind. She came out onto the balcony with a pile of ironing and got to work on it. It was weird but I figured maybe the AC was broken. Anyway I wasn’t complaining; I was just sitting on my own balcony enjoying every moment I got to look at her. 

She glanced up and played at being surprised to see me. A smile blossomed on her face and she did something that made me sit up straight, eyes on stalks. She wriggled her ass at me with a giggle, blew me a kiss… then inched her skirt up to show me her panties. I pinched myself in case I was dreaming.

She rubbed at her pussy through the soft grey fabric and I instantly felt myself get rock hard in my underwear. I thought she would just laugh at me and then disappear inside, but to my amazement she smiled at me again, then turned her back and slid her skirt off her hips, her flimsy panties barely covering her hot ass. 

You can be sure I was utterly transfixed when she suddenly pulled her panties down, kicked them off her feet, and sat down on the bench with her legs open. There she was, right opposite me, thighs apart so I could look directly at her pussy. It was shaved so I could see everything, her dark lips opening just enough to show me a glimpse of pink. 

She looked right at me and smiled, white teeth so bright, then pulled down her top. Her nipples were dark too, and rock hard – just like my dick. I wanted to pull it out and start stroking it but I was afraid to break the spell, so I just sat there watching as she looked at me with those big brown eyes and started rubbing her clit. She was grinding her hand around and around in a circular motion, never once looking away from me, with a sexy expression on her face that I will never forget.

I started to squeeze my dick through my pants as I saw how wet she was. Her pussy was shining with moisture. She pushed two fingers right inside her hole, closing her eyes for the first time as the sensations overwhelmed her. 

Now I couldn’t hold back any longer. I stood up, yanked my pants down and began to jerk off watching her. She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw me. It was like I’d given her a reason to let go of what little inhibition she had left.  She turned over on the bench, kneeling with her ass facing me, her face resting on the bench and both her hands at her pussy – one over her ass with a finger in her pussy, the other between her thighs rubbing her clit harder and faster. 

I took it slow, not wanting to cum before she did, wanting to savor every second of her sex show; but she didn’t want to wait for me at all. She was biting her lip, closing her eyes, really grinding her clit, sliding her finger in and out of her hole rapidly. I watched as she began to jerk and jolt, her body shaking as she came. 

Then she opened her eyes and sighed, stood up, grabbed all her clothes in a bundle and looked over at me. She nodded and gave me a look of pure sexual heat and that was all I needed. I came for her, shooting wads of cum over the edge of my balcony. She waited for me to finish, looked over the balcony to see where I’d shot my load, blew me a kiss and disappeared inside. 

She’ll be back again in two days’ time. I don’t know whether I should go over there while she’s working, wait for her to finish or just be on my balcony ready and willing…

 

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Sweet and sticky temptation

Erotic Fiction inspired by Cristin in “Sweet Candy 2

I have a sweet tooth and a dirty mind, and when I’m in the mood, I just love to combine the two. Take the lollipop, an innocent candy, sweet and sticky. In my hands, it becomes a devilish temptation, impossible to resist.

I’ve had boyfriends and girlfriends that I have teased with my candy loving. They all think I only do it for them, that I use it as a way to turn them on. It’s true that I have used lollipops to drive my lovers wild with desire, but really I do it because it satisfies my deepest urge for pleasure.

I mean, have you ever sucked on a lollipop? Really sucked on one? Pushed it between your lips, let it get nice and wet on your tongue, then twirled it around in your mouth? Feels good, right? Tastes good, too.

It’s sweet and sticky, and it slips past your lips so well, always leaving you wanting more. Even the shape gets me hot. I love them in company or alone…

I always have a bowl of candy beside my bed to suck on when I’m feeling horny. I’ll take a lollipop out of the bowl, get naked, unwrap the candy and start to suck on it. I’ll lick it until my mouth’s watering, then rub the sticky candy over my lips.

I love feeling my pussy moisten as my lips get sticky – the taste of cherry candy on my tongue, the feel of pussy juice seeping between my lips, it’s so intoxicating. And when my candy is slick and my pussy is wet, that’s when the real fun begins.

I sit up on my bed, resting on my pillows, and spread my legs apart. With one hand, I hold my lollipop, twirling it between my lips, while the other is sliding between my pussy lips, dipping into my juice, smearing it up and over my clit, painting my labia.

I slide two fingers around my tight, wet hole, get them all slippery, then reach up and rub them over my lips around my lollipop. The taste of my pussy mingles with the taste of my candy.

I take out my lollipop, rub my fingers over it until they’re sticky, then I bring them down to my clit, one on either side. The feeling of sticky sweetness on my fingers coming up against my oiled clit turns me on even more and I rub my fingers down each side of my clit until they’re so wet with my juices that all that sticky candy goo has gone.

The lollipop makes its way down to my clit, all sticky and sucked down to just the right size. Now I use it to pat my clit, tapping my button, one finger easing inside me. Every tap makes my legs twitch, a spasm of excitement running from my clit down each thigh.

I roll my lollipop over my clit and it spreads its stickiness around, juices mingling with the sweet taste. It slides between my lips with ease, my pussy juice lubing its path. Then I twirl it at the entrance to my pussy, knowing that I can push it inside at any time.

As I twirl it over my hole, I relax so much that it just slips right in there, and I am suddenly spinning it around and around just inside, half in, half out, its widest point fitting snugly in my entrance.

This is when I am so horny for it that my candy is no longer enough for me.

I take it from my pussy and put it in my mouth; the flavor of my slick goo and the hard candy mingles in my mouth and I turn over onto my hands and knees, eager to fuck my pussy hard and fast.

The lollipop sits inside my mouth and I suck hard on it, bite down on the stick as I push two fingers inside my pussy and fuck myself. They enter easily, my palm cupping my clit, and I drive them in and out, moaning around my candy, lips sealed to keep the sweet treat inside my mouth.

I am so turned on that I buck and thrust harder and harder against my hands, using my whole body to fuck myself, cumming with such intensity, teeth biting down on my candy so hard that it shatters between them and I cry out loud.

When I’m done, I like to lie back on the bed, sucking on the broken candy in my mouth, slipping my pussy-wet fingers between my lips to add to the taste. I lie there until all of the sweet treat has gone and I am left with nothing but a memory of its flavor and the sensation of it sliding around my clit and pressing inside my pussy.

 

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An erotic impulse

Erotic fiction inspired by Sofi Shane in “Dairy Passion

When an erotic impulse strikes me, I don’t fight it. Wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, I obey my body’s urge to seek sensual pleasure.

Sometimes, all it takes is a fleeting idea. For example, I was enjoying a snack of milk and cookies when suddenly a strange thought occurred to me – I wonder what this milk would feel like if I rubbed it on my nipples?

I can tell you how it felt: absolutely fantastic. When the idea struck, I sat down on my bed and swirled my fingers in my drink, letting the impulse take hold. Then I played the cool milk over my lips and ran my wet fingers down my cleavage, slipping my dress off my shoulders.

My fingers went back to the cold milk for another dip, and then to my nipple. The cool liquid made my nipple stiffen instantly, my body tingling with anticipation. I put my cup down and eased my dress off, peeling my panties down and tossing them on the floor. Then I got comfortable.

Reaching for the milk, I dipped my fingers back in and painted more of the cold, creamy liquid on both my nipples, feeling them getting hard. I watched as the droplets of milk trickled slowly down my breasts.

I wet my fingers in the milk again and traced a line down my belly and into my pubic hair. Most girls my age shave their pussies, but I like the way my dark bush frames my pussy, making it look so pink and shiny when I spread it open. It turns me on to masturbate in front of a mirror so I can see that sexy contrast. I dabbled my fingers in my bush, admiring the way the hair caught it so I could see it glistening, like dew on a spider’s web.

I spread my legs wider and trailed my wet fingers over my pussy lips, the cold milk sending shivers of excitement through me as I painted it over each plump lip, getting them wet and slippery. When I was struggling to keep from squirming with arousal, I delved my chilled fingertips into the groove between them, sliding up and down and then seeking out my clit.

The surge of sensation was immediate and powerful. I gasped and my hips rocked up involuntarily, seeking more contact, my clit pulsing and my thighs trembling. I pushed one finger right inside my pussy, the coldness catching me by surprise as the chill spread inside me and I hit my G-spot. My legs twitched and I felt a little gush of wetness come out as the thrill spread through my body like lightning.

I didn’t hold back at all now, plunging my fingers into the cup and slapping my clit with my wet hand, milk splashing all over my crotch, my bush getting soaked. My clit was throbbing and pulsing, and my pussy cream had mingled with the milk to make my slit so slippery and juicy. I pressed two fingers around my clit, squeezing them together as I used my other hand to finger my hole, hard and fast.

I fantasized about being in a hayloft with a farmer, his cock slick with fresh milk as he pushed it inside me, parting me around his shaft. I got so wild I tipped the milk over when I reached to dip my finger in, spilling it onto the floor. Grabbing the cup, I poured the last drops onto my pussy, slapping my clit with wet fingers. I splashed the last of the milk onto my thighs, three fingers deep inside my pussy, fucking myself hard, bucking up and down. I had milk all over my crotch and thighs, matted in my pubes, running down my slit.

I pushed against my G-spot again, urging my body to cum, my thumb hammering against my clit while my fingers twisted around inside my hole. When I came, it was intense, my body thrashing on the bed as the spasms rocked me.

I lay there for a while, knowing I needed to clean up the spilt milk and then go take a shower. That image of the farmer fucking me with his big, slick cock had taken hold though, and in the end I had to grab my biggest dildo and ride it to another orgasm before I was ready to come down from my sexual high. Like I said, when an erotic impulse strikes me, I don’t fight it.

 

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Seduced by my reflection

Erotic fiction inspired by Paula Shy in “Wait A Second

The mind is a strange place. At least, I put what happened down to my mind playing tricks, because otherwise I have to start believing in ghosts, spirits and alternate dimensions, and I do not believe…

I was sitting in front of my mirror, getting ready for a night out, when it happened. Some of you might call it paranormal activity, but to me it felt more like those old stories women used to tell of a ghost entering their room at night and having its way with them. I always saw those stories as a convenient way for the woman to explain why her nightgown was damp between her legs in the morning, when what had really happened was that she’d gotten so horny she just had to finger herself, and worry about the consequences later.

Not that I was worried about any consequences, but I was definitely horny that day. I hadn’t fucked anyone in weeks, and I’d been so busy in my working life that there hadn’t been a moment in which I could even think about touching myself.

Anyway, that’s how my rational mind explains this away, but whatever it was that happened that day, it sure was erotic…

One moment, I was looking down at my make-up, the next I looked up to see the reflected me stroking my neck and dragging my fingers down to my breasts. The weird thing was, I wasn’t doing that at all; only my reflection was. I looked down at my hands to be sure, then looked back and everything was normal – my hands were on the dresser, reaching for my lip gloss and blusher.

I carried on with my routine, but my head was spinning and, even more strangely, my pussy was tingling, as if those fingers really had caressed my tits. I dropped my eyes for just a second and when I looked back up again, my reflection had pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders and was cupping my big titties, rubbing them gently, thumbs rolling over my nipples.

I was lost; my heart was pounding and I just sat there and watched as the reflected me looked me in the eye as she squeezed my breasts and tweaked my nipples. I could feel my nipples stiffening inside my dress, my pussy beginning to moisten; it was almost as if I could feel her touch...

I can’t say why, but my body responded without my mind’s involvement and suddenly my hands were following my reflection’s lead, as if I were the reflection and the me in the mirror was in fact the real me.

I reached up and pulled down the straps of my dress, cupping my breasts in my hands, rubbing my thumbs over my nipples. My reflection smiled back at me, approvingly, and we began to move as one.

I stood up, my dress slipping from my body, and we both hooked our thumbs into our panties and pulled them down. I watched my reflection as we each aimed our fingers at my pussy, sliding down over my shaved mons to my slit, pushing further, seeking out my wet opening.

I felt my juices on the tip of my finger as soon as I dipped it between my lips. I looked at my reflection. The way I looked right then, I would have climbed inside that mirror and fucked myself. I had that sexy come to bed look on my face that I’ve been told is irresistible.

I sat down and put my feet up on the vanity. With my legs spread, I splayed my lips apart as I looked at my pussy in the mirror, wanting to see what every lover sees. It looked good. I wished my reflection would climb out of the mirror to lick up my wetness.

But that didn’t happen. Instead, the two of us began to stroke my slit, running our fingers up and down, spreading my juice over my lips and onto my clit until I was slick and shiny under the lights. I watched as each of us slowly eased a finger inside, heard myself gasp, watched my reflection react in just the same way, mouth open in ecstasy.

I confess, I stopped watching myself soon after, lost in my own pleasure. It had been so long since I had been this wet between my legs, and now I had two fingers inside me, I was too busy enjoying the intense sensations to stay focused on my reflection.

But when I looked again, my reflection was suddenly standing, back to the mirror, reaching over my ass to finger myself bent over. My legs were spread and I could see my creamed up pussy and asshole. I had spread my juice all over my ass, making it glisten, and I had the intense urge to stick my thumb up my asshole.

Without questioning myself, I did exactly that, entering my anus with my thumb while my fingers were still deep inside my pussy. That’s when I found my voice, moaning loudly as I thrust my thumb all the way in and felt my fingers in my pussy, rubbing them all together.

That felt amazing. I had never done anything like it before, but I couldn’t understand why not, because it got me so excited my body started to shake. My legs almost gave out beneath me and so I knelt in my chair, giving myself a better view of my ass in the mirror, and fucked both holes in unison, pushing my fingers and thumb in and out together.

When I came, I was gripping the chair so tight my nails left big scratch marks on the back, and my pussy left droplets of juice all over the seat and floor. But as I came down from my orgasmic trance and sat back down, I swear my reflection gave me a knowing look that was not on my own face.

It hasn’t happened again since then, which makes me believe it was definitely my horny mind playing tricks on me. Perhaps my body knows when I need to cum more than I do, and plays games with my mind to get me to finger myself. The only way to find out is to avoid playing with myself or fucking anyone for a while, but now my sex drive has been reawakened, I don’t want to deprive myself of orgasms again!

 

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Filming my fingering fun

Erotic Fiction inspired by Lucy Li in “See You 2

My husband and I like to watch porn together. It turns me on just as much as it does him. Sometimes I come home and find him jerking off to an erotic movie; sometimes he comes home and catches me with my hand inside my panties in front of the laptop.

That’s how I started making films for him. He is often away on business and one time I decided it would be fun to make a video of myself masturbating to keep him entertained. I waited until I knew he was alone in his hotel room before I sent him the file. The pictures he sent back of his cock, rock hard in front of the video of me, were a total turn on.

Now I’ve been making videos of myself frigging my pussy for a while, but the other day I went back and watched that very first one for the first time since I’d made it, and it got me so horny I ended up making a film of me masturbating to a film of me masturbating.

My husband was at work and he was scheduled to go away the next morning for a three-day conference, so it was the perfect time for me to make one of my little private videos for him. This time, I was planning to film it directly on his tablet and my phone and then try to edit them together to make it extra special.

I had my camera phone all ready and was using it to practice recording a POV of the action, filming myself setting up his tablet. But then, something made me look at the folder with my videos in, and it opened up the first one I had ever made.

The memories came flooding back, the feeling of being so horny that I would have fucked anyone who walked into my house at that moment, on camera. I felt my pussy tingling with excitement, knowing what was going to come.

I pointed my phone at the screen, and filmed my past self as she rubbed her pussy, squeezed her clit between two fingers, dipped them down between her lips and smeared pussy juice all over her button.

While I was watching, I took off my bra and panties and sat with the tablet set up between my feet, my legs apart. I could feel myself getting wet, juice oozing out of me, and I turned the camera around and held it close to my pussy so it could capture my fingers as they stroked my clit. I ran one finger all the way around my pussy lips, up one side, over my clit and down the other, and then I spread them open, watching the screen of my phone to see the glistening juices between my lips in gorgeous close up, so pink and shiny.

I reminded myself why I was doing this, not only to get myself off but also to drive my husband wild. I propped the phone up against his tablet to film some more. Now I could watch the original movie and finger-bang my pussy at the same time.

In my original video I was now lost in my own sexual pleasure, two fingers inside my soaked pussy, on my hands and knees, tits swinging, fucking myself hard. I rubbed my fingers over my hole, got them slick with my cream and held them close to the camera so my husband could see just how wet I was. I licked them clean, slowly, making sure he could hear me enjoying every last drop.

I made as if my fingers were a cock, sucking on them, pushing them into my mouth, drooling all over them just how he liked. When they were slick with my saliva, I traced a line down my body, over my breasts – teasing my stiff nipples – and down to my pussy, where I pushed two fingers deep inside.

As I fucked myself, I picked up my phone and held it so that I was filming myself fingering my pussy with his tablet in shot, my original movie visible. It gave me an idea, and I slid forward in my seat until my pussy was right up next to the tablet.  

With one hand, I spread my pussy lips and thrust forward just enough to press them against the glass, leaving a gooey imprint of my pussy on the screen. Then I sat back down again and moved the tablet back so I could watch myself cumming. My camera filmed me finger-fucking myself hard and fast, while on his tablet I was shuddering, sitting with my knees up, cumming hard.

For the finale, I realized I was so wet I could do something extra special for him. I put his tablet on the floor and squatted over it, phone in hand. I fucked myself with three fingers, imagining it was his face right beneath me, and as I grew closer to orgasm, my pussy juices began to trickle from my pussy, down my hand, and onto his screen. When I came, I was really loud, pulling my fingers out of my pussy and stuffing them back in, trying to sprinkle more of my juices all over the tablet.

I had one last thing to do before the movie was ready for him to watch. I put it back in its case and left a note on top that said, “do not clean…” knowing that he was definitely going to sniff that tablet once he was alone!

 

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Nature and Desire

Erotic Fiction inspired by Lucy Heart in “Raw

Desire can strike at any moment. Maybe you, when confronted with nature’s beauty – sweeping hills, clear blue skies, calm seas lapping at the shoreline – would be swept up and carried away in the arms of mother nature, but I am not you.

For me, the sight of all this beauty sends shivers through my body. I stand on my balcony and look down at nature’s glory, feeling the cool breeze caress my naked breasts, and I sense the lure of my own nature. My attention turns to my nipples, and I watch them stiffen, encouraging them to grow harder with a pinch. My own touch sends me inside.

On my bed I forget about the landscape outside my open window and concentrate on myself. I run my hands over my calves, feeling my body’s shape, the lines and contours of my legs and hips, but always my hands are drawn to my crotch, the place that reacts most sensitively to my touch.

I open my pants, popping the button and sliding the zipper down, and then my hand delves inside, fingers searching for my folds. I find myself damp, my wetness welling up to meet my finger as I slide it between my pussy lips. I think of nothing but the pleasurable sensations, the feeling of my finger teasing my juices out of me.

Pulling off my pants, I can only manage to slide one leg out before I am playing with my pussy again. I lift my legs, my bare ass facing the window; the breeze sweeps in and caresses my bottom. I grab my cheeks and send my fingers to my pussy, pulling myself open, feeling that cool air as it glides over my skin, between my lips, wanting to feel it enter me.

But the breeze is not strong enough, and so I push one finger from each hand inside and begin to fuck myself with them, taking turns to dip in and out with each, as if I were at the mercy of two lovers, though no such thoughts have entered my mind. Only the pleasure of my touch controls my body.

With the free leg of my pants, I rub at my pussy, the rough denim rasping against my soft flesh, grinding over my clitoris, the friction sharp and delicious.

Now I am filled with hard desire. Now I want to fuck, to feel myself filled. My body responds involuntarily, rolling over and pushing my ass up in the air as my hand dives between my thighs and my index finger thrusts inside my hole.

I fuck myself. Fast. Hard. My body knows what it wants; I am but a servant, a sailor on the seas of sexual desire, riding the waves of lust.

I am bucking up and down on my hand, slapping my clitoris, pushing my fingers inside my drenched slit, my palm rubbing against my asshole, my body bucking back against each thrust.

And suddenly I am filled with a need for more. My denim pants are at hand and I grab them, one finger still deep inside my pussy, and scrape them over my nipples. They are stiff and the denim pulls them sideways. The sensation spreads from my grazed nipples all over my body; my hand is a blur between my legs, my pussy is hot, throbbing, on the verge of orgasm. I bite my lip and let it happen, cumming hard, my body jerking to each stroke of my clit.

Slowly, I come down from this plateau, half wondering how I got from the beauty of mother nature to this bed, my body sticky with sexual gratification. But I don’t really care, I am content to bask in the release born from my orgasm…

 

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Watching her dance

Erotic fiction inspired by Lorena B in “Dancer In The Shadow 2

She hides in the shadows of our room, the drapes half open, light clawing its way in. It casts shapes over her lithe body as she moves, graceful as a cat. My beautiful Spanish dancer, never happier than when she is lost in the music, dancing for me alone in the haze of an early morning.

I watch her for a while, my body and mind waking up to this extraordinary sight. Does she know I am watching her? It is too dark to see her eyes. I reach up and pull back the drapes and there she is, so sexy, half naked, a shawl wrapped around her waist, a tight black corset leaving her breasts and pussy bare.

She laughs, her smile so wide and pretty. The day begins well. She sits down opposite me on the arm of a chair and looks down at her beautiful body, her long dark hair hanging straight down, covering her breasts, reaching for her pussy like her hands.

I am in two minds. To get up, out of bed and go to her – she is so gorgeous that she is hard to resist – or to stay where I am and watch her. She loves it when I watch her dancing; maybe this is part of the dance.

I stay where I am and relax. I keep my hands from my own body. I will do nothing but lie here and watch her.

She licks a finger, looks up at me seductively as she strokes her pussy lips, wetting them, easing them apart. She runs the tip of her finger over her ridges and folds, tracing the outline of her clitoris. She tips her head back and her mouth gapes open, her fingers working by touch alone.

A second finger joins the first, rubbing her button. I watch as her pussy lips grow plump, reacting as she stimulates her clit. I feel myself growing hard under the sheets. But I do not move. Instead, I watch my lovely dancer explore her own body.

I hear her breathing. It grows louder and faster, and she gasps at her own deft touch. Her fingers work up and down her slit, her lips parting around them, her body undulating to the rhythm that her fingertips are tapping out.

I watch her as she sends the tip of one finger to her wet hole, excited by this, willing her to fuck herself. But she stops and stands, turning around, planting one foot on the couch, her shawl draped over her ass.

Her hand between her legs is lost in the shadow of her wrap, but her body’s movement and the gasps from her mouth tell the story…. I can picture the hot, wet tightness around her fingers…

Then she pulls her shawl up at last, exposing her fabulous ass. She stands with her feet together and watches me, half smiling, one finger testing her tight slit from behind.

The moment has come – I could climb from my bed right now, manhood pulsing between my legs, and take my place behind her. She would not complain. She would welcome me, welcome my erection, plant her feet apart and grab hold of the couch with both hands as I entered her.

But I do not move. I want to watch her. To see what she will do. How far will she go? She has never masturbated in front of me before. Not like this. Not without me beside her on the bed, touching her, teasing her.

She sits back on the couch again. Is she disappointed in me? Did she want me to come to her? She smiles at me, biting her lower lip, then she is lost in her own world once more.

She raises each foot up onto the couch beside her, legs open like only a dancer can, her pussy wet and flushed ruby red, her lips blossoming open like a flower. Now she takes two fingers and drives them inside herself and I hear her gasp so loud she almost squeals.

Does she remember I am here? She fucks herself, long finger strokes in and out, suddenly swirling them rapidly around her clitoris. Her body heaves and spasms, shaking and shuddering, her fingers plunged deep, her knees snapped together as she cums on her own hand, biting her lip, crying out.

Then she slumps down onto the floor and looks up at me, her smile widening as she sees me once again. And I wonder, will she come to me now and touch me, or will I be left to my own devices?

 

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From my toes to my pussy...

Erotic fiction inspired by Riley Anne in “At Your Feet

My feet have always been very sensitive, and I love having them played with. I like to lie back on the couch with my feet in a guy’s lap while he strokes them, squeezes my toes, slides a thumb over my heels. And I absolutely adore any guy who will spend time massaging my feet, kneeling on the floor in front of me, taking them onto his lap one by one to ease all my tensions.

But when I don’t have a guy around, and I’ve been on my feet all day, I have my foot spa. It soothes and stimulates me in a very pleasurable way. I’ll get comfortable in just a sweater and my panties, slip my feet into the warm water, and let my mind wander as the spa works its magic on my tender feet. My feet get wet, and my pussy gets even wetter…

Yesterday I came home from a long day on my feet and turned to my spa for some relief. The effect was so instantaneous that I’d had my feet in the water for less than a minute before my pussy was tingling, and I lay back on the couch to give it some attention.

My mind was filled with fantasies about having a guy licking and sucking my toes. As I pictured it, I started fondling my breasts, just as I’d do if a guy were teasing my feet for real. My nipples were stiff and throbbing already.

I could feel my juices oiling up my pussy lips and seeping out ready for me to smear them over my clit. I slipped out of my panties and lay back, one knee up, as I trailed a finger over my lips. I scooped up a little of my own goo as I rested the tip of my finger just at the entrance to my pussy hole, then drew it back up between my lips, careful not to press too hard, just teasing all the way up over my clit.

That felt great. I imagined it was a tongue that was lapping at my button, a tongue that had only seconds before been wrapped around my toes. I slid my hands back up to my tits and squeezed my nipples again, harder this time, a little bit of pussy juice making them slick. It felt good to take my time, letting my pleasure build slowly, touching my pussy just the way I like to have my feet played with.

I rubbed with a little more pressure, one finger slipping between my lips, my pussy juice coating it. I spread it over my clit, making it good and slippery. I was so hot for it now, my mind focused on the image of a tongue lapping at my pussy, such a potent image I could practically feel it. I imagined the tongue thrusting inside me as I pushed my fingers inside my hot slit, spreading them apart to open myself up, my thumb strumming and circling my clit.

I fantasized that my imaginary lover was rock hard, his cock pressed up against my feet as he bent over me to eat my pussy out. I wanted to fuck him, to feel that hard dick plowing inside me, but first I wanted him to rub his leaking dick all over my feet, to slide it up and down over my silky insteps.

In my fantasy, I clamped his cock between my soles and held it tight as he fucked my feet, his tongue probing deeper and deeper inside me with every thrust. I was driving myself wild with this fantasy, my fingers working my clit frenziedly. As I came with a shudder, whimpering and biting my lip, I pictured his jizz fountaining up to spray over my feet, hot spurts splattering from my toes to my ankles.

I massaged lotion into my feet as I caught my breath, pretending I was massaging the guy’s slippery cum into my skin. Why do you think I have such soft feet?

 

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Every cock I ever sucked…

Erotic fiction inspired by Lisa Dawn in “Voyage

Traveling to visit my family back home, I had packed a suitcase for the week and said goodbye to my boyfriend the night before with a good, hard fuck. So when I got back to my parents’ home and went up to my old room, you’d have thought that my sexual needs would have been sated. But being back in that room brought back a lot of memories.

It was here that I had first had my pussy eaten at the tender age of 18.

My folks were out at work during the day, so I had let myself in, leaving the key under the broken flowerpot where they had always left it. Upstairs, I began to change into something more comfortable, but as soon as the memories of past sexual escapades came flooding back, I forgot about getting dressing and started to play with myself.

I found myself tweaking my nipples, feeling them get stiff between my fingers as I remembered the first time a guy had dragged his tongue between my plump pussy lips. How wet it had made me, how excited. How much I had wanted to grab him by the hair and push his tongue deeper inside me, only I was innocent and shy and had no idea that it was okay to do this, that it was a compliment to my lover.

I was getting really aroused and I slid my hand down my belly to stroke my clit, lying back on my old bed and opening my legs wide, smiling to myself. I had stared up at that ceiling many times like this, frigging myself, fantasizing about the men I’d like to fuck, about how big and hard they would feel inside me.

I thought about my boyfriend fucking me last night, pinning me to the bed, my legs over his shoulders as he powered into me, with me urging him to do it harder and faster. How things had changed…

As I remembered last night, my pussy grew wetter and wetter, warm goo slicking my fingers. I curled two inside my slit, using my palm to rub my clit. I sighed with pleasure, wishing my boyfriend was there to fuck me right now. I really wanted something bigger than my fingers to fill me up. And then I remembered the dildo I’d zipped into a side pocket of my suitcase on my previous trip; maybe it was still there…

I was in luck! I rubbed it against my clit, my pussy lips wet and open, wrapping around the glass shaft as it slid up and down my slippery groove. Oh, that felt good. It was bumpy, the knobs teasing my clit way too much for me to stop now.

I gripped it by the base and pushed it into my pussy. It filled me up like a cock, a little cold maybe, but nice and hard, and those bumps rippled as they went in, sending shivers through me.

It went deep, so deep, as far inside as I could get it, a perfect fit. An involuntary gasp left my lips and I arched my back, one hand grabbing a nipple, just the way my boyfriend does it. I fucked myself slowly, easing the dildo in and out, loving how it felt as the ridges opened me up a little bit more each time they entered, and my mind filled with thoughts of all the cocks I’d had in that bed.

I imagined them all around me, each guy offering me his hard prick. In my mind I saw myself reaching out, stroking one here, licking another here, pulling one there. I slid the dildo in and out faster, my mind filling with more and more filthy fantasies.

Now I imagined that each guy was lying on the floor of my room, his hard cock standing straight up, hands behind his head, smiling up at me, waiting for me to ride him. I moved to the floor, holding the dildo tight in one hand, and bucked up and down on the fat pole. It felt so fucking good. I felt so free. I wanted to fuck myself in every corner of the room, to bang my pussy so hard with this rigid dildo as I thought about all the cocks I’d ever had, here or anywhere else.

I was losing control, and unable to squat over the dildo any longer I got on my hands and knees, the glass prick still inside me, drilling it harder into my soaking wet hole as I gasped and moaned. I imagined them all kneeling behind me, pulling me around so my ass was directly in front of them, taking it in turns to fuck me, thrusting their cock into me, fucking me for a few strokes and then passing me on.

When I came, I came so hard my whole body was shaking. My thighs were drenched in my own juices, my hand soaked.

I had vividly remembered the cocks of guys I had long forgotten, lost in a wild fantasy that I had never dreamed of before. Of course, now I can’t get those dirty thoughts out of my mind…

 

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The Fruits of Love

Erotic fiction inspired by Mila Azul in “Fruits

If a woman asked you to spend the day on a pick-your-own farm, would you do it? Would you spend the entire day bent over in the fields picking fruit? You would if the woman was anything like Mila.

Mila is a free spirit; a hippy chick if ever there was one. She walks the walk, talks the talk and looks every inch the sexy, free love and fucking in the street Aquarian goddess you’d imagine. She has long, silky hair, flawless skin, big, bouncing boobs that have never seen the inside of a bra, and curvy hips that wiggle in a way that makes my dick hard whenever she walks into a room.

It’s rare that Mila asks me to go out and do stuff with her and it doesn’t end up in some kind of fuckfest, and this day out was heading in the right direction from the outset.

I picked her up and she was dressed in her usual sexy hippy style, a thin white blouse that showed off her tits, and a long skirt that clung to her fine ass, some sandals and that was it.

In the strawberry fields, with the light behind her, I could see right through that skirt. It was so thin I was sure she had no panties on. Whenever she bent down to pick a strawberry, her fabulous titties swung inside her shirt. It was quite a show. But as awesome as it was to watch Mila, picking fruit is still farm work, and after a few hours I was beat.

“Hey, baby,” said Mila, swinging her basket at me, looking like she hadn’t even broken a sweat. “Have you got enough fruit? Do you want to call it a day now?”

She brushed my hair from my damp brow and ran a finger around my earlobe to my chin, lifting it up to her face to plant a kiss on my lips. I was ready to go, and it looked as if she was too…

She took me back to her place, a house in the suburbs that was a little ramshackle but full of boho charm. We went into the kitchen to put the fruit in the refrigerator.

“Oh, such a hot day, huh?” Mila said, taking her top off as soon as she’d dropped her basket. “Mm, these cherries are so sweet, and their skins are nice and cool on mine.”

She popped one in her mouth and then traced one over her breasts, bumping it on her nipples, making them stiffen. She pulled up her skirt and climbed up onto the kitchen counter – I was right, she wasn’t wearing panties. She looked up at me and started stroking a cherry over her pussy, teasing it up along the cleft of her lips. Then she pushed it between them and said, “Do you want to try one?”

Suddenly, the hard work of the field was forgotten and I was over there in seconds flat. Squatting on the floor, my hands on the counter, I licked her pussy, my tongue seeking out her hole before rolling up between her lips to take the cherry between my lips.

I stood up and offered it to her, mouth to mouth, biting half off as she came to me with her mouth open.

I chewed thoughtfully as Mila pulled off her top and skirt and her fingers slid down her body to her pussy, watching her touch herself, a little cherry juice spilling from her lips.

Spitting the stone across the room, I watched her reach for a huge blood orange and tear it open, her freckle-framed eyes on me as she bit into it, smearing the sticky liquid all over her face.

She shifted further back and placed the fruit in front of her pussy. “It’s nice and juicy,” she said, smiling. I could see that. Her pussy was glistening as much as the fruit.

I took hold of the orange and squeezed it over her left breast, watching the liquid drizzle over her tit and tumble off her nipple. I got down again and licked her pussy; it was sweet to the taste, like the orange, and I grew harder in my pants just eating her out and tasting the fresh fruit mixed with her own juices.

Mila moaned and started to squeeze the orange over her body, the juices trickling down as I got busy with her clit. By now, I was so hard that I just had to get my clothes off too, so I stood up and undressed in front of her as she ran a finger over her slit, pushing it inside herself, her foot bouncing back and forth, toes teasing my cock through my pants.

While we had been playing together, the heavens had opened. With a gleeful giggle, she jumped off the counter and headed out into the backyard, dragging me after her. Laughing, Mila danced under the downpour, her beautiful breasts bouncing. But I was far too horny to play games now and I stepped to her, pushing myself up against her body, my erection pressing hard against her belly.

“Isn’t the rain wonderful!” she said, wriggling free from my grasp and spinning around and around.

“If you want to get wet, come with me,” I said, taking her by the hand and leading her back inside, to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and we got in together. “It's better when it’s warmer,” I whispered in her ear as she stood under the spray, hands on the tiled wall.

Now I had her just as I wanted her. I ran my boner down over her ass crack, bending my knees so I could get myself in beneath her. My helmet found her pussy and her lips parted for me, eager for my shaft.

As I eased myself in, Mila bent over further, a moan escaping her as I filled her with my cock. She bucked back against me, wanting it as much as I did. My hands searched out her voluminous breasts as I bent over her, wanting to play with them and fuck her like this at the same time. But as the heat of her pussy started to get to me, I had to straighten up so I could thrust into her harder and faster.

I began to fuck her with a steady rhythm, working the day’s aches and pains out with each and every stroke. Mila was up against the wall now, her back arching, her breasts pressed up against the cool tiles, her groans louder each time I plunged into her.

She reached back with one hand, grabbing at my hip, trying to pull me in harder, looking at me over her shoulder. “Oh, yes, baby, this is so good. I love your cock. You’re so good,” she said.

That did it for me; the sight of her tits bouncing as I fucked her, the feel of her tight wet pussy around my cock, her hand clutching at my hip, her words, they all worked to push me over the edge and I held on tight to her as I came, slamming myself into her with every spurt.

Mila’s hand moved back to the wall as she came, needing to steady herself as her body rocked against me, her loud calls of ecstasy filling the bathroom. We stayed in that position until my cock softened and slipped from her and she turned to lean her back against the wall and let my cum spill from her hole, washing down her thighs just like the orange juice had minutes earlier.

 

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Fantasy ride

Erotic fiction inspired by Adria Rae in “Leaking Point

Some people like to meet strangers in bars for no strings sex. Others use hook-up apps. But in my fantasies, I like to try things that are a bit more risky – like hitchhiking.

Here’s a little daydream that always gets me off: I go out in my car, pull up, and get out with my gas can, then stick a thumb out to hitch a ride to the nearest gas station. That way, I can go back and forth from my car to the gas station, and I get to decide which guy I want to fuck.

I’ve imagined myself getting picked up by all kinds of guys, from virile studs to truckers to middle aged businessmen who can’t believe their luck. But I have another fantasy where things don’t quite go my way, and I have to satisfy myself…

Here’s how it goes: I was out hitchhiking in my sexy little denim shorts and heels, a nice tight T-shirt and no bra – if you’d been passing, you would have pulled over and offered to fuck my brains out, no question!

But the road was empty. I waited for a half hour, and not one car passed by. I’d spent so much time by the roadside speculating about who might come by and what kind of sex we could have that I was seriously horny. In fact, horny enough to go too far, even for me.

What started out as a little bit of discreet touching, just a bit of nipple stroking through my top, turned into something much naughtier. I knew I was going too far the moment I popped the button on my shorts open and slipped my hand inside, but by that point I was too aroused to care.

I had been sitting there, thinking about climbing into a stranger’s car, and finding a hot guy behind the wheel wearing a muscle shirt and baggy shorts. I’d imagined him glancing at my legs as he drove, and me opening them and starting to rub my finger over my crotch. In my mind, his erection was jutting up inside his baggy shorts, really obviously. As I was fantasizing about reaching over and squeezing his cock through his shorts I started to tease my nipples, and by the time I imagined unzipping him and stroking his shaft, I had my hands inside my own shorts.

And then I lost all control. My pussy was wet as I dipped my finger between my pussy lips, just a little, but enough for me to spread my juices from my slit up over my clit, and that felt amazing. I was gentle, dipping my finger back into my juices and sliding it softly over the tip of my clit, circling it slowly, making it swell. My shorts were too tight sitting like that, so I pulled them down a little to give myself more room to play.

Now I could really stroke myself. I used two fingers, sliding them down over my clit, rubbing them over each side and squeezing, spreading my juice over my pussy lips and then opening them up to get my fingers inside.

In my head, I was doing this in the stranger’s car with one hand and pumping his prick with the other. We said nothing; he drove with one hand on the wheel, the other on the headrest of my seat. I did all the work. Then I imagined he pulled over and just looked at me. I took off my shorts, and got up onto my hands and knees with my head out the window, showing the stranger my ass and pussy.

Out on the side of the road, I was also on my hands and knees, eyes closed, lost to my filthy thoughts, running my hand over my own ass, dipping my finger into my pussy, getting so turned on with the crazy thoughts in my head. I love to perform for people, love to turn them on with my body – I get off on being an object of lust.

So there I was, on my hands and knees, fingering my hole, my fantasy at the point where the stranger was now plowing his thick cock into me. I was using my finger as a cock by then, fucking myself hard and fast, then slowing down and giving it to myself deep and slow.

Suddenly, my fantasy changed and I started to imagine what it would be like if a car came along right then. What if a guy and a girl pulled over and watched me as I made myself cum with my fingers?

That got me even more turned on, thinking about them both staring at me as I finger-fucked myself to orgasm. I turned over and lay on my back, my pussy juice spread all over the tops of my thighs, and then used three fingers to fuck myself harder, the palm of my hand pressed firmly against my clit. In my mind I could see myself by the side of the road, half naked, moaning loudly. Anyone could drive past and catch me. It was so wild and so exciting.

That’s when my climax hit me like a train. I have not cum that hard just using my fingers since I was in college – back when I was filled with horny ideas and unable to do much more than frig myself over them.

I don’t know if I’d ever be crazy enough to try hitching a ride for real; or masturbating by the roadside! But it’s become my go-to fantasy when I want a really intense orgasm, and I’ve come up with lots of little variations on the story that sometimes surprise even me with how filthy they are…

 

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Peel down my yoga pants

Erotic fiction inspired by Tracey Lindsay in “Flexible 2

We had a pretty great life. I earned, so she didn’t need to. I made good money, enough for us to live our lives as we pleased.

Tracy liked to take care of her body. For her, a good day was one in which she swam, ran, cycled and hit the gym. And every day she would begin with some yoga – she was incredibly flexible because of it. Every morning I would leave for work as she was starting her workout, and it always made me want to stay and watch, but for me to earn the big bucks I had to be in the office early each day.

Except when I decided to take an impromptu day off. I loved my wife, loved her body, and loved to watch her – she was mesmerizing to me. So I didn’t tell her I was staying home that morning, but ran through my usual routine – shave, shower, suit and tie, breakfast and out the door. Tracy didn’t suspect a thing.

Grabbing my car keys, I paused in the doorway to enjoy my usual long glimpse of my gorgeous wife starting her yoga practice before saying goodbye, swinging the door half closed and making my exit.

I even slammed the front door shut just to make sure she thought I was gone, and then I crept back down the hall. I’d planned to watch her for a little while, just to enjoy the sight of her beautiful body as she flexed in her tight little yoga pants, then step out from behind the door.

I had left the door open just enough so that I could watch through the crack, the hall dark enough to hide me in the shadows. There I was, half bent over in a subconscious effort to hide, watching my wife through the crack in the door, smiling to myself about the prank I was playing on her; but I soon forgot about jumping out on her when she really got to work.

She was amazing to watch standing straight up, legs locked, bending all the way down to touch her toes, then coming back up and arching her back and pushing her chest out. But I was stunned to see her take her top off then, and hold her arms out beside her in a T shape, then bend them back in and toy with her breasts, tweaking her nipples and making them stiff.

She was making me hard instantly. Did she do this every day? I reached down to squeeze my stiffening prick inside my pants. Next, she knelt down on her yoga mat and pulled her body in tight like a ball, then moved back out until she was on her hands and knees, arching her back up and down, getting me seriously horny when she pushed her fine ass up, her slit camel toeing in her tight yoga pants.

I neatly cried out when she rolled her pants down her thighs and reached between her legs to stroke her pussy. Even from where I was standing, I could see she was wet when her fingers splayed her lips open to show the glistening pink perfection within.

I unzipped my pants and began to stroke my cock, watching my wife play with herself, loving every minute of it. Then it struck me – that’s my wife I’m watching, I don’t have to hide out here, I can go right in and surprise her!

The door swung open silently and I walked in, my steps audible if she’d been listening for them. “I need some help,” I said, standing behind her with my erection jutting out.

She screamed then – I must have given her the shock of her life – and fell forward onto her mat, struggling to get dressed for just an instant, until her brain caught up with her and she realized it was me.

“What the fuck!” she said, breathing heavily. “Did you sneak back in?”

I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants to the floor, kneeling on the mat behind her. “I‘m coming in, sweetheart, but there’ll be no sneaking.”

Tracy got back up onto her hands and knees. “You scared me, honey,” she said. She pressed her ass back against me, her wet pussy sliding over my cock, forcing it down between her legs, her lips rolling over my shaft.

“You didn’t scare me,” I replied. “You turned me on. Do you do this every day? I’m going to have to start being late for work every morning…”

I felt her hand press up against my cock as she rubbed her clit over me, pressing me tight to her. Then she moved forward and buried me inside her tight, wet hole, pushing her booty right back and taking me all the way inside. What a feeling! So tight, so warm, so enveloping.

I gripped her by the hips and pulled her to me, enjoying being balls deep inside her, but she was pulling away from me, eager to slide herself up and down me. So I let go and relaxed as she did all the work, sliding her pussy all the way off my rod and back down to the balls nice and slow.

I suddenly felt overdressed and scrambled to take of my tie and shirt, pulling away as I did. Tracy glanced over her shoulder, then smiled and stood up.

“How about like this, baby?” she said, planting her feet apart and bending down to touch her toes, legs perfectly straight. Damn, that was about the hottest thing I had ever seen, my wife grabbing her ankles, looking at me through her legs, her pussy and ass shining with her own juices. I was inside her in a flash, my hands on her hips, bouncing her back and forth on my dick vigorously.

I pulled out, slapped my cock on her asshole, rubbed it over her pussy and clit some more, then plunged back inside, loving it. She was moaning now, a little squeal of pleasure coming out of her with every hard thrust. Then, gasping out the words, she told me to hold still.

She pulled away, stood up straight and turned to face me. “I can do this, too,” she said, lifting one leg up beside her until it was over her head. Then she came to rest it on my shoulder. She pulled me closer to her and reached down for my cock. She had a filthy smile on her face as she guided me into her pussy, then wrapped her arms around my waist – I had never had her so open before, never been able to get that deep inside.

We were pressed tightly together, kissing hard, her tongue in my mouth, my nails digging into the flesh of her ass.

“Cum in me,” Tracy whispered in my ear, and she took hold of my hips and began to bounce her pussy against me. I was only too happy to oblige, my whole body and mind given over to this incredible experience, blasting hot semen deep up inside her as she cried out in orgasmic ecstasy.

She held me tight until the waves of pleasure had subsided, then guided me slowly out, my cum following my dick as it left her pussy, splashing onto her yoga mat and down her thigh.

“Now I’ll have that little cum stain to remember you by every morning when I run through my yoga practice,” said Tracy, slowly lowering her leg back to the floor.

Getting to work on time never seemed so important after that day…

 

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Eat Me, Mr Businessman

Erotic fiction inspired by Briana in “Black Lingerie

An overnight stay in Latvia for business turned into one of the best nights of my life. The meeting was a failure, the company I’d come to see had no interest in my company’s product, nor in entertaining me for the evening, and I wound up in the guesthouse bar sipping whiskey alone.

The place was empty, just me and the barmaid, a foxy blonde in black. I sat and drank while she idly cleaned glasses at the other end of the bar. I must have sat there for an hour, watching the girl, the drinks and the door, but nothing happened. No one came in or went out, no staff came through – it was like the hotel was in some kind of ghostly limbo, floating in a fantasy realm outside of reality.

I nursed my drink.

And then the barmaid was in front of me, pouring me another although I hadn’t asked for it.

“On the house,” she said, and poured herself one.

“Thanks,” I said. “Is it always this busy in here?” My voice cracked after so long sat in silence.

She looked at me with an intense stare for a few seconds. “You are the first customer we have had here this week. This is the first conversation I have had during work since last Wednesday.”

She kept looking at me, staring straight into my face, holding my gaze as I raised my glass and took another sip. There was no mistaking what that look meant.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Briana,” she said, taking a sip of her own drink.

“I’m–”

“I know what your name is,” she said. “You are the only guest in the hotel. Your name is Carl. You are here for one night only. Tomorrow you will leave early and catch a flight back to the United States and you won’t come back.”

I put down my drink and smiled, nodding.

“So what are you going to do with the rest of your night, Carl from America?” she asked. “Will you sit here and drink until you cannot stand? Will you go out and try to find some fun? Or will you take me to your room and eat my pussy?”

It came as such a surprise that I couldn’t think of a thing to say. Briana reached for my hand and placed it on her breast. Then she lifted it to her mouth and sucked on my fingertip, her intense stare holding my gaze.

Without another word, she stepped out from behind the bar and walked to the front door, locked it, and sauntered towards the elevator.

“What are you waiting for, Mr Businessman?” she said, turning to look at me sitting there dumbstruck. When she slid her dress off her shoulders and stood with her back to me in black bra, panties, stockings and heels, I got up off my chair, necked my drink and moved quickly.

The elevator door opened and we stepped inside, Briana carrying her dress. When the door closed, she hit the button for my floor and I reached for her but she pushed me back.

“No. Not in here. Wait,” she said. I stepped back and looked at her. She stood watching the door, waiting.

It opened and she stepped out without looking back at me, leading me to my room. She waited at the door for me and I fumbled with the key card. I opened the door and let her in first and she headed for the bed.

“Undress,” she said, then climbed up onto the bed, kneeling and watching me. She took off her bra as I undressed, toying with her small breasts, then rubbed her hand over her panties. I was hard in my pants and eager to free my dick, but I worked slowly, watching this gorgeous girl as she stripped for me. She turned onto all fours, pulling her panties around on her pussy, slipping them down over her ass cheeks.

Her pussy was hairy, with fine, light brown pubes spreading out around her pink lips. She lay back on the bed and began to stroke her slit, eyes on me.

“You will eat my pussy, Carl, and then you will fuck me. Make me cum, Carl, and I will suck your cock.”

As she spoke, she pushed two fingers inside herself. It wasn’t just me she was turning on…

I was naked now, my dick jutting out in front of me, rock hard. I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her thighs, bending down low until my mouth was right in front of her pussy. Her pubes tickled my face and she took her fingers out of her hole and offered them to me. I tasted her juices, a strong, sweet tang.

Briana hooked her legs over my shoulders and I dragged my tongue flat across her hole and clit, catching pubes in my mouth. She was wet and spread open, no need for me to tease her. Her forthright attitude made me act the same, no need to hold back – she wanted an orgasm, and I wanted to make it happen. I probed her hairy hole with my tongue, seeing how far I could get it inside her.

“Fuck my pussy with your tongue,” she gasped, grabbing my head. Her pubes scratched my nose, filling my nostrils with her musky scent. I pulled back to get some air, sucking on her clit, rubbing my tongue over it, her pubic hair catching in my teeth.

“Suck my pussy, tongue me, no hands!” she demanded.

“Okay,” I said. “Get up on your hands and knees and I’ll tongue fuck you good.”

She rolled over and rose up onto her hands and knees, looking at me over her shoulder, and for a moment I just stared, marveling at the sight of that hairy beaver, pink lips glistening inside the nest, fine little ass up. Then I dived right in, my hands gripping her ass, pulling her open, my tongue pushing in and out of her, fucking her with it, good and hard. My nose pressed onto her asshole, my chin tickled by her pubes, my ears burning with the sound of her moans.

I fucked her like this until my lips were sore from rasping them against her pubes and my tongue ached from being stuck inside her so long.

"I’ll fuck your pussy, and you’ll suck my cock, is that how it goes?” I asked, getting up and sliding in behind her.

“Yes, you make me cum with your cock and I will suck you dry,” she said, a hand on her ass, her intense stare on me again.

“I’ll make you cum, and then I want to fuck your mouth,” I said, pushing my cock into her. She was so wet and warm, and so tight – it felt incredible and I nearly came right then just thinking about how good it felt and how much I loved squeezing her tight little ass cheeks in my hands.

I had to pull out and stroke her silky pubes a while just to get my mind straight. Then I was back in and I found my rhythm, fucking Briana steadily, listening to her moan, loving the way she reached back with one hand to pull her ass open.

“Yes, fuck me!” she moaned. “You fuck me!” This was it, she was on the verge. I slapped her ass hard.

“I fuck you!” I shouted.

“You fuck me, fuck me, fuck me–” and then she made a high pitched, squealing noise and began to slam her slim little body back against me with every thrust, cumming hard. If she had kept that up for a minute longer, I would have unloaded into her, and I nearly asked her to keep it up because it was amazing. She had no concern for me though, she just wanted to use my cock for her own pleasure, and her pleasure came through hard, fast pounding.

Then she slid off me and lay on the bed face down, breathing hard. When she rolled over, she had a smile on her face, a look of total satisfaction.

“Now you can fuck my mouth, Mr Businessman.”

She sat up on the bed, leaning back against the wall and I knelt over her body, pushing my cock into her mouth. I thrust in deep as she played with my balls and reached back with her other hand to dig her nails into my ass. She was incredible, taking me all the way in, the tip of my cock feeling the tightness of her throat with each thrust.

But I couldn’t see her pretty face, and I wanted to feel that intense stare on me once more. So I pulled out of her and said, “Finger your pussy.”

She did as she was told, smiling. I watched as she stroked her clit and sunk two fingers inside her slippery slit, kneeling close, jerking myself off over her cunt.

“Finish me,” I said, and she reached for my shaft. Her pumping fist brought me off and I shot all over her hairy pussy, my cum spraying her bush.

I collapsed onto the bed beside her and fell asleep with my hand on her pussy, fingers entwined in her sticky pubes.

When I awoke, she was gone. When I went down to reception to check out, she wasn’t there. I never saw her again; but I’ll never forget her.

 

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Kay’s ass in the kitchen

Erotic fiction inspired by Kay J in “Cerise

After the picnic, everyone headed out to the field for an impromptu softball game. My neighbor Kay slipped her arm through mine.

“Jeff, help me in the kitchen, ok? We’ll do the dishes while they all play the big game.” I could hear them shouting and getting ready to play, and for a moment I wished I was out playing too; but Kay made a distracting diversion.

She had been away at college for the last two years and she was definitely looking all grown up. In her cute little top and shorts, she was way more confident than the shy girl that used to share illicit kisses with me in the barn when we’d sneak out late at night. Today she’d been giving me a look across the picnic table that made my knees weak. I had grown up too and was now a head taller than Kay, but she still called the shots.

Side by side at the old double sink, she sure smelled good and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“So, notice anything different about me, Jeff?”

“Yeah, you’re wearing a push up bra!” And I tried to get a peek. Kay was outraged, but glad I’d noticed her boobs.

“I am not! This is all me!” She shrugged her top off one shoulder, lowering it to expose more cleavage. “See? Just me.” She looked out the window, checking we were still alone, then turned her big blue eyes on me and dropped her top all the way, exposing her left breast.

I couldn’t breathe or look away. Her boob was stunning, ripe, naked and looking like a perfect scoop of peaches and cream, topped with a plump, pastel pink nipple. Kay’s grin got wider as she reached her arms up around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. Kay and I had made out before and I knew her luscious lips well, but the rest of her was new territory to explore.

Surely people will see us groping each other? I thought. I sneaked a peek out the window but they were all too far away out on the field.

Kay pulled my face down and then her plump nipple was in my mouth and I explored it with my tongue, finding it tender and stiffening in response. I sucked and she sighed with pleasure and gave me her other boob to lavish the same treatment on.

She turned her back to me and flipped up her skirt. “Don’t miss this, Jeff. I’ve got a booty now!” She slid her shorts off her butt and ran my hand over her cheeks. She used to be such a skinny little twig, but now she had the most glorious curves. I sank to my knees and pressed my face between her cheeks; she arched her back to pop her bubble butt out so I could lick her delicious pussy. I parted her lips with my tongue and tasted her sex, wet with arousal.

Then I heard steps clomping up the deck to the kitchen door and my hot blood instantly chilled. I heard one of the neighbors calling out, “I think there’s more cold drinks in the kitchen!”

As her hand rattled the screen door I heard one of the others yell across the field, “Hey we found the cooler, they’re all out here...”

“Okay! Oh hi Kay, thanks so much for doing all the cleanup. Where’s Jeff?” They were chatting through the window screen, and Kay had her hand on the back of my head, keeping my face planted between her thighs.

“Oh, he’s clearing the table. Have fun at the game!” The neighbor clomped off, and Kay ordered me, “Now lick my ass, Jeff.” Her hands spread her cheeks apart, giving me a clear shot at her asshole, so smooth and deep and round, and my tongue sank in there, tasting her and wanting even more.

Kay grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom, where she stripped rapidly. Her naked body was mesmerizing and I wished I had hours to explore it, but she said, “Quick, we’ve only got a few minutes and I need you to fuck me…” Things were moving fast, but she lay back on the bed and spread her legs, and her pussy was so wet and tempting. My pants hit the floor and I climbed on top; Kay grabbed my dick, her beautiful blue eyes gazing into mine, begging to be fucked. She rubbed my dick over her sopping pussy folds and then my hips found the gate to paradise and I slid all the way in.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, that’s so good!” Her hips started rocking and we were fucking slowly and sensuously, my weight forcing my shaft down deep, with Kay’s hips grinding up to meet me, mashing her clit on me, making her shiver. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close so I was plunged deep while her orgasm wrenched her body in spasms, her breath raspy and rough. She fell back on the bed, panting.

“Jeff baby, you’re still so hard.” She was stroking me lazily, and then her eyes lit up. “Do me in my ass!”

She took my cock in her mouth and soaked me with saliva, then lifted and spread her legs, and her ass. I was shocked at the way the afternoon was unfolding, but I gave it a try and incredibly, her smooth asshole spread open for me and I sank my shaft deep inside. Kay’s eyes were heavy-lidded as she took in the sensation of being drilled by my pole. I thrust into her slowly and smoothly, heading for my climax, urged on by her tight asshole wringing and clenching my cock, her lips on mine.

Then I heard a big cheer from out on the field, and then an, “Oohhhhh,” and I heard Kay’s uncle yelling, “Damnit, now I need to get the spare softball, I think it’s in the house!”

The prospect of getting caught with my dick in Kay’s ass spurred me on, and I started pounding into her rapidly. A big smile spread across Kay’s face.

“Yeah, Jeff! Cum for me! Cum in my ass!” That did it. Fireworks exploded all through me and my liquid load got delivered up her butthole just as I heard her uncle’s big feet pounding across the deck.

We pulled our clothes on like crazy people and jumped back to the kitchen. I spied Kay’s panties on the table and grabbed them in a flash when I heard the screen door rattling. I stuffed them in my pocket and got back to the sink just in time as Kay’s uncle brushed past us and stomped down the stairs to the basement, Kay and I acting as cool as cucumbers.

“Whew!' I mouthed as I zipped up my jeans.

“I know, look!” Kay whispered, and lifted her skirt. My semen was dripping down her leg. She bit her lip, eyes wide open. "That was close!” She kissed me quick.

“Damnit! Your sister had to hit a home run into the woodpile! You better finish and get out here Jeff, we’re getting slaughtered!” her uncle called as he headed back out.

“Sure, I’ll be right there.” He left and I helped Kay into her panties, drawing them up her long legs. We kissed again and I whispered in her ear, “Meet me in the barn tonight…”

 

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Blindfolded and horny

Erotic fiction inspired by Georgia in “Lady Mask

My girlfriend, Georgia, is the adventurous type. She likes to try out new things in the bedroom.

Not that you would know this from the way she presents herself. At work, she wears a business suit, nylons and flat shoes, ties her long brown hair back and maintains a very studious demeanor. You would never suspect that she is a girl with a voracious sexual appetite, and when we first began dating I had no idea she was such a sensualist.

The first few times we had sex, I was surprised by how confident and upfront she was in the bedroom. She liked to have the lights on, to undress for me and jerk me off, suck me off in front of the mirror, all these little clues that she was a very sexual person.

After we’d been dating a while she gave me a key to her apartment. One evening I went over after work as agreed, and let myself in.

“I’m in here,” Georgia called from the bedroom. I threw my coat over a chair, kicked off my shoes and went in. What a sight greeted me!

She was lying on the bed, wearing black stockings, a black bra and some seriously sexy panties, all string and sin. A blindfold covered her eyes.

“Wow...” I said from the doorway.

“I’m all yours,” she said, smiling. “Do whatever you want. Surprise me.”

I stood over her, marveling at her beautiful body, wondering where to start. I ran my fingers over her stockings, up her calves and onto her naked thighs; then rubbed her pussy through her panties, making her smile. Her lips glistened with lipstick. My erection throbbed inside my pants. I undressed quickly.

“Turn over,” I said, an idea forming. “Get on your hands and knees.”

She assumed the position, giving me a perfect view of her pert bottom, skimpy panties barely covering her pussy. I reached out to touch her smooth, soft skin, my fingers gliding over her firm cheeks, pressing against her pussy, rubbing and stroking. I felt her panties begin to get damp as her wetness seeped through them, her lips parting to allow my finger to rub between them. I tugged her panties aside and slid my fingers up and down the slippery groove, dipping inside a little way, and spreading her juice all the way up to her asshole. She moaned softly, encouraging me to continue.

I pulled her panties down around her thighs, exposing her pretty, shaved pussy and tight asshole. Her lips were parted, the pink interior wet and shining. It was so tempting, and I thrust a couple of fingers inside, enjoying the wet heat, then painted the goo over her asshole. My blood was pounding as I pressed my finger against her tight ring and she moaned appreciatively. Back went my finger, scooping out more of her natural lubricant, smearing it over her puckered hole. With my free hand I squeezed and kneaded her ass cheeks, spreading her open. I pressed against her hole a little harder and grinned with delight as she pushed back against me, taking my fingertip inside.

Then it was all the way in, buried deep, and I was fingering her ass steadily as she bucked back onto me. When she was taking it easily, I slid another finger in and started scissoring them, stretching her open. I spat on my fingers to lube her up even more, scarcely believing she was going to let me fuck her ass for the first time.

“Can I…?” I started.

“Go on, stick your cock in my ass!” she urged me, her dirty words turning me on even more.

“Get it wet for me first,” I said, emboldened by her eagerness. I moved around to her blindfolded face, tapping the tip of my cock against her lips. She smiled and opened wide, sticking out her tongue, and I slapped my dick against it, teasing her. She captured it with her lips and slid them up my length, sucking with just enough pressure to drive me crazy. It felt so good I couldn’t take it for too long before I had to pull out of her mouth, not wanting to blow my load before I got my dick in her ass.

I moved around behind her again and stroked the head of my cock over her asshole. Pressing steadily, I eased the head inside, and then I surged forward until I was buried balls deep, her ass hot and tight around me. I went slow and gently at first, but as the wild sensation grew I started thrusting harder and faster, and she urged me on with her horny moans.

She went down onto one elbow so she could start rubbing her clit, and as she started cumming, the feeling of her ass gripping spasmodically around my shaft set me off. I fired three big spurts of cum deep inside her asshole, then pulled out to see the rest spray over her cheeks. It felt amazing.

“You can wear the blindfold next time,” Georgia told me, as we lay in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow. “I have a few ideas I’d like to try out…”

 

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When I get home from work

Erotic fiction inspired by Misty Lovelace in “Kitchen Fun

When I came home from work, I found Misty in the kitchen of our tiny apartment. She said hi over her shoulder; she was at the sink washing dishes. We’re too broke to buy a dishwasher.

She’s got these sexy, shapely legs that first attracted me to her, curvy hips, and a tiny waist. She was wearing a lacy slip, and swinging her hips and humming to herself with her hands in the water.

I dropped my bag and stepped out of my heels, my eyes on that sexy little backside. Misty is fun to be with but she’s completely unaware of just how hot she is. We could be walking down the street together and I know everyone’s eyes are on her because mine are too, but she’s totally oblivious to it.

I was tired from another day waiting tables, feet sore, legs aching, but none of that seemed to matter anymore. The sight of my girl Misty whipping her butt left and right, humming along to the radio, sucked all the tension from my shoulders and lit a spark between my legs.

I had one of those choice moments. Should I go collapse on the couch, or go put my hands on that sensational body? If you knew Misty, you’d know there was no choice at all. I went up behind her and put my hands on her hips, pressing my breasts into her back, grinding my crotch up against her gorgeous ass.

She giggled and bounced against me, pushing me back slightly with her ass, playfully. Squatting down behind her, I slid my hands up her skirt and pulled her panties down.

“Hey!” she laughed. “What are you doing?”

I stood back up and kissed her on the back of the neck, my hands again sliding up her thighs, lifting her slip.

“Don’t you worry about what’s going on back here,” I said into her ear, nibbling her lobe. Misty carried on with the dishes, trying to pretend nothing was happening, even though her panties were halfway down her thighs and my hands were working their way around her hips to her pussy.

When my finger reached her clit, Misty froze. Her hands just stopped moving and she moaned softly. I stroked her, easing a finger over her clit, teasing it, knowing she was getting off. I dipped my finger further down, stroking her lips, searching for her hole. She was leaking juices, getting aroused by my touch. As my fingers parted her pussy lips and slipped inside her hole, she lifted her hands out of the sink and grabbed hold of the edge, pushing her ass out towards me.

I squatted down behind her again, pulling her panties right down to her ankles so she could step out of them. I kissed her ass cheeks and licked my way up her thighs, bending her over. She was still grabbing hold of the edge of the sink, hands wet and soapy. Her dark bush was glistening with her wetness, such a tempting, succulent sight. I got my tongue in deep, licking at her clit, dipping in and out of her hole, teasing her. I wasn’t trying to make her cum just yet, I just wanted her to feel good.

When my thighs started to burn, I stood up and turned Misty around. She kissed me, pressing her body against mine, wet, soapy hands all over me.

I had her sit up on the countertop, pulling a chair over so I could sit in front of her. She spread her thighs and I started eating her again, turning up the intensity, ready to blow her mind. I sucked on her pussy lips, pushing my tongue inside her hole and wrapping my lips around her entire labia, my top lip rubbing hard on her clit. I dragged my tongue back out and lifted it to her button, using my top lip and tongue to sandwich her clit, rubbing it between them. She moaned and wound her fingers in my hair, really getting off. Her hands always tell me how close she is to orgasm; when she tightens her grip I know she’s feeling it, but it’s when she suddenly freezes that I know she’s on the verge. I felt her freeze, and slipped a couple of fingers inside her, thrusting deep. That made her cry out and then she was cumming on my face, shuddering and bucking wildly.

Sitting back and letting her catch her breath, I saw a cucumber on the counter. My turn.

Misty tugged my jeans and panties down to my knees, her fingers tracing the lips of my pussy, spreading my wetness around. She bent me over the counter as she spread my pussy open and eased the big cucumber inside me, thrusting it harder as I urged her on.

Giggling, she started to spank my ass, and when I was slamming back to meet her thrusts, moaning and gasping, she reached around and rubbed my clit. I came so hard, rocking back onto the thick cucumber, taking it deep.

It felt incredible, and now I feel myself getting wet every time I think about it…

 

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Encounter on the shore

Erotic fiction inspired by Elina in “Azure

It was early morning, and I was alone on the beach, hunting for fossils after a heavy storm the night before. Rich pickings could be found if you knew where to look. But the treasure I found was far beyond my wildest dreams.

I was focused on the world directly around me, rocks, stones, loose shards. I did not bother to look up. I wandered along the coastline for an hour or so. It was deserted; there was no one else there but me. Who would be on a rocky shoreline at this time of day but a wanderer looking for treasure?

But suddenly there she was, a vision in blue not more than a few yards from me. I rubbed my eyes – could this be real? A beautiful woman, naked but for an azure sheet wrapped around her waist, reclining against the cliff face, brown hair falling over her shoulders, eyes watching me as I approached.

I looked again. She was still there. So beautiful. Still watching me. I stood motionless, the only sounds I could hear the lapping of the waves against the shore and my own breathing.

She moved, arching her back, stretching her arms above her head. It was a sexual act, there was no doubt about it. My mind flickered over fantastical thoughts – mermaid, siren, naiad – myths and legends I knew did not exist.

She was real.

I approached her and she moved, swaying and turning, smiling and beguiling. I stood before her and dared not breathe. She reached out to stroke my face with her hands, her smile shining down on me brighter than the sun.

She ran a finger over my face, and between my parted lips. Then traced my saliva over her lips, down her neck, over her breasts and around her nipples. I watched, spellbound, not daring to speak.

She took my hand and held it to her face, licked my finger softly, traced it down to her breast, smearing her saliva over her nipple. She took my other hand then and held them both to her breasts, leaning forward to kiss me. When her tongue found mine, I came alive. My hands fell from her breasts and wrapped around her body, pulling her close to me, as I kissed her passionately.

She stepped back, smiling again, and reached for the knot of her azure wrap, undoing it and letting it fall. Naked before me, her body was smooth and flawless. Perfection.

She came to me then, her hands reaching for my cock, feeling me through my pants, feeling my hardness, kneading me, making me stiffer. She unzipped my pants and I took off my shirt. I kicked off my sneakers and she knelt to pull my pants down, helping me step out of them.

Facing me, she took me in her hand and pulled on my shaft, milking me gently, teasingly. I reached for her pussy, fingers searching for her groove, finding her wet, lips parting to my touch. She pulled me to her, guiding me between her legs, eyes burning into mine, head of my cock pressed against her clit, her juices wetting me.

She took my hand, lifted her leg and made me hold her thigh up, using her own hand to stroke me against her pussy. Her labia folded over my shaft, I was almost inside her.

She pulled away, turning to face the cliff, her arms reaching up to the rock as she bent over, her gorgeous ass there for the taking. She looked at me over her shoulder intently, communicating what she wanted. I stepped to her, my hands reaching out to clutch her ass cheeks, squeeze them, pull them open. I heard her sharp intake of breath, felt her push back against me.

My cock was between her thighs and then I was entering her, gripping her hips, thrusting in. She was so tight, so wet, so yielding. I entered her fully, sliding in with ease, her pussy opening to me like a lock to a key.

She reached back, held my ass with one hand, watched me with intense eyes, pulled me into her. Deeper. She wanted me deeper. I fucked her as deep as I could, a slave to her grind. Without a word spoken, she told me how hard, how deep, how fast.

She walked her hands down the cliff face, bending further over, her ass pushing back against me even harder, her breathing faster, her eyes always watching me.

I felt her climax, her pussy tensing, gripping me like a fist, holding me deep inside her, flexing and clenching, weaves of orgasm pulsing through her. She gasped, but no sound other than her hard, sharp intakes of breath came from her.

Then she pushed me away. I was afraid she had finished with me. That I would be left wanting so much more.

But she came to me, her eyes always on mine, so close, burning with intense desire. Her hand found me, stroked me, milked me. I came, great spurts of semen firing over her belly and thighs, over her wrist and arm.

Her smile widened, pleased with me. Her hand opened, rubbing me, feeling my balls, spreading my semen over my shaft. Toying with me as I calmed.

She left me there to gather my thoughts, wrapping her shawl around her nakedness, walking away from me along the beach, never once looking back.

I dressed alone and walked away, dazed.

 

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The perfect plaid mate

Erotic fiction inspired by Elina De Leon in “Schoolgirl

It was late evening in the grocery store where I work, the end of the day. There was one customer left, and I was waiting for them to leave so I could close the store. I rang up the woman’s sale and she had just handed over the money when another customer walked in.

I was about to tell her I was closing, until I looked at her properly…

She must have been around 20 years old, with a cute face and her long blonde hair up in pigtails. But it was her short, plaid skirt and long legs in shiny red heels that really choked the words from coming out of my mouth. 

“Can I have my change?” said the woman at the counter, and I stuttered a little and handed her the money. And then it was just me and this gorgeous babe in the store together.

I didn’t want any more customers to come in – I don’t get paid overtime – so I hit the switch. Now you could only exit the store.

I stood at the counter, watching this gorgeous girl doing her shopping, hoping she’d be done soon so I could lock up, and also wanting her to come closer so I could get a better look. But I could hear her heels clicking on the tiles and she sounded like she was moving really slowly.

I stepped out from behind the counter to go hurry her along.

“Miss, we’re closing real soon…” I said from the end of the aisle where I found her. She looked up at me. She was wearing a red plaid mini skirt that barely covered her ass, a cut-off top that was open halfway down her cleavage, those sexy red heels, and bright red lipstick.

“Oh, I won’t be too long,” she said after a while. And then it happened. She bent down to look at something on a low shelf, and her skirt lifted right up. I could see her red cotton panties clinging to her firm round ass, disappearing between her cheeks, stretched tight over her pussy. Fuck!

I’ve been around the block enough times to realize that this wasn’t an accidental flash. The way she’d looked at me when I told her we were closing was a big enough hint, but the way she bent down, so slowly, and lingered over the shelf, not actually picking anything up, was a message loud and clear to the right ears.

“Can I help you?” I asked, coming up behind her.

She was still bending down low and I could almost feel the air move around her lips – I knew she was smiling to herself. She looked over her shoulder at me and then slowly rose back up to her full height.

Turning around, she said, “Well, I don’t know… can you?”

“That all depends on what you need…” I said, playing her game.

She stepped to me, then, her hand coming out to cup my balls. “This is what I need,” she said. My dick stirred in my underwear, growing rapidly.

“Does it feel like the sort of thing you’re looking for?” I asked, standing my ground as my erection grew in her hand.

“Oh, I think this will do nicely.”

“Why don’t you show me where you want it?” I said. I just couldn’t resist, this cute college girl was so sexy and I had the feeling she’d be up for putting on a bit of a show, since she was so confident, and not shy about asking for what she wanted.

She looked me in the eye, squeezed my cock a little and then stepped back.

“You like what you see?” she asked, lifting the hem of her plaid skirt, running a finger over her slit through her panties. I nodded and watched as she slipped her fingers inside her panties, while her other hand wandered inside her shirt.

“Mmm, feels good…” she said, looking right at me as her hand moved up and down inside her panties.

“Turn around,” I said. “Maybe you’ll find what you’re looking for on that shelf down there.”

She smiled again and turned around obligingly. With her legs open, she bent down low; I admired the view for a moment, then stepped in close. I ran my hand up the back of her thigh, letting my fingers brush against her panty crotch. Lifting her skirt up over her ass, I slid my hand back down, rubbing my fingers over her pussy, pushing a finger between her folds to feel between her lips. She was wet, her juices moistening her panties, and she moaned a little as I pushed harder against her.

I pulled her panties down and looked at her pussy. She was shaved, her lips pink and open, her hole shining with juice. I could have stood there looking at her like that, with her panties around her thighs and her pussy bare, that sexy skirt hanging from her hips, for hours. I could have jerked off over her and walked away a happy man, but she was ready and waiting for more than that.

“Wait right there,” I said, and sprinted to the pharmacy aisle, grabbed a pack of condoms, and sprinted back.

I unzipped my pants, took out my cock and rolled a condom over it with trembling hands. I was as hard as I had ever been, and I couldn’t resist jerking off a little while I watched her shaking her ass. She had reached up to stroke her pussy, clearly aching for a fuck, excited by what was to come.

I moved closer and let my cock rest between her ass cheeks, leaning back to feel my tip slide down over her asshole to her pussy, then eased forward to rub the head against her wetness. Her hand cupped me, pressing me against her, guiding me across her clit, and then she pushed me inside her hot tunnel. She was so tight, and so wet, it was like heaven slipping inside that tight hole. Her hand reached back to feel my balls, a finger stroking my shaft as I eased myself in and out, turning me on like crazy.

It felt so fucking good and looked amazing, my cock sliding into this gorgeous girl over and over. In no time at all, my hands were grabbing her hips and I was pulling her back onto me, fucking her with animalistic lust. Now her hands were braced against the shelves in front of us, pressing back to keep me from plowing her into the cans and packets. She was moaning loudly, the sexy noise going straight to my cock.

“Get down on the floor, I want to ride you,” she said. I wasn’t about to argue, I wanted to see her bouncing on my dick, so I lay down on the floor. She took off her panties, throwing them at me.

“Put those in your pocket, something to remember me by,” she said as she stood over me. Her skirt was so short I could see up it from where I lay, and I hoped she might sit on my face and grind that juicy pussy on my mouth, but she wanted my cock inside her again.

She squatted over it and untied her shirt, freeing her perky little breasts, then reached down to grab my shaft and impale her pussy on it.

“Play with my titties,” she said breathily. “Squeeze my nipples.”

I did as I was told and as soon as I had them between my fingers she threw her head back and began to moan even louder. She was so energetic, riding me fast enough that her skirt wafted up and down with each thrust, giving me a sexy glimpse of my dick disappearing inside her each time.

She came with a yell, grinding her body backwards and forward on my dick as I pinched her nipples hard. I felt my body tense, and my dick twitched as I was about to unload. She suddenly jumped off me, pulled off the condom and started jerking me off fast, my spunk flying out of me and splattering onto her skirt, my shirt, her arm, my thighs, everywhere!

“Thanks, you had just what I needed,” she said then, licking some of my cum off her hand. Then she stood up and walked away, as sexy as she had walked in, leaving me lying on the floor covered in my own cum, my mind blown, my balls emptied, her moist panties in my hand.

 

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Screwing my sexy boss, part three

Erotic fiction inspired by Leonie in "In Luxe"

Part two was published on this blog on July 23, 2017. The story so far: Greg is working as a busboy in a restaurant when he is seduced by his sexy Russian boss, Leonie, who lets him fuck her gorgeous tight ass. They hang out at a hotel pool and he finger-bangs her under a towel before they go to her room. The story continues...

Once we got to her room, Leonie took her time undressing, making sure I was standing to attention when we got in the shower. We soaped each other up from head to toe, Leonie paying lots of attention to my erection. After rinsing down, she took me into her hot little mouth, stroking me with a purpose. Hot needles of spray and Leonie’s lips had me relaxed and pulsing in no time and I was steely hard, sliding over her tongue and fucking her mouth. I pulled out when I had to cum, and she jerked me off over her face, smearing it around her lips with my dripping glans. When she looked up at me with her gorgeous hazel eyes and my shiny semen dripping down I thought she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

We rinsed and dried off, and then Leonie fished in her bag and took out two sets of fur-lined handcuffs with long stainless chains attached, holding them up for me proudly.

“I know I’m a bad girl, honey, but now you can tie me up and punish me!” she said with a naughty smile.

I was a bit overwhelmed by this suggestion, but she explained, “You know I am the manager and I have to be a bitch all day long, so when someone I love and trust takes that all away from me and punishes me for being a bad bitch I feel so… free… it’s so nice.”

That made sense to me, and so a minute later I had her tied to the bedposts, spread-eagled and buns up. She watched me over her shoulder with a smirk, flexing her cheeks.

“Are you going to fuck my ass again?”

“Maybe later. Right now I think I'm going to lick you… After I spank you.”

I put a pillow under her hips so her firm, tanned buns were raised. Whack! She cried out as I smacked her ass cheek, making the flesh wobble and redden, but when she raised her head she was smiling.

“When were you a bad girl at work?”

“Oh, Greg, during the Sunday rush I just wanted to sit on your cock with all the customers there. It was so crowded! I couldn't think for a minute and I went to the ladies’ room and touched myself! Was that bad?”

Whoa! That blew my mind.

I spanked her until her cheeks were flaming. Between her spread thighs, the lips were noticeably wet. Then I looked to see what else Leonie had in the bag, and found a scarf to blindfold her, and a set of three buttplugs. Choosing the longest, I dabbed a little lube on the tip. Spreading her legs apart so her anus was clearly visible, I let my fingers invade her wet folds, circling her slippery clit, and admired the response, as she pressed back against my fingers and wiggled her ass.

She jumped when I pressed the plug to her asshole, and I circled it to calm her; then pressed into the center and held it there, allowing her to relax enough to engulf and slide up the smooth plug. I held her hips still so I could tongue her sopping pussy, her entire crotch shining with arousal by this point. With her warm cheeks in my face, I tongue fucked her deep while I massaged her clitoris. The flavor of freshly showered woman was now overtaken by the briny scent of sex and sweat. I sucked on her slippery folds and flicked my tongue while slapping her clit.

 I could feel her shivering, getting ready to climax, so I changed it up, withdrawing the long plug and tonguing her asshole while driving two stiff fingers into her pussy. Wet sounds mingled with her gasps as my palm slapped her crotch and I rode my tongue all around and inside her ass, cheeks moist with sweat. I lost track of time but when I could feel her starting to climax I stopped again and caught my breath.

She was beyond words, rocking back against my hand and face frantically. I drew her lovely ass up high, admiring her wet, open asshole, a crinkled light brown circle with a flaming pink center nestled between her hot, red, shining butt cheeks. I couldn't resist so I drove my cock in deep with one push. Immediately Leonie began to shudder and squeeze, orgasming around me; but I was just getting started. I pounded her hard, at a perfect angle to thrust deep. I didn’t hold back, just rode her hard, revelling in the pressure inside of her tight ass. Soon she was cumming again, her back arching and her butt squeezing rapidly around my shaft.

“Cum, Leonie. Cum for me again!” I whispered right in her ear and she dissolved, squirming with pleasure.

Releasing her wrists and ankles, I let her rest for a bit, still blindfolded, and kissed her, our lips wet and melting together. When she’d caught her breath I restrained her again, this time face up but with her ankles at the headboard and her head hanging off the edge of the bed.

I lowered my cock until she felt my glans on her lips and she licked me with relish. I was so stiff. She caught my head between her lips, so I could slide in right along her wet tongue into her throat. I started to slow fuck her mouth. She was amazing, gagging a little but letting me deepthroat her.

I reached for the still-slippery plug and slid it into her ass, and then started licking her clit, so pink and wet with her juices. The taste and feel of her as she sucked me finally pushed me over the edge and I started shuddering and launching semen into her throat. Leonie’s thighs squeezed my face and another orgasm wracked her slender body.

After that we just passed out in each other’s arms and let the air conditioning cool us off. When we awoke it was evening.

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Screwing my sexy boss, part two

Erotic fiction inspired by Leonie in "Seduction."

Part one was published on this blog on June 11, 2017. The story so far: Greg is working as a busboy in a restaurant when he is seduced by his sexy Russian boss, Leonie, who lets him fuck her tight ass. The story continues...

We lay there in Leonie’s bed cooling off in the middle of the afternoon, pulling ourselves back together. I was idly caressing her bottom; her legs were apart and I could feel sticky stuff leaking out, marvelling at how easily my fingers went in now.

“You’d better stop that or I'm gonna want to go again,” she giggled.

“Suits me fine!” My fingers were in her wet folds and she was moving her hips. “This time I want to lick you.”

She climbed on top of me and we kissed for a while. My pole was rising and I rubbed it on her inner thigh, but I wanted to taste her pussy so I flipped her onto her back and pushed her legs up to see her wet lips. They were gorgeous, pink and puffy, shining and sweaty, and she was clean-shaven, not a trace of public hair. I admired her at close range while I kissed her inner thighs and sucked her lips so I could feel her squirm. Her hood was slim and very light pink and then her swollen inner lips flared wider, chocolate brown and shining with wetness. I parted her lips with my tongue and slid up over her hood, then down inside to flick her inner folds. Leonie squirmed again and I could hear her breathing getting rough. Concentrating on her clit I swiped harder with my tongue, driving her wild. She crossed her ankles behind my head and ground her pussy right up into my face. I reached up and pinched her nipples and she gasped. I stuck my tongue deep inside again while my fingers whipped on her clit – I felt her shiver at that.

I wanted to mark her, so I took the tender skin of her inner thigh and sucked it hard between my lips to give her a hickey. Then I licked two fingers and entered her soft asshole, reaching up inside to stimulate her while I flicked her clit rapidly. Leonie’s body tensed and she shivered and dissolved into jerking shudders while she moaned and called my name. My face was covered with her wet juices and she pulled me up to her lips, tasting them with me.

On Leonie’s next day off, she called me early to ask me to meet her; she’d booked a room at a hotel with a pool and wanted to hang out. I was so besotted; this sexy Russian woman, a few years older than me, with incredible green eyes and a fantastic body, how could I resist?

We sat by the pool, Leonie looking very glamorous in a sexy swimsuit, floppy hat and sunglasses. We lounged on two long recliners pushed together, had lunch outside with some strong, sweet frozen piña coladas and then relaxed and soaked up some rays. I guessed this was how Leonie got that perfect all-over tan.

She put some sunscreen on my back, turning me on as she massaged it into my skin. She spent a lot of time on me, tickling me, pinching my nipples, teasing until she was certain she had my full attention, then asked me to put some on her. I massaged the sunscreen into her slim shoulders and she lifted the neck strap of her suit over her head so I could put some on the back of her neck. Then she leaned back and lifted her suit top up so I could see inside.

“Greg I forgot my boobs, can you do them for me?” They sure looked nice, and there was hardly anyone there to see, so I reached around and spread the sunscreen over Leonie’s breasts, probably taking longer than I needed to, rolling her brown nipples between my fingers. She was purring with pleasure as she lay down full length on her tummy, her suit bottom just a thin strip of fabric disappearing between her cheeks, not even covering her ass.

“Can you get my butt too, honey?” she smiled, wagging her bottom and kicking her heels. I was hooked. After squirting a few thick, white drops on her cheeks I massaged the lotion into the soft skin of her firm, tanned ass, caressing the curves.

“Under my suit too, baby,” she pouted, biting her lip. I slid my slippery fingers under the edges and gave her the full treatment, sliding a finger between her cheeks when she spread her legs. She felt so luscious.

I glanced around but there were only a couple of other people at the pool, not at all close and just reading, sunning and dozing. I draped a towel over us and tugged aside the crotch of Leonie’s bathing suit, nestling my fingers inside her crinkly wet pussy folds, penetrating her with two stiff fingers and rubbing her asshole with my thumb. Leonie's head was turned away from me, her face pressed into a small pillow, biting down on her magazine and rasping her breath.

“Shhhh,” I said and popped my thumb up her asshole. She jerked and then relaxed, letting me fuck her ass slowly with my thumb and her pussy with my fingers. Her pussy lips felt thicker, swollen with arousal, and so wet inside. I watched her sucking in breath and trying to keep quiet. She clutched the lounger with a death grip.

“You have to keep still and quiet or they'll notice, Leonie,” I whispered. She nodded her agreement with eyes squeezed shut, gritting her teeth and shivering. I was moving slow and being careful to avoid making wet slapping noises, which only made things more intense for her. I felt her whole body stiffen and then a shudder grew from her hips and rolled up her spine while she held her breath. A low moan escaped her lips and she collapsed, trembling. I sat up and stretched to distract anyone watching while she shivered out her climax.

Watching her orgasm had my cock so hard, I had to jump in the pool to cool down. Once Leonie had regained her senses a little, she joined me in the water and we smooched for a while, then got some more drinks to take up to the room. It was getting a little too risky out there by the pool…

 

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Fuck art, let’s fuck!

Erotic fiction inspired by Caroline Abel in “The Lounge

When I’m at home and in the mood for pleasuring myself, I like to do it naked on my big leather couch, because that’s where I first fucked my girlfriend, Nancy. As I lie here with my legs spread and two fingers idly stroking up and down the glistening slit of my shaved pussy, I remember exactly how it happened…

I had only just walked into the white-walled, uptown gallery, when my gaze was drawn, not to the art, but in the direction of a gorgeous, long-legged blonde. She was wearing a skirt that barely covered her peachy ass, and her big breasts were encased in a pretty black bra clearly visible under her simple white top, which was unbuttoned just enough to retain her decency, but far enough to play the tease. I picked up a complimentary glass of bubbly and made my way over to her.

The sound of my high heels on the polished hardwood floor as I got closer to her made the blonde look around. Pointing at a particularly wild painting of two naked females locked in a sexual embrace, I said, “Now that’s what I call art.”

The blonde smiled, and said, “What is it about the image that moves you?”

“In a word, everything,” I answered. “I find the intense realism and chiaroscuro of the artist’s work unconditionally compelling; the way she has captured the very essence of her subjects’ desire, the emotionally unfettered nature of their sexual bond and resulting interaction is quite simply, breathtaking.”

The blonde looked at me wide eyed and said, Wow! Really?”

“Oh yes,” I replied. “That, and the fact that I think it’s totally hot!”

The blonde’s smile widened, and she said, “I so agree about it being hot, do you fancy discussing it further over another drink?”

Never being one to beat about the bush, I said, “Would you consider going somewhere more intimate, like my apartment for instance?”

“I’m Nancy,” she replied, grabbing my hand – which I took as a yes.

“My name’s Donna,” I said, and we exited the gallery in a flash.

Back at my place, the door was barely shut before Nancy began tugging at my blouse. She took off my bra and skirt, pushed me onto the couch, and straddled me. As I lay beneath her, Nancy stroked my breasts and kissed my neck. I sighed with pleasure and arched my back against the couch, rubbing my torso hard against hers. She responded by pushing me back down and giving my erect nipples a naughty tweak, as she said, “You have such magnificent breasts.”

I smiled at the compliment. Nancy kissed me along my collarbone, before moving to focus on my right breast. She slowly and delicately spiraled her tongue inward, until, after what felt like an eternity, she reached my ultra sensitive nipple. She drew her teeth over it, which made me shudder with delight, and then teased it with her tongue. I groaned with arousal as she started sucking on it, and felt the first of many waves of excitement wash over me.

After a few minutes of sucking and kneading my right breast, Nancy switched to my left one and repeated the entire arousing routine. My groans of pleasure grew in volume with every touch, suck, and flick of her tongue.

“Oh my god, Nancy,” I blurted. “You are so amazing.”

Nancy said nothing, but responded by moving one of her hands between my legs, to stroke my pussy through my tight black panties. A jolt of sexual electricity shot through my entire body, and I knew that Nancy could feel how wet I was. She quit playing with my boobs, tugged aside my panties, and trailed a finger along the slippery slit of my shaved pussy, teasingly bumping it against my swollen clit. My body trembled with pleasure and anticipation as she slid off the panties.

Nancy knelt between my spread legs and traced her fingers along my inner thighs, teasingly brushing the outer lips of my pussy. I writhed and made tiny thrusting movements against her hand. She got the message and slid a single finger effortlessly inside my wetness, at the very instant she started rubbing my clit between two fingers of her other hand. Her fingers curled inside me in a way that caused my legs to spasm; I closed my eyes and threw back my head.

I grabbed and rubbed at my breasts, roughly twisting and pinching my nipples. The desire I had for Nancy to make me come was immense, and when she withdrew her thrusting fingers and replaced them with her mouth, I knew that moment wasn’t far away. Her tongue and mouth caressed and savored every inch of my pussy, and I shuddered uncontrollably as her tongue probed my hot hole, hard and deep. As I felt an intense orgasm start to well up inside of me, Nancy turned on the tease and stopped me in my tracks.

She slid up my body and kissed me hard. The taste of my own honey on her lips drove me crazy, and I started slapping myself between my legs; I was unable to speak due to being completely lip-locked with Nancy. It was only when I accompanied my pussy slapping with whimpers of desperation that Nancy slid back down between my legs.

This time she slipped two fingers inside my wetness, while simultaneously licking and sucking my clit. The way she swirled her tongue around my nub made my body tremble, and cries of pleasure escaped my lips. Although I was riding a wave of ecstasy, I suddenly realized that I wasn’t the only one moaning and gasping – Nancy was too. I opened my eyes and saw that she had a hand inside her panties and was getting off on getting me off.

Nancy suddenly withdrew her fingers and penetrated my sopping wet pussy with her tongue, and I gasped with surprise as it entered me. She only probed around for a short while though; just long enough to get a taste of my sweet juices, before she switched back to using two fingers. She flexed them once they were inside, to stretch me wider. Her action was unexpected and I yelped, but it felt so good; I was so close to coming I could almost taste it. Nancy’s breathless cries told me that she too was getting close. While still frigging me like crazy, she pursed her lips around my clit and sucked. That was all it took. My pelvis arched up against her hand and mouth momentarily, before my entire body began undulating uncontrollably. I screamed, “Oh yes! Yes! Yes, Nancy! Yes!” as an orgasm tore through me that was so intense it felt like I’d been struck by lightening. As I shook wildly, so did Nancy, her hands and mouth still between my legs, as she climaxed too. Our mutual orgasm was so powerful, Nancy licking me right through it, which catapulted me off on another wave of ecstasy.

It was quite some time before we eventually recovered, but when we did, as I gazed at Nancy’s glowing face, I knew this was so much more than a one-night stand.

 

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Screwing my sexy boss

Erotic fiction inspired by Leonie in “Taste Me

I was working as a busboy, to pay my way through college in the Midwest. The coffee shop manager was a very hot Russian woman, Leonie; she was in her thirties, with streaked blonde hair, a cute butt, and an accent that got right under my skin, especially since she would tease me all the time. Normally Leonie was very charming, but she could be unpredictable, even fiery.

One morning I came in for my shift and Leonie was in a crazy mood, because the cook had just given notice. As it happened, I had some kitchen experience, and offered to fill in while Leonie looked for a permanent replacement. She was hesitant, but agreed to give me a shot. We arranged that I would go over to her house the following day for some training.

When I showed up at her place the next day, Leonie was in a better mood. She wrapped an apron around me, seeming to linger as her arms went around my waist, and we fixed some spicy chicken wings and black beans for lunch. 

Leonie was looking great in tight shorts that showed off her tanned legs, and her tits looked really nice in her tight T-shirt. She dropped a towel and bent down to retrieve it, her ass in those painted on shorts pointed in my direction; she gave me a sly smile as she saw me take notice.

"Okay, Greg. First, we are working on some Russian sweet bread." She took some dough out of the bread machine and showed me how to knead it. I got to work on that dough but couldn't help stealing glimpses of Leonie's slim body with her nipples showing nicely under the thin fabric. Kneading the dough had me thinking about her firm ass.

Innocently, Leonie brushed her hair back and got some flour on her shirt. She went to brush it off and only made it worse. She grinned at me as she stripped off her shirt, gave me a long look, then turned on her heel and walked out of the room.

When she came back in, she had changed into a tank top with some tiny bikini panties, but all I could think of was her pale, naked breasts with pointy brown nipples. She came close. I figured she was still making fun of me, but then I felt her hand slipping inside my jeans to give my butt a squeeze. I turned to her and her other hand slid in too! I was caught and we were hip to hip and she could surely feel me growing inside my jeans.

She reached up on her tiptoes and pulled my face down for a kiss. She guided my arm and planted my hand right on her firm butt cheek. Then my other hand. My hands went under her panties. Oh that was nice, so smooth...

Leonie looked up at my guilty grin. "Like what you find, Greg?" I nodded. "Mmm, I like it too. Let’s eat!"

Before I knew it, Leonie sat on my lap and ground her buns down on my boner with a cute little smile. Then she fed me with her fingers.

"Oh, Greg baby, try this hot sauce on those wings. You'll like it..."

"You sure?" I was suspicious but I took a bite. Immediately my tongue and lips felt a searing, burning rush of pain.

Leonie was cracking up, of course. "Here drink more beer, Greg! It will cool you off."

I took a big swallow. "It's not working!"

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry! I will show you a Russian trick to take the pain away. Give me your mouth, baby...”

I turned my burning lips to her and she puckered up and gave me the most amazing kiss, beautiful lips and tongue, soft and moist, arms around my neck. I gasped for air when we broke the clinch. And boy it sure worked! I didn't even notice the pain anymore. But Leonie grabbed a swig of beer.

"Now I am tingling!" she laughed, and we kissed again – cold beer, warm girl and a hot tongue! We made out like that for a while. By then she was facing me across my lap, tan legs on either side and rocking her mound in a rhythm right on top of my joint.  Just her thin panties and my jeans separating us. I felt her breasts pressing against my chest. She smiled when my hand slid up inside her tank top.

Spreading my fingers, I gave her soft tit a little squeeze and she shivered. Her nipples hardened up and I pinched the firm tip. Leonie closed her eyes and sucked in her breath. She lifted her tank top over her boob and my lips sucked and I ran my tongue around the tip. Her heavy breathing and jasmine perfume were getting to me... I came up for air.

"Leonie? Should we be doing this?"

She looked down at me with mock regret. "Oh, Greg, I am so sorry, I am taking advantage of you! And I am your boss! Oh I am being such a bad boss! Can you forgive me?"

"Sure Leonie, but-"

"Greg, you must punish me, okay? I'm being very bad and I need to be spanked!" She lay down across my lap, buns up. Smack! She gave herself one to demonstrate, and pulled her panties aside, revealing her pink butthole and shining lips. Okay... Two more good ones on each side! Slap! Now she was squirming and gasping with pleasure, her plump cheeks glowing red, flushed and hot.

She slid off my lap and crouched between my knees. In an instant, she had my pants down and my cock out and was stroking and admiring it. She looked up at me with her beautiful brown eyes as she ran her tongue around the head, then took me inside her lips and sucked me deeply while stroking in a fast rhythm. Her other hand was massaging my balls and I started twitching in tiny jolts. She rose up, elbows on my thighs and began to bob her head to take me in deeper and I couldn't help thrusting. That really got her hot and I began to fuck her mouth; my cock was straining with arousal.

Leonie gave me a grin, lubed up one finger with her tongue, slid it between my cheeks and found my asshole. That was just too much and when she reached up in there and pressed down I lost it and came in great bouts of semen, launching it into the back of her throat. I pulled out and finished on her face and tits. We had a moment there, catching our breath, her big eyes locked on mine while she wiped the droplets off her face and lips to swallow it. She looked so beautiful. I was hooked.

I pulled her up to me and planted my lips on hers, didn’t care that they were moist with my semen. I was still pretty hard so I lifted her up and found my way inside her slit. She lowered herself slowly down on me until I was buried all the way inside her puffy, wet pussy. With her bare feet on the chair beside me all she had to do was bounce a little so we were fucking and she could really grind on me.

It was sweaty and hot. I pulled her against me and slammed it in hard. She was gasping for breath as I kissed her and bit her neck, sucking on her tender skin until it glowed red. She came, squirming in my arms and clenching her wet pussy around me, head thrown back, eyes shut and shuddering in climax.

She lifted off me, took my hand and led me to the bedroom, getting on her hands and knees with a wicked smile. As my fingers probed between her ass cheeks, she thrust back to meet them. She took some lube from the nightstand; her cheeks were like hot pink velvet and I got that stuff right on target, the circle of her pink asshole firm and crinkled. I licked all around it and worked the lube in deep, as she shivered with pleasure.

My joint was beyond hard. I slotted myself right in the middle and ground down on her and rubbed it all over her backdoor. My glans nestled in that dip around her asshole. I pushed just a little to make contact and she stretched a bit and I was able to slip in, just the head. I kept some pressure on and gradually her slick ass surrounded me, sliding up my shaft, and I felt her buns against my hips and my cock was deep in a warm, soft place, holding me in tight. I began to withdraw through her tight sphincter, then pushed back in again, very slow but deep, my entire shaft buried with each pelvic thrust.

"Fuck yourself with your fingers, Leonie. I want you to come again!" I felt her diddling her clit.

Her asshole felt incredible, very tight and hot. My hips kept wanting to push the pace but I knew I couldn't last long so I kept it slow. Leonie began to push back to meet me. Her head dropped and back arched and I could feel her beginning to come, her anus squeezing and sucking me in. I reached and pulled her hair back so I could watch her face as she climaxed. Eyes squeezed shut and mouth open, her body bucked and she came loud and long, moaning and writhing.

No time to hold back now, I pounded deep between her clenching butt cheeks and all that pressure inside scrambled my brains while my balls and shaft pulsed and launched and emptied deep into her ass.


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Tracy Lindsay reads erotica!

If you enjoy erotic stories, you’re in good company. Today’s scorching new movie “The Lecture” finds blonde bombshell Tracy Lindsay turning herself on by reading a racy story, her fingers exploring her creamed-up pussy as she gets more and more aroused.

Charles Lakante’s movie is particularly exciting for me because I wrote the story Tracy is reading. Hearing my words in her sexy voice as she gets hot and horny is a real thrill – it’s just the effect I hoped it would have!

The story is titled On Display and you can find it, and many other steamy tales and true confessions to get your pulse racing, on our free fiction site, MyErotica.com. I’d love to hear what you think of it!

 

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Hard, fast and unexpected

Erotic fiction inspired by Misty Lovelace in “Perfect Choice

Traveling and sex are two of my favorite things. I have to travel for my job at least once a month, and I’m usually away for the working week, meaning I get to spend four nights looking for a good lay in the local bars.

Last month was the first time I was accompanied by a business associate. My company was partnering with another to help launch a new product – don’t ask, it bores the hell out of me at the best of times – and had decided that sending a rep from both partners would give the sales pitch more weight.

I was a little put out, thinking that having a stranger along for the ride would seriously cramp my style, but I also entertained the idea that maybe he’d be up for a little nightlife too. So I wasn’t too pleased when I went to meet ‘Pat’ in the reception of our hotel and it turned out to be ‘Patricia’!

I thought I’d managed to hide my initial disappointment when we met – how on earth would I pick up any hot chicks with a female colleague in tow? – but Patricia obviously noticed something was amiss; later that day, after we’d spent hours meeting and greeting as many retailers as we could and were having a drink at the hotel bar, she brought up our first meeting.

“You were a little upset to see me this morning, weren’t you?” she said.

Stalling for time, I answered, “What makes you say that?”

“I could see it in your eyes. Just for a moment, you looked deflated. Don’t you think women can do this job?”

“No! No way!” That got me. I hate being accused of bullshit like that. “I’ve got no problem at all with women in sales. It’s not that at all. It’s just…” it looked like owning up was the only way I was going to save face. “To be perfectly honest, I travel a lot and I prefer to travel alone most of the time, if only because I also like to… get laid a lot. You’ll laugh but I was already annoyed that I would have to spend this week with another guy, but when I saw you I knew my chances of slipping out each night looking for a good lay were zero.”

She was quiet for a moment, her eyes glistening, fingers stirring her drink. “What would you say if I told you that you didn’t need to slip out alone?”

I had no idea what she meant by that, so I kept quiet.

“In fact… you don’t need to slip out at all…”

Interesting. It was very vague, but I was starting to think she was telling me she wanted to fuck. So when she drained her drink and got up I was left wondering where this was leading.

“Well, come on, lover boy,” she said, gesturing toward the elevator.

That was invitation enough. I drained my drink, paid the check and followed her. I’ve always had a thing for confident, sexy brunettes. We stood silently together waiting for the elevator doors to open but as soon as we were inside and the doors closed, Patricia reached for my cock and started to massage me through my pants.

“I like to fuck too when I’m away, but I don’t like to be kept waiting. Mmm, you’re nice and hard already, this is going to be fun.”

Patricia led the way to her room, reaching behind her to touch my dick every now and then. Once we were inside her room, she stripped immediately and I did the same. She had a great body, with slim hips and perfect-handful breasts, the nipples wide and pale, and a trimmed fuzz of dark pubic hair above her slit.

Patricia kneeled in front of me and with a little smirk, started to lick and kiss my shaft, opening her mouth to take all of me inside, stretching her lips and easing them down as far as she could go on my throbbing cock.

“Yeah, you’re ready. Now fuck me.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. We had another four days together and I knew right then and there that Pat was going to be a filthy fuck – and just my type of woman!

She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, one hand playing with her pussy. “See how wet and ready I am?” she purred over her shoulder. “Come on. Fuck me. I don’t want any foreplay, I want your hard cock in me. Fuck me hard and fast. Cum in me. Don’t wait for me, just do it.”

I did exactly as she instructed, climbing onto the bed behind her and slamming my prick inside her. She was tight but wet and I fit like a hand in a glove.

She’d made it clear she didn’t want me to hold back, so I didn’t. I fucked her hard and fast, thinking only of myself, screwing her like I was jerking off, no nice and easy, no grinding it around, just ramming away at her tight pussy faster and faster until I had filled her with my cum. I fell forward onto her and she lay face down on the bed as my dick slid from her snatch and I rolled off beside her.

“Yeah, that hit the spot. You should go get some rest, we’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow. And a very long night…”

And that was how my incredible week of fucking began, with me walking out the door and watching Patricia finger her spunk-filled pussy as she smiled at me from her bed. Incredible.

 

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Remember me this way

Erotic fiction inspired by Nancy A in “Bright Morning

Whenever my lover Anton goes away on business, we fuck right before he leaves, even if he’s departing at the crack of dawn. I wouldn’t dream of missing out on the last chance for sex before he leaves, because while I love him madly, when he’s not here what I miss most about him is his cock.

Before he left early this morning, he gave me the most delicious wake up call imaginable. I was dreaming that I was sitting inside a velvet-lined box, with holes through which strangers were caressing me. As I drifted out of sleep, Anton was running the tips of his fingers all over my naked body. I smiled and shivered with delight.

“You’re almost my dream come true,” I said.

“Only almost?” he replied with a smile, as he cupped the fullness of my breasts.

I smiled dreamily again, then shuddered with arousal as he parted my legs and draped them over his shoulders. I gripped his head and pulled him in closer, arching my hips to thrust my pussy closer to his mouth.

“I love the way your pussy glistens when you’re wet,” he said. “It looks delicious, good enough to eat.”

I purred my approval and Anton leaned in and lapped at my slit, before burying his tongue up inside me. I love being fucked by his tongue, and tensed my inner muscles, clamping down on it in the same way I would if he were fucking me with his cock.

I felt momentarily frustrated when he withdrew his tongue from me; that was until he started brushing it lightly over my clit. The more he licked, the more sensitive my clit became, and heat blazed through my body as an orgasm began to build inside me. As I writhed beneath Anton, he hummed his approval at my excitement, the vibrations flooding through my sensitive flesh. His lips circled my clit and his tongue flickered back and forth. I ground my hips to increase the pressure, every single muscle in my body tensing as I came.

Without waiting for my orgasm to fade, Anton kissed and licked his way up my body. He stopped when he reached my breasts, and flicked his tongue over my erect nipples just as he had done to my clit. I felt the head of his cock nudge against my throbbing pussy, and I instinctively thrust my body against it, to urge Anton to stick it inside me.

He resisted for a moment, and kissed me full on the lips. It was a teasing distraction, because as both our mouths parted and I slipped my tongue inside his, Anton suddenly jolted his hips forward and thrust his hard cock deep inside my pussy. I gasped as he began to move inside my wetness, slowly, with long, deep strokes that made me ecstatic.

I sensed Anton wanted to savor every moment of our final fuck before he left on business, because every now and then he pulled his cock almost all the way out, and held it there a while, gazing at me mischievously as I waited for him to resume fucking me – my pussy muscles clenching in anticipation. I didn’t mind the tease though, because each time he sank his full length back into me, it was such an amazing feeling I shrieked with pleasure.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and lifted my hips to match the rhythm of his thrusts as they increased in speed. Anton fucked me like his life depended on it, and as he started kissing me again, I felt his body start to tense and knew he was close to coming. Which suited me just fine, as I was about at boiling point too; I just needed that little something extra to take me over the edge. The push came when Anton started pinching my nipples.

“That’s it baby!” I moaned. “Harder, harder! Make me come! I wanna come right now!”

Our eyes locked as Anton banged me relentlessly, both of us quaking with pleasure; then he stiffened, plunged his cock inside my pussy all the way to the balls, and held it there as he shot his load. At that very instant, I came too, shuddering and rocking my hips wildly against Anton’s, as my inner muscles clenched around his cock, milking every last drop of spunk out of it.

Thinking about it has made me really horny and wet again. So once I’ve finished my morning coffee I’m going to have to put my favorite dildo to use – and imagine he’s still here, working his sex magic on me.

 

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Trying something new

Erotic fiction inspired by Elena Koshka in “Indulge

Is there any man on earth who hasn’t held a banana in front of his crotch to get a laugh? My man has made that joke countless times, but there’s no way he would have actually convinced me to stick one up my pussy just so he could get off…

Until one night when we came home from a party, tipsy and very horny.

Ryan, had woken up with the horn and spent all day wanting me. I wanted him too – waking up with your lover’s erection nestled up against your ass is a nice start to the morning, so I stroked him a while. But I had a lot to do that day. I wanted to look my best for the party and had booked in for a haircut and manicure early in the morning so I still had time to shop for a new dress and some sexy heels.

It was probably my fault for encouraging him, as when he came down to breakfast he was so frisky he could barely keep his hands off me, and more than once slipped one inside my pajamas and found me wet to the touch. I batted his hands away and ate quickly so I could get dressed and leave the house on time, leaving to his own devices. To be honest, I presumed he’d jerk off as soon as I left; but when I got home late that afternoon he was still horny.

We really didn’t have time, so I promised that when we got home from the party he could do whatever he wanted to me. I figured he’d be too tired or drunk to want anything more than a hard, fast quickie, which was fine by me. He fixed us a snack while I did my make-up; and when we sat down to eat, I suddenly became aware that I was really horny too. You know how you sometimes you want it even more because it’s absolutely the wrong time to fuck? Like you’ve got guests arriving in five minutes and you’re on the verge of stripping and fucking against the front door, knowing you might have to stop suddenly and open it? That’s how it was. I had my foot up against Ryan’s crotch while we ate, feeling his boner inside his pants.

“Come on, eat up,” he said. “We’ll be late for the party. I’ve still got to get changed.” Now suddenly it was me feeling frustrated.

The party was a blast – great music, lots of laughter and free flowing booze. We came home late, and it wasn’t until we reached the end of our street that Ryan seemed to remember my promise. His hand slipped down from my waist to my ass, rubbing my cheek and curling his fingers around to cup me. It was late and I was tipsy enough to let my inhibitions down, so as we walked together, I slid my hand to his cock. There was nobody around to see that I was squeezing Ryan hard in his pants while his fingers were drawing nearer to my crotch, my thin cotton dress posing no barrier.

By the time we reached our house, Ryan had bunched up my dress so he could get a hand inside and was busy inching his fingers into my panties. As I put the key in the lock, his hand slid between my thighs from behind, a single finger stroking my hole. I heard him murmur his appreciation when he felt how wet I was. That short walk had got me imagining all the things he might want to do. My earlier thought that he’d want to fuck hard and fast had spiralled in my head to him tying me to the bedposts and taking me from behind with no mercy, a fantasy I had never been able to confess to Ryan. We stumbled through the door with my hand reaching for Ryan’s cock again as his hand slid further inside my panties, tripping and laughing as we barrelled down the hallway and into the kitchen.

“Let’s have another drink,” I remember suggesting, because things got real hot right after that. I was reaching up for a wine bottle, leaning against the counter when I heard a slight cracking sound. It was Ryan’s knee. He squatted behind me with his head up my dress, biting and squeezing my ass cheeks. I forgot about the wine and stood there, leaning forward, hands on the counter. Ryan pulled my panties down and off, leaving my heels on, then spread my cheeks open; I felt his hot breath over my asshole and pussy.

His tongue snaked across my ass cheeks, winding its way closer to my asshole. He’d never done that before, but the thought of having a tongue licking my asshole was the right kind of rude for me at that moment, and I let him know I was up for it by pushing back, urging him on. What a feeling! Sex is all in the mind, I know, and right now my mind was open and it felt amazing. I wanted to feel Ryan’s tongue inside me and I pushed back again, nearly knocking him over, his hands grabbing the edge of the counter either side of me. He started licking all the way up and down, from my clit hood to the top of my ass crack, his tongue spread flat and wide, wetting me with saliva and my own goo.

Ryan stood up with my dress still over his head, tossing it over my back and laughing. He grabbed my hand and led it to his dick, which was pressing hard against his pants. I tried to jerk him off through his pants but he was pulling them down fast, freeing his erection into my palm. He stood to the side so I could jerk his cock better and I felt his hand slide down my crack, grabbing my ass and wiggling a fingertip on my asshole, then moving lower until it was dipping between my lips. With his thumb stroking my asshole, Ryan sunk three fingers into my pussy. Standing there in high heels with my dress up around my waist, bent over the kitchen countertop, a dick in my hand and three fingers up my pussy, was so fucking dirty.

Ryan started to move his fingers inside me, curling his hand like he was gripping me, fanning them open and slipping them out to search for my clit. Then he pulled his cock out of my hand and bent me further over; I thought he was ready to cum and wanted to shoot his load inside me. I was ready to climax myself, and wanted him deep inside me. But what I felt push against me was cold and felt strange, not like a cock at all. I tried to look, but Ryan had a hand on my back.

“Remember, you promised to let me do whatever I wanted to do?” he said. “Well this is what I want to do. I want to make you cum, so you just bend over with that beautiful ass in my face. I’m going to make you cum with this big… hard…”

Whatever it was, Ryan chose that moment to push it between my lips and right inside my pussy. It was cold and made me jump.

“Fuck, it’s cold!” I squeaked.

“It’s okay, baby, it’ll warm up soon inside you,” Ryan murmured.

Whatever it was, it was big. Bigger than Ryan. I love Ryan’s cock, he’s an excellent lover and always makes me climax. But this thing was bigger and that was exciting, almost like being fucked by another man. Ryan pushed it further inside me, deeper than he could get his cock. It was curved! And rigid. My pussy had never had something so unyielding inside it before. It had a rough end and because it was curved it was hitting my G-spot. When Ryan started to pull it out, I wanted it right back up inside me.

“Do it again,” I moaned, spreading my legs wider and lying flat on the counter. I caught sight of the fruit bowl and suddenly realized what Ryan was using on me. A banana! It was dirty, it was something new for us, and it was so fucking good.

I reached back to grab his cock and tried my best to stroke him, but that banana felt amazing and I was so close to orgasm that I couldn’t focus on anything else. I just bent over and took it, Ryan thrusting into my hand to the rhythm of his strokes as he fucked me with the banana.

When I came, it was a massive orgasm. Holding my breath, knees trembling, whole body bucking. As I let out a cry Ryan came too, his hot load hitting my ass, splashing onto my asshole and trickling down to my pussy, which just made me cum harder. Ryan left the banana inside me as he rubbed his cum around my asshole and over my clit, sending little aftershocks of pleasure through me.

That night was a turning point in our sex life. We’re a lot more adventurous now, and since I’ve discovered a taste for what you might call ‘organic’ sex toys, we have tried a few different varieties of produce too! Use your imagination, ladies…

 

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A Warm Welcome

Erotic fiction inspired by Aislin in “Mansion of Pleasure

Whenever Michael goes away on business, I make sure that he comes home to a very warm welcome.

Absence may make the heart grow fonder, but for me, absence makes my pussy wet. The first day Michael’s away is fine, probably because I’ve fucked him the night before, but by day two I start to miss him, and by the evening, what I miss most is his cock.

Can you imagine how horny I am by day three? Thankfully, he’s rarely away for longer than three days and I can keep myself busy preparing for his return – I go mad tidying the house, cleaning, wiping, adjusting ornaments, readjusting them. I can’t sit still, it’s like I’m waiting for Santa Claus or something.

Last week, Michael was away from Monday until Friday and I was like a leopard on heat by the time the sun rose on the end of the week. I was so antsy that I completely failed to get anything ready – no meal on the table, no fine wine, I hadn’t even bought new underwear. I tried to get some food prepared, but my mind wandered so much that I found myself in the kitchen with a cheese grater in one hand and the other down my pants, playing with myself.

So I went upstairs to get changed, but as soon as I had my pants off and was standing in front of the mirror, I was touching myself again. I flitted back and forth between kitchen and bedroom, getting nothing done except pussy stroking, and all of a sudden it was 6pm and the doorbell was ringing.

It was Michael, right on time, but all I had on was a pair of socks. I was so fucking horny by then that I didn’t care. That doorbell put an end to all the waiting, all those hours spent touching myself thinking about my man and his dick.

I dashed down the stairs in my socks, and opened the door butt naked. There was Michael with a look on his face that was priceless.

“Hi honey,” I purred, leaning up against the doorframe. “Have you missed me?”

“Hell, yeah!” grinned Michael.

I smiled at him, then turned around and walked away, wiggling my ass just so. When I reached the foot of the stairs, I stopped and parted my legs a little, listening for the sound of the front door closing. At the click of the lock I looked over my shoulder, and ran a hand between my legs. I heard Michael drop his bags and breathe out heavily like he does whenever I turn him on, so I started to crawl up the stairs on hands and knees, nice and slow.

I was so wet, I knew that from where he was standing, Michael would be able to see my pussy was peeling open and glistening with my juices. Just as I was wondering whether he was going to stand there watching or come upstairs, Michael dashed up three steps and grabbed hold of my hips, stopping me from going any further.

“I have missed this so much,” he said, his breath brushing my ass.

He leaned in and licked my pussy from clit to asshole, burying his tongue up me hungrily. I could feel his cock pressing up against my foot through his pants, stiff as a rock and pulsing, so I started to rub his cock with my feet; not so easy on my hands and knees with my pussy full of tongue!

It would be nice to say we had one of those amazing porn movie fucks where we did everything imaginable, but that would be a lie. Truth is, I’d been playing with myself for so long, I was ready to cum the moment I opened the door, and I must have driven Michael to distraction as soon as he saw me.

He stopped eating my pussy and pulled off his pants, then with his knees he pushed my feet apart and knelt between them. When he sank his full length into me I couldn’t help but groan – such a wonderful release! Gripping me by the hips, tight, Michael fucked like we only had minutes left to live; hammering into my pussy faster and harder, until I could no longer moan. My approaching orgasm made every single muscle in my body tense until – boom – all the tension of the last few days erupted out of me.

Michael was fucking me so hard that when he came he shot into my pussy, then pulled out too far and came over my socks, then plunged his cock back inside for another blast – by the time he had finished cumming, it was everywhere. Up my back, on my ass, in my pussy, dripping down my thighs and all over my socks.

As welcome home fucks go, it might not have been impressive, but it felt fan-fucking-tastic!

 

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Cumming on my girlfriend's glasses

Erotic fiction inspired by Kay J in “Daintily

My girlfriend is kinkier than I am. She used to laugh at me and say that when it comes to sex, I’m a meat and potatoes kind of guy, while she’s more of a gumbo girl – everything goes into the pot. But we’ve been together for a year now and I like to think that during that time I’ve developed a few kinks of my own, and all thanks to that wonderful woman and her open-mindedness.

My own personal favorite came about through Jasmine’s sexual depravities. It started about eight months ago when she was demonstrating just how much of my cock she could take into her mouth. Now I realize that deepthroating is most guys’ dream, and I have to admit that feeling my girlfriend’s lips wrap around the base of my boner while the tip is embedded right down her throat feels abso-fucking-lutely amazing. When she does it to me, I can’t resist the urge to start pumping hard into her mouth, but the thing is, I don’t get off on hearing her gag. It seems a little extreme.

So anyway, there we were, Jasmine on her knees, sucking down my entire length, pulling on my balls and rubbing herself off; me standing over her, hands on hips, body tense as she pushed her face down onto me; when she started to gag. My immediate reaction was to pull out, but it was also the very first time she’d done that to me, and my god did it feel fucking awesome! So I pulled out rapidly, half worried that I’d hurt her but also turned on so damn much that I shot my load right away.

Seriously, I was trying to say, “Oh my god, are you okay?” but the orgasm she’d just sucked out of me was so overwhelming that I involuntarily grabbed my dick and pumped it hard, shooting great wads of cum onto her face, two big barrels of semen hitting her on the glasses to hang off the rims and dribble onto her cheeks as she smiled up at me with encouraging words (she just loves to talk dirty).

I had a moment right after I’d cum, when I was looking down at her laughing face, my jizz in her hair, forehead, cheeks and glasses, and Jasmine was poking her tongue out, trying to catch the cum falling from her frames, when I realized that what had just happened had really turned me on. Totally out of character, and without even asking, I pushed my cock back into her mouth to milk those last few orgasmic spasms out of it, and it was this action that caught my girlfriend’s attention.

“Oh, honey, did you like that?” she asked, stroking my dick gently and rubbing my cum into her cheeks and mouth with the tip.

“Fuck, yeah,” was about all I could manage to say.

“My baby does have a kinky side, after all,” she purred, resting my cock on her lips. But Jasmine had got the wrong end of the stick (or should that be prick?) I could tell, because she sank my length all the way back down her throat and began to bob voraciously up and down, stopping after a few seconds to come up for air.

I couldn’t help but laugh, and Jasmine giggled with me, a grin flashing across her face as she wriggled beneath me.

“No, baby,” I said, smiling down at her. “It’s not that. It’s this,” I explained, and slapped my cock on her lenses, splashing it in my cum.

“My glasses?” she asked. Ordinarily, she wore contacts, but on that day her eyes were sore from a heavy weekend of late night partying and she’d not put them in. See, this wasn’t the first time I’d ever cum on her face – I might not be the kinkiest of men, but who doesn’t love facials? – but it was the first time I’d ever unloaded on a pair of glasses.

“Yeah, your glasses. Cumming on your specs like that was freaking awesome…”

Jasmine reached a hand out to my balls, rubbing them softly as she took off her glasses and looked at the cum on them. My girl’s so filthy minded, I wasn’t surprised when she stuck out her tongue and licked up all the cum, making a big deal out of swallowing it, smiling up at me when she was done.

Later that day, when I had time to think about it, I realized that the thing I’d loved best about it was that she’d kept her eyes open the whole time, flicking between staring up into my eyes and watching my cock as it spat hot jizz at her face, blinking as a blast took her by surprise.

It’s all wrapped up together – her mouth open, tongue out, eyes wide open, locked onto mine, and my cum splashing over the glass, the heaviest blobs hanging from the frames, slowly descending to her mouth. That is so fucking hot in my world. Particularly when she makes those sexy, appreciative, yummy sounds as my cum lands on her face and drips onto her tongue. I mean, I’m hard right now just thinking about it.

So I found my kink. And it helped me to understand my girlfriend’s turn ons all the better, because when she says that it’s the things that make her lose all self-control and cum without thinking that turn her on most, I completely understand.

And what’s great about Jasmine is that once she knows what you’re into, she works real hard at making it even more amazing. Like the time she stopped me in the parking lot of a restaurant where we were having dinner and dragged me behind a car, pulling out her glasses with the words, “I forgot to put my contact lenses in,” and jerked me off. We walked in five minutes later, Jasmine making sure that a tiny fleck of spunk stayed on the lenses; then she spent the evening with her foot under the table, rubbing my cock and balls, leaning over the table to whisper, “For dessert, I’m going to take you into the bathroom and suck your cock dry and I won’t blink once when you cum on my glasses.”

Or the time I came home from a bad day at the office to find her waiting in the hall on her knees with a butt plug up her ass and scarlett lip gloss around her mouth, a new pair of wide framed glasses on her face.

“Oh daddy, I’m so happy you’re home. Do you like my new glasses? Do you want to try them out with me? Push your cock into my mouth, daddy, and let me make you cum.”

Yes, Jasmine is a dirty girl, and it’s all thanks to her that I am now a dirty, dirty boy.

 

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Mirror Mirror

Erotic fiction inspired by Sarika A in “Small Echoes

I’m a blue-eyed blonde, bisexual babe who considers herself a born narcissist. When I’m home alone and craving a spot of solo stimulation, I’ll reach for a mirror, so I can watch myself as I masturbate while recalling a suitably hot encounter.

Today I’m reclining on the sofa. I’ve just taken off my white panties and I have my legs spread wide. I gaze at the reflection of my beautiful shaved pussy and give my clit a stroke, then start to draw my middle finger up and down the slit while remembering the time I gave my best girlfriend Jane a lesson in fellatio. As my fingers work their magic and my pussy starts to get wet, I’m transported back…

Jane’s at my place, drinking wine and telling me her new boyfriend is really well hung and she’s having a hard time sucking his cock. I say I’ll show her. I go to the kitchen and get a banana and a long, thick cucumber. I hurry back to the living room but there’s no sign of Jane.

“I’m in here!” she shouts from the bedroom. When I take the practice fruit and veg to her I’m delighted to discover that she’s undressed down to her skimpy underwear. She looks gorgeous, so I slide up alongside her on the bed and kiss her full on the mouth. She responds by worming her tongue between my lips, so I stroke her hard nipples through her bra, which makes her squirm with pleasure.

“I have a special treat in store for you,” I say. “But only if you learn your lesson well.”

I strip down to my underwear, give her the peeled banana and tell her to hold it against her lips. She does as instructed. “Now lick around the top of it, gently,” I say.

As I watch her tongue flick daintily between her lips and lap gently at the top of the banana, I can feel my pussy tingling with arousal.

I praise her efforts and we move onto the next stage. “Okay,” I say. “Open your mouth wide.”

Jane smiles and there’s a mischievous twinkle in her gorgeous green eyes. I slide the banana partly into her mouth and hold it there for a moment, before saying, “Now gently close your mouth around the banana and image it’s the shaft of your boyfriend’s cock, okay?” She nods, and I continue, “As I push the banana in and out, I want you to suck lightly on it.”

Jane is very attentive and does exactly as asked, and as she gets into a rhythm I push the banana in deeper. She gags slightly but gradually manages to deepthroat the fruit. It’s an incredibly sexy sight seeing her lips stretch around the banana. She sucks it with such concentration that she doesn’t notice the saliva trickling down her chin.

I let her fellate the fruit until she’s completely at ease doing it, before saying, “It’s time to take you to the next level,” as I wave the cucumber in her face.

She bites into the end of the banana, eats it quickly and replies, “I know my boyfriend’s got a big cock, but there’s no way I’ll be able to get my mouth around that thing.”

I laugh. “This is part of that treat I promised you for being a good cock-sucking student. But there’s one more thing you have to try before your treat.”

I reach into the nightstand and pull out a large, dick-shaped, flexible dildo. “That’s more like it,” she says. “That’s about the size of my boyfriend’s dick.” And she chuckles naughtily.

“Take your panties off,” I say.

We both get naked and she lies back so I can slide the dildo deep inside her and start working it in and out. She’s so wet. Within moments Jane starts panting so hard I think she’s going to orgasm. I pull the dildo out and tell her to lick it, so she can taste her own juices.

She looks ecstatic as she laps at the plastic cock, and grins when I say, “Now suck on the helmet, gently but assertively.” As I watch the head of the dildo disappear into Jane’s mouth, I slip a finger into my pussy and start to fuck myself. “Now inch the dildo down your throat,” I say. “You may feel the urge to gag, but relax and go with it – I know you can do it.”

I’m pleased to see how diligent she is, especially when, as I predicted, she does gag. But she keeps on going until the faux-balls rest on her chin. She doesn’t bother waiting for any further instructions, and starts working the dildo in and out of her mouth. When she suddenly shoves a finger in her cunt, I decide it’s time for her treat.

“Hang on a minute,” I say, and run off to the kitchen.

I return with a towel in one hand and waving a knife in the other. “Oh no!” Jane shouts. “You’ve gone psycho!” and she bursts out laughing, knowing full well I’m fooling around.

I cut the cucumber in half, then place the towel on the carpet in front of a full-length mirror at the end of my bed – hey, I told you I was a narcissist! I beckon to Jane to sit down beside me.

Handing her half of the cucumber, I say, “Enjoy, and I don’t mean eat it.”

We both prop ourselves up against the bed, and, mirroring each other’s moves, bend our legs at the knees and spread them wide. Looking at our pussies in the mirror, I smile at how different they are. Mine is completely smooth and shaven and has tidy labia, while Jane’s has a neatly trimmed bush, and meaty lips. As I rub the end of my half cucumber up and down my juicy slit, Jane follows suit with hers.

I’m still stimulating my clit when Jane slides the end of her cucumber inside her pussy, quite effortlessly. I gasp at the ease with which it slips inside her, and at the way her pussy lips wrap tightly around its girth. Jane notices my reaction and says, “When you’ve got a boyfriend that’s hung like a stallion, size is never a problem.”

Still gazing at the reflection of Jane as she drives the cucumber relentlessly in and out of her pussy, her eyes now closed, I start edging my half inside me. Even though my cunt is sopping wet, I simply can’t accommodate the cucumber. Grabbing some lube, I coat the green monster with it and squirt a dollop of it on my pussy, working it inside me with two, then three fingers. I stare between my legs as I try a second time, and sigh deeply as I’m able to slowly slide the cucumber inside myself. My legs tremble as I get it halfway in, even more so when I start thrusting it in and out cautiously. It’s not long before I’m able to build up momentum, and I feel I’m nearing boiling point. Then, just as I’m about to tip over the edge, Jane lets out a piercing scream.

I look at her reflection and she has the cucumber buried in her so far she can only just about hold onto it, and her legs are flailing wildly. Witnessing her experience such an extreme orgasm makes me tremble, and I thrust the cucumber faster. No longer watching Jane, I concentrate on watching my own reflection as I fuck myself. My climax hits and I’m swept away on a wave of intense pleasure – both in my recollection and in the present.

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I like an audience when I fuck!

Erotic fiction inspired by Kylie Quinn in "Hazel Eyes"

I like to fuck. Fucking is the best! And I love to fuck knowing that I’m being watched, which is why one of my favorite places to get laid is right in front of the window. If you’re in the neighborhood, look up because you might just get to catch the show.

Yesterday my boyfriend surprised me by taking a day off, showing up around the time everyone else was leaving for work. The doorbell woke me from a particularly sexy dream in which I was blindfolded on my hands and knees with total strangers stroking my tight ass and licking my pussy and asshole. So when I opened the door in just my robe, I already had half a mind to fuck whoever it was on the other side. When I saw it was Jay, I let my robe fall open and dragged him inside before he’d managed to say hello.

“I thought I’d surprise you,” he started to say.

“Consider me surprised,” I replied, taking him by the hand and leading him to the bedroom. “Now come and fuck me, baby.”

I have a padded window seat that’s perfect for occasions such as this, and I threw my robe off and crawled up onto it. With my ass up in the air, I reached back and ran a finger up and down my shaved pussy, sliding it between my lips.

“See how wet I am already?” I said.

Jay couldn’t get out of his clothes fast enough, falling out of his pants as he tried to shake them off and reach for my pussy at the same time. He knelt down on the floor behind me, his face up close to my ass, and ran his hands over my cheeks.

I rocked back and forward, pushing my pussy closer to him, aching to feel him inside me. As he started to lick my pussy I looked out the window to see that there were at least five people outside right now, too busy rushing to wherever it was they were going to look up and notice me and my fine ass. I closed my eyes for a moment as Jay’s tongue parted my pussy lips and flickered over my asshole, and when I opened them, one of the passersby, a 20-something guy in jeans and T-shirt, had stopped dead in his tracks, staring right at me.

The thing is, Jay isn’t much into fucking in public, and if I had let it slip that we had an audience he would have bolted for the bed, especially if he knew it was another man. So I kept my mouth shut. Well, actually, my mouth was wide open, gasping as Jay was sticking his tongue inside my pussy as deep as he could get it, his nose pressed up against my asshole, but you know what I mean.

Down on the street, our voyeur was still watching, standing right in the middle of the sidewalk. I winked at him and squeezed one of my nipples. Crawling away from Jay, I turned on the spot, still on my hands and knees, and kissed him, tasting my pussy on his lips and tongue.

“Why don’t you show me your cock?” I said. “I bet it’s rock hard.”

Jay stood up, his prick springing into my face, throbbing.

“Oh, baby! I love your cock!” I said, and put out my tongue, my mouth wide open, guiding his prick between my lips. I slid my tongue over the tip and down the shaft as I took it into my mouth. This drove him crazy, and he let out a deep groan of pleasure. I took his dick in my hand and began to jerk him off slowly, rubbing my thumb over the head to smear his pre-cum over his shaft between long licks.

When Jay closed his eyes and tipped his head back, I glanced down to check if we were still being watched. Sure enough, our audience was still there, but now he had his phone out and was filming us! From where he was standing, he’d have a great shot of my ass and the back of my head as I sucked on Jay’s cock – and if Jay just looked out the window he’d spot this guy straight away. I went back to sucking on Jay’s rigid dick, reaching back with one hand to stroke my ass. I let my fingers slide over to my pussy and pulled my lips open – a close up opportunity for the cameraman.

I wanted this guy to film my boyfriend shooting his load over my ass, but not before I turned them both on some more. So I lay on my back and spread my legs open to let my voyeur see my pussy from a new angle and then I reached up for Jay’s dick and pulled it down towards my mouth, jerking him off as I licked his balls. Jay didn’t need any encouragement to fuck my mouth like this, and he was lucky I knew how to deep throat. He pushed his cock slowly into my mouth, going deeper and deeper until his balls were pressed up against my nose and eyes and his cock was all the way in. Then he reached forward to play with my tits, pinching my nipples hard, pulling on them. I had my legs wide open and two fingers in my pussy. There was no way I could look out at my admirer; I couldn’t see much more than my boyfriend’s balls!

When Jay pulled out with a groan, strings of saliva and pre-cum stretched from my lips to his cockhead and he dragged it over my face, laughing. He was ready to shoot, and I was ready to explode knowing we were being watched and filmed. I got back on my hands and knees, making sure I was at just the right angle for the camera to capture everything.

“Come on, baby, bury that big hard prick in my pussy!” I said. “Make me cum. I wanna cum right now!”

Jay had to get up on the seat with me and kneel between my feet to fuck me, and in this position I could look down and watch the watcher. He had one hand on his phone and the other in his pants pocket – no mystery what he was doing.

I kept my eyes on the phone and bucked back hard against Jay, who was trying to keep a steady pace.

“Fuck me harder! Cum on me! I want to feel your cum on my ass!”

I said all this looking straight into the camera, and Jay reacted immediately, balling me hard and fast. It took all of one minute before he was ready to blow, and he pulled out just at the right time to shoot his load all over my ass. Frigging my clit just as hard, I came when Jay squeezed the last of his spunk out of his cock and onto my asshole, a little unexpected surprise that threw me over the edge.

Jay staggered over to the bed and collapsed face down on it, which gave me the perfect opportunity to turn my ass right to the camera and rub that little bit of jizz into my asshole and pussy. Then I stood right in front of the window and looked down at the cameraman, winking before pulling the blinds closed.

I have no idea whether he came in his pants that day, and I don’t know if the video is online, but I’m smart enough to know that both are very likely.

 

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You bet your sweet ass: episode two

Erotic fiction inspired by Milena D in Spoglia

This follows on from episode one which was posted on this blog on November 27, 2016. The story so far: best friends Hayley and Marcia make a bet to see who can make a guy they pick up in a bar cum first. Flirty Marcia gets him to cum in his pants by grinding against him over the pool table, but sexy Hayley picks up the tale…

If you listen to Marcia talk, you’d think it was all her own work making our sexy cowboy lose his mojo. But what she failed to mention is that while she was handing out a free lap dance, Joe was checking out my rack the whole time. I lost that bet through sheer stupidity, trying to turn him on from the other side of the pool table. I thought I was just warming him up for my turn. How the hell was I to know he had a hair trigger down there?

It’s my own fault for wanting to fuck him – my mind wandered just a little bit too much as I was showing off my cleavage, imagining his hands down my panties and his lips around my nipples. So when my sweet assed friend gave him up, I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. Sure, he’d already cum, but I’ve never let a little thing like an orgasm stop me from getting what I want.

I followed Joe right into the men’s room and found him looking at himself in the mirror, exhaling a deep breath – Marcia’s ass had really taken it out of him.

“Oh, easy honey, this is the men’s washroom,” he said as I surprised him.

“I know it is, babycakes,” I smiled and stepped in close. Reaching down to his crotch, I cupped him gently and whispered in his ear, “You got something in here for me, honey?”

I bet I freaked his cowboy ass right out with that, but I wasn’t going to wait and find out. I pushed him into a stall and wrestled with his pants, unbuttoning them while he made some lame, half-assed protest.

“Oh, baby, did my friend get you all excited out there?” I teased, squatting in front of him and holding his cum covered cock in my hand. “Why don’t you let Hayley clean you up?”

Loverboy didn’t have much to say to that but by the way he was leaning back against the wall, I could tell he wasn’t protesting anymore. Most of his cum must have soaked into his underwear, but his cock was still slick with jism and by its thickness it looked like he hadn’t lost all of his hard-on just yet.

If I was going to get this southern hunk’s cock fully erect again, I’d need to go for it big time. I pulled his pants down his thighs and gently stroked his balls from underneath, keeping my eye on his cock but looking up into his eyes every now and again with my best come fuck me expression.

“Mmm,” I purred. “Looks good enough to eat. Can I suck it?”

“Hell, yeah…” he breathed.

With his balls still resting on my outstretched hand, I kept eye contact with Joe as I moved my face towards his prick. Mouth closed, I rubbed my face around his cock, murmuring my pleasure as his semen smeared over my chin and cheeks. I came to rest with his dick on my chin, millimeters from my sealed lips. Slowly, I opened my mouth just enough to let the tip of my tongue come out. I licked my lips, my tongue tracing faintly over the tip of his cock, tasting his salty cum.

Joe’s prick began to stiffen on my face, and I smiled as his cock grew up to my mouth, easing my lips open and letting his erection push past them and into my mouth. Still watching him, I opened my mouth wide and pushed my tongue out along the underside of his prick. Then I started to bob my head back and forth so that I could tap his balls with the tip of my tongue and he could feel his entire length sliding down my throat.

Now he had a hard-on that was worth fucking!

My mouth was full of the taste of his semen and my mind was full of filth. I stood up and gripped his prick tightly in my hand, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, making him taste his own cum.

With his lips pressed to my chest and his cock squashed between us, I whispered in his ear, “Turn me around, tear off my pants and fuck my ass, Joe. I want your prick in my ass and your fingers in my pussy.”

The guy didn’t need any more telling. He flipped me around immediately and tugged my pants down to my ankles. Once he had one leg out, he was up behind me, his eager prick nosing at my pussy like it was a landlord and it was rent day in pussy palace.

I had already turned myself on enough to take him deep inside and I reached behind me to guide him in, using his helmet to split open my pussy lips and tease my clit before I shoved back hard against him, his dick plunging balls deep.

When he was wet with my juices, I took his cock out and looked over my shoulder at him as I helped him into my ass. Once I had his tip in me, I let go of that fat cock and braced myself against the door.

“Now fuck that big prick of yours all the way inside,” I said.

Joe grabbed my hips, his thumbs digging into me and pulling me wide apart. Then he thrust himself hard into me, his balls banging against my pussy. Damn, that made me horny!

“Finger my pussy,” I moaned, lifting one leg up against the wall. Joe’s fingers felt around my inner thigh until they reached my wet pussy and he pushed three fingers up me. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Can you feel your cock? Can you feel it inside my ass? Fuck me, Joe. Fuck my ass!”

I was making myself hot just as much as he was, my filthy slut side in full effect; and I was driving him crazy too. Before too long I could feel him tensing, ready to blow.

“Cum in your hand and let it run into my pussy,” I cried, and that was all it took to send him over the edge. He yanked his cock from my asshole and jammed it up against his hand, the tips of his fingers still in my hole, holding me open, as he shot wads of cum into his palm.

He took his fingers out of me and rubbed them against my clit, spreading my pussy lips wide, his hot spunk coating my pussy. Man, when he slipped his slick thumb up my ass, I lost all control and came like a crazy woman. Hell knows what I was saying, but it was loud!

And that’s how I left him, standing in the washroom, his pants around his ankles, his underwear full of cum and his hand slick with fresh spunk.

I’d lost the bet, but I’d got a damn good fucking, one that I’ve often looked back on fondly, usually with a finger in my pussy and a thumb up my ass.

 

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You bet your sweet ass...

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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My best friend’s beautiful breasts

Erotic fiction inspired by Sybil A in “Internal Nature”

“I wonder how many of the cast will end up blind drunk tonight?” I said to Eva, who’d been my best girlfriend for years and was now making her way as a smalltime casting agent in Hollywood. She’d just hired me as her assistant.

“Plenty,” she replied. “But you know we’re going for the sex, not the booze – right?”

I nodded and winked. We were going to a wrap party at an uptown hotel and were both dressed to thrill. I wore a slinky black satin dress with sheer black stockings and my highest spike heels. Eva wore a gorgeous silk number that clung to her curves and made her big breasts bulge provocatively. It was split down one side and the lacy tops of her white stockings were clearly visible.

I’ve never had the pleasure of sex with another woman, but seeing Eva adjusting her delicious cleavage and smoothing her dress down over her rounded hips gave me the most lascivious thoughts. She must’ve read my mind, because she pinched my ass on the way out to the cab.

I have to admit, the party was pretty boring, but at least the champagne was free; and by the way Eva was flirting with anyone in pants and introducing me to all the hot guys, I figured we’d both get laid by the end of the night.

Suddenly Eva beckoned me over and introduced me to Pete (I’ve changed all names to protect the guilty, of course!), an actor renowned for bedding his female co-stars.

“Pleased to meet you, Carla,” he said, undressing me with his eyes, and I felt a quiver of lust course through my pussy as his warm hand lingered in mine.

Contrary to her earlier warning, Eva was quite tipsy by now and began to get more and more outrageous – constantly cupping her huge boobs and brushing them up against Pete. Soon they were all over each other, Pete’s tongue pushing into Eva’s mouth as she groped his crotch in full view of everyone. To be honest I was feeling left out and was just about to leave to find my own action when Eva’s arm snaked around me and she whispered in my ear.

“Pete reckons he can show us both a good time,” she said seductively. Sounded like a great plan to me. As we walked along the hotel corridor to Pete’s room, he made it obvious that he was hot for me too, by grabbing and fondling my ass. The thought of what was to come made my pussy juice up expectantly.

Eva dragged the stumbling actor through the door and immediately began to slide her dress down off her shoulders. Having closed the door I turned to see Pete grab Eva’s exposed tits. He squeezed one and sucked frantically on the other, his noisy slurping competing in volume with the ecstatic moans coming from Eva. Not wishing to be left out, I deftly released Pete’s zipper and slid his pants to the floor, my hand tightening over the sizeable bulge in his boxers.

I squeezed his cock and felt it grow even stiffer between my fingers, as he pushed Eva down onto the table and yanked her dress up to her waist, revealing her stocking tops and the complete absence of panties. I felt his boner throb with approval as he slid a finger up past one of Eva’s stockings until it rested at the entrance to her wet cunt.

With one hand I felt for my own pussy, tugged down my panties and slipped a finger inside its slippery softness, sighing with pleasure as waves of lust washed over me. The sight of Eva, legs spread wide with Pete’s fingers probing her wet hole while he sucked her beautiful breasts, soon had me on the verge of orgasm. I rubbed my clit hard and fast as I jerked Pete off steadily, keeping him on the boil but not wanting to get him off too quickly.

Pete suddenly stopped slobbering over Eva’s boobs, turned around and pulled me to him. His hot tongue pushed into my mouth and his hands slid inside my top until they completely encompassed my breasts. He pinched my nipples roughly, and I felt his rigid cock jut against my crotch.

I gasped as something soft and wet tickled the inside of my thigh and moved upward. Eva was licking her way toward my pussy. I spread my legs and her tongue pushed between my lips and into my dripping honey hole. She lapped at me energetically, her squirming tongue stroking every sensitive point and driving me wild. My entire body shook as Pete’s firm grasp on my breasts and Eva’s silky tongue pushed me over the edge and I came, grinding against her mouth.

Still shaking, I prized myself away from Eva and Pete and slid to the floor to get my breath back. As I lay there, I watched Pete lift Eva back onto the table and position his twitching rod between her splayed legs. I felt insanely aroused all over again as he prodded it impatiently against Eva’s hairless slit. He inserted the tip and then with a thrust of his hips he effortlessly buried the entire length of it deep in her squelching pussy. He began to screw her rhythmically, pulling out of her almost completely before pistoning back inside her, again and again. As I watched him thrust away while Eva, with her eyes closed and head back, tugged hard on her nipples, I knew exactly what needed to be done.

I got up and clamped my mouth onto one of her jiggling breasts. I moved her hands away and replaced them with my own, squeezing one while I sucked the other, flicking and pinching her hard nipples with my tongue and fingers. Eva responded by searching out my pussy and stroking my lust-swollen clit. The sight of our little show and our moans of pleasure, along with the sensation of sliding in and out of Eva’s slick snatch, pushed Pete to his limit, and his strokes began to speed up.

“Shoot on her tits!” I gasped.

With a loud groan, Pete pulled his dick from Eva’s pussy and unleashed a salvo of jizz all over her bouncing boobs. Each throb of his rod caused another stream of the sticky stuff to squirt out, until Eva’s breasts were completely splattered.

As I rubbed it into her skin, I said, “Well I may be a novice in the world of showbiz, but I’m sure going to enjoy discovering more of the ins and outs.”

Eva was giggling too hard to reply.

 

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Coffee with cream

Erotic fiction inspired by Bethany Benz in "Tea and Coffee"

“How d’you take your coffee, babe?” asked Melissa.

“Black, strong and sweet, please,” answered Natalia. “Like my women.”

Both girls laughed. They had been working together for a while, and constantly flirted with each other. Melissa had taken a chance on inviting Natalia over, hoping she’d correctly interpreted the signs that her friend felt the same way she did. Now she had a strong feeling she’d been right.

Their eyes met and Natalia sidled up behind her. “Forget the coffee. There’s something else I’d rather taste right now.” She leaned in and kissed Melissa’s neck gently. It was like lighting a fuse. Their mutual attraction couldn’t be denied for a moment longer.

Natalia squeezed up against Melissa, pressing her firm breasts into her back. They both giggled and Natalia snuck a hand up Melissa’s thigh. When she didn’t protest, Natalia moved it up between her legs to see if she was already wet. She was.

Melissa turned around, held Natalia’s head in her hands and kissed her. As their tongues intertwined, Natalia slid her hand back up Melissa’s skirt and started to stroke her pussy through her skimpy, sodden panties.

“I want to see you naked,” she purred. “I want to touch you all over…”

“The feeling’s mutual,” Melissa smiled. “I’m not doing it on the kitchen floor, though. Shall we move it somewhere more comfortable?”

Natalia agreed readily, and Melissa led her to the bedroom. They undressed eagerly, kissing and caressing each other the whole time. Melissa lay back on the bed; Natalia slid between her spread legs and went to work on her magnificent breasts, groping them hard and sucking the nipples. When Melissa was arching her back with pleasure, Natalia kissed her way south. As soon as Natalia’s tongue made contact with her labia, Melissa raised her ass off the bed to meet it. Her pussy was dripping juice. Natalia licked and fingered Melissa's pierced clit and creamy hole until she was squirming and gasping with pleasure.

“That feels amazing,” Melissa moaned. “I need to get fucked though!” She reached into her nightstand and pulled out a dildo.

“It’s huge!” Natalia giggled. “You’re certainly wet enough to take it though.”

She grabbed the dildo and stroked it against Melissa’s soaked slit, lubing it up. When it was shiny with juice, she started nudging it deeper. Melissa’s pussy spread open around it, swallowing the bulbous head. She let out a long, deep groan, which rose in volume as Natalia slid the dildo all the way inside her, until its mock ballsack rested against her puffy labia. She waited a moment to let Melissa adjust to the hefty girth stretching her open, and then started easing it in and out.

When Melissa had relaxed enough that Natalia was able to fuck her a little faster and harder, she swung around to sit on Melissa’s face. She ground her smooth pussy against Melissa’s luscious mouth, working the dildo in and out of Melissa’s saturated snatch at an angle that allowed her to simultaneously flick her tongue against her clit.

“Damn, your pussy tastes sweet,” Natalia murmured.

Melissa couldn’t respond, not only because she had a mouthful of Natalia’s pussy, but also because she was on the verge of orgasm. As her legs started to quiver, Natalia increased the speed and power of her thrusts. Melissa let out a muffled groan, and Natalia pushed the dildo all the way inside her and held it there. Melissa’s hips bucked uncontrollably, and she howled into Natalia’s pussy as she clenched and spasmed around the big dong.

When she finally started to calm, Natalia withdrew the dildo slowly, watching as Melissa’s come juice dribbled out of her puffy, butterflied pussy. Only for a moment though, before she dived in and started lapping at the sweet nectar. Melissa came again before she let up her skillful tonguing.

“I want to fuck you too,” Melissa said. “I have something you might like…” She fished around in the nightstand again and pulled out a big red-double ender. Natalia’s eyes widened, but she nodded her assent with a smile of anticipation.

Melissa slid one end of the double-ender between Natalia’s plump pussy lips until it was a few inches inside her, then started stirring it in a circular motion. Natalia immediately hit the roof.

“Oh yes!” she gasped. “That feels so…” But she was unable to finish her sentence as Melissa started thrusting the toy into her, going a little deeper with each stroke. When she was crying out her pleasure with each thrust, Melissa eased the other end of the dildo into her own creamed-up cunt, wriggling herself down its shaft until there was only just about enough of it protruding between their pussies to hold onto. She started rocking her hips rhythmically, driving the toy deeper inside Natalia’s pussy, then deeper into her own. Natalia leaned back, humping against Melissa, their legs entwined and their juice mingling as it tricked down the toy.

Their excitement grew, both pussies alternately gripping and sliding on the cream-slick dong, their moans and gasps blending as they squirmed and shook. Natalia felt the telltale pressure of her orgasm rising within her. She tipped forward so her clit rubbed against the slick dildo, grasping Melissa’s hands for balance. But Melissa beat her to it, her body suddenly starting to thrash as her climax swept over her. Natalia held the dildo steady with one hand, the other still clinging on to Melissa, and bucked her hips rapidly until she started coming too.

The girls sank down onto the bed as their mutual orgasm gradually subsided, their juices oozing out around the double-ender, to pool on the cover beneath them.

Natalia was the first to speak. “So, about that coffee… how do you take yours?”

 “White, strong and sweet, please,” answered Melissa. “Like my women.”

 

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Upskirt flasher knows just what she wants!

Erotic fiction inspired by Alecto in "Waves of Blue"

Admit it, getting an unexpected glimpse up a hot babe’s skirt in public is an instant turn on. Well let me tell you about how a recent upskirt experience led to me getting the most surprising sex of my life.

I was in Santa Monica having won an all expenses paid trip for exceeding my sales target, and not being a great sun lover decided to spend my first afternoon sinking a few beers in an air conditioned watering-hole. The place was pretty much deserted because it was the kind of scorching hot day that packs beaches not bars, which suited me just fine – especially as the bar worker was a beautiful brunette named Lydia, who had a body to die for.

I ordered a beer, but before Lydia poured it she bent over and reached down to get something off one of the lower shelves. As she did so the shortness of her skirt meant that I was able to catch a very quick glimpse of her panties. When she stood up Lydia seemed unaware that she’d just given me an eyeful, and poured my drink.

I sat at the bar reading a book, but didn’t really pay much attention to the words as I was preoccupied with the possibility of catching more of Lydia’s upskirt action. I didn’t have to wait long. I swear it was less than five minutes before she bent down again, this time for longer. Her panties were so tight you could see every contour of her pussy. It was all I could do to stop myself gasping out loud, and my cock started to stiffen in my pants. By the fourth time Lydia performed her little upskirt show, her panties had developed a distinctly wet patch on them. I swear, it was becoming more than I could take, but I wasn’t about to start complaining.

Lydia and I started chatting, and for the next couple of hours we talked about anything and everything, but to me it all seemed tinged with an undercurrent of sexual heat – or did I imagine that because of the upskirt flashes?

Suddenly, half a dozen guys stumbled into the bar. To say they were loud was an understatement. I knew immediately that whatever had been going on between me and Lydia would end; what I didn’t expect was that my supposition about our conversation would prove correct.

As the guys gathered in a booth at the far end of the bar and argued about whose round it was, Lydia stepped back, turned around and bent forward. Her skirt rode up, she slid a hand between her slightly parted legs and pulled her panties aside to expose her plump lipped, shaven pussy. The flash lasted no more than a couple of seconds, but it was enough to give me instant wood.

When she stood back up, Lydia smiled and said, “Do you want to come back later, after I’ve closed the bar?”

I managed to keep my cool and replied, “You know it… around midnight?” She nodded and winked, and I left, hiding my hard-on behind my book.

As arranged, I bowled up to the bar at midnight. The door was locked, so I knocked and waited. By the time Lydia came and unlocked it, my cock was already starting to get hard again. Once I was inside, I figured we’d start with a drink, but no. Lydia was a few steps in front of me when she dropped the bar towel she was carrying. When she bent down to retrieve it her skirt rode up, as it had done all afternoon, but this time, to my utter delight, she wasn’t wearing panties. It was only a teasing glimpse though. She stood straight back up and immediately took control.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to do since the first time I saw you,” she purred.

“Oh yeah,” I replied. “What’s that?”

“This,” she said, and knelt down in front of me, unzipped my pants and pulled them down around my ankles. She took out my rock hard cock and slid it between her lips and halfway down her throat. Despite my not being big into blowjobs, based on the fact that whenever I’d had them in the past they’d proved unsatisfactory, Lydia sure knew what she was doing. She worked around my cockhead with her tongue, her pace accelerating as she rocked her head back and forth.

With just her lips around my tip, she stopped, looked up and winked at me. I took her gesture as an invitation to take over. So I gripped her head and started thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth, slowly so as not to make her gag. That wasn’t exactly what Lydia wanted though, and she proved it by unexpectedly grabbing my ass cheeks and yanking me hard against her face, forcing my cock deep down her throat. I did what was evidently expected of me and started slamming away relentlessly. As I did so, I glanced down and saw that Lydia had one hand under her skirt and was frigging her pussy like crazy. She loved the cock, that’s for sure, and I was happy to oblige her with mine.

I felt myself nearing boiling point and my thighs started to tremble slightly. Lydia knew instantly what that meant and she was having none of it. Unfortunately, I was closer to coming than she thought, and as she was pulling her head off my cock I unloaded into her mouth. Lydia spluttered but swallowed.

“That better not be all you’ve got,” she said, wiping a few stray specks of jizz from her lips with the back of her hand. She led me into the back room where there was a sofa, bent over one end of it with her skirt hiked up around her waist and pointed at her pussy.

I dived straight in and ran the tip of my tongue up and down her super wet slit, before driving it deep inside. I gripped her ass cheeks with both hands and pulled her hard against my face, slurping down her sex juice and exploring every fold of her pussy flesh.

“That feels awesome, “Lydia said with a long drawn out sigh. “But I want your cock inside me, and I want it now!” Luckily I was hard again even though I’d just come, because she tasted so good. As I lined up the head of my cock with her soaked snatch, she reached a hand behind her, grabbed my shaft and started rubbing it harshly against her clit. I groaned loudly, louder when she guided it inside her. When she had me about halfway inside her welcoming slot, she stopped – then slammed back hard onto me, driving me inside her to the hilt. Her wet pussy walls gripped me tightly as she thrust herself on and off my bone, and I closed my eyes drowning in ecstasy.

Suddenly I sensed that Lydia was doing more than just screwing me senseless. When I opened my eyes I saw that she was rummaging around in her bag. She pulled out a sizeable dildo and thrust it at me. “Use your imagination!” she grinned.

With my cock wedged deep inside Lydia’s pussy, I spat several times on the end of the dildo – which was of the realistic cock and balls variety – and gently rubbed the tip of it against her asshole. She wriggled her rear and gasped, “Quit fooling around and give it to me – hard!”

I’d never been with someone as dominant as Lydia, but I was sure as hell enjoying every moment of it, and bent to her every demand. I pulled back the dildo and dribbled more saliva onto the puckered entrance of her ass.

“What you waiting for!” she yelled. I pushed the tip of the dildo into her ass and she let out a long sigh of pure joy, so I rammed it inside her until the fake balls slammed against her ass cheeks and held it there. With one hand holding the dildo in place and the other gripping her ass, I pummeled her dripping wet pussy with my cock – hard, fast, and deep.

Lydia evidently loved double penetration, because her body started shaking uncontrollably and I could feel her pussy muscles clenching and unclenching around my thrusting shaft.

“Yes! Yes!” she howled. “Oh yes, give it to me! Just like that!” The moment her orgasm kicked in, so did mine. I pulled out quickly, and as my cock exited Lydia’s cunt she squirted juice all over my thighs, in unison with my unleashing my load all over the back of her blouse.

Lydia collapsed face down on the sofa with the dildo still wedged firmly in her ass. After a few moments she looked over her shoulder at me, grinned, and said, “Guess who gets free drinks for the rest of his vacation?”

 

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Meeting Albina: a tale of youthful lust

Erotic fiction inspired by Alex Grey

Albina called me last week, out of the blue.

“This is Grayg?” she asked in her husky Russian accent.

I got weak at the knees, recognizing her voice at once. Albina was a frontliner for a pro volleyball team. They were in town for a game, but how did she know me? I had only seen her on TV.

“Sure, this is Greg. How did you get my number?”

“Snejanna is my friend. I am Albina. We talk. I say I'm in Seattle this week, and she tells me to call you, okay?”

I knew Snejanna. She’s a hot Russian girl who hangs out in some of the same bars and clubs I do. A very happy, very dirty girl. I spent a long afternoon sodomizing her perky asshole a year ago. A great memory.

“So what can I do for you, Albina?”

“Grayg. I am in town now. I need a man to be with, to show me around, and Snejanna tells me you are nice, no? Also a very special man, she says. Who knows what she likes… yes?”

What did that mean? “Albina, I do styling for models... but you are an athlete, right? You play volleyball… Do you want to move into modeling?”

“Maybe, I tell you when I see you. Want me to come see you?”

How could I resist? I invited her over to my place that afternoon. The truth was I had a crush on her. I'd seen her play and she was ferocious. They’d loft her those sets on the left side and she’d rise up and snap those praying mantis arms out and send spikes down from mid air; legs out straight from the waist with effort, and absolutely crushing blocks and defenders. She was a major talent and also a beautiful dream in a very long and tall sort of way. My pants were getting tight just thinking about her in her skintight mini-shorts and t-shirt.

I met her outside in the sun; she walked up to me looking like a sunshine daydream in tight slacks and a blouse. Wedge sandals made her as tall as me. She looked me straight in the eyes, grinned and kissed me long and deep.

“That is from Snejanna, okay? She says to tell you hi.”

“Uh okay… Hi to Snejanna. Come right in, Albina.” I could taste her on my lips.

“Sure Snejanna was right, Grayg, you are a big guy. Good. Very nice. Very tall.”

We sat on the screen porch and I poured her some wine. I asked if she wanted to quit volleyball and take up modeling. She told me no; she enjoyed playing.

“I was MVP this year,” she said, like it was nothing. “But I did some small modeling jobs and I liked that too. Snejanna said you are professional and you will tell me if I look good enough. What do you think?”

She was pretty enough, for sure, and I told her so. She blushed, suddenly looking cute and much less sophisticated.

“I think maybe you need to see a little bit more, to be sure?” Now it was my turn to blush, taken aback. She didn’t give me a chance to respond before she continued, “I will take a shower first…”

I led her to my photo studio, and told her we could take some test shots after she showered. She grinned when she saw the massage table.

“You can give me massage first, then photos!” she said. I wasn’t going to argue. I gave her a towel and a robe, and waited impatiently as she showered, wondering what the hell I was getting myself into. She came out and leaned against the wall, the robe hanging open. Her nipples stood out hard from her cute little breasts. Her body was tall, firm and athletic.

She was also a handful. She made a point to slide her butt between me and the table, and gave me a good grind and a smile. Down on the table, naked, she was a whole lot of girl. My eyes were glued to her buns, which were perfectly, smooth, tight and round and led to long, tapering, strong thighs. She had a beautiful back. I smoothed the oil on and she moaned and pushed her ass up when I pushed down, relaxing and spreading her cheeks apart with her hands so I could see everything.

“Grayg, my friend Snejanna told me you licked her ass real good. Look at my ass. Do you like it?”

I got real close. Her ass was spread open, glistening with oil. It was obvious she’d been playing with it in the shower. I felt lightheaded with lust.

“Albina, you are a very bad girl,” I croaked. She grinned at me, so I spanked her. I spanked her hard. She gasped and licked her lips. I pulled her cheeks open and leaned in, savoring the aroma of fresh girl. My boner was growing. I licked her ass, pushing with my lips and rolling my tongue until it loosened a little, then plunging my tongue inside and fucking her ass with it. My hands were holding up the points of her hipbones, my whiskery face rubbing between her smooth little cheeks. After a while her anus was gaping open so I could push my tongue right in.

I pulled off my pants and climbed up on the table behind her, my knees pushing her legs apart, hands on the table over her shoulders and her ass spread wide.

“Are you going to be a good girl now, Albina?”

“Oh no, never!” she laughed.

She gasped when I slid my penis in, her little round cheeks flushed and shining from her spanking. I am moderately long but very thick and it was difficult to enter completely. Now I knew what Albina wanted, I gave it to her hard, grinding into her sweet little butt deeper with each long thrust. She had me stiff and hot and throbbing deep inside her. Fucking her ass felt so great I had to hold back while I slammed her hard, my ballsack slapping on her pussy. Eventually she started whispering in Russian and then gasping and crying out while her anus contracted hard in fast little jerks around my shaft. I relaxed and let it go, my hips slamming her hard, involuntarily, as I filled her with sticky cream.

“Come on old man, you need a shower!” With one hand wrapped around my boner she led me into the bathroom. “You stink like goat!” She handed me her glass of wine and a little blue pill. “Take this, Grayg. You are going to need it.”

“What the hell are you doing with an old guy like me, Albina?” I just had to ask. “How old are you anyway? Don’t you have a nice boyfriend?”

“Lot of questions, Grayg! I am nineteen. No boyfriend. Guys my age are scared of me! I like men, not boys. Old men like you! Besides, old guys are tough and you fuck like goat too!”

She kissed me. Her lips were so soft I couldn’t stop. I spun her around and knelt so my face was level with her bottom. I licked her anus and licked it more until it was nice and clean and all my semen was gone. We showered and dried off.

“Let’s take those pictures, Albina,” I suggested.

“Let’s make a video instead,” she countered. “Maybe video is more fun for me, right? I like to fuck more than I like to pose for pictures…. Okay, no more talking.” She touched her pussy. “Down here I am getting lonely…”

 

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Tan lines and temptation

Erotic fiction inspired by Nika O

I recently went on a training course, which meant I had to stay in a hotel for a few days. It was interesting to meet people who worked for our other offices, especially Lori, one of the girls lecturing on the course – to say she turned me on would be an understatement. From the moment Lori and I started chatting, I could feel my pussy getting wet, especially when she looked at me with her piercing green eyes. It got even worse when she leaned down to adjust the strap of her shoe, the neckline of her blouse pulling open just enough to give me a flash of tan line. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

A couple of evenings into the course, we were having a drink in the hotel bar together when I was suddenly hit by an incredible wave of lust. I didn’t feel comfortable making a play for Lori, so I made a rapid excuse to go up to my room – where I spent half the night fingering myself thinking about her. Several orgasms later my body was tingling so much it was impossible to sleep, so I was wide awake when the phone rang.

It was Lori. “I can’t sleep,” she purred down the line. “I’ve been thinking about how much I want to be with you, how much I want to… you know.”

Surprised, but oh so happy to hear Lori’s admission, I said, “I too have a confession.”

“What might that be?” she replied, and I imagined she was smiling when she said it.

“I’ve been frigging myself silly thinking about you,” I replied.

“Well…” she drawled, “I was doing the same thinking about you, when I decided that my bed’s too big for one person, and I’d love you to join me.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but managed to compose myself enough to ask her room number. A moment later, wearing just a bathrobe, I knocked gently on Lori’s door. She opened it wearing sexy black and white lingerie. She took my hand and pulled me into the room, then pushed me against the wall and started kissing me voraciously, tugging my robe open. The feeling of her warm body against mine was incredible.

Lori grabbed my hand and guided it between her legs, inside her panties, until just the tips of my fingers slipped into her sodden slit.

“This is how wet you make me,” she whispered as we backed towards the bed.

We sank down onto the white sheets, and I took my time removing Lori’s underwear, enjoying the sight of her beautiful body. Her tan lines accentuated her perky breasts, and her nipples got really hard as I gently pinched and sucked them. Lori sighed with pleasure, gasping as I pulled off her panties and let my fingers trail down to her smooth pussy, sliding between the folds and occasionally lingering on her clit and rubbing it. As I went a little harder and faster, she spread her legs wide, juice dribbling out of her slot and coating my fingers.

“Lick me, eat me – now!” she begged. Her back was arched and she was fondling her own breasts, tugging hard on her nipples. I lowered my head and parted her pussy with eager fingers so I could indulge myself in the flesh flower that bloomed before me. At first I teased with the tip of my tongue, dipping it rapidly in and out like a hummingbird. But Lori tasted so good I couldn’t resist pushing deeper inside her hotness, licking furiously and lapping up her cream.

Lori started shaking uncontrollably, her legs scissoring around my head. As she hit boiling point and her orgasm kicked in, she was shrieking out her pleasure, and I put my hand over her mouth to stifle her, for fear of waking our colleagues in the adjoining rooms.

She came hard and went limp beneath me, drained – but not for long. Still panting, she rolled me onto my back, straddling me and rubbing her body against mine, stroking me all over with her hard nipples. I shuddered with excitement, reaching down between my legs to palm my clit. Lori slapped my hand away so she could use her own.

I splayed my legs and held them high at the ankles, and Lori dived between my legs and started teasing my clit with her tongue, before plunging it deep inside my sticky, pink slit. The way she wormed her tongue around inside me made my head spin, and overwhelming pleasure flooded my body. It wasn’t long before I was on the verge of orgasm, and I gripped the sheets as I thrashed around beneath Lori.

I was just about to come when she flipped me over onto my front and started rubbing her juiced-up fingers over my ass cheeks. She dipped them back inside my pussy for a moment, then slid one inside my tight, puckered asshole. With fingers in my pussy and ass and her other hand rubbing my clit, Lori made me come harder than I ever had before in my life. I thought I would pass out from the intensity.

After we’d both calmed down, we had a very late nightcap and I went back to my room. Needless to say, neither of us had any trouble sleeping after such vigorous sex. I struggled not to look too much like the cat that got the cream when I joined my colleagues for breakfast the next morning…

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Private graduation party

Erotic fiction inspired by Cira Nerri

The graduation ceremony was about to begin as I sat down in my designated seat in the back row. I was thinking how I wouldn’t miss going to class, but would definitely miss being around the babes, when the girl sitting next to me turned around and said hello. It took me a moment before I realized it was my lab partner of the last four years, who, with the aid of a makeover, had transformed from studious geek to knockout goddess.

“Hey,” I replied, in disbelief. I wanted to say more, but froze up every time I tried.

Halfway through the roll call she leaned over and whispered, “Do you like my new look? I did it for you, you know.” I was speechless. Even more so when she added, “This is a thank you for helping me get through biology,” grabbed my hand and slid it under her gown.

As she pushed my hand between her open legs I realized she wasn’t wearing panties and was already wet. I got an instant boner, and as she stroked it through my pants I smiled, knowing that my fellow graduates were completely unaware of what was going on.

Moments later our names were called. Panic stricken, I worried that everyone would see my full-on erection as I walked across the stage. The girl had a wet spot on her gown, but it didn’t seem to bother her; something she reiterated when we threw our caps triumphantly in the air at the close of the ceremony and she flashed me – her boobs defying gravity with their perkiness.

My new best friend pulled me towards her and said, “You’re coming back to my place, right now.” I nodded, and we were out of there in a flash.

Back at her apartment, the moment we were through the door she whipped my cock out of my pants. Her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head as she exclaimed, “OMG… I never imagined it would be so big!” She dropped to her knees, thrust it eagerly into her mouth and sucked on it sloppily.

I groaned with frustration when she stopped, but before I got a chance to ask her why, she started tearing off her clothes – so I did the same. Once we were both naked she resumed what she was doing. She gave great head, taking my cock balls deep in her mouth while she fingered her smooth-shaven pussy.

When she eventually came up for air, she gave the head of my cock such a super strong suck I thought I’d come right then and there – but thankfully I managed to hold back.

To my complete amazement she turned away, did a handstand up the wall, and giggled, “Eat me!” Without hesitation I grabbed her legs, buried my face between them and went to town. I was in kind of a bent-over position, which I guess could have been uncomfortable if she hadn’t taken my mind off it by wrapping her mouth around my cock again. As I chowed down I thrust my boner in and out of her mouth, and when I substituted two fingers for my tongue she started shaking uncontrollably, so I frigged her harder and faster until she came and sent the most amazing vibrations through my cock.

Fearing she might fall over, I pulled out, lowered her to the floor and knelt down beside her. She grabbed my throbbing boner and jerked it until I unleashed a massive load over her face. She smiled and said, “Don’t go thinking you’re done yet.”

My cock showed no sign of losing hardness as I watched her wipe her face and slurp up my come. “Ready?” she asked. I nodded my reply. She grabbed my cock and slid it between her tits, squeezing them around my shaft. I was in heaven.

She rolled over onto her front. Getting up on her knees, she wiggled her ass at me and said, “You choose, big boy.” Her tight little asshole looked so inviting. She moaned loudly as I bumped the head of my cock against it, louder as I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them slightly apart. But I was teasing her, and seconds later slammed straight into her pussy. As I thrust relentlessly in and out of her sopping wet slot, I reached around and started groping her boobs. I took her to boiling point and beyond in less than a minute.

With her pussy still clenching and unclenching on my shaft, I sucked on one of my fingers and jammed it in her ass. She yelped a little, then laughed and said, “I need more than a finger in there – use your cock!”

Naturally I complied. It was a struggle for a second or two, but once my cockhead had slipped inside, the shaft followed effortlessly. She moaned loudly and pushed back hard. The way she reacted showed she was no stranger to backdoor banging, and it wasn’t long before she managed to milk a second load out of me. I collapsed onto her back and lay there for a while.

When I eventually pulled out, she grabbed her cap off the floor and put it on her head, shouting, “We graduated! We graduated!” All I had the strength to do was smile, and nod my head.

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College rocks when you rock hard

Erotic fiction inspired by “Fantasies” starring Nasita

After a long jam session with some friends, I came home around 3am to find the slim silhouette of my new neighbor finishing a cigarette on her balcony. Noticing my guitar case, she requested a song before even introducing herself. Her voice was mousy and innocent sounding. Feeling confident, I invited her inside. As she stepped into the light, I realized this girl was a perfect ten. Long silky black hair, pale skin, a model face and a college co-ed body made this girl seem straight from heaven. I whipped out my acoustic guitar and sang a rock song. I surprised her with my singing and her jaw dropped. I could barely see the color of her eyes as her pupils dilated. She was in awe and I knew immediately that I could have her.

“Want to know what I’m good at? Let me show you…” she whispered in my ear, then walked past me into my bedroom. Her yoga pants showed off her perfect bubble butt as she walked.

Once I got to the bedroom, she grabbed me, kissed my neck and lightly caressed all around my cock, teasing me until I was harder than I had ever been before. She led me by my cock to the bed, and pushed me onto it so I could watch as she took off her pink haltertop to reveal her sexy black bra. As I lay on my back, she began to lick and slobber all over my dick, gripping the base and slowly stroking. Her booty in my face blocked the view but I could feel her covering every inch with saliva. I struggled to pull down her yoga pants, and she suddenly and forcefully shoved my entire cock down her throat. It was tighter than anything I’d ever experienced before; no girl has ever been able to take the whole thing that deep. The tip of my cock felt amazing as it thrust into her increasingly snug throat.

I noticed her black thong was soaked. I loved the view of her tight butthole partially covered. As I moved her panties to the side, which revealed a freshly shaved innie, strings of her pussy cream covered my fingers. She started to lick my balls every time she thrust down, and my legs were numb with pleasure. As my finger entered her, I began to wonder if my cock would even fit. I eventually got another finger in and started to increase my thrust and lick her clit. I curled my fingers a little and hit her G-spot. Within a second, she began to shake and I felt her pulsate as she came hard over and over again.

She told me it was my turn and I should stand up. She started to suck my cockhead stronger than I thought possible. I thought she would suck my load straight out of me as she swirled her tongue around the head.

“Fuck my throat until you come in it!” she said, gasping and smiling. Black mascara tears were running down her face as I gripped her head and shoved my cock deep into her throat over and over. I finally shoved her nose to my pubes. She licked my balls until she gagged as I exploded into her throat. She then sucked up all the remains until I was soft again. I felt like a rock star.

 

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Ass on the Menu

Erotic fiction inspired by Milla in “Spice of Life”

My friend Tom asked me if I’d pose for an erotic photography project he was working on. He knows I’m a bona fide exhibitionist, so naturally I said yes.

When I arrived at Tom’s apartment he led me into the kitchen, where I discovered he had an ulterior motive. After taking a few preliminary shots of me leaning across the counter top with my dress hitched up to reveal my panties, Tom asked, “Are you a fan of anal?”

While Tom and I have had sex several times in the past, I was still somewhat taken aback by his question. But, being the naughty little minx that I am, I humored him.

“On the rare occasions that I’ve indulged,” I purred, “I have enjoyed it very much.”

Teasingly, I pulled my panties to one side and stuck out my ass in Tom’s direction. Looking down it was obvious from the instant bulge in Tom’s pants that he approved of my answer and actions.

I walked over to him and grabbed his erection through his pants. Tom smiled, put his camera down and unzipped his pants. His cock was bigger than I remembered and for a split second I wondered if my ass could accommodate something that size.

“Get naked and assume the position,” he said. That was enough to convince me. I love being dominated. I did as he instructed, bending over a chair with my ass in the air, spreading my cheeks apart, offering myself to him. Feeling so exposed was a real turn on. When he didn’t move, I looked over my shoulder, to find him gazing at my ass with an anticipatory grin.

“Just enjoying the view,” he said. “Now, let’s get you lubed up.”

I was expecting him to go straight for my ass, but instead he slid a couple of fingers in my already dripping pussy, swiveling them around until I was shivering with arousal. When he slid them out of me they were coated with my juices, which he rubbed over the head and along the shaft of his cock. Then he grasped and spread my butt cheeks and I trembled with nervous lust. Suddenly I felt the warm wetness of his tongue slide down my crack and come to rest at the entrance to my ass.

“Stick it in me,” I moaned, thrusting my ass backwards into Tom’s face, relishing the tingles of pleasure that coursed through my body as his tongue slipped into my tight back tunnel and his mouth filled the gap between my cheeks. I ground my ass harder as he licked and sucked, tongue-fucking my ass until I was ready to take his cock.

I took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, relaxing my muscles as he lined his cock up against my spit-lubed pucker. He pushed steadily until my ass opened up to take the head of his cock – then drove it home so deep and hard his balls slapped my pussy lips. After the initial shock of having my ass filled to bursting point I relaxed into the rhythm of his humping and it started to feel really good.

Tom leaned around me and squeezed my boobs hard, at the same time slamming his cock up me to the hilt again and again. I felt so stretched, so full, so filthy. My whole body throbbed with excitement, waves radiating out from my clit as I rubbed myself, as well as the exquisite friction of his pistoning cock. When my orgasm hit, it seemed to engulf me from head to toe, blasting through me like an explosion.  

Rather than leaving me shattered, my climax seemed to have an invigorating effect, leaving me grinning and giggling on an incredible sexual high. Tom’s legs were still shaking from the force of my contractions around his shaft when I pushed him backwards so his cock slid out of my ass, then spun around and grabbed his shiny hard pole in both hands. I pointed it at my tits and jerked it vigorously, feeling it throb under my tight grip. I licked my lips and stared at him mischievously. Suddenly he yelped, stated shaking harder and unloaded a thick stream of the white stuff all over my breasts.

After we’d cleaned ourselves off, Tom asked, “Can we still take some photos?”

I looked at him and grinned. “Maybe later,” I said. “After you’ve taken me for dinner – I’m ravenous.”

 

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Remembering something very naughty I did!

Erotic fiction by Donna, inspired by Frida C

I like to walk in the countryside, replaying recent sexual conquests in my mind. Usually I will have to stop and touch myself before I make it home! Here’s what I was thinking about last time I went for a long walk…

I had planned to go on vacation with my best girlfriend, but she bailed at the last minute, so I went alone. I had no intention of spending my time alone though. My suitcase, full of high heels, seductive black lingerie and silk dresses, would see to that.

I was in the hotel elevator on the way up to my room, and just as the doors were about to close, I hit pay dirt. A super buff, really tall guy slipped through the doors just in time, so I asked which floor he was headed to.

“Seven, thanks,” he said, his eyes roaming down to my breasts, which were testing the fabric strength of my low-cut top. He could look all he liked, I didn’t mind one bit. My eyes were way ahead of his anyway, checking out the bulge in his tight pants and liking what I saw.

“I’m on seven too, so maybe we’ll see each other around?” I said as we exited the elevator and headed in opposite directions.

The guy casually said he’d like that, and I could feel his hungry eyes checking out the curves of my ass as I sashayed down the corridor to my room. Once inside, I took a shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and slid open the door to the balcony. At once I saw the guy from the elevator, this time dressed in a bathrobe, sitting on the balcony of the room opposite mine. I decided it was time to have some fun.

Stepping out onto the balcony, I dropped my towel to the floor and stood naked in the sun, water still glistening on my breasts, and trickling down my taut stomach to my pussy. I took the towel and started drying myself, ensuring that my boobs and ass were in full view. I looked over to see the guy watching with his hand on the balcony door handle, waiting for the smile and wave he knew was coming. When I did what he was expecting me to do, he opened his balcony door and disappeared inside his room.

Less than a minute later there was a knock at my door, which I answered naked. I was so horny that as the guy pushed past me into the room, I grabbed his robe, yanked it off and jumped up to wrap my legs around him. Why waste time with small talk? His groan as I slid onto his hard cock showed he agreed.

I locked lips with the stranger, rubbed my tits across his chest, and tightened my legs around his waist while he stood grabbing at my ass and driving his pole deep inside me. I clung to him and we moved as one squirming mass as he carried me across the room and dropped me down onto the bed. He pulled out of me and started eating my pussy. He dipped his tongue deep inside my dripping snatch while reaching up to knead my tits until my sex juice was soaking the sheets, and I was begging for more.

“Not just yet,” he said. “I want you to climb on top of me and frig yourself.”

“Absolutely,” I said. “But first…” Then I took a big mouthful of his cock, sliding my lips from the head down the shaft, greedily swallowing the tasty, salty pre-cum and flicking my tongue across his balls. When he was at boiling point I decided it was time to do as he’d asked. So I straddled him, moaning as I took him inside my slippery slit. It was a triple treat as I rode his cock, he tweaked my erect nipples and I slid a hand down to my clit, working myself into a frenzy.

“What’s your name?” the guy groaned as he watched me buck on top of him with my fingers working their magic on myself.

“Like you really care,” I whispered, nipping at his ear. I certainly didn’t care what his name was. I didn’t care about anything but the feeling of his cock inside me. We each started to shudder in the throes of a mutual orgasm, both of us shrieking as his hot load shot deep inside me.

So, that’s what I was thinking about last time I went for a stroll. I guess you can understand why I had to get naked and finger my pussy while I replayed every detail of what happened in my mind...

Many thanks to our member, Donna, for writing this story. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

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My Lesbian Initiation

Erotic fiction by Chloe, inspired by Leah Gotti

When I masturbate I like to imagine I’m with another woman. The sensations that course through me are quite something, as I fantasize that it’s another babe’s fingers drilling my sticky snatch, or that I’m part of a threesome and while one girl’s licking my pussy the other’s playing with my nipples. Some say that a fantasy loses its power if you ever make it a reality, but I can tell you that’s garbage; and here’s how I know…

I was with my best friend Joanne at the local juice bar when this stunning leggy blonde walked in. Evidently my face gave away the fact that I was bowled over by her, because Joanne poked me in the ribs and whispered, “You know what? I’ve had sex with her.”

“You’ve what?” I replied in utter amazement. “Since when did you sleep with women?”

Joanne simply winked, then called out to the blonde, “Hi Melanie, I want you to meet Chloe.”

“Well hey there, Chloe,” said Melanie, melting me with a super sexy smile as she approached our table.

“Don’t go getting any ideas, girlfriend,” Joanne told her. “Chloe’s as straight as the day is long.”

“Well sort of. That is, well, not completely…” I said, feeling my face flush pink. They both looked at me questioningly, so I confessed my masturbatory fantasy.

When I was through talking, Joanne looked at Melanie, who nodded and said, “How about we do something about that fantasy of yours?” I was too overwhelmed to speak, but answered with a grin of agreement.

Before long we were at Melanie’s apartment, Joanne and I sitting naked on the biggest bed I’d ever seen while our hostess dragged a wooden chest in front of us. She flipped the catch and as she pulled open its lid, she said, “Take your pick, ladies.”

I grabbed the biggest, thickest dildo in the box, because I believe that size does indeed matter. “Good choice,” said Melanie.

Joanne chose one of those sticks with beads molded onto it. As I gazed at it I wondered where it was going to end up, and it wasn’t long before I found out. “Well, you wanted to join the club, Chloe,” said Joanne, “so get on all fours and stick that sweet ass of yours up in the air!”

Having dreamed of this moment for ages, I was happy to comply. So there I was in doggy position, waiting for the fun to begin. Joanne came behind me and started flicking my clit with her fingers. It felt truly awesome especially when she started fingering my sopping wet pussy too. I was mid-swoon on a wave of ecstasy when Melanie appeared in front of me. Lying on her back, she pulled her pussy lips apart, saying, “Welcome to our world.”

Knowing exactly what she wanted, I dove straight in. With my snatch full of wiggling fingers, I stuck my tongue as far as it would stretch inside Melanie’s juicy pussy, and started flicking it back and forth. I’d never tasted any pussy except my own, from my fingers, before. It was delicious. She let her labia relax around my tongue, which I worked in and out of her slit. She groaned, I moaned, and Joanne said, “Hope you’re ready for this, babe.”

Of course I was ready, but no way was I going to stop eating Melanie out in order to answer Joanne. I did however have an inkling that she was talking about something involving the beaded stick. Suddenly I felt something cold and sticky on my asshole. It was definitely lube, because immediately afterward I felt the tip of the bead-stick being popped into my heinie hole.

The sensation was such a surprise that I momentarily stopped what I was doing. It soon began to feel really good though. I grabbed the huge dildo that I’d picked earlier, and bumped it up against Melanie’s shaven pussy. She got the message and spread her pussy wide for me. She was so wet her inner pinkness glistened and the dildo slid straight inside her.

“Do it hard, Chloe, really hard, really fast, and really deep!” Melanie begged me. So I did – every bit as hard as Joanne was pumping my ass with the bead-stick. Knowing I was mere moments away from coming, I began rubbing my clit rapidly. It was the final push I needed to tip me over the edge and headlong into a screaming orgasm – at the very instant that Melanie’s thighs started thrashing up and down on the bed as she too started to climax.

So that was my initiation into the art of girl on girl sex. Talk about jumping in at the deep end.

Many thanks to our member, Chloe, for writing this story. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

 

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Swinging

Erotic fiction inspired by Tess B in “Intimate”

I like to tell people I’m into swinging – and then when their eyes widen in surprise, I explain I’ve got a hammock in my backyard! It’s just my little joke. But actually, it’s a private joke too, because that hammock was the location of the best phone sex session of my life.

My ex-girlfriend called me one day while I was lying in the hammock, supposedly studying but actually just daydreaming. I hadn’t heard from her in a while as she’d been working abroad, and the sound of her sexy voice made me realize just how much I missed her.

I thought back to the last time I saw her. We’d licked each other in a sixty-nine for a long time, first me on top and then her; and then we’d rubbed our pussies together in scissors, grinding together until we were both soaked with a mixture of our juices, and exhausted from coming so much.

I couldn’t help it… I slid a hand into my white silk panties, and traced a finger along the groove of my pussy, feeling the cream already beginning to seep out. I wished it could be her stroking me, pushing her finger insistently between my lips to find my clit. I let out a little moan as my fingertip pressed down harder, sending a spark of sensation right through me.

“Tess, are you touching yourself right now?” she exclaimed suddenly, snapping me out of my daze.

“Ummm… no?” I stammered, feeling myself blush.

“Liar! You little slut! You so are… can’t keep your hands off your pussy for even a few days, can you?”

“It’s been more than a few days,” I protested weakly. “I miss you. I want you! Nobody makes me come like you do…”

I thought she might get mad; after all, we’d broken up because we’d agreed a long distance relationship would be no fun for either of us. So I was a little surprised – but very turned on – by the way she responded.

“Tell me how it feels, Tess,” she purred. “How wet is that pretty pussy getting?”

“My fingers are soaked,” I replied, truthfully. “My panties are all sticky, I’m taking them off.” It wasn’t easy wriggling out of them without falling out of the hammock, but I managed it. The movement set off a nice rocking motion that seemed to intensify the sensation caused by my fingers pushing deeper inside my hot hole. I rubbed my thumb over my clit as I started pumping my fingers in and out, matching the tempo to the rhythm of the swinging hammock.

“I’m fucking myself, nice and deep and slow,” I told my ex. “My pussy feels really hot and tight around my fingers even though I’m so wet…”

“How many fingers?”

“Two.”

“Add another,” she told me. “I want to hear you moan as you’re stretched open. Let me hear how good it feels, baby.”

I did as she said, moaning because it felt so good, and also because it turned me on so much to know she was listening. My pussy felt sensitive, spread wide by my plunging fingers, pulses of pleasure radiating out. Slippery lubrication coated my fingers and trickled down into my ass crack. My thighs were twitching, my stomach tightening up – a sure sign that I was getting close to coming.

“Oh… I’m gonna… oh…” I gasped, struggling to form words as the waves of sensation started to overwhelm me.

“Harder!” she ordered me. “Fuck yourself harder for me, Tess! Wanna hear you lose it…”

Her words, and her lustful tone of voice, sent me into a frenzy. Dropping my phone on my chest, I spread myself wider open with one hand, my thumb strumming my clit frantically as I crammed a fourth finger into my saturated cunt. My hips bucked as I rode them hard, chasing the sensation until my orgasm hit me like a sledgehammer. I shrieked with pleasure, my thrashing sending the hammock rocking crazily, pleasure coming in wave after wave. Each twitch of my fingers seemed to set off another fresh explosion within me. It seemed like minutes before I was able to catch my breath and retrieve my phone with slippery fingers.

Just at that moment, my screen lit up with a text message – a photo of my ex, with her skirt up around her waist, no panties, and her fingers spreading her pussy open for the camera. The phone call went on for quite a while longer after that…

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

 

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