by Iona Nixon
When their eyes meet she can't think straight. The loud juicy sounds of her fingers and pussy are the only sound now. The only sight is his body and the only sensations are her hands and his. His hands seem very warm like they'd been warmed by a fire.
His arms are thick and muscular. She's ashamed to say that she likes the power he has in being able to pull her body forward with ease. She wants him to force her. She feels like such a whore thinking it- but she wants him force himself on her. He puts his hand on her waist and pulls her waist to meet his. That one hand is large enough and strong enough to raise her off the bed. This angle is ideal for his cock to bury itself into her in one powerful thrust.
"Oooooh! Fff-fuck!" She can't help but shudder and scream through gritted teeth as she feels him fill her so completely. He doesn't hesitate and pulls his cock mostly out and forcing it back in to her.
"Come for me!" His voice is deep and shaking. Lex feels her hips bucking in rhythm to his thrusts.
"Yes! Fuck me!" His arms lift her from the bed and easily pressing her whole body up and down on his thick member. She blindly claws at his back holding on tightly
"Come for me!"
She's lost in pleasure and his dark gold eyes. She realizes something terrible on the fringe of her mind- the part that isn't screaming -
"Fuck me. Harder! God! Just like that!"
He forces it to rise out of her like a flood. She starts coming long and hard. Moaning and thrashing as he continues to drive into her over and over. On the fringes of her mind she can dimly hear the door open. His hand raps around her throat and she doesn't care about anything else. She's lost and she doesn't care if she's caught just so long as he keeps slamming into that spot!
He lowers her to the floor by the bed and she falls to her knees shakily- wracking orgasms driving out of her cunt. He cradles her head with both hands as he shoots his warm jizz over her face and lips. Long strings of heat splash against her tits. The last things Lex would remember would be the feeling of the almost searing hot streak of lust on her face and the door to her bed room opening as she feels a quivering after shock and passes out. Delirious and exhausted.
Suddenly she's in bed. She'd been asleep on her side her legs pressed tightly together pinning her hands against her pussy. Her fingers were still deep in her pussy. She felt the slick warmth still between her thighs. The lights were off now and she had a cover over her. She was about to move when she realizes her husband has just sat down on the bed. He patted her once on her head absentmindedly. She was almost relieved he didn't notice she wasn't wearing pajama bottoms with her breath slowing from an intensely erotic dream. Until she noticed on the floor by her head she could see her pajama bottoms. They were just off to the side on the floor. They were crudely shredded. Lex was not sure what to think; even less so when she realized a slick warmth sliding down from her cheek.
The End.
Newlywed Spitroast
Rob thought his marriage to Lacie was a dream that was taking him weeks to wake up from. Lacie you see, on top of having a sharp wit and brilliant mind, was a solid 11/10. With eyes so green they seemed to be literally lit up from behind, long silky jet black hair falling down her back and over her shoulders and plump juicy lips, her face alone could knock a man out. But that was only half of why Rob couldn't keep his hands off of her. Despite having a rather slender frame underneath, Lacie had the kind of curves that most men only dream of putting their hands on. Her 34 DD's were almost unnaturally perky, having no hint of sag even for their size. If you let your eyes (or hands, as Robert often found himself doing) slide further down her figure you'd notice the sort of figure a cliche loving man would call hourglass. Her chest gave way to a thick but perfect middle, and from there her hips widened out into two perfect handles. And that's without mentioning an ass so large that men and women would often double-take as they walked past. And boy did she enjoy the looks. Everywhere they went she got glances, and everywhere they went she would almost certainly drag Rob to a bathroom for a quickie.
In short, she was an angel and Rob couldn't believe his luck. Being a bit taller than her and muscular with lightly sun kissed skin and reddish brown hair, people seeing them together weren't surprised. Just envious.
And it only kept getting better. Lacie had a bit of a wild streak that was slowly becoming clearer and clearer over the few weeks since their honeymoon. She wanted it kinky in the best ways. The first night of their honeymoon she had him fuck her on the balcony of their room so everyone on the Parisian streets below could see her getting fucked like a bitch in heat.
The first time she had a visit from a not so welcome Aunt Flo, she was more than willing to take him deep in her thick ass.
And tonight, they were going to engage in a fantasy that had been getting her off since she discovered porn. Robs tall, muscular friend Jessie was coming over for a housewarming barbecue. And Lacie was going to get double teamed.
She spent the entire day alternating between sucking Robs dick in thanks, and picking the perfect outfit to seduce his friend into joining them for a night of raw fucking.
After finger fucking herself to yet another orgasm at the thought of having two cocks inside her, she decided on a black dress so tight that every step made it ride up her ass and her tits almost bounce right out. And she didn't even glance in the direction of a pair of panties.
Lacie and Rob were in the backyard when Jessie arrived, her sipping a Martini by the pool and him working the grill.
Lacie rose to greet him as he walked through the sliding door with a hello new neighbors, and holding a bottle of wine. She let her hand linger on his as she took the bottle, and then made a show of swaying her hips as she walked to the table where glasses were sitting. She could almost feel his eyes burning into the cheeks of her almost completely exposed ass as she walked away from him and he tried to keep normal conversation.
As the night went on and dinner began, Lacie really kicked the seduction into gear. She constantly offered to refill Jessie's glass, solely so she could lean over the table and give him and Rob a view of her breasts. And she just got more brave as she got alcohol in her, commenting on Jessie's tan, muscular physique. Letting out a soft moan as she bit into the chocolate cake she'd made earlier that day.
By the end of desert she had kicked her heel off and was rubbing her foot into Jessie's crotch, and as Rob shot him a questioning glance Jessie realized he was being invited to be part of his first (but far from last, as he later found out) threesome with his best friend and his wife.
Jess wasted no time unzipping his pants and pulling out his substantial cock, letting her bare foot stroke his quickly hardening shaft, and Lacie gasped and commented on how well hung he is as she reached over to begin stroking her husbands equally massive member.
Before long the men were throbbing hard and she was sitting in a puddle of her own pussy juices. The men stood up and moved to either side of Lacie, hands holding their hard cocks as if to offer them to her. She slid her plump lips over her husbands and looked up at him as she stroked Jessie's dick, then switched after about a minute of this.
Jess reached down and gave the top of her dress a little tug, her tits bouncing free for him to grope and squeeze while Lacie went back and forth between servicing the two men. She moaned and shivered at the touch of a man who wasn't her husband.
She could feel the two men stiffening as her expert ministrations brought them closer and closer to pumping her mouth full of sticky semen, and stopped because of this. She stood up and kissed her husband on the lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth and pushing her ass out towards Jess in invitation for him to get close to her.
He quickly obliged, his hands grabbing her substantial hips and grinding his cock between her juicy ass cheeks. His lips kissing her neck and whispering in her ear how much of a slut she is for wanting two dicks inside her.
Lacie had her first orgasm with Jess's cock between her ass cheeks and her husbands pressed against her lower lips, shakin
g and almost collapsing between the two men.
When she could once again stand on her own turned around and kissed Jess lightly on the lips, before pushing him into a chair and mounting him, pressing her lower lips hard against his cock and grinding against him. Rob couldn't help but be turned on at the sight of he wife humping another man and moaning like an out of control slut. And as she impaled herself on Jess's cock, Rob almost moaned out loud himself.
Rob came up behind his wife and, using the juices from her pussy that had dripped down to her ass, plunged his length deep into her backside. Lacie let out a scream as she was double penetrated for the first time, the feeling of two cocks rubbing inside her sending her over the edge, her muscles tightening around the fat cocks inside her and almost causing her to black out.
They kept at this for a while, sawing in and out of her tight holes in time with each other, one pushing in as the other pulled out. Lacie couldn't even form rational though anymore, only vaguely aware when the men switched and plunged themselves into the hole they hadn't used yet.
Finally she gasped out for the men to spit roast her, and the quickly obliged. Rob stayed firmly planted in her cunt as Jess pulled out of her ass, and they maneuvered so she was on all fours. Rob quickly returned to work at her cunt, and she hungrily began sucking and slurping at Jessie's dick.
Her body rocked again and again with orgasm as the men used her, calling her slut and whore and fucking her face and puss.
Finally the men couldn't handle it anymore, Jessie pulling out first to blast his load on Lacie's face and into her mouth, the little slut hungrily licking it off her lips and swallowing what made it into her mouth. Rob was quick to follow, pumping blast after blast of hot cum into her womb. Soon after they all collapsed on the deck of the pool, laughing panting with exhaustion.
After they rested, they repeated the show several times, until both men had dropped a load in every one of her holes.
They continued this little tradition of a spit roast at least once a month for years, occasionally bringing in even more men (and on more than one occasion a few women) for Lacie to get fucked by. In fact Lacie got fucked so often, when they had a kid some time later, they were only sure it was Robs by his red hair.
The End.
Nympho Club Slut
The first thing I felt was a gentle breeze drifting in through the window. Still half asleep, I knew I was naked under the sheet and so was the girl sleeping next to me, one arm across her body resting on my chest. I cracked an eye against the bright sunlight streaming into the bedroom and glanced over at the clock. It was already past noon. I sighed, closing my eyes and she stirred against me, her hand moving down along my stomach. Memories of the previous night came back, almost like trying to remember a dream, but with the girl beside me I knew it was all real.
At ten o'clock last night I was attending a fundraiser for the local arts community in the upstairs banquet room of a trendy club about a block away from my condo. Being the middle of summer it was a fairly casual affair. As usual, I was the sharpest dressed man there, wearing a gray checked Italian linen suit, white shirt with black tie, and a pair of black Bexley shoes. I checked myself in the bathroom mirror and liked what I saw: My hair is fairly long, almost touching my shoulders, blue eyes, six foot two and just under two hundred pounds, in top shape from three to five times a week at the gym. My lifestyle flows naturally from my profession, I'm a haberdasher, so not only do I need to look the part, I need to live it.
Back in the party I made a circuit through the small crowd but it didn't seem like there were any single ladies. One of my clients had invited me to the fundraiser, he's a lawyer, his wife is involved with the art group, but the art was kind of hideous in my opinion. Big, wall sized canvases with smears of bright, primary colors crossed by darker scribbles and lines, it looked like kindergarten stuff on a grand scale. Maybe that was the point and I was happy to donate to the cause but I wouldn't be buying anything. The party was fine, however, I was drinking champagne, the hors d'oeuvres were top notch and I was having a good enough time that when everything shut down I thanked my hosts and stopped downstairs for another drink.
Now the club part was going all out, thumping music, strobe lights and colored lights flashing, a packed dance floor full of jumping and grinding partiers. It's totally not my kind of scene, but there were plenty of young ladies dressed in what I like to call modern slut gear and I was enjoying the scenery just fine. I went to the bar and ordered a Scotch, dropping a twenty and waited, turning to take in the sights. Before the bartender returned the crowd seemed to part as I looked onto the dance floor and a tall redheaded beauty appeared.
She wore a tight purple dress that stopped halfway to her knees and black shoes with heels, only a few inches shorter than me. Our eyes caught as she walked right towards the empty space at the bar next to me. I drank in the beautiful dark red hair, the color of fine wine, flowing past her shoulders and down her back, deep blue eyes, a small rounded nose and thick red lips. I put her at five foot nine, no more than a hundred fifteen pounds, small boobs with a bit of cleavage courtesy of push-up bra. Her bare arms were tanned and freckled, delicately toned so I knew she worked that body in a gym. She smiled and I saw two perfect rows of gleaming white teeth.
"Thirsty?" I flashed her a grin and took half a step to the side so she could join me at the bar.
"Sure am," she shook her mane of hair and looked me up and down. "What are you, the owner?" she asked, batting those blue eyes at me. As far as I could tell in the darkness of the club she didn't have a lot of makeup on, just enough to accent the eyes, a natural beauty.
"Nah, I'm his spoiled nephew," She laughed, squeezing my arm. I nodded to the bartender who had returned with my Scotch and she ordered a Martini. "Interesting choice."
"I'm not the fruity drink type of girl," she offered me her hand, "Melanie."
"Thomas," I held her hand without squeezing, waiting until it was almost awkward and said, "So, Melanie, did you know you're having the most fun of any girl here tonight?"
"Am I? Hmmm," she made no move to pull her hand from mine, a very good sign, and I finally released her as the bartender returned with her drink. I threw another twenty down and told the bartender to keep it.
"Maybe you just don't know it yet," I raised my glass and we toasted. She took a healthy sip of Martini and I of Scotch. The club seemed to fade into the background behind us, we stood side by side at the bar, so close are arms were rubbing. We got to know each other, less with words and more with body language. I flipped her hair playfully, asked what color she was naturally, joked that I didn't believe her when she said that was her natural color. The connection between us was palpable, even the people around us could see something was going to happen. I thought she was a perfect specimen, maybe it was all the colors working on me, the red hair, the blue eyes, that purple dress, her tan freckly skin. Whatever it was, she was as intoxicating as the Scotch.
By the time our drinks were almost done we were on the same wavelength, laughing together, touching each other in small ways. "Listen Melanie, this is such a wonderful opportunity we've been given here. Let's not ruin things."
"What do you mean?" she cocked her head, looping her arm through mine as if to prevent me from leaving.
I looked deep into her eyes, allowing the growing lust I felt for her to show. "I'm going to take you on to the dance floor now and we are going to dance like it's the first time."
"It is the first time, silly," she mock-slapped at my chest, her hand lingering there.
I grabbed her other hand in mine and pulled her close, then whispered in her ear, "And after we dance we're going back to my condo around the corner and we're going to drink champagne and make love until the sun comes up." I nuzzled her neck, brushing my lips across that smooth skin, inhaling her scent. Then I moved up and planted a soft kiss on those red lips. Her eyes were closed, she began to open her mouth and I moved back. "Come on," I smiled, pulling her towards the dance fl
oor.
The music didn't matter, or the crowd either, we might as well have been alone. A space cleared out around the two of us as we danced and spun and ground our bodies against each other to the furious techno pace. She would jump up, run her hands down my body, dropping almost to her knees, pawing at my pants, her face at waist level. I grabbed her hands, yanking her up, running my own hands down her back and across her ass, twirling her around so she could back that flat ass up and grind it against my crotch. I wrapped my arms around the front of her as the song ended and the crowd cheered, heat pouring off of us. "Let's go," I whispered in her ear.
We walked hand in hand off the dance floor, through the club, out into the hot summer night. I took her by the arm and we set off down the block, around the corner and across the street to my building, a high rise condo of dark metal and glass rising thirty-five floors over downtown. "Cool building," she said as we went in and took the waiting elevator.
I couldn't resist pulling here in for a kiss. She held me by the shoulders, my hands on her hips, our mouths hungry, tongues tasting each other. I cut it short and just held on as she laid her head on my shoulder and sighed. The elevator pinged, stopping at the twenty-seventh floor and I lead her to the corner unit. It's not the fanciest condo in the building but it is big, floor to ceiling windows all around, a large open living room between the porch and kitchen, two bedrooms and a master bathroom down the hall.
I told her where the champagne glasses were and she grabbed two as I popped a four hundred dollar bottle of Krug 1990. We went out on the small patio and took in the view, from the bright city lights up to the pitch black sky spotted with brilliant white stars. "Wow, I've never seen the city like this," she said.
