Okay authors, Trick or treat

[lovecraft68]

Okay, so obviously this is my favorite time of year (although I still hold true that it's amateur night) And I am in an exceptionally good mood, and I think some trick or treating is in order.

So not much we can pull off for tricks around here, but we can have some treats. I was surfing the AH threads and started thinking "What is it we do here?"

Well on the forums, we gripe, argue, occasionally ask advice, and more than occasionally act like the kid brother of the GB.

But what do we do on Literotica Proper? Well we write smut! It is the tie that binds us(BDSM pun intended). So on that note I thought it would be fun to do some trick or treating and each of us toss out a treat.

Basically I want everyone to post some smut. Not an entire story-this means you Freddie!- but a paragraph or a few paragraphs of something dirty.

Could be from something you posted here, or something you're currently working on. Hell it could be off the top of your head. But give us something hot.

Erotic or hardcore, doesn't matter as long as it is sexy. Make it something you feel is indicative of your style.

Bottom line, show us why you're here.

Couple of rules now. No full stories, and no critiquing. This is for fun. No commenting on comma's, misspellings, or misuse of words. No making fun of subject matter or dialogue(this is aimed at me, nothing drives me crazier than dialogue like "oh baby, oh baby, oh!"

Complimenting each other is certainly within the rules, but no trolling! If you have nothing nice to say don't say it! And anything goes, Straight, gay, group, incest, whatever you want to post-again no ragging on the author's category of choice.

So let's go author's do your thing.

 

[lovecraft68]

Yes, I am going to lead off, but not in the same post.

I will spare you, my mother/son brother/sister taboo work and toss out the opening paragraphs of Breaking of Allison. Wrote the original version a year and a half ago and recently tweaked it. This was my first attempt at BDSM.

Lying in the oppressive heat of the room, her arms chained to the massive four poster bed, Allison let out a low moan. She felt the silver bullet pressing against her clit begin vibrating again. Squeezing her legs together even tighter, she pushed her hips off the bed, desperately straining to cum.
“Oh, please,” she whimpered, knowing she sounded pathetic, but unable to help herself.
She tried to work her thighs up and down to no avail. Her legs were tied together at the knees so tightly; she couldn’t budge them at all. She gasped. However, as she began to feel the first welcome twinges of orgasm flow through her loins, her thighs started to quiver and she arched her back, wincing, as this caused the chains attached to the nipple clamps to pull tighter. Oh, yes! she thought. Despite the added pain, the vibrator was lasting longer and she was going to…
The vibrator stopped.
“Oh, no!” Allison moaned, pumping her hips in vain.
Finally, she gave up, slumping back into the bed. How long had she been left alone like this? That was at least the fifth time the vibrator had gone off. How long in between, fifteen minutes each? She’d lost all track of time. She swallowed hard; her throat was as dry as a bone, unlike the sweat-soaked sheets beneath her. The temperature in the room was close to a hundred degrees.
She pulled against the manacles that were holding her wrists, hoping the sweat would give her enough play to slide up a little. All this did was cause her shoulders to hurt more. At this point, the aching in her shoulders was in perfect time to the throbbing sensation in her ass. She’d been spanked so badly, she could still feel the stinging.
Opening her eyes--as far as they would, anyway, between the sweat dripping into both of them and what had been squirted into her right one—she looked up into the mirrored ceiling. She saw herself lying there and let out a groan. She was naked, of course. Her normally ivory complexion was flushed red from the heat, and her black hair was plastered to her forehead and parts of her cheeks.
Even in the reflection, she could see the bruising around her pink nipples from the clamps, as well as the twisting of them. She was chained with her arms as far out to the side as they would go, and her legs were wrapped together with a belt. Everything hurt, including her pussy, which had endured the hardest fucking she could have ever imagined; it had been more like an attack than a sexual encounter.
She knew this wasn’t the end, not by a long shot. At some point, when he felt her will was worn down even further, Mark would come back, and the games would begin anew. As if that thought had cued it, the vibrator started to hum against her over-stimulated clit. She moaned loudly. Despite the pain and humiliation that she had endured, her body was being forced to want to cum.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Okay, here's the opening scene to my first novel (which I'll publish or e-publish someday) . . .



Carly McLaren sat up in bed, the covers clutched tight to her breasts. Cold sweat beaded her forehead.

Nightmares! God, I hate nightmares. At least Carly could only assume her recurring dream was a nightmare. Certainly it always wakened her jaw-clenched and trembling. It’s just that this nightmare doesn’t frighten me. Damn, my pussy is all wet and swollen, again, just like all the other times. But I should be frightened! Each time the dream came it was more real, more vivid.

It started with a memory from her early teens when she summered at her aunt and uncle’s. They owned a commercial orchard but with room for enough small livestock for their needs and for a pony named Buttons to entertain visiting nieces and nephews. In the beginning Carly remembered dreaming about riding Buttons around the farm. She groomed him in the stall while the little gelding contentedly munched oats and the occasional carrot. But over the last few months things had begun to change. Bit by bit dear little Buttons had transformed under her hands into a large, disturbingly black stallion and then into a red-eyed unicorn.

Tonight’s dream was the worst. Buttons had run away with her across fields and through unfamiliar forests. Then, in a flower-filled meadow, he had bucked her off. With a single sweep of his horn, he had torn the clothes from her body and knocked her onto her back. As she lay sprawled and spread-eagled on the grass, Carly watched in horror as the stud’s massive penis grew red and stiff under him. At the same time, the meadow flowers wrappe around her arms and legs, spreading her ever wider. Helpless, she screamed as she was lifted higher and higher until her pussy was exactly on line with the rampant stallion’s member. She couldn't flee or even move as the enormous organ was shoved against and then into her shaking body, stretching her beyond belief and pounding her—awake!

What in the name of heaven is happening to me?

 

[lovecraft68]

Okay, here's the opening scene to my first novel (which I'll publish or e-publish someday) . . .



Carly McLaren sat up in bed, the covers clutched tight to her breasts. Cold sweat beaded her forehead.

Nightmares! God, I hate nightmares. At least Carly could only assume her recurring dream was a nightmare. Certainly it always wakened her jaw-clenched and trembling. It’s just that this nightmare doesn’t frighten me. Damn, my pussy is all wet and swollen, again, just like all the other times. But I should be frightened! Each time the dream came it was more real, more vivid.

It started with a memory from her early teens when she summered at her aunt and uncle’s. They owned a commercial orchard but with room for enough small livestock for their needs and for a pony named Buttons to entertain visiting nieces and nephews. In the beginning Carly remembered dreaming about riding Buttons around the farm. She groomed him in the stall while the little gelding contentedly munched oats and the occasional carrot. But over the last few months things had begun to change. Bit by bit dear little Buttons had transformed under her hands into a large, disturbingly black stallion and then into a red-eyed unicorn.

Tonight’s dream was the worst. Buttons had run away with her across fields and through unfamiliar forests. Then, in a flower-filled meadow, he had bucked her off. With a single sweep of his horn, he had torn the clothes from her body and knocked her onto her back. As she lay sprawled and spread-eagled on the grass, Carly watched in horror as the stud’s massive penis grew red and stiff under him. At the same time, the meadow flowers wrappe around her arms and legs, spreading her ever wider. Helpless, she screamed as she was lifted higher and higher until her pussy was exactly on line with the rampant stallion’s member. She couldn't flee or even move as the enormous organ was shoved against and then into her shaking body, stretching her beyond belief and pounding her—awake!

What in the name of heaven is happening to me?

Good thing you put that horn in there!

 

[Boxlicker101]

I write smut, but not all that concentrated. Here is an exerpt from a story I started long ago and haven't finished yet:

Because of the closed circuit television in the apartment house lobby and elevator, they were restrained there but once they entered the apartment, all inhibitions disappeared. All of them removed their shoes and socks upon entering and, leaving a trail of clothing in the hallway, undressed each other as they headed for Trevor’s bedroom, the larger of the two. Cindy Lou was outnumbered so she was wearing only her panties by the time all of them sprawled into the bed, while both men still had on their trousers.

Trevor was the first of the two men Cindy Lou could get her hands on and she saw to it that he caught up to her as far as nakedness goes. Quickly unfastening his pants, she simultaneously pulled them and his underwear down and off, allowing her to gaze on the big, erect cock that was exposed. She spent no more than two seconds in admiration before engulfing its entire length in her mouth. While she was occupied with his business partner, Josh was deftly removing and tossing aside her extremely wet panties and burying his face in her pussy. His nose had been enjoying the aroma of her copious juices since during lunch and his taste buds enjoyed them even more. Not wanting to be overdressed, he removed the rest of his clothing while he was eating her pussy, and all three revelers were equally naked.

Seconds after reaching the bed, Cindy Lou knew that afternoon would be a memorable one. From the first stroke of her lips, Trevor’s cock filled her mouth delightfully, its hard roundness sliding between her lips and the firm head pressing against the back of her throat. Her tongue laved its shaft, exulting in the tightly-stretched feel of the smooth skin. She expected to suck his cock a few dozen strokes, then stop and lick his balls and do whatever else seemed like fun. They had all afternoon and she planned to cum repeatedly and hoped the guys would too.

From the way Josh was eating her pussy, she thought his tongue might be the sex organ that gave her the first of her many orgasms that day

 

[alwayswantedto]

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[SamScribble]

A snippet from a work in progress ...

Andy made that face people often make when they about to say something they think their listener will probably not want to hear. ‘I also suspect it could be a copy.’

‘A copy?’

‘I can’t be certain, but I think it could be. I think it’s too neat, too confident. Benet was one of those painters who did his thinking on the canvas. If this was an original, I’d expect to see more evidence of that thinking, more false starts, more fine tuning. I think this has been painted by someone who knew exactly where the next brush stroke was going.’

‘Oh.’ Linley sounded understandably disappointed.

‘As I say, I can’t be sure. And, anyway, copy or not, it’s a jolly nice piece of painting. And wonderfully erotic. I take it you like it?’

‘Well, yes,’ Linley said. ‘But ….’

‘I know what you mean,’ Andy said. ‘Did you buy it from a reputable dealer?’

‘Michael said he bought it at an upmarket garage sale. A country house, I think. He said it was a bargain – for what it was.’

‘Do you remember how much he paid?’

‘He would never say. I think it was quite a bit. But nothing like the 20k he said it was worth.’

‘Well, if is a Benet, then 20k would be a steal in today’s market, but ….’

Without either of them really realising, Andy had slipped a comforting arm around Linley’s shoulders. It was probably just his subconscious trying to soften any disappointment she might be feeling at the possibility of her painting not being quite what she had thought it was. And, without either of them really realising, Linley had turned her body slightly towards his, perhaps in response to the gentle pressure of his hand on her upper arm. Or maybe for some other reason, a reason of which she was not entirely aware.

But, given the situation, a kiss was perhaps inevitable.

At first, it was just a light brushing of his lips on hers. And it might have stopped there. But it didn’t. Linley was altogether too receptive for it to stop there.

Andy drew her to him – exactly as she hoped he would.

Linley later remembered thinking how strange it was that two people, almost strangers, could feel so comfortable with each other so quickly.

‘Well,’ Andy said after a few moments, ‘we could stop now. And we could pretend this never happened. Or ….’

‘I think or sounds good,’ Linley said as she helped Andy out of his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Andy nodded. ‘You’re probably right,’ he said softly. And their mouths met again.

‘It is a sexy painting, isn’t it,’ Linley said as she began unbuckling Andy’s belt.

‘It is,’ Andy confirmed.

‘Fucking sexy?’

Andy glanced briefly at the painting before looking into Linley’s dark eyes. ‘In my professional opinion?’ he said, softly. ‘Yes. Fucking sexy.’

‘Then fuck me,’ Linley said.

Andy did not require a second invitation.

 

[Dianthus]

from next instalment of Body Language

You are totally absorbed in watching my tongue curl teasingly around the head of the purple dildo and I’m loving the look on your face.

I’m kneeling on the floor in front of the laptop, camera and microphone recording every slurp and swipe of the fantasy blowjob.

In the small box at the bottom of the screen, I can see my breasts threaten to spill right out of the black velvet bra as I lean closer to take broad licks from the base to the tip. The swift intake of breath makes my lips curve up as I slide the head into my mouth. My cheeks hollow, sucking, and your eyes narrow intently.

I pull my head back and there is an audible pop. ‘You wanna angle that screen down a bit, baby?’

 

[SydneyBlake]

This is a rough draft of a scene from the prequel to How To Save a Life. Jessica is recently divorced, a bit sexually repressed, and trying to find herself... or at least a really good orgasm.....






She lay in bed, thinking about her conversation with Renata. Jessica was jealous. Renata was so...liberated. Jessica felt like she could never be so brazen.

But maybe she could try. She put her hands over her breasts, on top of her tanktop. She hated to admit that Michael was right about anything, but he was. She did have nice, round breasts after the pregnancy. They fit in her cupped hands perfectly. She began to knead them, and as her soft nipples began to grow erect, she rubbed her thumbs over the little pointed nubs. That felt nice. She pulled her shirt off and resumed touching herself. Yes, it did feel nice, but she also felt awkward. Maybe Renata had been right about the porn. Maybe a visual would help her get into it. Maybe next time.

She decided to try going south, so she slid her right hand down over her belly and between her legs. Since the divorce, she'd quit shaving her pubic hair. It was something Michael had asked her to do, but since he was gone, she no longer felt the need, and now she was quite furry. Perhaps she would resume shaving. She did prefer how clean she felt.

Hair or no hair, she wasn't really feeling anything. Playing with her nipples had elicited more of a response. Maybe she just wasn't touching the right button. She spread her legs wide, and then she could feel all her delicate folds of flesh. That was better. She found her clit. It was small and soft, but when she touched it just right, it felt really good. It was nice. She lightly rubbed it for a long time.

And then she faded into sleep.

"He has a major hard-on for you." Renata's voice was a quiet whisper in her ear. Renata was different. Renata was sex.

Jessica reached down to touch herself again. Oh, God, that felt good. Kissing. Sucking. He was between her legs, and her fingers were in his hair. He was licking her clit, and as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her, she arched her back and cried out. Then he was sucking her neck and pinching her nipples, and his cock was inside her. Hitting all the right places, Renata's voice purred. He felt good. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips while he fucked her. Hitting all the right places. He thrust into her with a single, hard stroke, and she felt him quivering inside her, cumming inside her, and she held him tight. He felt so good. So good.

"Jessss," he whispered in her ear.

Jessica's eyes flew open. Her heart was pounding and she was panting. She was bathed in sweat, and it was quiet. But she could still hear him in her ear, as though he were there now, still speaking to her, saying her name.

Gil.

 

[PennLady]

Part of a scene from my upcoming hockey story...

Brody tightened his arms around her, fusing his lips to hers. She curled her fingers into his shirt and responded with an urgency he hadn't felt from her before. He dropped his hands to cup her breasts, running his thumbs over the hard tips beneath the smooth material of her bra. Ryan responded by sliding a hand down between them and cupping him through his jeans. He let out a muffled groan as he thrust against her hand, unable to help himself.

"Like that, do you?" She smiled against his lips.

In answer, he unbuttoned her jeans and slid a hand inside. It was his turn to smile as she gasped. "Do you like that?"

"Yeah." She rested her forehead on his and bit her lip as she rocked against his hand. "I'd like a little more."

"I aim to please." He tangled one hand in her hair and kissed her again, harder and faster. This, he thought, was a much better end to the day than he'd had planned.

Ryan didn't say anything, just tugged his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans and put her hands underneath to begin working it off. Brody hissed out a breath as her hands moved over him; he loved the feel of her hands. He'd imagined they were strong and nimble, having seen her play the guitar, and he was right.

She worked his shirt up and he sat up so she could slide it off, then pulled her back with him, kissing her and savoring the feel of her skin against his. She shifted to adjust her balance and he groaned as she rubbed against his erection.

She broke the kiss with that husky laugh. "Sorry. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, fine." He kissed her again and with an efficiency that made her laugh again, unhooked her bra. "As pretty as this is, you don't need it." He pushed the straps down her arms and she slid them all the way off. She closed her eyes as he reached up to cup her breasts.

Ryan closed her eyes as Brody stroked his thumbs over her nipples. She splayed her hands on his chest, loving the feel of his muscles and how they tensed under her touch. She was glad she had followed her instincts and taken the initiative tonight. In fact, if he didn't move a little faster, she'd take it again. To prove the point, she pressed her lips to his and worked on unbuttoning his jeans.

 

[Feotakahari]

I'm inordately proud of the beginning of "Eternal", and it's got a nice Halloween feel to it:




For the first time in three years, Harry woke to the feeling of a body beside him.

Am I still asleep? he wondered. This would not be the first time he had dreamt of Leila. When he had scattered her ashes at sea, he'd known that a part of her would always remain with him, something incorporeal but real nonetheless.

A clawed hand covered his eyes--clawed?, he thought. This is definitely a dream. But there was undeniably something of Leila in the soft lips that kissed his cheek.

"Leila, if you're there, speak to me."

A shudder? He felt a finger cross his lips, urging him to silence, then a kiss that rendered the gesture irrelevant. Her tongue was long--too long. This was all wrong, and he could feel the dream twisting into something else entirely.

He pushed her away, and pulled her hand from his eyes as he sat up. "Leila--"

The figure before him clutched at its scarred throat, and he realized that it could not speak. It was as pale as the grave, and there was something wrong with its mouth. Eyes he remembered as blue were now sewn shut with black threads, but a third eye stared down from its forehead, red as fresh blood.

It shuddered again, and he realized that it was trying to cry.

Harry knew where this dream would go were he to shy away or scream. He wrapped his arms around the monster before him, and kissed it deeply. Four breasts pressed into his chest, and a long tail wrapped around him, but it was Leila's lips he kissed, Leila's warmth and Leila's smell.

At last he broke away. The monster's mouth distorted, and as if in a funhouse mirror, he recognized the guilty smile that Leila gave him when dinner was burned black or there was a bucket of paint spilled in the bathroom.

It was then that he fully understood that he wasn't dreaming.

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

I haven’t written any smut in quite a while, too busy performing it.

Anyway, this was originally conceived as a skit, was rejected, and I turned it into a short story or flash, but there's really no place to send it. It’s not erotic, and it’s not all original — but you’ll see. It's either a treat, or a trick.



A Surfeit of Bard
*************


“Mr. Elgmont, may I please have my stage back?”

“Blow, blow, thou winter wind,” exclaimed the man at center stage.

“Mr. Elgmont – Trevor,” the director began. “If you do not continue with the rehearsal, you will be in breach of contract.”

“Thou art not so unkind,” the actor sniffed, “as man's ingratitude.”

“This is ridiculous,” exclaimed the famous actress hovering in the wings. “If a performance is to take place, I must be allowed to rehearse.”

"Frailty," the Shakespearean rumbled, “thy name is woman!”

“Please, Trevor” the thespian’s agent soothed. “You know you don’t want the production to end in ruin, now do you?”

"Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt."

“What thunderbolt?” the producer inquired, nervously.

"Cowards die many times before their deaths,” the old man pronounced trenchantly, “the valiant ne’er taste of death but once."

“Oh, dear! I do wish we had hired Weston,” the producer wailed. “So what if he’s second rate? At least he’s tractable.”

"Be not afraid of greatness,” the old man intoned. “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em."

“I refuse to work in this atmosphere!” wailed the actress. “I can’t go on! I can’t go on!”

“The lady,” the ancient thespian intoned, “doth protest too much, methinks.”

“Trevor! Trevor!” the actor’s agent implored. “What is it that you want from us?”

“Eye of newt, and toe of frog, wool of bat, and tongue of dog,” the elderly Shakespearean chanted “Adder's Fork, and blind-worms sting, lizard's leg, and howlet’s wing. . . .”

“Perfect!” exclaimed the director, throwing his script to the stage with a bang.

“What a piece of work is man!” the thespian noted casually.

“Damnation!” the director cursed, kicking his script noisily across the stage.

“How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties!”

“Bugger!” the director stamped his foot in vexation.

“In form and moving, how express and admirable!”

“Sonuvabitch!”

“In action, how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a god!”

“Fuck!”

“The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”

“Shit!”

“Man delights not me.”

“Oh, do shut up, Trevor!” the actress snapped.

“No, nor woman neither,” the old man continued.

“Take that bloody fool away,” the producer implored, chewing at his knuckle. “This rehearsal is over.”

"When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain?"

“This is all your fault,” the Shakespearean actor’s agent pointed an accusing finger at the director.

"The quality of mercy is not strain'd,” the agent’s client answered.

“I vow,” the agent declared, “you’ll pay every penny of Trevor’s contract!”

“It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath.”

“Screw you!” the director urged. “I’ll see you in court, first!”

“It is twice blest, it blesseth him that gives and him that takes."

“I told you that this would happen,” the agent insisted, “if you forced Trevor to accept simultaneous leads in productions of ‘Hamlet,’ ‘King Lear,’ ‘Richard III,’ ‘Julius Caesar’ and ‘The Tempest’ — not to mention that Scottish Play.”

"Et tu, Brute?"

“I predicted that the stress would be too much, that it would make any actor run mad?”

“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below,” the thespian’s voice echoed through the empty theater, “Words without thoughts, ne’er to heaven go."

“But, did you listen?” the agent continued, glowering about the stage. “Of course not! Now see what you have done. This is all your fault. Trevor Elgmont -- a national treasure -- has suffering a Shakespearean embolism.”

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves. . . ."

— Virtual Burlesque​

 

[jomar]

My style is all over the place and got carried away, but...

White Trash 3

Shit, the sun was bright! It hurt my fucking eyes! I rolled over and almost crushed teensy Tina. She was flat on her back, her pint-sized titties poking up at the ceiling. A bit of spittle trickled down the side of her mouth and if she didn't look cuter than a nodded out crack whore, I don't know fuck all.

Actually, Tina was a hot little doll-baby sized piece of ass and I felt my fat cock twitch at the thought of that snug snatch, much less the sight of it. Sure as shit she had that power over me; got my hog hard in seconds flat.

I thought about throwing her a wake-up fuck, but my head was pounding harder than Metallica's drummer on meth. We'd put away a lot of weed and alcohol the night before and I was way hung-over. Hell, the little skank frickin' out partied me so I could only imagine what kind of beast she'd be when she came around.

Shit-damn, no getting around it, my pecker had hardened up like a titanium driver; one of them Heat Seekers, or whatever the hell the new Calloway or Ping of the moment name was these days. Normally when I wake up with long ball wood I take care of it old school, but since I had such a sweet little gash laying next to me I figured I'd spank the monkey coed style. Hell, the way I saw it pounding out a cum would be just as good as taking a handful of ibuprofen, and feel a whole lot better to boot.

I scooted over, raised up on my elbow and leaned over the sleeping slag. My head swam and I felt all woozy boozy and fuck if I wasn't still half drunk. Must have had more than I thought last night. Wouldn't be the first time, though. Or the last. Not by a fuckin' long shot.

I wiped the drool from her mouth and cheek with her dingy blouse and damn if she didn't look cute as button. Beautiful even. A warm, fuzzy feeling washed over me that I figured must have been related to the sun beating on my back or the hangover pounding at my brainpan.

Through the hundred proof fog of last night's memory I recalled how she had taken my hammer in all her juicy holes and if my favorite tool could have gotten any harder it surely would have. As it was, I'd just turned the cannon loose hardcore on the slut.

A touch on her skinny thigh and her legs flopped opened like I'd used the golden key, but I knew it was just her Pavlov pussy doing its thang and it fucking warmed my cold heart. I felt that hairless little cunny and goddamn if she wasn't slicked up and ready to ride. Must be dreaming of me, I figured.


Dirk Hammer

After I broke the lip-lock I could tell she was all flushed and jelly-legged and I wasn't surprised 'cause I still got it, though maybe it was partly due to some mound mash she got from the all grown-up me. You see, I had a growth spurt after we broke up and her hands couldn't but help try to take the measure of the new me. But while I was looking forward to a strip down memory lane, I needed to know about her missing husband if I was gonna help her and, by the way, also see if the magic was still there after all these years.

Oh, I could tell the heat was there, but would it flame out or be like that eternal one up in good 'ole Washington, DC where I had a lot of contacts that might come in handy on this case. Not that I can tell you who, but they all work for those three letter agencies, some of 'em you don't even know about so don't even think of asking. You know what I mean.

I knew I was gonna have to dig deep on this one, because while her husband had been AWOL for seven years and the stink might have died down on him, this whole mess was smelling like the fishing pier at the beach where she and I used to go and canoodle a bit.

I asked her what she had and she said she knew of a sordid tale of family dysfunction and corruption. I got a bit defensive and told her that if she came here just to insult me then maybe we should just part ways now, much as I hated the thought. But after the homicidal stripper, I needed that kind of relationship again like I needed a return trip to face that soccer mom's husband in their bedroom -- and I you can take it to the bank that any old pea shooter looks big when it's pointed at you, especially when you're naked -- but she smiled and gave me a, "No silly, his family."

So I played it off like I was kidding all along and told her to carry on. She told me all about his parents divorce, his estranged sister and emotionally unstable stepsister and there may have been something about sexual indiscretions and incest and financial blackmail and other important clues. I might have even heard most of it but after few seconds I was simply lost in her sultry voice.

I imagined myself nuzzling her earlobe, nibbling down her long, sensuous neck, kissing those luscious lips, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor and gazing at her amazing body in nothing but a sheer bra, tiny matching panties, garter and stockings, floating in those amazingly high heels -- her, not me.

I pictured me taking her into my arms, kissing her for an eternity before unhooking her bra with one hand...

If she had one on, that is, I have some skills. Just ask those A-list actresses I used to date who still call and ask me for the treatment when they pass through town. Hell, a few have made a point of coming half-way around the world to pass through town and my talented hands. At one point some had passed my name on to friends and it was fun for awhile until it began to be an every-night thing and I don't care what you say, there is such a thing as too much sex, because when I start hallucinating giant hooters chasing me around the room due to sleep deprivation I have to draw the line.


Chase Cooder 6

After Marie had collected the dinner cart Ruane and Anna sat on the couch that faced the large window overlooking the ocean. With legs tucked under their bodies and facing each other, they chatted.

Finally, Anna asked, "What do you think Chase and Box are doing?"

Ruane scooted closer to Anna and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "If they have our location, they'll do reconnaissance tonight. My guess is they'll wait until late and then snoop around."

The closeness and Anna's fresh scent made Ruane's heart beat faster.

Anna moved Ruane's hair back from her ear. "Will they come tonight?" She didn't move away. Her eyes closed.

"No. I don't think so." She heard Anna's soft breathing.

Neither said anything. Neither moved. In unspoken agreement, they turned toward each other. Ruane looked into Anna's dark eyes, pupils dilated, for what seemed like minutes, noting an imperceptible nod.

Anna brushed Ruane's lips with hers. Ruane pressed back. Anna's tongue timidly sought Ruane's. Ruane opened her mouth and they kissed with loving tenderness.

It had been years since Ruane had been with a woman and she savored Anna's softness. It was so different from kissing a man. For long minutes they kissed, their mouths the only point of contact.

They broke the kiss and both laughed quietly.

***

BOO!

 

[D_Lynn]

From Mistress to Slave

We'd worked it out in advance. It was my weekend to have you do whatever pleased me. I'd been thinking about it all week, all the things I wanted to do to you and have you do to me. My mind was running through an endless array of possibilities for the two of us, and all of them promised to be memorable.

I instructed you to meet me at my house after work. You would arrive before me, so I told you to let yourself in, and upon entry, remove all of your clothing. The only other directives I left you was to use the facilities, and not, under any circumstance, get yourself off.

About 30 minutes after you arrive, my front door opens. You're expecting it to be me, but your smile soon wanes when you are standing face-to-face with a strange man.

He reaches out his hand to you, "Hello, I'm Robert. Dee sent me here to get you ready for the party."

All sorts of questions are swirling in your mind.
"Party?"

Robert nods but offers no further explanation. He sets his duffel bag down on the sofa and begins a visual examination of the ceiling beams, glancing at you occasionally, as if he's sizing you up.

You're not sure what he's thinking. You search your memory to try and recall if we'd ever discussed inviting a man into our play. You can't remember it coming up in conversation. We'd never set boundaries in that area, and you wonder just what I've cooked up for you. Furthermore, you start to imagine what might happen next and how it might excite you.

It becomes apparent each time he glances at you, that his gaze lingers on your manhood. Beyond your control, you respond to his attentive glances by growing stiffer. Your rising cock is noticed by Robert, spreading a slow smile across his face.

It's not your usual cup of tea. You've always worked with men and played with women, as you liked to put it. But Robert was an exceptional man; pretty, like a woman, with straight white teeth, sparkling hazel eyes, and soft curly hair. The only thing manly about him was the defined muscular lines under his shirt, and the now bulging mass in his jeans.

"How much do you weigh?"

His deep voice snaps you out of the momentary trance and you stammer your reply, not even sure how accurate the number is.

Robert nods, takes one long look at your beautiful, hard cock and licks his lips before turning his attention to the door beam over the hall entrance.

"I think this one will do."

You shake your head, not sure what he's talking about and still finding it difficult to think rationally.

Robert rummages through his duffel, placing lengths of rope in neat piles on the sofa cushions. He pulls out three spring-loaded clamps and secures them in place along the beam. Then he walks to the sofa and chooses one of the piles of neatly tied rope and begins to unravel a length of it.

"Come here and stand in front of me with your feet shoulder width apart."

You obey without question, knowing that he is there on your Mistress's behalf.

Without a word, he begins to wrap the soft rope around your torso in an elaborate design, securing you completely in a tight web. His hands move swiftly and expertly over your body. It is evident by his demeanor that he is highly skilled at this artform, and this settles your nerves.

He finishes with one rope and starts on another, moving to your wrists next. Each one is tightly wrapped; long cuffs extending to your forearm. Robert drops to his knees to wrap your thighs in a similar fashion and you try not to think about how close he is to your raging hard-on, and how you can practically feel his hot breath on your balls as he leans in to run rope between your legs.

Robert looks up at you and smiles appreciatively at your response and your cock twitches involuntarily at him. The anticipation of what is going to happen to you next is delicious.

Your are directed to stand in the doorway beneath the secured clamps so Robert can run suspension ties from your wrapped body up to the clamps.

As he moves around you, working the rope through the devices, his tee shirt and jeans often incidentally brush past your sensitive organ. You let go a breathy gasp.

Robert stops what he's doing and chuckles, "You better get used to that. This is the only way to the restroom and there'll be no way to get past without touching you."

Your eyes widen as you recall him using the term party earlier.
"What kind of party is this?"

Robert shrugs and smiles, but doesn't answer. He glances at his watch and takes a deep breath.
"Okay. You're going to feel some tightness in areas until I get all the points working together. That's normal. I'll let you know just before you lose your feet."

He tightens each one in order and, as promised, warns you just before you're going to be fully suspended. He checks the clamps, test the restraints and lifts; then repeats the process over and again methodically until you are swinging freely in the doorway.

Robert steps back, chuckles, and shakes his head.
"Man, that's a tight fit. How does it feel?"

You're amazed by how comfortable it actually is. No area is pinching or taking the brunt of your suspended weight. Your wrists are secured high over your head and your thighs are strapped to the clamps farthest apart, spreading them wide to the living room and kitchen.

You barely manage to choke out that you're okay through bated breath.

"You're going to get to see everyone as they arrive, just so you have a mental picture. Then, I believe your Mistress plans to hood you."

You nod weakly, "Are you staying?"

"Yeah. You know, I think you want me to stay, and not just to make sure your restraints are okay."

Your eyes clamp shut. Your cock is rock hard. You already need a release and the party hasn't even started. You hardly care at this point how you get it.

"It doesn't matter. I have strict orders not to touch you, no matter how much you beg. Mistress Dee wants you fresh for her arrival."

You groan and try to look away through your neck supports. You want to ask how much longer that will be, but you know he won't answer.

Robert gathers his things and tucks his near-empty duffel into a corner of the room. He lazily walks to the refrigerator and pulls a fresh ale from it. Only then you notice that it appears to be loaded with refreshments.

Another fifteen minutes or more passes. Robert is on his second drink when you hear vehicles approaching and boisterous voices on the front step. You recognize one as mine and this causes your heart rate to accelerate.

My face is the first through the door but I don't acknowledge you immediately. You notice that no one is acknowledging your presence. It's as if you don't exist.

The party is already in full-swing it would seem, and you ascertain from bits and pieces of conversation that it actually started at someone else's house. It's a progressive party, but you have no way of knowing if this is the last stop or just another stop on the way.

Finally, I approach you. You perk up as the soft satin material of my tight corset skims your bare bottom.

"How are you holding up, Love? No pun intended."

You nod, "Good, Mistress."

"Did Robert do a good job for you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

My fingers start to trace circles over your exposed scrotum and anus. "I really like you like this."

I notice that my approving words and gentle caresses are making you uncomfortably aroused.

"You're being ever so good and cooperative. I'm so proud of you."

I only have to bend slightly forward to kiss the tip of your beautiful cock. Precum has gathered at the opening and I lap it up greedily. The saltiness on my tongue, along with your musky scent sends me into this aggressive state of arousal.

You notice immediately that my pupils have dilated and I'm shaking with adrenaline. I'm holding my helpless submissive before me, completely aware that I am his keeper. This power grips me and binds me to you just as surely as if I were hanging in those restraints with you.

You begin to tremble as you feel it, too.
"Please, Mistress..."

I know what you want, what you need. I smile and look deep into your pleading eyes. It's a connection felt nowhere else. I know what it feels like to want something so desperately, it feels like need. I understand you, as well as you understand that I may or may not grant you what you ask.

But in the end, I can never deny you for long. And on this occasion, I want to be the first, so I know I must go through with it. I must allow you to climax for me.

My fingers wrap around your hot shaft and lift. I want to take you into my mouth and suck you off but think better of it. It would be far more fitting to pump you until your cum spurts over your chest, providing a lovely decoration for my party guests.

It only takes a few strokes until you're proudly wearing your cum.

"My, oh my, weren't we wound up! That's going to make a lovely snack for some passer-by. You won't know who, or even if it's a man or a woman. And don't even try to look shocked. Robert already whispered in my ear how much he wants you. And how much he thinks you want him. You are a naughty sub. Anyway, I'm hooding you so you're off the hook. I was going to put earplugs in, but I think I'll leave them out. That way, if my guests want to say something to you, they can."

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[Dual_Triode]

A scene from my very first attempt at erotic fiction.

~~~~~~~

Erica sat up when Bryan moved and reached for her drink. She had just been fantasizing about how he might look with his pants off. His shirtless upper body was smooth and muscular, and his long curly hair made him seem like some kind of Adonis character. Sipping her whiskey and feeling flush, she looked over at him.

“So,” Erica began. “Did you enjoy the little show I put on for you?”

“What show was that?” Bryan asked.

“The one where I masturbated for you.”

Bryan coughed and hesitated. He drank the last of his whiskey before responding.

“Yes,” he said. There was no longer any point in denying what they both knew. “I enjoyed that immensely.”

“Did you stand by the window and jerk yourself off, too?” she asked, lowering her voice.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Would you show me? Can I see your cock?”

“Erica! I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to fuck right now.”

“Who said anything about fucking?” she said with a twisted smile.

Erica rose from the sofa and unbuttoned her shirt. Slowly, she removed it, unclasp her bra and let them drop to the floor. She watched Bryan’s eyes widen as she ran her hands over her tits and squeeze them. She unzipped her pants and pulled one long leg out, followed by the other. Standing before him completely naked, she reached down to take his hand.

“Your turn,” she whispered and sat back down on the sofa.

Bryan stood and slowly pulled his jeans down over his boxers, mimicking her striptease. Sliding his thumbs inside the waistband, he eased down his boxers revealing, inch by inch, the shaft of his growing cock. Once in the clear, it sprang up, dangerously pointing in Erica’s direction. Lying in front of him on the sofa, she was fingering her pussy, just like before.

“Stroke it for me,” she cooed. “Show me how you jerked yourself off.”

Bryan decided to play along with this mutual masturbation game. Holding his cock firmly, he started stroking himself while watching her rub and finger herself. Her gaze was fixed on his rigid tool and he made sure it was pointed directly at her. Her glistening pussy opened as she inserted another finger inside. Bryan groaned softly and sped up his movements. Erica responded with a moan of her own. Pulling back on her skin, she forced her clit out from its hooded enclave. She rubbed her wet fingers in small circles and slid her third finger inside her pussy. Bryan was now breathing heavily and jerking himself at high speed. Erica decided she needed to assist him.

“Let me help you,” she growled, sitting up straight.

Erica grabbed Bryan’s cock with her wet hands and pumped him from head to hilt. She spit in the palms of her hands and applied the saliva to his throbbing cock, simultaneously stroking the head and massaging his balls. He felt a wet finger probing his anus and jumped at the sensation. Groans turned to growls as he felt the tingle start to rise from his toes. Erica let go of him and lay back on the sofa.

“Shoot me now,” she hissed.

Erica arched her back and grabbed her tits, holding them up. Moving in closer and aiming at the target, Bryan jerked himself until he could no longer hold back. A great rope of cum blasted from his cock, finding her tits and chin. Another blast landed on her tummy as she cried out with satisfaction. Reaching up, she helped him pump his load onto her abdomen. Bryan shuddered and fell to his knees before her spread legs.

Erica hummed as she rubbed his semen into her chest and tummy. The show she had just watched surpassed her own fantasy. Bryan’s cock was beautiful and he had hosed her down thoroughly. She was really close to coming and she needed him to finish her.

“Please finger fuck me,” she pleaded. “I’ll show you how.”

She took his hand and brought it to her mouth, coating his index finger with her saliva. She guided him down to her pussy and pulled it open, cooing with excitement as he slid his finger inside. Using his own saliva, he wet his fingers and inserted two of them inside. She raised her pelvis to meet him, forcing his fingers deep inside of her. After some two finger fucking, he added his ring finger to the mix. Erica gasped her approval and spread her legs as wide as she could.

“Turn your palm up,” she whispered. “Point your fingers up.”

Bryan followed her directions and twisted his hand inside of her overheated pussy. In this position, his finger tips rubbed and pressed against the roof of her cavity. He tried to add his little finger to the others, but the combination was too large for her. Erica made a gurgling noise and drew in a deep breath. She grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled him inside, forcing his stray little finger into her asshole. Meeting his thrusting hand with her bucking and gyrating hips, she soon fell off the cliff she had climbed. With kegel muscles contracting and anus twitching, the first wave of pleasure crashed into her. Another wave crushed Bryan’s fingers as he watched her thrash on the sofa in front of him. As the rollers continued to break over her, he forcefully squeezed her breasts and nipples with his free hand. In all, she crushed his fingers five times with great force, followed by many weakening spasms.

Bryan considered for a moment what to do with this strange girl he had just not fucked. He couldn't just kick her out after what had happened. That would be cruel and she deserved some kindness and respect. He was not interested in a serious relationship with her, however; his heart belonged to Jenny. He decided that Erica was now his friend, kind of like a female version of Carl.

“Let’s get dressed and go to the Plaza,” Bryan said. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

 

[D_Lynn]

From Mistress to Slave - part 2

I signal Robert to bring me a hood and we make short work of fitting it on you. You look so adorable swinging there in the doorway, a faceless body; a play toy for my guest's amusement.

It isn't long before ladies need to use the facilities. As I suspected, rather than standing in a line outside the door, they gather around you, waiting for their turn.

They all start a bit shyly at first. One woman uses your chest as a table to rest her drink on as she chats away about nothing important. Another is petting your thigh, while the third simply balances herself at your knee.

Each one takes turns glancing at your growing manhood. It's obvious that they want to touch you, but no one seems willing to be the first. You try to taunt them into it by twitching your cock, waving it in the air. This draws their attention more boldly to you, and one of them even makes a comment about it.

The suspense is killing me, as I can practically feel your anticipatory energy from where I'm standing. I wager in my mind on who will touch you first. I can tell it's going to happen soon, because it seems all their hands have drifted almost imperceptibly closer to your hard cock.

Finally, Jules, the one I had bet on in my mind, stretches her fingers ever so gingerly out to lightly touch your silky smooth skin. Your entire body twitches as though her touch delivered an electric shock to it. The women all break out in a nervous giggle. Emily goes next, caressing your length with only the very tips of her fingers. You respond by lifting your hips in a needy display.

Rachel joins in, and now I notice they are less concerned with taking turns as several fingers are on you at once. Jules cups your balls in her palm, while Emily wraps her fingers all the way around your shaft.

The loo door opens and Sarah approaches. Rachel groans because she is first in line and now must leave the fun that has just begun. Sarah watches with amusement as Emily and Jules are now working in unison. It is evident that you're approaching your next climax.

I'm finding it difficult to watch you like this. The throbbing in my own pussy is almost too difficult to tolerate.

Sarah pinches your nipples between her sharp fingernails and you come violently onto your stomach. The ladies whoop and holler at their success, and declare with delight that you are their new favorite party game.

I, on the other hand, need to remind you who you belong to, and begin plotting just how I'm going to do that.

The scent of my soaked panties firmly planted on his face should do the trick.

 

[Darkniciad]

The first sex scene in the first chapter of my upcoming story as Dark, "Lowborn" ( as yet unedited )

===============

“Enough playing around,” Delly demanded as his lips left hers.

With a growl, he rose up above her on his knees. He curled his fingers into the neckline of her sheer gown, and pulled. The hem at the neck resisted his bulging muscles for a second, and then parted with a loud rip. The remainder of the gown tore like paper. He tossed aside the frayed remnants and sat back on his heels so that he could reach her panties.

The undergarments were old, and would have long ago met a fiery end in the burn pit, if Delly didn’t save such for his visits. It was she who had suggested the rough play, but he found that he quite enjoyed it. A frayed hole just large enough for a finger was all the purchase he needed. The panties proved no more resistant to his strength than her gown, leaving her body bared amongst a halo of ripped cloth.

Cerebus fell forward on his hands and took one of her big, rosy colored nipples between his lips. He sucked it hard, rolling it with his tongue, and sometimes scraping it with his teeth – exactly as she’d instructed him that she liked it. From the very first time he’d paid to share her bed, she had treated him differently than most of her clients, instructing him much as she instructed the young women assigned to her by the madame.

The rewards for the special attention were great for both of them.

She smoothed his wet hair as he hovered over her and sucked her nipples, his twitching cock occasionally brushing the fiery red curls between her legs. Her other hand caressed his back, delighting in the feeling of his powerful muscles. Her moans were very much real, unlike the act she usually put on for her clients.

He held her right nipple tight between his lips, pulling it upward until it slipped free and snapped back, causing her breast to jiggle. He continued to rise, straightening his elbows, and then pushing up onto his knees. The throbbing between his legs was now simply too powerful to ignore.

He smiled as she sat up and curled her fingers around his erection. She pushed on his chest, and he sat down when she pulled her legs from beneath him. He groaned loud and long as Delly’s wet tongue caressed him from root to tip, over and over again, coating his cock with her saliva. She teased the mushroom tip with a lingering swirl of her tongue once he was well wetted, and then took him in hand to stroke his cock while she turned her head sideways and pushed his legs farther apart.

Her tongue tickled his balls with quick flicks, while her hand pumped up and down his cock. Delly gave in to the excitement that lapping his hairless orbs always aroused within her, making hungry sounds all the while. She yelped when he gathered a handful of her hair and pulled her up. He was ready for more than a tease, and the way she engulfed him in her hot mouth a moment later revealed that she was as well.

No other woman – even other prostitutes – could take him as deep as Delly. She opened wide, her lips stretching around his girth, and took him all the way into her throat with regularity. He kept a tight grip on her hair, pushing and pulling as her head bobbed over his cock. She enjoyed the feeling of vulnerability, and he was more than happy to indulge her.

His hips began to twitch up toward her lips when she picked up the pace. Delly moaned around him, the sound mingling with the croaks of his swollen tip pushing into her throat. She rolled his balls in one cupped hand, while letting her middle finger slide even farther back, to strum over the ropy flesh below. Her other hand occasionally lifted her breast and teased the nipple for his eager eyes.

The itch in the tip of Cerebus’ cock swelled from her relentless effort. She never paused, or slowed, accepting his cock as no other woman could. He didn’t have to tell her that he was close – she knew. His fingers tightened in her hair, and then he let out an explosive growl as he blasted his semen against the entrance of her throat.

Delly moaned in approval as his thick cream filled her mouth. She continued to suck and swallow, draining him dry, until he jerked her away from his oversensitive organ. She gathered up a few dribbles that had escaped from the corners of her mouth with a finger, and licked it clean.

Cerebus let out a growling chuckle, his head falling back to the bed. Delly crawled over him to kiss his neck and chest, rubbing her moist folds over his stomach. She continued to tease him, caressing him with her entire body as he recovered from the explosion in her mouth.

She rolled off of him, and then wormed her way between his legs. She bent his knees so that she could sit between them, facing away from him, and looked back over her shoulder.

He knew what she wanted.

A deep moan escaped Delly as he sat up and pulled her against him, nestling his softened cock in the cleft of her buttocks. He kissed her neck, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, causing her to arch her back and gasp. His right hand released her breast and dropped between her legs even as she sucked air into her lungs.

Cerebus curled two fingers and thrust them deep into the redhead’s clinging sheathe. He pulled her even tighter against him, holding her in place as his fingers plunged into her pussy. With her arms pinned at her side, she was helpless in his grasp.

A steady stream of whimpers, yelps, and moans bubbled up from her lips. He let his thumb slide over her clit, rubbing it with every stroke of his hand, building her fires even higher. She writhed against his strength, not really trying to escape, but unable to sit still in light of the pleasure he was giving her.

Mindblind’s hot breath stirred her hair as she drew ever closer to final ecstasy. She knew it was coming, but she still whimpered in frustration when his fingers slipped from inside her. He held her tight, keeping her from finding any relief that could push her over the edge. She pleaded with him to make her come, as she always did, but he denied her until her fires cooled.

Then he buried his fingers inside her once more.

Over and over again, he brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure, only to deny her release. Her begging turned even more desperate, her body hot against him and beaded with sweat. His cock hardened against her ass, foreshadowing things to come.

As the trembling – almost weeping – prostitute neared the point of no return again, Cerebus’ other hand left her breast and centered over her clit. After only a few quick circles of his fingers, she erupted into orgasm.

He kept one set of fingers buried inside her, the other still mercilessly rubbing her bud. Delly’s tight-throated scream of ecstasy filled the room. He kept her within the grip of her orgasm, growing more excited as she writhed in his grasp.

She was still coming when he dug his slick fingers into her hips and lifted her to her knees. Her hands dropped to the bed to support her, and his right hand left her hip just long enough to guide his cock inside her.

A loud wail that trailed off into a croak accompanied his thick cock invading her depths. He grunted when he hit bottom, and pulled back to thrust again, several weeks worth of pent up desire fueling his ardor.

The bed creaked in protest amidst the loud smacks of two bodies colliding, and Delly’s screams. Her first orgasm from his fingers never really ended before a second took control of her body. Her intimate muscles clamped down, but were no match for the strength of his thrusts. Caught in a near constant state of exquisite agony, she couldn’t tell where one climax ended and the next began.

Cerebus drank in the sight of her rocking forward every time he slammed his cock home. She was soaking wet, her juices spurting out around him – so unlike the other prostitutes who had just gone through the motions. He felt his seed surging up, and gave in to the inevitable.

He buried his cock with a thrust so powerful that one of her hands slipped out from beneath her, and she fell face down into the sheets. He erupted with a growling cry of release, filling her full of hot cream.

In the midst of the cacophony, neither of them heard the sounds of struggle downstairs.

Cerebus was leaning over her twitching body, his cum still pumping into her depths, when the door burst open.

 

[lovecraft68]

Awesome replies! Love the different styles and subject matter!

So D-Lynn, when you going to let me Break you?

 

[D_Lynn]

The first sex scene in the first chapter of my upcoming story as Dark, "Lowborn" ( as yet unedited )

===============

“Enough playing around,” Delly demanded as his lips left hers.
[Deleted text]...

Cerebus was leaning over her twitching body, his cum still pumping into her depths, when the door burst open.

This was a very nice start to my day. Thanks, Dark!

 

[D_Lynn]

Awesome replies! Love the different styles and subject matter!

So D-Lynn, when you going to let me Break you?

Mmmmmm...TRICK? or TREAT?

 

[lovecraft68]

Mmmmmm...TRICK? or TREAT?

I'm both rolled into one! Aww hell, who am I kidding, I'm a switch, I'll let you top first. Just remember payback's a bitch!

 

[Handley_Page]

It's (still) not complete after too many years, but :-


They sat and watched TV for the rest of the evening. The channel four programme had featured several bedroom scenes, but now the TV was off and neither felt the urgent need to break the spell and retire. The small lamp gave a glow to the room, assisted by the flickering effect of the fire. Charlie found himself nuzzling her hair and dropping the occasional kiss. Somehow, it felt "right.” She broke the spell by going to make the coffee.

"Charlie," she said, as she entered the room. "You know those books you've got upstairs?. The ones about sexual relationships?”

He'd almost forgotten he'd got them, lost as they were in the back bedroom's bookshelves, among the other items he'd not quite got round to ditching. He'd got them when he & Jan were trying a bit harder to make a go of things but to hear them mentioned again only brought a measure of embarrassment. "Go on,” he said.

"I was looking at them the other night.” She went on quietly. "There's a good bit in one about trust and sharing experiences. Are you up for a bit of education; a bit of voyeurism perhaps?" She sat down on a nearby chair, leaned back and began to stroke her breasts. Her nipples soon rose like a ball under a blanket.

"No less than the next man,” he murmured. Then he realised what she was doing and started to tense, almost panic. "But if you feel like doing it, I'll leave you in peace to enjoy yourself." He started to lift his coffee cup, nearly spilling it.

"No," she said. "I think you need a demonstration. Wouldn't you like to watch a bit, maybe learn a little? " She paused and then went on: "I feel quite excited at the thought." she slowly stoked an erect nipple. "You settle back. I'm feeling good; about you, me, life. If it bothers you, I'll go up to my bed. Does it bother you?.”

"I don't know," said Charlie, "I've never been there."

"You will,” she whispered. She leaned forward slightly and pulled the sash on her wrap. She leaned forward, arched her back and closed her eyes. There was a soft sound as she undid her bra.

Charlie could feel his own heart beginning to race. His chest tightened as she stroked a breast. He felt himself becoming erect, shut his eyes, forced himself to breath regularly and managed, in what seemed to him to be an age, to control himself.

He opened his eyes and watched in marvel at Lois's body as it responded to her questing fingers. He watched with fascination as her hands massaged and caressed her breasts before moving downwards to her tush. She lifted her hips and eased the briefs down and he could see her fingers stroking, flicking, stroking. One hand massaged a breast, squeezing the nipple until both rose like dark pillars against the soft white of her breasts. Her fingers did not stop stoking her clitoris but changed tempo and stress, an occasional finger vanishing into fascinating folds of moist skin. Her breathing got heavy until she gave a long gasp and stopped. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes and looked at him.

"That looked good,” he said after what seemed a long time.

 

[lovecraft68]

More from Breaking of Allison and specifically dedicated to D-Lynn.

"It's time you were taught your place." He clicked the leash to the collar and, taking a step back, pulled on it hard. “To your knees, slut.”
Not that she had a choice; he pulled hard enough to yank her off the bed, and she fell to her knees. He stepped back up to her and stood, waiting expectantly. Knowing what he wanted, she reached out to unsnap his jeans.
He reached down with both hands and pinched her nipples, getting another yelp out of her. “Since when does a fucking whore not ask her Master’s permission?”
Allison swallowed hard. Her hair was already sticking to her neck, and that last pinch had really hurt. Just play along, she told herself. “Master, would you allow me the privilege of removing your cock, so that I may please you.”
“Like you’ve ever pleased anyone other than yourself, but go ahead, I’ll let you try.”
She hesitated for a moment, making sure her tone would be right. “Thank you. My Master is too kind.”
She unsnapped his jeans and began to unzip them, thinking that if she had to, well, then she would show him how good she was. She reached in to grab his cock, but he slapped her hand away and pulled it out himself.
“Oh, damn,” she whispered.
To say she had seen her share of cocks over the years would be an understatement, but the one in front of her right now was easily the biggest. It was huge, long and thick, damn thick. She wrapped her hand around it. Her fingernails barely touched, and it occurred to her that this thing could hurt.
Noticing the look on her face, he smirked. “What’s the matter? Been playing with the boys so long you forget what a real one looks like?”
“My Master is very impressive,” she replied. She wasn’t lying. She licked her lips slowly, then, remembering her part, said, “It would be my pleasure if my…”
“Oh, just shut up and suck it,” he snapped, grabbing the back of her head and shoving her face forward.
She opened her mouth and took it about halfway down. He let her head go as she started sucking him in and out, as far as she dared. She wasn’t sure if she could take him all the way. As it was, her mouth was full and there was plenty of him left. She kept her eyes turned down as she blew him.
After a couple of minutes, he sighed, “That's better.”
At that, she looked up, making a little noise in her throat, thanking him for his approval. It was the wrong move.
“That wasn’t a compliment, you fucking slut!” he said. “It’s just better than listening to your talking. Now stop playing and suck it, you know? Like you know what you’re doing?”
She put her eyes back down, and, picking up the pace, also started stroking with her hand. After a couple of minutes, she began to wonder if he was even close to cumming.
Then he said, “You’re fucking pathetic. Do I need to do this myself?”
Reaching down, he roughly grabbed the back of her head and, holding it still, started fucking her mouth. She opened wider to take more of him, but he was pushing too deep. Afraid she was going to gag, she put her hands on his hips to try to stop him. Another wrong move. He let go of her head. This time, her nipples didn’t just get a pinch but a vicious twist that would have caused her to yell had her mouth not been stuffed with his cock.
“How dare you touch me!” He grabbed her wrists and, pinning them in one of his hands, he expertly wrapped the leash around them several times. Then he pulled up, holding her arms over her head with one hand. With the other, he grabbed a handful of her hair close to her scalp, causing more pain. He tipped her head back while putting one of his legs up on the bed, forcing his huge prick down her throat at a deeper angle. He then shoved it all the way down.
With her head at that angle and her mouth stretched to the limit, she was being forced to take him to the limit. He was fucking fast and hard, to the point she could feel her eyes watering, all the while holding her arms up so high, her shoulders were starting to hurt.
Oh god, please just cum!
“Look at you, you fucking pig!” he sneered, “on the floor, getting face-fucked and loving it. Don’t let the boys do this, do you?”
She stared up at him through her watery eyes and tried to shake her head to answer.
“Did I tell you to fucking move?”
She shook her head again. Oh fuck! she thought as soon as she had done it. Tricked at her own goddamn game.
“Proud and disobedient,” Mark said, letting go of the back of her head. “Fine then, pay the price.”
He pinched her nose shut.
She froze. Her eyes bulged. Was he kidding?
To make it worse, he started fucking her mouth again.
It’s a scare tactic, she told herself, but he had caught her before she could take a breath, and she was already starting to panic.
“Look at me!” he snapped.
She turned her eyes up to him again. She had no doubt she looked scared. He looked into her eyes, smiling coldly. She couldn’t breathe; she heard a high pitched whine and realized it was her, whimpering. Her blood rushed to her head and her vision blurred. She tried to say ‘cease’ around his cock, but couldn’t.
He felt her try to speak, though, and, letting her nose go, he also released her arms and pulled his cock from her mouth. “What was that?” he asked, his smile widening.
She fell forward onto her hands and knees, gasping. That’s enough! Nothing was worth this bullshit! He could have made her pass out or worse. She looked up with every intention of saying the word, then telling him to go fuck himself.
But then she saw the expectant smirk on his face.
“Were you trying to tell me something, whore?” he asked.
She stared at him, feeling her anger rise. Fuck him. Taking another couple of breaths, she looked him in the eye and spoke. “I was simply trying to thank you for teaching me a valuable lesson, Master.”

 

[D_Lynn]

More from Breaking of Allison and specifically dedicated to D-Lynn.

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Mmmmm...nice! There's nothing like a good face fucking.

So, here's more of the same. An excerpt from my book on Amazon, Protegee. This one is dedicated to you, my sweet LC.

He led her outside to the chaise lounge facing the sun. Her eyes darted wildly about. Large trees provided privacy from all the closest homesteads. A partial view of one house in the distance was the only sign of civilization. Amy squinted as she considered the distance. She could hardly make out if the windows had blinds, so she suspected it was too far away for anyone to see her.

Dirk fastened her cuffs behind the chaise lounge so she could rest her back comfortably against the lounger and then spread her knees until her feet landed on the patio on either side of the chair. Amy moaned in anticipation of his next move.

“Are you comfortable, Pet?”

“Yes, Master.”

Dirk nodded, “I thought you might like to sun yourself.” He casually strolled behind her chair and leaned over to massage her breasts. Her nipples immediately responded to his touch. He remained out of her view as he pulled his phone from his pocket. He read the text and smiled.
> Nice. Love the outfit.

Dirk lifted his head and smiled big as he gazed off into the distance. "See that house on the other side of that field?”

Amy squinted to shield her eyes from the sun. “Yes, Master.”

“A dentist lives there. Nice guy. Dr. Grainger.”

Amy nodded lazily. She was content basking in the warmth of the sun.

“He takes care of my house when I go out of town. As a token of my appreciation, I bought him a telescope for Christmas.”
He paused and let the words sink in. It took a couple of seconds.

Her voice was weak. “What did you say, Master?”

“You heard me.”

Her knees drew inward, and she squirmed.

“Don’t you dare close your legs.”

Amy’s knees shook as she forced herself to relax and spread her thighs.

“A moment ago you were dying to show off that pretty pussy for me.”

“I didn’t know someone else was watching.”

“And so, what does that matter? If it pleases me to show you off, it should please you, too.”

Amy’s jaw tightened. Dirk leaned down and tweaked her nipples a few times, tugging hard until they jutted outward. He stood back up and checked his phone.
“He liked that.”

Amy’s face turned red. She gritted her teeth.

Dirk’s lilting voice continued to taunt her. “You know, I never would have guessed you had such a nasty temper. You don’t like surprises, do you? Well, too bad, sweetheart. Dr. Grainger works hard. I think he deserves a good show.”

Dirk walked around the lounger and unfastened his pants. Amy’s eyes grew wide.
“No!” She blurted it out and clamped her eyes shut.

Dirk’s voice lowered, “What was that?”
Amy didn’t respond.
“Do you need help with the word? Because it only takes one word for me to stop.”

She opened her eyes and glared up at him. Her jaw was set.

“You couldn’t wait to get some of this upstairs. Now you mustn’t disappoint Dr. Grainger, honey.”

She shot him a warning look as he approached. “That’s what I was talking about. Go ahead and hate me, but … Suck. My. Dick. While you’re doing it.”

Dirk grabbed ahold of her head, turned it toward him and pressed the tip of his cock against her lips until she opened her mouth. “Don’t even think about it, Pet.”

He slid the full length of his shaft into her mouth as he held the back of her head. “It doesn’t matter if you’re in the mood or not. True devotion transcends even the most passionate of emotions. Jealousy. Love. Pain. ... Hate.”

He thrust his hips into her mouth a couple more times and then loosened his grip on her head. She continued the motion, using her neck muscles to slide up and down his shaft while she sucked for all she was worth. She looked up at him as she held him in her mouth and flicked his tip with her tongue then slid her mouth toward him until his head reached the tight area at the back of her throat. I love that she’s not afraid to deep throat. Dirk dropped his pants to the patio and swung his foot onto the other side of the lounger. He thrust his hips into her face, fucking her mouth furiously. He pulled away as he was coming and shot his load onto her bare breasts.

Dirk took a few steps backward and leaned over, resting his hands on his knees while he caught his breath. Amy was panting. Red lipstick was smeared across her chin, and more of her hair had wiggled free from her ponytail. Tiny wet spots dotted her chest and neck.

Dirk leaned down and lifted his pants and fastened them. He pulled his phone from his pocket and read the text messages. He chuckled and texted back.

Amy didn’t ask what he said. Dirk looked from his phone to her and went back to typing.
“Dr. Grainger thinks you’re mad at me. Are you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I thought so. No sense changing that mood. The day is only half over.”

 

[Beatnic_jazzman]

A quick teaser

My hand were trembling as I fumbled with my shirt buttons, my heart racing as I watched her loop her arms behind her back to undo the zipper on her dress.

My cock was already stiff enought to start tenting my pants, I felt flushed as she hunched her shoulders forward and let the dress slip down her arms, tantalising me with a glimpse of her lacy strapless black bra as the puffed sleaves caught at her elbows.

I watched as she shucked the sleaves down over her hands and the whole of the dress fell away to her hips revealing her sun bronzed skin. As I pulled my shirt from my pants she hooked her thumbs into the the waist and bent forwards slightly giving me a delcious view of her twin mounds still cupped in the delicate fabric of her bra.

I shivered with delight as her dress slipped down her legs and pooled at her feet, letting me see her lacy black thong. She glanced down as she stepped out of it and then turnd her eyes to my face as she sat on the edge of the bed. She motioned me forwards as I dropped my shirt to the floor, reaching out for my belt as I approached.

She loosed my belt and then my button, before slowly drawing her hand down over my swollen cock as she lowered my zipper, giving a small girlish giggle as my pants slipped from my waist letting my bulging cock push through the fly of my shorts.

The taut skin of my purplish head glistened as it bounced and quivered under her chin. My thumbs found purchase in my waistband and I eased my shorts down over it,bending it almost painfully till it popped out over the top to stand proud.

I felt her warm hand enclose my shaft as her head dipped to kiss it. I felt a surge of dissappointment as she released it and stood but she took my hands and guided them to the clip nestling between her rounded orbs. My hands trembled in anticipation as I loosed the clasp and let it tumble down to expose her pale breasts, the tan lines an inverted V over her nipples.

I moved my hands to clasp them, her pink nipples already half errect as they pointed upwards and slightly out. She grasped my wrists and directed my hands down and around to the sides of her hips, pushing my fingerstips over the waistband of her panties.

My cock gave a jerk as I slipped my thumbs inside and began to ease them down. I bent my knees as I slipped them down over her thighs, feeling the excitment biulding inside me as the curly hairs of her bushy pubs were exposed to my gaze, the pink tips of her labia glinting as they peeked from her mons.

As I knelt further she put her hand on my head to steady herself as she lifted one leg and parted her thighs to step out of her panties, giving me a glimpse into the pink depths of her folds with the light blonde hairs curled inside it. I let her panties fall and ran my hands up the outside of her legs as I stood, pausing hesitantly at her waist before circling her back to draw her to me to kiss her pouting lips.